[System]
Characters:

Age: 17

Arcana: Chariot Arcana

Personality: Despite being a bit tomboyish and being a bit stubborn, she goes out of her way to help others and defend those who are otherwise defenseless. No matter if the situation seems hopeless she never backs away and willingly throws herself in danger if its to help another. After finally obtaining freedom in Warakuma, her actions are seen as crazy or a bit eccentric but is generally well-liked amongst the students, especially the girls, some of which see her as their one true 'Prince' for how she would 'swoop' in and save people from unruly situations and managing to keep her cool is stressful situations. Though, in normal situations, she'd occasionally let her true feelings show and drop her facade.

While she enjoys fighting, she'll rarely instigate a fight, choosing instead to come in the defense of others. She is quite the Otaku, despite being strictly watched, she used to sneak in mangas behind her fathers back (with the help of her brother) and watching whatever she could. She'll do whatever it takes to live life the way she wants it and won't let others dictate her life for her.

Equipment/Skills:* Mangaka
* Brawling
* Affinity with swords, especially the Katana

Background:
Hailing from the Ikebukuro area, Akane is the daughter of the Saito Group's head, Akihiko Saito, a crime boss. While she was pampered and spoiled, in a way, like you'd expect of a daughter of a crime boss or anyone who had it big, she never got it easy despite being the youngest, she has an older brother who is 7 years older. From the moment she turned 6 her father took it upon himself to 'toughen' her up by always putting her through rigorous training, regardless of whether she wanted it or not, with good intentions of course (not matter how cruel it seemed at the time). Like his father and his father's before him, it was tradition to have the 'family' involved in the family's line of work but that wasn't the only reason. Knowing the target that'll most likely be on her head once she got older, because of him, he wanted Akane to be able to defend herself in case anything were to happen to her.

Of course, She didn't see it that way and, naturally, slowly started developing an intense hate for him. In her junior high years, she held high marks, and was quite popular among the other kids in the school, as she was always surrounded by a 'flock' of people. Though 'popular', she drew the scorn of many who believed she was stuck-up, selfish, a thug and a matter of labels, mainly stemming for the fact of who her father was, despite showing otherwise. Regardless of how she was seen, she'd go out of her way to help others whenever she could, whether it was stopping thugs, giving others food or helping with small things. Though, no matter her intent, people would often run in haste from her after words or react harshly to her help but she resolved to help anyways despite this.

By the time it was her third year of junior high, her father, despite the training, tried to interfere more in her life, trying to stop her actions and get her to focus more on the 'family' and control her actions. Having enough, without his knowledge, she applied to various schools a good distance away from Ikebukuro hoping to get a fresh start. It didn't take long before she was found out and, of course, her father was furious, intending to enroll her in an elite school and groom her, with the intention to marry her off. However, as she neared her 15th birthday, those 'plans' came to a screeching halt when things went seriously wrong in a 'rescue' of one of her friends.

Before things could get worse, her Akito intervened and whisked her away to an lesser known location. Relocated to Warakuma, in an apartment building owned by her older brother, she was now living alone, and to dissociate her from the Saito Group, she adopted her mothers Maiden name of 'Hanazawa' while also dying her hair a purplish black.

Persona: Setanta

Appearance:

Cú Chulainn or known in his childhood as 'Sétanta' is an Irish Demi-God, the offspring of a mortal woman, Deichtine, the younger sister of King Conchobar mac Nessa, and the deity, Lugh, the god who governed over the sun and a member of the Danann divine family in Celtic Mythology. Deichtine, the daughter of a druid, Conchobar's father, and Maga, the widow of Ross the Red, disappeared in the Land of the Young without marrying anyone. There, she bore Sétanta , the child of the sun god. He took up the name Cú Chulainn after accidentally killing the guard dog protecting the house of master blacksmith Culann. After which he uttered, ""Does this dog have children? If he does, could you allow me to take care of them? I will raise them to be guard dogs just as strong as their father. Until then, I will be your guard dog."

It was prophesied that "this child will live as a hero" at a young age by the Chief Druid, Cathbad. Cathbad was powerful, with his divinations being strong enough to "determine the future" rather than simply "see the future." Not knowing how to handle the situation, he decided that he would tell it to only those who would take up arms on that day. The divination was bad enough that none of them attempted to go through the rites of warriorhood, though Cú Chulainn was fishing while leaning against a hazel tree due to his disinterest. He went through the rites of warriorhood on that same day, and received the prophecy that said "in exchange for glorious deeds of valor, his life would be short." He readily accepted such a fate, smiling and laughing.

Command Skills

Kill Rush (2)
Vile Assault (3)
Matarukaja (2)
Rakukaja (1)

Passive Skills

Resist Physical (1)
Firm Stance (2)
Apt. Pupil (1)

[User]
Enchanted Woodland - Grand Stage
26/4/2015 Sunday

TRACK: I will Face Myself

"Persona!", as the shadowy image of Leiko began to blur and then be engulfed by light, the roots around it began to lash and the party advanced quickly to defend Leiko. Everyone's Persona formed a wall in front of Leiko and repelled the whipping roots as they grabbed Leiko and took her to safety. As the light cleared, a new figure took the place of Leiko's shadow. Just as they thought, this was the... Combat form, so to speak. The Shadow only made a sinister laugh before speaking once more.

"With all the actors on stage, I will show you a performance that none shall forget!", with battle initiated, with the shadow taking the first move. Throwing a Garu right at Kami, although Rui intercepted it with his own Garu, cancelling it out, but that didn't stop Leiko's shadow from resuming the attack with the vines upon the whole party. Rui easily slashed them down again, though this meant he couldn't advance, but perhaps someone else can behind his defense.

Leiko was given this time to think more about herself, but what was she to think?

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Root of the Problem

Noboru shielded his eyes, trying to block the flying winds. They were getting on his neeves pretty bad, enough to make a bad pun or two.

Yo Leiko! Calm your shit! You gotta daffodil with your problems, not run away. Stop garden your heart with these thorns,they're really getting in our sides. Rui, cover me, i'll try to go in and knock this stupid shadow around a bit. Let me leaf a few bruises!

Puns aside, this creature was abdolutely horrifying. He chose not to remember what his shadow looked like. Is this what everyone had inside of them? This angry beast?

[User]
Matthew Harvester || [insert root pun here]

Damn wind almost blinded Matt, luckily Rui was ready for action and canceled it out. which lead to the attack of vines.
"every rose has its thorn~.... what? I thought it was as good time as any" Matt was trying to joke around to keep positive though in reality he was still shocked seeing the shadow... So this is what it was like huh. Matt was thinking about how it was so hard for him to accept his reality but decided it was best to put it behind him, all he wanted was to be truly accepted.

Aside from the terrible puns hearing Nobo's plan to rush in Matt thought of the vines and voiced his idea.
"hey guys how bout i try to cover ya'll by burning the vines? they should be weak to fire right? just give the signal when you are ready to go."

[Assistant]
Sunday 26th April 2015: Time Unknown

Leiko Hamada: Enchanted Woodlands- Grand Stage

The woman before her...she changed.

Leiko had barely been aware of the strange beings that shielded her from the oncoming vines, her eyes fixed on her aggressor with a look of numb shock. Its skin peeled away, exposing thick, gnarled bark and long, blood-red claws that sprouted from its fingertips. Every aspect of her graceful beauty had been twisted, revealing the darkness and cruelty behind her visage. But nothing struck her more than the cold, wicked smile that spread across the creature's lips as she sent endless vines at Rui and the others in an effort to tear them apart.

She didn't know what to do. Frozen in place, she helplessly watched as Rui, Noboru, Kami and the other boy raised their weapons boldly against the forceful gale. They were going to fight it. But how? She seemed so strong, so vicious in her onslaught. If they stayed...would they end up dying just to save her?

No. Leiko didn't want anyone to die, especially not like this. She wanted to raise her voice, tell them to leave and save themselves, but she couldn't. It was if she didn't have to strength to form words anymore.

That creature had truly taken over.

"Come on, now. Won't anyone save me from myself?" The Shadow crowed, cackling all the while as she threw another burst of fierce wind at the Persona Users. "The audience is just dying for some action!"

[User]
Enchanted Woodland - Grand Stage
26/4/2015 Sunday

TRACK: I will Face Myself

It appears the Shadow had been prepared for Matt's fire. It was working on the vines sure, but as the fire enveloped the vines, the Shadow gave a hearty laugh and a taunt before a large gust of wind swept at them. This blew all of Matt's fire back at the entire party, dealing some damage. Matt's Persona being resistant to fire took nearly no damage, but everyone else took a minor heating.

"Please Matt, be careful with that mixtape of yours", he joked. In any case, the vines and the wind were a problem.

"We can't get to her through these vines, we'll need you to burn them again. This time I'll stop her wind, everyone else just charge afterward. Megumi, scan and see if we can exploit another weakness", Rui was taking his role as leader quite well.

"Understood. Hang in there", and with that, the shadow's vines rose up once more to resume battle.

[Assistant]
Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma Amusement Park
Sunday, April 26th, 2015
Golden Week

As the life started draining from the boys faces with each crack of the knuckle, unbeknownst to Akane, a chilling grin formed on her face. Excited as she continued to goad them into a fight, she simply justified it as doing her duty to help a poor defenseless girl in need, suppressing the thoughts rattling around in her head. Looking directly into the boy on the ground, who was clearly the leader, as his buddies pleaded for them to split, she waited for his decision as he remained there silent. For a moment, it was starting to look like he was up for a third round when they took noticed of another boy showing up.

As the boy offered a hand to the trio's leader, prompting him to smack the hand away, the mood began to change. It was then a sense of disappointment filled of Akane as she figured what the next turn of events would be. Shouldn't she be glad that she stopped them and saved the girl from getting hurt? It's not that she isn't happy, it's just....hmm. Shaking her head, she simply laughed at the boys parting words. Before they managed to flee the scene, she raised her voice "Lightly, huh? Than I won't hold back next time." She shrugged as her focus went from the boy to the girl.

Getting a better look at the girl, she instantly knew who the girl was. "Shirohane-san..." Of course, she is the type to attract such situations, it's only natural. She sighed as a relieved smile swept Akane's face. Not only did she go to the same school but also the same class. She also sits reasonably close to her. She was bound to run into people from her school, it is golden week and this is a key attraction, no surprise. Before she could say anything, the boy spoke up first. He seemingly knew Kotori and if she heard her right, he's their senpai, a third year.

As he waved off Kotori's thanks, he mentioned Akane as he turned towards her and smile. Despite this, she remained silent as she tried to figure him out. As soon as he stopped talking, she waited for a moment before finally speaking up. "Just as he said, No thanks are necessary. It's only natural to help someone out when they're in need." she beamed at Kotori with a reassuring smile. With the assurances over, he asked a question regarding the trio. With a nod to answer it, she sighed and added, "Unfortunately."

Taking her by surprise, the boy, turned towards her, giving her a respectful bow as he introduced himself. It was strange, considering she did it for Kotori and not him. It's like something a father or an older brother would do on behalf of the family. Well, they do know each other, given that, could be close friends? One way to make sense of it. Returning to her usual smile, "Hanazawa Akane, from Class 2-2. This is my 2nd year in Warakuma, so I understand." she laughed lightly as he continued with a small grin on his face. "Yea, they do it quite often. The last time I caught them, they were stupid enough to do it on school campus. Had to chase him around as well. I guess I should've punched him harder, huh?" she laughed.


[System]
Been far too long guys, hope I can kinda jump in here.
Age: 14
Hometown: Lumiose City (Kalos)
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Squirtle (Now a Blastoise)
Bio: Chuck lived with his parents at their Day Care, helping them take care of various different Pokémon owned by trainers from all over the world. This helped him become knowledgeable about Pokémon, which made it easier for him to get his trainer's license. He decided to go to Kanto, since he used to hang around the Professor's lab and got along with the Kanto Starters he kept there. His goal is to capture and train many different Pokémon, and make lots of friends. However, during his original journey, he got a call from his mother that his father was terribly injured trying to defend the daycare from some evil team known as Team Flare, so he had to return home and help out at the daycare while his father recovered, and helped defend it with Zeni and his other Pokemon, evolving into a Blastoise in the process. Even after his father fully recovered, Chuck decided to stay behind and continue to help with the daycare, and take care of the Pokémon he caught in his journey, until one day he decided to give it another try, and go back to Kanto. He took Zeni and a few of his other Pokémon with him, and kept going from where he left off, ending up at Cinnibar Island, finishing the battle as his old friends finished their contest.

And here is the list of Pokémon he has with him.

Party:
Blastoise - Zenni (M)
Golem - Titan (M)
Clefable - Nissa (F)
Alakazam - Azriel (M)
Dodrio - Tri (F)
Jolteon - Tesla (F)

[User]
Chuck was up next, facing off against Virgil. They shook hands and went to either side. Chuck started off with Azriel the Alakazam, while Virgil sent out Espeon.

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Virgil started off by calling out "Psybeam!" The Espeon's jewel glowed as it let out a beam of psychic energy. Chuck said "Azriel, deflect it with your own Psybeam, and counter with Shadow Ball!" The Alakazam held up both it's spoons, one letting out a similar beam of psychic energy, which collided with Espeon's and held it back, while the other released a ball of ghostly energy, hitting Espeon square in the chest and knocking it back. "Another one!" Chuck said, and Azriel sent out one more, hitting the downed Espeon, blasting it into a wall behind Virgil. Virgil recalled Espeon and sent out his Umbreon next.

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"Umbreon, use Dark Pulse!" Virgil said. Before Chuck and Azriel could react, Umbreon fired off a blast of dark energy, hitting the Alakazam, and sending it crashing into the wall behind Chuck, knocking it out. Chuck returned him and thanked him for his hard work, then sent out his Clefable, Nissa.

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"Nissa, Moonblast!" Chuck said, right away, and the Clefable threw a ball filled with moonlight energy at Umbreon, hitting him and knocking him back. "Umbreon, use Iron Tail!" Virgil said, and Umbreon charged at Nissa, his tail turning to steel and whacking her, knocking her back as well. However, hearts suddenly appeared in Umbreon's eyes, as he became infatuated with her, due to the Clefable's ability, Cute Charm. Chuck and Nissa smirked as he said "Fire off another Moonblast and finish it off!" Nissa nodded and sent anoher ball of moonlight energy at the infatuated Umbreon knocking it out. Virgil recalled him and sent out Flareon next.

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"Flareon, Smog into Iron Tail!" Virgil said, as the Flareon let out a poisonous cloud from his mouth, blocking the Clefable's vision, and also damaging her. Flareon's tail then turned to steel as he jumped into the Smog, and hit Clefable from behind, knocking her out of the gas, and also out in general. Chuck returned her, thanking her, and sent out Zenni, his Blastoise.

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"Zenni, use Water Spout!" Chuck said. The Blastoise fired off a torrent of water from his cannons, dealing maximum damage, since Blastoise was at full health. The Flareon couldn't react in time and got hit with the full force, sending it flying. While it was helpless in the air, Chuck said "Aura Sphere!" Blastoise aimed it's cannons, and blue energy orbs appeared in front of the cannons, launching out at the Flareon, and it came crashing down, out cold. Virgil returned him and sent out Leafeon.

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"Leafeon, Sunny Day!" Virgil said. Chuck hit his Keystone and said "Zenni, Gyro Ball!" His Blastoise Mega Evolved into Mega Blastoise, and curled into his shell, shooting straight for Leafeon, as the sun started shining brightly in the arena. Zenni scored a hit, knocking back Leafeon. "Leafeon, Solarbeam!" Virgil said. "Zenni, Ice Beam!" Chuck said. The Mega Blastoise fired off a beam of ice, however the Leafeon's ability, Chlorophyll, had kicked in and it vanished from sight, appearing directly behind Zenni and unleashing the full power of the sun's rays in one attack, point blank. When the dust settled, the Blastoise had reverted to normal, knocked out. Chuck returned him and thanked him, before sending out Tri the Dodrio.

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"Tri, Drill Peck into Brave Bird!" Chuck said. The Dodrio ran at Leafeon, her heads spinning like a drill as she rammed into him, then jumped back and dashed in once more, speeding up faster and coated in a blue energy, crashing right into Leafeon, sending it flying and damaging Tri a bit as well. "Finish it off with Hyper Beam!" Chuck said, and all three heads fired off a massive blast of energy, which hit the Leafeon in midair. When Leafeon landed, it was out and Virgil returned him, sending out Jolteon in it's place.

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"Jolteon, Rain Dance into Thunder!" Chuck could only stand there and watch, as Tri stood motionless, recovering from the Hyper Beam, and Jolteon danced around, turning the extreme sun into a torrent of rain, then firing off a massive blast of electricity When the dust cleared, Tri could be seen falling down, and smoking. Chuck returned her, thanking her, and sending out Titan the Golem.

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"Titan, Earthquake into Rollout!" Chuck said. The Golem curled into a ball and slammed into the ground, causing an earthquake, dealing damage to Jolteon, and giving it unstable footing, as he then rushed in, rolling and knocking Jolteon into the air. As it came back down, Titan turned and hit it again, knocking it down and out. Virgil returned him and sent out Vaporeon, his last Pokémon.

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Titan spun around and headed straight for Vaporeon, picking up speed, however Virgil had planned for this and said "Vaporeon, Surf!" As the Golem headed straight for it, Vaporeon summoned a giant tsunami, hitting the Golem with enough force that it was knocked back, crashing into the wall behind Chuck, knocked out. Chuck returned him and thanked him, then sent out his last Pokémon, Jolteon.

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Chuck breathed deeply and smirked. "I'm sorry Virgil, but you're done for now. You have no hope of winning. Jolteon, use Thunder!" Jolteon smirked as well and unleashed a massive blast of electricity. As it was still raining, and Vaporeon was not only a Water type, but also standing in a puddle of water left behind by the Surf it just used, the blast hit it's mark, and dealt an massive amount of damage, knocking it out in one hit and giving Chuck the win.

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"And with that, we have our last Semi-finalist, Chuck North of Lumiose City!" the announcer said, as Chuck recalled Jolteon and shook Virgil's hand, after he recalled Vaporeon. "You've got a good Jolteon, Chuck." Virgil said, before going off. Chuck thanked him and went off to heal his Pokémon, returning to see who he would face off with next.

[Assistant]
* Harrison vs Nando
* Mike Featar vs Paul
* Liam Coleman vs Conway
* Chuck North vs Virgil

With the top four listed they were shuffled into the following match ups:

* Chuck North vs Harrison
* Liam Coleman vs Mike Fetar

Liam saw that he was facing Mike. With Mike being a Champion himself, Liam would make an adjustment to his team. This would be the hardest match he has had in the tournament, possibly as tough as Pyramid King Brandon.

[User] Chuck saw he was up against Harrison next and prepared himself for the coming battle.


[System] Appearance:

[User]
"Eilis, all my life I have had a simple reason to live. I felt that I needed a reason to be alive. I felt that by being useful my life was not a waste. However, I did not know that I actually needed someone to live that life with. I am glad you are still here and that I got to meet you. This world would have lost too much with you gone." He squeezed her hand.

"Oh I don't know about that...The world was fine before I was born and I have no doubt it will continue just fine without me." Eilis said rather self-deprecatingly. She looked down at his hand as he squeezed hers. Her smile returning at the gentle and kind gesture. This man had the strange capacity of making her feel good about herself.
Maybe it was the fact that he was frankly one of the few who was consistent in his regard for her and treated her with actual decency and kindness.
If there were hidden motives behind his actions, they weren't malign. So she further silences that ever doubting voice inside her head.

"I will be by your side as I have already promised. It will be my honor to be your shield. Not as a disposable item but as a reason for my existence. I ask that you allow me this. I ask that you live this life with me?"
He held his breath awaiting her response.

Eilis listened to his words, his voice and his reponse. Whether it was the slight choked sound to indicate his carefulness or uncertainty in how to respond or the fact that he had held his breath at the end of it, made Eilis worry she had upset Arn somehow.
She raised her hand and placed it over his chest.
"Breathe Arn." She requested before she took his hand in hers again, a thing she had done earlier but this time she placed it over her heart.
"I'd rather not have you refering to yourself as a shield, so how about this? Bow and Arrow, if you must use a weaponry analogy." She spoke teasingly, as she looked up at him with a glint of misschief in her eyes, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.
"For one is not complete without the other, depends on the other and if I may ask so selfishly cannot find its way without the other guiding it. And your light is guiding me through a dark maze I could not manage to overcome on my own." She cast her eyes down again.
"I still doubt whether or not I am doing you wrong by tainting you with association, but I can't do this on my own..." She frowned.
"All I wanted was a quiet simple life, it seems Fate has decided differently, but thankfully it allowed me to meet you." She stated looking at him again with a look of hope. "I want to stay with you. I feel safe with you. I trust you....gods I sound like a child." She chastized herself before wondering something.
Did he see her as one? A helpless child in need of protection? Not that she could blame him, she hadn't exactly offered him anything remotely resembling a woman's ettiquete in being proper and demure. She had been as inconsistent as the weather, Arn probably thought she was unpredictable.
And she was hardly a prize, tattoed from head to toe, some plain refugee with a bunch of mad Tahjai after her. She was more trouble than she was worth and that was her own evaluation. She wondered what Arn saw in her that made him so invested.
No, she knew, she had felt it too. Their connection. His innerflame, the light of his soul touching hers, warming her.
"Forgive me, but I can't seem to let you go." She whispered before she leaned forward and closed her eyes placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

[Assistant]
Arn shook his head slightly at her self deprecation. How could she believe that? How could she not see how important she was? There was literally a group of high powered individuals who were looking for her. This may not be a very amiable point but it was logical. Also, his world had been turned upside down due to her. Had it not been for her, his life would continue to in the same straight and clear path that he was on.

Despite him being a collected and always composed person, the turmoil and uncertainty that she had brought in just the mere moments of knowing her stirred some deep need in him that he did not know he had. The mystery of her, her life, and the future was very appealing to the master mage.

His logical mind posed many questions and he wanted to follow each one but at this moment, he wanted to give her his full attention. Even this inner reflections, which he was used to doing all his life, seemed somehow in appropriate with her being next to her.

"Breathe Arn."

He smiled and he took a deep breath. His lungs filled with the air in the room and with something else. A slight hint of something else. Was it Her? He chasticed himself for the thought. It was not clear wetehr the feeling that she had arose in him were romantic. But he did feel drawn to her, connected to her, and he very much felt that not being with her would somehow be a great loss.

Yet, despite even the interactions which have brought them close and even opened doors into his soul that had been stuck shut, he still felt like a creep imagining that the sweet scent was somehow related to her.

To deviate his mental train from the current track which would only bring red flush to his face and quicken his heart, the battlemage decided to analyze the analogy she had presented.

"Bow and arrow?" He spoke the question softly more to himself. He was sure he had heard the words before but as the current world's technology had more efficient and deadly munitions or projectiles, they had not been used in actual battle for millennia.

His quick mind searched through the archives of his mind for the reference in an over eager way to compensate for his previous thoughts. Immediately, his mind raced through references of military weapons. Putting all pieces together he understood what she meant. Alone, both were not very efficient. However, together they could be quite deadly. These were simple instruments and Arn liked nothing if not simplicity.

He smiled down at her and chuckled, this time more easily, at her mischievous glint on those eyes of hers. He could see his reflection in them and wondered if she would feel just at ease once her Dark Sight had passed. The master mage was not a vain person or even cared about looks but he felt that perhaps she may have an image in her mind that would dissipate once she actually beheld him.

He sighed in understanding. His own life was not something that he would gleefuly wish on somebody else. There had been many times in his young life when he wished him and his mother could live in a small house, she would wake up and make him breakfast and he would run along with his friends to some imaginary school.

He wondered if strife and challenges was all that people born with an affinity to magic could hope for. Here was a lovely young lady that had seen more pain that some soldiers and only those who had gone through similar circumstances could understand.

What he could not understand was the sudden concern in her face. Arn was glad she felt him trustworthy and safe. Was she perhaps doubting her own conclusions? What else could he do to reassure her. He wondered if he had said something wrong or something to bring up doubts in her. His own face morphed into one of concern.

"Forgive me, but I can't seem to let you go." She whispered before she leaned forward and closed her eyes placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

The place where her lips touched his skin was the epicenter of a warm wave that spread outward to his whole body. He smiled at that. A warmth that was obvious radiated from his body. He felt a joy in hearing that. Eilis seemed to enjoy his company and not because of his destructive and weaponized potential. In fact he had done nothing more than be a human heating pad. Some part of his mind wondered at this phenomenon.

Normally it took concentration and tapping into the Aether to produce these thermal changes. Instead, the connection with her seemed to naturally cause a reaction that surpassed understanding. That analytical side of his brain wanted to study, to question, and to test. He wondered if their connection could work both ways and he could provoke changes in her.

His other side wanted to just stay still in the moment between them for eons. This side of his brain saw their connection as inevitable. Arn was not very familiar with this side. It made illogical and outlandish arguments. Yet, despite their definitive fallacy, the mage could not say they were wrong.

In the fraction of a second that the battle for control and command raged in his mind a truce was finally called and was embodies by a simple

"Nor I want to let you go either."

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"Very well Cap, you may call me Tobi. My dad was the true Tailor, I just carry the name."
Tyrhallan nodded at the young mage.
"Do not dismiss yourself so easily. You are your family's namebearer, the family line and name will continue because of you, whether or not you consider yourself worthy of it." He offered as they sought for a place to sit. Finding one soon enough he joined the young mage at the table, setting out everything to its rightful place. Even simply pleasures and as display and napkins were a few of the rituals that made life and war more easy to bear. Folding his hands he took a moment of silence and contemplation before making the ritualistic gesture touching his forehead and moving the hand up and down.
"As above, So Below." Was the soft murmur that followed before he picked up his cutlerly and started eating.
There was a clear difference in table ettiquete between the two, but Tyrhallan never sought to tell other people how to live their lives in their 'off duty' moments. Nevertheless had after a while his troops started to mimic some of Tyrhallan's behaviour and if the Captain joined them at the same moment they all waiting until his regular blessing passed his lips. Everyone sat a little straighter, cutlerly was held more properly and no knives were licked off for the sake of getting everything.
Tyrhallan had been asked by others how he had managed that ragtag bunch of hardheads to 'straighten up' and he had simply told those that inquired the truth. That a good example set by a superior and consistency made others follow suit.
It was why those who 'paid their way' to get in annoyed the hell out of Tyrhallan.
That was not the Venray way.
One had to be able to relate through experience to understand those he was supposed to lead. He had done the same menial tasks as mopping, cleaning, drilling all that he asked of his Knights he himself had done or would do without batting an eye.
Taking his time enjoying his meal Tobias suddenly struck up conversation again.

"I read in a book that leadership is the ability to inspire others to surpass their own limitations and often even surpass those that are currently in leadership." He stopped measuring up Tyrhallan with eyes that suddenly seemed older than the young face betrayed.
"I agree with you that the King is a great leader. Not because he called us to action but because even if he is to die, he cemented in our minds a last image of him that will enable those surviving to continue the fight." He took another bite of a red fruit which was soft, sweet and also acidy.
"This is how we feel about Master Mage Arn. Many in the Shooting Stars consider him a hero. To us he is what a battle mage should be. I follow him into battle again and again not because he is a master but because he inspires me to do my best." His voice was soft and respectful.
"I have to ask Cap. Other than pissing Captain Evander off, why did you request Master Mage Arn's transfer?" The young man's eyes were narrowed. It was not that he did not trust Tyrhallan but in a sense, he felt the man was taking something valuable from them.
"Sure the Master Mage is some heavy fire power and can cause quite some damage on the battle field. But so can a heavy pulse cannon and I reckon the cannon will be easier to handle." He sighed. "If you have not discussed this decision with him, you may find he does not like others to make choices for him. Just ask Captain Evander." A slight smirk appeared on the boy's face.
"You appear to be an honorable man. So I am sure your reasoning is good but I guess I feel a bit protective of the Master Mage." Tobi shrugged and put more food in his mouth.

"You seem to have misinterpreted my intentions young master Tobias." He said after he finished and swallowed his mouthful.
"First and foremost leadership is more then inspiring people. Whilst there are many views on it, I believe that leadership is Duty. Responsibility and Respect whether for themselves as for others. Great leaders have the capacity to transfer vision into reality." He sighed.
"I am no more honourable than you or sir Arn. I have however always told myself that my power and my position should be used to aid those who otherwise will be overlooked or discarded. It is why I chose to be a Knight first and then a Lord. Whilst I am loyal to the King and Queen and I will defend them at the cost of my own life, I just wished that they had not withdrawn so from the common people...a good Lord must know his subjects and their struggles, just as a good leader should the strengths and weaknesses of his men." He said a he took another bite.
"Appearing now in full regalia is a powerfull message, but I believe it would have been a stronger message and carried wider if he had gone amongst the commoners, would be able to look them in the eye and tell them of the dangers that lie on our doorstep." He frowned before he shook his head. "Don't mind me. Fancies of a dutiful Knight I suppose." He added with a sad undertone.

"As for Sir Arn I chose to set him free from Evander and true I did not seek his approval before doing so and he may fault me for that, but I also am no fool. Evander despises him. In the end he would have taken it out of Sir Arn one way or another. Also, I believe that Ser Arn has cleaned up enough of his mess, fixing his poor leadership. The sooner that comes to light the better. Hopefully...before too many souls lose their lives..." He said with a stern grimace.
"I chose to take him away from Evander, not out of spite or to rob you of your 'true Captain', but because I believe he needs room to move. Room that if I know Evander well enough he would not wish to give him. Though it is commendable and speaks highly of you that you dare breach the subject with me on it. It shows your high regard for Sir Arn and such behaviour I can only applaud." A heavy sigh followed, his rainbow coloured eyes darkened as he stared at young Tobi.
"I also believe there is more to this young woman. My instincts and gut are telling me there is more to trouble concerning her, despite what Arn said she is no 'mere refugee'." He took a sip from his glass of water. "I'm not sure what it is, but something puts me on edge. I am also quite certain that Evander would have demanded to interrogate her. I figured I would spare her such harsh treatment and Arn such troubles." He said finishing his food and drink placing the glass down with a little more force to emphasize his point. He then dabbed the corners of his mouth giving Tobias a long calculating look.
"Young Master Tailor, should you ever have need of it... you may come to me for help. Whilst I am not all powerful, know I would not turn you away." He offered as he took another stone from a pouch he carried on his belt before he placed it on the table and pushed it towards the young mage. It was a similar stone to what Arn had received, but this one was a bit more plain, still the V was carved into the stone and it had been sanded to a smooth surface.


[System]
"Why hello ladies. You need some help paying for those drinks?"
Species:Human/Mandalorian
Age: 25
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o'clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it. He also wears his Mandalorian armor for when he knows there's going to be a fight.

Faction: None/Freelance

Equipment:
* Beskar'gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias's proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar'gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias's personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It's helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.
* JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he's typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.
* Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.
* Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he's wearing. They're heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.
* Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it's his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It's core is black when activated.
* Various Equipment-On top of his stable pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.
* XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.

Skills:
Between being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:
* Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he's a lethal weapon, armed or not.
* Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY'RE the ones lying or mistaken. It's also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.
* Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He's survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.
* Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler's tool).
* Luguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mandalorian, so he's not the most fluent at it.
* Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.

Weaknesses:
* Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he's been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he's already won.
* Anti-Slavery: Elias might be a smuggler, but even in Hutt Space, you find people with morals and this smuggler can't stand slavery. As a result, there are a few less than satisfied customers who've put bounties on his head for the loss of Sentient Cargo.
* Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it's not hard to know where he's from thanks to his accent.
* Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.

History:
Elias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous "center of the galaxy". What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don't tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.

He managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn't have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn's head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.

The young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi'lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn's death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn't sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.

During the course of the Galactic Civil War, Elias found he did plenty of work for all involved parties, though the Rebels often paid the best as they were more in need of his unique services than the Empire. The Hutts paid well as well, but the cargo was often much more unscrupulous and require more careful planning. With the end of the war came new opportunities, and while the New Republic certainly had a bright outlook for the future, a better understanding of the galaxy at large had Elias remaining freelance and picking up more work for various clients in Hutt space, despite the Hutt Civil War and the shift in leadership within the Council.

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Elias Joranis|Did Someone Say FUBAR?

Elias grunted as a bolt struck his armor, ricocheting off of it into a nearby crate as Sirka said to run to her. Glancing around his cover, firing three shots at the pirates ahead, and noting that the giant lizard was already closer to them than he was. "Yeah, no, you come to me." If she were to turn around, she'd have spotted his twin blaster pistols making pirates and others dive for cover, because if a bolt found it's mark, they didn't get back up. When the flashbang went off, Elias fired off another rocket into the area, not aiming for kills so much as effect as it detonated and added more bang to the grenade's.

The giant lizard then moved to Elias's location and the pair made a break for it, vanishing into an alleyway with blaster fire peppering the area around them. Once he was sure they were out of sight, he began to lead them towards Docking Bay c-12. "Just gotta pick up what Koren sent me here for, and then we can argue about why your sister is on Circumtore with me. Now's not a great time."

[Assistant]
Circumtore

Between Sirka's powerful legs and Elias' jetpack, the pair were able to put quite a bit of distance between them and the remaining pirates rather quickly, particularly with the pirates having been stunned by the flash grenade. They weaved between crates to keep the line-of-sight broken, then tried to keep their path unpredictable once they were in the city. Sirka was absolutely not someone who could hide in a crowd, so their only option to get away from the fight was to simply keep distance from the pirates. Hopefully, with all of the confusion that had been stirred up at the warehouse, the pirates would not be effectively following.

Eventually, Sirka and Elias were able to holster their weapons and continue to walk somewhat less conspicuously towards the docking bay. Predictably, Sirka was none too happy about much of what Elias had to say to her. There was a low, rumbling growl from her throat while she stared him down with her black eyes. "I'll argue whenever, and wherever I damn well please." She asserted, though despite her words, she did not immediately begin to shout at him. "I just want to get my sister back home, but for reasons I can't comprehend, she was adamant that I stick my neck out for you. She insists that it would impress Koren for me to help his interests here, so against my better judgement, I'm going to get you and that package back to your ship. Even if I have to drag both of you there myself. Then, we can have a nice, looong chat, just you and me." As she finished speaking, Sirka reached out and placed her oversized hand on Elias' shoulder. She did not squeeze tightly enough to harm him, but at the same time, she kept her grip firm enough that he would absolutely not be able to remove her hand on his own.

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Elias Joranis|Did Someone Say FUBAR?

Elias rounded on the lizard, using momentum and a nerve pinch to slip free of Sirka's grip, and locked a glare on her. "There IS no discussion to be had. I'm going to finish this job and I'm going to get you and your sister back to Paradise. Hold your petty grudge if you want, but I'm not going to spend the time after this job wondering if you're going to try and kill me. Believe it or not, shit happens." Turning away from her, the Mandalorian continued forwards until he could hear the sound of Sol'id's jetpack. "We're getting close."


[System]
CS for teens and up
Nickname: Kisari
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Love interest: None at the moment
Mate: None
Cubs: None
Look:

Theme song(just for fun):
Personality: tbr
Other: Circle of Life
History: tbr
Rank wanted:
Rank Given: Lead Huntress
Who's side are you on?(Shah's or Kikatili)?: Shah
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CS for teens and up
Name: Tamara
Nickname: Tamara
Age: Teen
Gender: Female
Love interest: None at the moment
Mate: None
Cubs: None
Look:

Theme song(just for fun):
Personality: tbr
Other: Circle of Life
History: tbr
Rank wanted:
Rank Given:
Who's side are you on?(Shah's or Kikatili)?: Her own

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Introductions

Shah was sitting on the point of Pride Rock, remembering how Mkuu's presentation had gone. The crowds seeing their future king without a mother must have been hard to watch. He sat there thinking about the past.

Mkuu came running out the den towards his father, getting ready to pounce on him.

Shah was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when his son pounced on his back. He chuckled. "Hey, Mkuu. What you up to, son?"

Mkuu smiled playfully. "Practicing my pouncing skills on your back." He looked in front of him, seeing the lands that would someday be his.

Meanwhile
Kikatill had been pacing back and forth, thinking how the pridelands had everything while they had nothing but a barren wasteland. And the food? The only things for them eat were dead branches and the occasional mice and lizards. It was unfair to her. She then looked over to where she could see the pridelands in the distance, giving them a low growl. All those pridelanders need to die. She thought while staring at the Pride Rock in disgust.
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Cheke
A young lioness walked across the desert. She was searching for some prey to eat. Her brown fur stood out in the sunlight. She managed to find some water, no luck on prey yet though. She bent her head down before lapping up some of the water.

[Assistant]
Introduction

Cyren snapped awake, his claws unsheathed, as his chest heaved up and down. The look of shock washed over his calm face, as he slowly sat up and stretched out, trying to ignore the recurring dream that had pressed into his mind for night after night. His eyes soon returned to their calm state, as he glanced around where he was. He never slept near the other lions, keeping to himself unless he was needed.

Why?

Cyren didn't much know how to interact. His voice wasn't loud, or booming. He actually rarely spoke to anyone. It was just how he was. Most would compare the male lion to a rock. He didn't speak, barely showed emotion, and went about his business like a lion at war. He worked on what he was told to, ate, and then wandered off by himself to sleep alone.

Definitely not good people skills.

[User]
Kisari was already up and drinking at a water hole nearby Pride Rock. Perhaps she should go out hunting soon before too many in the pride started getting hungry.
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Tamara was hanging out by a mountain. She wasn't tied to either Shah or Kikatili and honestly wasn't sure she wanted to be. She simply decided upon seeing how things go before making that decision.

[Assistant] Cyren passed the watering hole, silently, as he dipped his head for a quick drink. His blue eyes were on the water, body language relaxed, as his eyes were pricked in case he was spoken to. 'Another morning, another drink before I start the day.' He thought to himself, as he sat up and backed away from the fountain, turning to leave.

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Talli was crouched on the ground eying a bird that landed on a rock where she was. She enjoyed scaring birds the way they cawed and flew away made her laugh every time. Though just as she was about to pounce when her stomach growled. She sighed as the bird flew away, knowing she was there. She stood up straight and started looking for some food. She wasn't the best at hunting big game on her own so she decided to settle on catching mice and small birds. They were easier to take down, and more fun for her to chase.

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Rook watched Kikatili pace. He knew what she was thinking. She wanted the pride lands for herself and wished death upon all the pridlanders. He cringed a little when he heard her growl. But remained silent. Simply watching, he didn't want to get on the bad side of the only person who was willing to allow him to be a part of their pride, no matter how small it was. He was set on protecting the pride he now called his and would do whatever it took to make sure they were surviving. He refused to let Kikatili and Ziwa do all the hunting partially because he was used to hunting for his own food and partially because there was so few of them and such little prey that they could use all the hunters they could get.

[Assistant]
In the Pridelands
Mkuu looked up at the older next to him. "Dad, can I go chase a few butterflies?" He asked, hopefully.

Shah pondered his son's question, he looked at his pride. There were plenty of older lions there. He then turned his attention back to his son. "Alright, just be careful." He knew one of his pride members would watch the cub. It was a rule had with cubs especially Mkuu since he was the Pride Lands' future king.

"I can be careful, Dad." Mkuu ran down the rock after his father nudged him ahead. Once in the grass, he started to looking for some butterflies to chase.

In the Outlands/wastelands

Kikatili finally turned her attention away from the majestic rock. She looked to see how her own pride was coming along. Yes, a male had joined her and Ziwa, but they were still pretty small compared to Shah's pride. She knew there would be no way to go through with her plans to kill Shah and his little cub too with this small a pride. So, for now, she and her pride could only wait till the time to kill and take over was right.
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Cheke

After a nice drink, she continued her search for some good prey. She eventually come across a jungle. She knew this could be a nice spot try and find food. She was awed by the sight once she entered the jungle. "It's beautiful." She mumbled to herself as she kept waking.

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Kisari noticed that Cyren had come to get a drink as well, but it looked as if he wasn't in the mood to socialize at the moment. She decided upon leaving as well with plans to hunt.
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Tamara eventually got bored and started walking around until she came across a jungle. "Well, let's find something to do I suppose."

[Assistant] Roura had a late start that morning just like with most mornings. She had a hard time falling asleep and when she did manage some sleep, she woke up at the slightest noise. She supposed that she could attribute that to being with just her mother for so long and having to be wary of her surroundings at all hours. She sighed and stood, arching and stretching with a yawn before padding out. "Morning Shah," She called, walking over to the male.

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At Pridelans
Shard and Amber stayed near the pride rock. Amber looked at the pride rock, she wanted to go to play with the other cubs "Mm! Can I go to play eith others? Shard...Shaaard" she yelled glacing at the dark maned lion, which was her older half Brother but sometimes he feeled like a father to her. Shard looked around the awakening pridelanders, before turned back to his younger sister "Alright, only if you don't leave to far...and roar if something happens...I will come in no time" he aswered smilling.

Amber jumped up and down, before run toward the other cubs.

At Outlands
Ziwa was already up and hunting, thought she didn't found almost anything to this dry land. Sighing and little snarling she founded a wildebeest old skeleton laying in the ground "Tch! Stupid land, stupid sand, stupid animals who die before even giving anything in return..." she snarled to herself punching one of the wildebeest bones, before making her way back to her pride.

[Assistant] Shadow hated mornings. He wake up alone. He had no pack. He was looking for one but he was wary to trust anyone. His ability to trust had been ripped way from him when he was young. Now as a young adult he wanted a pack but he wasn't sure that he would ever be able to trust another pack. He got up and shook his mane. He needed to go hunting. Luckily he was a good hunter. It wouldn't be long before he had breakfast.

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In the Pride Lands

A butterfly had come into the prince's view. "There's one." Mkuu happily began to chase it around. He watched as it landed on a nearby rock and crouched as if getting ready to pounce. He lunged forward causing the butterfly to fly away from him, his paws only landing on the rock. He was disappointed when he saw his paws were empty. I'm sure I'll get better if I keep practicing. He thought while smiling to himself.

Shah heard one his pride members come up and greet him. "Good morning, Roura." He replied with a smile.
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Outlands/Wastelands

Kikatili was once again disappointed when here lead huntress came back with nothing. As much as she would love to punish, she could not blame her as there wasn't much here to hunt except for some little critters which were either just lizards or rodents. So she let it slide and went sit down on the only rock she had. Unlike the one in the pride lands, hers was just a normal rock that just happened to be big enough to sit on. She started to think of ways to eventually go through with her plan once her pride was big enough. As for now, she could only plan things in her head.
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In the jungle

Cheke made her way through the area, but stopped when she came across a waterfall leading down to a perfect-sized river. She would probably enjoy making a home here. He padded over to the wide river and pawed at the water. She smiled as a few small waves touched her paws every now and then. "I might stay in this place." She was mostly speaking to herself. She just had a habit of thinking out loud.

[Assistant]
Talli had caught enough prey to satisfy her stomach. Though she had found herself near the outlands unintentionally. The curious young lion looked out into the vast barren desert and sighed. She knew there was a small pride forming out there. How on earth they survived was beyond her, but they were enough to worry Shah. She had heard that there were only 3 of them but a male had recently joined which was what concerned most other lions. Now with a male they wouldn't have to reach for other wandering lions to join them. They could breed there own pride and though it would take a while, eventually they would be able to rival Shah's pride. Talli on the other hand wondered why they few in that pride hadn't just come and joined Shah's pride. Living in the outlands had to be ten time worse than living under Shah's rule.
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Rook stood up and stretched. "Why don't we go hunt in the prideland territory. Stick to the edge where they won't notice a few of there prey missing." He was tired of watching his pride starve. Something had to get gone and if that meant they had to hunt on the edges of the pride lands he was willing to do it. It wasn't like he hadn't held his own against older male lions before. He had and he would willingly do it now if it meant the pride actually got to eat today. "The worst that could happen is I come back with a few extra scars and maybe nothing to show for it." He stated looking at the two females. He wasn't going to go if Kikatili said no. Though if Ziwa said no he would just go hunt by himself. He wasn't looking for the lead huntress's approval at all. He was waiting for Kikatili to answer him, she was the only approval he needed to head out. If Ziwa wanted to follow she was more than welcome to.

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It didn't take all that long for Kisari to find prey. She ended up catching an antelope and started dragging it back to pride rock. She knew that this might not be enough for everyone in the pride, but she also knew that there were other hunters here as well. As soon as she got back, Kisari brought the dead antelope to Shah. That way him and Mikuu can eat first if they wanted. Though it seemed as if Mikuu might be out playing right now since Kisari didn't see him around.

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Tamara had been walking through the jungle while admiring the scenery for a good while until she heard another lioness stating that she might stay here. The lioness sounded as if she were nearby and Tamara started walking in the direction the voice came from. It was by a waterfall. Tamara can see why this lioness would want to stay here.


[System]
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:

Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build is less than impressive. Her long hair falls down her back, dark brown and thick. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back from the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person's projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to glimpse into another person's soul when it leaves their body – that is to say, when they're dying. When on the astral plane, the soul materializes as a shimmering silver dust, floating from the body to the sky. If Aya touches this, she can get flashes of what they saw and thought in the moments before they died.
She's still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn't know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to three miles from her physical location. She also has a heightened awareness of the astral plane and everything on it, such as ghosts or other metas who might make use of it.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.

Skills: Fluent in English and Japanese, conversational in Spanish, intelligent, adaptable
Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It's not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn't breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. Her parents separated when she was young, her mom moving back to Japan. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, but she had a happy life with her father. That is, until her dad was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. Then life got a bit harder.

They were well-off financially, so medical bills weren't much of an issue. But despite their best efforts, Mr. Germain continued to deteriorate. He passed away when Aya was 18, just before she graduated high school. The day that he died, Aya had been sitting at his hospital bed, holding his hand. He was asleep, and she'd already gone through the stages of grief, accepting that he was going to die. Then his heart monitor began to sputter. Aya snapped to attention gripping his hand and hoping for any way to make him better, or at peace, or something. Her hopes manifested in her powers activating on accident.

On the astral plane, Mr. Germain was as hearty and alert as he'd been before his diagnosis. They were both shocked at the turn of events… and then he realized what had happened. His daughter was a meta. It was no secret that the Germain house wasn't the most welcoming to metas, which was part of the reason why Aya kept it secret for so long. He didn't cry or shout or reject her as she feared he would… instead, he just sighed. Like he was disappointed. Aya thought that was probably worse. But he still loved his daughter and he smiled through the sadness and stroked her hair until he finally faded away. Aya hasn't used her powers since then.

After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock" for college in LA. She's not exactly a big-city girl, but she gets along fine. She takes her classes, works part time at a local bookstore, and makes her way through tense, weekly phone calls with her mom. Thus far she's done a very good job of keeping out of meta politics, and to this day she remains unregistered and undiscovered.

[User]
Eli smiled and laughed when he thought back at the events that day at the LAPD. Those were simpler days where he could walk the streets and no one really knew who he was. "Think I only killed four that day. In fact during that whole ordeal I didn't really kill anyone else that I can remember. Shit I killed more in the last little bit than I did in that whole thing."

Again he smiled thinking back to those days. " I went in there with Ruby after I saved her from some silly shit. She got freaked out after I shot one cop three times, cut out another ones throat, and snapped the neck of a third. Didn't stick around to watch me burn that one bastard alive. He was my the last person I needed to take out... Still hard to figure how Ruby turned like she did. Some people get a little power and all of a sudden they think they can go and do damn near anything they want. Nerve of some people."

Eli knew the samd could be said if him. Truth be told his actions were worse, most of the killing he had done was planned and he enjoyed it for what it was. Trash the needed burning. He had also killed his fair share of decent people. He never did the diligence on those three cops he did kill. He just hoped they were dirty and left it at that. Deep down he doubted they were, deep down he didn't really care. That was also the big thing kept him from being on of the good guys. He didn't care enough, he had no reason to bring them in and let them go through the courts. He had no reason to play by the books and take the chance to get hurt. Easier to kill them all and let the good lord sort them out.

A pithy of quotes from Stormin Norman came to out. "Forgiveness is a function of G-d and my job is to arrange the meetings." that was the chief among them. He liked the idea of that quote. That it wasn't his job to cast judgments. Just make sure he did what he had to do. That helped him greatly during his time I military, helped more in his time with the Russian Mob. Something he had crippled so baddly it was highly doubtful that they'd ever recover. He was highly proud of that fact. His own pride aside it was time that he checked on the girl.

[Assistant]
Constantine had gotten out of the labyrinth, an act that was much faster than one would think due to the fact that, well, no one saw him wander in and out of it. Once in the New Sun Tower's park, where all the civilians had been evacuated; the civilians inside the tower itself were being guarded by Spectrum and Owlman, the man then dipped his hands into his pockets, which were specially modified to act as portals to an alternate dimension that contained all sorts of tools and stuff, and pulled out...a microphone.

"Operation Milivian Bridge is a-go! Repeat, Operation Milivian Bridge is a-go!" thanks to the Microphone's sophisticated tech, the sound was heard all across the area, reaching every inch of the battlefield. Even the Hydra would be halted, before several people would teleport into the grounds of the New Sun Corporation, which had been evacuated of all civilians except for those still being safeguarded by Spectrum and Owlman inside the tower.

These people were clad in costumes bearing two insignia, the first one was a simple 'IH', the symbol of the International Heroes. The second was a new symbol, a Sword of Flame.

"Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen," spoke Constantine, "this is Constantine Ramiel King, former leader of the International Heroes, telling you that 1.) reports of his death are fake, and 2.) the announcement of a new sub-section of the IH, agreed upon by current leader Cedric Wessex..." this was a lie, meant to infuriate said Wessex to being more firm, "...the Fiery Guardians!" Constantine then clapped several times, a sound also projected all across the park.

As the False Angels and False Ophanim finally noticed Consty and made after him, a second teleportation brought the leader of the Fiery Guardians, one 'Blink', to Constantine's side, along with two other Heroes; Vapor, a female Meta clad in Ancient Greek Armor and carrying a Trident and Water pouch and Royal, a young man with messy black hair and wearing a porcelain mask and crown, as well as a spandex costume with the insignias mentioned before.

Vapor created two shields of, well, Water Vapor to shield the group from a sudden assault of laser lights, before Royal, facing the enemies with his porcelain mask, stretched out his sceptre, marking out the New Sun Park and grounds as his 'territory', where he can dictate rules that everyone must folllow, including himself (which was the power's weakness).

Instantly, the Hydra's Fire, Ice, and Acid Breaths ceased, Royal's power outlawing the use of all three elements as long as he is in his territory. This allowed a tall and well-built Hispanic Man, Carlos Hererra aka Rocketman, to fly up, and then to the Hydra's right, with the trajectory of a bullet, carefully avoiding Insominum's dragon construct and blasting through the creature's side and causing a rain of blood to spurt out.

However, the Hydra, though disabled and partly disempowered, was not totally defeated yet, due to its regenrative capabilities, as well as its remaining weapons; laser eyes and hard-light constructs.

Former MHLA Headquarters

Valentin Caro had been believed permanently traumatized by his almost being burnt alive, his healing by Healing Spore, and being forced to give information about Merc Metas that was later used by Aperture in their gambit to divide Metahumans and Normal Humans against each other. And, well, it was only the permanent part that was false. No, for Valentin (or Valentine), the events of the Aperture War had been only a set back.

However, he had a debt to pay to his rescuers first, William Plantagenet and Cedric Wessex, the latter a child soldier at the time of his rescue. And, well, a little birdie (Cough, FakeDeath!Consty, Cough) had told him that by avanging the MHLA, an organization whose probable killer had pheromone powers similar to his, would help pay said debt. Oh, and the MHLA had various properties and assets he can take over; that was a plus.

Of course, he had to clear the rotten corpses himself, that was a minus, but that was what his lower-level goons, both Normal and Meta, were for. Thankfully, there was an improvised smokeless crematorium, made by Metahuman Tinkering/Gadgeteering, on the lower grounds. After that came the washing of the building with rosewater and disinfectants, and finally, the move to take possession of the building itself.

Unknown to him, Constantine was setting him up as a buffer against the Third Party and their coming attack on LA; a person like Caro was a scumbag, but even scumbags deserved a chance at redemption; it's just that Caro didn't know that he was being given that chance, by acting as a shield between the Third Party and the International Heroes...

[User]
Sebastian

"I have no doubt, or else I'd be having my fun with you as we speak, just like I did with the people who used to live here, but slower." Sebastian looked over to admire his handiwork before snapping his fingers. The blood that stained everything lifted off into the air, forming a sphere that floated above his head. Turning back to the girl, he pointed at her, and the bloid in her left arm began to burn, quickly spreading through her body, as well as rising in intensity.

"Now then, tell me how you kniw what you know, or you die here. Try to stall agaun or play me in a game, and I'll have no choice but to turn you into my next big project, and I assure you, it won't be pleasant. For you, anyways, I'll be having a blast."

-0h

Kuro

Kuro had left the room as soon as he heard that people in here knew who did this. . . or close behind Eve when she ran out of the room. Either way, he was gone, planning escape routes in his head for running away from his victims if he ever saw them again. He entered one of the staff rooms, and saw that girl again, along with her ghostly companion. He was currently in the Zone, so the girl wouldn't be able to see him, but the ghost would.

Walking up to the ghost, Kuro cleared his throat, so as to get her attention. "Hello there, deceased person, My name's Kuro and I'm wondering why you be haunting your twin."

Insomnium: Apocalypse Mode

As the human Rocket busted through the Hydra, Apocalypse saw an opening to finish this fight. He shifted into a stream or shadow and flew into the beast, the red glow of his energy providing plenty of light to sustain his shadows. Now inside the beast, he began to devour it from the inside out, spreading through it's body like a cancer. Tendrils would burst from it's skin at certain intervals, covered in gnashing red maws that would curl around the outside of the beast, continuing their nightmarish feasting.

Santa

Bee

[Assistant]
Aya bit back a scream as her blood ignited and threatened to sear the very skin from her bones. Tears were now coming quickly, burning tracks down her face and pitiful whimpers escaped her mouth.

"I heard them!" she shouted against the pain. "I work at New Sun, I heard them talking." Her voice was course and caught in her throat, hidden behind sobs. The only coherent thought she could form underneath her agony was that she couldn't tell him she was a meta. It was the one thing she could possibly have over him, her only chance to walk out of this situation alive at all. "Please, I swear!"


[System]
-Great pic made by Meken!-
Age: 22

Species: Turian

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slightly taller than the average Turian, standing at 6'50", his general appearance is composed of quite common characteristics among this race.
Broad shouldered, but of lean physique, he has an agile and flexible body thanks to his years of training in the Zakera ward's C-Sec Academy. His scales and skin are of an exotic charcoal, which stands even more out thanks to his face tattoos. The intricate patterns painted on his skin are unlike any seen on any other turian. In fact, those were designed by himself to represent the only planet he's willing to call home, Earth.

Occupation: Enforcement C-Sec Officer (rookie)

Class: Infiltrator

Powers: First aid, Tactical Armor, Sniper rifle, Sabotage, Damping, Assault training

Weapons: M-5 Phalanx (Heavy Pistol); M-92 Mantis (Sniper Rifle); Phaeston (Assault Rifle)

Armor: Light Janissary Armor

Apparel: A gray human hoodie designed for turians with military camouflage trousers or an alliance military outfit... sized accordingly. A pair of small, metallic blue headphones.

Equipment: Polaris Omni-tool; Full-case of Medigel; Turian toothbrush...

Personality: Despite his particular upbringing, Aaron grew up almost as the perfect stereotype of a turian: hard-working, neat, polite (maybe too much) and somewhat stiff when it comes to moral integrity. However, despite not being from time to time too sharp-witten, he is quite the playful type, easy-going and always of company. He prefers the human one above all sentient species, because their facial expressions are by far the only ones he recognizes and instinctively tries to emulate, despite his total incapability to. His closest acquaintances sometimes refer to him as prideful and squeamish, despite he would vehemently deny it if asked.
Loves furry animals and is quite proficient with digital painting, again thanks to his heritage.

Biography: This turian's first memory wasn't the scaly figure of his own mother, but the indefinite darkness of a backside alley in Greenwich, London megalopolis. Left by his own species, unwanted, the unnamed child was found by sheer luck: a strong-willed child was defined by the director of the orphanage where he was taken thereafter. However, if asked the human who rescued him, his version would have replaced the child's wailing with terrifying sounds. The unnamed turian became known in the orphanage as Aaron, because of his sheer size and sharp shapes. The first year of his childhood passed swiftly, under the care of human doctors that assured his survival in a levo-amino based world.

At the age of three, he met the man he would have called father for the rest of his life, the owner and CEO of Brannheim Arms Industry: Victor Brannheim. The choice of a turian as an adoptive child at that time was greatly influenced by the deceleration of production in the heavy weapons industry determined by the Treaty of Farixen post-effects: as such, the family company wanted to change things around and create a new image for itself, to ameliorate their projection capability in the intergalactic market (for example, investing in new colonial defense systems). What at first was an administrative move, slowly progressed as time passed in a true father-son relationship, and Aaron was welcomed in the family. Educated, trained, but most of all free to choose his own way, Aaron grew up by the standards of human society, attending public schools and enrolling in a british university. He was often defined as "an human in a turian body".

However the growth of hostility in the terminus systems between the human colonists and the Batarians gave proof of the incapability of the Brannheim defense systems to repeal the attacks of the slavers. The funds for the expeditions were completely lost, the company disgraced, and Victor Brannheim was forced to use personal credits to avoid the bankruptcy of his company. Things spiraled into darkness when underground creditors were able to speculate on the now failing agency: Victor was able no more to pay back the loans, and, eventually he was murdered in broad daylight, his possessions confiscated, his company dismantled.

But, regarding Aaron and his human sister, Elizabeth, they managed to survive this family economical crysis, thanks both to their will-power and their father's remaining friends. Selling the most valuable of their possessions and economically backed by their relatives, Aaron and Elizabeth managed to depart from Earth to the Citadel with an handful of money to start again. As the cruise left their home for the infinite waters of space, Aaron swore to himself he would have forgotten the murder of his father, to not seek vengeance, but to protect his dear sister, remembering the man who gave him shelter so many years before not for what he did, for the man he was.

At their arrival, they were greeted and helped by the human ambassador at that time, a close friend of their father, who managed to put a good word for Aaron in the C-Sec Academy and for Elizabeth in one of the Citadel's most prestigious social studies university. Both managed to get a scholarship, and thus began their new life on the citadel.

[User]
Jason made it to the ship just in time to hear Ekrom's orders… FUCK. NO! Jason was not about to let that merc kill C-sec officers, no matter what he was getting paid. Then again what was he going to do, take on all the mercs? Maybe. But an ex Asari commando teamed with a nasty looking Turian and a Drell biotic? He might as well just shoot himself. That's when he had an idea. He wouldn't have to worry about anyone getting shot if he was the one doing the shooting.

Removing his Revenant Jason quickly took a position next to the merc. Although he couldn't see his face, Jason could instantly tell the merc was about to question what the soldier was doing.

"We're about to be swarmed with an unknown number of C-sec officers who probably won't care about taking us alive and we have minimal cover. Would you prefer to be a hero or have some cover fire?" Jason gave the merc a side glance raising one of his eyebrows. The merc nodded and the two returned their gaze now the barrel of their rifles.

[Assistant]
Lysia's own omni tool flared to life moments after Ekrom's, she had set it to monitor C-Sec activity as a precaution and was now glad that she done so. It was a precaution she took wherever she went and it had saved her life on many occasions. She strode alongside the others and with a thought her body began to glow blue. She might not be an tech specialist or even a gun specialist but she knew that when it came to Biotics she was a master and woe betide anyone who got in her way. She didn't particularly want to kill C-Sec officers, not because she cared about their lives necessarily, no she wanted to be able to return to the Citadel in the future. It wasn't good for business to burn your bridges behind you and the Citadel was certainly not a bridge she wanted to burn, it was good for business.

She nodded briefly to Ekrom indicating she understood that they were about to receive company and not friendly company at that. She eyed the Batarian 'Urg' and decided he seemed confident and capable. The other crew she saw also seemed competent and professional and it increased her confidence in taking the Drell on the mission. The human male whom she recalled was called Jason had already taken up a position to cover the entrance and she smiled briefly at him. It was a cool professional smile, but it did hold a hint of the appreciation she felt for his appearance. Like most Asari she found most races attractive, but Lysia had always had a preference for human males and this one was certainly a prime example of his race.

She took up a position with a good angle on the entrance but one that also provided plenty of cover and waited. She had already activated her barrier ability and was ready with her other abilities.

[User]
Sicari ran up into the ship as a C-Sec squadron rounded the corner, turning around and giving the soldiers a salute as the airlock closed behind her. "Well, that was a little too close for my liking." She made her way into the ship, crossing her arms as she came face-to-face with Ekrom.

 "I should've said this earlier, but I am now. If you kill a law enforcer, you're cut from the deal. I don't want this coming back to bite my ass in the end. I'm not gonna be a cop killer." She stalked off, mentally kicking herself for not saying that earlier.

[Assistant]
Jason made sure to take note of where everyone took a stance for a tactical appraisal. Lysia took a position with much better cover, but she had a longer distance to run to the ship. He couldn't help but return the courteous yet slightly flirtatious smile. Jason's worries were relieved when Icarus commanded that no C-sec officers were to be killed, now the only casualties they'd have to avoid were their own. She then headed straight into the ship, which at first would have seemed like a cowardice thing to do. But looking at it from a tactical approach, 3 would be enough to cover the entrance while providing the minimal amount of people they'd need to evacuate. Had she stayed out they would have only slightly more fire power but an evac extension of about 10 seconds minimum plus another body they would have to cover for. Overall it was better she stay out of the fight.

Not even a second after Icarus closed the airlock, a squad of C-sec plain clothes officers appeared from the hallway. One of them screamed for them to lay down their arms and surrender, this was followed by the Turian opening fire sending the officers into hiding.

"I had a clear shot on that guy and I had to fire over his head. This no killing thing is bullshit!" The merc yelled over the rapid gun fire.

"Hey, think of this like a game! See how close you can get to the target without hitting it." Jason said back as he jumped from cover to start his round of suppressing fire. "If it's too hard for you, you can head back into the ship and get that other Turian out here. I mean, it was her order, plus she's probably a better shot anyway." The Turian gave him a low growl but didn't retort.

Jason kept up the pressure but soon his gun overheated forcing him back into cover. As he ducked he peared to the side to keep an eye on the officers. Just as luck would have it an actually armored and ready squad was making their way to aid the plain clothes. "Shit we got enemy reinforcements incoming. Your boss better hurry up with those locks!"

[User]
Most of the time, his officer duties were never easy. Yet, that mission had just gotten a lot more complicated. Aaron ducked behind a cargo container as soon as the shooting begun, trying to appear as harmless as possible accordingly to his superior's orders.

"Good grief" he found himself thinking, changing ammo to the only weapon he had. "At least they've got suits to protect them. This ain't easy." Take down a small smuggling team: the report never talked about experienced biotics and marksmen. Just because that wasn't enough, he had to cope with all that while trying to keep at ease that hot-head he had for a sister through short and evasive messages on his datapad.

He had already arrived at the designed location fifteen minutes before his fellow officers, had the time to scout the zone, and even take a close look at the mercenaries and the ship they were trying to stop. Hell! He was hiding just beside it: he was checking on the outer hull conditions when the C-Sec stormed in. Those unrelated with the matter had fled, or hid behind what nearer cover they could find, exactly like he did.

He took a rapid glance at the enemy line of defense. Barricaded over the dock. An asari, an human, a krogan and a turian. It almost felt like one of those old-human stereotyped puns. "... they each enter the same bar, one after another." reminded himself absent-mindedly. "The krogan beats the crap out of everyone, yet falls victim of the same alcohol which allowed him to survive the free-for all. Thus the winner is the salarian bartender and..." he stopped, noticing two things. Firstly, how bad he was at telling jokes, but that was public knowledge already; second, someone was missing to the count. Could it be-

A wild bullet hit his hiding spot, interrupting his thread of thought. He snapped back behind the box, utterly shocked by the close shot. Near a mercenary ship, the containers could contain all sorts of trinkets, some of which extremely dangerous and inflammable. No hissing sounds. He was greatly relieved to note he hadn't yet blown up, and that the cargo was most likely not hazardous. "Still" he thought "better take a cover closer to the squad". If he happened to find himself in trouble, he preferred to have the guns of his comrades close by, and not those of the mercenaries. Aaron quietly moved backwards from his position, sneaking a peek at the battle ground from time to time as he quietly reached the secondary access point to the walkway. It was then that he saw the drell fumbling over the magnetic locks of the cruise.