[System]
RANK: Ensign
DEPARTMENT, POSITION: Support, Black market trader (although the ship lists him as a security officer)
RACE: Human
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male

SHORT BIO: Coming out of a planet on the edge of union territory, Christian never had the easiest time getting by. His whole life he was surrounded by the poorest and rudest of beings in the universe. He saw his fair share of shady deals go down and through this built a network of traders in the black market. Whenever he needed anything, or a close friend did he was the guy who could get it far faster than any official could, and generally at higher quality too. Problem was that he was pricier. He began to make a name for himself and built an interplanetary network that reached into the heart of the union, and he made his way hitchhiking around the union territory grabbing the illegal or rare items he needed before a captain decided his... connections would be useful for his ship and crew. Ever since then he's been masquerading as a security guard on the scouting ship, while handling all of their relations to an underground criminal market operations.
PERSONALITY: Growing up in one of the shittiest (can we swear?) planets, not much scares him. He grew up with guns and knives pointed at him. He's slow to trust but loyal to anyone that he deems a friend. He has a strangely optimistic view of most people despite his upbringing. He doesn't take threats seriously, other than those of his crew mates. He's a bit trigger happy as well, not truly valuing the lives of anyone he doesn't trust. At least he knows who not to mouth off to.
TALENTS:Diplomacy in general. He can fake being posh and noble, as well as getting along with street rats
Decent aim
Can find a place to stay in almost any city, quality not guaranteed to be good
FLAWS: He is a bit too ready to take a life
His mood can change very fast depending on the topic of conversation. His past isn't really up for public review.

I fully understand if this character idea is also not too fitting for this RP. But I made it based off of the whole "However, because the ship really doesn't need another reprimand on its record" part of the description. Again, I might just be too eager after finishing firefly just last week.

[User]
"We'll see, won't we?" Roy said as he hovered an electronic device over the injured area, an x-ray. Through it a in depth view of the bones could be seen. The doctor gave it a long look, just to make sure he was certain what he was looking at. Then he spoke in a reassuring tone, his eyes looking up to find Malory gazing off towards something.

"Well, the good news is that it is just a dislocation. Should be fine as long as you avoid any more fights and rest the arm enough." He added, then carefully grasped the shoulder bones and gentle maneuvered it, having done the same action many times before to previous patients of his.

"The pain should subside, though if you want I can prescribe you some relievers for the pain. Just take it easy, no more fights, doctor's orders." He said.

[Assistant]
An unusually firm hand laid what felt like a bear's grip on Ensign Mallory's shoulder, squeezing the dislocated joint.

"Hey Christian. Stop acting like you're going to fucking case the joint and come help me with something."

Turning around, he would notice his superior officer was carrying an armful of protein and granola bars, Snickers, Babe Ruths, 3 Musketeers, and (most appropriately of all) Milky Ways. Behind her was a service cart loaded up with box after box of the same, hundreds if not thousands of energy-intensive candy bars packed with carbs and sugars. She chewed on a partially opened Snickers, handling it like one of her cigars. Presumably she wanted him to push the cart.

"What, are you deaf Mallory? I said now, ya big baby."

Kal said it sternly, meaning Mallory didn't have much of a choice in the matter. You see, the boss lady was more than aware of the illicit business he conducted at port and aboard the ship. It was hard to fool the eyes and ears of a super-soldier, but thankfully for the Ensign, anything that may have constituted a potential breach of protocol aboard the ship didn't seem to bother her if it didn't involve a smoking gun barrel or a bare-knuckles fist-fight. She let him do his business unmolested whether he realized it or not, and even kept a secret from the others, but such patience had its limits...

[User]
Amy watched silently as events escalated in the server room. She made sure to stay clear of everyone's way, but she felt like pulling her sidearm and bellowing for those fighting to leave. The thought of using her Deck to call the Administrative head down to get everyone out echoed in her head, but the thought disappeared as some of the worse of the idiots in the room left. The assistant N-N poked his head in to see what had happened, but quickly disappeared.

"Tawha eth kafuc didi yathe od ot eth raserve?" She mumbled to herself, before shaking her head. "While authority is here, I need to ask in the next staff meeting that the damn fucking keycard security be updated! Only the networkers and higher rankers are supposed to have access into here." Amy shook her head. "And by the way, the servers are still up. While the servers being down would help them cool, they need to be up or we'll have a mob at our door again." She tapped on her Deck, which was beeping with every message she got. "You know what, this is it." With a groan, she rapidly typed out a message and sent it out on the shipwide network.

All users, priority

Network usage is now on Restricted level. Only ranks Lieutenant+ and bridge crew (along with Neural Networks (standard protocol, nothing special)) are able to message. Thanks to the overflux, the server is overheated.

Thank you for your cooperation
Amy Skydawner
Neural Networks Manager

Amy sighed, looking back up and watching Mason along with the others, looking flustered.

[Assistant]
Quickly being brought back to reality by a supersoldier grabbing his just put back in place shoulder as if he there was no problem with that. He hissed in pain a sharp breath as he clenched his teeth and eyes once more. "Fuck." he let out as an angry whisper. Kal began talking to him, she was one of the few people who knew his true job on the ship and DIDN'T buy anything off of him. It was surprising, but what could someone with one of the few things he couldn't get his hands on want from him? Nanomachines were not something the union let slip out of their hands and into people like his. He heard his orders and expected to go check some rooms but noticed a cart full of... Candy bars?

"Um. Why are there so many candy bars? Shit hurt before, I don't need the bone turning into dust." He put his hand on hers, not even trying to pull it away. "Am I pushing this cart?" He wanted to yell about her grabbing his freshly relocated and still very much in pain shoulder but he had to focus on playing off getting caught looking at the pain pills and various other drugs. "And doc, just give me the strongest stuff you got, put it infront of my door in a box DISCREETLY. There's a small panel at the bottom right, just needs a kick and it'll open. Hide it in there, if it's not empty, don't read any labels." Malory hopped off of the table. He couldn't remember if he had taken the few bottles of a paralyzing neurotoxin he was bringing to a buyer in union territory only produced by animals on the planet they just left. Shit paralyzed you for up to three days, very VERY illegal, but very valuable as well. Let's hope he put it somewhere safer.

[User]
"HA!" Maggie yelled, hitting the server block with a fist for good measure. She'd finally gotten the damn thing working again—the overheated or broken motherboards had been replaced with some questionable soldering, bits of wire, and duct tape, with enough coolant to drown a rhino thrown in for good measure. They'd have to actually make repairs and replacements soon, but not just yet.

Dusting her hands off and sticking her tools back in the bag on her hip, Mason glanced over at the Zenohunt who was...still here? For some reason?

"Good idea restricting access," she said absently, before blinking and looking around at the newcomers. "Wait, shit. Where's the StelCart guy—right here, okay, that's convenient. What's your name—Tornado? Conair? Conado, that's it—Conado, how close are we to Iorus II? I want to get a department meeting in before we have to go groundside." She looked back to Skydawner, raising her eyebrows. "You can get everybody together in the meeting room, yeah?"

[Assistant]
Amy gave a salute to the commander, saying a simple "Yes ma'am. Can do," before tapping on her deck, selecting all of the department heads (including the commander before her). Normally, an administrator would send out a message like this, however, with the network set to be restricted, Amy could understand why the commander wanted her to type it. That, or it was just pure laziness, as she could type out a message herself if she wanted. Creating a new message and marking it as high priority, she began typing.

All department heads, priority

Commander Mason is calling a meeting in the meeting room, now. All department heads are to head to the meeting room as soon as possible.

Regards
Amy Skydawner
Neural Networks Manager

PS: You may wish to hurry. Commander Mason will probably not appreciate people being late, as she has been very busy today.

Amy hit send, before looking back at the mail, her eyes resting on the words 'Amy Skydawner'. She always felt a little funny using the human translation of her name. Back in Yasanctuar's navy, she would usually write:

Daregars
Yam Yaskradawne
Laneura Kanetwors Ramanage

Looking up at commander Mason, she spoke. "Ma'am, the message has been sent. Orders?"

[User] "Uh," Maggie said intelligently. Few people asked her for orders. Even the babies down in Engineering usually just had commands yelled at them, they didn't ask for more. "Don't you have work to do? If you really wanted to, I guess you could go through the Captain's missed messages, sort them by priority—" Mason sighed, running a hand through her short, chopped hair as she headed out of the server room and toward the lift. "Ask somebody else, kid, I have no clue what the Admin staff is supposed to be doing right now."

[Assistant] "I can't even ask the head since he's probably heading to the meeting!" Amy calls out as Mason walked off. "Tadamni, she thinks to herself, shaking her head. She begins to stroll to the door between the servers and the neural networks room. As soon as the keycard reader beeped, she walked in. "Crewman Jimmy, break out the chess board." She says, sitting down. If she wasn't getting orders, she was going to enjoy her time with her Networks assistant. A smile broke out on her face as she moved her first piece.

[User]
The message caught Annalynn as she was about to enter the science labs. Sandwich in one hand, datapad in the other, she did a quick 180 and headed towards the meeting room. If Maggie was calling a department head meeting, she was likely even more concerned than she had already implied in their previous conversation. Not like her concern would be without reason - two days without the captain and the Audacia was already closer to resembling a pirate ship than a Union Fleet ship.

In any case, Annalynn would have to keep things moving. She wrote a quick message addressed to the Science department:

"To all Science personnel:

Until order is restored, continue to work on your assigned tasks until further notice. That said, given that our resources are now split in three ways between upgrades to our ship's weapons, the search for our Captain, and the requests from Security (which, may I remind you, is not a priority, but must still be fulfilled in due order) I understand that the stress of the workload is a bit much to handle. But this department is more than capable of handling it and I expect our research and development to maintain a similar time frame.

Remember, my door is always open.

Commander Annalynn O'Neil

PS And to the people working on Audacia's weapons, please remember that manual calculations are always required to support your findings in simulation. I think we all remember what happened to the USS Dudacek."

Annalynn mentally shook her head at that incident. They had completely forgotten to tell the targeting computers to recognize Union ships younger than ten years and the Audacia almost fired on the Dudacek. That had only added yet another reprimand on the ship's long list...

By the time the message was written and sent, Annalynn found herself at the meeting room. She allowed herself in, nodding at the security guard posting outside as she entered.

[Assistant]
Unlike the other crewmembers, Kal received the update directly from her nanocomm, the message appearing in her field of view like a GUI. She blinked and rolled her eyes strangely as she moved the message through her field of view. Scrolling through the VR interface was a complicated task requiring many precise, controlled movements only made easier by the fact that Kal had years of practice doing it literally since birth.

"Tch," she sighed as she closed the message. "Bitchy's really going at it today, isn't she?"

She slapped Christian on the back, probably taking the wind out of him.

"Okay, you worthless sack of shit! Let's get this hauled back to my quarters ASAP! Looks like I've got some meeting to attend or whatever the fuck..."

[User]
The hit from Kal was a lot more gentle than anticipated. As gentle as a supersoldier could make it, Malory though to himself. "Who's bitchy in this case? With you that could mean anybody." He inquired his superior. Something was up, and if Kal was the person that got the message it was something important since very few have the ability to send her somewhere and one of those people were missing.

He laid into the cart with all his weight and barely got it moving with just his one good arm. "Jesus christ, how much does this weigh?" He had to use a lot more strength than he thought, but once it was moving it was fine. And here was Kal wheeling it in like it was a wagon of girl scout cookies. "Man, I need to get some of those nanomachines. I'd love to be 6'5, 6'6. Make someone who's not me pull around candy bars. Maybe even hold some of the guns I've seen without having to prop them up on anything." He began to drift off of from pushing the cart, slowing a bit despite being told to do the job ASAP. "How much do you think your body is worth with all those nanomachines running through it? I bet you're the most expensive person I know. No lie." He looked up at her with a chuckle and a smile. She stood a good half foot taller than him and could probably kill him in a second, but to him these were words of compliment. The average person's body didn't come close to being as valuable as her's.


[System]
Age: 24
Position: Security? Cybersecurity? Neural Networking? Electronic Warfare man.
Appearance/Clothing:
- 1 tac-gray baseball cap made of kevlar with a spun titanium core, with holographic display and headset included
- 1 red No Piston Inside long-sleeve tshirt
- 1 tac-gray kevlar tactical utility jacket (plus a backup), includes a battery pack and a universal charger for drones (he has a drone)
- 1 chort-leather set of utility cargo pants (tan-colored pants shown)
- 1 tac-gray kevlar tactical utility cargo pants (gray colored pants shown)
- 1 worn Shia LaBeouf Just-Do-It brand tennis shoes (plus backup)

Skills:
Hacking,
shooting,
running,
more running,
running on things he shouldn't run on (parkour),
rudimentary skill at driving [and maybe crashing] anything with wheels or gravitronics (anti-grav stuff),
knows lockpicking and welding pretty well (sometimes you have to pick an actual lock, other times you gotta just cut through it),
Knows how to make a mean peach-cranberry cobbler.

Crimes Against The Alliance: He once hacked into a backdoor of an AI on one of the big cruisers, and got it to think that the entire crew were enemies. Another time, he hacked into some rich guy's (he had like this laser pistol or somethin, someone tried to steal it and everyone left one of the displays unattended) bank account and took nearly all his money, and then redistributed it to the Gay Power Association of the System (GPAS), and a whole bunch of other smaller-scale hacking stunts, like reprogramming an ad AI to display random videos of The-Earth-That-Was, such as a recovered "Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf" video, which gave the Shia LaBeouf Clothing Manufacturer a jumpstart.

Additional Information:
- Paranoid about certain things
- Obsessive about other things
- Can get very, very deep in thought sometimes
- Absolutely horrid at making metaphors or similes

Weapons:
- Fists
- Feet
- Elbows
- Knee
- M34 Combat Sidearm
- SAT-K23 Combat Knife
- Charming personality

Possessions:
A small drone he affectionately calls "Garry"
Some ammunition for his handgun
Various computers, cords, and devices
A very worn but cared-for lockpicking kit
A bunch of electrical replacement parts
A blanket he occasionally wears over everything else, that was white with blue borders, quilt-style

Personality:
To be roleplayed? He's unique. Really.

History:
Ask him about it!

[User]
April muttered as the captain left, "It's Reaver threats, now? Someone needs some alone time."

The pilot listened to Benson's lengthy reply in silence, an expression of confusion steadily growing on her face. When he was finished she turned to address him. "The fuck is a qyoopy particle?" However, when she saw him curled up in a ball, his face a mask of horror, her tone softened. "Hey, easy chief. It's all good. Good to know you can actually talk, yeah? I'm glad you picked this ship too." She smiled and turned back to the controls, giggling slightly at the robotic announcement. "Heh. Thanks, little partner, I was sorta wonderin." Her expression grew flat again. "But seriously, tell me next time you fuck the ship over."

Hannah arrived then and plopped down in a seat, and April spared the girl a warm smile. She didn't really understand the vacant demolitionist, but she could appreciate her endless cheeriness and penchant for breaking things. At least someone appreciated the work she did flying the ship. April listened to the girl's response and nodded, brows furrowed.

She let out a great breath and spoke. "Gee. Chance, prison, potentials... I don't really think about things like that. But if I had to say... I reckon I'd say space is freedom. You can go anywhere, do anything you want, see anything you want. It's a... a chance for a new start, for all of us. A place we can go where nobody can tell us what to think or do or say. Where we can... live the way we was meant to. Free and easy, without big governments and judges and captains getting their dicks in our business, fuckin' things up for all of us." She paused. "Not makin' sense, am I?"

[Assistant]
Being in the black made Iean a little more introspective. He entered his room to find a book about Buddhism. He then went to the hold and sat on the gang plank facing the hold. Reading helped to pass the time during the long trips. The heart of gold was a good design. The ways that the walls in the hold where the center of the ships frame work made Iean believe that his thoughts would spread to the rest of the compartments like a heart pushes blood. The book was one of his favorites. He read the others too, but the simplicity of Buddhism was what helped Iean believe in the good of others.

After a good long while Iean closed the book. He used the teachings more to himself then others. It helped center him. To focus less on the quiet vibration of the engine pushing him further into the black. This was Iean's time. The time to watch the other people sharing the space and learn from them what he could about their personalities and styles. Iean would sit quietly and listen to the voices around him. Not just the crew but the engineer who built these ships. There was a story in each rivet and weld. The creativity of the pioneering spirit was written in this ship. He was never the type to push belief on others but when the situation warranted his attention then he would apply the lesson. Standing to stretch his legs he started to do some yoga.

[User]
Captain stopped in her tracks, a faint smell of burning wafting to her senses causing her heart beat to quicken and her breath to stop. Pale eyes froze as her pupils dialated.

 "Gorram," she muttered as she sprang from her spot, boots falling heavy on the cat walk, echoing through the ship as she ran. Down the steps in a single leap before darting to the next cat walk. Then it a happened, a thunderous vibrated tore through the ship and Captain was flung from the cat walk, catching a railing and dangling twenty feet in the air above the cargo bay area. The alarm started blarring through the Heart of Gold.

 Swinging precariously she pulled a foot up and pressed it to the side of the metal floor and pulled herself back up. Wiping the blood from her lip she ran towards the engine room, the main stabilizer on fire as th room filled with smoke.

 "April!!! Land this Gorram ship now! Engine is on fire!" she screamed into the com before grabbing the fire extinguisher and trying to put the flames out.

[Assistant]
The ship shook and he was bashed against the railing. "I just prayed over that engine before we left." He shook his head after being knocked around. Getting to his feet and watching the Captain swing back to safety Iean rushed up the stairs. When he smelled smoke from the environmental's he rushed to the emergency fire extinguisher. Running to the rear he tried to insure the fire wouldn't spread. Iean hoped no one was back there.

Pressing the comms he shouted. "Is anyone in the engine room? We got fire!" He was going to learn more of this ships emergency shut offs if he lived through this. As he waited he said a silent prayer in the hopes no one was back there.

[User]
Lying down on the dusty ground, a man in a suit. Other people would know very well who he was, one of the political figures of the Alliance. Heaving a heavy sigh, the man reached for his upper back, pulling off some skin. Peeling over his head, a rubbery mask with hair like follicles stuck in it and perfect features of the political figure came off. With the mask off, a man with unusual green hair was seen. It was the master of disguise, Rune. Still lying down, and taking in a deep breath, "Well, pissed off the residents here plenty with this guy" he thought aloud. "Now then, what to ..."

His attention turned to a flaming ball of fire in the sky. Squinting his eyes to get a better view, it seemed to be a ship, on fire. "Hm... maybe I could use this as a chance to leave." Rune said to himself, getting up. Heading back to a hotel he had rented out, he found his usual mask. The look of an older man, with black hair and a thinner face. His face does not become thinner upon wearing the mask, it was just that the features gave the illusion of a thin face. Adjusting, and massaging his facial muscles, he smiled, frowned and did various facial expressions, making sure the mask was moving evenly, and with precision. Everything was looking fine.

Instead of his usual suit, Rune decided to wear the spare mechanic clothes he had for another job.

Given that the ship he had seen looked like it was on fire and not just burning in atmo, it was probably the easiest way to sneak in, without being charged to board. Taking a book out, he quickly studied up on engines and ships. Hopefully it isn't anything that I can't handle he thought, grabbing some spare tools in a toolbox he had, heading out towards the approximate landing site of the ship. Hopefully they have a capable pilot that could actually land the gorram thing

[Assistant]
April's eye spasmed as she saw the emergency notification begin to flash red on her console. "Oh for fuck's fucking FUCK!" she shouted into the intercom as she banked back into the atmosphere. The engine sputtered and flared out as the ship descended, sending it tilting awkwardly to the side. "Cyrus! I am going to WHIP your ASS for this!"

An orange fireball appeared around the speeding ship as it nosedived towards the ground, engines still dying loudly. April had just managed to straighten the ship to a slower descent when another massive kick sent it diving again.

The ground of the planet was getting closer now, the ship's descent speeding up. April yanked back hard in an attempt to level out, well aware that she might be blowing the rest of the engines as she did so. Fuck it, better stuck than dead... probably.

"Minus two minutes to landing, Heart of Gold! All yall belt the fuck onto something, this is gonna suuuuuuuuuck!" April pulled the ship back and sent the rear forward at the same time, leveling the ship out into a rapid downward glide. The dusty ground was quite visible now. "Twenty seconds. Fifteen seconds. Ten seconds. Five seconds. BRACE!"

The ship made contact with the earth and ground to a halt, digging a long rut in the dirt. Not a great landing, but they were in one piece - which, in that kind of situation, was about as much as could be hoped for.

April rose out the chair and fell into one of her piles of junk that had been sprayed all over by the landing. She rubbed a black eye where a particularly heavy memento from her home had flown into her face and groaned. "... Fuck me."

[User]
Hannah had been sitting quietly, but a curious look crossed her face and she raised her head, eyes narrowing as her nose wrinkled. She sniffed, turning her head towards the entrance to the 'pit and tilting her head to the side.

"Do y'all smell smoke, or...?"

Her question was cut off as the ship shuddered, the cockpit doused in red lights as alarms started to blare. Hannah gaped for a moment, then leaped to her feet, stumbling as the deck jerked under her feet again. Without a word to April or Benson, she bolted out of the bridge on a beeline for the cargo hold.

The engine was on fire, yes, that was bad. The engine fire reaching her crates full of explosives...yeah, that would be worse.

Unfortunately, when April's shouts to belt in came over the intercom, Hannah had just managed to reach the hold. Her eyes widened and she dived for the railing of the catwalks—just in time, too. Her feet left the ground as the Heart of Gold crashlanded, and she gave a rather undignified squeak as her arms wrapped around the railing. She hung on for dear life as the metal underneath her feet shook like the ship itself was coming apart. Hannah narrowly avoided being thrown to the hold itself, ten feet down, only by executing a twisting maneuver and throwing herself back onto the catwalk. Unfortunately, she could also feel the moment her ankle twisted under her and gave alarmingly.

"Scheisse—" she hissed, grabbing her foot out of reflex as the ship finally dragged to a halt. Biting down hard on her lip, she hauled herself to her feet to the nearest intercom, watching the (so far undamaged) door from the cargo hold to the engine room warily.

"What the heck just happened? Anybody?" she demanded, leaning against the wall and having to stretch up just to reach the speaker on the wall, other foot raised gingerly in the air.

[Assistant]
Benson just stared at the rest of the people in the bridge. Fire? That's... not good. Good thing it can't be caused by a program malfunction... actually, it can. Ben was slightly nervous at this thought, wondering if, perhaps, his programming was not as good as he thought it was, and a flaw somehow made the engine malfunction. But he didn't do anything that related to the engine's systems; he only set up firewalls and control programs to control what orders the engine receives... which could, in theory, also cause a malfunction. Anything could cause a malfunction.

Malfunctions was a horrible word. Benson wished it didn't exist.

So Benson the technician spent the first half of the free fall to the planet's surface in a sort of zoned-out state, deciding whether or not it was good or bad to have the word malfunction. The word malfunction does, after all, have a bit of a negative connotative meaning. But then again, if they didn't have the word malfunction, what if there was a word- that Benson didn't know- that was even worse than malfunction, and was used more often?

Then Benson realized, with growing terror, that the great flat thing that was once round in the view windows (which now filled the view windows) was very, very close, in relative. That is to say, it sunk in that they were falling, and that gravity was bringing them down, and something went wrong with the engines.

Speaking of which, why is the engine in the very back of the ship? The engines should be in the... engines, where the thrusters are, so that they can produce thrust. But what if it were the reactor, and the thrusters were those EM drives that were really prominent around the time that the Fireflies were still used? No, EM drives were silents; these engines were very clearly fuel-burners.

Then Garry jumped on Benson's face, the ship jerked, lurched, and everything went dark as Benson jerked forward, held tight only by the seat's harness, and hit a console in front of him. Garry went flying, hit the view windows, and his hard, domed back shattered, leaving Garry as a broken mess, his 'spine' severed. The little bot was completely dead, with its motherboard broken in half, a shard of the dome straight through it, lying on the floor at the very tip of the nose of the bridge.


[System]
Appearance: Short sun bleached hair and heavily tanned skin. 5' 1" , Pudgy

Age:14

Personality:
 Outside of the Archer, Krista is cheerful and optimistic. However she honestly feels that it is better to be blunt now rather than mince words and wait for a misunderstanding to form. This has led to more than a few hurt feelings with her peers. While she does enjoy group activities, she shies away from one on one interactions. However she is noticeably colder when preparing for a mission or in the Archer, sometimes dismissing personal and emotional problems with derision.

Motive to live: Revenge, protect her remaining family.

Background:
 Krista was on a docked cargo ship owned by her cousin Richard when the Cruxi attacked her home-world. Richard locked her and cousins Jess and brother Martel into the ship's security room while the ship tried to deal with the influx of refugees. Between the security feeds in the security room and news broadcasts, she had a front row seat to the chaos the Cruxi caused. In addition, watching her family home get destroyed while she watched imbued a sense of helplessness that sent her spiraling into despair.
 While a few members of her family managed to make it off the planet safely, it wasn't until she learned of the Framewerk program that she managed to pull herself out of her depression. Now she can do something. Now she doesn't need to sit idly by watching others die.

Notable Deaths:
 Her family's farmstead was destroyed as she watched through the video call Martel had made in a desperate attempt to warn their parents. She also remembers watching as the ship she was on left people on the ground as it took off.

Framewerk Code Name: Archer

Source
(Just pretend that the guy isn't there. This is more for the general shape of the machine)

Signature Weapon System:
Anti Material Projectile - Thermal Type(A.M.P.T.T.) Cannon, also known as the Slag Cannon. This is a modified rail gun that can fire superheated metal, typically tungsten, to melt through armor. The large amount of heat this generates limits the (Safe) firing rate for the weapon. Typically a technique known as "Time on Target" is used to increase the effectiveness of the first shot by following it up with one or more conventional rail-gun shots. The Archer's Prometheus Fire Control System automates the rapid loading and firing of these follow up shots, but they are more inaccurate than the initial shot due to recoil.

Secondary Weapon System:
Prometheus Fire Control System:
This system allows the Archer to track and predict enemy movements to a limited degree. While it isn't true prescience, it uses an advanced suite of sensors and adaptive computer models to develop the situational awareness to predict a target's movements. The system is also designed to learn from experience, so the more it is used the better the predictive models get and thus the system becomes more effective. It is primarily used to help the Archer's pilot to aim the main gun and handle the reloading of the main gun. The actual aim adjustment and pulling of the trigger are still done by the pilot. While it allows the Archer to accurately hit targets at remarkable ranges when both the target and Archer are stationary, movement of either the Archer or target reduces the accuracy of system remarkably. Typically this reduces the system to providing predictions (i.e. 80% of the shots fired will land in this particular area) of likely points of impact in most combat situations.

Hornet Nest Point Defense System:
Primarily a defensive system, there are several hidden missile pods located all over the Archer. At a moment's notice one or more missiles can be fired off to intercept incoming enemy fire with kinetic impact weapons, which are essentially large darts. While this is mainly to protect the Archer from return fire while on the move, the system can attack other targets such as airborne threats with less efficacy as the Hornet Nest missiles lack the explosive damage of conventional missile load-outs.

Armor Type:
Heavy. The heavy hitting nature of the main gun puts the Archer at the top of the enemy's list of targets, necessitating heavy protection. The Archer has been equipped with experimental armor that gives the same protection as conventional heavy armor while still allowing the heat from its main gun to dissipate. However the Archer still requires support to deal with close range engagements, as it is slower than most bipedal Framewerks and lacks a strong close range defense.

Special Ability: N/A

Current Synchro: 80%

[User]
Koehler looked as the Black Komodo seemed to have went dumb or something, was Miles wearing his plug-suit? ...He probably wasn't. Was he having a concussion in there? The others (mainly Elora) began to speak and it was now obvious Miles was disabled for the fight. "Uhh... Uhh.. is... is anyone else freaking out?! What is this? I can't fucking think straight in this thing, what the hell is happening? Wh-what-... Ah fuck it! I'm thinking too hard."

"I... where the hell are the others? Who do you think I should be hitting? Hmm... Uhm... where'd that one- the Caliburn- is that still around?", his Frame looks around, just as oddly confused as its' pilot. He began to think, God DAMNIT, what's happening to me? Wh-why is everything so hazy? Nothing makes sense right now! Too much is happening....

Koehler saw Elora begin flying off, something about a trap? "Eaaaugh... is anyone else feeling like complete and utter shit right now? Damn, it's... I'm going crazy! This sucks!, Koehler complained while following Elora. "Nothing is..", is all he let out. Soon, they arrived at 'Zone C', and Koehler was still suffering from this strange, clouded feeling. Shit happened, is all Koehler could say to himself, when Elora said that Ryan is trapped, in great distress. "Uhh... yeah... I.. I can handle that!". Koehler had a spout of 'Ohh now I get it' when he realized mines were everywhere and something exploded. Koehler hovered over the mines with Elora, and soon flew over to above Ryan, still in his dreamlike state, barely aware of anything else.

He then quietly noticed the Caliburn, yet decided to try and get Ryan out first. He grabbed Ryans' werk by the shoulders and tried to use its' boosters to help get him off the ground. "...Elora... don't you have little lasers on your drone? Cut him out...", he soon realized. Koehler suddenly screamed.

"GOD DAMNIT LET ME GET A HOLD OF MYSELF!". He dropped Ryan, wildly shook his head, and breathed in and out, slowly. "Why's that happen anyway? Does anyone else do that stupid shit?" He stopped regulating himself,"ugh... Sorry... for y'know, geeking out...Don't do drugs, kids. That's what happens!", he joked, mainly to himself. Fucking drugs.

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Damn-! Lora seethed in witness of the shot's yield. The particle cannon had easily taken off the lower end of Macabre's free arm off, but at the current standings it did little to impede the foe otherwise. With thrusters and sword arm still well intact, the ultra-light Frame lunged forth to hack at Caliburn. This wasn't going to get much batter anytime soon, Lora dreaded...

Regardless of the threat, Caliburn stood its ground, raising the shield in anticipation of Macabre's melee assault. The flurry of Visceral's slashes hit harder, the shield's reinforced armor plating unable to withstand the ferocity of each slash. As Caliburn's guard was broken by the over-sized katana, so too was the left arm on which the shield was mounted. Tit for tat, then- until Ryan followed up with a jarring knee strike that slammed Lora's Framewerk in the torso, pushing them both a few meters.

Somewhere below the two dueling machines, one of the glue mines detonated.

Lora was surprised and slightly horrified when the Framewerk's legs were unable to move as she commanded. The skirmish must have set off one of the mine, which now left Calibunr at a yet greater disadvantage to the more agile swordfighter. That thought, however, only lasted until she too realized that Ryan was stuck in the same trap, struggling to move and break free from the sticky substance. It left Lora with mere sweat-laden moments on how to proceed, fighting an enemy that still has a serious weapon superiority over her. How could she ever turn the tides to her favor...?

Her left arm was crippled, which meant she had no chance of stopping that blade. The secondary weapons system would take to long to arm, even if it would be effective at this point. She was able to use the Lighstriker like a blade or spear, but that risked ruining the weapon for the rest of the battle (never mind the fact that Visceral was far stronger anyways). That only left the missile system, but the missiles were weak, not suited for fighting a typical Framewerk.

Two blips zoned in on where Lora and Ryan were held down, and Lora realized she had to act now. Left little better option, the pilot gunned down the trigger button for both launchers, sending six missiles rocketing toward the opposite Frame. Against Macabre's ultra-light armor, perhaps this truly was her best chance yet.

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He did it! He managed to get his vines around the legs and even up the arms long enough to give her the shot and she took it. The werk rocked from the blow and shut down. Suddenly his vines spasmed and released the frame. Synchronism drop? No, wireless hacking from one of the bullets? No, but great idea!

"Diagnostique!"

Apparently he had been remote accessed but not hacked, a failsafe installed to prevent accidental collateral damage. In moments his arms were his own again as Komodo plummeted to the earth when Archer chimed on his com with a few others.

"Thanks for the help."

"Oui, Merci. So, What say we four team for the now and we can ro-sham-bo for the winner? Just to irk the commanders. I think Diver would tell us what we are going to choose before us."

As he spoke, he followed after komodo but not at the breakneck speed, he used the height to his advantage to scan for activity in other areas. There seemed to be quite a bit, not to exclude a frame rising from the ocean with flaming fists. When he touched down, scanned the fallen warrior before drawing the chainsword from Komodo. It was broken, but it would be useful as the rifle from the one before. He hefted the gun from his thigh and put the broken sword in its place.

He spoke as he coasted over to archer to be beside her, trying to keep her protected as best he could.
"Anyone not wanting to fight, ten second immunity. Anyone who wants to fight, we count down to one together."

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As the smoke cleared, the green-ish energy from the Setsuka's hands continued to glow, indicating that the T system was still in effect.

One thing that troubled and even relieved Mai was her "lack of presence". Even in her framework, it just seemed that she frequently get's ignored...well not entirely. The big mouth Miles acknowledged her presence before this whole thing started but now, he was most likely in the infirmary...

That's when Mai heard the open comm link chatter about, of all inefficient things, a ten second rule since it seemed the alliances were over now that the field of battle got narrowed down some.

"...inefficient...do you think the Cruxi will give you that kind of an honorable battle?", Mai droned on the open channel.

But then, she stated this.

"...but acting like this will surely single me out...so...I accept your terms", she then droned.

Now, she had to make another choice...go to Zone D to get out of the "Recon Drone's" sight or go back to Zone B and use the pilliars as cover to force hand-to-hand and close quarters battles. Obviously, D would be the choice but that'll draw all sorts of attention on her since all the other pilots would know that she could use the underground tunnels to possibly pop out of anywhere and ambush unsuspecting pilots.

But there was a part of her...for some reason, she wanted to at least challenge one of these pilots...something that NEVER crossed her mind since she was trained to win...to kill...by any means necessary..."fair play" was something her old Framework division heavily frowned upon.

"...I accept anyone ready to risk their life against me...", Mai droned and thrusted off immedately, heading for Zone B.

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"Oui, Merci. So, What say we four team for the now and we can ro-sham-bo for the winner? Just to irk the commanders. I think Diver would tell us what we are going to choose before us."

Krista watched as the Komodo fell out of the Rose's grasp and land on the ground below.

 "Ouch. I hope he's alright," she thought.

The Rose coasted over to the Archer before settling between the Archer and the other Werks. Romeo's voice came over the communications channels.
"Anyone not wanting to fight, ten second immunity. Anyone who wants to fight, we count down to one together."

Krista could tell that it was directed at the group. She opened a line to Romeo.  "I don't think Command is going to let the battle be decided by rock-paper-scissors, but I do appreciate the reprieve. I want to head over to Zone E, but I want to know what you are thinking."

Romeo smiled as he could still control his facial muscled while till paralyzed from the neck down in his pod. He had gotten the opportunity for vengeance early in and felt better for it. Now he could keep archer safe without distraction and who would it be to open a private link now than her at that moment.

 "I don't think Command is going to let the battle be decided by rock-paper-scissors, but I do appreciate the reprieve. I want to head over to Zone E, but I want to know what you are thinking."

I think that as long as we keep together, we can take on the universe. I would prefer the plains as we have clear field of vision in all directions. But. If YOU want to go to E, then WE go to E.

Krista an affirmative noise. "Alright then, I'll leave first. Cover me please."  She had the Archer head away from the group while keeping the Archer's main gun pointed in their general direction. Activating the Archer's thrusters, Krista flies into Zone G and lands at the base of the massive piliar. She turns the Archer around and places it to her back. "Romeo, I am waiting for you in Zone G. I'll try to cover you while you get over here."


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Age: 18

Gender: Male

Nationality/Birthplace: Fire Nation, Khimori Village

Current Residence: Republic City, Panther Lily Residential District

Appearance:

Occupation: Thief, Avatar

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Theme: Thief - Imagine Dragons

History:
 Katsu's birth presented a bit of a conundrum for the Order of the White Lotus; an Avatar born in an era of peace wasn't needed quite as much as before. What should they do then? Take him from his home? Or leave him be and let him grow up in a normal life. It was a hard decision, but a choice needed to be made and ultimately a compromise was reached. Katsu would indeed be trained, but in the comfort of his own home village rather than being whisked away. His parents liked the idea, and initially Katsu had no problems with the arrangement. As he got older however he began to have quite a different opinion on the matter.

 How was he supposed to keep his identity as the Avatar a secret when these strange men followed him everywhere? His family wasn't well off and yet he had escorts, was waited on like nobility and provided for whatever he needed. Any other child may have been enamored with the treatment and yet Katsu came to resent it immensely. He had no autonomy like this, and it was near impossible to get away to have some time on his own. Pretty quickly being in the comfort of his own village meant little, it was every bit a prison as moving away would have been. The only solution in his mind then was to leave, abandon the Lotus' training and his parents in favor of a freer lifestyle, a lifestyle he would find in Republic City.

 It was an ideal plan on paper, but upon arriving in Republic City it became quickly apparent he hadn't thought things through entirely. Here he was, hundreds of miles from home, with hardly a coin to his name and nowhere to stay. What little money he'd saved up over the years had near all been spent on the boat ticket, so now Katsu found himself in a dilemma. He unsuccessfully tried getting jobs here and there but was turned down constantly, and returning home was not an option. At the age of 13 he settled on doing the only thing he could in order to survive: theft. Republic City certainly had its fair share of criminals, so he would only be one amongst the crowd. Or he might have been if he didn't have something of a superiority complex. He was going to be a thief, but he wanted to be the thief. He would join whatever group he could find and work his way up, and from there he'd be somebody. He'd live life how he wanted, do what he wanted, and get what he wanted without the meddling of the Order of the White Lotus.

 Much as he might have resented the White Lotus he had to be grateful for all the training they had given him. With both bending and martial training of the highest caliber he was an exceptional fighter, a fact that helped him climb the ranks of the gang he eventually joined. Nimble, strong and a capable bender he ascended to the second hand of the gang within two years, and not long thereafter he succeeded the previous leader. Granted… The gang had all of twenty members, many around his own age, but he still managed to succeed them all. Renaming the gang the Khimori Bandits after his hometown, Katsu began a life of "luxury". The Khimori Bandits amassed a fair fortune in a matter of a year, and yet Katsu kept very little of the coin for himself. It was never the money he was after, he'd argue, but the thrill and delight that came along with the act of theft. Even now he remains one of the poorer members of his gang in spite of being the leader, and he tends to carry out as many jobs as his best associates.

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Hiresh scowled, shaking his head. Don't talk to me like I'm stupid - I'm just doing my job. I'd have advised against it anyway... But he kept his mouth shut and continued tagging along, keeping himself ready for another attack. Seemed like those guys might still be regrouping and getting back on the prowl. Even on the boat, Hiresh had to keep alert.

Siku blinked and shook her head, "I... Can't say that I have, Katsu. But..." She shrugged and followed his gaze out to the water, "I mean... All things considered - are you ever in real danger? I might have made fun of you, but you're a really good fighter and you managed to hide for a long time... You even told me you liked how you were living, right? So... I think you could find something like that again. You're adaptable, it's a good trait to have. I'm not," She said with a small laugh, "I know water is supposed to be the element of change, but... God if something breaks from the norm, I have a lot more difficulty taking care of it than I like to admit..."

Finally, she nodded and sighed, "Just because you don't assign them meaning, doesn't mean they're empty," Siku said softly, pushing off of the railing and finding her own place on the boat to wait. Finally, they were on the island and Asha led them to a small hut where they were going to be staying.

Siku looked to the small Airbender and around the room, "Hey, Asha - for those of us actually allowed to be out and about, is there a bath somewhere? In the hut or outside... I could really use a wash and a change of clothes," She confessed, looking herself over with a frown, Papa's gonna kill me...

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Nothing got by Hideki tonight. No, he'd been in Republic City for weeks now; the other Grandmasters of the Lotus had all agreed that, despite his opposition, they would move to retrieve Katsu and safely return him to the compound. It was time for his training to resume, he'd had his fun and Yakedo had been putting it off long enough. They knew he was safe, they could get to him, but the Grand Lotus continued to encourage him living a life of his own choice, learning his own path. Their biggest argument against him was Katsu's turn to thievery - it wasn't fair. After such a sheltered life, of course he turned to debauchery and mischief. Katsu never stole something beyond a petty little trinket and he was just rebelling. There was no harm in it, really. The operation was tonight and the Lotus had eyes everywhere. The problem? Hideki didn't trust a majority of his agents.

The Grand Lotus was not a part of the operation itself, but he was in Republic City to oversee the immediate events. For about two weeks, he'd been here, keeping his eyes peeled for anything he could. But on Air Temple Island, he had his own connections - both White Lotus "auxiliary" agents and old friends - which he needed to touch base with. The news reached him in minutes - one of the members of the squad who'd been turned on in apprehending Katsu got to the island quickly. He was an airbender, which lent itself to his speedy arrival. Hideki took the news is stride; he was prepared, this was why he was here. In that precise moment, he decided it was time for the Lotus to dissolve and would be doing so in the coming weeks. Now, however, he had to take care of Katsu. The next news came from Bo, not more than an hour later, to tell them that he'd just transported several newcomers across the water to the island - one of them matching Katsu's description. One of the nomads spoke up next, having recognized Asha's description, he told the Grand Lotus exactly where he figured she would take them.

The small band of "fugitives" weren't hard to find. Hideki strode down the small path leading to the hut with conviction. Arriving at the door, he lifted a hand and knocked thrice, "Katsu, it's Master Yakedo. I think we need to talk..." He said, confident that Katsu would recognize his voice in the same moment and if not, he'd see him when the door opened. "Without your friends, please? Take a walk?"

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Asha giggled a little when Siku had asked if there was a bath or something that she could use; they all could use some soaking after being in the sewers for such a long time. "Sure, there is one in the hut, just let me go and start a fire outside, it will warm the water up." Asha smiled as she went to go to the door to go out back and start the flames, but was interrupted by three knocks on the door and the sound of a man, asking for Katsu.

The brunette cocked her head to the side and quickly turned around and looked at everyone else. How did someone know they were here? Were they that noisy coming down here? Asha was at a loss for words, as she didn't want to tell the man no, Katsu wasn't here if it was someone who Katsu held in high regards...she was just downright confused.

"How did anyone know we were here? Ugh...did Bo tell them?" Asha smacked a hand against her forehead and puffed her cheeks out in irritation; if something seemed suspicious at all, of course there would be someone to snitch. Bo wasn't a bad person by any means...so someone must have asked him for information...someone must have known that they were coming over here in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Katsu," She whispered before standing back from the door to let Katsu make his decision on whether or not to take the old man up on his offer.

She briefly wondered what this Yakedo man looked like, but was also scared that this man was going to force Katsu to do something he didn't want to.

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Katsu could see what the Water Bender was trying to do for him, he wasn't blind, but no words were going to cheer him up right now. Whether he went back to his home in Republic City wasn't the question, it was whether he ever could have a peace of mind again. He'd thought perhaps foolishly that he was free from the White Lotus, free from their prying eyes, yet evidently they'd known he was there all along. What had they seen? How much of his life had been observed? Feeling uncomfortable he crossed his arms tighter, grabbing at his biceps as he looked out over the water somberly. "That's just the thing though, I hid. All I can do is run and hide..." Katsu responded, sighing as his eyes drooped half-closed, "Adaptable or not, it takes time, Siku, and time may not be a luxury I have if they're after me..." The clock was ticking to get as far from the White Lotus as he could, and he doubted that just being out on the island was going to be enough. How long until they made it out here, he wondered. Minutes? Hours? The discomfort of being hunted made him terribly anxious and paranoid.

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The girls could go bathe first, Katsu was in no particular hurry. At current he was simply sitting along the wall of the hut, legs crossed and away from everyone else. Only Koinu kept him company for the time being, curled up in his lap and occasionally lapping at his master's hand or nuzzling against him to try and cheer him up. He felt even worse than he already did upsetting his pet, if such a thing were possible, but he couldn't do much to lift his mood. What a lousy day this had turned out to be, and he'd barely gotten to say farewell to his gang either; a few members he wouldn't miss too much, but most of them were quite close, like family, and it hurt to have to vanish for an indefinite amount of time without saying goodbye. He didn't know who was going to run things in his absence, but he knew he couldn't worry about that now, it was well out of his hands.

Katsu's eyes had begun to grow somewhat heavy from exhaustion when he heard Koinu yelp in alert, lifting his head and frowning disconcertingly. Was the White Lotus here already? Damn it all, they had only been here for about half an hour, how had they been tracked so quickly? Holding his pet against his chest protectively he rose to his feet, eying the door uneasily as he pepped himself up just enough to fight. Expecting the door to simply be blown down he frowned when someone instead knocked, eyebrows raising hearing the voice on the other side. Master Yakedo? But how? When? Of course the old man somehow found him, he should know better than to think he could escape Yakedo. While he held no personal grudge against his former teacher he felt wary due to his association, and therein of itself was enough reason to not respond at first. Looking over at Asha when she apologized he shook his head, a hard line forming on his lips as he slowly approached the door. "Don't be... Not your fault."

There was probably no helping this confrontation, and it was best that he just go along with it if they really were here for him. These three were already in the thick of it, he couldn't well get into a brawl and start destroying things to save his own skin, not on the island. Pausing at the door briefly he psyched himself up for potentially being taken away, inhaling deeply before finally reaching out and opening the door. Katsu expected an entourage of White Lotus, yet to his surprise only Master Yakedo stood there. A bit baffled by this he stepped out of the hut, looking around curiously as Koinu seemed to be sniffing the air for the same purpose. When neither could find anyone else he relaxed, if only slightly, looking back to the old man warily. "Okay, I'm coming, but you had better not let your goons attack them, wherever they are. They have nothing to do with this." He felt crappy enough already, no reason to get someone else hurt because of him.


[System]
Alias: Aurora
Age: 28
Personality: Confident, Pragmatic, Guile, Caustic, Mischievous
Archetype: Metahuman, Legacy Hero

Powers: Photokinesis
Light Absorption & Generation – The root of her powers, a passive ability that allows her to absorb and store photons around her, and release them from her body. Activating her powers makes her body radiates a low glow weak enough that it doesn't hurt people's eyes, but strong enough that it can mask her features, an added bonus that allows her to wear costume without a stuffy mask.

Photokinetic Flight – When flying she leaves a faint trail of free floating glowing air similar to her own unique light structure. Many have compared the trail to the Aurora Borealis lights.

Light Mimicry – Much like her father she can also turn into a pure light being, but unlike her father she can only do so when moving, allowing her to only be intangible to pass through porous objects or things with gaps. When in her light form she resembles her own body, but with light flowing out of her resembling the northern lights.

Photo-telekineis – She can release her stored up photokinetic energy in variable sizes, shaped, and concentration allowing her to move objects, make rough and fluid shapes out of them for attack and defense. Her control and output is less solid, but has more natural force and push allowing her to blow things away with a wave, or create torrents of light like a cannon blasting through walls. And it is much more delicate and elegant allowing her to perform more fine manipulation of external things by wrapping them in her photokinetic energy to restrain people, and bind objects.

Weaknesses:
Energy Depletion – Her powers are solely dependent on how much light she has been exposed to and how much she can store. This essentially makes her a living battery susceptible to running out of energy when she uses her powers excessively. This effect is negligible during daylight or whenever she has a constant stream of light, but at night or when she is an area lacking natural sources of light there is a high possibility of her running out of light.

Vulnerability – She is incapable of putting out an endless stream of light energy around her body that provides her with a powerful defensive shield from all angles. The most that she can manage are her barriers which she has to actively maintain. This leaves her defenseless at most times forcing her to rely on her flight and light mimicry to dodge compared to her father who relies more on his outlandish power output to overpower his enemies.

Construct Creation Incapable - The biggest flaw in her powers is it is not solid. Her father and grandfather released immensely concentrated photonic energy to a point that it became solid and hard, and maintained shape even outside of their body allowing them to create realistic constructs with destructive concussive and cutting forces. The output that she is capable of releasing is more akin to flowing water, fluid, strong when concentrated, but will otherwise dissipate when she releases her focus.

Appearance:

art by machinegunkicks

Powered Up - Her body will radiate a faint blue, violet, and pink glow, the intensity of which is reflected by how much power she has left and how much power she is currently using. When activated the light is strong enough that it can mask her features.

Civilian - When not in costume or powered up Aurora looks much like her father. They both share the same red hair and many freckles dotting their faces, shoulders, and arms. She is quite tall, 6'0" last she checked with a lithe frame with decent muscle tone indicative of someone who partakes in regular exercise.

Character Evolution: Aurora is still very new and an inexperienced hero. She's never had to deal with the type of villain's league members have had to deal with, and this will undoubtedly cause her to doubtful her abilities and what it really means to be a hero. Balancing her career, her civilian life, and her duties as a hero is quite the task, something that Aurora has little experience in, and it will force her to abandon and question her current relationships in and out of the costume especially her marriage. The biggest thing she has to learn how to deal with is that she has never really played well with others, and now that she's part of the league it'll be real challenge to give up control.

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BRIEF Bio:
Different from her father and grandfather, that is what Aurora has always been.

The original Ray, her grandfather was militaristic, authoritative, arrogant, and was never a part of her life. The Ray, her father was mischievous, carefree, optimistic, and did not want the hero life thrust upon him onto Aurora. Aurora's father trained her and taught her just enough to use her powers as to not hurt others around them, but never had any interest in superheroics.

She was raised and grew up rich and well taken care of. She went to private schools, had a well-to-do upbringing, and was supported by her parents. She had her streak of teenage mischief, but it was never truly that bad. She was intent on pursuing her own path as a healer, an EMT, and a very good one at that.

Aurora had no interest in being a superhero, but the apple does not fall far from the proverbial tree after all. It was not an easy transition, she had no desire to be a hero before, but she was always a person who wanted to help. When her father, The Ray, beloved and celebrated hero of Philadelphia and ally of the Justice League retired due to old age, within days Aurora realized that their city needed a hero. There were other heroes in their city, but Aurora knew none of them could truly inspire hope like The Ray. She had the training and the skill set, and most of all the desire to help others. It was a very rough start, but with the help and advise of her father she would land on her own foot and eventually get the attention of the Justice League, it helped that her father of course was notable hero who put in a good word.

Notes:
- She is married to a wonderful husband who knows about her life as Aurora.
- She still works as an EMT even though she has access to a fairly large trust fund.
- She has a younger brother in college, and two younger twin sisters in high school, all three of whom have powers as well.
- She often snuck out and did graffiti as a teen. She still does some painting on the side to fulfill her creative needs.
- Her mother is a successful neurosurgeon.
- Her father focused on building his business after retiring.

Sample Post:

"Well clearly something bad happened here" Aurora said to herself in a whisper.

She was new to the Justice League, and a new hero but it wouldn't have taken an experienced hero to figure out there was something wrong with the scenario she was placed. Alone in what is essentially the home of the Justice League means that either something bad must have happened or someone hijacked her teleportation.

Without thought she activated her powers. Faint blue, pink, and violet lights emanated from her signaling her course of action. She took off in a slow, but steady float off. Her first course of action was to head to the main area and find a computer terminal, it should have some information as to what happened. At the most she hoped to find where everyone else was. In an ideal scenario they would all just be in a break or a large meeting requiring everyone's presence, but what was more likely to have happened is far more sinister.

"This is turning out to be quite a troublesome first day." Aurora said to herself with a hint of a smirk forming as she said it to no one. She wasn't the type to talk to herself, but she supposed it calmed her nerves somewhat.

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The Rushed and Hungry...

"Just give me a minute Carter!"

Ted was frantically working away at his armour, pumping it full of energy and hoping it didn't start growing out of hand. His hands worked diligently as he poked and prodded the cracks in his red armour, watching them fill themselves in with a red ethereal glow.

"Champion's almost done with the food and nearly everybody's here already Ted!" Booster Gold exclaimed through Ted's earpiece as he sat at the Watchtower computer with his finger hovering impatiently over the teleport button. Glancing back at the security cameras directed at the kitchen and dining area, Micheal made an annoyed sigh before turning back to the comms.

"I'm callin' it Ted, just wear the broken pieces and you can finish it up after lunch." BG explained as he pushed the button only to be met with an error. "Hey Ted, something's up with the teleporter." Booster Gold asked as he began to look into the error.

Meanwhile Ted smiled as he turned his attention away from his smartphone and back to his nearly fully repaired armour. "You might need to try exiting out of the program and logging back in. It's a pretty common thing with Kord operating systems. Especially when your dealing with something as complicated as the teleporter. Ted explained as he finished filling the last crack in his armour. As Micheal booted up the teleporter program again, Ted put on his newly repaired armour and pressed another button on his phone before stashing it in his pocket. Ted turned to his old grandfather clock, seemingly checking for something, just as Carter began to transport Ted to the tower.

Ted swivelled his head back to a forwards facing position as he dashed for the kitchen in the hopes of still managing to make it to the lunch/meeting on time. "Hey everybody" Ted said as he skidded into the kitchen "What's happening?".

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Warden takes a break from his computer, wheeling his chair so that he can look out the window. It was endless, the cascade of tragedies - human and environmental. He could only do so much. He was proud of his most recent ventures - he was truly coming into his own as an agent of the Justice League. After solving a string of murder cases in Washington State (some guy merged with an alien symbiote - fortunately, it was sound sensitive, otherwise he would have had no real way to stop it), he traveled to the amazon, and worked on taking down some of the illegal logging operations. He felt kinda bad doing it - these men didn't have a lot of other choices for their lives - but the life of the planet was worth even more than theirs were. Besides, it's not like they'd be in jail for long. Or at all. He grunted in annoyance. He really needed to start going after the corporations; they were the ones encouraging these violations most of the time. Problem is they had protections. Protections that might involve ...extralegal methods... to ensure that they didn't just get right back off stock free.

Sometimes he understood the villains...

His alarm went off, shaking him from his thoughts. Pulling out his phone, he enjoyed David Bowie's "Fame" for a few more seconds before shutting it off. He had gone over Negative Man's list, but it was, as usual, marginally useful at best. The sugar supply was far from the most important issue they had going on. He was far more concerned with the fact that the bots they use for training were dangerously vulnerable targets in the event of a breach of Tower security. It was a weird thought for him to have - usually not that tech minded - but he woke up the other day fully convinced of it. He sighed, grunting as he got up. It was nice to take the morning off after being back for the first time in a few weeks, but it'd be good to get back to business.

He wandered down to the meetingroom, glad to see that near everyone was already there. He leaned against a wall and took up his usual place; on the edge of conversation, listening. He was especially interested in how the new members integrated themselves into the group.

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Aurora belonged to the city. She acknowledged and understood the benefits of living with other heroes, but she refused them. The benefits existed, that much was sure, but she believed that her time would be better fit living among civilians. Within the city she could go on patrol whenever she could, planting fear in people who dared to even think that she wasn't there. Not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth Aurora still accepted the free room.

This particular day, the same day that the heroes are to have their weekly luncheon and meeting Aurora was already in her room. The day before, she and her husband had an argument. Beloved and awe-inspiring as they were as a couple they still needed their independence and days away from each other. Some nights are better than others, yesterday was bad. Healthy is what she thought about last night, couples fight.

Aurora's night post-feud was filled with booze. Requesting a boom tube right after buying a bottle of wine, which disappeared soon after she entered her room in the Metro Tower, her night turned into day without much effort. One moment she was in her room with one glass, next she was puking up and hungry for something greasy, a hangover she figured.

Hunger was well on its own way to ravishing her body by the time she was presentable enough for public viewing. Her destination was the meeting room, but on the way she'd stop by and get some food, something greasy and filling. Something she hoped would not feel too bad in the event that she had to puke. Hope was also something attached to feelings and thoughts related to shame over the fact that she had a hangover in the first week of work.

Aurora was still new, she didn't want to be "That Girl"
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, but the heroes inclined towards detection would know. The young hero's self-esteem wouldn't be affected by what's happening, but at the same time she believed that first impressions are important and a hangover version of herself wasn't as appeasing as her normal mode. Nonetheless she'd have to deal with it, and so did everyone else. She was here to stay and prove herself, and that means working with someone who has a hangover.


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Age: 22

Gender: Female

Personality: Merlou is a very kind, optimistic, and gentle person, often putting other's well being before her own. She is patient, yet a little passive aggressive if needed, but most times not as it's hard to anger or upset her, though it's easier for her to become sad if anything. She is carefree and prefers to take things slowly, having really no set goal in mind, but if she did, it would take some time to get there as Merlou tends to get distracted quite easily.

She has a habit of getting pretty clingy around those she finds attractive, which that would be women, and she can start to get a bit possessive as well, but she means no harm by it in any way. She is easily let down, but she is good at hiding her disappointment and other negative feelings behind a smile, which helps her move on quicker, though those feelings tend to linger around.

Merlou is an emotional somebody, and she really wants someone there that she can talk to, so she's on the lookout for someone to love, almost to where she's kind of a hopeless romantic. She loves to cuddle, preferably with women, but she'll take anyone who's willing, and she can be a bit airheaded at times, though she's trying her best.

She has almost a motherly sort of instinct, and will take care of those who are younger than her, bringing them under her wing. She is also an all together terrible liar, she gets all nervous and fidgety when lying, so she'd rather not say anything at all if it came down to it. Merlou is very loyal though, and a great friend especially for emotional support and will stick with others through hard times.

 She is loving and adventurous, although taking risks would be up to someone else. She's extroverted and loves to be with other people, and she tends to get lonely very often, almost becoming sort of anxious when by herself, so having a partner is very high on her to do list.

Biography: Born into a wealthy and large family of twelve, with her being the eldest daughter, Merlou competed in beauty pageants from a young age, earning many medals from the time she was seven to twelve years old. Her parents were often away on business trips, and although they had a nanny, Merlou ended up taking care of most of her younger siblings. It was around the same time that she knew she was lesbian, and very much so, but when she tried to tell her parents, they believed that it was just a phase that she was going through, and that she should be serious about that sort of thing and not play around. So, in response, she kept her feelings a secret from her family, not wanting to disappoint them in any way, she often pretended that she had a "boyfriend", just to please them, and the only lying situation that she was actually good at.

After graduating high school, she went on to nursing school, although this was not the path that her parents wanted her to take. They wanted her to become someone "worth remembering", like a model since that's what she was good at. So, in order to please them again, she did modeling as a hobby but she told them that she quit nursing school instead, which at least modeling made her some money, and it's not that she didn't like it, she knew that in the future it wasn't going to support her as she got older. So it the midst of coming home from a night internship, she got into a heated argument with her mother, finally telling her everything and of course, she was very upset, which only made Merlou upset as well, and as driving at night and crying don't exactly mix well, Merlou was involved with a head on collision, and later died at the hospital she was working at.

Regrets: Merlou very much regrets not telling her parents everything sooner, she didn't like lying then, and she doesn't like lying now. She hates the fact that she wasn't open with them, and now it was her own fault for her life to end the way it did.

Adventurer Info

Level: 1
Health: 97/97
Mana: 74/74

Stats:
Strength: 7
Constitution: 8
Agility: 11
Speed: 14
Intellect: 10
Discipline 9

Talents:
Charm: Rank Novice - Lvl 1
Healing Magic: Rank Novice - Lvl 1
Stealth: Rank Novice - Lvl 1

Inventory: Her phone, lipstick, a simple silver ring

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Lifting her head and blinking at the light, which was strange because she remembered it being dark, Merlou looked around the open and large room, her head fuzzy and feeling a little disoriented. She noticed that there were other people in the room as well, all..undressed? She frowned slightly and looked down, and true enough, she was in the same position as the others. Confused, Merlou pulled the blanket over herself and took a deep breath, instinctively grabbing her phone and rapidly typing in the passcode.

Once it clicked on, she took one glance at her background, ignoring the other apps that were on it and not noticing that everything had been deleted. Her background was a picture of herself and...and her youngest sister. Her family. All of a sudden, the memory of her death came flooding back, and the words from Ayame made sense; Merlou had died, and there was nothing that she could do about it now. Her life was over. But what was she doing here? Was she in heaven? In hell? Who was Ayame or those doctors? Where was she? Who were these other people? What was this place? Was her family okay? How were they taking her death? Did they even know she was gone?

Merlou let her phone slide from her hand and onto the bed as her eyes filled with tears and were soon streaming down her face as she tried to make sense of it all. What did she do that she deserved to die? Was it her fault? It probably was,
since everything was always her fault. As these thoughts crossed her mind, she was soon sobbing, gasping for breath and pulling her knees up to her chest, unsure of where to go or what to do other than cry. She was always sensitive, but she felt as if this were a good reason though she felt vulnerable as a terrible feeling of emptiness sat in her chest. Merlou realized she was alone for good now, and that was what truly terrified her.

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It was quiet. Deafeningly so. Even with the squeals of people he didn't know, even with the words of the doctor who cared for them, it was painfully quiet. No engines. No generators. No fans. No commuters. No chains. No gears. Nothing but emptiness.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away a too-bright light, before pushing himself up gently, piecing together the fragments of his memory. He lived. He lived? He shouldn't have lived. He died. And then…a dream? Hallucination. Delusion. Ayame. Who? The kid. A callused hand pressed against his chest. His heart was still pumping. Another hand lifted up his bedsheets, before, with a grimace, he looked down towards his torso.

No scars to indicate an injury. But he remembered what it felt, his organs spilling out as his body popped against the force of the truck. Bile rose up his throat, bitter and burning, but he forced it down. It'd be gross if he threw up here. Gross and disgusting. Just like how his mouth was now. He grabbed a bowl of water by his bed and chugged it down.

Ew, it tasted hella metallic and minerally. What fresh hell was this?

Right, it was the hell that Ayame tossed them in. Goddamnit, he wanted a girlfriend, but he didn't want to die and go to another world to get one.

Katsuo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up, leaning over to a bedside stool to pull his phone from the back pocket of his trousers. A finger tap and it opened up, revealing an empty space where many apps once cluttered. There went his dating apps. His mobile games. His contacts lists. His Youtube account. His calendar. His notes. His playlist. The $70 that he loaded onto his Google Play. His photos. All that remained was…two new apps, and the default background that he never bothered to change.

'About Me' and 'Pictopedia'.

Katsuo sighed, then smiled. The afterlife was a trashy light novel, and the goddess was a Narou author. The fate of a Japanese teenager like him, huh? What's next? He pressed the 'About Me' app and actually laughed. A light novel isekai with game-like elements. Some people would actually kill for this sort of opportunity, wouldn't they? His eyes had been closed when the doctor and her assistant were in the room, but he was pretty certain their voices sounded cute, and what fragments of memory he could compile in relation to his hallucination-delusion made Ayame out as devastatingly attractive as well. So…three for three so far, sweet.
But others couldn't see the world so positively, huh.

After all, they did just die.

Turning to the source of the sobbing, Katsuo's eyes widened slightly at the presence of a foreigner with a punk rock hairstyle. Not all Japanese after all? Or maybe she was in Japan for work? Tourist? Stop thinking, goddamnit. He awkwardly swung his legs over the edge of the bed to face her, his own sheets draped over her body for a modicum of modesty before he said, with a smile that felt like it contradicted his concern, "H-hey, so, uh…dehydration is bad, so…do you want water?"

Wait, no.

"I mean, like," he shook his head. He definitely shouldn't touch her, yeah? This wasn't a drama, after all. "Are you alright? I mean, it's clear that you aren't, but like…we're stuck in this together so I guess I feel like I should say something anyways? Unless you're not, uh, from Earth?"

Water. Yes. Water. He grabbed her bowl of water (it was for drinking, right?), and stuck it out in her general direction.

"Have a drink first. I think it helps? Not that I'm an expert or anything, so…yeah…oh yeah, fair warning, this actually tastes worse than mineral water, so...fair warning?"

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She hadn't heard the one of the other's speaking to her in the midst of her crying. To be honest, she had forgotten they were here in the first place, too busy wrapped up in her own thoughts to realize they were technically "alive" as well as she, and goddamnit, was her head starting to hurt. Which was something that she definitely didn't need right at the moment, but at this point, she had just kind of given up; an unusual thing for her usual optimism.

It was when she stopped for a brief moment to take a breath, that she heard his voice speaking in her general direction, and it was enough to snap her back into reality. She gave a sharp, nervous laughter, quickly wiping her eyes before lifting her head to meet his gaze. His features made him look a few years younger than she, so she assumed that he was, but she let her legs fall off the edge of the bed, though keeping the blanket on her for decency.

"Haha, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little...shaken, that's all," she gave him a polite smile, following it by giving another short and nervous laugh, wiping away the rest of the tears.

Hesitating in the slightest bit when he offered her water, Merlou frowned at herself for doing so before quickly replacing it with another smile and grabbing the bowl of water, although taking in mind of his fair warning.

She slowly drank it, but soon after pulled it away from her lips and replied with, "oh, she paused. "Yeah, you're right, you're right," she grimaced a tad, placing the water down next to her. "Let's not do that again," she shook her head and drew her arms closer to her.

"But anyhow, I would suppose we're in the same boat, yes? Umm..dead?" she asked, lowering her voice. "Ah, and by the way, I'm Merlou," she gave him another smile, trying her best to be positive.


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Age: 40 Years

Gender: Male

Originates From: Star Wars Canon Universe

Appearance: Darth Vader is a cybernetically enhanced human male standing at a height of 6'8" (2.03 meters) tall and weighs in at 120 kg (264.5 lbs) in his armor. His black and dark-grey armor is ominously imposing, from the tip of his helmet to the bottom of his boots, and also wears a flowing cape to strike fear into his enemies. He also sports a control panel on his chest to regulate his breathing, suit temperature, as well as other suit-related augmentations.

Personality: Upon transforming into Darth Vader, the once jedi Anakin Skywalker became utterly ruthless, showing no apparent mercy to his enemies, occasionally killing his own officers for their failures, and imparting torture to accomplish his goals. Having lost all that he cared about by his own hand, the heartbroken and self-loathing Sith only showed a fierce dedication to the Emperor, whose orders he would execute with steadfast devotion and deadly precision, no matter the task. Considered to be the Empire's first terror weapon and noted to employ antiquated diction, he was tenacious and unstoppable, and made most Imperial naval officers uncomfortable. Part of his reputation was that he would normally be quiet (and thus his presence made for a good implied threat to others), whereas shows of passivity were not. Indeed, it was well-known that he usually preferred to oversee operations personally, using action to block out any intruding feelings. He was frequently at odds with those who lacked faith in the Force, finding it "disturbing" or even blasphemous.

Vader would often make use of pressurized meditation chambers that allowed him to remain without his helm—the neural connection to his armor—, moments during which he felt the perpetual pain that Kenobi had inflicted on his flesh. During such sessions, he would meditate to use this pain to feed his hate, which in turn fed his strength, and he never laughed. Claiming not to feel regret, and yet haunted by his past, and the screams of his wife, he was determined to never talk about his old life, and detested all that reminded him of his past self (whom he deemed to be weak). He dared not remember such a period of his life, which he hated; indeed, through the use of the dark side, he kept his memories as Anakin Skywalker buried, although it took great effort even after twenty years of practice. However, his rapport with the stormtroopers who supported him, and the technique he displayed in wielding his crimson lightsaber, gave him away. Much like before, Vader remains an impatient man, although he tempered his impulses with the faithful obedience he was due to his master, Sidious.

Items:
* Lightsaber: The only piece of equipment Vader needs is his crimson lightsaber, a highlight of his skills as a sith lord. He built the weapon some time after his fall to the Dark side of the Force at the end of the Clone Wars. It replaced the one he lost during his duel with Obi-Wan Kenobi on Mustafar. The lightsaber was equipped with a dual-phase function, allowing the blade's length to be manually controlled and altered in combat. After his accession to Sith Lord, Vader was known to draw his lightsaber when facing Jedi, but also against other opponents, even though he sometimes preferred to use the Force to dispatch lesser victims.

Abilities:
* The Force: Vader is an incredibly powerful user of the force. Like all jedi and sith alike, he was born as a force-sensitive, and was capable of using the force in a variety of ways. However, some of his most popular abilities include: force telekinesis, force push, force choke, force repulse, force crush, saber throw, issue mind-tricks on weaker beings, and a whole bunch of other methods. He often uses it as his go-to method to dispatch opponents, only going to his lightsaber if it didn't work.
* Superior Swordsmanship: As a sith, Vader is also extremely powerful when combating opponents with his lightsaber, having bested and dispatched many powerful jedi and beasts himself.

Bio: (I think we all know how Vader came to be, but here's a rundown none of the less for you guys who happened to have lived under a rock).

Before he became a disciple of the dark side, Darth Vader was Anakin Skywalker, a goodhearted Jedi and hero of the Clone Wars. While he was considered one of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, Anakin had broken the Order's code by secretly marrying Senator Padmé Amidala. When he began to suffer visions that Padmé would die in childbirth, Anakin sought a way to prevent this fate. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, a mentor to the young Jedi, claimed that the dark side was a pathway to this ability: he could stop people from dying with Sith power. At the same time, the Chancellor revealed that he himself was a Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, and would train Anakin. Confused and conflicted, Anakin ultimately succumbed to Sidious' temptations. Rechristened as Darth Vader, he became an agent of evil.

Sidious assumed the mantle of Emperor, and Vader helped the Empire destroy the Jedi Order; without mercy, Anakin led a legion of clones into the Jedi Temple, and personally killed both fully trained Jedi and novice younglings alike. On the lava planet Mustafar, where he had been sent to assassinate Separatist leaders, Vader battled his former Master and friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Anakin fought with an aggressive ferocity, ignoring Obi-Wan's pleas to come to his senses. Ultimately, the Jedi Master bested the new Sith. Vader was left severely injured and burned on the banks of a lava river, filled with anger and hate. He was found by the Emperor and encased in frightening black armor that kept him alive, and given mechanical lungs that emitted an ominous breathing sound with his every step. Anakin Skywalker was no more.

Vader quickly became a highly visible symbol of the Empire, serving as Palpatine's fearsome enforcer. He hunted down fugitive Jedi who had escaped Order 66, as well as ferreting out enemies both within and without. Vader's sudden arrival within the Imperial hierarchy gave rise to many rumors. Some high-ranking Imperials claimed he was a laboratory creation built to mimic the fallen Separatist warlord General Grievous, while others whispered that he was a technologically augmented warrior schooled in the now-forbidden arts of the Force. Only a few guessed the truth – that Vader was the reborn Jedi Anakin Skywalker.

Vader sent agents such as the Inquisitor to find not just escaped Jedi but also new Force-sensitive beings that might pose a threat to the Empire. And on Palpatine's orders, he worked with the ambitious, ruthless Grand Moff Tarkin to supervise construction of the Death Star and stamp out resistance to Imperial rule.

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As soon as Samus was several meters away from her ship, she suddenly hears someone call out her presence from a good distance away. By cautious instinct, the bounty hunter swiftly points in the direction of where she heard the call. She didn't know if it was a call of battle or in regards of a friendly native. Who she saw was a man, a human male, carrying what appears to be a giant sword... a very FAMILIAR giant sword. The man seemed friendly however, asking her if she had seen a somebody named Cloud Strife.

Cloud Strife... that name sounded familiar. In fact, it sounded way too familiar for her. Didn't she fight him at one point in a little tournament known simply as "The Super Smash Bros. Tournament?"

Indeed, this tournament was incredibly popular and well known through a certain region of the Multiverse. Every few years or so, a dimension owned by a mysterious company known as "Nintendo", announce a competition for a select few universes to send out their best candidates to fight one another in a friendly, but very competitive, tournament (with smaller competitions happening annually). These fighters include: Super Mario, his brother Luigi, Link, Pikachu, Fox, and a whole roster of powerful fighters, have almost 60 by the previous 2014 event. Samus had participated in all four major competitions, having won a bronze medal in the first and was placed in the top 10 in both the second (as in her armor), and in the fourth (being in 8th in her Zero-Suit). She has yet to get a gold medal as of current.

But in the fourth and most recent tournament, rumors had been going around that seven new fighters, some old, some brand new, have been accepted to compete in the Smash Tournament. They included returning fighters such as Lucas and Roy, as well as some new fighters like Ryu and even Bayonetta. And one of those new fighters... was Cloud Strife, a powerhouse that has managed to get himself up in the Top 10 (some sources having declared him as #1, while some declared him #2).

Regardless, the name did indeed ring a bell to Samus' mind. However, she didn't trust this guy. She suspects him in being a doppelganger in disguise, with her own experiences coming from SA-X and Dark Samus respectively. Yet she has no reason in shooting him at this very moment, but however refuses to acknowledge any knowledge regarding Cloud's existence. After all, the two don't even live in the same universe anyways. She looks upon Zack in caution, having just realized that he was even taller than Strife, almost matching her own as well, still aiming her cannon at his face for safety precautions.

"Identify yourself." Samus responds, her helmet masking her voice as more masculine than femmine, still keeping her stance as she awaits for a response.

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Vader's cybernetic legs allowed the Sith to walk or run for miles without tiring for long periods of time as he continues to search the vast plains for any signs of life. It would only be after walking for some time northwards where he suddenly catches a glimpse of a very odd life form, that person being Ainz. From where he was, about 80 meters behind, Vader suspected him to be taller than him, but that wasn't even the most odd thing about him. He appeared to be a living skeleton, covered with a huge robe, with two giant bone horns coming from his shoulders horizontally. And through the force, he senses a heavy atmosphere of dark magic oozing from him. This lifeform was unlike anything he has encountered before... even more bizarre then The Ones, which he, his old master, and "padawan" encountered on Mortis back in the Clone Wars. And that was already making a bold statement.

But he did not fear this dark-one. Vader has seen and fought much worse, slaughtered hundreds on jedi, and spread terror across the galaxy with an iron fist. He needs answers on where he is and why. Surely he should know. He walks towards the being known as Ainz, his breathing getting louder to his ears the closer he gets. It should already have alerted him by the time Vader was merely 25 meters away...

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Harvey felt something hit him. It was large and masculine. It growled at him about "easy prey". It wasn't exactly unfamiliar.

"Sonny!" Harvey exclaimed. "You're-- oh, wait, you're not Sonny."
It was at that point that the thin bowtie Jasper was grappling Harvey with broke, as small pieces of fabric holding up over fifty pounds do. Harvey dropped to the floor, trailing a cloud of business cards.
"Sorry about the mistaken identity, pal," Harvey said, barely hiding his nervousness. He snatched a business card out of the air and thrust it towards Jasper. "Harvey Alibastor: Attorney At Law. Offense, Defense, Good Prices, All Times, whatever."

Harvey assessed Jasper. He was wearing a leotard, had wild hair, and wore makeup. This was, of course, a wrestler. Probably someone upset about the... well, the upset Brad caused at the Eternal Wrestling Championship. However, they did want to leave the area, and needed advice on how to do so. Harvey could help with that. At least, he could pretend to help with that.
"I definitely know the way out," Harvey lied, "but it's not going to be easy. I made sure of it. You're gonna have to go up there." Harvey pointed straight up, into the clouds. "Get all the way up there, and you'll be outta here."

Harvey's face was mostly expressionless. Of course, being a fish, he couldn't exactly make any facial expressions. However, Harvey's gill covers flared wildly, and his pelvic fins quivered noticeably. He hoped Jasper would trust him. Who couldn't trust him?

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Still laying in the grass, the sound of harsh breathing caught Ainz's attention, but when he sat up again to see it was coming from a dark cladded figure. He was sure that this person was from a fictional franchise before he was teleported to the New World, but he wasn't too sure.

Being the cautious person that he is, Ainz finally rose from where he sat, and stood much taller than the figure that was approaching him, closer to seven feet tall. He subconsciously activated a ring, which rested on his right index, that shrouded his figure in a faint red aura. He wanted to intimidate this one, he continue to watch this new being through the empty eye sockets.

He remained silent as the figure was less than ten meters from him. He put on his best front, making his voice deeper. He waited till the figure known as Vader, came within speaking range.

"Remain where you are, and I won't set off the traps around me." Ainz stated boldly.

Obviously this was a bluff, however, if the being came any closer, he held his staff ready for an attack of any sort that may come towards him.

[Assistant]
As soon as Vader was roughly ten meters from this strange fellow, the skeleton wizard turned to face him. In addition, he issued a bold "warning", mentioning about some traps that were supposably located around him. But Vader is unfazed by his little warning, as well as being able to hear some bluff in such response. It would be here where Vader would usually begin strangling his victim, but alas he remains polite for the time being as he looks at Ainz dead-straight in the eyes.

"I have no quarrel with you." he replies in a deep dark voice, "Simply provide me the info on what planet I have landed in, and the star system that am I located in. That is all."