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Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Background: Killjoy's past is a closely held secret that no one knows, not even those who've known him since he started his career seven years ago. One thing's for sure though, he's one damn effective gun-for-hire. He's known best for his record of more than 200 confirmed kills, something he shows proudly with the tally-marks on his armor, and of completing every contract ever assigned to him. His last contract got him indebted to Starfire Company causing him to have to work off the debt. He eagerly awaits for his ten-year contract to end so he can go back to working solo.

Personality: Killjoy's arrogant, but he's got a pretty good reason for it. There's no mistaking that he's one of the best at his job and that job is making sure his target is going six feet under. He isn't completely without morals though, refusing to do any job that involves slavery or the murder of innocents. He's also a bit of a pessimist, but he claims that that's only because he wants to be prepared for the worst.

Gear:
- Two .45 Caliber Handguns
- One Machete
- Various lethal and non-lethal hand grenades
- Body armor that can stop most non-sustained small arms fire
- Helmet with tactical display

Personal Ship:

The V-17 Cobra Dropship is a re-purposed troop carrier meant to quickly transport up to twelve. Killshot's since customized it for deep space travel, more maneuverability, and more firepower. There's also a small armory inside where he keeps his various weaponry (including assault rifles, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, etc.) for missions that may require something more than his handguns can handle. It's no bigger than a Black Hawk Helicopter of the 21st century.

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As Babylon IV began its ascent, several XRF fighters broke off from the battle to try and intercept the transport vessel. They were only able to get off one shot each before being called back by their superiors, allowing the Babylon to only receive minor damage to its outer hull. The Alamo soon caught up with no trouble as the XRF had no reason to attack Sunfire vessels unless they were working directly for the Imperials. Both ships soon broke through Teta's atmosphere and escaped the siege below.

John activated the comm-link in his helmet to communicate with those who had gone toward the Alamo with him, "Lizard-guy, Ball of Lightning, and Other Cyborg, get in your fighters and make sure to protect the Babylon and the Alamo from anyone who might think raiding us is a good idea." Meeting Deraen in the hallway outside of the Alamo's bridge, the helmeted mercenary turned to the Andalite and said, "Way to think ahead there, big guy. I'll head down towards Engines and Life Support then." As he walked back toward the elevator to the lower decks of the Alamo, he shouted back, "Good luck, and try not to die."

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After several hours of travel without incident, the inevitable finally occurred. A pirate ship, as large as the Babylon IV and the Alamo combined, appeared from behind an even larger asteroid. That's the most ridiculous looking pirate ship I have ever seen. John, whose datapad was connected to the Alamo's outer camera feed, could see the incoming hostiles and prepared for the incoming assault as several anchor-like tendrils shot forward, impaling themselves to the Alamo and the Babylon. "Damn it. Of course they've got anchors. For those of you who've never had to hold a ship off from pirates, this is a classic strategy of theirs. Those anchors are connected to their ship's airlocks, so that's how they're going to board. Our flyboys are the only ones who can disconnect us, though I doubt they're just going to let them."

As if on cue, a horde of around ninety fighters burst from the pirate ship's various hangar bays. In total, forty anchors connected the attacking ship to the Babylon and twenty anchors on the Alamo, each with countless pirates all traveling down the tubes to wreck havoc inside the ships.

[Assistant]
Johanna gritted her teeth, she knew something like this had been bound to happen. She checked her rifle once again to make sure it was good and ready. The Babylon shook as the anchor's impaled it's hull. They were gonna have a hell of a fight on their hands shortly, if the size of that pirate ship said anything, it was that there was a lot of pirates heading their way.

"Hey big guy, you ready?" She called out to Krull, might have seemed like a pretty stupid question, but maybe seeing just how ready the big guy was would psyche up the rest of them. Gods know they needed it.

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<You as well, John Mason.>

Take off went without a hitch and Deraen settled in to wait out the journey. They weren't even out the system yet, passing below an asteroid belt, when the pirates appeared. Their attack was sudden and the Alamo had very little time to react thanks to the asteroids interfering with the ship's sensors. The ship trembled with each anchor lock-in. The Andalite remained at his post, waiting.

Deraen reached into one of his pouches, pulling out a piece of equipment and fastening it over the slitted nostrils that made up his nose. It was a gas mask of sorts. As predicted, it wasn't long before the pirates located the bridge and made it their target. A swarm of them appeared at the end of the corridor and Deraen sidestepped behind a bulkhead as they began shooting. When they were halfway there he tossed two canisters in their path, which rolled across the floor for a few seconds before spitting out a toxic red vapor. Caught off-guard and temporarily disoriented by the smoke screen, the pirates faltered. They gagged on the air and some of them pulled their own gas masks on, but the disruption was a large enough window of opportunity for Deraen to step into their line of site and mow them down with an automatic weapon. A human-made gun called a P90, as he understood, that propelled small projectiles called bullets at such a speed that they tore through flesh and bone alike. It was heavy, but the shoulder-strap helped him to hold it steady while two slender fingers activated the trigger.

The pirates screamed and fell bleeding on the deck. Deraen noticed they were all humans, but it wasn't unusual for pirates to go marauding in groups composed exclusively of their own kind. As he stepped over the bodies one of them rose up behind him, and must have assumed that since Deraen was facing forward that he could sneak up on him. Of course, it's impossible to sneak up on an Andalite since their stalk eyes allow them to see in all directions at once. Without so much as pausing mid-stride Deraen whipped his tail back and stabbed the pirate through the chest before he could think to fire off a shot.

<Be advised: air contamination in Sector 2.> He broadcast his thought-speech for his crewmates, if any of them came to help him they would know what to expect. Deraen put another canister in hand and continued down the corridor. Another wave came at him shortly and he gassed them like the first group, slaughtering them at his leisure. The next wave was ready for him however, almost all of them wearing their own masks and all of them firing at once. He ducked into an adjoining passageway, pulled the pin on a plasma grenade, and threw it around the corner, counting each second until detonation. Before the explosion had cleared he was out again to finish off any survivors.

[Assistant] Jay's had drifted his ship into a patrol pattern around The Alamo for the more peaceful part of the trip, when the large pirate ship appeared, anchored both the Babylon and the Alamo, deployed upwards of ninety fighters, and sent over a massive boarding party he just sighed and murmured "of course" and turned his ship to head behind the Alamo to avoid the fighters. He powered the shields on his fighters ram and as he maneuvered behind the Alamo and came around he ignited the afterburners and rammed strait through at least seven of the anchors connecting to the Alamo, making sure he kept closer to the Alamo using it's guns for cover from the fighters. Several of the pirate's fighter were tailing him as he came back around toward the cruiser aiming to take cover in the range of the Alamo's guns again.

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On boarding the Alamo, Valian went to his ship to make sure everything was in top shape. Checking the controls, engine, weapons systems, shield, and other myriad of finicky bits that go into making a ship operational. Normally the sort of thing you want done before you're put in a situation where you might need to take off at any moment, but Valian saw himself first, not as a contracted employee of Starfire, but as a pilot. It was a matter of pride to him that he would notice if something was wrong with his ship. The only reason he was checking was because he'd learned the hard way that it's best to be careful.

Much to his surprise, Valian had finished checking his systems before anything happened. It stayed that way, until the one of the ships' pilots decided to pass by a large asteroid. How large? After practically leaping into his ship's cockpit, Valian pulled up some pictures from the Alamo's outer camera feed, and saw one large enough to hide a ship bigger than the the Alamo or the Babylon. Alright, what's the deal here? Even if we were trying to avoid standard flight paths, what idiot chose to pass so close to an asteroid that big? There's so much empty space out here... That train of thought died as soon as he saw the ship that was hiding behind it. When he did, he couldn't help but break into hysterical laughter. "That is the silliest fucking thing I've ever seen!" His mic was off, so his team-mates wouldn't have heard his outburst unless they were passing through the hangar at the time—he wasn't that loud.

His laughter ceased as soon as he heard the anchors hit. The fact that the pirates, idiotically silly carrier ship aside, hit him like a freight train. His grin did not leave his face, but it turned from one of mirth into one of malice. "Alright. So, ninety ships? Could be worse. Wonder how many of them will be dead before this is through." Wasting no more time, Valian brought his ship out of the Alamo's hangar. Since the pirates were still a good distance away from him, he whipped his ship around with his many RCS thrusters to take aim at one of the anchors on the Alamo with his energy beams. He didn't get the chance to see if he hit his mark though—the pirates had arrived, specifically a group of three.

Damn, they're faster than I thought. While he may have tried to get in an attack of opportunity on the anchors, John was right—they wouldn't be letting him cut those anchors. He dodged around the enemy fire, and took shots of his own at his assailants, the flash of his ballistic gun visible just under the Starbolt's nose. One pirate took a hit in the cockpit—taking the pilot out and sending the ship spiraling out into the void—and another in the wing, rendering it largely inoperable. Prioritizing speed over shields? Interesting. Might even be a pattern. Sure would make my job easier.

Valian glanced down at the anchor he'd shot at, and it was severed, the pirates already in transit tumbling out into the void. He looked towards the pirate carrier, only to see more ships heading his way. Well, let's see what this fleet of eighty-eight's got any more surprises for me.

[Assistant]
A group of ten pirates walked out of the elevator that led to the hallway to Engine Control and Life Support. So far, their progress had gone unimpeded and the crippling of the Starfire vessel would go off without a hitch. As they turned the corner though, one lone figure blocked the pirate's path. John leaned against the wall, spinning his handgun on the end of his index finger. Noticing the ten marauders in his peripheral vision, he grabbed the grip of his pistol and, in one quick motion, loaded a full clip into the gun while grabbing his second, still holstered gun, and fired both at the intruders. Several .45 ACP rounds tore through the little to completely unprotected bodies of the pirates, dropping them to the ground. As each of them collapsed the shooter mentally counted each kill. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten... Damn, I was expecting more.

"Well, you guys weren't any fun," the helmeted merc said as he approached the bodies. He picked up a small headset off one of them and spoke into the microphone, "If you want to take this ship from us, you'll have to try a lot harder than that." He looked over at the elevator and, sure enough, it began to move back up to pick up more targets for John. Under the helmet, he let out an unseen smile. Better not disappoint.


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"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:

If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.

She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.

Arcana: Devil
Personality:

Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.

The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.

All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.

If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.

She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.

Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.

Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.

Background:

Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.

As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.

She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.

The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.

So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.

Persona: Mordred
Appearance:

Abilities:

Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion

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Elena Dragunov : Yoshida Book Cafe

Elena looked at the boy curiously, it seemed that he too knew the unfortunate girl in question but when he asked her for her thoughts she could help but be blunt.

"Well it will only make it more crowded, I can count atleast two more people than it is needed to help her out. You could always wait till things calm down a bit and then maybe check up on your friend there." she said pointing at the girl.

"Anyways, I'll get you your Americano. Would you like to order something on the side." she said, stealing a glance at Alexei behind the counter. The serious look in his eyes and the way he held two knives, she knew it was sushi made to order.

"Looks like we'll have shrimp and Sushi soon. Would you like some?" she said in a polite soft voice. She stood a little bit afar so as not to tower over her guest.

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//Yoshida Book Cafe
Sunday, May 3rd, 2015

==~==

Mako nodded at the girl's assessment of the situation- much the same as his own had been, really. Perhaps he was just looking for confirmation. In any case, they were correct- there was really nothing else he could do to help the situation than wait, as going in anyway would likely just make things more complicated. Besides which, it wasn't really the girl he was going to check up on, anyway, much as he sympathized with her plight. Yeah, trying to talk to Sato about... that, with so many people nearby, probably isn't going to help matters at all.

In any case, he perked up somewhat as the waitress mentioned ordering something on the side- he did often like a pastry or some such with his coffee- and then more when she mentioned what kinds of food. Sushi and shrimp? In a cafe? That's... original. How could I possibly turn that down? He smiled to the waitress.

"Well, now. You've piqued my interest, certainly. Do you guys have spicy tuna here? I'd like some of that, if you wouldn't mind."

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Toma Tanaka - May 3rd | Shinza Shopping Square - Yoshida Book Café

Toma picked up the towels that had been used to soak up the drink, and the now empty cup that had been tipped. As he did so, he heard the voice of the woman who had the two unsubtle admirers smoothly offering help to the girl who had been burned. The red-haired boy paused and blinked as he glanced over, processing the quick exchange and realizing it was a little strange.

When he focused back on gathering the dishes off the table, the girl who had suffered the most from the accident thanked those who had helped her.

"It's fine," Toma said with a small smile and shrug of his shoulders. "This is part of my job, after all. So you don't have to thank me, at least."

It was then that he felt a light pat on his shoulder, causing him to turn and see a black-haired boy. The newcomer said a few words to the girl at the table, and left the store with that. Toma blinked again, wondering what that had been about.

With a small bow of his head to excuse himself, he receded and went back to the counter, setting the things he held down. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the 5,000 yen bill. After a moment and a confused look, Toma decided that it must be a tip -- from the black-haired boy, maybe? Now that Toma thought about it, the boy had come from the direction of the counter.

Toma smiled slightly despite himself. He raised his head and scanned the cafe for the young waitress -- Alexei's younger sister, if he had guessed correctly -- deciding that she should get the tip. She had been the one serving him, and the money would probably make her much happier than it would him.

For the time being, however, he had to continue working. He quickly prepared the blonde woman's order and brought it to her.

"Here you go, sorry for the wait," he said easily. Nodding at her words, he continued with a laugh. "Sure thing. Hopefully it won't come to that."

Glancing over at the table where the accident happened and back again, he raised his eyebrows, curiosity getting ahold of him as he remembered how she had spoken to the other girl. "So, uh, you seem to have quite the way with ladies," he said with a light smile and joking tone, hoping not to step on her toes. "Almost makes me jealous, I gotta admit."

[Assistant]
Matt was glad he acted in time to defend against the oncoming attack, but he was only able to protect Leiko with his range. But it seemed Noboru was the only one who had been hit and seemed to have started acting strange.
He then heard Rui's orders and acted.

Not knowing exactly what was going on anymore Nobo seemed afraid but all Matt could do is attack.
"HEY FLOWER BITCH CAN YOU HANDLE THE HEAT [AGIALO]" Matt seemed to have gotten over having to fight a flower pretty easily but it was probably what was making so agitated right now.
at the same time it seemed Noboru had kicked into gear and was ready to fight.

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Photo Finish Finale! - Studio Floor
3/5/2015 Sunday

I Will Face Myself

A stronger fire spell was headed for the Shadow in the form of an Agilao, Rui managed to synchronize an assault with Noboru despite his condition, which was just now wearing off. The Agilao struck, and Rui performed a Zan'ei, dealing a bit of damage, however... Did the Agilao really hit? Matt would soon notice the ground below him was heating up, and all he could utter was one curse before a pillar of flame swept him off his feet. Luckily his Persona was a little resistant to fire, so he didn't suffer too much damage, and everyone else managed to get in a bit of damage. The Shadow was beginning to show dents.

"Awwwwwww you couldn't handle the hot passion~ But that's okay, poor, poor plebians such as you all can't compare, after all, isn't that what grandmother wanted? To be the best~", taunted the Shadow. Rui prepared to attack again, but the front line consisting of Noboru and Rui were forced to step back and space up again before they can resume.

"Keep it up, it may not act like it, but you're doing quite a bit of damage", well whatever she says. It was still a large opponent, but basically they just had to keep hitting it.

[RESULT]
- Matthew Harvester (Heavy Moderate Damage taken, FIRE RES)

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Photo Finish Finale!

The fear left his body, and suddenly Noboru felt invigorated again. He wanted to put this shadow into the ground, help out. He couldn't get angry by himself, but he didn't need to. He watched Matt get hit and he decided it was time. He took the sandpaper, and grinded it along each of his arms, ripping up the flesh enough to make him mad. His steps hit heavier, and he was mad enough to continue. He opened up with a kill rush straight to the body(?) of the shadow, and he let out an obnoxious roar.

"I am right here! Don't you ignore me! I WILL CRUSH YOU! COME ON. HIT ME. DO IT YOU BITCH!

[User]
Jun giggled as the waiter commended her ability to charm girls. The way he was tiptoeing around the issue was rather cute, like he was afraid he would offend her and draw her ire. Well, he was accomplice to her petty revenge scheme, so perhaps he thought she might plot something similar if he pissed her off? She wouldn't do such a thing since he was just working here and trying to be friendly, as long as he didn't try to grope her or harass her like those dolts at the table did, things would be fine.

"Oh, I've had plenty of practice." Jun answered with a bemused expression at the waiter. "I'm not some rose bush full of thorns, waiter-kun. You don't have to act like you're standing before a tiger. I'm Jun Himura, third year at Warakuma High. What's your name? I could teach you a thing or two about a maiden's heart some time... or introduce you to a friend maybe?" She was joking at the last part, mostly, but breaking the ice might help. In any case, he seemed like a nice guy. A little on the timid side perhaps, but considering even the delinquents in school didn't dare to bother her, that wasn't saying much.

She took another glance around her and noticed a familiar face. It was one of the girls from the inn. The Scared Kitten, without Melon Chest at her side. They seemed rather close and she didn't seem the type to be wandering around town alone... Jun caught her eye and offered a polite wave and gentle smile before returning to her tea and book.


[System]
Universe: StarCraft Universe

Appearance:

"Look at flesh, see only potential. Strands, sequences, twisting, separating, joining. See how it could be better. Eat flesh, splinter bone. Inside me, can touch it. Weave it. Spin it. Make it great."

Skill set/Abilities: Abathur is a unique zerg creature, due to the fact that he is created from numerous zerg creatures. His primary purpose is to serve the swarm as its evolution master, acting as a sort of craftsman and library of DNA. This allows him to modify the characteristics of zerg creatures and improve on them. He does this by ingesting parts of creatures and then gaining access to their genetic code.

He has minimal combat capabilities, instead being a brilliant strategic mind and an incredibly intelligent biologist. He uses zerg creatures to fight for him instead, directing and commanding them through psionic signals.

Abathur also possesses the ability to burrow into the ground and travel to other locations quickly, an adaptation he acquired from his feral wandering days on Char.

Background: Abathur was created by the Overmind using the DNA of various different zerg species and was an instrument of the Overmind's plan to attain Zerg perfection. Abathur was also responsible for creating the Queen of Blades herself, Kerrigan. After the death of the Overmind, he wandered the tunmels of Char, feral and purposeless, eating anything that attacked him.

As Abathur wandered Char without a master, he modified any zerg he came across, and grew fixated on diversifying the Swarm. The Queen of Blades retrieved him and took him under her command. With the de-infestation of the Queen at Char during the Second Great War, the Swarm fragmented, as the broodmothers vied for control. He was too strong for Broodmother Zagara to take control of him. At the time of fragmentation, he was aboard a leviathan.

Kerrigan had then found him again on said leviathan and he served her once again as her swarm's evolution master, evolving the Zerg to be faster, stronger and deadlier. He followed her up until the End War, where he then served Zagara after Kerrigan was gone.

Other Information: Abathur's true goal is for the Zerg to achieve biological perfection, although he knows it isn't possible, he still tries, claiming that it makes sense on a tactical level for him to chase it.

He also believes it is "purpose" which makes the zerg what they are. He states that without an overriding will, they are no more than beasts, much like he was after the death of the Overmind. To this end, he is grateful that the Swarm has a purpose.

Will be added during RP as Abathur collects more and more biomass, strength of creatures depend on the biomass collected.

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LINK

"I'm a big girl, I can share. Maybe she and her boyfriend would be up for a little three person adventuring." She winked at J. "I remember that thing, I hit as hard as I could with my sword. It was very annoying."

CLOUD, HE-MAN, & SHE-RA

"This guy promised us a way to contact our people. I would suggest sooner than later, they will find a way to send a rescue party and they won't be nice about it. Your people will die if they come. This guy doesn't seem to understand how serious this is. They will descend upon this place like locusts and purge it of their enemies leaving no one alive." Cloud then spoke up. "I got a girl back home who will be looking for me. You people need to revisit your recruitment policies and scrap them and start over."

[Assistant]
"I don't want to know how special your nanites are, just.. keep them to yourself." Zack wondered whether this guy was from a town that was a lot more open about themselves than Zack was used to. The elf-girl must have been from there too, she was a worse flirt than Zack.

He pushed the thought of Rex's nanites and the elf's wandering hands and eyes to the back of his head when Agent J reappeared. He recalled the emblem as soon as Agent J produced the replica. He remembered pressing it with Kunsel and suddenly everything snapped into place. He clicked his fingers and bumped his hands together, "I remember now. So you're saying you're building like a hero group or something? Because I'm in!" He grinned and folded his arms across his chest, trying not to look proud that he had been chosen, "I'm just the guy for hero work, say the word and I'm ready." Especially if it meant protecting Midgar, he thought. He had made some good friends there and he would protect them with everything he had. Plus, it looked like there was a pretty good team around him so far. Rex had some awesome weaponry and the elf-lady was fierce enough to take on the whole of Wutai, so this was promising. "So is it just us? Or are there others too?" he asked, looking to Agent J. She seemed to be the one in charge here.

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Meta Knight enveloped his cloak around the lower portion of his body, obscuring most of him except for part of his mask. He looked up at the new arrivals, most notably the one person who had just greeted him and was wearing a suit.

Meta Knight: So, you are the one who brought me here?

[Assistant]
Cinix City, Sewer workshop

As skaven attempted to drag a particularly large piece of metal he remember something. Dropping the piece of metal he shouted "Shadow-things come here and build gate!" Skitterback shouted to what he perceived were the shadows are not noticing they are gone. Hobbling back over to what he consider his work bench to look over the very hastily drew blueprint to the skittergate.

The warlock-engineer looked over his plans. " Once shadow-things built-make gate. I THE GREAT AND MIGHTY SKITTERBACK! Shall a fixed the warp....stone." Skitterback looked around at his workshop the skaven came to a horrible realization. That is he lacked any sort of warpstone besides what he carried. With this knowledge the skaven let out a distress screech that sounded like the oversize rat screeching. It echoed through the sewer and even to the surface. After Skitterback calmed back down he reached to his belt and pulled out a bag. Opening the bag reviled it was full of powered warpstone. "This should help-help." The warlock-engineer proceed to start to snort some of the warpstone. he let the bag slip from his hands as he began to trip out. Trying to get a vision of what to do next.

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(Shower Area: Link, Rex and Zack) @Burning Kitty @FalkiThomas

"Woah! Hey, easy there!" J blurted out in response to Link's 'invitation'. "And for the last time, he is not my b- Ugh, I'm going to freaking murder you, M!"

That was when Rex decided to speak up. "So this is a parallel universe, right? Awesome! Is Ben here too?"

J cocked her head at the Hispanic teen. "I'm sorry, who?"

"A kid in a green jacket, has this cool watch that turns him into all sorts of aliens?"

"I uh, don't think so..."

"Aww, I was hoping we could meet up again."

"We'll... consider him if we find him," J told him as she nodded, before proceeding to answer Zack's question. "Oh, there most definitely are others. My partner is currently addressing them in some other part of the HQ, hopefully. In fact, I believe there's someone here you might know."

She thought back to the other sword-wielding spellcaster they had found as she said this, wondering how things were going back at the lab. The current group she was with seemed a little loopy, but she was glad that she was having a somewhat easy time with them. The two males were enthusiastic, and the elf girl, though arguably crossing the line with her flirting, still looked glad to be here. She could only hope that R was doing alright on his side.

"Well, we still have a few more things to sort out, so do have a look around in the meantime. Apart from the occasional hordes of rampaging monsters wreaking havoc out on the streets, Cinix City is a great place, I promise. There's a ton of stuff to do. Just one more thing, if you need us for anything, just do what you did with your emblems the first time, and it'll take you right back to our base. Are there any more questions as of now?"

---

(R&D Lab/Med-Bay: He-Man, She-Ra, Cloud and Meta Knight) @Metatrooper @Burning Kitty

R slapped his forehead at the vikings' words. "Argh, right! I'm sorry, way to much going on at the moment. Can you help them, Doc?"

Scarlet blinked a couple of times. "Wait, you promised them what?"

The agent leaned in closer and muttered to her, somewhat panicking again. "You... can do that, can you?"

"Yeah, sure..." she responded, rather hesitantly, before turning to Cloud and the viking couple. "Could I have your emblems for awhile? I'll see how I can help you, and yes, the agency totally screwed this one up, good point."

"Remind me, who's idea was this again?"

"The mayor, I believe. J agrees this is all his fault, you should to."

"Noted," replied R, before addressing the armored ball who had asked him a question. "Well technically, that was what brought you here."

He pointed to the emblem on Meta Knight's mask. "It's something we leave for promising individuals from worlds we have access to. Let me explain, you are currently in a different dimension. Upon discovering a way to cross over to different worlds, we developed this system to seek allies and enable people from across dimensions to communicate. Well, the system is still in development, apparently, but there is another reason why we've decided to do this. You see, any accessible world from Cinix City is possibly under threat, and that clearly includes yours."

[Assistant]
LINK

"I don't have an emblem. I think I destroyed mine with my sword. The boyfriend not being your boyfriend situation. If everyone thinks you are a couple, there is clearly something there you two must be in denial. Maybe you should explore it. Exploration is fun. Trust me. Great stress reliever too." She winked at J. "As for the hordes of rampaging monsters, point me in their direction and they will go home wishing they were never born. If they survive. All survivors will of course be missing at least one limb and of course be hunted down like the vermin they are." She was practically giddy at the thought.

HE-MAN, SHE-RA, CLOUD

"There was only one emblem in our castle. We blasted that thing to smithereens." Cloud checks his person. "Nope no emblem here. I may have broken it when I punched it. If Midgar is under threat I must contact them and ensure they know to prepare."

[User]
Raven

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The street had gone eerily silent after the people had fled to safety and the the shadow beast had been destroyed. Raven took a deep breath before standing to her feet, calming the panicked crowd had took more out of her then she realized. Raven turned to the sewer where she had saw the girl disappear down and was considering if she should follow, she was not a hero nor did she owe anything to anyone.

However, her thoughts on the matter came to an end as she felt the emotions of someone near by. Raven turns to where Luna is hiding and says without seeing her. "There is no need to hide, I will not harm you...my name is Raven."

Raven lowers her hood to reveal her dark purple hair and grey eyes. She wears a somber expression as she waits, though she feels weird being being surrounded by tall buildings and technology. She had been in her fathers realm surrounded by horror and misery for so long it was almost too peaceful.

A sudden inhuman screech breaks her out of her thoughts and lowers herself into a defensive position. "What was that!" Raven says showing a bit of emotion.

[Assistant]
Meta Knight: Under threat you say?

Meta Knight pondered for a moment about what the agent had just said, if what he was saying was true, then they had just opened Dreamland to threats from all around the multiverse, as if its own universal threats weren't deadly enough. In addition to that, they had also just abducted him from Dreamland, depriving it of its protector as well, and thus making Kirby and Dedede the only ones capable of protecting it. He said grimly to the agent:

Meta Knight: You should have never meddled with things beyond your understanding, now you've thrown everything into chaos and opened the multiverse to an immeasurable number of threats.


[System]
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Polish
Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen.

From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland.

For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased.

Username: Amulak al Acturus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 77 kg
Voice Pitching: -60
Decorations: None
Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.
HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 5
AGI – 10
END – 10
DEX – 5
LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

[User]
Lv. 9
HP: 150/230 SP: 180/200 MP: 30/30

(200) + 10% + 10

(200) + 0% + 0

(30) + 0% + 0

STR – 53
(41) + 15% + 5
 | AGI – 22
(20) + 10%
 | END – 23
(21) + 5%
 | DEX – 10
(10)
 | LUC – 10
(10)

Equipment:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR

With a guttural war cry, the ground around Mags turned to flattened sandstone and brackish water washed over her feet. This was her arena. It was her fight. This was her awakening. It would have been more poetic if it had occurred in the river, but the sudden enlightenment as a frog leapt at her was kino enough.

Maybe a tiger drop was a bit audacious to pull against the frog as it sailed through the air in an arc, froggy heel aimed at her skull.

She really didn't want to get hit by it. Lemons into lemonade and counter into different counter, Mags thought about it that way. If the frog was in the air, it couldn't reposition again. After all, it couldn't double jump, could it? Rather than dodging away or protecting herself with her arms, she moved into the storm and charged forward. Her body twisted, turning 180 degrees to ensure her body would accept the motion without breaking. Her hands were where her head once was, moving into the path of the kick as best as she could. The second the frog would hit her hands, she would clasp them around its foot and ankle as best she could. Use its own strength and speed against it as she would try to slam the frog into hard stone.

It was sink or swim. Well, stand or drown in a very small depth of water.

[Assistant]
HP: 34/160 | MP: 168/168 | SP: 146/176

---

And just like that. It was over.
He should have known better. If the frogman could dodge small fast moving projectiles, what chance did he have in landing a hit? But, for what little it mattered, he managed to buy his comrades a little bit more time. He wasn't sure what else happened afterwards. Everything turned white as his body impacted the ground with a dull thud. Raymond would have liked to say that he struggled to keep his consciousness and persistently defied the frogman, but that was contrary to fact. As soon as he hit the ground he was out like a light. His body went deathly still. One could have easily assumed that he had died then and there.

But after a few seconds after falling unconscious, the game threw him back into the fray of combat. Drilling his brain with a dizzying amount of pain. Far worse than when he was blow away by the fire punch earlier. He couldn't even scream properly as his injuries left him with his mouth agape. Locked in a soundless scream as a mixture of blood, saliva, mucus filling his nasal passages restricted his vocalizations to gurgles and violent coughing fits where he spat out the vile mixture onto the grass beneath him. With little else to do, he desparately reaches into his pouch to ingest more of the pain killing plant. Even risking an overdose just to stop the pain.

---

Username: Raime Braun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: None notable.
Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes.
=Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.=
HP – 160
[Determines how much damage you can take before death.]

MP – 160 + 5% = 168
[Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.]

SP – 160 + 10% = 176
[Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.]

STR – 10
[General physical strength.]

AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42
[Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.]

END – 12
[General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.]

DEX – 32 + 5% = 34
[General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.]

LUC – 10
[Affects item drop rates.]
Classes:
Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP | +10% SP | +10% AGI | +5% DEX]

* [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons.
* [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active.

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 100%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Money: 8 Silver Pieces

---

* Common Pouch
* Standard Bolts x ∞
* White Herbs x 4

---

[User]
Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa)
HP – 2(20)
MP – 3(30)
SP – 5(50)
STR – 10
AGI – 20
END – 5
DEX – 25
LUC – 10
Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone).
Uploaded Image
Username:Ari Reina Caladis
Race: Cat
Gender: Female
Height: 142cm
Weight: 40kg
Voice Pitching: -2
Decorations:
Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 20%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

---

Was there any reason for hesitation? Aside from dropping into a gunk filled sewage river and having her nose shrivel up and fall off her face?

Looking around, and noting the direction of where she came from, and the alignment of the drain, Ari used the few feet of rope she had to wedge the monkey's fist into a deformation on the sidewalk. With a confidence reserved only for the foolhardy, she didn't so much jump as turn around and pushed herself out from the edge, using the rope to hopefully swing into the opening.

[Assistant]
HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00

---

Lady of the Alabaster Scales? Lew stroked his chin as he thought of the ramifications of joining an in-game religion. He didn't think too much of it in the end, however. If this way of life should inhibit his time in the game, the easiest thing to do is to just not play it anymore. That said, there is one thing he needed to know before he joined this group in full...

"Lugh Dysphoria." Lew stated his in-game name aloud. "I must ask, though, before we begin... What does the Lady of the Alabaster Scales think about monstrous beings, those both near and far from human?"

In any case, Lew awaited the beginning of his training as well as any purchases he needed to make. A staff and possibly some sort of talisman would be ideal, although Lew wondered if talismans worked like ammunition. Would he only be able to buy a few single-use ones, or is it like Raymond's crossbow, capable of being utilized in a generic matter indefinitely?

[User]
HP – 200
MP – 250
SP – 50
STR – 15
AGI – 20
END – 20
DEX – 14
LUC – 18
Classes: Mage
Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual
Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:173/200 MP:214/250 SP: 50/50

Oh god, oh fuck, Raime just got annihilated. Ames and Klein got practically shoved out of the way, and now the frogman was coming for Amulak-

Oh, whew. Another superpower unlocked, and just in time to save his ass. Hopefully, Amulak would get his soon. But for now, he was content simply not getting his shit kicked in by a pissed-off bipedal frog. Really, he couldn't keep getting away with it.

Unfortunately, that meant the boss was now making a beeline straight for an already-injured Mags. Still, that gave him an idea. Internally bemoaning his lack of spells and variety at such a low level, Amulak pumped his Magic Bolt with Mana Control yet fucking again, aiming straight for the frogman's back and firing it off. If it got his attention, hopefully it'd result in some sort of aggro ping-pong as people kept continually assaulting the boss from behind from every direction. Or it'd just piss the boss AI off and train all the aggro onto Amulak himself. He didn't know how threat worked yet in this game, after all. But hell, he'd take the risk. Shit wasn't fun without going balls-deep in chances.


[System]
Appearance: img08.deviantart.net/03cf/i/2016/329/e..
Age: 25
Race: Imperial

Items and gear: Silver sword, steel dagger, mixed leather and steel armor pieces to get a medium armor set.

Abilities: She can cast flames, if that's okay. One-handed, lock picking, speech and destruction if flames is allowed.

Job: Helena runs the makeshift Helgen Inn, sheltering and feeding people for a very low cost, considering the city's condition.

Bio: Helena bought the Inn after everything was destroyed by the dragon. She loves meeting all of the adventurers and treats them with as much hospitality as she can, especially with such bad conditions. If someone isn't so friendly, however, Helena won't hesitate to fight.

[User] Valrona looked around at what was left of the great city of Helgen. The dragon had basically destroyed the poor town to the ground. That was about a week ago. She looked around as she nailed up another board down on the floor of her shop. She was to be soon finished repairing her shop back to working order. Yang walked up to her licking her cheek making her smile. "Good girl." She said smiling. Yang was her best friend and a damn good hunter. As she finished with the floor, she stood up and opened her shop door to look around the town square. She wondered what everyone else was doing to fix up the place. She knew that once more of the place was secure, she would gather people up to probably go on a quest. She hoped it would be sooner or later. She could feel herself starting to go stir crazy. Yang sat down in front of her looking around and sniffing the air. Yang has been a bit shook up ever since the attack. Valrona ran her hands in between her ears to help her relax.

[Assistant] Wolfgang Vestenheimer paid the builders from Falkreath the final amount of money that was owed for the construction of the new headquarters for his new holy order, which he made a mental note that he still needed to come up with a name for. Wolfgang turned to gaze at the building, it was a wood and stone building that was small compared to the churches in the main holds of skyrim or the monasteries of cyrodiil, but it was nonetheless an impressive sight considering what it was and also not to mention in comparison to the rather decimated landscape left by the dragon Alduin. Wolfgang pulled a silver flask off his belt and sprinkled some holy water around the outsides and as well as inside the building, ensuring its divine protection from the Gods.

[User]
The smell of freshly cut wood hit Ardashir's nostrils a moment before he saw a nordic lumberjack bring his axe down on another piece of wood. The argonian had just scored a kill in the woods of Falkreath and was on his way back to Helgen. The town which had been destroyed by Alduin was still recovering, the rebuilding going slowly as a result of the civil war and dragon attacks. It was good to see new construction, especially when it came to buildings which might attract pilgrims and other visitors. The more traffic Helgen got, the faster it would recover.

Careful not to step on any of the splinters which littered the ground, Ardashir carefully made his way past the holy site under construction. While some Argonians in this land used footwear, his tribe never bothered with it. Then again, this wasn't Black Marsh. The often-cold weather sometimes made him regret coming here, but he knew that he had no choice. It was warm enough for now, and he had to get this deer sold for its meat and hide. Then, he might have enough coins for an extra drink tonight, preferably by the fireplace of the town's inn.

[Assistant]
A week ago the dragon Alduin attacked Helgen, bringing death and destruction. The news of the return of the dragonkind, previously held to be fantasy creatures in tales, rippled swiftly through Skyrim. Felix, a young novice adventurer, packed his belongings and left Riverwood for Helgen immediately upon learning the event. The journey proved far more time-consuming than it should have been, with bandits, wolves and the temptation of treasure from caves dragging Felix behind.

When he finally arrived he found Helgen feebly recovering from the catastrophe, with the townspeople busy rebuilding their homes and shops. A female elf opened the door of a shop, which appeared to be an average general store just repaired. Felix decided to give it a try. He needed information, friends, materials, food and rest.

"Hi. Is this your shop?" He couldn't think of any novel way of starting a conversation, thus the dull question for the elf.

[User]
Casimer Demetrius-Kahn - Helgen

His exhaustion hung in the air, forming anew with each coughed up breath.

Perspiration clung to his skin despite the bitter chill; the stench permeated the air. But his swollen muscles still strained themselves to retrace the same arc, commencing each revision with a huff and ending with the distinct clatter of metal on metal. Too proud to have asked for help, his entire frame heaved with exertion at completion; tired hands dropped the hammer he'd guided with expert precision. He took a careful step back across the length of wood he stood on and examined his handiwork: it was a start. Having spent the largest part of the week since the attack re-establishing the wooden beams that had, at one stage, supported the non-existent roofing, he moved to reinforcing the construction with steel:

Whilst not an intended part of the initial design, Casimer had decided the times demanded it nonetheless. His house - no, his home - for the last quarter of a century had been decimated in the attack: the roof had collapsed beneath the intense weight of the beast, and with that the first floor had been wrecked; the interior, otherwise, had been gutted with fire. The walls, thank the gods, had been saved the devastation he had witnessed enacted on other buildings.

With slow, purposeful, painful movements, he descendant the ladder he had established to the ground floor. Beneath his feet was the entrance to his former basement-cum-storeroom, now basement-cum-storeroom-cum-entire living area; entrance covered with a reinforced steel trapdoor, as to deter thieves during a time when he had an actual business, it had been left unaffected by the attack. It was his home now - it had to be, or he would be left to sleep in the open air. But he stepped across that space, and to the door; drained beyond the capabilities to think, mind disorientated and lacking focus, he huffed down the fresh, Northern air, with the same sort of enthusiasm he might have afforded to a breath that was his last.

[Assistant] Cedus finished the last blade he'd need to sell to a store. It was a dagger, a beautiful thing. He would probably charge less than it was worth. His whole goal was to help the town. As soon as he got here, he'd found an anvil and got to work. Cedus admired the dagger before placing it in his pack. Satisfied, he walked into the inn and bought a night's stay.

[User] Jo'marash was walking through the woods on his way back to Helgen. He had been searching for new ingredients and was now on his way home to see what he could do with them. As he entered the gates he saw the beginnings of a new Helgen. He could hear to tools of the workers and the hammer of the blacksmith. A warrior from Cyrodil had built a big stone building and a local wood elf had opened a general store, and then he came to his own shop. A small wooden building that was far from finished, he didn't have the time to build it himself and he didn't have the coin to hire someone to do it for him. When he entered he was met by the pleasant (at least to him) smell of Khajiit cooking. He sat down at the table and started browsing through his books looking for info on the ingredients he had found.

[Assistant] Corinth whistles a tune as he heads into Helgen. He looks around and finds a spot perfect for farming. Setting down the handles of the wagon he drops his sack and starts rummaging through it. "I have that deed here somewhere... Aha! There it is." He pulls out a paper and reads it again. "One property deed for Helgen.. So long as we man guard house and make a farm... I can do that easily. Made them back home..." Putting the paper away, Corinth takes his greataxe and straps it to his back, then heads off to look at the inn to get some information on the newly rebuilding town.

[User] Valrona smiled as a male Nord walked up to her asking if this was her store. "Yes. Welcome to the Helgen General Store. Come on in. I am sure I have what you are looking for." She said as Yang sniffed him wagging her tail. "My name is Valrona and this is Yang." She said as she held the door open for him to show him the supplies she had. Along the walls there was shelves with different types of food, books, small weapons, arrows, and pretty much anything else someone could need.

[Assistant] Helena swept rubble off the porch of the mostly rebuilt Helgen Inn. The rooms were rebuilt, except a few holes that needed patching up. The ground had many burn marks and cracks. Other than these imperfections she was open and ready for business. A room was cheap, but she warned wanderers that her prices would go up when the city was rebuilt. People walking around the slightly repaired Helgen brought a smile to her face as she swept.

[User] Corinth walks up the woman in front of the inn. "Hello there, friend. I have been sent by Jarl Balgruff to aid in protection of the town. I was wondering what you could tell me of the place." He smiles, giving a wave. "The name is Corinth. Corinth Frozen-Hammer."

[Assistant]
Ardashir got a good price for the stag he had brought down, and sure enough, had sufficient coin to spare for an extra round at the inn. He went there, careful with his tail as he negotiated his way through the crowd. He smiled slightly, happy that Helgen once again had crowds at all.

He entered the inn and looked around, seeing if there was anyone he recognized.

[User]
"Hello, Corinth, my name is Helena and I own this inn," Helena introduced. She let the broom lean against the wall and held out her hand for a handshake. "This is Helgen. It was attacked by a dragon a week ago, during an execution. A group of us has gotten together to help rebuild the city to its former glory." She saw a new customer enter and decided it would be a good time to reenter the inn. "If you need a place to stay, my inn is very affordable, especially in the current conditions. Once the city is rebuilt, the prices will rise some, but rooms are a steal now." With that, Helena went back in to Her inn.

Helena found Ardashir and smiled at him, remembering him from his earlier rounds. "Sorry, we just have the basic ales for now," she reminded him, now standing behind the counter. As far as food went, the prices were about the same as any other inn.

[Assistant]
"Alright, Helen. Just one basic ale." He sighed, setting the coins down. Whiterun had a supply of fine argonian ale, but that was quite a walk from Helgen. He wasn't a fan of the roads in Skyrim. Too cold and hard on his scales. Not nearly warm, soft, or wet enough. Still, he gave a smile as she set the drink down on the counter.

"Thanks." He took a sip of the drink, and looked around the inn, hoping to find some new faces. His hunting could only take him so far. There were several ruins nearby, and he wanted to see what could be found in them.

[User] "No problem," Helena said and took the gold. She put it into a pouch attached to get waist, very close to the concealed dagger. Everything was running smoothly. The Helgen Inn currently only had six operating rooms, not all occupied, but the travellers that came through supplied good gold, even though she didn't have too much to offer. Many people wanted to see the damage the dragon had caused, so it was a good tourist attraction.


[System]
Age: 25

 Gender: Female

 Race: Naga (attempting to transition to another race through magical means)

 Class: Artificer

 Personality: Fieri Angharad is haughty and opinionated, and almost religiously believes in the superiority of magic over all other things. Fieri Angharad has spent decades working in a secluded university, away from all humanoid contact, and is exactly as desperate for affection as that implies. Beneath a thick veneer of contempt, Fieri Angharad is close to a child in terms of practical experience and romance. For some odd reason, Fieri "Diamond-Tail" Angharad insists that everyone refers to her by her full name, nickname and all. Thanks to a hostile environment outside of her birthplace and an inability to cope with it, Fieri is ashamed of her current state of being, and is seeking to change it as soon as possible. Due to this, Fieri gets flustered if her most prominent physical traits are exposed or accentuated.

 Fieri was born in the bustling town of Cartus Magnum, located in the western portion of the nation of Ithillin. Fieri's parents found work as porters and washerwomen in the prestigious university that largely encompassed the town's workings. Cartus Magnum University was a mage's college dedicated to teaching practical magic and hard sciences, and held a stable of fantastic teachers to facilitate this. People from across the continent came to the town almost exclusively to either work for or study in the university, and Fieri's family was no exception. Fieri's father was, rather controversially, a tenured Senior Wrangler, who very narrowly avoided being fired for an ill-advised fling with Fieri's mother, a migrant washerwoman. Unfortunately for both Fieri and her father, Fieri's mother abandoned the both of them almost as soon as she was born, moving on without even a word of warning. With no knowledge of how to raise a child and no wife to do it for him, Fieri's father did what he always did: let the university handle it. And so, Fieri's upbringing was brought entirely into the hands of the university's servants, professors, and students.

 Fieri spent almost the entirety of her life within the confines of the university. Educating the young Fieri was a pet project of most of the university's faculty, who found an unceasing audience in the cheerful naga. As Fieri grew, so did her wealth of knowledge. Mathematics, philosophy, theology, herbology, and artificing all opened their gates to Fieri. Thanks to her father's extensive connections with the university and Fieri's minor status as a staple of the university's live-in entertainment, Fieri was afforded the faculty's level best in education, for no charge-- after all, any money taken in for her education would go right back to her father.

 At the tender age of 18, a startling idea crossed Fieri-- she could be learning to have a job! Startled and mesmerized at the prospect of having to work to earn her daily bread, Fieri nervously opted to follow a career in artificing-- utilizing advanced magic to enchant mundane objects into powerful tools. The idea of making her job trivially easy without even needing to expend too much mana was immensely appealing to Fieri, and she threw herself into her studies with gusto. Fieri studied like a madwoman, egged on by her father, and very nearly graduated at the top of her class at the age of 24. With her magical potential unlocked through rigorous training and studying, and a bevy of spells and enchanted objects at her belt, Fieri... promptly attempted to return to her life of lazing about the university and looking smugly at the students. It was at that point that her father gently but firmly encouraged her to go find a job elsewhere, and politely informed her that, if she continued to stay at the university, she would be arrested and convicted for vagrancy. With no small amount of bitterness, Fieri moved out of the university, and set off into the world. Fieri now wanders aimlessly, searching for odd jobs and helpful servants.

 Equipment: Fieri Angharad is equipped with a variety of self-made magical tools. The weapons underneath are poor-quality, but the enchantments on them are made with love. Fieri's arsenal is as follows.
* Staff of the Diamond-Tail: a university-provided magical focus, that allows Fieri to store and release large amounts of mana. In effect, it is a battery, for intensive magical works. Thanks to the wonderful efforts of the university's engineers, this staff is also capable of drawing mana from ambient sources. In broad daylight or in the light of a full moon, the Staff of the Diamond-Tail regenerates mana very slowly. The staff is also quite sturdy and hurts to be hit with. It is currently filled with several days' worth of stored mana.
* Knife of Lacerations: A standard household bread knife, enchanted to unleash a blast of concussive force exactly the size of its blade on impact. It's useful against unarmored, unexpecting targets, but nearly worthless against armor.
* Bag of Holding: Fieri's thesis project. This is a simple leather satchel, enchanted to magically shrink down anything placed within it. Even thought it is about the size of a traveller's pack, its carrying capacity is about the size of a shipping crate.
* Mana Battery Kit: The mainstay of Fieri's repertoire, this is one of the only things that cannot be made by an artificer. With this advanced piece of magitechnology, one can handily replicate the effects of the university's staffs in a smaller and less powerful form. The kit takes any stone, metal nugget, or gemstone and fills it with mana. These mana-filled minerals can then be inserted into an artificed object to make them usable for non-mages. The more valuable and conductive the material used, the more mana the resulting battery can contain.

 Abilities: Fieri's magical powers are based around utilizing mana in its raw and pure form. These abilities are relatively expensive to use mana-wise, but can also draw from her staff's reserves.
* Mana Bolt: Fieri is capable of projecting a bolt of pure mana at her opponent. The bolt is relatively effective against uncovered flesh, and causes moderate to severe burns on contact. Against large amounts of mana, the bolt reacts violently and explosively.
* Miasma: Fieri is capable of venting large amounts of vaporized mana into the surrounding area at once. The mana, while not strictly toxic, is almost unbearably hot and temporarily interferes with any sources of magic. Prolonged exposure to Miasma results in severe nausea and disorientation. Fieri is not immune to the Miasma's effects.
* Artifice: The gross sum of Fieri's life and Fieri's true calling, this is what Fieri is best at. With a generous amount of mana, a targeted object, and some imagination, Fieri can enchant anything. The more valuable the object is, the easier it is to enchant. It takes half an hour to a day of concentrated work for an Artificing to be completed, and the resulting object must be charged with mana to function properly. What Fieri can enchant is limited only by her scientific knowledge and imagination-- if she can logically conceive of a way to make a ring capable of teleporting its wearer, Fieri can enchant one to do it. Researching and developing new enchantments takes time, mana, and plenty of test subjects. A list of enchantments Fieri currently knows follows.

	+ Emit Force/Absorb Force: Phenomenally simple, this enchantment is designed around converting mana into directed kinetic energy, either to work against incoming blows or amplify them.
	+ Emit/Absorb Heat: Exactly as simple, this enchantment is designed around emitting large amounts of heat or absorbing large amounts of it. With some more sophisticated supplementary enchantments, the weapon appears to emit flames or bolts of frost from it, though the effects are the same.
	+ Discharge/Absorb Mana: This enchantment is explicitly required on every Cartus Magnum Artificer's products, for safety reasons. Upon being discharged, the enchanted object immediately releases all stored mana in a single blast that, at higher levels, overloads other magical items and causes extreme burns. Upon its Absorb function being activated, the object briefly draws from any source of mana directly connected to it.
	+ Feather/Burden: A simple and efficient enchantment, used widely across the continent. When active, the enchantment actively lifts itself (or pushes itself down), making carrying heavy objects significantly easier. In most cases, Feather is attached to armor.
	+ Grow/Shrink: A strange branch of enchantment explored by few, the effects of these enchantments are directly tied to the current size of the object affecting it. When activated, anything touching the enchantment will be either shrunken or grown to a predetermined level. At the same time, both its volume and mass change, allowing for even heavy objects to be carried with ease.

[User] "Um... Miss Palayen... don't you think looking so angrily at everyone might drive them away?" the already pre-recruited nun wondered, continuing to sit beside the diminutive paladin and very carefully keeping hold of her drink. Unlike the alcohol-averse paladin, Sophia had no real dislike for it... not that she wanted to get inebriated before a mission, but it would have been unsightly to sit in here and not order something. Plus, unlike her more dangerous companion, the harpy really didn't like drinking milk. It was one of those things her people had absolutely no ability to procure naturally, after all.

[Assistant]
"Please, Lady Tanya," said the third occupant of the table. "Such behaviour will do little but draw the attention of unsavoury sorts!" he advised. He was tall, almost abnormally so, and his handsome face was framed by his longer-than-regulation hair. He had a small glass of a red liquid in front of him and had been sipping on it all eve. If he had earned the ire of his companions while doing so, well, he gave every indication that he didn't notice.

His name was Marc Ferrus, and he was also a Paladin. Armed with only his short sword and also out of his armor, he looked far more at ease here than his other paladin cohort did. Perhaps it was due to his gentle, easygoing nature. It wasn't hard to fit in with people. He had certainly made a lot of friends on the way here.

"Miss Sophia is right," Marc continued, nodding to their harpy friend. She was truly a noble ally in the fight for justice. "A gentle touch is required here. And perhaps a mite of shifty-ness." Did he really just say that? The honest, good natured Paladin who would never lie on his honour proposing something shifty? Well, he was standing up now, and moving towards the bar. Quiet words were exchanged between the barkeep man and the astonishingly tall paladin, before Marc turned to address the bar.

"Friends! We are embarking upon a great quest, but we have limited openings!" he boomed. "The first individuals we deem worthy for our quest will receive free drinks for the remainder of the eve! Truly a tempting offer, yes?"

That aught to get everyone's attention. Of course, all that talk about unsavoury sorts and Marc had forgotten it himself! Still, he'd see who rocked up.

[User]
Leander continued walking down the path, his staff making a small tapping sound every time he moved it further down the path. He was eager to find an inn, or at least some place with shelter, to stay the night. He had no interest in sleeping undefended, under only the night sky. As he walked, he eventually made his way to a tavern. Well, it was certainly better than the night sky. Leander grabbed his money bag and checked to see just how much he had left. Satisfied he had enough for a night's lodgings, he made his way inside.

Leander made his way past drunk adventurers and weary travelers to an empty seat at the counter. He was about to ask the bartender if a room was available when someone shouted something about the Prison-Castle. Normally, he would have ignored it. After all, it was usually a young fool who was lured in by the promise of treasure. What caught his attention this time, however, was that it was a paladin who spoke the invitation. Curious, he turned around to see who it was, and his eyes landed on a purple-haired woman of short stature.

Leander was rather curious as to why a paladin of all people would dare venture into the tomb of Mad King Haldric. After all, it was, quite literally, a collection of death traps and monsters. Plus, paladins weren't exactly known for being foolhardy. They must have some sort of mission. However, were they really so short staffed as to be forced to rely on the help of mercenaries? Or were the mercenaries merely cannon fodder? Either way, Leander was too curious to ignore this any longer.

Leander left his seat to approach the female paladin and her accomplice, as well as the other paladin who used a more... interesting method of recruitment for this mission of theirs. Leander had no interest in the alcoholic drinks, but perhaps he would join them anyway. "A paladin on a mission to the tomb of Mad King Haldric?" Leander asked Tanya. "I must admit, I am curious about this endeavor. Perhaps you will find it in your best interests to bring me along."

[Assistant]
Fieri Angharad looked up at the small, rotten palisade separating the supposed tomb of King Haldric the Eccentric, and undulated with anticipation. The tomb was uproariously popular, and many adventurers had visited it in the past. "The Breadwinner", they called it, thanks to its inexplicable supplies of meager wealth and self-replenishing supply of common foes to whet one's blade on. All it took to find the place was to line the palms of a nearby guard, forester, or farmer with copper. The path to it was very slightly overgrown, and the telltale depressions scattered along the path very clearly marked where previous bands of novice adventurers had rested.

With snakelike agility, Fieri wormed her way through one of the many holes in the palisade, and began the trek up the hill to the castle's ruined gates. All she knew of this place was that it was a reliable way to find easily-enchanted equipment, and that it was a favored haunt of the kind of person that would gladly leap headfirst into the wild blue yonder for nothing but some enchanted junk. The only hard part here, Tieri thought, is finding someone to do it. She thumbed the hilt of her enchanted knife, and slithered up to the castle's main gates. For better or worse, she'd find adventurers, and she would sell things to them.


[System]
Appearance: Valian is the shape of your average human male, barring his below average height. His hair is dark, and his complexion fair—but you are far less likely to notice any of this than you are his eyes, which are blue. That is to say, that he lacks sclera and his eyes are a solid, pale blue all throughout, barring his pupils—the lack of sclera marking them as prosthetics. If you catch him at a time when he isn't wearing his flight suit—a dark blue affair with a silver-colored alloy covering the seams at his neck, shoulders, and waist, and a helmet made of the same alloy—you'll doubtless notice that his right hand is mechanical. His sense of dress is ostentatious, consisting of a mix of purples and blues, including a dark blue waist-length mantle that he is rarely seen without. Occasionally, you'll catch a glimpse of his grey prosthetic legs at his ankles, as legwear meets footwear.

Race: Human-Cyborg

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Background: Valian had a normal childhood, as they go. His family was of modest means, but made more than well enough to get by. He was born in a settlement on the moon of a gas giant just as it was starting to really expand. His father was a contracted pilot, flying people and cargo that, while not important enough to be afforded their own personal shuttle, still needed to get around. Valian was well-educated growing up, and very sociable. Time passed, and eventually Valian grew to adulthood. Since he had spent all of his young life around pilots—his father and his father's cohorts, some of whom were fighter pilots—and spacecraft, he had more experience with them than most non-professionals. As such, it was only natural that he took up a job as a career pilot. Specifically, he signed on with the Starfire Company.

His father had run some more illicit flights, so Starfire's less "moral" jobs were not an issue for him. Over time, this brought him into personal conflict, and he developed what skills he has in combat by necessity. His skill as a pilot led to his continued survival, and no insignificant renown within the company. He stuck by the company even when the odd offer came to turn over to the side of a competitor, seeing it as good business to stick with his path. He didn't know how right he was.

When Valian was in his late twenties, an act of sabotage in a Starfire hangar severely damaged Valian's ship and grievously wounded him—costing him his right arm, his legs, and both of his eyes. Valian was not irreplaceable, but he had a few friends on the station's medical staff, so they began operation. He was outfitted with cybernetic replacements for what he had lost. While there were a few people at the corporate side of Starfire that threw a hissy-fit, he was seen as a beneficial enough asset to be worth the cost. His ship was ultimately unsalvageable, but he was able to pick up the tab on a new one without taking too big of a loan (which has since been paid off). He wouldn't be alive without the cybernetic work, and he remains staunchly loyal to Starfire because of it—now out of a sense of obligation rather then business sense.

Personality: If there's one thing that Valian has leaned in his time in this galaxy, it's that there is nobody more important than whoever has your back. He is loyal to a fault, and will stand by his comrades no matter what. That said, he is rather jaded. While it didn't have a specific inciting incident, he has lost the belief that there is such a thing as a "good cause." As he would put it, "While there are people who support a cause out of selflessness or idealism, there are just as many—if not more—who would persue it for their own selfish gain. There is no such thing as a virtuous cause; a cause is only as good as those who pursue it, and any cause will have plenty of pursuers in it for themselves and in it for the cause's sake." This, in turn, has made him apathetic towards the conflict between the Xenovian Empire and the Revolutionary Front. In truth, he sees the whole war as rather morbidly comical, due in no small part to his tendency to find the humor in most things.

Gear:
* One High-Powered Energy Rifle, capable of the sustained firing of multiple blasts, and continuous fire for short periods of time. (Model: Class-8 Jovian Powered Beam Rifle, manufactured by the Jovus Industries Arms Manufacturing Corporation)
* One Cybernetic Arm, capable of more precise movement than organic arms, though of somewhat lesser strength; Right side. Linked Directly into his nervous system, operated without computing technology. (Model: Class-12 Neural-Motive Prosthetic Arm, manufactured by the NMS Corporation)
* Two Cybernetic Legs, capable of more precise movement than organic legs, though of somewhat lesser strength. Linked Directly into his nervous system, operated without computing technology. (Model: Class-9 Neural-Motive Prosthetic Legs, manufactured by the NMS Corporation)
* Two Cybernetic Eyes, capable of seeing over longer distance in sharper detail and overlaying information in his vision, as in a typical HUD. Linked Directly into his nervous system, operated without computing technology. (Model: Class-23 Neural-Sensory Prosthetic Eyes, manufactured by the NMS Corporation)
* A Flight Suit, capable of protecting against radiation exposure and planet-reentry/launch forces when in ships which are ill-equipped to handle such forces on their own. Also capable of defending against individual blasts from most energy weapons—but all but useless against sustained/continuous energy fire, and completely useless against ballistic arms and other non-energy forms of weaponry. (Model: V-Type Kalstein Flight Suit (Blue-Silver), manufactured by the Kalstein-Rothera Corporation)

While not possessing the hold size of most other cargo ships, the Agile Variant of the MK-III Stellas Cargo Ship's lower mass and higher number of Rotation Control System (RCS) Thrusters give it a maneuverability and agility unmatched amongst its ilk. While it came with a pair of low-caliber ballistic repeating guns, Valian replaced them with High Energy Sustained Beam Generators—capable of producing a continuous beam indefinitely so long as the ship is powered—and added a medium caliber ballistic repeating gun just under the nose. Additionally, the ship came with standard shielding technology, which Valian has upgraded.

[User]
Jay had managed to get most of the fighters of his tail but one very persistent pirate kept chasing him, as he dodged it's weapons he saw Valian's ship and was about to contact him for assistance when a bolt hit the fighter behind him, he quickly found out it was Cy above them taking out fighters with his ships weapons. He was grateful for the assist of course but he silently wished that the team was a little more coordinated between them, they might be able to handle these pirates like this but fighting a more competent enemy such as XRF regulars, Imperial forces, or even the Illyrian armada might prove to much.

Regardless, with the fighter off of him he made for the anchors again with the intention of detaching the rest...or leaving one as John's message asked, though before he could, in a moment of terrible luck and timing he wound up between the Valis's ship and one of the fighters it was aiming at, the bolt went straight through his ship on it's way to it's target shorting most of his systems and sending him careening toward the pirate's cruiser, the effect wasn't as drastic as if he was the intended target and he got his forward shield powered back up before hitting the hull and breaking through. several pieces of debris and a few pirate crewmembers were vented out of the resulting hull breach before a secondary bulkhead closed to seal it.

Jay pulled himself up with a groan, grimacing at a pain in his side "just wonderful" he murmured, he tried contacting the others but found his comm unit was still dead. he sighed, pulled out his pistol and slowly climbed out of his fighter's cockpit, looking around for any of the pirates.

[Assistant]
The pirate standing near the doors of elevator didn't stand a chance as the blade of John's machete cut through him like a hot knife through butter. The trained mercenary knew exactly where to strike to avoid the resistance caused by the more solid parts of the body, specifically bone. There was barely any time for his fellow boarders to react as John raised his handgun and emptied an entire clip at the hostiles. Still, standing out in the open without any cover was not a good idea, even with his skill. The helmeted mercenary quickly took cover inside the elevator as bullets ricocheted through the blood-stained transport.

"Eat shrapnel you bastards!" John shouted before tossing a grenade and scattering the targets. His gun having been reloaded before throwing the frag from earlier, he emptied yet another clip as the explosion took out all but one of the remaining pirates in the vicinity. The last pirate, with no weapon except for a large knife, rushed towards the John while screaming with rage. Having no time to reload or reach for his other gun, the mercenary raised his own blade and threw it, embedding it into the skull of the target. "And that'll be my Thirty-Fifth pirate kill today. You're making this too easy," he said as he retrieved his machete.

The sound of footsteps traveling down a nearby anchor told John that the fight was far from over though. "Oh yay, more of 'em. Maybe I can plug this thing up with a pile of all their soon-to-be corpses."

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Jaydaar's ship crashing through the hull of the pirate's ship would not go unnoticed to the marauders, as five, heavily armed individuals rushed to the loud noise the lizard-like alien had caused. It would take a lot of skill to take them all out without triggering any further alarms, though an easier strategy might be to avoid confrontation in the first place and escape through the air ducts. The choice was up to him.

-=-=-

The 8 foot tall robot that the captain had ordered be brought onto the Babylon was quickly making its way from the cargo hold to the outer hull where the anchors would take it to its programmed target. The fleshy meat-sacks that were its owners did not stop the machine's advance as it crushed several of them on under its weight. The robot's head scraped against the ceiling as it went through the tube, creating small sparks, before emerging onto the Babylon's deck. "Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill," it repeated as the machine began to transform, revealing its hand to be a minigun as well as a rocket launcher on its shoulder, luckily empty of ammunition in the latter weapon.

[User] Jay cursed under his breath and went for cover as the 5 pirates approached his ship, peeking out from behind his cover he saw two were looking around the general area and the remaining three were picking over his ship, with only his shield and pistol it would be difficult to take them on without bringing more so he instead crawled further around behind some more debris, crates, and hull fragments and came across an air duct vent, with one of the pirates nearby he carefully tried to pry the grate off only for it to make a loud creak as it did causing Jay to grimace and freeze, he heard the pirate's footsteps getting closer and hide behind another piece of cover as the pirate investigated the vent. When he was close enough Jay leapt out and snapped the pirate's neck and dragged the body out of sight before his friends noticed. Jay picked up the pirate's Rifle and slung it on his back, scavenged what ammo he could from the body and ducked down into the vent.

[Assistant]
Valian couldn't help but laught hysterically at Cy's move. Taking out thirty damn ships at once. Now that's a fucking weapon. Then Jaydaar crashed into the pirate's ship. "Fuck!" He switched on his ship's radio. "Everyone, Jaydaar's been hit. He crashed into the pirate's mother-ship. It looked like his forward shields were working, so should still be alive. He'll probably need an evac, but anyone who tries to close in on that damn thing is probably going to get rushed by every ship they've got in the air. Cy, whatever the hell you just did, more of that would be really nice right about now." Valian altered his course. "I'll cut the rest of the anchors in the Babylon. When the boarders in there are cleaned up, another ship out here would help with that evac."

With so many pirates having been taken out by Cy's lightning storm, getting to the anchors wasn't too difficult. Valian took out another two pirate fighters on the way, and used his energy beams to cut another anchor. And then another. He was taking aim at the last when another pirate fighter came out of nowhere. Valian wheeled around to face it, only to find himself surprised. This one was visibly less shoddy than the others he'd been fighting. It looked like someone actually decently competent was behind it, instead of just another pirate. It dodged his fire with ease, and began circling to come at him again. Valian cut the final cable, barely dodging a shot from his new opponent. Looks like I'm in for a dogfight. Valian would be excited at the idea of a proper opponent, if Jaydaar weren't still in the lion's den. "I've cut the anchors on the Babylon, but one of these fuckers actually knows his shit. I think he's gonna have me tied down for a bit."