[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

[User]
Jazdia shrugged, then with her typical trained smile, she replied. "Distrustful? No... unless if you really have something to hide. But let's omit the tedium of scrutinizing the trustworthiness of all parties because we don't have all the time in the world right now, don't you agree?"

"This Guildmaster was responsible for the infiltration and the escape of the intruders. By providing an underground passage that leads to the catacomb, and to an extent, the memorial park where they almost had your Highness' neck. We believe there is more than just that, but that will depend on how good Fred's jailer is when it comes to extracting the information." There was a purple glint in Jazdia's blue eyes as she continued. "That is all I can afford to say."

[Assistant]
Kaito followed Jazdia and the others through the tunnels and corridors until they met their target. Some of the thugs tried to put up some resistance but those were quickly cleaned up. One familiar face even yielded before putting up a fight. The kitsune gave the coward a quick thumbs up as he passed him by.

The elf breached the final door with an explosive arrow and everyone stormed inside. Much to Kaito's surprise the guild master was quickly overpowered and taken into custody. Jazdia had slammed the man a few times into the wall and apart from a bit of verbal resistance, nothing happened. Was it really this easy?

The boss elf quickly barked her orders and directed the kitsune to check the documents on the floor. The fox piled them all up and started to scan through them one by one looking for any evidence that would tie the Black Serpent guild to the assasination attempt on the king. However he didn't get far before a somewhat expected guest broke his concentration with his rather unique entrance and demanding voice.

Kaito looked up from his pile of documents and stared rather annoyed at the golem. "Hey Iron man. I don't know who you are or what you want but please zip it till we're done with our work here and out savely. I prefer to spend as little time in Geralds murder dungeon as possible so keep it down until I've fininish going through his paperwork. Thank you."

The kitsune didn't wait for the golem's answer and simply hoped that he would shut his mouth till the point that they were safe. After that he could stir up as much trouble as he wanted but the fox didn't feel anything for spending unnecessary time in the Black Serpents guild headquarters.

Quickly Kaito continued with his quest to find anything that could like the guild with the assasination attempt. There were documents with all kinds of shady and illegal stuff in the pile but the first few contained nothing he was looking for. The first thing of note were procurement letters of various contraband items. All the names on the letters appeared to be alliasses and some of them were rather interesting. Another item of note was a receipt for a shipment of sulfur. One of the main ingredients for making smoke bombs.

The fox quickly put those aside and continued to scour through the pile of paperwork. Most of the documents were unrelated to the assasination incident. However after a while another item caught Kaito's attention. It was a detailed map of Rascade. Allone it would not be that noteworthy but underneath it was a second piece of semi-transparent paper that could be folded over the rascade map. Once that was done it provided an overlay of what appeared to be an underground tunnel system and its location relative to Rascade.

Continuing his search the Kitsune finally stumbled upon a ledger containing a vast number of financial transactions. There wasn't enough time to go through it in detail but it was interesting enough to add it to the documents he had filtered out. From what Kaito had found it was clear that the Black Serpent Guild had the items in stock that had been used during the assasination attempt and was aware of the existence of the complex tunnel system beneath Rascade.

Kaito quickly placed all the documents he found in a leather bag and walked up to the elf. "Jaz, based on the documents I found the Black Serpents Guild certainly had the items and intricate knowledge of the underground tunnel systems required for the assasination attempt. I think we got enough and should make our exit."

[User]
"Jaz, based on the documents I found the Black Serpents Guild certainly had the items and intricate knowledge of the underground tunnel systems required for the assasination attempt. I think we got enough and should make our exit."

"Very well!" Jazdia checked the findings, intrigued by the map, but felt the evidence was somewhat lacking. Scanning the room for one last time. She found a container buried in the wall, and there was a thread from it to Gerrald's desk, straight into one of the drawers.

Heating up her blade to an amethyst hue, Jazdia walked toward a painting that seemed out of the place (seriously who would have hung a painting of a green meadow in an underground bunker?) and toppled it aside, revealing a metal container with locking mechanism. With two quick slashes, the door fell, and there she found assortments of scrolls, a copy of that map, and a small book, a journal.

Quickly she skimmed the scrolls. Those were neatly written letters with the name of the sender omitted. Several of it was vague, but the newest ones discussed the catacombs escape tunnel and how his Jormungand had found and connected the tunnel with their own system. Another letter describing agents that need to be guided throughout the system. No dates were specified.

She glanced at the head-sacked Gerrald before securing that extra evidence into her leather bag. "Let's go."

Jazdia led the team with Kaito following from behind. Behind the Fox Youkai were Yvonne and Chonan, guarding their prisoner who kept mumbling something incoherent. He shook his head and wagged his ashen ponytail "It's itchy! Take it off or you will regret this!"

Deciding to not regret anything, the party moved in haste as planned, Jazdia told them they will take the left tunnel that leads to the catacombs. The opposition should be less crowded on that route.

They finally arrived at the canal-hall. But something was amiss. There were soldiers, some with navy uniforms storming from the right tunnel. There were twelve of them and the last one that emerged from that dark tunnel was a familiar face.

"Soldier, halt!"

Two soldiers who had crossed the bridge took their position close to the bridge, while two others flanked Jazdia. There were many scenarios playing in her mind right now and at some point. the elf's thoughts raced to Henri but did not make eye contact with that golem man.

"Mr. Delving... Why am I not surprised? I suppose Mr. Tutor informed you about our investigation and thus here you are, moved by goodwill and a sense of duty to give this humble troupe of investigators a helping hand?"

Standing menacingly with both hands on his waist, the Constable glanced at their Plus One with clear contempt. "It doesn't matter." he rasped, his voice causing the guild master to straighten up his posture in an unknown zeal. "I see that you have done a great service to the Crown and Rascade. But I will take it from here. Miss Jazdia, please hand over that man to us. We will take care of him."

"Oh, we can bring him together just fine, you know. Our boss is just a few dozen meters above. We can present our findings together. Don't you agree?"

"No, I don't think it can be arranged."

One of the flanking soldiers approached Jazdia, but the elf signaled him to not take any step closer. "Why not, Mr. Constables? What makes you think this man is so important you have to secure him right here and right now?"

Aaron Delving's frown was clearly visible even in this dimmed hall. "Back to you. Why are you insisting on making this difficult?! Goodness, I don't believe it! One seal and you think you are above me, who have served the king for years and did all of his biddings exceptionally! I am the Chief Constable, it is my job to present this... this traitor to the king himself. Not people with unknown qualities like you lots. Though, I admit your capability, so come! Hand over the man."

Jazdia sighed and then suppressed the urge to rub her nose. There was a foul stench permeated in the air, stinkier than the sewer water below, she activated her eyes. Some of Gerrald's men had been reassembled in many checkpoints, and some had already made their way inside the tunnel and joined forces with the remaining soldiers.

"Ah, so that's how it is." She mumbled. Oh well, look at how smug Gerrald was behind that burlap! so this encounter was planned.
"What are you saying? Time is up. Give him up or we will take him by force, your call."

With a ragged smile, Jazdia looked back and said: "You heard that."

Everyone looked at her in confusion, but the Samurai released him anyway. The flanking soldier grabbed Gerrald's shoulder and removed the sack, leering intensely at Jazdia as they passed. "See you later bitch!"

Waiting at the other side of the bridge was Delving, like a disappointed father fetching a troubled son. Jazdia kept her cool, while the rest of her team looks disgusted by the travesty displayed. Nobody knew what she was thinking, not even herself.

"I am immensely grateful for your cooperation." He said and it seemed to be the only word he said without any hint of exasperation. The constable raised his hand. At the right side of the tunnel, lined four members of the navy. He, as their commander smugly proclaimed. "But I can't let you leave."

The weapon that was perceived as a spear turned out to be a long musket, and they were starting to take their aim.

So did Jazdia.

At that moment there was a twang of bowstring: an arrow whistled in the air and pierced the guild master from the back. He gasped, reaching his chest where a glowing, crystalized steel made its exit and stuck out. As Gerrald collapsed, a voice rang! "Kill them all!"

Followed by a small tremor... but nobody knew where it came from. A skirmish had begun, and Jazdia quickly leaped toward the stone pillar to her left. Her eyes activated, and as she saw four more men rushing from the bridge, she blinked, and an explosion followed.

That small bridge collapsed, and their poor prisoner launched mid-air before landing with a thud at the edge of the south floor.


[System]
Username: Vongola_Hasayo
Age: 14

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: Italy/Japan

Role: Soon-to-be Vongola XI

Flame: Sky

Weapon/Fighting Style:

Appearance:

Personality: In some ways Luca is similar his predecessor in middle school and in others they are complete opposites. Luca isn't the most socially adept, spending a lot of time by himself in the schools music room or his own at home. He's not as poor a student as Tsuna was but he's not making the honor roll anytime soon. His confidence is lacking and he has a fear of leadership that rivals that of Tsuna's fear of Reborn. Their similarities aren't all negative though. Despite all his short comings Luca has incredible perseverance. His confidence may be lacking but that doesn't mean he won't try and give everything he can. He has a good-heart and wouldn't wish harm upon others. At the same time he doesn't like to see others get hurt. That's were the similarities end.

Luca is a much more reckless and impulsive person, throwing himself in the middle of trouble. Though somewhat timid he can be quite the hothead around certain people. More over his aggression towards those he sees as enemies and scum comes as an intimidating glare that only targets them and only reassures the people he cares about. He's not as forgiving as Tsuna but given time he'll come around. While he's never quite sure if he can do something it never stops him from giving his all. There are only two things Luca refuses to do though: try to lead and play the piano inn front of others.

Luca can be somewhat oblivious but her it's actually very sensitive to the hidden feelings in a person's heart. In the end though he might try and keep his distance his warm and inviting air is ever present revealing his own true feelings in the moment.

History: Luca was born in a small town in Italy known as Trespiano to Katsuo and Felicita Yuuki.

Other: Luca is a talented pianist and enjoys writing music though he'll never perform in front of anyone.

[User]
This was going to be a long endeavor. Luca was being smothered by customers, a lot of whom were older women wanting to pinch his cheeks. If this keeps up I'll end up looking like a bloodhound... Out of the corner of his eye he could see the president's clear delight in the success of her well crafted plan. She truly was a cunning and frightening person.

"Hmhm~" With a slight chuckle the shorter off the two figures stood atop Namimori Shrine continued to observe the young heir. "Sawada chose a rather familiar successor." He said, watching Luca fumble around between serving customers and having his face assaulted. "What do you think? He'll be your responsibility very soon." He asked his companion.

After a some time business finally settle down leaving Luca to sink down under the booth exhausted. He rubbed his face trying to find any remaining sense of feeling. "Well, on the bright side this'll make fighting Taiga a little easier..." Muttered Luca with a sigh. "As long as you win I won't tell you're mother that you're out picking fights~" Luca stood up to look up at his smirking father, Katsuo Yuuki. "Then again she probably already knows." Luca smiled sheepishly. "Yeah...so, you want to buy a rice ball or a banana?" Katsuo shook his head. "I'm sure your mother is eating enough snacks for the both of us. I just wanted to check up on you. You seem to be having fun." He said looking around the booth, his eyes lingering on the customer in the fox mask. "I guess so. I'm kinda glad you guys made me come." Luca said bringing his father back to their conversation. Katsuo smiled as his son looked back at Yuki who also forced him to attend the festival. Luca quickly turned back to his father before he could remark on his and Yuki's relationship. "Good. You should let yourself have fun more often." Katsuo ruffled Luca's blonde hair and though he was smiling there was a melancholy undertone to his words and Luca's dodgy chuckle. "Alright, enjoy the rest of the festival..." With a glance at the shrine he turned walk away, Luca noticing worry hidden behind his father's eyes. "And be careful out there." Katsuo added as he left the booth.

Luca's gaze was drawn from his father as he felt someone else's on him. He glanced at the masked customer from his peripheral before being startled by Hidaeki's question. "Huh? Sorry senpai, I got a little distracted. Actually, she didn't have to do much. I owe her a few-actually a lot of favors. Hehe..." Luca chuckled nervously in in the upperclassman's presence.

[Assistant]
Yuki gave a small pout as the pair seemed to dislike her little attempt at humor, it turns out it was harder than it looked but thankfully a customer soon caught everyone's attention. Going back to making rice balls she slowed down for a moment as she noticed she had already used 1/3 of the ingredients so the guys order was pretty much ready, but it was a little delayed due to the mask switching.

"As long as you win I won't tell you're mother that you're out picking fights~"

The voice drew Yuki's attention and as she had guessed it was Luca's farther, who was rather cool looking she had to admit. She gave a small lazy wave as he looked over to her for a moment before Luca made sure to change the subject to other things, they did not concern her so she looked back to her work... Which had gotten a little out of control as despite not looking she had used up yet another 1/3 of the ingredients and not there was a small mountain of rice balls beside her that threatened to topple over if it had not been so perfectly stacked. "I think I am done" She said to pretty much everyone in the booth with her, her gaze staring up to tower of rice balls as if it was a great work of art of some kind.

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Meanwhile a strange figure wondered through the many stalls, a candy apple held tightly in her hand as she used fanged teeth to bite into it, a almost blissful smile coming over her that her tail almost wagged from its hiding place within her kimono. "Mmm, shame that we could not leave all this until after the festival~ " Another bite "But rules are rules. Now, where is he?"

[User]
Asuka smiled and took the mask before handing the young man her's. "Thank you good sir. Though it is a shame someone like you is hiding their face like that. Even if you would draw much attention." She could recognize him of course, even if she didn't openly say it. He knowledge of people extended much farther than the school. Possibly because of her mother's former position. A powerful woman aiming to take down the local yakuza. Still, that was long ago. She smiled and placed the fox mask on her head, before hearing Hideaki. "Heh~ As if he could ever be so lucky." She teased him, knowing she would hit a nerve. Would he keep up the charade under these circumstances.

With that she stopped to continue selling before Hideaki brought some more rice balls. "Ah~ Thank you Hide-chan" She added with a sly grin as she took the rice balls. She was calm, though now Luca seemed to be conversing with his father. A rather quick display ending with his father beginning to walk away. "Wait!" She called out. "Please buy something." She said the fox mask placed casually in a diagonal position on the upper left part of her head, a somewhat sad look with puppy eyes displayed. "If not for you, for someone else. We have to make as much as possible after all."

Asuka hoped to get favorable results, though Yuki chimed in saying she was done. "Luca. Take a break and relax with yuki. She deserves a bit of your time." The female Student Council president whispered, her gaze still fixed on the young boys father.

[Assistant]
After the exchange of masks were complete, the male's face was quickly concealed once more, with an adorable cat mask this time. The last words that were offered to him, "Even if you would draw much attention.", slightly piqued his interest. What did this maiden mean by that? Could she have known who he was after all? No matter, since the raven haired female had not done any action or said anything further to prove his point. The young heir simply nodded as a response to her 'Thank you' and left the booth with a box of rice balls on hand. A few passerby glanced at him again, but not as often as earlier, due to how it seemed slightly off for a man to be wearing such a cute mask.

The target was finally spotted, and seemed to be in a fine condition so far. But he was never to let his guard down, it would not be as surprising in the underground world of mafia to attempt at murder within a minute or even seconds, if the damage was fatal. He hurried away to one of his subordinates who were standing around behind one of the booths and handed over the box of rice balls. ".... Distribute them among the famished men. I shall survey the target." The bulky man uttered a phrase of appreciation and obediently bowed before Ren paced back into the crowds on the street, keeping his eyes at the blond boy at a distance.

Will a third party truly strike at him in such a populated area? There were numerous people from left to right on the streets, not to mention how the boss candidate was in an enclosed booth at the moment. Though Ren did not know if there truly was a third party in the vicinity to begin with, but it was his sworn duty as a Varia and an ally of the Vongola to watch over the boy's safety.

[User]
'That cunning bitch-fox. I see what shrewd plan she's trying to put into action now. She's starting them off early to accumulate debt in order to place them in effective slavery! Hmm... How to warn these poor misguided fools...'

Hideaki nodded towards the younger student. "I understand," he said, looking for a moment almost like an old wiseman as he spoke, "Make sure you get rid of all of that debt in a timely fashion though, or you'll regret it." He looked over to the class president in question, who was allowing the two underclassment to depart and go about the festival at their own leisure. "..." Was it some sort of trap? Who knew? Either way...

...Mission accomplished? Mission accomplished.

Hideaki nodded to himself in satisfaction. His good deed of the day was complete, and he was basically 'done' all of his duties at this stand, so he had little else to do. Of course, he'd have to get that class president back for calling him 'Hide-chan' and implying that she was out of his league (though that was true, except that his league was the higher one in this case), but that could wait for later. He was good at playing the long game after all. "I'm done too, Argento-chan," he informed, "Have fun with the stand."

[Assistant]
"Distribute them among famished men. I shall survey the target"   "Target?"  Naoki watched the two men from behind a wall as the other man ran, Naoki scaled the wall following the man who just stood there in the crowd watching some normal people. "What could he be doing?"  Naoki had ideas running through his mind he didn't like it, it hurt his head. Naoki wasn't sure to approach him or just get some food so he did both. He walked to the stands his tummy rumbling  "One no, two chocolate bananas please"  Naoki gave the man a quick 'Thank you' and ran back looking for the man in the crowd. Sadly He lost the man Naoki was shocked and jumped on top of a wall shouting for the man very stupidly.  "Hello, Man in crowd!"  Naoki Sat on the wall arms around knees with a sad annoyed face.

Naoki jumped off the wall and finished his chocolate bananas. He was ready to go and find another nice stand when he seen the man, he ran as fast as he could and poked the man on the shoulder.  "Who or what is the target?"  he said with a confused face.

[User]
Samael | Summer Festival

"My, Japanese festival food, not sold in stores normally, this is a rare opportunity for me", he would say as he sat upon a bench literally filled to the brim with food he had bought himself, the Vongola family funded his stay here, he had no idea why, only higher priority members would ever get this monetary treatment, he only remembered 'something something Guardian something'. Oh well. Yakisoba, okinomiyaki, candied apples, chocolate banana, takoyaki, taiyaki, the variations available of the aforementioned, and oolong tea were seated beside him. He wasn't consuming this at a fast rate, if anything he was really taking his sweet sweet time, eating while observing the passers-by. Yukata, summer kimono designed to be light and thin, there was a tantalizing myth behind the lack of undergarments when a woman wore them. Fascinating. The sexual culture of Japan was far more liberal, or seemed to be, than that of the UK. Not to mention their transport systems, marvellous, though King's Cross was less confusing than Japanese rail networks, though Japanese were far more punctual. He's only been here for a week, and he is really enjoying his stay here. He did get a message today though...

"So I am to locate a... Luca Yuuki...", he muttered to himself. The job was protection. He had no idea why, and honestly, things seemed to be quite lax anyways, so he didn't feel any urgency. As far as he's read the kid is as normal as they come... Oh wait. Vongola... Oooohh...

"Oh... So that's why I'm here... Oh well", Sam was quite content to just continue consuming the food he had purchased.

[Assistant]
Luca chuckled awkwardly listening to Hideaki's advice. "Sh-She's not that bad..." It was strange. Talking to the archery captain was unnerving. Luca couldn't tell one way or another what he was thinking and his and Asuka's friendly act was hardly convincing. "Luca. Take a break and relax with Yuki. She deserves a bit of your time." Luca looked over his face reddening slightly due to the president's phrasing. "R-Right. See senpai, she's not unreasonable. U-Um...I guess we should get going..." The young blonde trotted past Hideaki and over to Yuki. Stopped by Asuka's sales pitch, Luca's looked back and smiled. "You're a persistent young woman. Don't worry I'll circle back around if I get famished or if my wife starts to insist on a chocolate banana. Katsuo continued on his way, calling back to Asuka. "My son can be a bit of a handful. Keep him in line for me will ya? And Luca...don't get carried away with your companion there~" With that Luca's father slipped away into the crowd leaving his son red as one of the lanterns handing around the festival.

"A-Anyway, what do you want to do? You're the one who really wanted to come Yuki, so we'll do what you want..." Luca said scratching his cheek.


[System]
Welp, that took me almost a week longer than I would've liked, but it felt pretty nice to put in the effort to come up with it. Tell me if you find anything wrong with it.
Species: Ralts

Gender: Female

Moves:
 Confusion
 Teleport
 Disarming Voice
 Lucky Chant

Bio:
 Rebecca and her brother Leon were born princess and prince into a small yet proud kingdom. It wasn't all that impressive, in retrospect, and they were always butting heads with another similar group of Gothitelle for one excuse or another, but they both had a happy family, which was really all that mattered to them.
 Of course, that only lasted for a good nine years before their mother started showing signs of a terminal illness, likely due to some form of poison. While Leon and their father went to search for a cure, Rebecca elected to stay by her mother's side until the end. The conversations held between the young Ralts and her mother would come to shape the life of the former, as the frail queen would make sure to stress the importance of following the heart to what she saw as a creative and passionate young mind. After a week, the queen had passed on, leaving the family to find their own ways of moving on.
 True to form, Rebecca later began to develop quite the enthusiasm for expression, mainly drawing and reading, while Leon became withdrawn in the pursuit of growing stronger. After she'd sketched just about everything she found worth sketching in her home, she decided to venture outside, to ruins that had long since been declared off-limits to her and most of the kingdom. All the more reason why it would be a fun little adventure, right?
 The dark, cold steel corridors were unlike anything Rebecca had ever seen or heard of. It's atmosphere both frightened and tantalized her, and as she traversed deeper into the derelict facility, she noticed the slightest traces of life, from lights turning on and off to the occasional voice over the loudspeakers. When she had gotten the nerve to speak to the apparition, it introduced itself as being little more than "A Ghost in the Shell." Rebecca thought that name was kind of stupid, and persuaded it to let her call it Ergo. Ergo led her through the halls, to a room he described being "like a library, but cooler." The machines in the room were run down, and though Ergo himself couldn't fix it due to being incorporeal, but he eventually managed to guide Rebecca into fixing the ones that mattered, as well as how to use them.
 The worlds presented beyond the screen was beyond amazing to Rebecca. Though she couldn't stay there forever, she would come back to visit the Rotom whenever she thought she could get away with it, always amazed by the stories,adventures, and emotions that would lay in store for her. Eventually, all this did was strengthen her own wanderlust, inspiring her to find something to fill the hole in her heart that had been widening since her mother's passing. Leaving a note at home that explained her true feelings, she left home with little more than some art supplies and her favorite scarf.

Appearance:
 Nearly identical to that of a normal Ralts, with the exception of her bright blue eyes hidden behind her hair. She commonly wears a crimson scarf. A parting gift from her mother, she asserts that it has some sort of mystical effect on how cool she is, but these claims are dubious at best.

Differences:
 Rebecca, like all female members of her line, can learn Moonlight. This version can be used on other party members in addition to herself.

[User]
As Celes saw what was happening, she looked worried a bit, seeing how strong the guildmaster was and took those attacks easily. This was not going to be easy, that is for sure. She looked at the guildmaster, before seeing Spruce use leach seed on him. Leach seed... she understood what his plan was here. We could not just go and attack head on, so we needed to instead try to weaken him and possibly use status moves. Now here was the problem for her: Moonblast would not do much except maybe lower his special attack, Shadow Ball could not be used at all and hidden power was not going to do the trick. She though about it a bit... and decided the best course of action here was to try to possibly entangle him. How though was another issue. The only way she could see was to use her light chains.. so that was what she tried to do, trying to use them not for damage and hitting him hard, but instead wrap them around the guildmaster's hands and feet's right now and try to force them down to the ground a bit, aiming to either make him slower or even preferably flinch him, depending on if that move had anything that could be done here.

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As the hug continued a bit, Eralion felt better about this, seeing Tini and smiling at him.
"Eh... miss you guys too. Anyway.. " he says before listening what Bonnie had to say. He though about it a bit.
"Unless we end up with lot of rope and some kind of spear that could be used... cause I could try to throw something over the chasm..but it would be risky... and I know we can't just fly there." he says before hearing something come forwards. He looked worried right now cause Bonnie was healing. He moved forwards to get in front, counter ready right there.
"Whoever you are... you best not try to attack." he then said, confident about this. If a physical hit was going to arrive, then at least he would be ready to take it on and then make that guy pay the price for his attack.. if it was not physical, then he might have a little issue.

[Assistant]
It isn't long before I come to a crossroads at what seems to be the edge of the town. A large hill stands to my left, with a giant Wigglytuff-shaped tent sitting on top. As I climb the stairs, I wonder how this place will compare to Denise's Guild. The exterior of her building was intimidating enough, in stark contrast to this giant pink tent. On the other hand, just knowing that this is a guild frightens me. What if they laugh at my request for help? It was pretty stupid of me to leave my bag there like that...

 I soon reach the top and stand in front of the building. Shadows from two large torches dance across the guild's eyes, giving it a menacing look. Presumably, I have to stand on the grate to be admitted entrance. I carefully shift my weight onto the sticks of bamboo, then wait for a moment. The only sound from the tunnels below is the faint dripping of water. The bottom is just barely visible, though nobody seems to be there. That's strange... I thought this would be a pretty regimented place. It is a guild, after all...

 Seeing as it is an emergency, I step off the sentry grate and walk through the tent opening. The floor of the first room is made of dirt, with various plants scattered around the edges of the walls. A sign stands to my left with some sort of list written on it. "One, don't shirk work. Two, run away and pay... Three, smiles go for miles..." I read out from it. "Maybe it's more of a motto than a list.." I grab onto the ladder in the center of the room, and begin climbing down. Soon, I can hear angry shouting emanating from the room below me.
 "HEY! That's MY apple!" one voice yells.
 "Why!? Just because you saw it first?" another shouts back.
 "By golly, guys..." a quieter third voice chimes in, "Can't we just-"
 "NO!"

 The arguing continues as I cautiously proceed down the ladder with my back turned to the room. It makes me anxious not knowing what's going on behind me, but I'd fall off if I tried to turn around while climbing. I half expect an attack to hit me from behind. Once I feel the ground beneath my feet again, I turn around to see a Bidoof flying through the air towards me. I sidestep just in time to avoid him as he hits the ladder. "Owww..." he groans, before yelping in surprise when he notices a Gible standing over him. Without a word he scrambles up the ladder to escape. On the other side of the room is a group of Pokemon in a heated argument, with a Sunflora and Loudred in the middle of it. From the room down the next ladder, I hear what sounds like more yelling and something shattering. That Kecleon really wasn't messing around when he said they have a situation here... Not wanting to get caught up in the chaos, I hastily climb back up the ladder. Clearly, this guild isn't in any position to help me find the thief.

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[Josh]
 Right when it looked like Anthony was about to take several Ice Beams at once, a newcomer jumped in to save him. Josh had seen the Kadabra before. They had a scuffle with him on the peak of Mt. Dragoncoil, though he denied that this ever happened. As much as Josh wanted to question him, they didn't have time for that. They were in the middle of a fight, after all. They could find out who he was after they were done with Kyurem. For now, he continued to do what he'd been doing all along: lobbing Sludge Bombs into the crowd of Pokemon and staying back so he wouldn't get hit.

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[Dexter]
 "The fuck happened to 'don't use fire'?" Dexter growled. Unfortunately, trying to talk caused his grip on the Guildmaster to loosen, and he escaped from Dexter's jaws. As annoyed as he was, it did seem like burning the Guildmaster would be the best option. Leech Seed appeared to be doing a lot more than their regular attacks were, after all. Instead of using Ember, though, he tried something else. He charged forwards, forming a ring of fire around himself as he went. This attack seemed to have more power behind it than Ember, and it was much more satisfying to physically hit his target instead of just blowing flames at them. He slammed into the Guildmaster, hoping that his newly-aquired Flame Wheel would cause a burn.

[Assistant]
I reached the top of the ladder out of breath. Despite now being outside, the shouting inside only seemed to get louder. I wonder how it all got so out of control. Does the Exploration Team Federation know about this place? I started walking down the stairs, still thinking about the condition of that guild. On the other hand, I guess I shouldn't think too harshly of them. Something horrible must have happened to turn the guild members on one another like that... I reached the crossroads and stopped. The Bidoof from earlier was walking down the path in front of me. Considering how the other guild members were acting, it would probably be best to keep my distance from him. To my right was the town where my bag had been stolen. If the thief knew what they were doing, they would have already left the scene of the crime. My only other option was the left road, leading to the place called Allure Town. It's strange how they refer to these places as separate towns. Even so close to each other, they're still not nearly as big as Scale City.

 If I were the thief, I'd probably go there. It was just far enough from where my bag was stolen, but also had crowds to hide in. Maybe there's even another guild over there! As I walked into Allure Town, I noticed how similar its architecture was to Treasure Town. I might have even mistaken it for the same place if I hadn't known better! Still, what these towns lacked in size they made up for in variety. It was refreshing to see a place where no two buildings looked the same. I continued walking until I noticed a Zweilous running a store nearby. Even though I didn't know them, the sight of another dragon type was comforting somehow.

 "Hey!" A voice shouted from behind me. I turned around and saw a Wurmple trying to catch up to me. "Heeeeey!" He shouted again, apparently oblivious that I heard him the first time. He soon reached me out of breath and stood hunched over with his eyes closed. An explorer's bag heavy with items was draped around him, perhaps explaining his difficulty.
 "Are you okay?" I asked as he tried to catch his breath, "Who are you?" The second question came out a bit more defensively than I intended, but I had no reason to trust this Pokémon.
 "Thought I'd never catch up to ya..." He managed to say in between gasps for air. "It's nice to meet ya!... The name's Hudson!"
 "Nice to meet you... Is there something I can do for you?" I asked, wondering what he wanted from me.
 "Nope, but there is something I can do for you!" Hudson replied, gesturing with his arm for emphasis, "I heard about yer bag - them Kecleon bros told me all about it."
 "Oh, they did?" Honestly, I wasn't sure what to think. Wouldn't more thieves target me if everyone knew about that?
 "Of course, they did! Luckily for you, I just so happen to be a member of this town's guild!"
 "Wait, really!?" I said, shifting from cautious to excited in a heartbeat, "So you can help me get my stuff back?"
 "You bet yer berries I can! Missions like this are usually pretty darn expensive, but I'll cut ya a deal. Since it's yer first day in town, I'll only charge ya 1000 Poké!"
 "What!? 1000 Poké!?"
 "Ha!" he shouted, patting me on the back, "I'm just messin' with ya, don't worry. Anyways, the daylight's wasting, so let's head out. I've been tryin' a track down these pickpockets for ages. Let's go..." He paused for a moment to get his bearings. "This way!" Before I knew it, he was hobbling past an Audino-shaped building off towards the forest. "Are ya waitin' for yer bag to just walk itself back to town or what? C'mon!" He shouted back to me. Not being one to turn down a free offer for help, I ran to catch up with my new friend.

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Rebecca snapped back when she got hit with a Hyper Voice, taking a moment to shake off that disoriented feeling. Maybe it really does hurt to try? That hurt way more than anything these goons were throwing out. At least that jerk got leech seeded for his trouble. It admittedly wasn't as horrible when it was being inflicted on someone else. It was suggested amidst the din and chaos of the fight that Dexter try to burn the guildmaster, to which he complained that he was just told not to use fire. Rebecca stopped for a moment. It was another one of her ideas.

"Hey, hey!" Rebecca said over the noise. "Yeah, I know we decided on No Fire, but, um, this guy's kind of soaking up everything we can throw at him to the point where we're hoping to just sort of hold out until we wear him down with leech seeds or whatever? So I'd like to point out that setting some weird chemicals on fire and hoping they explode might be a decent strategy at this point. Maybe. Just a suggestion." it was at this point that she remembered she was supposed to be attacking, and used Confusion to toss some less volatile lab equipment against the Wigglytuff's head.


[System]
Race: Cat girl - Beast Folk
Class: Warrior Mage

Blessings:
 Immortality - She doesn't age.
 Partial vampirism - can drink blood and draw power from it.

Inventory:
Magic vault bag - has the storing capacity of 1x3 meters chest.
Many random trinkets
Gold and gems.
Amazon clothing.

Necromantic bone scepter – boosts dark magic.
Vampire necromantic robe – boosts dark magic.

Adventurer's clothes - sturdy set of comfortable clothes, suitable for every adventurer.

[User]
The way Alex reacted was so bloody adorable, but Naisha had no time to think about Alex's cuteness at that moment for she herself was just as confused. Her mind was racing with thoughts that she never thought were possible. Their child would surely be as strong as Alex!... how should they name it… wait… why was she thinking about that right now it's not like it was happening any time soon! She made another confused sound before she was suddenly snapped out of it when Karette kissed her.

 The witch watched amused from the side as Alex and Naisha were calmed by their mistress. Karette really was a born leader and lover. Krieli'nas then threw a look at Almathea, the loyal elf servant who struggled to keep the queen alive. She looked extremely tired and it wasn't a surprise. Healing magic was taxing on the body. The witch wondered how should she reward the elf, there was really only one gift worthy for keeping Karette long enough for Alex and Nai to return. The ability to see, but the witch couldn't restore the elf's eyes. She had already tried in the past. She gathered that the previous queen must have done some ritual involving them and it was that which blocked the healing of the eyes.

 While Karette was dealing with the cute kitty and doggy in the corner… the witch realized that she probably should give Alex some canine features in the future~ That aside, Krieli'nas kneed by the smaller elf and gently took her hand." Thank you, Almathea. For you devotion and loyalty, you deserve a reward for keeping her alive despite the danger." The witch whispered gently." I will do whatever I can to return as much of your sight as I can." She said before a warm appeared in the room next to Krieli'nas. Naisha was the first to react to if for she heard the very first noise from distortion. Despite her fatigue, she quickly jumped between Karette and the source of the distortion. Next to the kneeling Krieli'nas appeared the soldier Alex met outside the walls. With her glowing red hair like the witch's. She was missing her weapon though, so she was clearly meaning no harm." Queen Karette, I'm..."

 Before even Krieli can react a bunch of amazons rushed into the room, clearly sensing the intrusion." Protect the queen!" Someone said, but before anyone can do whatever, Krieli'nas slammed her plan on the floor, causing such a huge noise that Nai had to close her eyes with her arms." I TOLD ALL OF YOU TO LEAVE!" She roared in anger." If someone entered this room, it's because I allowed them to! That's my daughter who came to pay her respects to the queen! Now all of you out again before I put you all over my knee and spank you like ten year old girls!!!"

[Assistant]
Amalthea gave a soft tired sigh as she allowed her Queen to move about. It seemed her Queen was feeling better at least, the Amazon wasn't really one to sit still anyways. Taking a moment take a break and allow her magical energy to rest before jumping a little at the gentle touch to her hand. Delicate pale fingers gingerly feeling the hand upon hers in minor examination, the blind girl gave a soft shy smile as Krieli'nas said her gratitude to the elf. Touching the bandages around her eyes with her free hand. "Thank you My'lady. But it was the least I can do.. Her Majesty saved me and gave me a home. There is little I can do to repay for the freedom she gave me and the kindness she willingly gave to me and the rest of the elves here. As long as I can continue to help any way I can, then I do not need my eyes." The elf girl said with a gentle smile, perking up a bit as she heard the sudden strange sound, footsteps from inside the room, then several more outside after a stranger spoke.

Karette smiled at the two, running her fingers gingerly under their chins before raising her gaze to look at the intrusion. Chuckling a little as Naisha jumped in front of her to protect the Queen. But at the brief look over at the stranger, the Queen chuckled more and wrapped her arms around Naisha's waist, pulling the smaller woman into the Amazon's lap. Alex also jumped a bit and reached for her swords at the disturbance but slightly released her hold as she recognized the woman with glowing red hair.

When the Amazons busted in and the witch promptly roared in anger, Karette watched her warriors jump in fear at the tone before looking to her lover and reached out with her free hand. Grasping the witch's chin and pulling her closer to firmly kiss her, calm the anger. "Calm my love. They're are just hot blooded after what happened. Don't be too hard on them." she purred soothingly before glancing to the deer in a flash spell at her door. Gingerly waving her hand to signal for them to leave. Mildly looking at them with her eyes to 'Run. Run for your lives you silly fools.' with mild amusement, watching them nod and quickly leave.

Alana poked her head in for a moment, taking a slight nervous glance toward Amalthea as if to check up on her before quickly closing the doors after giving a brief polite bow, disappearing with the Amazon warriors.

Karette smiled, releasing her hold on her witch and used the hand to scratch behind Naisha's ears like a pet as she looked to the glowing haired woman. "Apologies for that. Welcome, and many thanks for helping my people. You have my full gratitude." she greeted kindly.

Alex blinked for a moment before registering something that was just said and snapped her gaze between the woman and the witch. "Wait. You have another kid?" she said, her blue eyes blinking in utter confusion.

[User]
The witch's anger was quickly extinguished by Karette when the queen kissed her and swiftly bought enough time for the guards to leave the bed chambers. Krieli couldn't help but also wrap an arm around the queen's neck and pulled herself even closer.

 For Naisha who was currently caught between the two big women, this was a very embarrassing situation. Karette's body was pressed onto her back and when the queen pulled the witch for a kiss, Krieli'nas's chest was pushed at Nai. It was a rather warm and all, but also extremely embarrassing!

 Selie're made a amused expression as she let out a small smile. She was glad, seeing her mother be happy again. Ever since the witch met Karette, she had returned to her rather cheerful and nice persona. Back before that meeting, Krieli'nas was hailed as one of the most dangerous individuals in the world and for a reason for she was dead inside. Without emotions… now that love returned in her life, she seemed to be back to her true self.

 As the witch pulled away and Karette began scratching behind Nai's ear, the cat girl quickly began purring and adjust her position to be more comfortable in the queen's lap. She was tired from using the healing magic and she was hungry! Still her feline parts currently took priority as she was enjoying being played with.

 "I'm thankful for your gratitude, Queen Karette. I'm Selie're Nasloede'kas, my mother talks about you all the time when we meet." Selie're said with a smile as the witch only smiled and surprisingly a blush appeared on her cheeks." When my mother asked to aid you and your people, the council of Arcadia dispatched us right away. We bring a total of 80 elite warriors, the airship, a great variety of gifts and other things that we will officially present to you soon."  At those words Kri frowned." You should call her mother now too..." The witch said to her daughter before joining into scratchign behind Nai's other ear.

 "I never said I didn't~" Krieli'nas replied to Alex with a smile." My kind is very long lived and we never age past maturity. I'm well over my 6th century… it would be strange not to have at least one child." The witch stated with a smirk." You will know that feeling soon enough… once you two get your first child." She said looking amused at Alex and Nai before turning back to Almathea." Selie, did you bring your sight crystal I will create you another one later...?" The witch asked and caught Nai's attention at what could that be. With a nod Selie took off her earring and gave it to her mother. It had a small purple crystal. The witch surged her magic through the crystal, turning it into a headdress and after a few more spells, she gently put it on the blind elf's head. The crystal fell just on the level of the blindfold of the elf." I know it's not perfect, but this with this crystal you will be able to see now. I know it's only a purple shade and may be confusing at first, but it's what I can do at the moment's notice."

[Assistant]
"Is that so? I feel so loved." Karette smiled as she flicked her lavender gaze to the witch. Kissing her cheek of lovingly before returning her gaze to the glowing haired red head. Nodding as she listened to Selie're explain the aid she came with. "I thank you for the aid. It seems the Empire is getting too resilient for just the Amazon's to fend off anymore. And still playing a bit dirty." she said as she gave a slight sigh at the memory. It was always sad to see one of her own turning to such underhanded tactics. At Krieli'nas comment to her daughter, the Queen smiled softly in amusement.

"She doesn't have to.. But I'd be honored to be called a mother to a beautiful daughter." The Queen smiled, gingerly rubbing the tip of a cat ear between and index and thumb. While holding her free hand out toward Selie're.

Alex blinked, dumbfounded at how exactly old this woman was. Though it did make a fair sense that the witch would have a kid with that much time. It was doubtful the Queen was the first love after all. The witch was probably older than Karette... Maybe even outlive her. "How long do Amazons live?" she asked.

"Mhmm we live quite a bit longer then humans. Five hundred or so. Most do not live to the maximum though. Especially Queens depending on their reputation and their heirs." The Queen answered.

Alex nodded a little thoughtfully before looking to Naisa, moving closer and reached and cupped her face. Looking over her tired childhood friend. "If you need some blood Nai, you can have some of mine." she said as she rubbed her thumb against Naisha's cheek before her face instantly flushed at the witch's teasing.

"U..uh.... Huh..... B..buh...." Alex stammered as the idea and her imagination was showed into the forefront of her mind again, her face feeling overly hot.

Amalthea tilted her head as she listened to Krieli'nas. Shifting a little as she felt something placed on her head. And suddenly instead of complete darkness, a color came and disappeared the darkness. A familiar one once upon a time ago. Purple. And she could see shapes. She could actually see what the people around her looked like. Sure, she couldn't see colors, but just seeing at all made the elf want to cry if her eyes would have been alive to work.

"T-Thank you... I... I don't know what.... I can do to thank you for this... But thank you so much... My'lady.." the small elf managed to say in utter shock and joy.

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Selie're reached out and took the queen's offered. She gave a friendly smile before bowing quickly and vanishing once again as she returned to her people who were still positioned outside the walls. As they were a warband and quite big one at that, they were going to stay there until the official meeting between the commanders of the Arcana and queen Karette happened. She just came to pay her respects to her mother's lover and her new parent.

 Naisha who was happy enjoying the attention and was purring a lot, heard Alex's statement and felt her childhood friend's finger on her cheek. Happy with the proposition, Naisha quickly reached and quickly bit just above Alex's wrist, taking a few quick gulps of the blood before stopping and moved from Karette's lap into Alex's." Thank you, my love~ your blood is the tastyest!" Nai shirped before she quickly yawned before nodding away and moving into the land of dreams, soft purring could be heard in the room.

 "You did me a great gift by helping Karette, besides I always wanted to find a way to help you since I saw you all those years back." Krieli said to Almathea with a smile, patting the girl gently on the head." No one should have suffered what you did." The witch said with a smile, before noticing that the kitty already moved in the land of dreams.

 "I suppose we all could use the rest, now that the Empire's troops were dealt with." The witch said and threw a look at Karette and Alex." Come, let's sleep for now, all of you need to rest." Then she turned to the elf girl." You too, go get some well deserved rest. I will inform the guards that all servants are to take the day off." She said with a smile, before moving swiftly to the big bed and lay on it.


[System]
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Besalisk
Force Sensitive:No. Hopefully a little lucky sometimes.
Appearance:

Of a regular build for a Besalisk. Jax has the trademark scaley, darkbrown forehead, but instead of the normal beige skin underneath it, he grows a bushy stubble flowing over into a beard and the 'normal' walrus moustache. Though his size and eyebrows can be found intimidating or grumpy looking, he usually wears a friendly expression, smiling away or talking and laughing with a bouldering voice. A voice that has somewhat of an edge through years of cigar smoking. Unlike stereotypes demand his girth is no sign of physical neglection. The perceived 'Fatness' is mostly due to the species very cold home planet of Ojom, where a good insulating layer can mean the difference between life and death.
Jax Krell seems grown into a 4-holed wife-beater shirt that used to be white. It is set with a number of pockets over the front out of which rags, cigars and an array of other stuff might protrude. Under it he has a similarly pocketed blue set of working pants. Over it all he wears a long, brown leather trenchcoat for the covert storage of a few more items in its numerous inner pockets. Oddly enough the trenchcoat only has 2 sleeves through which Jax has his upper arms. Rendering the bottom arms either 'hidden' (though it gives him a bit of an odd shape), or the coat being pulled back behind the lower arms. The coat sleeves are neigh always rolled up to bare his forearms.

On his belt he has a set of heavy blasters, one for each hip.
Under his coat, at the backside of his belt he has two stun batons, nigh always hidden, but retrievable fast just like the short barreled scattergun he has at the back of his belt.

 Equipment:
-A set (2) of heavy blaster pistols with filed away trigger guard to accommodate his large fingers.
-A short barreled scattergun.
-Two stun batons.
-A datapad
-A comm-link
-Cigars, of the thick variant.
-A gazillion packages of matches in various states of fullness (or emptyness if you are a pessimist).
-A pocket knife.
-Chance Cubes
-A canteen of whatever strong liquor was at hand in the last port.
Your Quarters: A simple room with a wider bed in order to fit his body. Other than that it is just a messy place generally speaking.
Your Spaceship: Jax uses a Quadjumper Spacetug of the Swift Fortune to scavenge for goods.
Role on the ship: Mechanic and scavenger.
Obligation:
Without fail, Jax sends any spare credits to his mother on Naboo. Aside from that a Weequay named Aryl Dervol looking for him for Jax cutting him out of an arms deal.

Statistics:
Brawn: 3
Agility: 3
Intellect: 3
Cunning: 1
Willpower: 3
Presence: 2

Skills:
Astrogation: 1
Mechanics: 2
Piloting: 1
Resilience:1
Streetwise: 1
Brawl: 2
Melee: 1
Ranged light: 1

History:
Jax was born on the Outer-Rim planet of Dantooine where he grew up in a farmers family. A harsh life on broken soil, but the pride of his family nonetheless. When the Clone War came to his planet his family became refugees like so many other families. An experience that left the family scarred, for they were interned in one of the refugee camps on Ord Mantel, a place where the right of the strongest ruled. Jax, only 15 at the time had to make use of the muscles build during the long years of farming there to procure sustenance for his family and started getting involved in the trade of scarcer goods in the refugee camp, mainly as an enforcer. They made it through these days and the war on Dantooine ended a short month after the Senate had accepted laws distributing the refugees amongst more planets. Jax's family got a good deal on Naboo. Jax's father wanted to go back to Dantooine nonetheless and see what had become of the family heritage and rebuild if need be, but the refugee camp had made him age fast to Jax's eyes. He offered to take his father's place and urged him to enjoy the early pension Naboo could grant him.
Upon returning the Krell homestead was ruined, the ground littered with battle droids and artillery craters. In the process of cleaning up he was approached by a Weequay arms dealer named Aryl Dervol. Jax was in need of the credits so they cut a deal concerning the weapons he found and some of the re-sellable droid parts. He stowed the credits away to repair the farming equipment that had been damaged, but as the field got cleaned up it became clear that the land was unworkable. Haunted by the messages of anticipation coming from his father Jax couldn't help but pretend everything was ok, sending money back he earned from 'scavenging' as though it came from harvest sales.
To keep that sham up Jax started scavenging from larger parts of the planet than just the fields surrounding his own farm and quickly came into contact with others in the same profession. These weren't always the nicest encounters and Jax found the skills learned in the refugee camp to be a great asset. His co-operation with Dervol bloomed. Specifically when the Republic went over into the Galactic Empire there was an ever greater demand for weapons when a group called the 'Alliance' made their base on the desolate planet of Dantooine.
In the hopes of getting a better margin Jax tried to cut out Dervol and deal directly with the 'Rebels' (as the Empire branded them) which was a great deal less sinister than dealing with Dervol. Who was of course not happy when he found out. Threats were made and honoured and despite Jax telling everyone he lost his arm because it got stuck while scavenging, Dervol was the actual reason. The Rebels helped him out when he came there, broken and short a limb, even set him up with the replacement he still holds today (albeit slightly more modified now). They even offered Jax a small team to help scavenge weapons for the Rebels (if he lowered his rates that is) and Jax was content.
Unfortunately the Rebel base had to move at some point for safer destinations somewhere on a foresty planet with pretty ruins. Not long after Dantooine became barren for a good scavenger and Jax had second thought about living up to the lie of rebuilding the farm. He even gave it a try, but the farmers live was no longer for him. It just did not have the thrills Jax was looking for. He kept at it however, for the sake of his parents, and so for a long year he tilled the barren soil and repaired machines that had no function yet. That was the year his father died.
It was some solace he had died in peace on Naboo but things had changed, even there. The Empire had stopped the funding for the refugee programs and his mother was at the grace of charity when Jax's checks stopped coming in. In need of more credits than the desolate farm could provide Jax signed on to the Swift Fortune to scrape the credits together.

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Dr. Khava Marr

@Korkoa

Dr. Marr closed his eyes, not looking at the other. His enthusiasm, and his overconfidence were clear signs that this was a bad idea. But he did not want to let this chance slip away. He wanted that research. He needed it. If he had that he could finish the first batch within... a few months. He smirked internally, suppressing the bristling ambition. It was dangerous to think like this. Especially with a venerable empath so close. His eyes flew open and he rolled his neck, the crack coming out louder than even he had anticipated.

"We might as well. This will most likely be worth more than any other piece of debris they might find out here. Make your preparations, and I shall make mine. Then, we take what we want." He sat back, and fiddled with his gloves, checking whether or not his medical supplies were in order - a few syringes filled with a powerful knockout agent, scalpels to disable major motor functions etc. When he was done with his prep, he recalled and cemented the layout of the ship in his mind. The other man might be a rather skilled shooter, but he would not be familiar with this ship. While the doctor was not used to combat, he was not going to be useless.

As the other spoke to the boy who manned the guns, and they neared the ship - Dr Marr thought over his designs. In his mind he saw a new breed... a group of super warriors. All the best aspects of all the best races, and none of the weaknesses. None of that bullshit race purity the Empire was concerned with. He struggled to suppress his smirk, as they moved towards the ship. An army of his own. The prospect of cutting his ties with these morons and making his own way. When he opened his eyes once more, they gleamed as he looked at the disabled ship. First thing first, though. "Are you ready?"

[Assistant]
Roka shuddered slightly at the growing heat of barely checked emotion coming from Marr. The doctor had some kind of plan brewing, something that felt as if it were scratching a dark itch inside of him. Roka began to reconsider storming the ship, but it was too late now for second thoughts... He opened the comms to Bast, informing the boy of their plan and going over the basics of how to work the turret as he warmed up the ion canon.

Run by a few times, breach their shields. Open comms, offer a surrender. Five shots. The ion canon had five shots in his charge. It could take anywhere from five to fifteen minutes to recharge the massive batteries that powered the canon, so five shots had to do. Two to the command station, knock out their comms. One to the turret, keep them from being a threat. one to the disabled engines, just in case. One spare, in case he needed to help punch through the shields or something unforseen should happen. Dock at the airlock. Go room by room. No Death Sticks, he needed to be able to sense the occupants. Keep a close eye on the doctor.

Roka nodded as he completed his mental checklist, opening comms to Bast again. "Alright kiddo, on my mark..." He said, pushing the ship forward and allowing himself a smile as he felt the engines thrum. "Open fire!" He called after a moment, whooping as the red lasers arced through space and scattered along the blue burst of the Imps shields. Those wouldn't last long. Roka opened a frequency to the ship now, offering them a chance. "Attention Imperial science vessel, this is Captain Zal'Ebos of The Steadfast. We're going to completely disable your vessel and then board it for your pretty tech. We can go through the rigamarole of us wearing you down and hunting you inside your ship, or you can surrender! We'll leave you alive and unharmed, able to limp back to your precious Empire. Whaddaya say?"

[User]
Jax's arms where flying from this button to that lever in order to keep his ship from being hit by laserfire or asteroids. Only one arm remained somewhat steady in the turmoil of moving limbs; the one at the controls. It was an awkward move to speed up the Quadjumper, but there was no other way to avoid fire from the second TIE. His lower left arm punched the vectored thrusters controls as his upper right overrided the thrust limit on them. They were normally used for minor adjustments, but with that big hunk of rock quickly approaching Jax needed a bit more power. His upper left arm cut power to his back engines to supply for the boost and Jax's body rocked in the pilot's seat. Seatbelts weren't a bad idea at all… His maneuver sparked an array of blinking lights and systems alarms in the cockpit, but he had to strain the systems some to get out of this mess.

"Don't worry Jax I'll be there before you can say 'tessellated arboreal binjinphant'. Just try not to kill them before I get there."

Jax snorted as he used the asteroid he was just evading to provide cover from the TIE behind him as he tried to spot the TIE he had just tractor beamed.

"Tessal-what? Choose a shorter word next time."

He tried to think of a witty remark back, but laserfire cut the thought. He circled the asteroid a bit than zig-zagged between another set of debris to try and rid himself of the fighter. He only catched half of Caster's words but he did not like them one bit.

"Caster, intercept that Kark-"

But Valana had beaten him too it.

"Caster, would you mop up the runner?"

Sounded a lot nicer than Jax would've said it. Probably for the best. Jax always had a hard time reading Caster. There was something about sarcasm that posed problems for Jax.

The shooting from the TIE behind him had stopped but it didn't make Jax any more comfortable. In his head a timer was ticking away from the randomly chosen 333 seconds. Though the counting made Jax calmer, what it stood for was not reassuring. It was his guess of how long they had before the TIE would be in broadcast range. Dodging debris made him think twice whether he was at 298 or 289. The sight of the second TIE coming straight for Jax made him loose count completely.

A string of profanities primarily heard on Ojom was uttered as he tried a similar trick as before, but the vector thrusters were cooling for the moment. A sharp dive followed that took Jax just under the incoming shot, making the cockpit light up in green. Too shortly after his ship rocked and he heard an impact.

"No, No-"

Jax looked up to see some smoke trail his Quadjumper and the manoeuvrable TIE line up another shot. It might all be over soon at this range.

"-Got one straight on my-"

The sound of laser fire made Jax instinctively flinch as he heard:

"Bail Organa sends his regards!"

Jax frowned, not only because the ship was still flying fine, but also for the odd remark. Wasn't he a senator of some sort? He was pulling on his controls hard to come back up behind his TIE-pursuer only to see it missing a wing and slamming into a cargo-speeder-sized rock with a cutlass-fighter flying through.

"Wohohoooooo! VALANAH! Thank you and that Organa guy!"

Jax haphazardly avoided an asteroid in the enthusiasm, only now checking diagnostics to see what the impact earlier was. Somehow it came up clean. Than he spotted the datapad with the relay control to see another three dashes missing. Three… Not the number he hoped it to be, or was it? Captain wasn't going to be happy, that was for sure. But Jax couldn't care less at the moment.

"Caster for Kark's sake, get that magnificent speedbeast of yours and take down that scout, I'll assist our ace in hunting down this other TIE."

Jax repeated 'tessellated arboreal binjinphant' for himself, getting it right on the second try. He couldn't help but grin at that.

That was when the unmistakable howl of the TIE was registered again.
Shortly followed by the sound of laser-fire and green flashes of light.


[System]
Age: 23

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at five feet and three inches with a somewhat thin physique, Rebecca by no means embodies the look of a warrior. Her pale skin tones and demure features suggest someone that does not spend much time outside. Her mousy brown hair goes down to her shoulders, but it is usually either kept in a ponytail or in a bun, leaving her clear blue eyes unobscured. Her muscles are hard to discern, merely possessing the strength of one who is occasionally expected to move machinery about when assistance isn't handy.

Attire: Rebecca wears clothing tight enough not to get caught in any mechanical devices she may be working on, more specifically a grey shirt with long sleeves and black pants. Most of her outer layer of clothing, specifically her coat and boots is made of leather tanned and cured from the hides of demons, the material's strange properties protecting against the raw magical energies that she often works with. Her boots are tall and sturdy, designed for a somewhat dangerous working environment, but also serving well for travel. Her coat is black, long, and trailing, with a texture akin to a more traditional leather coat and toting many pockets to store whatever tools may be especially useful at the moment. Metal is rarely used in her clothing, in fear of accidentally conducting any magic or otherwise altering experiments, but when it is, such as in buttons on her jacket, it is generally iron, or any similar metal that insulates against magic. Her most favored accessory is the hat she earned upon being accepted as a researcher. While her clothing is normally adorned with various markings indicating her as a member of The Choir's research and development team, these were removed prior to her mission. As researchers rarely leave the recesses of Tour de Rouge's laboratories, almost none know of their uniform in Falke.

Bio:
The Crescent bloodline carries much prestige in the Twilight Fields, being comprised of the family that founded the area's famous mining industry as well as one of The Order of the Crescent Sun's greatest mages.

 Rebecca seemed to almost be born to disgrace the prestige of this bloodline, being born small, sickly, and frail with no magical ability to speak of after her older sister Veronica seemed to be turning out to be a perfect child. While Rebecca's parents loved and cherished her, she never felt she received quite as much favor as her sister did, aside from her grandmother's occasional visits when she wasn't on some diplomatic errand or hunting demons in the Nethergate Wastes. They talked often on those visits, the two always seeing much in common with one another. Unfortunately for her, such visits were quite rare.

 She managed to make do, though. She had quite the inquisitive mind even from a young age, disassembling and reassembling whatever machinery she could get her hands on as well as tagging along with Veronica in her magical studies. She loved to think about how things worked, even if she couldn't make use of them herself. Of particular interest to her was the old golem in town, who wandered offering protection and general assistance with any task he could provide help for. As the golem grew older and began to break down, and Rebecca grew more experienced with her craft, she took it upon herself to keep the old golem running, maintaining and swapping out whatever parts she could. An odd friendship began to form between the two, despite their difference in intellect and stature.

 No machine runs forever, however. Eventually, when she was thirteen years old, the golem broke down to the point that acquiring new parts was more trouble than it was worth to just about anyone in town. It remained as a statue in the center of town. Shortly after, Veronica left for The Choir, and it felt to Rebecca as if she was left on her own. She resolved to follow her sister, hoping to use The Choir's great resources to further her own studies. She spent the next several years studying, growing closer and closer to producing a new stable form of using magic and machinery in tandem. When she turned 19, she asked her grandmother to pull a few strings and set off for Tour de Rouge. Her thesis on what she called Resonance Theory was enough to get her accepted into The Choir's research and development division, with her own laboratory, with the task of producing equipment utilizing Resonance Theory before the deadline. Rebecca worked hard, eventually producing a portable launcher of her own design. Unfortunately, her superiors' reception to it was somewhat… underwhelmed. They decided that such a thing would need field testing, and with Falke recently having beaten their forces back across the bridge, they felt it would be wise to have someone see what magic they had at their disposal as well.

 They decided that Rebecca was just the person for both jobs. Though she didn't feel that she was the best at espionage, simply laying low and cataloguing whatever magical items of interest she could find eventually turned out to be simple enough. The problem of returning home, however was not. With the bridge out and tensions riding, she needed a more covert way to return home safely.

Inventory:
* Rebecca's finest invention, this truly bizarre weapon makes use of both magic and machinery that defies both explanation and expectation. Taking a form similar to a combination of different brass musical instruments, The force rune and launching mechanisms are controlled by a timing mechanism near the "keys" on the side. By breathing into the device, a projectile is created and launched forwards, independent of gravity, and lands against a target, on which point it bursts into kinetic energy, knocking both people and objects caught in the blast radius away. The pitch of the "note" created affects the behavior of the projectile. Higher notes will impact and detonate sooner afterwards, while lower notes will reverberate and spend more of their energy bouncing off of surfaces before detonating. The weapon works on a system of "measures," with the projectiles detonating at the end of each one. The size of the projectiles depends on how long the note is held and therefore how much of the measure it takes up. Attacks can be released with a series of small impacts akin to a decent punch (sixteenth notes) or one with the force of a charging bull (whole note). Though projectiles are all launched at an incredibly fast speed, the loud noise and slow activation make heavier strikes unwieldy. The vast excess of energy created by the device is released as sound and heat. The device is unfortunately still a prototype, and is vulnerable to explode if wielded incorrectly as well as to water, unable to function even in rain. To counteract the latter flaw, it is typically carried in a sturdy, locked case on Rebecca's back. The case itself is reinforced against almost any form of attack, making it both an effective shield and a surprisingly powerful impromptu weapon for anyone who would underestimate her enough to be caught by it. The launcher has a safety mechanism that, when turned on, allows it to be played like a normal instrument.
* A satchel case filled with a variety of tools and maintenance devices that would bring envy to any aspiring tinkerer. Though they're mostly used for maintenance concerning Rebecca's own creations, the tools are versatile enough to be used for many different machines. Some can be used for defense in a pinch, even if they aren't a match for a true weapon.
* A small, magic bottomless bag, the opening large enough to contain a partially filled journal and a quill enchanted to never run out of ink.

Skills:

Magitech Developer: Rebecca is one of the premiere developers of stable magitech, despite having no magical ability of her own, and as such is incredibly knowledgeable in the sciences of both magic and machinery. There's hardly a spell or machine that she couldn't pick apart and dissect on the continent, given enough time.

Big Band: As the creator of her RTPR-01, she is perhaps the only one who could wield and maintain it without destroying it. Her de facto fighting style is based around it, using her projectiles to chip and blast away at the enemy, knocking around loose objects in their general facility, and generally causing havoc from a distance. She is far less useful in close range battles, however; her options are limited aside from creating more distance or a powerful but unskilled and unwieldy strike from a tool or the launcher's case.

Languages: Abbalic

Current Location: Falke

[User]
Hope. It was draining away quicker than alcohol in a crowded bar. She knew that she'd survive. Denise had a golem after all. She knew where they were going. And she kinda knew her father. But despite all her advantages, she was afraid that she might just blow someone up before they got there. Or at least make them leave.

"Aye..bodies might be useful, but they also get in the way, and on your nerves. They also attract attention," Denise said with a gruff voice before reaching into a saddle bag and taking out a bottle of alcohol and took a deep sip. She was probably going to need a lot more of that as time went by. They had barely left the city and she was already tired of this configuration.

She laid down on the golems back and closed her eyes. It wasn't the smoothest ride, but it was comfortable enough and it allowed her to rest and think instead of walk. Always left her prime for fighting if needs be. "Shit..." she said quietly as another realization struck home. Unless she was very discreet about her training, they'd all know. Along with her work in materials. She sighed deeply and decided to train lightly and make them underestimate her.

Denise was broken out of her thoughts as Rebecca started talking about the order. It was a story she had heard many, many times before. It was indeed surprising that Calieo did not know about it. But..the ignorance of this knight was indeed legendary enough to not know anything about the world.

She quickly grew bored though and decided to pass some time, by passing a small fireball between her fingers. Like you'd roll a coin from one finger to the next. Until she grew bored of doing that and decided on juggling a few of them. But even that turned into boredom after a while. So she decided on doing the one thing she had been putting off for ages, carving a few more runes into her gauntlets. It was a fine balance to tread. Too many and the gauntlets might explode, too few and it would not provide what she needed.

[Assistant]
[Calieo]

 Calieo listened to Rebecca intently, staring down on the woman and nodding her head ever so slightly once or twice. The knight frowned slightly at the mention of the gods they worshiped, but waited until Rebecca was finished to avoid cutting off any information. This Order sounded like a potential asset to her quest. Possible suspects as well; anyone beyond the mountain men worshiping the old gods was unexpected but not unwelcome. Unless they were thieves.

 "So people besides the mountain tribes still make an effort to care? Flattering, and though I've never had a twin I'm sure their faults are simple naivety," Calieo snorted softly as a smile cracked across her cheek, and her attention returned to the road ahead. It appeared to stretch on to past the horizon, and beyond it there wasn't much to look at aside from the mountains Northwards. "So much wasted potential," she murmured under her breath, taking in the limited scenery and imagining far more useful things for it. Her grin brightened slightly when she looked away from her companions and down towards the weapon strapped against her hip, the caged ball of fire flickering peacefully within it's confines.

 The sun overhead still brought daylight from behind the clouds, the heavy grey blanket having begun to part and drift West to reveal glimpses of the late afternoon sky. For just a few moments she wanted to enjoy the stillness of the situation, the soft sound of marching feet the only rhythm to interrupt the silence of the empty plains.

[Tirñea}

 Her weapon having been knocked away, Tirñea took a step back to prepare a counter attack but was met with no such aggression. This man seemed to be merely entertaining himself, and could obviously afford to be so casual with it considering the ease he was defending himself with. He asked her a question, and for a few seconds Tirñea was simply baffled by the absurdity of the situation. She looked to Serena, who stared back behind the empty guise of her mask, then looked again at Ashley.

 "I- um," Tirñea began, needing a moment to think about her response. She'd already decided to lie again, but perhaps a bluff might cause this man to reevaluate his priorities. "I come to here for practicing magic," she started, doing her best to sound confident as she tested the waters with that idea. "Yes. Yes, powerful spirits live beneath the earth and I can call upon them with my staff. They protect me, and will harm you if you do not leave." The Piñuran girl smiled sinisterly, taking another step back and swinging her staff downward so she could beat the ground like a drum again. She began to let herself pretend that what she said was true, and by stretching the truth rather than a flat out falsification she found it quite easy to act the part.

[User]
Rebecca was happy that this woman was actually paying attention to her instead of simply shoving her around, or that anyone was paying attention to her at all. She thought her response was somewhat odd, though. What did she mean about the mountain tribes? What did she mean about not having a twin? Why did she find her description flattering? What did she mean by "faults?" Who in the world was she that she could speak like that about them, while also acting like she had no idea who they were? She decided to prod more about it.

 "Er, come again?" The researcher inquired, her tone indicating that she had heard very well what the other woman said as she erred on the side of nuance this time. She retrieved her notebook as she walked and began to double-check it, flipping from one page to the next as she cross-referenced various research notes, religious lore, and journal entries from the book's previous owner. Whether she liked it or not she had an idea of what she might be implying, and she thought such a claim would be blasphemous and so absolutely absurd that it would incite amusement far more than aggression, but it was part of her very nature to follow up on such a thing regardless. She assured herself that she wouldn't have gotten this far if she didn't. She gave an odd glance to the others travelling with her. Were they hearing this, too?

 She supposed it was something that would be better addressed once they got a chance to stop, however. She flipped the pages of the notebook to another section and pulled out her quill. She alternated between pausing to think and writing away, jotting down various notes and equations of physics and magical mechanics as she paid the faintest attention to walking with the rest of the group. She almost tripped a couple of times, but it was no matter. Several pages were filled in a jagged, somewhat legible scrawl until she began to figure out that she had to squint and frown at the page to see what she was doing. The sun was setting, she finally realized, and she needed food. Thankfully they had arrived at their destination.

 Or rather, the next town over, but it was an excuse to rest all the same. Unlike Falke, the farming village had no walls, aside from the fenced-off sections of farmland that seemed to stretch out endlessly, filled with either varying crops or animals, the latter of which seemed to be falling asleep. Along the path were wooden buildings on either side, consisting of housing, inns for those passing through and the occasional shop selling whatever supplies one might need before they had to close down for the night, though it was nowhere near as extravagant as Falke's marketplace. Though the path forked a ways into the settlement, Rebecca could see that at its end, almost as if the town as built around it, was a stone mausoleum, sitting near a wooden building that appeared to be a Church of Aramice. It was a recurring trait in Loyalitat's various towns that never failed to unnerve Rebecca.

 "So..." Rebecca asked as she glanced around the group. "Anyone know any good places to eat around here?"