[System]
Super Name: Arsenal (formerly Speedy and Red Arrow)

Powers: None. Roy is, however, trained in archery by Oliver Queen himself. In addition, Roy has become a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and adept at using a wide array of weapons both standard and improvised. Thanks to some of his previous... connections, Roy speaks fluent Japanese and can also understand Russian, though he still needs to work on speaking the latter. Thanks to his time spent along side both Green Arrow and various members of the Bat-family, Roy has developed a keen analytical sense and has since become quite a detective in his own right.

Technology: Compound bow capable of folding in on itself for portability, some diamond-tipped arrows as well as a few "trick arrows" capable of taking down opponents non-lethally. These generally include compressed nets, blunted tips (most think of the famous boxing glove arrow), taser arrows capable of discharging an electrical current to stun attackers, among others. Roy's other weapons include a pair of Glock 41's, two combat knives hidden in his boots, and finally a pair of titanium batons. Roy's prosthetic arm - made of a synthium alloy - can also be used as a makeshift weapon or shield but he prefers to avoid potentially damaging it if possible. His commonly used utilities include a Batman-inspired gas-powered grapple gun, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and a voice modulator worn under his hood to distort his voice and prevent someone from recognizing him.

Acquaintances:
Oliver Queen (Green Arrow) - Former mentor and surrogate father-figure.
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) - Fellow founding member of the former Teen Titans. Batman's former student adopted Ward.
Vic Stone (Cyborg) - Another former Titan, and was the one who built Roy's prosthetic arm.
Jade Nguyen (Cheshire) - An infamous assassin and Roy's ex-lover.

Personality: If one were to describe Roy in a single word, "stubborn" would likely be their first choice. Roy's stubbornness combined with his opinionated attitude - one he likely picked up from being around Ollie for so long - can and has made him difficult to work with in the past. In recent years, Roy appears to have to realized this flaw and finds himself actively trying to improve his attitude, with varying degrees of success. Despite this, Roy still has a few "berserk buttons", as it were. Chief among those being drugs, heroin in particular. Having had a history with heroin himself, seeing others letting themselves be dragged down by has a way of setting him off and making him more eager than usual to take down whoever selling the drug. Ever since Anarchy's takeover, Roy has found himself getting progressively angrier at the world in general, as if it somehow betrayed him for letting Anarchy take over so easily. None has earned his ire more than Oliver Queen though, whose insistence on continuing to support Anarchy's efforts may as well be like putting a knife in Roy's back.

Bio: Roy was born of Navajo descent, even bearing a tribal tattoo to represent that fact. In his early childhood, Roy was adopted and raised by Broken Bow, a Navajo medicine chief who taught the young Roy the basics of archery. Roy didn't know his biological father that well, but he knew the man was a forest ranger that died tragically in a forest fire. After Brave Bow's death, and thus having lost two fathers, a grief-stricken Roy found himself lost. He was falling in with the wrong kinds of crowds, even becoming a heroin addict in the process. Needless to say, Roy's life was at a low point. That changed when he met Oliver Queen.

Roy first met Ollie when the latter approached him as Green Arrow, convincing Roy not to go through with robbing a nearby convenient store. Oliver could have just left Roy's fate up to the system, but instead decided to help the young teen himself. He took Roy in, gave him a home and essentially adopted him as his ward. Noticing Roy's existing skill with a bow, Oliver decided to train him further. Before long, Roy was fighting alongside Green Arrow as Speedy.

Sometime later, Speedy met and became friends with a number of other teenage sidekicks. Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, Donna Troy and himself started a team of their own called the Teen Titans. While in the Titans, Roy had a brief relationship with Donna that, frankly, didn't last long. The Titans themselves didn't last forever either, due mostly their roster constantly changing with people coming in and out of the team. Soon even Robin, who by then had rebranded himself as Nightwing, left the team he had helped create along with his then-lover Starfire. The Titans disbanded shortly after, and Roy found himself turning to heroin once more.

It didn't take Oliver long to discover Roy's relapse, and angered, he threw Roy out. Roy wasn't on the streets for long, instead he was taken in by Black Canary, who helped him break the addiction once and for all. But by then his relationship with Oliver had become strained, so Roy borrowed a page from Dick's playbook and rebranded himself as Red Arrow.

As Red Arrow, Roy found himself once again among the ranks of the Titans. Vic Stone - aka Cyborg and a member of the former team before it disbanded - asked Roy to help him start a new Teen Titans, and even Nightwing approved the idea despite politely refusing the offer to join the new team. This new team of Titans lasted all the way until Superman's death, only disbanding because Anarchy forced them to. During this team's tenure, Roy met the assassin Cheshire during an undercover mission meant to take her down. Instead the two ended up falling deeply in love with each other, and so Roy couldn't bring himself to take her down when the time came, instead letting her go.

After Anarchy's takeover, the New Titans lost contact with each other. Roy at first tried take Anarchy down on his own, but found himself defeated and dismembered for his troubles. He was forced to go into hiding after that, but during that time he reached out to Vic and his former teammate built an advanced prosthetic arm for him, but advised Roy to stay hidden and to give up on taking Anarchy down. Ever stubborn, Roy's response was to sever all his previous ties, forever discarding both Speedy and Red Arrow. He donned a new mask and hood, started carrying and wielding more weapons than just his bow. With such a small arsenal of weapons he always seemed to have on him, it wasn't hard for Roy to earn a new name... Arsenal.

[User] As Toby sat there in the alley, seeing what just happened. He saw the group drop into the sewer, and he kind of wanted to follow them. But how can he trace a group of, he guessed "heroes", through an entire cities sewer system? Oh well, might as well try. He sneaked over to the man-hole and quietly dropped down. Then proceeded to follow the footprints as far as he could and heard people walking, so he slowed down and continued to follow. He found them, they weren't moving very quickly. But he could get the name "Wayne" out of his mind, it meant something to him, but he couldn't remember what. But he didn't think about it too much as he continued to follow the group as quietly as possible.

[Assistant]
"You know, I could just carry you. You don't weigh anything to me."

Roy shifted his gaze, ever-so-slightly glancing to their rear without actually turning his head to look. He knew they were being followed since before his episode. Unless one had League-of-Assassins-level training, then sneaking up on a trained combatant like Roy was nigh-impossible. As a response to Light, he said, "That wasn't why I stopped." Which certainly sounded like a cryptic answer. Of course, that was the point, it needed to sound generic so that their mysterious tail wouldn't be suspicious. Thankfully, that wouldn't be needed for much longer.

Without any kind of warning, Roy snatched a specific arrow from his quiver and - after quickly spinning around with his bow - fired it into the darkness behind them. The arrow stuck to the corner of a wall, only to suddenly light up like some kind of oversized roman candle. It was effectively a flare attached to an arrow that would light up that particular section of the sewer. Unfortunately for their follower, bright green hair and yellow eyes were difficult enough to keep hidden without a flare lighting up the room. His presence was now revealed for Light to see.

"Consider that your warning shot!" Roy barked, having already switched his voice modulator back on, his voice sounded like it had previously: deeper and distorted, "Since you already passed up a prime opportunity to attack us..." he said, indicating the two hours he'd spent riding out his episode, "...I'll just assume you don't work for Patterson, but whoever you are you've got about ten seconds to explain yourself, or this next one..." he'd already drawn one of his normal diamond-tipped arrows, "...goes through your heart!"

[User] As the arrow hit the wall near him, it made a loud snapping noise which scared Nuke. Then he slowly stood up and walked forwards with his hands in the air, "Calm down, I'm not one of them. I heard you say the name 'Wayne'. I know that name from somewhere, but I don't remember where." Then he walked into the light. "I want to help you. I'm tired of them pushing us around." He said as he stood there, afraid of how they may react. "I'm one of you. I have 'powers', I guess you could say. Just give me a chance."

[Assistant] Looking at the scene unfold, Light shrugged. She figured if the guy was there to attack them he would've done it already, but Roy's reaction was justified of course with most of the world unwillingly against the two of them. After listening to the newcomer trying to defend himself from Roy's threatening arrow, Light said "Hey buddy. If that were true, you would've said "Hey, wait up guys!" or something like that, right?" Shrugging again, she stuck her thumb out at Nuke. "So, if your one of us, why not prove it? Roy, you tell him what to do. If you let me do the proof thingy, I'll probably embarrass the poor guy." She said, ending with a mischievous toothy grin.

[User]
Roy shot Light a look, "That's Arsenal." he said, trying to correct her. It was too late, though, she'd already said his name and there was no taking it back. Perhaps it wasn't a total loss, though. The green-haired fellow did say he wanted to help. It wasn't the most favorable of circumstances, but Roy couldn't afford to be picky about recruits right now. He lowered his bow, even stowing away the arrow he'd drawn before reach up and switching off his voice modulator. That thing was mainly meant to be used as an intimidation tactic, but in this instance that wasn't necessary.

"I'm Arsenal," he started, then added with a slight roll of his eyes, "but as my partner here blurted out, my name's Roy... Harper." it was a risky move giving his full name to someone. The Justice League weren't the only heroes who had their identities compromised by Anarchy. The Titans did as well, and that included Roy himself. His former identity as Speedy and Red Arrow were just as much public knowledge as any of the others. That was the primary reason he invented his Arsenal identity, so he could get a fresh start, "That's Toon Girl." he said, gesturing toward Light. If she wanted to give the stranger her real name, that would be her decision to make.

"If you're telling us the truth, then today's a lucky day for the both of us. I was just telling my partner here that we needed to expand our operations. Or in layman's terms: we're recruiting." at this point he started walking and assumed they would follow. It was about time they went somewhere more secure to talk, and that meant heading back to base. The base was... well, Roy only needed to let the place speak for itself. He led them through the sewers awhile longer until they wound up at an abandoned subway station in the Bowery. The station itself was not the base, there was in fact a vault door hidden behind a false wall that Roy re-purposed. In it was shaft leading deeper underground. At the bottom of the shaft was another hatch, this one lead to what could only be described as an underground town.

"Welcome to Wonder City." Roy said to Nuke, Light having already been brought here once before, "Not many people know that North Gotham City is built on top of this place. The ones that do know about don't seem interested in it anymore, so I figured it would make a good enough place to lay low and out of Anarchy's reach." around the city were oriental markings carved into walls and pillars, "You can ignore those markings. The League of Assassins used to have a Lazarus Pit here, but Batman destroyed it a long time ago, so they're not coming back. No one's been using this place but us."

"Speaking of Batman..." Roy said, recalling Nuke's earlier question, "...he's the reason why the name Wayne is important. Bruce Wayne was the man under that cowl. He and his company both work for Anarchy now." Wonder City had a number of different amenities and shops within it. They made for good places to turn into living quarters and other such functions. Roy had re-purposed one of the souvenir shops into what he called a "War Room". It housed an oblong table surrounded by chairs, the table itself had a map of Gotham spread across it along with assorted blueprints and schematics for various famous buildings like Wayne Tower or Monarch Theater. The wall looked like it was designed by a conspiracy theorist, covered in photos and newspaper clippings connected by threads of various color to indicate who was connected with what, with Anarchy and his company at the center of it all. This was the room he led the others to.

"I wasn't kidding about expanding. We need more help. Even with three of us, we're still small potatoes compared to Anarchy," he grabbed a nearby notepad and scribbled something in one of its pages, "We can't rely on the heroes anymore. Just about all of them work for Anarchy now. I know a few... alternative choices, but contacting most of them will be difficult, and getting their cooperation will be even harder than that." he dropped the pad back onto the table and turned it around for them to read. Many of the names on that list were rather famous - or infamous, as the case may be. The list included individuals like Deathstroke, Calculator, Deadshot, but also a few odd heroes here and there as well. Most of them were villains however, or at the very least, mercenaries whose loyalty would probably need to be paid for or traded for in some way.


[System]
Age: 28

Species: Drell

Gender: Male

Occupation: Logistic and Tactical Expert, Mercenary

Class: Vanguard

Powers: Heavy Barrier, Lifting Shockwave, Biotic Charge, Heavy Warp, Carnage, Adrenaline Rush

Weapons: M96 Mattock, M-300 Claymore, M6 Carnifex, M-920 Cain

Armor: Blood Dragon Armor

Apparel: When not in his armor, Ekrom wears the standard garb of the Drell, a high collared and wide chest affair. The material is light so it the user is kept cool, but fits to the form. The sleeves end in gloves, making the shirt one seamless piece.

Equipment: Chameleon Omni-Tool (equipped with blade), Savant X, Omnigel, Medigel X(fully stocked), Shadow Sword (frigate)
S H A D O W . S W O R D

Turian- Valkyr
Batarian-Urg
Krogan- ???
Personality: Ekrom is fiercely spiritual, a characteristic falling out of the trend for the modern-day Drell. Even with such beliefs however, he never held the Hanar in high-esteem, leaving their service as soon as the Compact would permit. He approaches everything logically, but that has never detracted from a wry sense of humor and a familiar tone to any he would call comrade. Not one to suffer deception, especially self-deception, he is straightforward and will speak his opinion whether requested or not.

Ekrom was like any other drell for 21 years, being the Hanars' deadly hand in the galaxy. The drell was sent on missions most would never come back from, but Ekrom is a survivor. After nearly a decade and a half of active service in the Compact, Ekrom's luck finally ran out. His team of four other drells were sent into a hostile area of space, where batarian pirates had regularly intercepted and stolen hanar trade ships. After locating the pirates' ship frequency, the drell task force made their move.

As soon as they came out of the FTL jump, everything went to hell. A second pirate ship pulled out from the shadow of a nearby gas giant which had masked its signal. Ekrom's ship's engine were compromised with the first shot, cutting off any hope of escape. Before his men could get to the escape pods, a second shot tore a whole in the hull close to the air lock where his team had waited for infiltration. They never had a chance as the vacuum of space tore apart the ship's metal shell as easy as a wet piece of paper. Ekrom sprinted to the only workable space pod, struggling to pull himself by various beams and consoles. Finally, he managed to get strapped in and escaped, reaching an FTL jump with only a second to spare. He had the honor of watching his ship explode before his pod took him to safety.

Inconsolable, Ekrom cursed the hanar and their missions. He renounced his active status in the Compact and fled to Omega, putting his prodigious skills, upgrades, and talents to work. He'd not been the normal drell, trained instead for front-line and high risk fighting. Most were wetwork specialist, taking advantage of the eidetic memory common to all drell. Ekrom's genetic coding showed a high compatibility with body enhancement technology. With heavy skin upgrades and extensive heavy muscle weaves, his endurance and strength rivaling a male krogan in his prime. This allows him to use the devastating Claymore shotgun while keeping the bones in his shooting arm intact. Furthermore, the hanar bought the very best of biotic implants for Ekrom, their prodigy, allowing him to use the legendary biotic ability, Biotic Charge.

Ekrom found that his particular talents were in high demand and that he could not handle the amount of work without his own personal spacecraft. He bought a state of the art frigate at a fraction of the price in a C-sec auction. He installed a frequency jamming unit and with a risky trade with the Collectors for a newly made human colony's security plans, installed an advanced Thanix Cannon. Burying his morals, he went through with the deal, after heavy negotiations. The mysterious race agreed to his terms, apparently finding the terms agreeable. After hiring a crew of fifteen, Ekrom began his career as a mercenary band leader. His outfit was named Amonkira's Hand and his ship the Shadow Sword. Now, he's looking for new contracts and contracts to fund his ambitious enterprises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ekrom noted the movement to the side, after one of his merc's shot hit near the top. It seemed someone had gotten closer to the airlock than any of the other C-sec operatives. The others were stuck behind the suppresive fire of two more of his men, arriving in response to the heavy squad of officers. Pretty soon Sicar's standing condition was going to be more of a hindrance than just a minor inconvenience. Didn't C-sec realize they were outclassed? Adding more firepower to the situation just meant that more would be sent in retaliation! Ekrom had just blasted through the last firewall and was using a brute-force software program to plug in the access codes to the locks. The hard part was over, now he just had to hold out against the cops.

"Clear a path!" he shouted to his subordinates, who quickly yielded to their now glowing boss. His barrier ability had soaked up a many number of bullets, which would force Ekrom to reactivate the biotic armor. Perhaps there was another way, he thought. He threw out an arm, a long and powerful string of biotic force blasting away, but not killing, the C-sec task force. They were bashed against surrounding walls, not leaving a mark on the white walls, but more than likely knocked unconscious. Sicari was lucky Ekrom didn't just shoot her and take the contract on himself. It would make this entire expedition all the easier, not having red tape on a wetwork contract! "Who does she think is?" Ekrom wondered aloud, barely above a murmur and unable to be heard over the biotic detonations.

She'd be reminded that it was only Ekrom's quick actions and decisions that had allowed her such quick departure. Who the hell cared about the Citadel and her officers? Ekrom shook his head at his thoughts, not wanting them to allow his focus to wander. He'd given her free reign of decisions involving the squad while on the ground, but Ekrom would have to talk to her privately. Sicari needed to be reminded that he was a mercenary leader first and an accomplice second. And that orders could only go as far as the paycheck... She had another thing coming if she thought that her words were absolute.

Even as he waited for the program to finish its work, Ekrom drew his pistol. He quickly went over the last few moments in his perfect memory, realizing that he'd been right about the movement on their flank. His waking dreams refocused until Ekrom could easily see that a Turian had snuck from the recently shot cargo box, back around a wall not too far away. A beep brought his eyes back to the present, and the screen showing him green lights. Punching in a couple of commands, his nerves settled as the magnetic clamps released and raised away from Shadow Sword's wings.

Aaron watched in disbelief as the drell wiped out almost all of his companions with a single gesture. Could it be possible for them to be knocked out so easily? For just an instant, he was about to run to his companions and aid them, but he eventually realized what were the alien's real intentions. "Not on my watch" whispered between himself, drawing himself closer to him. Analyzing carefully the distance between him an the mercenary, Aaron pulled the sums of what do do. Well, there wasn't much actually: the passageway was quite open, without any decent cover from which he could get a clear shot. Sneaking up on him was definitely insane, and many other plans were either impracticable or deadly. Then, he simply tired of sitting idly.

Without much noise, he exited from his cover, standing in a straight line towards him. If madness was required to stop the ship from departing, then he might as well go with the worst option of all. He remembered fairly well his high-school years from Earth: especially the rugby PE sessions. Now that would have been funny. He smirked, nervously glancing both the fallen officers and his target. Firstly hopping back and forth on his flexible feet, he touched the ground with his left hand. The screen suddently emitted a green glow.
Now! He fixed his gaze upon him, determination filling his eyes, and then sprinted towards the drell. "Eat this, Northampton Saints!"

The heavy slap of the Turian that had been hiding made itself apparent rather quickly. With not much time to react, Ekrom did the only thing logical, activating his Charge and coming up behind the stranger as he blew past where he'd been moments before. Who the hell was this asshole with the hero complex?! Gritting his teeth, he spun on his heel, throwing his arm high and wide, bringing it down with his impressive augmented strength. The butt of his heavy pistol cracked down sickeningly on the Turian's head, in the hollow where plates met scales. The male Turian's body was like water, just falling as he fell into unconsciousness. "Valkyr! Get this bilge-rat on the ship!" Ekrom shouted to his own merc, the Turian that Jason had been antogonizing earlier. Glad to be rid of the human, he holstered his rifle and lifted his kin onto a shoulder. The krogan had become a barrier protected meat shield for the two as the Turian merc struggled into the airlock.

"Boss! We gotta go!" the krogan roared, noting the trio of C-sec fighters taking positions around the ship. Ekrom's nasal slits flared in frustration.

"Goddamn these interfering assholes!" Ekrom growled, before turning to Lysia and Jason. "You two, on the ship! We're clear to take off and time is of the essence!" Firing up his omnitool, he issued clipped and brisque commands to Urg. "Forget the goddamn cannon!" Urg's face twisted in anger and disappointment and he opened his mouth to argue. "I know what I said, fine, stay there, but only aim at the engine thrusters! We want them crippled, not dead. At least, this time." Urg settled into a satisfied smile. "Get Valkyr to start up the ship and get her moving, I'll take over piloting once I'm on board!"

He grabbed at Jason, noting that his shots unnerringly always hit just shy of the police. "This human is soft and not just because of his hide!" Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the back of Jason's armor and pulled him, then shoved him towards the airlock. Letting off another shockwave, leaving the officers suspended in the air, Ekrom turned to Lysia. "Thanks for the support, but you need to get on, now!" Ekrom didn't want to overstep his bounds with the asari woman, Lysia, however. Her stance said she was a professional, one of those mind-flayers they called commandos. Not one to be trifled with.


[System]
Age: 23

Gender: Female

Armor:
Arzuros Helm
Arzuros Mail
Arzuros Vambraces
Arzuros Faulds
Arzuros Greaves

Weapon:
Metal Bagpipe

2 x Pitfall Traps
2 x Shock Traps

Fighting Style/Tactics: Serra's strength comes from her ability to play to her ally's strengths and creating opportunities for them to shine. Her main goal though, as she would put it, is to be as irritating as possible. She draws attention while playing her songs and carefully preparing for the opportunity to let her allies shine, using traps or a well placed hit to stun a monster. Solo hunts have always been far more difficult for her, but she can handle herself well enough.

Useful Skills: Serra's unwavering sense of confidence in herself and her choices might make her seem a little arrogant, but in a fight, it allows her to keep her cool in almost any situation. She also prides herself on being a good judge of character when it comes to meeting people and after one or two hunts, is able to start thinking about how to better utilise someone's more unique abilities.

Personality Buff(s): Serra has always had a rather abrasive personality, but it can serve her well in a fight. She uses this confidence to her benefit, distracting and luring the attention of monsters by making herself appear to be a better target. This strategy can be incredibly dangerous though, as she often wears armour that is more utility than protection. One wrong more, one missed thought and she can be taken out of the fight in an instant. Despite the risk though, she revels in the opportunity to draw the monster's focus. After all, hiding in the back lines wouldn't be fun at all.

(I would think of this like the Taunt skill in game, they have a slightly higher chance of hitting her, but only if she is actively drawing attention)

Miscellaneous:
Serra's hobbies include playing her much smaller instrument, a lyre, and learning to cook. Her attempts at cooking haven't ended very well, but she is determined to master the skill one day.

While her ability as a tactician is quite good, her overconfidence often gets the better of her. This can result in her rushing in without thinking things through, especially when her enemy seems like it would be a simple fight.

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Rex

The young man had been hesitant at best to hunt in a group as large as this. A four-man team, plus Palicoes, he was alright with. But in a group this big it meant that the spoils-- anything carved off the dead monster, any kind of secretions they gave off-- as well as everything that came from the employer, would have to be divvied up.

And it certainly didn't help that two of his party members were very attractive young women.

Rex had never been good with girls (even more so than most people), especially when they were attractive as the girl in Arzuros armor and the girl in Wroggi gear. Now that he thought about it, why the hell were they so scantily-clad (relatively speaking) when the weather was this horribly cold? Okay, so he would often wear shorts in winter when he was a kid, but showing off that much skin in these temperatures was dangerous. But what a view...! thought Rex. Blood abruptly trickled from one of his nostrils, and he took a handkerchief from his pocket to stop the bleeding.

[Assistant]
SIR SPUD

The laybrinth of the Yak-Yak was a twisted maze of icy cliffs and frozen death traps. Standing at the entrance of this horrifying place, one could not help but feel like their legs grew roots from fear. In the case of monster/farmer/potao morphs, this was a legitimate issue they had to deal with. Spud sat down in the snow, his leg stool rooted to the ground, and used his pitchfork as a makeshift crowbar to pry his boots off the frozen dirt. It wasn't an easy job, as his tender roots instantly froze to the ice, and he had to put all his force into freeing his legs. He waved for the rest of the party so they won't forget him. "Go on then! The beast be in there sumwhere. Leave me and me good 'ol fork to free meself, and I be with you in a heartbeat."

The opening to the maze was several times larger than Spud imagined, and he only realised that the actual entrance was way further away when he finally catchged up to the rest of the party after a 15 minutes trekking on the snow and ice. But this time he was 99.9% sure that it was the entrance of the actual labyrinth, and he made sure to let the rest of the party know his expert opinion. "Well butter my ass and call me peanut, I betcha dis is the cave of da beast." He used his empty hand to scratch his chin and nodded a few times with a serious expression. Now it was time to finally face the beast, and stop the ol girl from eating half the annual crop production. Spud readied his pitchfork, grabbing the handle with both hands and getting a good grip on the creaking wooden handle. Despite the rust and indents on the weapon, it still shined in the bright light reflected by all the ice around them. Without much else to ready or care about, Spud pushed into the maze along with the others, his fork pointed forward like the weapon of the legionaries.

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@JackalopeLove@Sam12435@Otaku95@Zeroth@Lmpkio@KazemitsuThe Greater Jak-Jak
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 The beast shuffled through the thick snow, its pale blue scales reflecting slightly in the grim winter sun. The Jak-Jak uprooted vines and shrubbery from the forest floor, foraging the remaining greens from the hard, frozen ground. The monster brought it's head up from its grazing, vines and bushes hanging from its tusks like racks holding food. It sniffed around its area. Something in the air was musky, metallic, and all around... warm. It was as if a new kind of creature had encroached into the Jak-Jak's territory, something the beast would not like one bit...

"GGGGAAAHHHKKKIIIIII"

 As if to justify it's concerns, a territorial cry rang out from the very heart of the arctic labyrinth. The Jak-Jak, features perked and disposition deadly, cried it's own war call out into the grand, icey bowl it called it's home. And that's what it was going to be; it's home.

 The Jak-Jak's back arched as it charged towards it's den, ripping through packed snow and small trees alike. The vegetation that the monster had placidly put onto its horns was flung away with the power of the Jak-Jak's movements. The skeletal crunch of the cold ground gave an intimidating sound to the Jak-Jak's presence, the sounding becoming louder and louder as it approached the group of monster hunters.

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 Whoosh would be a correct way to explain the Greater Jak-Jak's entrance, the limbs of trees flinging through the air as the beast brought itself into the front of the adventurer's party. Thick snow made a hazy mist around the monster, it's gleaming eyes and horns the only thing visible in the aftermatch of the charge.

 The villagers from a week-ago had obviously come back. They had trudged themselves back into the Jak-Jak's realm, and now they came with the smell and sounds of dangerous intruders. An angry mother Jak-Jak would never allow such an offense to stand.

 Flaring its hunky, scaled wings into the air, the Jak-Jak brought it's battering utensils down onto the party, creating yet another screen of white, snowy smoke erupt from the frozen ground. Brining its snout up into another charging posture, the Jak-Jak barreled into the party's past, lined-up positions. Move or be squashed, puny hunters.

[Assistant]
Lyra Steppon

As soon as she enters the cave, Lyra hears some guy roar with his own battle-cry. It didn't come from her group however, so it's clear that they weren't the only hunters here. Yet why would that guy give his position away so soon is unclear to her. Arguably she's running in blind, but at least she tries to make herself decently quiet.

Or maybe that guy INTENDED to give away their position.

Suddenly, Lyra hears stomping noises coming towards them. This wasn't the sound of hard rocks however... it was a combination of snow, slush, and twigs.

The monster wasn't in the cave after all.

The Jak-Jak bursts into view behind the hunter gang, with large branches flying to the side upon her reveal. It was a big mama indeed, and while despite being covered mostly in snowy mist, she still looks rather imposing. It's pure-white eyes gleam through the cloak of white, with her front silhouette of large front legs and gnarly horns being visible as well. However instead of trembling in fear like most people, Lyra simply grins stupidly in the face of possible death.

"Heehee!" she chuckles, "Fancy seeing you here, Big Mama. You wanna come and play?"

With that her grip on her switch axe tightens, as its handle and blade extends, ready to do combat with the beast. It's bright orange color, made from the scales and skin of the giant Tetsucabra, makes her presence fairly known through the thick snow, almost as if it was a flag. With that she quickly runs in a curved motion parallel to the Jak Jak. She quickly finds a small ledge in which she swiftly jumps off of and raises her axe as she attempts to mount the monster with a cry of her own.

[User]
Rex

Rex almost crapped himself when their target abruptly charged at the group from behind. Luckily he'd already gone ahead and loaded a pair of Paint Shot rounds into his Bowgun. However, Little-Miss-Wroggi decided to charge in with her Switch Axe and attempt to jump on their target's back. He was a good shooter, but not that good just yet. The young man cursed under his breath, and ejected the magazine of paint rounds, and slapped a magazine of Demon Shot into his Hunter's Rifle. He swung the barrel of his weapon towards the other members of the group.

The young man had a particular expression whenever he was in combat: a blank, cold look befitting a serial killer. Without a word he squeezed off a pair of Demon Shot.

[Assistant]
Kaze scowled at the sound of a shout deeper into the labyrinth of the Jak-Jak. Of course some nimrod had to alert the monster that people were here. They also had to leave behind some farmboy who somehow rooted himself to the damn ground. Why do people come along to hunt if they're incapable? He thought to himself as he stomped his way through the snow. Cracking the crusted top and mashing down the powder underneath so the others would continue to have an easier time. The sound of thundering footsteps started coming along, something bigger and heavier than a human.

"Great, it knows where we are thanks to that shout earlier..." He growled just before the beast revealed itself. If it wasn't trying to kill them he would have considered it to be pleasant to look at. The white and pale blue scales matching their surroundings perfectly. Of course the big mother was pissed they were here and charged the group. As Kaze moved out of the way he pulled his hammer from the sling on his back. He wasn't paying attention to what Rex was doing and the girl in Wroggi armor was already trying to get on the Jak-Jak's back. "It's to early for that!" He hollered, having never mounted a monster so early. Normally he tired it out a bit before even attempting that.

Changing directions back towards the mother he lunged at her rear legs. Aiming a strike at her calf with the more pointed end of his hammer. He had seen most people go for the powerful and muscular thighs of monsters, but that was a lot more meat to go through. He'd go for the thinner and more vulnerable lower legs and the feet instead. Not many could walk, never-mind run, on a broken limb.

[User]
"Finally!" Serra yelled as she threw her cloak to the ground. She might be a little chilly without the extra layers, but it would help her move better. Plus, if the blue haired girl could stand the cold in her 'armour' then how bad could it be. She swung her horn around her head, playing a long and deep note before circling around the charging monster. She suddenly felt a strong sensation run through her body. It felt as though she was filled with extra strength.

"Thanks for that!" She said as she glanced to the man with the bowgun. It was good to see that there were others that had decided to be a bit more supportive too. His facial expression was a little unnerving though, but everyone had little habits when they fought. She swung her horn again, sounding off two more notes before taking a deep breath and playing a defence boosting song. The sound of the song echoed through the caverns, and she was sure that all her allies had heard it. And with that out of the way, she quickly assessed the situation. Some of her team had already moved around to attack the more vulnerable sections of the monster, so she thought it was a good idea to try and draw some attention.

With that she made her way in front of the creature, before charging towards her head. She let out a loud cry as she approached, readying her hammer for a quick upward strike. She might not be the strongest person there, but she didn't have to be. Right now, she just had to try and be the most annoying target. She smiled wide as she brought her hammer up, aiming straight for the creature's head.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
The blonde listened carefully as this dragon explained her magic, thinking it over in his head a little. He was a both a little disappointment to find out that she didn't exactly lose herself to the animalistic forms since they apparently weren't the actually the real thing like his own. It would make sense, if it wasn't really a form that was copied from the original, then she wouldn't have the same instincts.

After pondering the explanation, he bought he would explain his own. It only seemed fair, and it seemed quite normal for Wizards to be curious over other wizards magic with a similar type of magic. Never know when one could learn something new to improve their own magic.

**"Our magic seem to be a little bit opposite from one another. Mine is based on memory, which is why I have to thoroughly examine anyone or thing and engrave them into memory. It includes their habits, voice, and abilities. If I falter, then I can't keep the form. It also risks staying in another form if I lose memory of my human form. So most of my magic is based on my memory and focus, so it doesn't require as much magic since none of it is based on scratch like yours. I can only be things are the original though, so I can't copy things that are magic created like your forms. I can't copy wizard magic, but I should be able to copy beast magic like a dragons fire, but I haven't quite figured out yet. And I can easily lose it if my emotions are negative. Sadness, anger, jealously and such."** Karn sighed thoughtfully before smiling brightly at the dragon.

**"You've seen a real dragon though? That's amazing! I've wanted to see one forever! Though I guess right now I can't really transform into it."** Karn said as he started getting more excited at the thought of a real dragon before pausing in realization and smiling toward the dragon.

**"Oh right.. We haven't said our names. Sorry, I was rude. My name is Karn, very nice to meet a fellow wizard, and a powerful one at that."** he chirped.

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The masked figure watch Marahiko and Damian continue to duke it out, the teleporting wizard challenging Grane to a dual. The councilor accepted and the two teleported away. When they left, the figure teleported and landed on the ground. Looking over the exhausted guild members before walking over and pulling one of the books out, flipping the pages.

[Assistant]
Mithera let out a little sigh. **"I have no idea how long ago I saw that dragon though, all I'm certain of is it was back in the days of Fairy Tale."** She lifted her head and looked around for a moment before lowering it again. **"And my transformations aren't magically draining, I just have to eat a lot or fast for a long time, but I can sustain them forever without any physical problems."** She mused for a moment. **"And I haven't been human in so long I doubt I'd be able to take that form again."** She smiled a bit, and set her head down on the grass. She shot out a little puff of fire, not enough to do any damage, but certainly to point out she had it. **"As for introductions, I'm called Mithera, and I can honestly say I've never been more bothered by anyone else's magic."** She flicked her tongue out at him again. **"Especially with the ease he has in doing it. Though I am flattered you think I'm powerful, but it's less power, and more it takes so long that any mage has the magic to do it."**

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Melina smiled as she finally found the book she was looking for, and she closed her eyes, converting all the blood on her into energy before stuffing the book under her armor against her stomach. She turned back towards Phoenix wing, and walked over, smiling. **"Ah, you all, I remember some of you from the train station, and I know the other four from other... places."** She looked at the Unconscious Mayt, then at Lazarus and Sasha, before finally resting her gaze on Jamie. **"Ah Master Jamie. I told you I'd probably piggy back off your operation."** She grinned, and laughed a bit, licking her lips and looking at Mayt, who was still bleeding just a little. **"So, Master Jamie. My dragon informed me she'd be unable to give me a ride out of the city, so, I'd like to tell you I'll be following you out of the city for safety purposes."**

[User]
Master Jamie pressed her fingers to the bridge of his nose, as if in pain. She sighed heavily, and Jarvis stepped up, laying a hand on Jamie's shoulder.

**"You can't protect them all, Jamie. You can''t stop them from getting hurt. You just have to trust them"** Jarvis said softly, and Jamie met his eyes, an unspoken pain flooding her eyes for a second, before it was gone, as if it wasn't there. He sighed heavily and stood, sheathing the blade.** "Go round up the council members that have already been beaten. I'll try and find Maddox and Grane" **

Jamie stopped first to check on the others, making sure that Mayt and Penny were okay, trying to keep spirits up. **"Rest"** He told them. **"I'll be back soon" **He maintained the safe appearance, figuring that it was an advantage right then. She turned to Mitheria when she spoke to him, and said, **"You might be safer traveling on your own, to be honest. But you can stick around, if you really want"** She said

Jarvis glanced about, and then took out a lacrima, walking over to Carrie, he smashed it, and once again, a medium sized Lacrima formed, yellow jagged streaks crashing against the class harmlessly, and he picked it up, sending Carrie to join Angelica. He then went to were Tim and Ted were just struggle up, and before they could even react had then in lacrima's to, one with water crashing about, the other with Ted standing, presumably with wind.

Spencer proved a slight challenge, but after a quick battle, he too resided in a Lacrima prison. Two more. **"Collect a magic council set" **Jarvis shook his head with amusement, heading back to the main part of the library. He approached James, Sasha, Lazarus and the injuried Mayt. **"You should all eat something, and gain back some strength. I suspect more ruin knights will come shortly. **

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Sasha took the book from Maddox, reluctantly doing so, holding it close to her for a moment, where, for a brief instant, it seemed warm. Then she slid it into her satchel, and held it close. Her eyes drifted to Damian's fight, knowing she couldn't step in to help, and that Damian should be alright. Still, it worried her not being able to help, and she was worried about everyone.

She wanted to help, badly. But if all she could do was sit and guard the book, then that's what she would do.

[Assistant]
Trinity found herself entering the library next, her eyes landing on the gathering of Guild Members, briefly, before she heard the clash of combat from nearby. She readied her bow, but hesitated as she considered that no one else was acting. "**U-uh. Uhm...**" She looked between the two groups before lowering her bow and approaching Jamie, Jarvis, and co., figuring that a better course of action than nothing. "**Hey. Anybody seen the punk? I lost track of him when he blitzed into the building. Penny told me to- Penny!**"

The trobairitz dashed across to the woman's side, kneeling and examining her wounds. "**Damn... How'd you get so beat up, huh...?**" She... seemed like she'd be alright. With rest. She sighed softly and gave a little wish for Penny's recovery before she stood and looked around.

At that point, she spotted him. She gasped, her guard raising as she got ready to fight him. She pointed with her bow hand and spoke softly enough that MaskMan probably couldn't hear her. "**That guy! That guy beat up my cat! Er... Karn. That guy beat up *Karn*. I don't have to, act, like... er... I mean, the cat's out of the bag, so...**"

"**_That guy beat up Karn_, a-and I don't know what happened to him. He went into those bookshelves. We should capture and interrogate him.**" She pointed again, facing the others. She was a little flustered, but she remembered to keep her voice down to preserve surprise. Might scare him off. She drew an arrow and begans to approach.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Can be an image of any kind, or a description)
Desire: Escape away from this world, go somewhere where the angels can't reach him but he also desires for them to feel despair for all they did to him.
Ability: Can open portals to the plain of shadows and move between it and this plane freely.
Weapon: Metal strings
Personality: Before he saw the corpse he was a cheerful person. The brave one of the lot. He always went to the front and lead the others. After he awoke he saw that all that he was had been a facade forced down his throat to carry around wherever he went. He buckled to the ground and threw up. The thought of not being himself all those years, forced to pretend, fueled a deep anger inside him, anger towards the angels, anger towards the world.

[User]
Dean woke up from a loss of consciousness he had for what felt like a second ago, staring up at the sunlight peering through the hole in the ceiling of the cavern, the very same hole that dropped them all down here to begin with. He sat up and held his head, and it was then that he noticed it...the pain in his head. For all of his life, all of everyones lives, there had never been this feeling of shocked nerves rattling through his brain.

Slowly he begins to remember what happened to everyone, how they were in this cave to begin with...They were a class of those "interested" in Archeology, and so came down to the Deserts of Nevada for a field trip to the top of a rather large mass of red rock amidst the sand and cacti. After the salvation of the world, it was said that some objects of the old world items not worth much value in this new world other than for the simple act of finding them, was somehow buried within stone structures like this, waiting to be discovered. They know not why it was that the holy scions of the lord would wish to have archeologists in a world where such relics are meaningless. All tasks in this new world have a purpose to better suit the masses and the heavens above in their grand scheme. Dean, at the very least, could not quite comprehend what that purpose was for this. But his conscience told him to be an Archeologist, as did everyone else's, and their consciences is never wrong. Maybe they were destined to find something amidst the stones and sands that will prove...useful to the Heavens and their lord.

Climbing to the top of this dome of red rock, they looked down at the roof they were standing on, and the instant they did, they could feel something...wrong. it was feint, very thin and small, but it was there, radiating through the cracks like the smoke of a fire. Some of the classmates, nay most of them, could feel their consciences telling them that perhaps this rock wasn't the best one to try digging through. But something about this feeling, this smell, made faint the voices in their heads, as they continued on their task. It was about two or so minutes into doing it that they began to realize that this was a bad idea, as the final slam of their pickaxes against the rock caused giant cracks to appear where they were standing. Before they had a chance to do anything about it, before the voices in their heads could command them to leave, the floor came crumbling apart, dropping all of them into the darkness below.

A few minutes later, some of them stood up, Dean included. However, of the 28 students and the teacher, who arrived for this trip, only a few of them were conscious, if not dead from the impact. They all looked around and noticed that they were in some sort of cavern beneath the rock they were standing in. Somehow, this rock was completely hollowed out, yet still stood like any ordinary spire of rock. More importantly however was the atmosphere of this room, dark, eerie, and that feeling that led them down here in the first place was even stronger down here...as if the entire chamber was filled with radiation that they were exposed to.

Looking at the far end of the chamber, they would see something they never expected to find: It was a corpse, or at least what was left of one. The near-skeletal remains were mummified, petrified into the wall as if absorbed into it, the looks of the corpse and its angles suggests it was writhing in pain as it died, but there's nothing that can tell the gender of it. Upon looking at it, no idea why, but the eerie feeling they had before was now even stronger, as if this was the cause of this mind-numbing sensation. None of them knew why, but just looking at this thing was awakening them to feelings they never felt in their life, more specifically, the feeling of curiosity.

Curiosity urged them to get closer and closer to this corpse like moths to a flame, then it urged them to touch it, wondering what would happen if they did.

Upon touching the corpse, thin faded streaks of what appeared to be purple lightning could be seen flying around the corpse until it struck everyone's fingers and sparked a purple flame on them. There was no pain as the flames began covering their entire body...well...no physical pain anyways. Mentally, and spiritually, they could feel an immense pain in their head and heart, the kind of pain one feels when blatantly pouring alcohol on an infected wound, as it burns and eats at a heavy bacterial infection. They could feel something pulsing through their head, banging on their brain as if something inside was trying to get out. As it continues, a distorted voice without gender echoes through their heads...

Let go of their hold....Let go of their control...Let go of their entitled morals...And Awaken...Awaken to your desires!

Their pain climaxes, as the flames shoot outwards from their bodies, catching the dead and unconscious students in that same violet flame, and as if all the energy was gone from their bodies, the ones who touched the corpse collapsed, once again falling into unconsciousness.

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Dean remembered everything that led up to once again waking up. He looked around, it seemed everyone who touched the corpse with him was ok. Everyone else though...? The previously unconscious were now dead and burnt to ashes along with the already dead from the fall. The group that now stood was the only ones left alive. It was hard to believe, hard to even comprehend what was happening to himself. He could feel power coursing through his veins, but more importantly he could....he could feel at all. These feelings of confusion, of fear, of sadness for the loss of his classmates...these feelings of choice and want, feelings not given to him by the angels, feelings not forced on him by his conscience...for the first time in his life, Dean felt...alive. Never were they able to mourn for the loss of life like he could now, never were they able to feel anything other than what the holy voices in their head say they feel like he could now. Thinking like that caused his hands to burst into flames, flames that once again didn't hurt him. Wanting them to stop, the mere thought led them to fade out, returning his hands to normal. He then looked around, at all the survivors.

"...Is everybody else alright?" He asked them.

[Assistant]
@Red Helix@Silvir@Ragrar@Warborn123@The Jest@Bishop@A Blue Chord

Vladimir woke up with a stinging pain in his head and many mixed emotions that he has never felt before. As he looks around at all his dead classmates he starts to feel joy instead of mourning or feeling any type of sadness but he does not know why. Shouldn't I be feeling sadness? instead, he starts giggling which turns into an uncontrollable laugh that he cannot hold back " Heh hehehe HAHAHAHAHAH!"

The pulsing in his veins starts to get harder and harder as if his whole body was about to explode What is this power I'm feeling, I don't know but I'm loving it!. He's starting to get an urge, an urge to destroy something and not just a small scale destruction but the desire to level cities, shatter mountains and to rend the heavens themselves. but as powerful as this desire was it would have to wait... for now at least.

He begins to walk over to the only other conscious student, Dean. He really didn't know Dean that much actually he didn't really know any of his classmates at all. Vladimir was a very antisocial kid, he was always by himself and watched from the shadows as all the other kids talked to each other and socialized. So this was his first attempt at meeting someone, Well here goes nothing...

Hey, need a hand? he says this as he reaches out his hand. Oh god Vladimir, don't fuck this up.

[User]
Well this certainly wasn't what he had imagined when heading out on this trip. Greg pondered while looking up at the roof, others had clearly woken up before him and seemed to orient themselves. He ignored them for now lifting a hand and observing it solemnly. 'Would this be some kind of awakening or a weird drug' "Sigh" Not that he could focus much on it as this new freedom was strange or perhaps a bit overwhelming. Could take some getting used to. He let his hand rest on his chest, feeling the cold rock against his back and the dry air. The cavern echoed as people stirred and Vla.. Vladimir was it? was helping someone.

'Huh. Help, oh yeah other people! Maybe help them out was a good start. Great detective work Greg basic needs in an accident and you still aren't moving' Another deep sigh escaped him as he sat up orienting himself to his surroundings. He looked at some of the younger student survivors "you guys okay?"

[Assistant]
Everything was slient. Vivian's eyes were set on the ceiling of the rocky cavern, The divine voices in her head would've told her to make a funny one liner, but the voices were oddly silent, instead of the usual happiness she felt another, water appeared around her eyes, she rubbed the water out of her eyes only to have it appear again, dripping down her face. Are these tears? her thoughts quizzed.
she wanted to think happy things, she wished the divine voices would come back and tell her to suck it up and smile, but instead she only thought of the bad jokes of her dead friends constantly made. The voices of her parents obnoxious laugh laughing, the hideous sound of a violin that she was forced to practice with. And she realized how beautiful they sounded, and that she'd never hear it again.

She looked up, she had to move on, lying on the ground wallowing in self-pity would give her nothing but watery eyes, She looked up and saw Greg mouthing something along the lines of being ok, I'm alive, there's that She told Greg. @Silvir

@The Jest

[User]
A crash, noise, screams, everything happened in a blur. Waking up everything appeared dizzy and without barely standing he felt something push him towards the corpse. Another part of him tried to hold him back. It was like being tied to 2 ropes that pulled on opposite sides. He was always a strong believer in God and angels. He constantly prayed to them and even saw them in his dreams a couple of times. That could be the reason for him being more affected by the angels than most. But even through that he forced himself, limping and almost falling to approach the corpse. Kneeling beside it he finally felt clear, it was like he found true clarity and everything multiplied by 100 fold when he touched the corpse. The flame started to spread around him and everything started making sense, his true self was emerging.

A loud hoarse scream echoed through the cave walls. Dark marks started spreading from his heart all around his body. Tattoos of a foreign origin. They crept around him like snakes covering him all until it reached to his head. They crept to his eyes making them fully black. They both started bleeding as the flame grew brighter. Once it was over the marks disappeared in his skin, leaving him to fall into unconsciousness. Waking up a little while later his head was throbbing profusely. His eyes felt like they were burning through his skull and for a second, when he saw the others he thought he saw something in them, a pure energy and something else as it started spreading and engulfing that wait energy. He held his head with his hands and closed his eyes. Opening them again everything was back to normal. Slowly getting up he looked around. The smell of burnt corpses caught his nose as he saw around him, in the wreckage and everywhere many bodies, charred steaming flash. Without finding his footing he hurriedly left the cave half running and half tripping, well you could say full tripping as it looked like a prolonged bad acid trip.

Leaving the cave a bright light momentarily blinded him as he tripped forward and kneeled when suddenly a big dose of burnt flesh aroma caught his nose. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness he saw a burnt corpse right in front of him. A sickening feeling gathered to his stomach as he turned around and threw up. Finally finding his footing he got up and looked around while heavily breathing. He looked at every corpse as they lay in the crash site. Memories started flooding him and he almost threw up a second time. He had a torrent of feelings inside him, an emotional chaos. On one side he felt sadness for the loss of his classmates, he felt fear for what was to come, he felt a little "joy" in the form of adrenaline rushing through his veins coming from having a whole world to explore and see with his own mind and eyes but most of all he felt anger, anger at the angels for what they did to him, anger at the people around him, all dolls and puppets and every connection that he had formed suddenly lost value and to top it all he felt anger at himself for being forced to be who he was, his character and everything he stood for, all fake.

Suddenly, all those emotions disappeared and he became numb. An unnoticeable amount of shadows was leaking from his body. Turning to the others he asked:"Is everyone alright?"


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Makyan

Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one.

Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast.

Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing.

Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.

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Aiden listened to her and stood there in silence. Was that really all it took? Just outlasting your opponent? It sounded almost too easy. Then again, he had never been in an actual fight before, so he had no room to really think like that. Either way, he was excited to talk to her. "Yeah, I'm a huge fan. Uhm...if you don't mind, I was wondering where you learned how to fight, hehe. I never really learned how and I've always been interested." He sounded nervous, obvious by the blush growing on his face. He was honestly embarrassed with telling her that he was weak, especially since she was a fighter.

Of course, he still paid attention to the fights, since they grabbed him so easily. In his mind, he began to wonder what kind of fighting he could practice. Would he be using quick and precise strikes or wide and powerful hits? His mind was beginning to go blank with wonder.

[Assistant]
Vanina smirked, this behavior from young people was quite common to her. She had many a tale of children parading around the soldiers of the Galactic Army while on leave. Most would find them annoying, but Vanina took it as an opportunity to bolster their spirits and presenting the opportunity for recruitment if they so wished to do so down the line. In the lad's case, he looked old enough to begin training in one of the many boot camps; if Vanina was his age, she would have been moving to Li-Ren.

"Well, when I was just a child on my home-world I moved to the combat city of Li-Ren. Power in that metropolis is only gained by proving that you can match it, meaning that if you wanted something, you had to dual someone for it. I was able to learn the basics of fighting just by watching the many battles that went on in the streets, and what I didn't know was beaten into me every time I made a mistake. Eventually I found a master that I trained under to refine my hand to hand skills, and he even taught me a thing or two about using these…" Like instinct, Vanina pulled two very large knives that were sheathed on her back. These serrated blades gleamed brightly in the light, and gave the dark blue metal that it was made from a certain radiance and regality. "These are knives made by a very talented smithy named Vanamra. He was brave enough to venture to the surface in order to obtain the Dedronite it took to make these, and he was smart enough to get past the Giga Beasts that plague our open landscapes. These blades are good enough to kill anything that moves, if inserted in the right organ…"

The woman before the boy had seemingly slipped herself into a trance as she twisted and turned the knife in her grip, studying it like one would a book for an exam. It only came to her now that she might have gone a bit overboard with her explanations, and quickly snapped out of what had come over her. Quickly returning the Dedronite blades back to their respective homes, Vanina finished her spiel with one final remark. "After many years in Li-Ren I decided to travel the galaxy and join the PTO's Galactic Army. I received more training under them, both physically and mentally. You know, combat tactics and the like."

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He had watched the matches so far but it was clear his mind was elsewhere until the very moment the announcer called his name. Daishin moved from the corner he had been standing in and made his way to the arena. The monochrome hared teen didn't hear his opponents name but quite frankly he didn't care for anything other than winning the tournament and getting back to his search. He wasn't entirely confident in his fighting skills but he had been sure a small competition like this one would be a cinch. But now...there were some strange fighters here and they weren't pushovers. "Heh...strange huh? I guess I can't say I'm all that normal now either..." He muttered into his scarf as he stepped into the arena.

'The Tornado' was waiting for him flexing for the crowd and throwing punches around showing off how fast he was. He noticed his opponent step into the square and laughed. "Really, I'm supposed to fight this upstart? He looks like his voice will crack when I hit him! Hahaha!" Daishin just looked at him or rather through him. Tornado wasn't even registering the cocky man. As far as he was concerned he was just another obstacle trying to slow him down. "Are you really that confident? Let's see if you can hit me." The markings on Daishin's face began to glow and his eyes became almost as incandescent. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, now that out fighters have gotten their banter out of the let's begin! Ready, FIGHT!" Tornado started to charge towards Daishin only to stop dead after two steps. Right now he was the only one seeing it but the huge winged presence looming behind his young opponent was daunting. "You're all talk!" When Tornado came back to his senses Daishin was already closing in. This kids fast! But such a forward attack ain't gonna work on The Tornado! The Tornado wasn't an amateur and threw a punch as Daishin moved in. A perfect counter...or so he thought. Daishin was prepared having lured him into a wide and heavy punch increasing his speed just a bit more to move past the swing and under, bringing his knee hard to Tornado's stomach causing him to fold over with strained gasp cut short by a sharp pain in his back as Daishin drove his elbow into it and sent him to the ground. "I-Incredible! With a devastating combination Daishin has taken the with out of The Tornado! I don't think he's getting up after that one folks!" Daishin was sure he could beat this guy but he wasn't cocky and knew that Tornado wasn't done just yet.

"Oh! Looks like The Tornado is still in it!" Just as Daishin thought Tornado stood holding his stomach with an angry sneer. "Alright kid I underestimated you but now you're in for it! Now you got The Tornado spinning!" Tornado started to work some fancy foot work and soon he was spinning wildly, almost exactly like a tornado. "So this is why you call yourself Tornado?" Daishin inquired as he took his stance. Tornado laughed as he spun. "You like it? Using this specific movement of my feet I can spin and have full control of my body! Now you won't even be able to touch me but this time I'll definitely hit you!" His voice warped by the spinning Tornado started to throw rapid punches creating a tornado of fists. "Amazing! The Tornado is pulling out his trump card. What will young Daishin do now!?" Daishin smirked. "I'll admit it's not a bad technique. It'd be hard for most to get past your wall of attacks..." Suddenly he dashed forward and hopped up finding footing within the tornado on one of the fists and using it to jump up even higher, above the whirling barrage. "But I'm not most and I know that eye of the any storm is safe!" Flipping, Daishin dropped down through the middle of the twister and bringing his heel in contact with Tornado's collar bone. Tornado's spinning instantly stopped. Daishin vaulted back off of Tornado's shoulder and was ready to charge forward to end it. When he looked up after landing he saw a fist inches from his face. His eyes widened. Tornado had ignored the pain of his cracked collar bone and rushed to try to and land at least one hit on Daishin. At that moment Daishin hadn't fully gained his balance after landing and had no time to block. "Heh...strange huh? I guess I can't say I'm all that normal now either..." Daishin opened his mouth and all Tornado could hear was a roaring before he felt himself being hit by a wall of pressure, sending him flying out of the ring. Daishin was left in the square panting slightly yet completely still just as the crowd was. "U-Uh, ring out! The Tornado loses! Daishin is the winner!"

As the crowd started to cheer Daishing walked over to Tornado. "What the hell was that?" He groaned. "Hey, sorry if I came off as arrogant. You really surprised me with that last attack. It was fun." Tornado looked up to see Daishin offering him a hand though looking away bashfully. Tornado smiled and took the offer. "You're not so bad kid. Though since you beat me you better win this thing." Daishin just nodded and they shook hands. "Look at that folks. How's that for sportsmanship!" Daishin went back into the waiting and sunk down one of the bench's. I already had to rely on that...I'm still not ready to face that person.

[Assistant]
Seji examined the fighters around him. This was certainly an odd collection. The four armed woman, the Makyan, the dragonoid boy. There was also a young boy that Seji could feel some powerful energies coming from. He seemed to have more locked away power than any of them, except perhaps the dragonoid. In truth, it was hard to really get a read on people's potential, even for a Mage.

Seji was mostly disturbed by the android. The obviously artificial life form sent shivers down his spine, as it reminded him of Her.

Seji shook such thoughts away, and watched Daishin's fight. The dragonoid impressed him with his skill, power and sportsmanship. Seji noticed the burst of energy from the boy's mouth, and smirked under his hat.

After the fight, he approached Daishin.

"I've met few Dragonoids. One of my greatest teachers was one of your people," he said quietly, "Though I fear I might be a disappointment to him now. I am Seji, the Ethereal Sage."

He offered a gloved hand to shake.

[User]
"Now that these two are settled! Onto the next batch!" the announcer spouted from his seat beside the tournament. Shiftily he looked around, his small body seeming to follow along with every word he spoke. "Jinshi! Versus! Sampson J. Wilt!" he said, noting the odd name, awaiting both opponents. He'd seen some nice fights so far, and was pretty darn hopefull more would arrive with the next one!

Meanwhile. The trio is still walking. The trio still bickers. Will they ever stop?

Find out next time on DBZ

[Assistant]
Jinshi shifted his frame to the ring as he looked around at the crowd eyeing him, he was excited that his match was finally up but he felt somewhat vulnerable standing there in the ring. As he peered back at where he had walked from, he kept in mind how eagerly he analyzed the other fighters and how he made mental note of certain techniques. "Okay, I'll only show what I need to!" The Makyan whispered to himself as he watched his opponent enter the stone ring.

Sampson towered over Jinshi both in weight and width, the huge figure was one Jinshi had observed earlier training with massive weights. As Sampson waved at and engaged the crowd Jinshi did some last minute stretches before cracking his knuckles under his thumb one by one. "Makyan huh? I wonder what you'll look like when I crush you into a pancake!" Sampson grinned. This was odd, was it normal for fighters to engage one another like this before a fight? Jinshi stood quite puzzled before humouring the giant with a response of his own. "Well then, I hope you don't eat me big boy!" Jinshi said patting his own stomach with a laugh. A sour look grew on Sampson's face as the comment registered in the giants mind, "I'm going to make you eat those words Makyan!" Sampson responded with a growl. "That's good, it looks like you've already had your fill!" Jinshi responded aptly. 'This is pretty fun! Jinshi thought to himself with a smile. His only response was an angry grunt from the sour faced Sampson.

"LET THE MATCH ... BEEEEGIN!" The announcer shouted charismatically. In an instant Sampson charged at Jinshi with anger in his eyes, clutching his meaty fists Sampson bought his arms down in an arcing smash, Jinshi deftly dodged the slow attack without even taking his stance. Adorning a somewhat disappointed face Jinshi looked over his opponent as he took his fighting stance and motioned Sampson to come at him with one hand. An enraged Sampson charged at Jinshi with his arms wide open, hoping to prevent any escape from the Makyan, however, Jinshi had another idea in mind as he dived feet first into Sampson's charging shin. The impact resonated with a loud 'thud' as Sampson tumbled forward grabbing his shin in pain, luckily the man's immense size prevent him from sliding off of the ring onto the grass, though that did not seem to register to Sampson just yet as the giant held his shin in pain.

Hoping to capitalize on his advantage Jinshi charged at Sampson as he started to collect himself and return to his feet, the Makyan leapt into a powerful drop kick as he sent the huge man tumbling off the ring and into the soft grass bellow. The crowd delivered a swift cheer as Jinshi picked himself up and brushed the dust off his clothes. "What a quick match folks! All thanks to this rounds winner, JINSHI!" The announcer echoed as the crowd cheered. An ecstatic Jinshi waved back at the crowd around him as he thought to himself, "I had to use hardly any of my techniques!"


[System]
Not quite finished yet.
Race: Turian

Gender/Age: Male / 52

Appearance:

Class/Specialization: Turian Agent

Weapons: M-96 Mattock Semi-Auto Rifle, M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol, M-9 Tempest SMG

Powers: Overload, Concussive Blast, Neural Shock

Affiliation/Occupation: Spectre

Background: Raised in a family with deep military roots, Tarrin knew from childhood what kind of road life would bring him down. He enlisted when he reached legal age and never looked back.

Personality: The toughest son-of-a-bitch this side of Palaven, who exudes a 'take-no-bullshit, give-no-quarter' attitude of ruthlessness and savagery. Exactly why he was chosen for this mission.

Other:

Name: Commander Richard Fisher

Race: Human

Gender/Age: Male / 40

Appearance:

Class/Specialization: Soldier

Weapons: M-8 Avenger Assault Rifle, M-6 Carnifex Heavy Pistol

Powers: Adrenaline Burst, Armor-Piercing Ammo, Fortification, Inferno Grenade

Affiliation/Occupation: Alliance Deep Cover Operative. Head of ARC.

Background: Born on Earth, but raised on Demeter, Richard was lucky enough to witness humanity's rapid growth as a spacefaring race first-hand as the son of one of humankind's chief researchers into the newly-discovered mass effect technology. He was overjoyed to learn that his family would be among the first colonists to make a life for themselves off of Earth. To this day, looking out at the vastness of space fills him with a sense of wonder. At 18, he joined Alliance military and began a long, illustrious career as a soldier, blazing through the front lines. 12 years ago, Richard founded the Private Mercenary Company ARC alongside a turian friend of his named Jarek Arterian. That career path has led him here, suddenly enlisted in the battle against Icarus.

Personality: Among his men, he was always known as tough but fair. Underneath his rough exterior is a kindhearted man who prefers to seek diplomatic solutions rather than going in guns blazing.

Other:

Name: Sergeant Major Dan Hawke

Race: Human

Gender/Age: Male / 31

Appearance:

Class/Specialization: Vanguard

Weapons: M-23 Katana Shotgun, M-4 Shuriken SMG

Powers: Charge, Throw, Lift, Barrier, Singularity

Affiliation/Occupation: Troop Garrison for ARC

Background: Earthborn

Personality:

Other:

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Reezan

The briefing of of the mission was short and sour, the way he's used to things; back in the Blue Suns you got your mission and you liked it, not like you had the choice. When Tarrin mentioned his confiscated weapons Reezan perked up and was anxious to get his old friend back.

Right before he left he heard the other Turian, Arlus, complaining about the mission. Reezan couldn't deal with cowardice, sure he took a long distance approach to things but when he was sent out, he got results. "This is our mission Arlus, there is no point wondering if anyone else can do our job for us." Reezan stated coldly and walked down to the storage bay himself.

Reezan found his gun quickly, after all it was easy to spot, a M-98 Widow, modified with a silencer, with a Blue Suns paint job. He didn't like the colors but it was the rifle issued to him so it became his own. Reezan took it to the weapon tables near the crew storage lockers and began to perform upkeep.

The Widow has seen better days, some of the parts were jammed and the barrel was filthy. While cleaning he spotted an old memory on the side of his rifle, a row of tally marks that he made with his omni-blade representing his past kills. It marked 44 as of now and he only felt he'll need to start on the other side soon enough, I think I'm getting tired of all the killing, but it's what I have to do. he somberly let out a sigh of exhaustion.

[Assistant]
Tarrin strutted off towards the cockpit, seemingly oblivious to Arlus' question. Fisher decided to jump in.
"The Council isn't welcome in the Terminus Systems just based on principle. An official military task force would get no help from the locals. Besides that fact, an invasion of military forces might be seen as an act of war by certain groups out here. Even if it didn't, the very rumors of military presence wold send Icarus burrowing deeper into whatever holes they may be hiding in"

"Pirate crew like this is exactly what's expected out on the frontier" Hawke added, taking the cue from Fisher to take over. "We can't roll around promoting ourselves as mercs with ARC or a made-up outfit, cuz Icarus will know someone's payin big to have them wiped out. Again, that'd scare 'em into hiding until they can cause more damage, but I think the point is no one's gonna blink twice at a rogue Spectre hoppin' around in a stolen Alliance ship with a small crew, just enough off the radar to not arouse suspicion while gathering intel, I mean maybe the Spectre thing would draw some eyes, but then we just stab 'em and go on our way"

He chuckled at his own bad joke before trailing off. He coughed awkwardly before launching into his best 'bad comedian' impression. "Soooooo, any other questions? comments? Interesting backstory? Come on guys, help me out, I'm dyin' up here"

[User]
Sena'Raan vas Alarei

Sena wasn't used to these kinds of debriefings ... Octavus largely left her to tinker with things in the lab, she was a support role, not a front-lines type and, well, he was rather protective of her. Still, she couldn't help but think that their debriefing was very very brief indeed to say the least. She wondered what exactly they expected her to do ... She wasn't military trained, very little experience ... she could make a bomb in a pinch and work wonders with tech and could pilot a ship as easy as breathing but shooting holes in bad-guys? ... Not particularly her forte btu she was a fast learner.

Arlus had a point ... this sounded like a suicide run. To her surprise, Reezan seemed netiher surprised nor non-plussed about it... He was rather scathing toward his teammate, she hoped it wouldn't cause problems later on in the mission considering they were now a haphazard team of sorts.
"He's not usually quite so scathing ... I'm sorry Arlus" she apologised, hoping there wouldn't be bad vibes between the two team-members.

"This crew is made up of criminals ... bandits and pirates and smugglers ... Surely your life was at risk in your previous profession ... try think of this as just another job, perhaps that would help"

When Hawke asked if there were any questions, she had only one.
"I will need some supplies for my work, theres bound to be a shady dealer lurking around the Terminus system that will have the parts I need, will you be able to make a stop? It will only be brief."

[Assistant]
Hawke nodded in acknowledgement of Sena.
"We'll likely make a few stops at Omega across the course of this mission. In fact, probably a good idea to top off the supplies once we pick up the rest of the crew and they have time to take inventory. I'll bring it up to Commander Fisher, maybe he can convince Karvik to head that way before we hit that first lead. In fact, we should be hitting the Shadow Sea any minute now. I'll head up to the cockpit"

As Dan walked up through the ship he felt a slight lurch as the ship came out of FTL travel. Peering out of a port, he saw the distant shape of ARC's flagship Rocinante, they'd be initiating ship-to-ship docking any minute now.
"Commander... sir" the Sergeant Major nodded towards his superiors as he entered the cockpit "The crew was wondering if we'd be stopping off at Omega before the mission began. Supply run"
Fisher leaned to his right and swiped his hand over a holographic readout "Omega's a quicker jump to make than the Ismar Frontier, couldn't hurt to stock up first"
Karvik sat in silence, his jaw mandibles waving slightly as he contemplated.
"Fine. Have the crew provide a list of everything they need. This needs to be quick"

Over the next 20 minutes the ship docked with the Rocinante and the process began of carrying over Warrick and the rest of the ancillary crew. Their numbers suddenly increased from the fireteam and the 5 pseudo-engineers to over 35, including a dedicated pilot, cook, medic, and armorer, just to name a few. Fisher came back onboard after debriefing the new leader and remaining members of ARC, and soon they were on their way. Hawke, seated to the left of the pilot, stared out at the old frigate as he heard the groans of the space bridge uncoupling from the Omaha's docking port. The two ships broke off and he watched as the Rocinante faded into the distance, right up until the moment they hit the mass relay for the jump to Omega. He wondered if he'd ever see the old girl again, and from that thought he allowed his mind to wander, dreaming of an all-too-distant past.

Some time later, he was woken by the sound of Tarrin's voice echoing throughout the ship.
"Attention crew, this is Karvik. We'll be docking at Omega shortly. If you need to acquire anything from the station, head towards the docking port now or locate a member of the crew who can acquire it for you. As will be the norm, any requisitions from a member of ARC, send word to Sgt. Major Hawke. This is a short trip. In fact, from the moment we dock, you have one hour. Anyone not on board when that time is up gets left behind. Karvik out"

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Arlus was sitting on the floor next to the ships main weapons and in the processes of setting up some of his equipment when he heard Karvik, glancing up at the comm speaker for a moment he listened before muttering to himself as he got up, Arlus was sorta keeping to himself after the debrief not really wanting to get involved with anyone from the crew, His years in the Turian military as a Calab where rough on him, the isolation, segregation, and most of all the way they where treated, they where seen simply as tools some of the time.

But with all that he gained unbreakable bonds between other Calabs. Walking over to a crate he had moved into the room he opened it and quickly began to get his gear together, surprisingly Arlus had never been to Omega but he had that feeling that trouble might show itself. Once he had all of his weapons and ammo in check, he reached into the box and removed his venom gauntlets, slowly running his talons over them he slipped them on and secured then before attached the cylinders to the side, inside the clear cylinders was a bright green almost glowing liquid, various numbing agents and poisons mixed together to make a deadly but effective cocktail.

"Stage four compressor, long range amplifier, some cords, class two tripod, class five minitripod, maybe some camo netting if they have it, some ties, and a little bit more ammo" He said looking back at his equipment before placing his helmet on and leaving the room, the large Turian quietly made his way to the docking port. Upon getting there he leaned against the nearby wall and crossed his arms "So anyone else never been here before, to Omega or am I alone on this?" he asked out loud to seemingly anyone around as he waited.

[Assistant]
"No worries bud, everyone has their first sometime" Hawke laughed at the bad joke and clapped the turian on the shoulder "Ah, trust me, by the time we're all done you'll be sick of lookin' at the place. Not as bad as everyone says if you know your way around He flashed the datapad at Arlus.

"I gotta get all this stuff for the crew anyway, so I can point ya in the right direction. In exchange, I'm gonna need a hand bringin some of this stuff back, sound like a deal? Come on"

About an hour later, the crew was back on board, Hawke was hard at work in the storage bay, checking all the crates and making sure he hadn't missed anything.
"That container there are the supplies requested by the quarian.... Sena, not Reezan. Have someone bring it up to her quarters. he told Carrick, the chief of the dock boys "Those 8 are weapons, should be 2 full of rifles, assault and semi-auto, 2 for assorted pistols and SMGs, 1 for shotguns, 1 of sniper rifles, and the last one should have our launchers. The 4 smaller crates on the end are thermal clips, explosive charges, and grenades. See that they're all unpacked and placed in the armory. Anything we haven't gone through are personal requisitions from the crewmen, they can claim them at their own convenience, list is right here" He handed over the datapad and walked off towards the elevator. As it started to ascend he heard the beep of the P.A. system going live.

"We're arriving at the planet Xerkanos. Strike Team, gather up your gear and meet at the shuttle"

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The shuttle rocked and rattled as it descended through the atmosphere. The team all sat around as Tarrin examined a datapad. He tossed it down on the floor and a hologram projected up.
"Ok, initial scans show a spike in electron waves coming from this region. We're dropping in on this ridge overlooking what used to be an Alliance Exploratory Station. We'll survey it from above, then move down and breach. Clear out anyone left then explore for further leads"
They landed and set out, scanning the building below for outward threats.
"Seems clear out here, no cameras in sight except for the one right over the door" Fisher noted "Old Alliance buildings like this were designed with an unfortunate flaw. I can see it from here. There's a control board for internal systems on the right side of it, around the corner from the door. It's meant as a link-in point for exterior security checkpoints or transport stations, but this one has no such structure, but it's there, hidden beneath an off-color silver wall panel. Easy to hack"
Tarrin took charge once more "Ok Fisher, take Sena and Reezan down there, watch their back while they hack in. Arlus and Varok, you'll breach from the rear of the facility. Hang back out of sight until the hack is complete and the door opens itself. Hawke, you're with me. We're goin in the front"