[System]
False ID Name: Marie Duboius

Nationality: Italian

Age: 27

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 167 lbs

Appearance:

Other Appearance: Rather remarkably for a field operative, Maria has sustained no injuries that would cause her to have a scar or other such feature, and has refused multiple times to have a tattoo.
Superpower(s): Whilst research on superhuman individuals are few and far between, Maria seems to be within one of the smallest types of powers; psychic ones. She has the capability of reading the mind of any non-powered individual that she comes into direct, skin-to-skin contact, although cannot access any information the individual gained after she has made contact. This is an extremely mentally draining feat however, and is liable to cause her pins and needles in her extremities, numbness in her extremities, migraines, nosebleeds, temporary paralysis, permeant paralysis and death if she overextends herself.

Skills: Maria is classically educated and is fluent in three languages, her birth language of Italian, her second language of English, and the language she has more recently started learning in preparation for their mission, French. Her weakest language as of right now however is German, of which she knows very little.

She is also a capable cook, as was expected of her, and can play the piano with a number of years of practise behind her from her childhood. Other than this, she is also trained in a number of interrogation techniques, should she encounter a superhuman whom she needs to extract information from.

Personality: Despite being a trained spy, Maria is no James Bond. She hates killing in cold blood and has no stomach for alcohol; she'll stick with her cigarettes thank you very much. On the other hand, when it comes to superhumans, especially those experimented on by Germany, she is almost motherly, and has an enormous personal stake in her organisation, and is almost more afraid of one of them dying than she is of dying herself.

History: Maria Bianco has quite a history behind her. Daughter of an Italian businessman, she was recruited by Italian pre-war military intelligence agents when her unique abilities were discovered. Unlike the Nazis who were determined to investigate and experiment on superhumans, the Italians trained them for their own military.
Being able to read minds was an obvious asset in covert activities, and so when the war started, she was sent to London under the guise of her fleeing an Italy at war, being fluent in English due to her training. Whilst living in London however, she became disillusioned with the Nazi regime that she was working for and began to distance herself from her command, before breaking communication with them around 1940.

This lead to a series of events that ended with her murdering a German superhuman spy who had been sent to check in on her, and she went on the run from the English officials, before being captured. When her background was discovered, she was handed over to OSS, where they were surprised to find out she was cooperative with their agents, and assisted them at every turn.

After this incident, she beseeched Brigadier John Carmond in order to set up an orginisation she had envisioned for two years now; the Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals. Blackmailing the Brigadier General, she got the go-ahead for the operation, and, well, you know the rest.

Equipment: All the standard gear for a British field agent, but most importantly she carries the Welrod silenced handgun, a bolt-action British made gun that is so quiet that the action of the bolt is, in fact, louder than the shot itself. She's never used it, but she knows that dropping into occupied Europe isn't exactly one of the safest options in the world, and her power isn't particularly combat-oriented, so this is the only real method of self-defence she has.

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Entirely engrossed in his writing, Henry was unaware as the young woman sat beside him. His notes consisted of rough calculations, scrawled notes, and the occasional squiggle of ink after his biro had frozen up. Having never parachuted in his life - let alone into enemy territory - he was attempting to work through the logistics of such a feat, and regrettably coming up short handed.

As he took a moments break from his writing Henry looked up to glean some form of inspiration from the rather uninspiring interior of the truck, and to his surprise noticed the girl to his side. With a hand covering her mouth she appeared to be... Laughing? It certainly appeared that she was laughing, but no sound was emanating from her mouth. For a split second Henry considered that he may have lost his hearing when the sounds of chatter from outside of the truck assured him that he was not, in fact, deaf.

Henry was about to ask the girl if she was ok, but in his hesitation observed her smile gradually fade. Suddenly she looked far more serious. As discretely as possible, Henry observed her from the corner of his eye. She was plain, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. Her height gave him the impression that she was young, far too young to be going to war, but her dull hazel eyes said otherwise. Certainly the girl was still young, yet her eyes betrayed her physical appearance and conveyed a strange sense of wisdom.

"My name is Henry," he said, quietly as not to surprise her while she was in thought. It was not usual for him to strike up conversation where it was not needed, but under the circumstances he decided that isolating himself was not in his best interest. Already he could see that the men and women with whom he would be sharing this experience were vastly different to himself, and so he decided at that moment that he would have to make a conscious effort to engage with them - to do otherwise may be to sign his own death warrant. In war, camaraderie is valued above all else. If he was to survive, if these people were to have his back on the battlefield, then he would have to gain their trust and respect.

"What's your name?" He asked.

[Assistant]
Ying-mei stood quietly at the back of the room, listening to everything that Ms. Bianco said. She was painfully aware of the fact that she was looked, well, different from everybody else who was gathered for the briefing. She was used to this, of course, having spent many years in American universities and cities, but still-the very nature of what she was here for, the very nature of what she was about to do...it made everything just twenty times worse.

Ying-mei herself had known very little about the Nazis before being brought to this base. She knew what the Americans were saying about them, yes, but she had been more concerned about the Japanese invading her home country. Ying-mei was thankful that her family had fled to safety in the southern portion of China, and she could only hope that the war with the Japanese ended soon.

In England, Ying-mei had heard plenty about the Nazis-how they invaded Poland and killed thousands of people, how now they had taken control of France and many eastern European countries, and even how they were targeting specific groups of people (specifically, the Jewish). That thought did not sit well with Ying-mei. She had a Jewish classmate in America whom Ying-mei was extremely fond of. Her classmate had expressed worry for her family in Luxembourg in the past, and Ying-mei had done her best to help, relating it to how her family was living in a China overrun with Japanese soldiers, but still...the reality of the situation hadn't fully hit Ying-mei until she was introduced to the Westminster League of Extraordinary Individuals.

Ms. Bianco continued her speech, adding a short note at the end about how backing out was an option. Ying-mei wavered. Ai ya, what am I doing here? I am no soldier, nor am I...a spy, if you will. I am the daughter of a Chinese politician and I am fated to marry a powerful man with a splendid wedding and I will bear him many children. How am I to fight Nazis with healing? Ying-mei was uncertain if that was what she truly wanted in life, but what choice did she have if she wanted to honor her parents?

Yet there was no going back now. Ying-mei did not know how the rest of her family would take the news of her unexpected supernatural abilities, nor if the news had spread to other influential families in China (most likely not, due to the war, but one could never know), and once the news did get out-these things always did-Ying-mei knew that there would be no marriage to a powerful businessman or politician for her, no matter how large the dowry. People will say that I am cursed, that I am an abomination. No, this is the only path I have.

So Ying-mei kept quiet like she always did and followed the rest of the group outside to the trucks. She, along with the other "special" individuals, were about to be air-dropped into France. They were all wearing rather loose trousers and plain shirts that were commonplace in Western fashion. Ying-mei would have preferred something from home, but unfortunately, a traditional qipao in the middle of occupied France would have been much too conspicuous. At least she had been allowed to bring her makeup-Ying-mei had never been one to wear an excessive amount, but she was well-versed in lipsticks and blushes and the sort, having been raised in a wealthy political family in Shanghai.

Ying-mei took a good look around at the group as they walked. Their leader-Maria Bianco-had a porcelain complexion, straight, dark hair, and blue eyes. She looked to be a fairly young woman; not as young as Ying-mei herself, but not even close to middle-aged, either. There was a blonde, bespectacled young man who couldn't have been older than twenty, and another young man who looked a bit older that had black hair.

The only person smaller than Ying-mei was a brown-haired girl who looked to be...fourteen? Fifteen? Her height made her look like a child, though her facial features indicated that she was older than ten or eleven. Last but not least, there was a man about Ying-mei's age who had dark hair and the largest sideburns that Ying-mei had ever seen. He seemed to be particularly nervous, stammering out a question to Ms. Bianco. The black-haired man moved to reassure him, which seemed to help a little bit.

Ying-mei settled down on a wooden bench across from the diminutive brunette and the tall, blonde-haired man. If Ying-mei had to be perfectly truthful with herself, she had absolutely no idea what she was getting herself into. She could heal, yes, and she supposed that was all that was expected of her, but how the hell was she supposed to walk around occupied France without being noticed? She was Chinese, for Pete's sake. Her features alone made her stick out like a sore thumb.

Well, I suppose that there's no turning back now. I must hope that we shall discover a solution in the near future, thought Ying-mei pensively.

Ying-mei was startled when the petite young woman across from her put a hand over her mouth as if she was trying to stifle a giggle. What could possibly be so funny? Ying-mei wondered. Her thoughts were cut short as she watched the blonde young man she was sitting next to begin to talk to her. Ying-mei turned away, letting them converse, and took a closer look at her surroundings. Hopefully being air-dropped into France wouldn't be too terribly frightening.

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Jean stood next to the truck. He looked quickly and made a fast, overall glance, and many of the Westminsters were still gathering or walking towards their transports. Their faces told all one thing: they all were nervous or afraid. Not one had probably seen a day of combat or fired a rifle in anger, Jean thought. They hadn't seen a dying comrade or faced German Panzers, but they all had had different stories and tragedies behind them.

"Hurry it up!" Jean shouted to the rest of their small League, in a very stern voice, almost demanding. "We don't have all day, and we are burning daylight The boches are waiting."

Jean climbed to the truck and a few other already sat on the benches. He tried to take a more reaffirming tone with his voice, saying: "Try not to worry too much. I've been training parachuting for months, and the falling down is quite a fun experience. Just don't look down when you jump, or you'll freeze at the door." Jean took a glance at each one of them. A woman as tall as a child, a blonde Brit with glasses and a Chinese woman of almost meek appearance.

"By the way, the name's Jean, the sniper of this troupe." Jean again measured each one with his eyes. They all look green, he thought in his head. "How are you feeling? Nervous? Afraid?"

[Assistant]
Maria felt as the troop carrier jolted, a soldier quickly hopping into the cab at the front. She sighed and anticipated the question already, tossing her cigarette neatly out of the rear of the vehicle, the white stick twirling neatly and landing in a patch of mud. First, she turned to the Spaniard, he had to know about his… Added weight. "Oscar, you're carrying three bars of near-solid gold. Be careful, yes? Before you ask, it's because paper notes can go out of style, but gold? Gold is always worth something. We're only humans after all." She smiled and rubbed her hands together, feeling every pothole and rut that the truck drove over painfully through the seats.

What else… She had the Welrod, the field agent kit was tucked away in her sausage bag inside the plane, along with a few other important pieces of equipment. Mostly money, some identification papers that would be needed to get around. The unusual nature of their group would make any travelling damned hard, but she reckoned if they split up and went in small groups, they could easily make it through the checkpoints. If she went with the Englishman, and the Polish girl came with them, they would just look like another family. The Spaniard would cause some serious issues; men like him were normally in the army, but she had the documentation to show that he had an exclusion pass to the military…

The Jew. Fuck. If they gave him a closer look and even so much as suspected that he was part of the persecuted group, they were all fucked. The same with the Gypsy too, although he, at least, had the benefits of being Irish. Irishmen in France weren't rare per say, but It would still be an unusual sighting when they moved away from Paris and started heading towards the German border. Also, there would be the small matter of Hydragruppe. As soon as reports of superpowered individuals attacking Nazi soldiers came, they would be out in a flash.

So much to worry about… She had known about this of course, it would not be her first time in command, but she felt personally responsible for these men and women. Most of them didn't exactly have a choice on this operation, and she didn't want them all to end up in coffins, or worse, a camp. Of course, they all had the S-Pills*, but she wanted to avoid using those if at all possible.
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Hydragruppe was certainly an interesting little group. Three Germans, one naturally superpowered, two wholly devoted to the cause, and one who it was doubted even knew, or cared, what had become of himself. Then you had the foreigners, most of whom had been subjected to torture in order to cause their latent powers to activated… It was certainly not the best group morale wise, but it would do its job, especially with the so-called 'Angel of the Reich' walking with them. Smiling with her bright blonde hair, she was the very symbol of the perfect Aryan woman. Debates were going on whether it was a good idea for her to conceive, but for now she was still a powerful individual.

*S-Pills: Suicide pills. A small capsule hidden on the agent somewhere, sometimes within reach of his or her mouth, that when ingested causes death in between 30-60 seconds. Vital for anyone who doesn't want to end up being tortured by the Gestapo.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
Oswald Connolly- Airship Docks

Oswald groaned at the situation at hand. He had a wildcard hyperactive tiger Faunus, a...narcissistically verbose fencer, and...Robert. The chronically unlucky Robert. Great. Just. Just great. Running a hand through his hair, Oswald looked over the edge once more, then back to Gren. "He's...got a good heart, but you're right. He needs to find a way to temper all that energy. Channel it, control it, whatever. Because as of right now, he's more of a force of nature than a Huntsman-in-training. As impressive as his ability for unintended destruction is, he's not likely to wipe out a forest of Grimm by tripping over them."

However, Oswald could only chuckle and shake his head with a sigh. "Don't worry, we'll look after the guy. Hopefully we can get those daggers back, too. Might be a little rusty, but it's better than making a new pair from scratch, eh?" Nodding resolutely at the comically tall boar Faunus, Oswald took a deep breath before jumping off the edge. Crossing his arms across his chest and bending his knees ever so slightly for the water landing, Oswald waited for the impact of the water to come.

[Assistant]
Ebon looked outside his window with his new scope sight. It was gimmicky and heavy, so he knew he needed to work more on it. Putting the device down Ebon walked over to his bed and fell on it. He was debating what he wanted to do. If he remembered correctly, Krysanthe was going to go off and fight someone, Skyra was going to hang out with her girlfriend, and Sepia... Was off doing something. That left Ebon a lot of time alone, as he's often want to do. "Huuuuh. I guess I'll head to town." Changing into something fashionable and grabbed his scroll and wallet. As he was walking towards the air docks Ebon figured he'd text his team and let them know that he'll be out.

When he arrived to the air docks Ebon noticed a couple of students near the cliff. A few boys even jumped off, either to their death or to the lake below. Since he didn't have anything better to do Ebon walked over and tried to figure out what was going on by reading everyone's mind. To help facilitate their thoughts he also asked. "What's going on here?"

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Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms

"It wouldn't have bEeN fUN if you hadN't been wILlING."

For an instant, the pressure in the room felt as if it had increased, but the sudden shift in their environment disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Gratia returned her eyes to her notebook, pen scratching down further observations that had been noted during that intense minute. Intense fear, embarrassment and surprise were a range of emotions that could influence the movement of Luke Schwarz' hair, but were they the only forms of stimulus? All of which she had observed were related to a sense of discomfort or negativity. Could that have been the deciding factor behind its movement, with only the emotional states as correlating variables?

She needed to inquire further.

"What brings about positive emotions in you?" asked the solemn Mistralese girl.

Would emotions of happiness, joy and the like too engage Schwarz' ahoge?

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm

His breath hitched in surprise and he found his eyes sharp once more, instincts screaming at him with the sudden change in pressure as her voice almost seemed to... warp. Taking on an edge he'd never actually heard before, an edge that felt predatory, dangerous.

Crazy.

His brows knit together.

Wait.

His body tensed under the pressure. This wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Just the first it had ever been directed at him, it had ever been this clear.

That's right--

Her fight with Cian. The same change happened.

There was a common thread here, a trend obvious enough that even he, who hardly knew how to read between the lines when it counted, could pick it out with ease. In contrast with her typical personality, Gratia Mindaro had only begun to bare her fangs in one specific context.

Fighting. Combat. Be it sparring or otherwise, Gratia Mindaro was the antithesis of the nigh-pacifistic, "talk-first-and-throw-punches-later" boy under her study. The signs were pointing towards that conclusion. Underneath that veneer of icy, solemn bluntness lied something ferocious, something vicious. Something he had only seen hints of, in moments so brief you'd almost believe them merely imagination.

Berserker.

And as quickly as it had came, that intimidating, oppressive aura vanished, and the room became normal once again. As if she had never changed, Mindaro was right back to work, pen scrawling across paper as her impassive onyx eyes remained glued to her notes thus far.

"Positive emotions..."

He frowned contemplatively, folding his arms and legs as he once again looked upwards to the ceiling, this time in thought.

"Well, helping people is definitely one of them. I try to help out with things if I can." he stated, head coming back down in a nod. "It's redundant to say, but I also do enjoy having fun: messing around with friends, playing games, going for a ride on my bike every once in a while, meeting pretty girls, enjoying a good meal, giving my little sisters a hard time, even just lighthearted conversation."

He looked to her again, searching for whatever reaction would come.

"I think I'm like most people: I like doing things that I want to do."

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Robert Fallson - Airship Docks

Besides just a casual "hello" toward Oswald when he approached the slowly growing group, Robert mostly stood in silent confusion. At first he believed that maybe Oswald was helping Sapphire find her misplaced weapons until Shiro felt the sudden urge to start his "workout" now instead of later and Oswald made a comment about saying the wrong thing. Something other than a tiger-faunas' extreme training session was going on here, he could at least see that. It was once Gren talked to him that Robert finally began to see the big picture. Shiro had done something to make him feel responsible for his team leader's weapons go missing and was now on a quest to solve that problem. The workout stuff that Shiro had mentioned to Napoli was just made up for some reason, probably because he didn't want help. Was Robert naive? Oh hell yeah. But was he an idiot? Despite what many might think, the answer would be no. Shooting Gren a thumbs-up, Robert smiled and said, "I promise we'll bring him back, not only safe and sound, but with a clear conscious too. I mean really, what's the worse that could happen?"

Robert then began rapidly stripping out of his clothes until he was down to just his pants, underwear, and weapons. As he was getting everything into a semi-neat pile, another voice seemed to appear from nowhere. "Nothing much. Just going for a nice swim is all," Robert responded to the voice. Looking up, he searched the area for where it came from. There was only one person in sight, he couldn't tell who it was since he had already taken his glasses off, but they seemed to be too far away to be the source. The voice sounded as if it was close enough to have been spoken inside his own head. It was a bit creepy actually. Ah well," he said as he shrugged before looking back at the cliff side. "CANNONBAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!" Robert shouted as he jumped off, pulled his legs against his chest, and crossed his arms.

[Assistant]
Krysthane: Gym + Duel

Krysthane yawned and looked at her beeping scroll, she just wanted to nap for a few minutes before getting ready for the night on the town. Glancing at it she smacked herself lightly on the forehead. SHE'D TOTALLY FORGOTTEN! She jumped out of her bed and began racing towards the gym. Her scroll beeped and again and she looked at it slightly irritated while running and attempting not to smash into everything. Luckily the message was quickly so Krysthane quickly stowed the scroll away and found herself outside of the gym. She took a deep breath or two, smoothed down her somewhat wild yellow hair, and walked in calmly.

 "Ah Emerald, good to see you're already prepared. I guess since we're both ready we can start." Krysthane said confidently as she took a ready stance, clearly willing to let Emerald make the first move. Krysthane stood with her left leg slightly forward, her right arm loosly held by her right leg and her left arm crooked just in front of her stomach. Her plan was the same as last fight, use only kicks for the first part until her opponent was adjusted, then hit em with a sucker punch. If that didn't work... well she would figure out something, this was just for fun after all.

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Kuhaku Shiro - An unnamed lake, just outside of Beacon

 What was he even worried about in the first place? Normally, Shiro had zero fear of heights. Hell, his first day at Beacon he was launched into a forest filled with Grimm and he handled it no problem. He figured something must've been off, maybe his medication altered his personality more deeply than he thought. The loud roar of the winds whipping him and that dreadful sinking feeling wasn't the most delightful thing in the world, but why was he scared? All these wonders and more were erased from his mind the moment his body dipped into the waters. Though it wasn't cold, the temperature was low enough to immediately send chills up his spine and made him almost want to gasp. That would've been bad of course, swallowing a large volume of water into his lungs. His mission would've ended right then and there, with emergency services been sent out to retrieve him. Thankfully, he had enough willpower to resist the urge and shook it off. Breaching the surface of the lake's waters, it was then that he resumed his normal breathing. Turning his head head left and right, Shiro located the breathing gear Gren gave him and his flashlight. Sliding his goggles over his eyes, he pressed the mask against his face and cinched down the straps to alleviate the bad fitting. Shaking his head to make sure that everything was good to go, a sixth sense alerted him to an incoming presence.

 Turning back around and looking up from where he had jumped off from, his glowing blue eyes widened as he saw other bodies jumping down after him. They didn't intend on stopping him, did they? Did they think he jumped over to harm himself? Surely, they couldn't be some reactionary rescue diver team. Frowning, Shiro clicked on his flashlight to check if it worked. Thankfully, it did. Not wanting to be snatched up in some other bull, Shiro got right to work. Lunging down into the lake's waters, Shiro got to his search. He figured that since Sapphire's weapons were metallic, the flashlight's beams could possibly gleam and reflect off of it to help him find it faster. His plan was to swim around the lake's perimeter and work his way in at a sort of spiral. Once at the lake's center, the next step was to scale back up to Beacon and see if they landed in some rocky crevice. Looking over his shoulder, he watched anyone tailing him before powering through the lake. His little light flitting to and fro as he scanned, he left behind a trail of bubbles as he swam.

[Assistant]
Abel Fulgurate - Dorm

Once Abel's surprise at Shiro's unexpected entry and removal of clothes had worn off, he maintained a level of confusion about the same as Sapphire. All he could offer in response to her question was a bemused shrug. The thought flashed through his mind: without his usual armor on, shrugging proved to be a much more enjoyable feat. He made the resolve, then and there, to try and do it more often when unencumbered. "Don't know. But I doubt he would. Only two places to swim on campus, Port's probably got another Megaladeus in one and the other's a sheer drop off the airdocks."

The wheels in the guardian's head began to turn. Where and why exactly would a cat faunus go swimming? On the edge of his mind, the semblance of an idea took place, but try as he might he could not recall the details. "Must have lost something before traveling recently," he decided at last. "Don't know what though." A dubious glance shot Sapphire's way. "You goin' to Gren's party thing? Also, I had no idea you were in here. Um..." On the off chance she hadn't noticed, he elected to not mention that he'd released a quiet flatus about a chapter back in his book. Hey, he'd thought he was alone. "Your power, I guess."


[System]
Envoy of Reemis | Scholar | 26 | Human | Neutral Good

SKILLS:
 • Unspoken Scripture: First and foremost, above all else, Rean is a scholar. Although she dabbles in the arcane and has even picked up the blade to better defend herself, her true passions and skills lie in the texts. Years of experience have made her adept in transcribing, translating, and overall making clear what is unknown from common knowledge. She has a unique specialty for language, though how much of this is of her own making and not boons from the gods remains to be seen.

 • Arcane Nature: Despite her inherent nature for the finer things in life, Rean's life has taken her down the arcane path. All of this can be traced back to her initial interest in the Devulga and through it she's able to channel a number of fascinating spells to her quarry. Although she is no fighter, she's adept in magic enough to get by and keep herself alive when her scholarly antics lead her to less than savory explorations. Because all of her spells are channeled through the Devulga, they manifest as a deep crimson coloration befitting of the scholar's preferred fashion choice. It's very coincidental.

 • Culinary Arts: The pitfalls of any scientist, tutor, or really individual of the learning craft are universal. It is not uncommon for those devoted to their work to neglect their own mental state and health for the pursuit of their studies. Thankfully, Rean has enough foresight to at least keep herself fed. As such she's become quite the remarkable chef by upbringing and her own curiosities in what meals were efficient. Despite the near-callous nature of her meal preparation, she's actually had little complaint when her dishes are tried by others. Had she any more foresight she might consider a secondary career in the culinary arts.

GEAR:
 • Devulga: A magical tome bound in "wine-soaked leather", the Devulga is a family keepsake for the Westfalls. Rean herself doesn't quite understand its origins or its secrets, but it remains both a journal of recording for her studies and as a magical conduit for her spells. The tome itself sometimes acts as if it holds a mind of its own, though Rean holds theories for this explanation. The most prominent speculation is the tome acts as a possible link for Reemis to contact her through the physical world. Whatever the case, the Devulga is Rean's most faithful companion with a variety of spells of which include summoning crimson bursts of fire and energy, conjuring red winds, creating blood-soaked spectral "limbs", and finally a darker breed of magic whose contents are whispered only in hushed tones.

 • Steel Sword: Very aware of the dangers of a changing world, it wasn't unreasonable for Rean to pick up the art of combat. Thus, she carries with her a prim steel sword for those rare occasions when words have no effect and magic cannot simply erode away the obstacle in front of her.

 • Crimson Coat: A red coat gifted by her family. Rean is seldom seen without it as it is her usual choice of travel attire over her outfit. The coat is properly taken care of whenever Rean gets the chance with little crease or wear to show for it. It's a rather reliable and robust piece of companionship, able to power its owner through the most incremental of weather.

FLAWS:
 • Curiosity Kills: Strictly speaking, Rean is no fighter. When faced with anything requiring physical needs she'll often deviate the work to others much more capable. Indeed, she only learned basic swordsmanship as a necessary survival tool. Although she specializes in magic more than other forms of combat, all of her spells are mitigated and channeled through the Devulga. Should a dangerous situation present itself to her, you'll find Rean the first to flee or at the very least, let someone else handle the problem.

 • Misplaced Devotion: Sadly, even Rean may fall to the seduction of her own work. Like any alchemist on the break of a new miracle or a magician grafting a new spell, Rean is also prone to losing herself devotedly in her studies. More prominently, if she has her mind on a goal or something to achieve, she will toss away whatever else she's doing in the pursuit of that new boon. The results often lead to messy outbreaks in her wake as well as quite a few people more than annoyed with her, from their perspective, unapologetic ways. Being a successful people person is often a fifty-fifty shot with her.

 • Double Nature: Rean is, for the most part, a law abiding citizen. While she can be ignorant of other's feelings or even headstrong into her own goals, she's often more eccentric than outright malicious. However, there are times where her curiosity and interest in whatever she's studying briefly override her morals. It's so much more interesting, so much more efficient to take certain paths that may be frowned upon by others. But what is the sake of the individual to the greater good? Sometimes, sometimes Rean may cross a line to gain her answers. How much of this is of her own choosing or of a result by Reemis remains to be seen like many things about her.

BIOGRAPHY:
 • For as long as anyone could remember, the Westfalls have always been a respectable family who pooled their life's works and resources into the many libraries they hold monopoly over. Thriving within the Nuniel Empire, the Westfalls were acknowledged in no short part due to their wealth of information. The majority of libraries that dotted the empire, of course, listed their name as owner and benefactor. Despite being looked down upon by the military culture of Nuniel elites and higher-ranked families, the Westfalls remained a popular household name for the poor and others deemed as such.

Thus, Rean-if she could even be called that-was surrounded by family books and scriptures for as far back as she could remember along with the numerous other texts the Westfalls coveted and collected. She didn't know when it happened, when the Envoy of Reemis, God of Vengeance, melded into her flesh and became one with her being. And yet, it must have been extremely early in her life, of this much she reasons. There was always something off about her, even among the rest of her family. Whereas the Westfalls were a mostly private bunch, sticking to their texts and dusty libraries, Rean always sought more, to explore more, to seek out more.

It wasn't very long before such ambitions grew out of hand and she felt compelled to leave the empire's territory for her own purpose. Of course, such purpose was by the hand of Reemis, of the Envoy that puppeted her flesh. The desire to find this prophecy, to contain it, to learn more about it fueled her harder than any other passion in her life. Driven by her own curiosities and compelled by this prophecy, Rean eventually found herself in Latis.

Oh, she was curious indeed to meet her fellow Envoys, to discover what the gods truly had in store for her. Curious indeed…or perhaps it was some desire of selfishness and respite just as the god who claimed a piece of her denoted. Whatever the case, she was sure it'd no doubt at least be amusing. Still, she wonders, why would the God of Vengeance ever find any interest in her…

???: Secrets of a time yet to come.

[User]
Vyandar Urthac

Vyandar's focus sharpened as he finally came across something. A small camp in the middle of the forest. A tarp and a stick forming a lean-to, a fire pit, and...ah. A corpse. There was something, at long last. The dragonborn knelt down next to the body and began to inspect it.

For one, it was wearing a Nuniel uniform. That explained some things. Cause of death...well, likely a wild beast, given that the corpse had clear bite marks and was nearly torn in two. Vyandar frowned. Some more investigative work around the campsite might yield one lead or another, but the chance was slight. Of course, as a wielder of divine magics, there was another option...

The cleric reached into his armor and yanked his holy symbol out, holding it over the corpse as he began to channel magic through it.

"In the name of Anhur, let your spirit return to this broken body. Provide answers to my questions, soldier." Vyandar chanted, casting a spell to allow him to temporarily converse with the dead. It wasn't perfect, of course. He had five questions, at most, and the corpse's spirit was under no compulsion to tell him the truth. But it was a more viable option than fruitlessly searching around the camp. As the spell took hold, Vyandar looked the corpse in the eyes before beginning to speak.

"Answer these questions, in order: what killed you? What were you doing this far into Coris's territory? Did you encounter a patrol of Corissian militamen?"

[Assistant]
Liora

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"Hmm, well I don't have another one, but..." Liora would offer the apple she had already bitten to Rean, pressing the fruit to the other girls lips. "I don't mind sharing a bite or two with you." She'd glance over to the library. Her past life as a pirate and noble only gave so much information on those sorts of things. Often, it was brute force she used to really break and enter into places. Finesse wasn't really her forte, after all...and well, she was definitely certain as it stood out in broad daylight there was probably no chance of her getting inside with such a method.

"Library, huh? Can't say they're the most fun of places...except, maybe, when looking for maps or sea charts that might have clues to more hidden places." She'd idly comment, holding a hand to her chin. Heavily defended. She doubted she had enough coin in the world to bribe someone, too. Thus, the only thing left that seemed to make sense in terms of getting at least one of them in.

Was causing a scene.

Or causing a 'scene'.

"Hmm...lets see, alright. The only visible way in seems to only be trying to scale the walls from a nearby building." While she was pretty confident in her physical ability, she wasn't particularly agile. "Let me go distract the guards, hm? You try and sneak in if you want in that badly, yeah?" Standing up from her seat and giving Rean a pat on the head as she'd leave.

What could go wrong? Well, hopefully everything. Where was life without some excitement?

"Heeeey~!" She'd strut up to the guards with a confident demeanor a usual friendly, charming smile plastered on her lips. "Don't suppose you guards have a moment to spare hm?"

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Sir Aurelian Asellius

Something had definitely happened at this humble farmhouse. The occupants were nowhere in sight, and it looked like there had been a struggle. Most worriesome, however, was the tracks leading to the fields, which were heavily damaged. It didn't look like Nuniel's handiwork- whatever did this was monstrous enough to plow through crops as if they weren't there, yet simple-minded enough to leave the peasant's dwelling unscathed.

There was no sign that the patrol could've been here, but whatever attacked this place could potentially be connected to their disappearance. Even if it wasn't, Aurelian felt a duty to root out and eliminate this threat before it could prey on more innocent peasants. Besides, removing whatever monster was lurking about might curry some favor with the Marshal even if they didn't find any evidence of the patrol.

It appears as though some sort of monstrous creature had attacked this place, and judging from the damage to the crops, it was something big. I don't see any damage to the home, so perhaps there could be a survivor within.

Aurelian cast a spell, conjuring a bright light about 50 feet above him to signal to Kyra that he had found something important and needed her at his location. He wasn't sure if Vyandar would be able to see it, but didn't expect that the dragonborn would be close enough or have a suitable vantage point to notice.

I wonder if he's found anything, he pondered as he watched the radiant sphere reach its full intensity.

After the spell was cast and his beacon of light was in place, the paladin opted to take a closer look around while his companion was descending down to the ground. He dismounted, walked over to the house and knocked on the door.

"Hello? Is anyone in here? I am Sir Aurelian, Paladin of Sol. I chanced upon your dwelling, and if anyone's still here, I'll help you however I can."

If there was no answer, Aurelian would tentatively open the door, but not step through the threshold. Rather, he would peer into the interior, attempting to gauge whether or not anyone was within, dead or alive. With his eyes acclimated to the bright light of the spell that he had cast, however, it might take a few moments for him to see anything within.

This

[Assistant]
"Eh? No, I will do no such thihnff."

Rean lightly glared at the other girl but her stomach kept her from denying Liora's apple. Whether she liked it or not, she needed to eat something. Begrudgingly, and refraining from pointing out the probable germination such an act entailed, she munched on the fruit even as the other girl was lost in her own thoughts. Good, because she didn't fancy Liora catching her flustered expression or caring for her apple because soon enough Rean devoured the fruit, core and all. It seemed she was hungrier than she thought.

Wiping her lips with her sleeve, she was just about to suggest they go look for Arthur before Liora took it upon herself to act as the "distraction." It was a plan they hardly agreed to. Rean was left agape, hair slightly frazzled from Liora's headpats. "Wait, we can't just…Liora that's reckless, you fool!" But she was already up and near the guards. Rean cursed, an action that was probably unfavorable with the other gods but more than in-character for her patron.

What, did Liora think she was some sort of thief? Was she even dressed like one? Why couldn't they have gotten someone more suited for the task to sneak around, like Arthur. She idly felt his presence nearby but not close enough to be of real assistance. Rean sighed and got to moving before the guards realized what they were doing. Scanning around for a higher vantage point, she spotted the closest building to the library. First step was first, just getting onto this building was going to be a hassle. Luckily, she had the merits of a small open window…and magic.

Rean unstrapped the Devulga at her hip, flipping through the pages and muttering some soft but subtle words to the tome. She intended to conjure up crimson winds, just enough to elevate her to the window without causing a panic. It would be just their luck she summoned a crimson tornado instead but she doubted she had the energy for that anyway. Getting to the window was the easy part of course. Next remained scaling the library from this building.


[System]
Age: 17

House: Stark

Family:
Mother: Lady Maege Stark, formerly Lady Maege Umber. She is a proud woman of about 48. She cares greatly about her family and would do anything to protect them. She believes that the greatest weapon one can wield is their words and she is skilled with hers.
Father: The late Lord Brandon Stark. He was taken by fever two years ago, leaving John as the reigning lord of the North and of Winterfell. He was honorable and proud, never backing down. He served as the former king's Hand.
Brothers:Open
Sisters:Open

Skills: John is skilled with a sword, having been raised by a noble family. Likewise, he is a good horseback rider and a somewhat skilled archer, though it is not his best skill and he would much rather use a sword. Other than that he is quite diplomatic, and is good at keeping peace between enemies, though that may not work in the upcoming war between Lions and Dragons.

Weaknesses: John has been cursed with Stark honor. He refuses to go back on deals unless it is an absolute necessity. He won't fight an unarmed enemy and he can be somewhat naive about the workings of politics.

Weapon:
John wields the ancestral sword of House Stark, a Valyrian Steel sword called Ice.

Title: Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and soon to be Hand of the King.

Personality: John can best be described as a Stark. Because that is what he is. He's honorable, smart, and proud. He's kind to peasants and lords alike but he isn't afraid to stand his ground against the likes of the Lannisters, a House that he has no love for.

Bio: John was born as the winter was slowly fading into summer. He was the first born child of Lady Maege and Lord Brandon and as such he was spoiled rotten. When he was eight years old his father accepted the position of Hand of the King for the then king, Jaehaerys Targaryen, and he went with him. He spent the next eight years in King's Landing, going back to Winterfell only occasionally. As such he became good friends with the now king, Daeron, and he considers him one of his closest allies. The two would often play together in the Red Keep, scaring his mother's handmaidens and spying on the small council meetings. When John's father fell ill they traveled back to Winterfell where his father died three months later, leaving him as the new Lord of House Stark. Since then he has been trying to make a name for himself as someone who respects his subjects but will fight for what he believes in.

Other:John is the owner of a direwolf named Shiera, after one of Aegon IV's bastards, a woman who seduced many men and was considered a powerful sorceress. His mother gave him the idea after he stated he wanted to name the animal something powerful. She said that most women find power in words not in weapons, and then told him the story of Shiera Seastar.

"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."

Name: Daeron Targaryen]

Age: 17

House: Targaryen

Family:
Mother: His mother is Queen Olenna Targaryen, formerly Lady Olenna Tyrell. She is a courageous woman, not afraid to fight for her family in whatever manner possible. She is the same age as Lady Maege Stark and the two grew close while the Starks were in King's Landing.
Father: Daeron's father was the late King Jaehaerys Targaryen, a man who was praised for his strong leadership. Jaehaerys died at the age of 49, when he fell ill and died in quick succession. He was a brave man, riding into battle fearlessly to defend not only his claims, but his men as well.
Brothers:Open
Sisters:Open

Skills: Daeron is a skilled warrior, excelling at sword fighting and archery especially. He is also quite skilled at getting information, using his charm and the many resources at his command.

Weaknesses: Daeron can't ride a horse. It's never been appealing to him. and he never learned the skill. He is also known for having a short fuse, and can snap very quickly, making him easily manipulated by his anger.

Weapon:
Daeron is known for utilizing a sword that was forged in the times of Daenarys Targaryen, Athdrivar, which is the Dothraki word for death.

Title: Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms/King on the Iron Throne/King of Westeros.

Personality: Daeron has always been described as ambitious. He's always wanted power. Lucky thing he was born into the royal family. However he wants more. Some think he is too hungry for power, others believe that ambition will protect them. Whether or not they are right may soon be revealed. Daeron is also known for his temper, and could be described as obnoxious during his outbursts. However, he is a kind person to his friends and tries to be kind to his subjects as well.

Bio: Daeron was the first born child of King Jaehaerys and Queen Olenna. He was doted upon from an early age and given anything he could possibly want. Unlike some noble children, he refused to squire for a knight, stating he was too good for a position of servitude. His parents didn't press the subject and he continued on with his life. Now he is king, and he is blind to the games the Lannisters are playing, seeing as how his eyes are set across the Narrow Sea, in the land of Essos. Daeron is a true Targaryen and he lusts for the conquer. Whether he follows through or not is the million gold dragon question.

Other:"When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."

[User]
Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John was nervously sipping his wine and stroking Shiera's head when he was approached by his vassal, Lord Cullen Sunderland. The man greeted him solmenly, his head bowed in respect. John's spirits were raised at the sight of a fellow northerner. Cullen had been a good friend of John's father and was currently a god friend to John, even one of his most trusted advisers. "It's alright Cullen. You didn't miss much except for the announcement of the new Hand. Also known as the man you're staring at," John said, sighing before taking a swig of wine from his cup.

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King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros

Daeron smiled as his cousin, Gwayne, came up to him and offered his congratulations. He and his cousin were close but the age difference between them always kept them distanced. Daeron had known that Gwayne wanted the position he had just rewarded to John but he felt more trust for the Stark than his cousin. "I hope there are no hard feelings about the announcement I just made. It was quite a difficult decision but at the end of the day, I know John better than I know anyone. I can trust him to help me run a kingdom," Daeron said, his face flushed with intoxication.

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Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands

Gemma wasn't entirely surprised at Vernan's response to her plan. It was no secret that the lions hated the wolves but she still thought he could put that aside for power. No matter. The Frey had presented a good plan. If they could get the Martells behind them then they may have a shot at winning this war. "Alright Frey. Find allies, then a king. Sounds good. With that I bid you farewell. People might begin to think we're conspiring over here," Gemma said, flashing the knight a smile before drifting away.

[Assistant]
Cullen Sunderland
Cullen's eyes widened as he looked up in surprise. For John to be named Hand of the King meant he'd have to stay in King's Landing. A place Cullen knew was not for his Lord. This place was home to liars, plotters, and cowards. This was no place for a northman much less the Lord of Winterfell. Things were changing and not the way Cullen had hoped. "Congratulations my Lord. I assume this means you will be staying in King's Landing?, he asked. A serving girl came near with cups of wine but Cullen waived her away, "Forgive my boldness my lord but this place is not kind to men like us, the powers that rule here could make The Red Wedding look like nothing. With you here in King's Landing who will take charge of Winterfell?". Cullen made sure not to speak so loudly so as not to attract the attention of unwanted listeners. His hope right now was that he'd be able to convince John to step down from Hand of the King. The North needed John more than these southerners, besides the king could choose another Hand. The boy was sure to have a long list of people waiting to kiss the king's ass.

[User]
Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John chewed his lip nervously. Of course, John had thought of these things. He knew Cullen would much rather him be at home where he was safe. "Cullen, I know you don't want me here. Frankly, I'm terrified. I grew up here and still, I don't think I can take on this nest of vipers. But Daeron is my friend. And he's dealing with a realm of vipers. So if I am truly a Stark, I will help Daeron in any way I can until he proves himself unworthy of that help. I will keep the position for a while longer. I can always resign if it proves too much. My mother will rule the North in my stead. However I was hoping Cullen, that you would stay here with me. My household guard can only protect me to a certain degree. I need someone with my best interests at heart, someone who I trust with my life. I need another set of eyes and ears. I'd hope that you'd be willing to do that for me," John said, looking over at his vassal.


[System]
Species: Witch

Age: 21 in appearance, 178 years old

Appearance:

Relation to characters (optional): Benjamin pretends to "just" be a psychic and clairvoyant, helping the main characters, be they Sam and Dean or anyone else for that matter, to prevent the Judeo Christian Apocalypse.

Bio: Born in the English countryside in 1830, Benjamin was a natural born witch who could speak with plants and animals and later manifested telekinesis in puberty. English witches could sense his natural born talent and took him in to learn their craft. This man traveled the world after reaching his twenties and eventually settled down in America in the year 1948. He has tutored witches from all over the world over the past one hundred years. As is unusual with a witch, contact or some kind of involvement with demons was very uncommon for him.

However, this powerful male witch has recently been targeted by demonic entities, and he is seeking out the Winchesters to help them overcome the source of the attempts on his life.

Powers and Abilities:

Powers:
Telekinesis
Clairvoyance/Psychometry
Communication/domination over Plants and Animals
Enhanced Perception: Evil
Telepathy
Longevity
Omnilingualism
Peak Human Intelligence
Sheer Force Of Will/Pain Tolerance/Concentration

Spell Casting:
Protection spell creates a force field, skin tight around his entire body, and is at least as durable as Kevlar. He can focus on the forcefield to strengthen it. Protection spells cancel out curses and make it more difficult to effect a target with hostile magic.

Ignis: A fireball erupts from the palm of his hand and strikes out at his targets.

Frigis: A localized blizzard homes in on enemies, attempting to freeze them to death.

Healing Spell: With a pinch of salt and herbs he can perform wonders of healing, curing long term chronic diseases and with incantations even curing permanent paralysis, blindness and cancers. As long as the body is whole and not too old, it is possible he can even resurrect the dead.

Unlocking/Locking/Sealing Spell: Benjamin knows spells to lock/unlock and seal objects, people, animals or even occasionally spirits away.

Glamor: Benjamin can change the physical appearance of himself or others through a one word command.

Mirror Images Benjamin can split into multiple images of himself, which even those with clairvoyance or psychic abilities find very difficult to tell apart from the real man.

Fulminis Venite: Benjamin conjures a lightning bolt to strike an enemy.

Dispel Magic: Dispel magic causes spells and hexes to fizzle out. The stronger and more complex the spell, the less likely this spell is to work. Even with Benjamin's sheer force of will, something like Rowena's protection spell over her house, opening Lucifer's Cage, etcetera, and the major spells/rituals of the show can't be nullified.

Salire per Spatium: A teleportation spell.

Weaknesses:
Despite having peak intelligence, and having the appearance and biological health of a young man, Benjamin has some kind of modest senility which occasionally effects his behavior from time to time. He once knew a vast array of powerful spells and only remembers a little over several of them now. Whenever in the presence of significant evil or danger, his senility is set into remission.

Also, he has never learned how to use curses in spell casting on anyone.

[User]
Cason

Cason smiled, pleased that she agreed to take his hand. He pulled her to his side as she stood, seeing the nervousness on her face, "I promise…I'm not going to let them hurt you."

He spoke the words with a serious look on his face, reaching a hand up to quickly brush his thumb down her chin in an attempt to elicit a smile. He then turned to the front door, bringing her along with him as he turned the door knob, and swung the door open.

Sarah quickly turned her head, and peeked around the door facing as they approached. She stood about a half a foot below Cason's eye level, her smoky hair whipping around as the chilly night air washed over them.

"Hey, darlin'.", Cason almost cooed to her as he stepped over the threshold of the door, and onto the small porch. She backed up as he pulled Esme through the doorway with him, bringing her in front of Sarah. Her appearance was akin to a Doberman Pinscher, made of smoke and glowing red eyes as she pulled her lips back to show her teeth, "This is Esme. I know…she's a human. But you need to protect her, at all cost. No matter what you see. No matter where I go. You watch her."

Sarah turned her gaze to Esme, stepping forward with a small thud and bowing her head. Cason didn't stop his orders as she did so, bringing his hand to her snout, "And anything that tries to get into this house, or near her, that doesn't smell like I do…destroy."

Sarah growled, almost excited at the permission to kill something. She kept her bowed stance in front of Esme, as Cason reached down for Esme's hand. He yanked her forward, placing her hand amongst the wisping smoke atop Sarah's head, allowing her to pet the hellhound, something humans never were allowed to do, or they would be torn to shreds.

"She can't hurt you now, even if she wanted to. Even the guy I stole her from, as a puppy, has no say, here."

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling

Cason's words didn't bring Esme much comfort. She didn't give a smile at his attempt. She followed him to the front door, her eyes trained on it as he opened it and swung it open. She saw Sarah peek around the door as they approached. Esme's eyes went wide at her size. Her eyes didn't leave Sarah as Cason spoke sweetly to her as they walked out onto the porch and in front of Sarah. Esme took in Sarah's appearance, noticing how much she looked like a Doberman that was made of tendrils of smoke.

The most startling thing about her was her red eyes, followed by the showing of her teeth. Esme took a few steps back at the action as Cason spoke to Sarah. She couldn't lie to herself or hid it from her face. The hellhound that stood before her absolutely terrified the hell out of her. She froze as Sarah turned her red eyes on her and stepped forward and bowed. She listened to what Cason told Sarah as he placed a hand on her nose. Sarah's growl sent a shiver down her spine.

Esme gave a yelp as Cason grabbed her hand and yanked her forward to Sarah, only to set her hand on Sarah's head as she closed her eyes tightly. She felt that her hand was on something solid, but she dared not open her eyes even at Cason's words. Was her hand truly resting on top of a hellhound's head? Was she still standing on Bobby's porch? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? Esme barely opened an eye to peek at her surroundings and Sarah in front of her, her hand was in fact resting on her head.

"Holy hellfire!" she said in barely a whisper that was shaky. Esme finally opened her eyes fully and looked at Sarah, still not believing she was actually standing in front of a hellhound and had her hand on its head. This is stupidly crazy. she thought. Sarah still had her terrified, but she was slowly gaining control of herself and gaining color back to her face.

[User]
Cason

Cason smiled at Esme's reaction to touching Sarah's head. Sarah groaned in appreciation of her new friend, nuzzling her smoky head into Esme's hand. Violet, almost seeming jealous of the attention her sister was getting and strolled over, herself, offering herself to Esme without a prompt, which caused Cason to smile wider.

"While it will be these two who follow you around, any hellhound on this property knows the rules…", he explained, patting his best girl on the back as she nuzzled Esme and sat on her rump in front of her.

"If you need private time, tell them. They can understand you, for the most part. They will just sit outside whatever door you're behind. No salt lines, unless they are inside, or they can't protect you…", he explained, "And they can't come near the vault. So, I would stay away from it, as well. Other than that, they're yours until you decide to give them up. I think you'll find it relaxing, once you get used to it."

He looked out over the foggy junkyard, seeing the other hellhounds around the perimeter, patiently waiting for the worst to come. He could feel it in the wind that the demons were probably not going to play by the rules, but why would they? It wasn't Alastair's style. He heard the others entering the living room, as they stood with the door open, Bobby grumbling a bit about him wasting the air conditioning, despite the cool air coming through the door.

"We should probably see what the plan is, yeah?", he said to her finally, nodding toward the open door.

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling

Esme calmed a bit more when Sarah nuzzled her hand with a sound that sounded like appreciation. Esme then rubbed Sarah's head, then looked over at Violet as she came over. She couldn't help but smile a bit as Violet looked a bit jealous of the attention Sarah was getting. Esme slowly lifted her other hand and placed it on Violet's head and rubbed it. This was one of the craziest things she had done in her life, and she had done some crazy things in her life. When Cason spoke, Esme turned her head to look at him.

Esme nodded to show she understood, then turned back to the two hounds in front of her as she was nuzzled by one. Esme rubbed their heads and patted the sides of their necks as Cason continued to explain everything she needed to know. She knew well that she wouldn't be able to use salt lines unless absolutely necessary, but she was glad he mentioned the vault. She knew nothing about it except that it was there, since she didn't go down with the other when Bobby had shown them. "Relaxing?" she repeated in a questioning tone. "Maybe." she said, looking over at him.

She followed his gaze, looking out over the junkyard, taking in the fog and other hounds that roamed the grounds. If and when anything comes, they would be sure to hear with so many hounds around the house. Esme looked back at Sarah and Violet. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes. Even with the extra protection, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about this whole situation, but they couldn't let Annabeth go without a fight. She knew well that this all could end terribly.

They could be killed or seriously injured from all that was coming their way. She sighed again as she heard Bobby grumble about wasting the air conditioning. She then nodded to Cason as she opened her eyes. "Yeah, we should. I don't want to be left in the dark on any of this." she mumbled. She looked at Sarah and Violet as she gave them both a good pat, a small smile coming to her. "Thank you." she whispered softly to them both. "I don't see a problem with one of you coming in. I don't think there is room for both of you in the living room. Just try not to make yourself known. We don't want to freak out the others." she continued in a soft whisper. Esme then turned to head back inside with the others.

[User]
MIKA AND NATALIA

Seeing Dean almost grumble in disapproval at her quip about how Dean used to like sleepovers also made Mika smirk smugly that she got one over on him for once. It made a change from playful jabs being made at her and she very rarely got one over on him, so when she did, she revelled in it and she noticed that Natalia and Sam noticed it also as she smirks on their lips. This was also her way of backing Sam up from the jabs, just like she always used to.

As Dean said about getting the blankets and sleeping bags, she decided she would help him if it came to it, by remaining out of the way of the cast iron door and letting him. She didn't notice it, but being this close was making her skin feel rather warm under her clothing but she thought nothing of it, just assuming it was because there was no real air conditioning in this basement of Bobby's.

She watched as Natalia stepped out behind Dean and then started walking toward the steps with her. "Can't believe you didn't say anything about this being down here" she quietly told Mika, "None of you asked" Mika quipped back with a smirk and light snigger. "Touche" Nat replied before looking back again as it was dicussed about the two of them helping come up with defence plans.

SAM

With the jesting done and over with, he looked back down at Annabeth as she walked back to him after studying every inch of the vault. He smiled at her at first but then she spoke so seriously and quietly, his smiel faded a little, not knowing where this was going but knew they did indeed need to talk. He wanted to tell her that he remembered her from when they were kids, remind her of that one brief meeting that night, but it seemed she needed to get what she had to say off her chest first.

The words that came out of her mouth did not sit well with him at all, and he shook his head lightly but he knew she was right, he would have to let her go if they were to get any kind of advance on Alistair, but he didn't like the idea. "I don't wanna let you go again...but...but I know I have to" he mumbled back to her. "We have met before Anna...in Minnesota, in some grubby motel parking lot. We ran to a cabin in the adjacent woods and my brother and Mika came after us. Just know I have never forgiven myself for letting you run off that night and if I fail you again by getting you hurt because I agree to letting you go with AListair? I won't forgive myself for that either" he explained to her, placing his forehead to hers.

[Assistant]
Knocking on the door, the witch noticed that he could sense the presence of someone very experienced and skilled as a hunter. Benjamin politely gave just three more raps on the door and would wait for Bobby to answer. "I'm a friend of the Winchesters." He stated. "Name's Benjamin, I fell asleep in the car."
"Sorry!" He stated, as he was embarrassed. Sioux Falls was beautiful this time of year, he thought to himself.


[System]
Photo:
Age*: 16
Gender*: Male
Abilities*: Elemental Mastery- AA's mastery of the elements is limited by his own training, of which has been personal. As of now, he can only control the basic five elements to varying degrees- (Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Lightning) His signature is making avatars that embody the essence of each element, but he can utilize other aspects of the elements, such as minor flame conjuring and manipulation of small boulders. Azrael can only summon one avatar at a time, about the size of a large horse if he still wishes to use his element manipulation. However, when he uses his Lightning Element, he can only do battle with its gifts and his blade.
Earth- A golem, size varying with the magic power expended
Wind- An eagle, ""
Fire- A dragon, ""
Water- A kraken, ""
Lightning- the only one without a separate avatar, the lightning becomes one with Azrael for a time. After utilizing his limited teleport, Azrael can no longer use his lightning strikes and all that remains are his heightened speed and awareness.
Blade of Metal Spirit- The blade will glow when in the presence of the Metal Spirit and is indestructible.
Glove of the Dragon Spirit- Made from the scales of a lesser dragon that Azrael slew, it helps prevent major injury and also allows for limited offensive support, as the spikes on his right arm are from the spine of the late creature.

How you could work in a team: Support, Front-line, or guerrilla tactics

Personality*: Azrael has a thirst to learn and to prove himself to any he gives respect. He rarely dismisses an idea from another, unless he knows for a certainty that they are in the wrong. Because of his powerful innate abilities, he always keeps a positive and calm demeanor. However, he does enjoy a good joke and banter with friends and acquaintances.

History: Azrael had no magical abilities when he was born, but after a near fatal accident, which killed his parents, he found his gifts. On his deathbed, the spirits of the basic elements visited him and offered a contract in exchange for his service after death. The trust and blessings of these powerful creatures has humbled Azrael since his near-death at the age of ten. Afterwards, he lived in the respective lands where each of his masters dwell, learning their arts until they deemed him worthy to learn with his own power. Now, he searches for the Masters of the lost elements, the personal quest his Spirit Masters bequeathed unto him.

Along with the mastery of the elements, Azrael was given his blade. Its origins date back to when the Element Spirits roamed the world in full power, until the threat of human magic drove them back to their respective realms. The sword was reputedly made by the Master of the Metal element and allows the wielder to cut through most offensive and defensive magics, but Azrael has never seen any of these attributes reflected in his training with the blade.

Other: Not known to Azrael, he has a younger sister, who disappeared in the crash.

Classes: Rituals, Arcane Arts, Physical Education, Elements Class, Combat Training, Artifacts, General Education, Magic Theory, Summoning, Enchanting, Sealing, Practical Application

[User] Slick stepped up to the podium. The boy was confident and strode with passion and a confidence which came hand in hand with cockiness. "Hello my peers, I am Slick Sloth Zairos, the third. Apparently I'm meant to make a speech about what I do and who I am, well I'm not. If you wish to find out about me, listen to my answers in class and talk to me like a regular person. That's all." With that Slick sat down ready for a year at his school.

[Assistant] Charles slowly stepped up to the podium taking small steps... the cloth on his arms waving in the air and his tail flicking in the air his face would be bit red from how nervous he is. he gulped.. his tail, horns, and strange outfit probably would be getting a lot of looks. "h.h.helllo" he say stuttering to everyone "I... I'm... C...Charles.. McCloud" he would look like his about to explode having to do this "I um.. well i...can..... Please treat me well!" he suddenly says then quickly moves back to his seat sitting down, his face still red as can be from standing infront of so many people

[User] Great, Slick thought. We've got a shy guy over here, this will be amazing, he's not going to get bullied, at least I hope he won't.

[Assistant]
Miss Agatha Rose Merriweather Pendragon may not have much but she had a few ancestors that were noteworthy enough to speak of but why should she speak of her great great grandparents whom she never met and only heard stories of. Mim Merriweather never married but was excellent with her powers and Mordecai Pendragon had his powers as well. They were well..... if the information was correct, very close to each other.
Which the union yielded her great grandfather, Zubloo Merriweather Pendragon. What a name! I might as well go up and get it over with.

She stood up and literally glided up to the podium. A slight breeze along the ground could be felt as she glided while a soft yellow aura hung around her body.

"Salutations, fellow students. My name is Miss Agatha Rose Merriweather Pendragon. I am here to study and to learn. I wish to learn about each of you and perhaps even befriend a few of you as time goes along. If anyone wishes to know more about me, feel free to speak to me when we have time to socialize." Agatha spoke calmly and was quite happy with her speech. She glided back to her seat with her slight breeze and sunshiney aura.

[User]
Azrael took a few steadying breaths, trying to calm his racing heart beat. He'd never spoken in front of a group like this before, it was nerve-wracking! Before he started overheating and sweating, Azrael started the long journey to the podium. Standing behind it, he squinted slightly for a breath, wondering why the school needed such bright lights.

 "Hello Mana-Script Academy, my name is Azrael Arcana and I am a first-year student here at this Academy. While I have had great mentors in the past, I know that the instructors in this school are the best and brightest known on this vast world. I hope that we all succeed, but I aim to prove to myself and everyone that I will be a positive contribution to this school. Please, treat me kindly and I will do so in return. If you wish to know me personally, I am always open to making new friends! I hope the Academy treats you- and myself- well, have a magical day." Az bowed his head slightly, and proceeded back to his seat.

This place was wondrous and the students just as impressive. Yet a small part of him missed the forests, mountains, and sea where he had first begun his magical training. He felt as if he could get lost in the sea of faces that he saw before him. His sword embarrassingly clinked against the metal of his chair, reverberating slightly in the silence following his introductory speech.

[Assistant] Chen walked up on stage with an air of confidence and authority. He looked around and smiled. "Hello fellow students. My name is Chen Chideta, I am here to become stronger. I do hope you can all provide a challenge for me." He stepped down from the podium with a cocky grin and sat down in a seat near the back of the room.

[User] Next Aleksandra walked up to the podium and gave a small bow, "my name is Aleksandra Galino and I have come from the far east" she said without a hint of hesitation but a lighter and more accented voice than what would be expected from her and she heard some snickers from further back from a group of tall muscle bound jocks "Abided by the rules of this school and we shall not have a problem" she emphasized the word problem with a stare that would almost rival a beast when it hunts aimed directly at the group which shut them up. After that she adjusted her gloves and walked off the stage but not before thanking the school for allowing her to be there early. When she got back to her seat Aleksa folded her hands into her lap and waited for the rest of the students to make their introductions.

[Assistant]
Apollo had a sketchbook out. He was drawing every person whom went on the podium. This was his way of passing time... and the way he spoke. Once it was his turn he walked slowly to the podium. Once there he began to write on his sketchbook. He then raised the sketchbook up high.
"My Name is Apollo Eros, There are two reasons I'm herex the first is to discover more about myself" He wrote, In a way that didnt mean that he wanted to find out about his Personality.
"The second is..Well you'll find that out soon.." Apollo wrote. He then walked back to his seat and continued drawing, but himself this time. He was emmiting a Transparent Aura currently, a strange "color".

[User]
Azrael noted the second to last of new students, although the boy with the drawing pad was certainly an attention grabber. It didn't seem like the guy was shy, so why didn't he just introduce himself? But the girl Aleksandra was infinitely more interesting to Az, as she had briefly emanated elemental magic after silencing the snickering idiots further back. When she sat in his row, Azrael took the initiative and moved covertly, sliding down until he was hidden behind the row of seats in front. He walked over, looking like a gorilla bent at the waist, nearly dragging his knuckles. He sat next to the girl who looked ever ready for a fight. In a hushed tone, he tried to introduce himself for the second time, although to an audience of one this time.

"Hi, my name is Azrael Arcana if you didn't catch it before. You're Aleksandra, right?" He tried a small smile, but it had been a long time since he had actually talked to another human. The Elemental Spirits weren't the best at dialogue. "I couldn't help noticing, but are you an Elementalist? I am too and I'd really appreciate if we could be on friendly terms, maybe help each other out this school year?" Azrael offered his hand for a shake, hoping to bridge the gap from strangers to at least acquaintances.

[Assistant] When Azreal stuck his hand out after introducing himself Aleksandra took it with a bit too much though didn't seem to notice. "To see another elementalist is good," she said in the same hushed tone but her dialect slipped "I would like to work with you very much" at this Aleksa let go of his hand. She gave a small smile but then was back to being serious when the next student went up to the podium. As she sat in her chair she began to feel as though more powerful students were yet to make their appearance.

[User] you would think that after thirteen hundred years Kieran would get the hang of sleeping...well nope, he keeps forgetting that his body needs that to function a full capability. He hadn't slept for several days before coming here and it was taking it's toll. He had stumbled in late, around the second introduction, and all the while he was in his chair his eyes were nearly closing and his head kept tipping. He barely caught the names of most of the other students here. as the introductions went on it was getting harder and harder to resist the urge to sleep, the slight breeze and warm aura coming from the girl next to him, Agatha, only served to make that urge stronger. And so, he was suddenly using Agatha's shoulder as a pillow as he gave in and passed out.

[Assistant]
Once everyone had introduced themselves, Agatha looked about for the one person who really interested in- a male who had an aura around his body. She was nervous going up to a stranger- particularly a male. She did not easily make friends but her curiosity got the better of her. She still floated so there was a slight breeze but now the aura surrounding her body was quickly changing to a sparkling rainbow bits floating around in a grey mist of nervousness.

"Excuse me.... If I heard your name correctly you are Apollo Eros? I find your Aura very interesting and thought that perhaps we can talk for a bit. You know, get to know each other?" Agatha spoke quietly.

[User]
Azrael felt a tad rebuked when Aleksandra suddenly shifted her attention, but he hadn't interacted with anyone for some time. Maybe many people were cold. Either way, his hand strayed to the hilt of his blade, a nervous habit. His fingers roamed across the almost scaled texture of the handle. "Good, I have questions that maybe only another Elementalist could answer. Find me when you have some free time," the boy requested with a friendly smile and a small nod of respect. Azrael wondered at the other students, so different in their behaviors and powers. He wondered how Aleksandra channeled her powers to make the elements, when he had to use their source to conjure them. Perhaps learning other arcane arts would help him in this pursuit.

It was no wonder this was the place the Spirits recommended. Silently, he interwove his fingers together, closed his eyes, and sent a prayer for good fortune to his Masters. He could feel their energy flow into him, a warm feeling of connection that said that he would never be alone, even if he made no connections in this place. He knew his powers were just starting to grow as he aged. He hoped this school would unlock his potential, and his weapon's. While the assembly was underway, he listened to the introductions of other students as he slipped into a half trance, a practice that helped him absorb more magicka. The room was awash with different energies and it was almost overwhelming! Yet, Azrael's strength may have been less than others, his talent was refined and very controlled, allowing him to separate his own mana pool from the others.


[System]
Solace & Sena - The Captain // The smol
Sable - B-22's bunkmate
Airus vel Aath - Nerd
Vasani'Brinme Skirata - "Captain, you can't hire someone just because they got the tiddy." "Fucking watch me."
CC-3011 "Sharp" - "Are you sure this is our clone? They all have the same face."
Skylar Fosslan - #FakeNews
Lucien Phoenix - "Wait, is this our clone?"
Natasha Dubrovnik - Zeltron. Nothing else really needs to be said.
Kadroo Long-Lake - Bearnabus Buttons
Kattha - "If you expect me to repeat your full name, you really don't know me that well."
Alyra Vosrin - The only blue person here not a chiss.

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Inactive Crew

Arx Sakal - Dedicated drinker
Durn Hammer - Pointy-head hammer guy
Vifii & Loril Kaalun - Not Piff // Tall mean lady
Kabal - Grenade gremlin
Clu Zanith - *Laughs in money*
Dakry Coltjer - A boy and his dog
Buurenaar D'ordinii - Angry Fish
Sai'rys Vytar - Blue Man Group going solo

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Deck One Deck 2 Deck 3 Deck 4 Deck 5 Deck 6

Though battered and bearing the scars of a dozen conflicts even before it was stolen from the Empire, the Noreaster is a venerable ship that has served her captains well ever since first clearing the docks. Numerous upgrades, retrofits and expansions have been made by the Gray Mariners in order to turn it into less of a warship and more into a home. Primary among them the conversion of the deck three cargo space into an armory and training deck, tweaks to the engines to give a little more power when needed and of course a bit more firepower in the form of a couple extra turbolasers. While it has been turned into a home among the stars for the mercenary band, it remains the brawler though, and none of her crew have forgotten that. Nor have their enemies, for reminders have been given time and time again that while old, the Noreaster is not yet ready to go down.The following is a loose set of rules for the Noreaster, enforced usually through potential loss of pay or violent ejection from the ship via airlock. Generally speaking, the crew is free to operate aboard the ship with free reign as long as they don't impose on the privacy of their fellow crew, the captain or her sister, and understand where the line is. For those who don't, the short set below makes things clear.

- All crew are equal under the Captain, and all have equal say at the table. Except Five-Toes. You know what you did.
- Looting is encouraged on missions unless the contract requests otherwise, however all spoils go to the company first. Crew are allowed to stake claims on a third of assets they loot, to be approved by the quartermaster or captain. The remainder goes to the coffers, stores or the armory where applicable.
- All weapons taken from the armory are to be signed out and returned after missions.
- Don't accept loan offers from Clu. Or any Muun.
- Admiral Piff is not food, nor a pest. Neither is Vi.
- The airlock is not sentient. It does not get a name.
- No explosives in the armory. This goes especially for you, Kabal.
- Holonet access is monitored shipboard after the Balmorra incident.
- Training deck hours are from 09:00 shiptime to 18:00. No exceptions.
- No disruptors on the training deck, Kabal.
- For the last time, people are not loot. The Captain does not care about the stance on slavery within the Empire.
- The Navigator is off-limits.

[User]
Skylar kept her pace behind Natasha, hesitant to be too close to the woman even more so with how she was at the moment. All seemed to be quiet as she followed the Zeltron, only to have the life scared out of her when Natasha turned around with the blaster aimed at the pilot. Skylar could not help but scowl, she knew the Zeltron was right but with what happened earlier... Skylar let out a sigh as she reluctantly gave in, after all, there was something more important at hand than her petty annoyance with Natasha. She quickly closed the distance between herself and Natasha and continued to follow the other woman towards the cargo bay.

As Skylar entered the cargo bay with Natasha, she lowered her blaster rifle and watched in complete confusion as to what was actually going on, though she didn't care too much for it since she wasn't officially part of the crew yet, until her eyes stopped on the bomb that was being loaded aboard. "Is... Is that... Please don't tell me that's what I think that is..." If her guess was right, she was looking at a type of fusion bomb, probably baradium considering the location. If that is the case, she was pretty sure that just possessing the thing was a war crime. She was broken from her thoughts as Natasha turned to speak towards her again, only to glare at the Zeltron as she used her little nickname for the pilot.

"I'll be honest, I'm beginning to rethink my decision after, well, you, and this whole... situation here. While I wasn't expecting to get along with absolutely everyone onboard, I was at the very least expecting not to be threatened with my bounty before I even joined the crew. Also, I highly doubt that they'll consider me a stowaway considering your captain saw us together before we headed towards the ship."

Skylar lingers at the doors while she watches the Zeltron enter the cargo bay, still unsure of her decision of whether to leave or try and join the crew despite everything. It was then that she heard the all too familiar sound of blaster fire. "It's just one incident after the other isn't it..." With a sigh, the Kuati hoists up her rifle and moves into the cargo bay to find some cover where she can see whoever is shooting at the ship. Once set, Skylar looked through her sights to see the three people who were stupid enough to attack a ship with its crew aboard, though it looked like one of them had a rotary cannon which definitely complicated things a little. After briefly looking away from the flash of the detonator that Natasha threw, Skylar trained her rifle on the wielder of the rotary cannon before sending out a few shots towards the head and arms to try and kill, or at the very least disable, the person using the rotary cannon.

[Assistant]
"Jarak"

"I'll deal with you after things are wrapped up here."
It seemed fair enough to him that she would want to deal with perhaps the second stupidest person on the ship, the first being himself of course, before beginning to test how well he could lie to a supposed force user. Though for the price of having to wait a little longer than he'd have liked, he was treated to her giving the dumbass who shot at her crew a little life lesson after almost giving him a heart attack. It was a short-lived reprieve from the never-ending wave of fun that appeared to flock to this ship. From the corner of his eye, Jarak noticed the doors to the hangar open again and three figures walk through it towards the ship, more crew? he thought to himself though he didn't remember them from the dossier and after what he presumed was the Ubese and a little helper walked in with a shopping cart and what looked like a broken fission device that was all the crew on the file accounted for. No, their posture was not that of crew returning to the ship, more like... attacking it, then Solace spoke her orders.

Jarak already at the top of the ramp was certainly in a better situation than those down below and they were having to cart the broken looking bomb up here as well. He gave a small smile as he grabbed his bag and threw it over and behind a conveniently placed crate before following it over as well. Whoever these guys were they certainly looked more imposing than the usual groups of rebels and terrorists he would deal with. He hadn't been expecting a firefight he could properly sink his teeth into so early into his mission so this was certainly a welcome surprise indeed. Opening the zip of his bag revealed most of his equipment; blasters, some grenades, his armour all he had on his person was his pistol and that was not going to surface against a Mando with a Z-6, let alone the other two. Peeking out from behind the crate he squeezed off a few bursts in the assailant's direction hoping to provide some sort of covering fire to those not up the ramp yet.

"Sable"

Sable nodded his head to Solace before turning to address the trouble making Twi'Lek "Please follow me miss we don't want any more trouble do we?" Sable said as he began to lead the Twi'Lek towards the exit of the bay. It had certainly been an interesting end to their stay on Anchorage, they'd had people hide away before but never ones that tried to shoot the place up and then ask for a job. Though Solace mentioning the word fresh when referring to Five Toes cooking gave him something to have a little chuckle about. But it would seem the quiet that had descended momentarily would disappear just as quickly as it came.

From the hangar bay ramp, he heard Solace shout orders at the newcomer and presumably Kabal who was the only one unaccounted for. Sable was confused for a moment at the urgency of Solace's orders, surely the danger was over right? Wrong, more shots came from the bottom of the ramp and the blaster sounded big but Sable couldn't tell what it was. He watched in slight surprise as the Twi'Lek went from cowering behind him, to behind some more solid cover than his slender frame, perhaps she wasn't as brave as her attempt to stow away on a mercenaries ship portrayed her as. Needless to say Sable was incredibly happy with this new development, a proper fight is what he existed for after all and he had already processed the perfect way to deal with the fools who dared attack his ship.

It was then that the Twi'Lek spoke to him and offered what was certainly a solution to the current predicament but not in any way related to what he was going to do. "Port security won't be necessary, I'm planning on enjoying myself if they don't take the rather large hint I'm going to give them." As he crouched down next to the Twi'Lek his eyes flashed, not too far from their location on deck four an Astromech whirred into life, under instructions from Sable it exited the coral and proceeded towards the turbolift and headed for the lower Turbolaser control room on deck two, Sable might have been built for fighting but no one ever told him it had to be done in a fair manner. The Astromech accessed the controls and began charging the guns, checking the camera mounted on the turret he saw there were three assailants and one was what looked like Deathwatch. "Oh goody it's been too long since I've killed some Deathwatch." Sable's eyes flashed again and the turret's mechanisms hummed into life, the twin barrels swung out and stared down angrily at the three squishy fools assaulting the ship. Perhaps acting on something Alanna put in his programming but he couldn't bring himself to atomise them... yet "Captain I feel as though I should give you the opportunity to let them leave with their pathetic lives before I wipe them from existence, if you wanna shout from the ramp that's fine but if you can make it to me you can broadcast an offer of mercy over loudspeaker.

[User]
Eye contact was brief and purposefully so due to the storm of incoming fire that scorched the crates and hull behind her. "If it's not one damn thing it's another!" Solace cursed out aloud, taking refuge behind a barrel next to the ramp door and slamming the controls to begin the process of shutting the door. Regardless of whether those inside wanted to be aboard or not, their choices were dwindling and not exactly ideal. The three at the end of the hangar slowly approached, and although the Mandalorian was by far the most obvious and pressing concern, something was off about the Devaronian that made her feel like he was something else entirely. Nearby though, Natasha and the Kuati girl made themselves known, firing back with moderate efficacy.

"New girl! Forget the Mando-cunt and shot the horned bastard!" Just as soon as the words left her lips the tell-tale blue flashes of an energy field dissipated the energy of those bolts that would have hit home. Armor and a personal energy shield… That was trouble, and any experienced mercenary knew that. Worse than your normal skilled killer, these were obviously not just highly skilled, but also successful if the state of their arms meant anything. Sure she might have had one or two toys of that nature hanging around the armory, and her crew was struggling to get a baradium fission device into the cargo hold before the ramp crushed it and them, or worse it got shot and went off, but there was having such things, and there was using them. Every merc worth their salt had a couple things laying around for a rainy day, never mind how much she hated that phrase. For these three to use them meant that they could either afford to lose them, or that they were confident enough in their skills.

Neither outcome sounded very good for their longterm prospects. What concerned her more though was that out of all three, not a single hit was found on the ship's register of bounty hunters and mercenaries. A list that she made sure that both herself and their resident information broker updated every time they made port. A list that contained not just sanctioned hired guns, but also the criminals, gang-members, assassins and more notorious individuals out there that didn't play by the rules. If these three didn't have records then either they were new, which was so unlikely as to be dismissed outright, or they had some very powerful benefactors. The kind of benefactors that could either be the Empire or the Hutts. "Fuck. Just what we need." At least Sena was safe on the upper decks and as well armed as they seemed to be, they didn't entirely think through their little plan.

More than just that, she had a well-trained and experienced crew that not only out-numbered the kill team assembled before them, but they had forgotten one minor detail. It was not often that she allowed Sable to enjoy himself to such extent, but this time it felt like just such an occasion where playing light was not in their interests.

"To hell with mercy, no warning shots Sable. Give them a full broadside and paint the hangar walls! We'll sort it out with Port Authority later."