[System]
AGE:
28
SEX:
Female
APPEARANCE:
A lithe, pale woman standing at 164 centimeters (5'4) with slight curves and little muscle definition. She has an oval shaped face with a sharp chin, straight nose, and murky green eyes. Her raven hair is cut in a straight line and above her shoulders. It is long enough to tie into a short ponytail, however. She has a slightly messy fringe that falls into her eyes, which doesn't seem to bother her. Jay prefers wearing business suits; black trousers, jackets, and even cravats. She will sometimes spruce up with colourful and/or patterned dress shirts or cufflinks, however. She wears a silver wristwatch on her left, and occasionally accessorizes with broaches or earrings.
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In her esper form, her complexion becomes outright greyish, and her hair is longer and wilder. Her esper outfit is a fancy full plate armour.
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GRIMIORE:
An engraved silver ring. She wears it on her right pinky.
INSTRUMENT: Havoc
A metal war pick with a simple design but some tasteful and subtle engravings. Its handle is about a meter and a half (5 feet) in length. The head is a blunt hammer on one side and a sharp, slightly curved spike on the other. The spike part is 13 cm (5 inches) long, while its width peters off from 6 centimeters at its widest to half a centimeter at its narrowest.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Great Axe
DAMAGE TYPE: Arcane
DAMAGE: B
SPEED: D
SENTINEL: D
SPECIAL: Pry. When the spike end is hooked into or against an object or part of an object (such as an opponent's shield, a door…), the user can pry that object free of wherever it's stuck or from whomever holds it as long as that thing's or person's sentinel rank isn't higher than D.
STYLE: Eternal Knight
Her whole body changes hue, giving her an ash-gray, silvery complexion. There are some splotches of a darker, tarnished gray here and there – most notably around her eyes – and a few flecks of a near-white scattered around. Her hair is now a steely black, while her fingernails are a dull aluminum. Her irises are similarly leaden, while her pupils glint a bright red. Jacqueline becomes attired in full steel plate armour, which is finely engraved.
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Grade: Bronze
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: C
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: Perfectly polished. The armour is so speckless, you may even catch your own reflection in it.
GENRE: Forged Arsenal
Everything from rough chunks of metal to finer constructions such as bullets, shivs, spheres, chains, etc.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Earth/Metal
NOTES: [Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)
SPECIAL: Breakthrough. If a target of Jacqueline's melody has their defenses enhanced, her melody gains a free rank-up.
LEITMOTIF: Iron Dust
A cloud of small metal particles surrounds her. They do not obstruct her vision, nor do they aid her or hinder others in any way.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: The particles swirl around her; gently swaying while not in combat, and buzzing angrily when she is.

BACKUP: Lifeblood Crystal

A small blood gem created by Lada. Shatters upon use. A creeping crimson vein-esque pattern forms upon Jacqueline's esper form, both her body and her armour.

GRADE: Silver
BACKUP MELODY: [Bronze Self][Stabilize][Enhance][Heal][Delay][Reflect]
SPECIAL: There is power in blood. This backup can draw upon nearby human blood (injured enemy, fresh body) the very moment it is used to empower the melody, granting it a rank-up.

PR: Unchivalrous
Some extra stuff that hardly fits the 'knightly' theme, but then again, Jacqueline isn't one to sweat the details. Survival is survival.

GRADE: Bronze
GEAR: Pistol, Molotov
SPECIAL: The gun is metal-silver and engraved, the Molotov is in an elegant dark gray glass bottle and produces haunting white flames.
FACTION:
Gemini Agents
TRIVIA:
Jacqueline is ambitious and driven, always striving for something. While no-nonsense, professional, and assertive in a working environment, she is much more casual in her free time. She teases and snarks, and is more receptive to humour and such. Though, if an idiot gets on her nerves, she'll certainly let them have their piece. Otherwise, she is a faithful adherent of the 'work hard, play hard' adage, and often indulges in alcohol at bars – in moderation, now that she's so close to her 30s. She enjoys adventures – such as travelling, discovering new eateries and other locales – and a tad of a thrill seeker. Bungee-jumping, skydiving, water surfing…if it's a new and exciting experience, she'll likely go for it. This trait has also made her quite the enthusiastic, even bloodthirsty monster-hunter.
Born to a banker and university professor, Jacqueline was firmly in the upper middle class since birth. As the only daughter, she faced strict guidance and high expectations. She fulfilled them all, and due to some good friends, avoided the fate of being too stifled or too much of a perfectionist. She excelled academically, and went on to study business. She completed part of her education back in France, but moved to USA for her master's. Not long after graduating, she found a job, and was looking to permanently settle there for a while.

She became an esper fairly recently. Jacqueline had been visiting her parents and some friends back home. While on a jaunt around town, she was inexplicably drawn to a pawn shop. There, a fairly plain silver ring stood out to her for some reason, and she purchased it. Upon putting it on, she immediately gained knowledge of what she was now capable of. It was certainly a strange event, but an exhilarating one. A few days after returning home, she had another chance encounter, in which she used her powers properly for the first time. She'd been at a small eatery in the late evening, and upon leaving the establishment, heard a strange noise an alley or so away. Leaving to investigate, she found a monstrous racoon the size of a large dog crouched over a person, ready to attack.

Both Jay and the monster were startled. The monster acted first, but Jacqueline knew what to do – she transformed into her esper form, and killed the thing. She'd been too preoccupied with what had happened to think of the possible consequences. When she was contacted not a week later by Gemini Agents, however, she learned that apparently despite the time of day and location, the fact that she'd saved a person and was an esper had been discovered. Having some things explained to her, she agreed for an official transferal to their establishment. Now, she works and trains as a government agent and monster slayer.

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28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D |750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 750

[User]
"Ribbit ribbit."
 Current Location: Precinct #11
13 | Male | Gemini | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
Eddy | Pistol, Medical Supplies
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Bronze Projectile][Damage X][AoE]= - 96 MP

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 622
 "Just ignore her kid, you can do this!" The only one to respond between the Timekeeper and his puppet was Eddy, and even then he too choose to focus more on their plan. Luckily Finn's idea to lead Betty to the center of the roof managed to work, even if it meant the other agents couldn't help him. Here he could understand why though, even if it's still a dumbshit move to face her by himself like last time. But unlike last time, whatever he learned there could give him a leverage here. Like with Betty's defensive melody. He intended to make her waste it.

 And then there were frogs.

 Damnit, that thing's faster than expected! Gotta hurry this up! The boy's head snapped around to see the second spell was set in motion. Frogs both dead and alive started to spawn from the woodwork, and apparently bloodthirsty. Hopscotch don't fail me now. Finn had to maneuver around his newfound audience as they jumped at him, cause he was not looking forward to seeing what their corrosive bile could do to his outer shell. Unfortunate still that his adversary was still charging at him.

 Now, he did have an idea of how to take advantage of this. But it'd take precision, and more importantly, perfect timing.

 "Ally-oop!" Swift as he could, the Timekeeper flung a bolt at the floor below Betty. For a moment she'd probably assume he missed or hesitated, but he fully intended to have her caught inbetween the corrosive explosions of nearby frogs. If not to knock her down a peg, then at least to continue stalling her. He just had to keep at it, keep moving.

 Speed was one of his few virtues.

 Let's hope it'll last.

[Assistant]
Frogs were now falling from the roiling heavens along with the crimson rain, but Ashley was content to ignore them for the time being. The Knight of Tomorrow had Justin in her sights and a lack of focus could prove fatal, if not for herself, then for Gale, whom the vampire was currently closing in upon. Darn it! the high-tech heroine hissed as she watched Justin rotate his shield so that the rapidly shrinking opening her energy bolt had created was now facing away from them. With so much blood available to fuel his dark incantations, it seemed like it would be impossible for her to break through Justin's defenses. Even if his spells were limited by his remaining mana, there was no telling how much of that the vampire had left, and time was clearly of the essence, something the cacophonic croaking of the surrounding frog swarm attested to.

Seeing that Gale seemed to be safe from ranged attacks for the moment, and not wanting to waste any more of her own mana than absolutely necessary, Ashley put her trust in the floaty bluenette's ability to avoid Justin's melee attacks and just focused on wearing down the vampire's defenses as best as she could. To that end, the Knight of Tomorrow fired yet another glowing bolt of neon green energy at the vampire's blood barrier. With luck, this continued bombardment would, at the very least, keep their foe's attention divided so that Gale would be able to take advantage of any openings that might appear in Justin's defenses. Meanwhile, Ashley's own above-average defenses against chaos attacks should keep the corrosive frogs from harming her, at least for the time being. In any event, this was sure to be a challenging fight, and the high-tech heroine only hoped that her fellow agents were having a better time of things than she was…

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18 | Female | GEMINI | Vision of Tomorrow
Implements of Tomorrow | Wand, Shield | Arcane | Tune of Tomorrow
Raiment of Tomorrow | Stride of Tomorrow
Light of Tomorrow | Light | Power of Tomorrow
PRO-TEK 4000 Defensive Surgery Implement | Kevlar Coat, Kevlar Padding, Clip Light
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Heal (6), Major Heal (18), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Piercing (2)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 582

[User]
Frogs already? The critters would go ignored, however, as Gunther assembled a bunch of cars into a heap; some sort of makeshift fortress, it looked like. You...you are an annoyance. Pac-a-Fist took potshots at them with her laser-gun, which she evaded as she best could. Jacqueline was quickly losing patience, however. She formed a melody on the tip of her finger, and aimed. "TAKE COVER!" she shouted at her allies, echoing Breacher's urging for them to move. She had no idea if her attack would have devastating effects for her enemies, allies, or both. Or maybe Gunther would prove powerful enough to keep control of the cars even as they got shaken up. She was betting not though, because the coward was hiding. For all that he scorned the living, he was very much attached to his own un-life. Her beam fired, and connected to the sports car on top of the poltergeist's construction. Then, Jacqueline took her own advice, and dashed away.

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28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Beam][Powerful][Quake] = -42 mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 636


[System]
"I can tell you with certainty that there are things worth protecting on this planet."

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Vic, Mortem, Life saver, Youngster healer

Gender:

Male

Marital Status:

Single

Age:

19

Sexuality:

Homosexual

Family Ties:

Belle - Adopted Mother

Adam - Adopted father

Class:

Priest

Weapon Mastery(ies):

Staves

Inventory:
Mend, Rescue, Ward, Elixir

Personality:

Victor is a cheerful, affable and loyal young man who is as kind as he is determined. As he goes into the middle of a battlefield defensless to heal and drag back anybody he can carry even if they are twice his height and weight. He is Brave in the face of danger and he has a very strong moral compass which what tells him what to do, and anything morally dubious he will not even consider an option and holds most to uphold his level of morality. Although what he considers the right thing might not be legal or openingly accepted, he does what he think is right and just which explines why he is okay with joining the royal guard and why he is okay with possibly killing somebody if the job commandes him to.

But besides his moral and serious personailty, he is deep down a jokester with a love of puns and wordplays and he loves tourturing others with terrible puns and lame jokes, also pranks, he loves pranking others, wheater it putting a bucket on an ajar door or putting tons of chicken eggs on a person's bed. He loves them all.

Biography:

Victor was left on the doorsteps of a young couple after his parents relized they couldn't take care of him themselves but they knew that the child's safety and happiness was worth more to them their own happiness in comparison. Victor was loved by the young couple as if he was their own child. The young couple were a pair of merchants who spoiled the child while teaching him to be the nicest person he could be no matter what other people think of him and to always to do his best to help others like he did with them by being their child.
With such a childhood like his the only logical conclusion was for him to join the clergy and become a Priest so he could help others with a staff and heal others that few others can do. He was a young teen when he became a Priest, but he became disillusioned to the life as a priest as he felt he wasn't helping as much as he could and the Priest were always blocked out of helping others due to laws and social taboos which he found deplorable for people who called themselves the helpers of the common people.
He eventrelly left the Clergy with a few staves in hand and gotten ready to become a wandering Healer away from the Clergy. But his wanderings left him aimless and without a greater purpose that he desired to follow. But when news of Royal guards are needed for a king Victor jumped at opportunity and headed right to where the trials will take place and become a royal guard for the King of Jotenvarr

[User]
Mikhail Fuast

During the quiet descent into the mausoleum, Mikhail didn't know what to expect from their instructor, especially after the old man's warning. He had of course heard of the Straizo's right hand, but he had never met, much less seen, the girl himself. The cavalier ran a hand through his emerald hair, finding the musty smell of their surroundings to be stifling. Rollo, his horse, had obviously not been allowed to join them. Part of him was relieved, as the damn thing managed to be a nuisance wherever it went, but another part of him was missing the horsey stench that he was starting to find strangely comforting as each day passed.

With an ever so slight shake of his head, Mikhail refocused on the matter at hand. They had just reached the entrance to the mausoleum, but before anyone in the group had a chance to say or do anything, the shirtless brute, Claude, kicked open the door. He then proceeded to live up to every unfortunate expectation Mikhail had made for the man. Mikhail could only hope that his boisterous attitude would be matched by his prowess with a sword, but seeing him knocked out on the floor, he knew better than to hold his breath.

With that said, the Lieutenant Commander was turning out to be nothing like Mikhail had expected. Having served in Jotenvarr's military, the cavalier had of course heard about Illian's shy and odd nature, but never had he anticipated the odd child before him. As she explained her role as their instructor, Mikhail took a quick second to size up the rest of his squad mates. A small sigh of exasperation escaped him as it dawned on him that he had ended up in a truly rag tag group. 'Could be worse I guess', he told himself, 'I could be surrounded by braindead greenhorns'. This uncharacteristic "optimism" caused a little grin to creep into his expression.

"Mikhail Faust", he offered indifferently, ready to see how this all would turn out.

[Assistant]
Diana

She wasn't sure what was worse, going into the forest with all the dirt and sticks and such or the mausoleum, with all its dirt and dead people. Probably better that she'd gone to the forest. Though not by much, she though as she picked another stick out of her hair. Diana had been about to ask how much further they were going before they were all halted by the sudden appearance of a flying weapon, causing the person in front to scream, and barked orders. It reminded her of home. "Diana!" She said loudly and precisely, but not as loud as their instructor.

The guy that had screamed decided for some reason that doing other than exactly what was ordered was a good idea. Apparently they were going to be in for the training of a lifetime and not following orders to the T was probably going to make it worse. Nothing new there. Though she was interested if the knife lady's training would be as intense as her father's. Maybe even more so if that was possible. The other one was looking forward to the challenge. Diana of course was simply hoping she wouldn't get too sweaty and ruin her clothes.

[User]
Aika Lennone

"Damn! I missed it!" Long silver hair and wide sapphire eyes poked out from behind the emerald knight's forward step as room was finally made for this vertically challenged adventurer to step through the fence of taller men in front of her. She took center stage between the instructor and the other soldiers, glancing left and right as she scanned the room. From behind, the others could only see the grey cloak that covered her body, resting on her shoulders but under her impressively long snowy hair. From the front, the instructor could see a thin but not childishly small young woman adorned in light armor underneath the magician's cloak and over common adventurer's outfitting. Her left hand rested across her torso on the pommel of her sword, which was strapped to the right side of her waist as she poised ready for another explosion. After several seconds of waiting, she relaxed into an eased position with her arms down and stared confused at the instructor. After a long blink, her gaze passed over the incapacitated mercenary as she turned to look over her shoulder at the remaining soldiers.

"Um..." She quickly turned her head back and forth between her companions and Illian before continuing. "Oh! My name's Aika!" she blurted out, as if finally remembering that their names were requested. She rested her hands on her hips triumphantly as she announced her presence.

[Assistant]
Azi Lukotta

Azi flinched slightly from Claude's loud entrance into the mausoleum. "He should be more respectful in a tomb," he sighed aloud, continuing his walk up to the entrance. He found it somewhat remarkable how, in the short time it took for the rest of them to reach the door, Claude had already managed to incite the wrath of their group's instructor. The petite girl who had launched him back over proceeded to introduce herself as Illian.

Seemingly unfazed by her unhinged expression and laughter, Azi introduced himself with a warm smile. "My name is Azi Lukotta," He said as he attempted to help the injured Claude up. "Please excuse our friend's actions... Though, I don't believe you had to go as far as to do this to him." Azi was somewhat upset by the fact that they were fighting in a holy place, but was slightly more concerned with whether Claude could survive another spell.

[User]
Maximillian Velmaar

Maximillian was back at the capital, it had been quite a long time since he had visited here, and a visit was exactly what it had been; specifically visiting one of his cousins, namely the one without a crown.
It was that man who had gave him the heads up about his parents unfortunate plans for his future.

That being said, maybe his visit here again could rectify the news of the past into a future more promising for himself.

Max was stood inside the castles courtyard with a liturgy of other adventures, knights, aspiring knights, mercenaries and really anyone who wanted to make something capable and worthy out of their likely decadent lives, Max didn't really have anything against those without noble blood, and if they wished to make something good out of themselves here, today, they would hopefully do just that.

It was clearly evident when the man addressing the group that the King had a fondness of bestowing military positions upon those whom deserved it through merit - he referred to the King as "milord" a premise used by the commoners, any real man of nobility would have had their tongue cut out by their parents if they dared refer to their king in such a base manner; well at least that's what his parents would have done, being the traditionalist that they are.
It would take some time worming these types of thoughts out here, as it would certainly not make his life any easier.

Max and 4 others were placed in one group and separated from the rest; they were to head to the mauslaeum; which at first Max found very odd, until their instructor; Ace gave them a warning.
..."There, the woman named Illian will be waiting for you... Another word of advice. Do not insult Lord Straizo or anything similar while in her presence, unless you want to become part of the mausoleum."

Figures he'd be in the same room as that girl, Max has; fortunately, never had the displeasure to meet her for quite some time, but today that would be no longer the same...
In his opinion that girl was bad for his cousin, but Ace was correct saying that to her would only make Max a new addition to the mausoleum.

The groups separated and one headed towards the forest whilst they ventured deeper into the castle, some of it was familiar but he had never been to the mausoleum itself. Their group began off with a nice opening, all things considered, a man; with clearly the the same level of respect as a necromancer kicked open the doors to the mausoleum.
Admittedly Max felt that on the field of battle this one may be of some use, if he can be tempered, but outside of combat, there may be no hope for someone as base as he, first impressions are paramount when meting new people, so he could actually be doing this as a bluff from nerves, making some sort of an attempt to appear powerful.
Max had his money on him being an idiot though.

And it didn't take too long before his bet became something he wished he had put money on, the one who took it would be of significantly lighter pocket.
He had the gall to pick their commander up by the head because she was small, and his price was a mere beating that would likely leave him with nothing more than a few burns.
If that brash, abrasive fool had made such an attempt on Max he'd have made sure that this man named... Claude; if he had remembered rightly from earlier, would be down one limb.
And that would be a kindness.

After this the rest of the people introduced themselves, merely leaving himself with his own introduction, before he did, he took the time to contemplate the rest of his companions, the one who spoke after fool got his just desserts was a man named Mikhail Faust; he looked like he could handle himself in a ifght, and based on how he held himself, posture wise he probably had some form of military training under his belt.
Next was girl named Aika; she withheld her family name for some reason, however.
She looked nervous, which is probably the correct mentality to adapt here.

Finally the man named Azi Lukotta spoke, and his words were incorrect to say the least, a fine way to speak his own name off a correction.

"I disagree, Azi, if I had been in our commanders position he'd have received far worse than a mere burnt behind."

Straightening his posture as if there was a string holding his spine straight; a commonly held posture for anyone in the royal guard, Max spoke his name; and title.

"Lord Maximillian Velmaar, a cousin of our Lord and King Alexandro; I am a member of the royal vanguards and its pleasure to serve his Lordship once again."

[Assistant]
Victor silently followed the rest of the group down to the Mausoleum, Victor hovered his hand over his the staves tied to waist to make sure they were in good enough condition to be used for training. Victor was in the back of the group, the spot he is often sent to in training during his time the clergy he hated not being in the front lines where the hurt often stood, at least he has a Rescue staff to bring the hurt to him if need be. But soon enough they reached the entrence of the Mausoleum. Their first day of training quickly went to shit.

Before the group could do anything before they enter the mausoleum. A brutish sharp-teeth man kicked open the door and phyically assulted their instructor a young girl that looked to be a mage if her Tome was any indictaion. Suddenly before anybody could help the young woman the floor ruptured into a lava plume launching the man into a wall leaving the mage free from his grasp and back to safety on the ground. Victor liked the Instructor already.

The instructor introduced herself as LIlian, and she asked the group to introduced themselves, a green haired Cavalier introduced himself as Mikhail was first to be introduced, who looked slightly unnerving with that grin on his face. The next one was a young woman, or to be correct the only woman of the group introduced herself as Aika after a few moments of looking confused, looks like her heads are in the clouds, hopefully she is not so spacey in combat. The one after Aika was a blue haired man carrying a quarterstaff and a book in tow, introduced himself the most gracefully as of yet, with his name bing Azi. Although he seemed nice he does try to excuse others actions which is a big no-no to Victor even if it well-meaning. "Well he's not my friend... or anybody elses to be frank, but I think that he got off way to easy..." Victor replied bluntly before the next person spoke and seemed to carry the same opionion on the matter, which casued him to nod in agreement. The man in question was cousin to the King, Lord Maximillian Velmaar, also a member of the royal Vanguards, which surprised Victor, that such a high ranking noble would walk, talk and work with the lower classes like them. But it was a pleasent surprise to say the least.

Finally, it was his turn to introduce himself. Victor stood up stright with his legs and feet together and and put his hand on his forehead and spoke.

"My name is Victor Mortem, I am an Ex-priest of the clergy, I am also an ex-wanderer and I'm now here as a Royal guard trainee to make sure nobody here dies by their wounds...or die trying."


[System]
Gender: Male
Element: Ice
Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Mask of Kindred (currently powerless)

Appearance:Kumanu is a long-limbed Matoran in snowy white armour, save for his neck, hands and lower legs which are a clear, bright blue. His most distinguishing physical feature is the telescopic lens over the right eye of his noble-shaped faxon.

Occupation: Kumanu works for the Kongero Nui City Council as an animal control matoran. Wherever the rahi of an area are becoming a nuisance or even a danger, he comes in to catch them and rehome the offending animals to their natural habitats away from important infrastructure. This job ranges from blade burrowers digging through the mines of Onu-Congro to clearing out nests of lightning bugs on Vo-Congro. Mostly, however, he sticks to Ko-Congro and deals with ice bats and crystal climbers that try to set up colonies atop high buildings, often caving in rooftops in the process.

Description: Like most Ko-Matoran, Kumanu is a quiet type and prefers to think before he speaks, but underneath that frosty exterior, he has a big heart. He cares genuinely and deeply for his friends and his city, and he uses his colder rational side to help them be the best that they can be. He loves his job working with animals, and is patient, calm and gentle with them, though sometimes he must cause them some discomfort in the course of his job. Still, taking them out of dangerous areas will ultimately benefit both the rahi and the matoran of Kongero Nui, so he knows that his actions are justified. He is a good strategic thinker in this way – he can recognise the best course of action for benefits in the long term. Thinking for the future is, after all, the Ko-Matoran way.

Tools: Kumanu carries a kanoka disk launcher to help him deal with uncooperative rahi.

Relationships:
• Other PCs – see below
• One evening a week, he plays goalie for a local akilini team.
• Kumanu keeps a pet ice gafna named Matao

Hura:
Suavo:
Vhis:
Velhni:
Tyro:

Journal: Nothing as yet.

Bag:
• A wallet containing 20 widgets
• Keys to his home, workplace, and motorised transport
• A pack of cards
• Water bottle
• Pen and paper
• Gafna treats

[User]
Velhni
The blue and white Vo-Matoran muttered to herself as she knelt a little ways down an alley away from the main pathways and roads of Fe-Congro, where she was knelt in front of an unassuming piece of machinery, one of the connecting points for the powercables running underneath Kongero Nui. She'd much rather be out exploring the pre-festivity town as everyone prepares, but she'd gotten stuck making sure the connection points for the power cables were all working properly and everything was switched on. Sometimes she would run into annoying rodent rahi chewing on the cables, but fortunately this particular transformer seemed to be in order.

As soon as Velhni was done inspecting the transformer and replacing the paneling she hopped onto her customized mag-bike, zooming out into the streets towards the next transformer like a blue and white blur, hoping to get her work done as fast as she could so she could adventure through the Fe-Matoran shops to pine over the mastercrafted tools she's sure she'll never be able to afford.

[Assistant]
An orange and white Su-Matoran scrounged through a pile of junk, seeking a random assortment of items that more then likely would simply be melted down and re purposed. A few rare items might be kept in an brief attempt to see what he could do with it. Most were preparing for the festivities that would be starting soon. He wasn't as interested about them though he agreed to go reluctantly for a friend. Until then he would continue his usually daily tasks, keeping an optimistic attitude of finding something unique or rare though chances were highly against him.

He eventually decided the pile was hopeless for him and left it gathering what he had found and packing it up before making his way back to the living areas for the Su-Matoran of Su-Congro. Most of the buildings seemingly were haphazardly put together, made of the junk that was dumped there but they were all sturdy and strong. It was quieter then the usual hustle and bustle of Su-Matoran. He made his way to where parts would be melted, perhaps getting a few widgets out of the items he had scrounged up.

[User]
Suavo

Suavo had wandered out into Fe-Congro, but his mission to find himself a drink was not going well. Not only that, but he had gnawed his fried dikapi leg down to the bones, and he seemed to be in entirely the wrong place. He had thought, initially, to go and find a place by the fountains, where he remembered once meeting a group of craftsmen swapping stories over jugs of hot, sweet liquid.

No such luck today. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and had somehow ended up on a street lined with decorated shopfronts. This was where the high-browed craftsmen plied their trade, not the common factories he had been looking for. The area seemed all closed up for the night, so as he wandered down the street, he took out one of his juggling balls and began casually bouncing it off shop windows and catching it again.

[Assistant]
Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day.

 The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth.

De-Congro

 "And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival."
 The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench.
 "Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?"
 The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away.
 "This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor.
 "You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna.

 Vhis's grey fist clenched tightly. Although she had had some time in the silence to herself, her ire was still raised.
 "Bothersome noisy Ta-Matoran... bothersome noisy festival..." she murmured under her breath, "Well, I'll be at the festival. But I'll go for my own reasons, not theirs," and it seemed in that moment, she calmed, a breath slipping from her before she spoke again, though she seemed something akin to relieved, "And then... it won't matter."

-----

Bo-Congro

 The green bodied Matoran flinched, however slightly, as if the question from the Ko-Matoran had been somehow unwelcome. In truth, he was startled, not expecting such a thought to be brought his way so suddenly.
 "Well, I live here," he pointed out, taking a moment as his thoughts shifted before continuing, "And, well, I don't see why it would have any reason to."
 After that moment he remained silent, intent on finding the Vuata Maka before much longer.

[User]
The two matoran passed quietly through the forest, following the faint, leaf-strewn path that led to the vuata-maca. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon when they reached it, and in the darkness, the soft blue glow of its magical fruit was all the more apparent. The tree's sleek branches gleamed in the dim illumination as they stretched gracefully upwards, almost mirroring the shape of the punga ferns that grew around its base. Despite having traveled across much of Kongero Nui, Kumanu couldn't help being taken aback by the sight.

The Ko-matoran hung back from the great tree, letting the Bo-matoran go forward. Kumanu himself wasn't quite sure what would happen next; he lacked the innate elemental affinity for plants that Hura had. He trusted in the Bo-matoran's knowledge and skills to do what he had come to do. Kumanu waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.


[System]
"You know I enjoy my private meditation hours, so why do you insist on interrupting them with offers for food and drink?"
Blood:
Pureblood

Age by appearance:
25

Immortal age:
339

House:
The House of Malkavian

Rank:
Adjutant

Short bio (+personality):
Born in 1530 as the daughter of a poor fisherman in the eastern coasts of China, Sengchou was destined to live the life of a commoner. But then the Wokou pirates attacked. Her parents were of the first casualties of the conflict, with his father going out one day to the sea when she was five and never returning and her mother being violated and murdered in their own home days after during a surprise raid while she hid in the closet.

Hours, maybe days after the raid had ended, Sengchou was found still hiding in the closet by one of her neighbors, a young man who hid from the pirates, much like she had done.

Having lost everything, the man took Sengchou to the Shaolin Temple, located in the Song Mountain in the Henan province. It was a trip that took months to complete, filled with dangers lurking behind every corner. Their plan was to ask for asylum, but things took a turn for the better when the Monks took Sengchou in as one of their own, devoid of prejudice and filled with sympathy for her situation. The man, though, was not so lucky and was soon forced to depart, leaving behind a crying seven year old Sengchou.

From then on, life became a blur of honing both mind and body. Her life was simple and straight to the point, but things eventually caught up to her again. News reached the Temple that the Wokou Pirate problem had not only gotten worse, it was straight out becoming a national threat. With the news came a military man, and with the military man came conscription. Sengchou was one of the young warrior monks, at the age of twenty four, who were conscripted and forced to fight the pirates.

But one night, while she patrolled a forest along with five common soldiers, they were ambushed.

Ten disheveled men jumped out of the bushes and cut down her comrades and while she managed to kill two of her assailants, she was soon overwhelmed by their numbers. Sengchou was captured that night, and spent months being tortured by the pirates in all manner of ways. they were always careful with her, though, for they didn't want to permanently mar her beauty.

They eventually grew tired of her so one night after using her, they beat her to near death and dropped her off in the nearby woods, where they had captured her nearly a year ago.

Hours into the night, as Sengchou sobbed and held on to her last breaths, she felt the cold grasp of death take her.

Only to see a monk walk into her sight, holding what looked like a small bowl. He gently gave her some of what was in the bowl, and she eagerly drank it.

It tasted like blood, but that might've just been her split lip messing with her taste.

She woke up the next day as good as new. She was still naked and dirty, but she was alive, and she felt thankful.

So she walked through the forest and found a pond in which she bathed. When she looked at her reflection in the water, though, she realized she looked paler than she remembered.

A month after her release, Sengchou found her way back to the Shaolin Temple. She had attacked bystanders on the way back home and drunk their blood. Scared of herself and her actions, she hoped the elder monks would be able to help her. They couldn't, though, and a year later, after finally succumbing to her new instincts and attacking a fellow monk, she left the Temple, her only home.

First, she visited Japan. Then, the rest of China. Eventually she traveled through Africa and found herself in the Middle East where she met a man, named Thomas, who told her she was a Vampire. For a couple centuries they traveled together, learning different martial arts and taking in all the cultures they could.

And then one day Sengchou got news that the monks at the Shaolin Temple were in need of her help and she had to leave while Thomas was away on a nearby city. She couldn't leave a note telling where she was because she didn't know how to write. When she returned to the place, Thomas was no longer there.

After a few years of lonely traveling, she found her way to England. There, she met Francois Malkavian, a Vampire Elder who offered her a place within his House after she'd unknowingly killed and fed on one of the House's Aspirants and fought off the three Kyres sent after her with only a staff.

A century has passed since then and she's made her way to Adjutant, having shown her exceptional loyalty and level-headed nature which comes from having been a Buddhist Monk for her entire life.

[User]
@Viciousmarrow@luclovers

Vika made it close enough to see the noble leaping to catch the falling girl. He keeps going, knowing that he can make in time to intercept these...people. Considering that the noble had had a woman on his back along with jumping to catch another...most likely he is still there. With his focus on who he was chasing he barely noticed the scent of the other vampire...the guardian. Until of course he inhaled more, then he smelled the other scent. Forcing himself to go faster he launches off of a roof top and catches a minuscule ledge on the side of the cathedral. Hitting the building with a hard thud causing him to take a few moments to catch his breath he thinks through his options before doing a type of back flip and catching the edge of the window.

With a grumble he does another back flip into the cathedral and lands on his feet. Not skipping a beat he pulls his crossbow off of his back and it makes several whirring noises as it self loads. Each of his crossbows hold 5 crossbow bolts within a reloading type chamber...each takes him an extremely long time. He points the crossbow at Thomas his hood hiding his face. "So, why exactly were you so interested in this one" Talking about lyla. He knows the noble wounded his arm, so he is expecting to be able to handle this. He is also figuring that this noble is a vampire...considering how he was able to catch the girl. Not realizing that the two women are also vampires. "Other then using her as food of course" His voice was still somehow velvety even though his words hold a bit of hate toward this guy.

[Assistant]
Locke Bahadur

There wasn't much Locke could have done in the heat of the moment. He did have his Kukri with him, but seeing as how that courtesan ended up gave Locke second thoughts. This thing that had kidnapped Lyla was a vampire... and so were the two men that had sprinted off into the night in chase after him. Chasing the vampires would have been a futile effort, so he decided to question the woman that knew Lyla, as it seemed Lyla was someone of importance. If vampires were after her, Locke dreaded thinking about what exactly was her importance. Locke needed answers, but it seemed that all he was receiving were questions.

"Miss? I know your... Lyla has been kidnapped, and you might be in shock, but I am a private investigator. Do you mind if I ask you some quick questions? Yes, I am not the police, but I doubt the local authorities would believe you when they you tell them a man appeared out of thin air to capture Ms.Lyla. Do you know what her importance is to that man?"

[User]
Augustus Wesley | Chambers | Pharmacy
Augustus doesn't fully comprehend what had just transpired, but it appeared as though he was completely severed of the weapon that Ventrue blessed him with, and through the shadows a murky figure of substantial worth -- by apparent name-calling -- had lurked inbetween the overcasts of windows lining the walls. This Madame here had a certain miasma to her, as well, and all of three of them pertained significantly in terms of smell, appearance and senses to his own Lord, Ventrue. That fact in and of itself possessed Augustus with a renewed sense of fear, but by inherently shutting down that sort of feeling, his expression can remain untainted. He does wake up to the ugly sounds of ruined chambers, metallic clanks and dashes of pure darkness that riddle this dungeon-like place. Next to him was a girl he recollected to be hostile towards him from previously experiencing her deranged personality. [ Something of hers? ] Augustus would think, maiming that thought when Ravnos himself appears.

Any sort of threatening look he brewed before had completely died down, like a painting that ran down under the rain. This man here had a good name for himself, a 'Lord', much like his own. That is what gave Augustus the real chills. Aspirants weren't supposed to interact with other houses, because they'll usually either kill them or take advantage of their positions. Augustus wanted out, so he had to be quick. That was never taught to him. To properly formulate a stratagem wasn't one of his housekeeping skills, unfortunately, and that compromised Augustus far too greatly here and now. The flintlock laid there. If only he could reach for it. He addresses Igraine with a simplified gaze -- there's not too much to waste on her -- and then deadpans on Fortworth. This was an awful circumstance, not only for him, but for HER too. Ventrue would be a great deal surprised if he figured that the Ravnos killed one of his own, but Augustus himself really doubts he'd do anything about it. Now he really wished he had that sticky Vampire alongside him. A swift aid was necessary for times like these.

"What do you want from me?" He speaks. His voice is cracked and immature, as best as you could expect from a growing Aspirant like himself. Anything could be done now, and Augustus would be held too accountable for his actions. If this turned sour, then Augustus would blame the house, though, so for whatever it counted he wanted to bring the house down to the depths of hell with him. His face is still as straight as possible, appearing unaffected, with a promise of splendor and elegance still coloring his face handsomely. His arms shake subconsciously, trying to yank themselves free off these chains. How unusually hard they were, though. Maybe used for capturing Vampires alike to Igraine here? She didn't seem to be able to pull out, either.

He guessed that Ravnos might know of Augustus' current state, and that he is soon to be promoted further up the ranks. Surely, Aspirants never get to do outside-the-house errands, but Novices tend to. But when Augustus tries to keep his cool, he always does it for the House's sake. If he doesn't reveal far too much, he could keep that to himself and let them think that it's the Ventrue craze to let their Aspirants outside with a humble flintlock. Of course, that'd put a huge damper on any future plans -- and all of them already understand how unorthodox Louis Ventrue really is, so that only helped his case even further. This COULD potentially go his way.

Unless, they're merely thirsty for blood and Augustus was here as feed and no more. Then, no amount of intelligence could get him out of that one. Honestly, there are times that Augustus wishes he had the body more than the mind aspect covered. All he could do was quietly bet on Ravnos' and Fortworth's restraint, and that as elder Vampires they wouldn't prey on his body far too much. Augustus was in the midst of life and death now, and as a straightforward victim at this point, there's not much he can do but sit and hope.

AND maybe talk. "I have nothing of value on me. The white thing over there was just a simple errand. And the flintlock was to keep me safe. You've seen what I can and can't do -- there's nothing extraordinary about me."

He rolls his eyes. There's no drama in them, but rather, a certain sincerity. "You're wasting your time."

complex @Stern Algorithm

[Assistant]
For a while now, she'd been having this strange feeling. The feeling that something was going to happen to her, and that something had to do with the actions of her past. The feeling had become so strong the last week that it consumed every single one of her waking and sleeping hours but the ones she dedicated to her meditation. What could be so important as to take over her trained mind? She'd wander around like she did when she first exiled herself. Thinking about things that were or that could have been and not focusing on the path she was actually walking in.

She shook herself out of her worrying as she approached the dreary old building. While everything was dreary and old in the City the English called London, this one seemed even drearier and older. It was the Asylum, a place worthy of every horror story you could imagine about killers, rapists and otherwise criminally deranged monsters.

Calling them monsters may not be fair, Sengchou thought and forced a smile onto her face for a split second, I do attack innocent people and drink their blood from time to time.

She shrugged her shoulders and relaxed them, pulled them back and relaxed them again and finally lightly kicked her legs out to the sides to loosen up. Then she entered the Asylum.

The front doors were open and the 'reception', if one could call the dirty room with a small table one first saw as such, was empty. If it wasn't for the fact that she was tracking one of her Family here, she would have already left. As it stood, she had to walk deeper into the Asylum. And that's when the crazies started screaming and shouting. She expected them to do so when they saw her, dressed in her orange Monk Robes, but they hadn't seen her yet. That only meant they'd seen her Family around.

So she walked at a brisk pace through the long, dimly lit corridors, startling some of the crazed men and captivating others.

After taking a turn, she saw them. Five of her Family and one human. There was no fight going on, but Sengchou still took a hold of the hard wood staff on her back and wielded it as she approached. Her Family had their backs turned to her, and the only one who'd possibly been able to see her turning the corner was the woman.

Still, she walked. From such a far distance, it was hard to tell if Sengchou was a woman or a man. With the way the robes fit her and the small size of her breasts coupled with the baggy pants and the dim illumination of the room that didn't allow a normal human to see her face or long hair, well, she could've been anyone or anything.

Or at least, anyone or anything that dared to dress such bright colors.

She hoped no one but Shaolin Monks dared to wear those colors and the English recognized that, but they'd shown themselves to be ignorant about the Monks uncountable times before.

"Lorenzo," Sengchou spoke calmly, "you've got a good head on your shoulders and this will aid us greatly, but you know this will not impress him. Let's work together and we'll achieve more."


[System]
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Always wearing a suit with a clean appearance, he is for the most part what you would expect to see for a Police Force investigator in a division where the members are titled "Agent".
Status: Investigator in a division of the police force specifically trained to investigate and take down Hexes; not much of note in the past 3 months.
Powers/Abilities: Crack shot - one of the best men in the Police Force with a gun.
Bio: Benson Halthar was born in Michigan and was raised to a somewhat wealthy family of cops. Going through school with decent performance, he took up a career in the Police Force. His aim and a few lucky strikes against class D hexes (and one class B) earned him an opportunity to join the Hex Termination Squad portion of the Police force as a junior investigator, an opportunity he readily accepted. He joined as one of the younger members to be offered the position of agent investigator; he was only 28 when most that join were around 30.
Since joining the force, he has proven himself a capable agent and fine investigator, having assisted in taking down several D's, C's and B's over the past eight years, and twice helping to take down A's (although only one of those he actually managed to take down with a gun, the other died because of his own mistake). He is now respected as being one of the finer hands in the Force and one of the first men to come to a scene with suspected Hex activity.

[User] Ace looked up at the main who claimed to be Lucius and paused look at him dead in the eyes and finally replied sternly "don't lie to me. if you're going to give me a name then give me your real one." She then sighed and tried wobbling back up to stand but ultimately ended up failing and collapsed back down onto her hands and feet.

[Assistant]
He rolled his eyes, sighing as he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "I am saving your life, miss...?" he began, turning his head and raising the opposite eyebrow to accent his own lack of knowledge of her name. "For now, you can call me vahtevaer you like, as long az I know you are speaking to me. For good reason, if things go south, I'd rather you not know my name, my dear" he concluded with a wink. It was a sound strategy on such jail breaks to not use real names. The theory was, if the group would to be separated or parts detained, it'd be easier for him to cover his tracks. "I am helping you," he started, offering her the rose to pick from his fingers, "...and I am sorry about your situation"
He didn't expect her to give a name in return, only to understand that he was not her enemy. If it could be any other way, he would have liked a chance to get to know the girl, but he figured the circumstances, especially considering this exchange, might make it difficult for them to be much more than associates.

[User] "thank you..." Ace murmured. she paused and looked straight ahead as she got to her feet again. she picked the rose and smelled it once then burned it. as the ashes scattered she replied, "The name my parents gave me was Ace. that is the only name i go by."

[Assistant]
Luciel was silent, standing and gripping his fist to kill the rest of the vines which crumpled and retracted, focusing on repairing itself. "Why?" He asked, intrigued by her hollowness, "Is Ace what they called you in that hole? Is Ace what you called yourself to maintain sanity~?" he cooed, taking a few steps past her while he seemed to focus on trying to orient themselves based on sun position, thinking of a way they could go to maybe throw the certain search party off of their trail. His words ran like treacle, teasing enough to set the stage for his next question. "Of any name you could think...would you rather have it?" he asked before slyly looking over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye to try to catch a glimpse of a reaction, "...or is your past really that valuable?"

People have single names. In this world where we're not seen as people, why should we conscribe to their ideals?

Fear drove humans to do such selfish things. They'd throw their newborns from cliffs if they thought it'd appease a higher power...so to speak. He knew well enough about Hex to know that parents were sometimes a touchy subject; she mentioned them, openly, and apparently kept the name they gave her. It was unlikely that she was picked up after killing them...unless she was that messed up. Luciel shook his head, excusing the feeling before turning back to her. "Never mind me, working alone gives me too much time to think, I am afraid" he said with a chuckle and an excusing hand wave before realizing what he said could have been taken as an offense. "But no, I think Ace is a good name," Luciel sighed, wishing he knew more about the girl as to better appeal to her, "...I only wish it did not carry memories with it~"

[User] The questions of 'why' made the hairs on the back of Ace's neck stand on end and her body feel hot with pure, white rage."....why?! because i don't have any other name, because in that hell hole they called me horrible things! in there what kept me sane was feeling the pain of every beating; telling me that this was all real and not some deranged nightmare! I can't trade my name for another and i wouldn't even if i could! you want to know WHY i was in that prison?! i was in there because i saved my parents she our house caught fire! And they were the very people who turned me in! As soon as i was released from the hospital; i was greeted by the police force! They pined down a confused little girl who just saved her family and called her a monster! so yes! my past is very important! it reminds me i can't trust anybody! not even my family!" Ace growled.

[Assistant]
Luciel was stonefaced during her outburst, either numb to her emotions or expecting it.
Truthfully, I knew words and agonizing pasts could only harm the ones they hold. It was a shame that she was like the rest...

There was no point in sharing his past with her, she was only minutes of being free after who knows how long. Her history and her world was all she had to torture herself with in the hopes that it would be that much less than the abuse. Or maybe it was just one agonizing lump of twisted thoughts that went fetid in the darkness of her cell long before he came to save her. With this though, Luciel resolved himself to leave her be. He was alive, and there was certain to be another prison to bust someone out of if her association failed to pan out. Still, he couldn't help but empathize in small ways with her story...

Luciel's amber-red eyes narrowed in dull skepticism. "I apologize..." he started, pausing to collect his words to respond to her demeanor, "...I am sure it haas been a while since you haf been free" his accent peeking in as he went back to his work examining moss, his voice trailing off. He put his confidence in giving her time to adapt to fresh air, natural sun and grass under her feet...there would hopefully be time to talk when she would be more inclined too.

[User] Ace knew he was lying but she also knew that he was trying."please...i beg you.... stop lying to me with your false pity and apologies... you're just like everybody else... your body trembles when you lie. to the naked eye it can't be seen; even i can't see it. but i can feel it..... when you lie and your body trembles, i can feel the vibration given off through the ground." Ace muttered. "i'd much prefer it if you just told the truth..." she sighed then said. "i kept my name because even though my parents turned me in that day.... i still love them... i've tried hating them but i can't bring myself to hate them... that's why i go by Ace, ok?"

[Assistant] Drex stood there, watching the conversation play through. "A...Ace, I think that's what your name is," He didn't know if it was the right time to barge in but he did any way, "My name is Drex. I am a hex like you. I know you can't walk, but they're sending a search party and they'll probably be here soon, so is it ok if I flew you farther away?" He held out a hand in a friendly gesture.

[User] "Okay" Luciel simply replied to her explanation, dusting his hands off on each other as he stood at the suggestion to continue moving. Flying seemed like a fairly good idea, since it didn't leave tracks. As long as they were careful, they wouldn't have to worry too much about surveillance. "The people I was with before I was alone called me 'Lulu'..." he said, hoping the understanding of his opinion about the name could be conveyed by his tone...he wasn't a fan. "Luciel Lucerne will work just fine...and moving would be a pretty good idea" he concluded, more than ready to drop the subject before he broke composure any further. He liked to remain optimistic whenever possible...

[Assistant] "uh. yeah nice to meet you Drex." Ace replied. she glanced at Luciel and smiled faintly with a slight nod, signaling that she understood and was happy to meet him as well. she turned back to Drex and replied, "okay. let's go."

[User] "There's one problem" Drex began, "I only have enough strength to carry one of you at a time," Drex was waiting for the reaction from the next part he was about to say, "Luciel... You have to stay here for 15 min while I take Ace, she can barely walk, and she needs more help, she's the main priority right now."

[Assistant] "Very well, I can wait" he said with ease, understanding the child's limitations. Luciel also stood a better chance at hiding from the patrols, as he could likely tailor pheromones from a bush to give of the scent of poisonous berries to throw off hounds. "Fifteen minutes..." he mused to himself as he went about finding a good shrub to begin shaping into a suitable hiding spot. His voice held a faint tone of wryness, unfamiliar with Drex and not entirely believing that he'd come back for Luciel.

[User]
"I think I saw one running there!" yelled one of the guards, who were now actively patrolling the perimeter. Just like several others, David managed to escape from his bars thanks to the strange intrusion of some plant guy. He didn't see much of him, he did see a few other people making a run for it. Some already made it for the forest. David was short on their heels. With adrenaline pumping through his veins and a heart ready to break his chest he hid around the corner. It wasn't far now, he could see the forest from where he stood.

"Hey you!" David, distracted, had not noticed the lone guard. The man pointed his gun straight at the youth. "Hands in the air, now!" he commanded. In panic, David blinked. In equal terror as the youth the guard began to violently look around. Pointing his gun everywhere. A second later and David stood behind him. In an effort to knock the man unconscious, David flung his fist against the head of the guard. But mid swing something sharp formed over his fingers. So in reaction, he opened the fist and the claws ripped open the side of the man's head. In horror he saw how the man dropped dead with 4 gapping slashes in his face. But the horror was soon replaced by an odd excitement. The sweet smell of blood energized him.

Though he couldn't revel in it for long. More guards were coming. He made a dash for the forest. "There! I saw one!" he heard yelling behind him. Which made him blink again, straight into the forest and losing the guards. Within the forest he was horribly lost. David was not familiar with the surrounding terrain. Though he did hear voices talking in the distance. After a quick blink up towards a sturdy looking branch, David began to observe his surroundings. Two blinks later he was above Luciel, watching him.

[Assistant] Ace felt the vibrations from David's "blink" which startled her for the sudden appearance of another stranger. she pretended not to notice as she quickly levitated a small rock then flung it at the intruder, hitting him on the forehead and knocking him out of the tree. She walked up to him and looked him in the eyes with a cold look, warning him not to do anything stupid.

[User]
Luciel stopped, about to pull the front of the shrub closed before a sudden spike of Hex essence. The best he could discern was that it was close, whatever it was. He was in the process of standing up to better be on guard before noticing the rock sail into the tree directly above him. Cynically, his first thought was that she was trying to get a cheap shot at him while he was busy and happened to have terrible aim. The next, the most believable one considering the value of proof, was that he was right about his ascensing and that their visitor-PHWUMP!

Without even a second to prepare, Luciel and his work was crushed by David as he fell out of the tree. The lofty shrub helped to soften the impact, although it was still a mess which left Luciel underneath it all. "Bonjour..." he groaned from underneath David.

[Assistant] Apollo was placed in his metal box, the patrol then moved out into the woods. Apollo was trying to keep calm, but he was so enraged. All he could think of was that his stepfather (the man in the white coat) told him that his parents were killed by Hex. He wanted revenge so bad that he would do anything, including... What he thought of made him smile as he began to make the orbs around him glow brighter.

[User]
Stallman started to hear a new alarm. A close one... oxygen supply alert. He hadn't heard that since drills. The backup oxygen generator turned on while auxillary power in the entire facility was toggled. That left the lights out for five seconds...

He used those five seconds to go to the service door and quickly enter the access key just before the lights would turn on. He quickl went in and shut the door, leaving the chaos behind him.

Time to get out of here... A service vent was right above him.

Stretching his arm an unrealistic distance, he unclipped the panel and began to climb up the vent, squeezing in impossible ways... for normal people.

---

Halthar looked at the forest. At least two hex were in there, including a class A. It would take specialized groups to take them down, he suspected. In the meantime, though...

He went on the main prison channel. "What have we got for security?"

The response came from the Southwest tower, for some reason. "...Command is offline right now, it just went to aux power. Something's jamming the vents. We can send a few divisions over east..."

Halthar tuned out. Only one thing to do right now, I guess.

He joined the small force that was already making its way towards the foest, casually showing his badge.


[System]
Epithet/Moniker
Man of many names, the old lord

Age
67

Gender
Male

Construct
A sword with a few ornamental spikes on it. These will be pulled into the blade if attempted to make contact with them and at will of Neme, granting a few extra centimeters per spike

Morality
Neutral Good

Appearance
He looks like Father, from FMA Brotherhood, only with his hair grey instead of blonde.

Personality
"Neme, magnificent bastard that you are, come here!" - Neme's brother, about his personality
Neme likes to fool around with people, using his many names as a way to do that. He also likes reading and martial arts, mainly to watch though, he isn't all that good at them. If one were to offer him a peaceful way to resolve things, he would go for that option, but he has no problems at all with killing. Neme also likes to use other people as unwilling pawns in his plans, it even doesn't have to be that they do something they wouldn't otherwise do, just that it works for him, most people wouldn't like what he does though.
Neme also is an Magnificent bastard

History
Neme was born into a family of weirdos, not that he minded it, no, he loved his family, especially his brother, Meron, or as he actually was called, Meron Nawor Cari Pzor Bres Krion Grar, yeah, his parents were out of name ideas with his brother. Neme's father was a world known business man, who was mainly known for always making some coin of even the most impossible of operations. His mother was just that, if not a tad bit crazy.

Neme would start manipulating people at the age of five, trying to get a few coins of his bullies, he started by trying to become their target once more, because they had found another target. Once he regained their attention, he also worked himself up their ranking ladder, and even took out their main rivals when it came to bullying. He made some money off of them, but he ultimately decided that that was not his style. He learned in order to become a more influential person, and succeeded. At the age of twenty, he had attained the title of 'Lord', but unfortunately, at the age of thirty, he lost everything in an incident. Forcing him to become a beggar. He still was influential though, and soon he had build up his own form of an empire, ruling the streets through beggars. Nobody ever suspected him to be the one who ruled them though, as he also took on the lowest rank, of an 'eye' for himself. Some people weren't happy with that though, and they started calling him 'old lord', revering to both his age at the time (45) and the fact that he used to be a lord. His kingdom however, didn't last for too long, when the Onyx virus came, he was infected, luckily, he became an Onyxian, unluckily, everyone saw it happening.

Skills
Trained martial arts: Neme is trained in the martial arts.
Manipulative: At a very young age, Neme had learned that manipulating people was the way to go through life, he lives by that philosophy.

Other
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[User]
An old man was sitting on the corner of two streets crossing, observing all that happened. He looked at what happened to the survivors who ran out. How would his actions look to the hunters? He wasn't yet torn apart by invalids, so that was a plus, but if he was a survivor, would they gun him down? Would the hunters think of him as a threat? Because he, an old man, had survived for so long? Or would they take him in? As an adviser on how to avoid Invalids, that would be funny, if not outright awesome. Of course, he would help them, all he wanted was to take back this city of his, not destroy the people living in it, the survivors would be his first target.

He walked towards the carnage that was going on near where the people who hunted arrived, sneaking past all of the Invalids, he acted as though he didn't want to be caught, by any guards that were stationed near the first landing place. He really just wanted to see what they would do if he told them how to sneak past Invalids. Not that he knew how, he just wasn't noticed by them until now.
So, what would happen, if he would... Now. He stumbled behind a guard patrol, not attracting a lot of attention, just enough to be noticed by one, maybe two people. He put his hands in the air.

He was a survivor, seriously! He did his best not to grin, he knew he had the advantage here, they maybe knew the terrain, they maybe had backup, but if they attracted the attention of Invalids, however short the distraction, he could be gone. Now all that was left to do was to wait for their reactions, maybe they were those who first asked, maybe they were those who didn't help, maybe they were those who shot first, all that mattered, they were human, they were prey.

[Assistant]
Mao gave a heavy sigh as he looked away from his half eaten jar of peach preserves onto the grit and blood caked streets below the apartment complex that he'd taken refuge in for the night. How long had it been since he'd been trapped in the quarantine zone? The hell if he knew. However long it had been, it was long enough for him to know when the helicopters started flying by overhead to drop off groups of armed men and women that something big was going down. Perhaps they government was finally taking back the island that they'd lost so long ago, or maybe there was some sort of cure to the virus that ravaged the island's inhabitants somewhere in the city. Whatever the case, Mao was determined to stay out of whatever was going on for as long as he could, unless of course, a chance to escape presented itself.

A snuffling sound at the door sent a cold chill up Mao's spine. The man stood stone still and clasped his hands over his nose and mouth to mask any noises he may have produced while breathing. The smell of vinegar still wafted heavily in the air from when he'd poured it around the front doorway to mask his scent. The creatures, the invalids, he'd learned pretty early on that they couldn't see worth shit, but that didn't mean that that their other senses weren't working just fine. Keeping under their radar was tricky -especially during nights like these, when the beasts were especially riled up- but thus far his methods had been effective in keeping him from ending up as a meal. Only when the snuffling subsided did Mao dare to lower his hands. "This fucking sucks." He whispered bitterly to himself as he took up his meal and scooped out another chunk of peach with grimy fingers.

Mao quickly and quietly finished his meal before wiping his hands off on his pants and taking the opportunity to see what resources he had left. The fullmoon was a pretty piss poor light source, but it did the job. Five pounds of food remained, he would have to go out and scrounge for more soon, his canteen contained about half a liter of water -another issue to be dealt with, however the filtration straw seemed to be in working order, he was still full on bandages, and the flint and knives where a tad chipped but still in working order, as was his dao. Mao brought out his hand gun and examined the weapon for any signs that it might've been rusting or broken, then checked the magazine to ensure that the fourteen rounds he had left where indeed fourteen before quietly sliding the mag back into the weapon. Everything seemed to check out, all he had to do now was wait. Night hunts were risky, but they yielded a higher chance for reward since other survivors usually chose to hide at night. All Mao needed was a bit of patience, and he'd have his chance to move.

[User]
Delilah

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Delilah was silent throughout the entire orientations, her smirk saying all that she needed to. She regarded Lady Jun with the ghost of a nod before filing into the massive helicopters like all the rest. A silent beginning gave way for an equally silent arrival to the Hunter's base. Delilah scanned the area, raising an eye at some of the people she saw, before heading to a small corner.

It was there where she would bide her time, flipping a lone knife in her palm, until the time to initiate the mission began. Soon enough, she was out in the contaminated city, bathed by the pale moon light and walking along with her squad. Her knife sheathed in its place, she continued with her ever calm demeanor even as night fell down upon them all.

That was when she sensed the alien presence that was tagging along. Still, her reaction was nothing more than her smirk getting slowly bigger. She soon picked up the pace until she walked right beside the leader of their squad. Keeping an eye on their little Alice, she continued to walk slowly and act as the Rabbit. Then when Alice went for the Rabbit hole…

"Sir, you should probably know that we have a straggler following us. Your orders?" she asked, lazed smirk persistent on her features even in the dark.

[Assistant]
Jing exhales, the taste of cheap menthol coating his tongue in wet sticky beads, the only lights available to him being the moon and the faint orange ember hovering just before his lips. The air is cold atop the street lamp tonight, though he counted his blessings. He was still too far from the university to be concerned with hunters, at least just yet. "Must be getting near the winter months..." he thought, marveling at how quickly it had gotten dark. He had left his temporary camp earlier in the day. The neighbors (a small band of humans who were managing to hole up in a autoshop) where abuzz with news. Evidently they'd been radio'd by a friend, saying there was a huge rescue force amazing in Fukuoka university. At least that is what he could hear from eves dropping near the shops perimeter.

He shadowed the group as they began heading towards the university an hour or so later. There was little emotional concern for their safety on his part. Over the last four weeks he'd neither said, nor been seen by, any one of them. He was certain that they knew of him, at least distantly. Shots in the night at the occasional invalid that wandered to close to his own hiding spot, missing rations, or the occasional Cabal of Invalids who would simply just wander away were hard for them to just write off as coincidence.

Following them was a calculated act of altruism, as was leading away the cabal of Invalids now slapping blindly at the base of the pole confused as to where the origin of the smell that had lead them on a four mile chase was hiding. Regardless of if the sudden increased presence of J.S.D.F was a rescue mission or not, hunters would soon follow. After all, noone was out to save him or other Onyxians. He'd want know what they were doing in when he ran afoul of a hunter, sooner rather than later. "And if it is a rescue..." He thinks, dropping the spent cigarette onto the invalids below, the pack tearing at the offending smell. "The good press from the survivors about how 'safe' the area was should buy me some time before I need to move.".

He begins heading back towards the convince store the survivors made camp in, confident he had dealt with the last of invalid problems they would have for the night, leaping from street lamp to street lamp as casually as stepping stones. He writes a chill of unease running down his spine off as yet another symptom of the oncoming winter, and vows to scavenge a coat as soon as he gets the chance.

[User]
Abe

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Abe listened to their "leader" without many qualms. As their leader began to speak about being hunters, about the enemy being beasts, Abe couldn't help but grimace. She made it seem like it was a game, like she was holding back beasts to unleash upon a gated hellzone. At least, that's how Abe interpreted it. Still, a personal disapproval wouldn't stop him from sharing his disdain for what was on the other side of that wall with the others. He shook his head in disapproval as he prepared what little equipment he brought with him; the clothes on his back, a broom, and a revolver. He entered one of the last helicopters, along with the others.

The trip was short, but it seemed like such a long moment in time. Abe didn't move while on the helicopter. A mixture of fear and duty compelled him not to move, but inside, a shard of excitement brewed. He wanted to slay the beasts. Not for the thrill of hunting, not by any stretch. He just didn't want anyone else to experience the pain that he had. As such, he needed to remove the cause of pain. The helicopter began to lower as Abe prepared to touch down.

As the helicopter planted its metal feet on the ground, Abe leapt out of the helicopter. His broom in hand, he began to roam the relatively empty area, sweeping for any invalids that may have been around.

Coconuts

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Coconuts watched the helicopters as they flew from above from a small window in a cellar. Her initial opinion was distrusting, to say the least. She instantly ducked, hiding her entire body. After a few moments had passed where nothing had happened, she slowly rose up and observed some more. Some Chinooks and Black Hawks; names Coconuts only knew because she remembered the training while she served in the JSDF. She quickly scrambled to grab her notepad from somewhere in the room. She didn't really know where it was. She forgot where she put it. She looked around, quietly tearing the place apart while she searched for her notes. At last, she found them, but it was too late. The helicopters were too far away from her now.

Her afraid demeanor quickly ended. She wanted to see what was happening. What was going on; what would warrant the JSDF coming here again. She grabbed her bag, filled it with a day's worth of food and water, her medical tools and supplies, and her notepad and pen. She opened the small window and slowly climbed through it. Upon reaching the other side, she closed the window and covered it with some scraps that hid it from view.

As Coconuts walked through the streets at the rising light of morning, she spoke to herself extremely quietly. "Not afraid... Not afraid..." She chanted in a hushed tone. She was quite afraid, to be honest. But, her thirst for knowing what was happening got the better of her. She took out her pen and notepad. They made her feel safer.

Luckily, the streets that she walked upon were empty, except for the rubble and violated corpses that lay along the path of the road. Coconuts wrote as she walked. More accurately, drew. It seemed to be a safe road, but the mixture of old and new carcasses made her think that something passed through the streets every once in a while. She stealthily continued to write and walk.

Coconuts continued to walk. More aimlessly, if anything.

[Assistant]
The old man approached the unit, and as he did that, he put his hands higher up. "I swear, I was not tailing you, I was trying to find you, but I was not tailing you." He bowed to the leader of the squad. "I am a survivor, and I wanted to ask you one thing, can I stay with you, for at least a little while? I have skills that you could use, and I know this city." He said it all without dropping a single hint about his identity, and he didn't want to share it at all.

He looked up at the leader, and then at the woman standing next to the leader. Her lazy smirk was somewhat unsettling to him, probably because usually he was the one wearing such a smirk. But here, here he was the one who had the disadvantage, he didn't like it, but he would live with it. "May I know what your squad is doing here? I thought that this place was safe already."


[System]
Pilot Character Sheet
Appearance:  5 foot 5 inches.

Age: 22

Personality: Kxeyun is very clingy, due to her past and her separation anxiety. To help cope with this, she can be found playing with dolls in her room and has named one after herself. When someone tries to leave her alone she immediately goes for a hug and begs them to stay. If she likes said person as a close friend she panics when they leave, thinking she's done something wrong, only comforted by reassuring words or their return. To stay close to people, she strives to outperform her whole team, thinking it'll help her be liked.

For other interactions, she tends to be really open about herself and arches her back to show off her body. Her goal in life seems to be getting as many friends as humanly possible and never leave them behind. She's also very kind but will kill to protect her friends. She likes sharing with her friends, like food, music, toys, and random facts. Some of her hobbies is making food and giving little treats. Due to her past, she is VERY strong willed.

Backstory: Kxeyun's history beyond being part of Denver is unknown due to family-hopping and being in a rural area. Originally part of Denver-Vegas, Kxeyun was in the Reality Games for recognition, as an NC pilot. However, her effectiveness with her Reality Game NC was noted to be above the norm. Due to her efficiency in the hunting grounds and exceptionally high killstreaks, she was offered a slot into the military despite being extremely competitive with other NCs, unsurprisingly as a pilot. she was part of the force dealing with other corps, specifically NCs and large force movements.

Her NC was a prototype, essentially a Pseudo Hunter-Killer NC. They never expected it to work well, considering Denver uses ranged weapons and this NC called "Sahaquiel", meaning "Ingenuity of God", is an all melee build. It is not known if the NC manufacturer is religious or not, though Kxeyun isn't, leading the name to probably just be a stylistic point. When placed in battle, upon recognizing how well it worked against other NCs, they put development into new equipment for it. One of these equipment pieces was a mouth, added in case if an enemy restrained both arms.

During that time, an unknown individual approached Kxeyun and taught her of Haven and Red-Star. They offered her and Sahaquiel a way to get to Haven too, she regrettably accepted. On her way to Haven via a cargo ship, a Denver-Vegas capture NC intercepted, they CLEARLY didn't want her to escape. The Denver NC reportedly boarded the ship and began scanning. Kxeyun managed to sneak into her NC and engage the Denver NC, which didn't expect it to be ready to fight. Sahaquiel reportedly tore the capture NC to bits in a surprise attack. No surviving pilot of the capture NC was found. Denver gave up after that.

Since then, Sahaquiel and Kxeyun were left alone and got to Haven safely, they were accepted. Kxeyun was checked and has a high synch rate with Sahaquiel, 89.6. Other NCs drop considerably lower, 76.5 on average. As such, she has Sahaquiel as her designated NC.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Kxeyun's personality makes it hard for her to stay at a distance, she WANTS to charge in and rip an NC to shreds. Her vision with an NC is solid, same with outside one. She's a good assistant for Sniper NCs as she can get up close and distract the enemy, or grab and position them to be hit by long-range units.

Notes: Kxeyun has a favorite song.

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NC Character Sheet

Code-name: Sahaquiel, Ingenuity of God.

Appearance:  (ignore scale models in the corner)

Body Type: Bipedal, bulky.

Type of NC: Heavy Melee

Equipment & Armaments:
Dual Engines: This mecha has 2 engines. Primary is for main body functions, the secondary is for the thrusters and arm-mounted shield piercers.

Shield Piercers: This mecha has reverse engineered shield modules in the heavily armored arms, allowing the arms to bypass shields entirely. However, notably, this means the arms are unprotected when the shield piercers are in use.

Heavy Claws: This mecha has heavy claws, designed for ripping through buildings and other NCs. However, notably, this prevents the NC from using traditional weaponry like assault rifles or pistols.

Shields: This mecha has a set of energy shields, designed to stop kinetic and energy rounds. When the shield piercers are active, this NC cannot extend these shields to the arms, leaving the body and legs shielded.

Mouth: This mecha has a mouth, not meant for consuming things, but meant to rip through things with a powerful bite. This mouth is nearly impossible to see when closed and near undetectable on sensors.

Viper Thrusters: This mecha is equipped with hidden Viper Thrusters, giving it additional temporary boosts of speed and punching power when activated, this helps make the mecha faster than normal Heavy Class NCs

Ejection Pod: This mecha is equipped with an ejection pod, that ejects Pilot (and Passenger) with core system data, to prevent capture by the enemy. The pod is boosted by rockets and lands 80-150 meters away from the NC, depending on the firing angle. When it fires, a large metal plate on the back slides down, and if it cannot, it is ejected by separation thrusters.
Notes: This mecha is unusual, it stands at 6 meters for normal height and when it stands fully up 8 meters. It also has a 3 jointed leg system.
The mecha also has a secondary passenger seat where someone can accompany the pilot in battles. It serves no function other than showing camera and sensor feed to the passenger.
It has been noted that the Pilot tends to vocalize growling/roaring and has it come out of the loudspeakers, the reason for this is unknown.
Sahaquiel's roars sounds like this.

[User]
Mariano felt fear.

For once in her time in Haven, she shook. Badly. Her confidence was shot to shit. But more importantly, she had to try to be strong, courageous for the final battle. The enemy was out there, right there! They threatened innocent lives and taunted them and more. But Mariano shrank from her duty. She heard what Adam said. She knew what Adam ordered them to do. And most of all, she was part of a team.

But she couldn't, she just could not move. Not a step, not a movement of her hand, not even a twitch. But she did shake in her place. Her knees were transforming into useless branches that kept her up. Her arms were sagging as they trembled along the sides of her body.

And within her, her heart just performed like a wild drummer. She thought she would feel her heart burst out between her ribs, breaking the cage that held it in, that prevented it from doing what she feared. But more importantly, hopefully, it would stop her heart from shattering within if it could not come out violently.

She tried to snap out of it. On her own. But that didn't work.

Mariano was paralyzed. It lasted for a moment until the Irish sang his song. It reminded her, barely, of what she had to do. Of what cause she was fighting for.

The lyrics was one thing. But the music was another. Both worked together to somehow snap her out of the grip fear had on her almostly as quickly as an ice cold bucket of water would if it had been poured over her head.

When courage barely triumphed for her against that feeling, she lifted her right hand, trembling as it was, and turned it into a fist and proclaimed on top of her lungs, "¡Vamonos!"

Later, much, much later, she found herself piloting her machine of war. Together with her AI and the core of her own rumbling, big-as-life tank, she felt some confidence return and a bit of courage to keep her going forward. Her tank left slowly but gradually picked up some speed so it was decently travelling, simply going towards the coast. Once it stopped there, Mariano ordered as she aimed at one of the guns of the missile cruiser and requested permission to fire from Adam. She said, "This is Covenant, I have locked on a target on the missile cruiser. Permission to fire?"

The 95mm Coil Gun was already humming with life, the AI and the pilot eager, anxious enough to fire on the enemy's weapons. She was dealing with an itchy trigger finger now that she was waiting for the word to be said. She just had to wait. She was going to support them first, to give covering fire. Then she'll get on that cruiser too.

[Assistant]
Terra Laedo
Hisako L. Kobayashi

The plan had been set. With the three of them ordered to attack the Red-Star ship directly for a disable-and-rescue mission, and that it actually seemed possible to do so, the choice was clear. They needed to be absolutely certain that their NCs were up to the task. Suiting up now - Hisako was no longer in the Red-Star uniform she had come in - they headed for the hangar and Terra immediately ordered that Id, Grand Sword Star, and Sahaquiel be fitted and calibrated for heavy signal jamming and emergency wire communications if any of them were lacking. While there was no guarantee that this would block out Osamu, it was what they needed to prevent anyone from doing anything with those tanks, even cause their own radar and such to foul up if at a high enough concentration. Terra explained while this was being done, in case there was any misunderstanding.

"Enemy sensors must be completely jammed for this to work. If the tanks have on-board systems programmed to react to specific scenarios, such as specific counter-measures, evasions, or just the auto-destruct, their guidance must be confused enough through the jamming to not have the input required to react. That is the only way in which Hisako can safely operate. If we cannot maintain a heavy jamming field to allow Grand Sword Star to cut through the necessary connections, we can't do anything to the tanks at all."

"It should only take one to do it, but I'm guessing we're all doing this, just in case."

"Correct. Anything can happen on the battlefield, so we may as well prepare for it. Naturally, our own communications will also be out of commission, and probably our own sensors, to a degree. Anything besides visual scanners may not operate properly, and we'll have to speak with wire-transmission, as needed. When they realize we're not there to simply destroy the tanks and leave, they will send someone to stop us."

Terra now turned to the Denver-Vegas pilot, specifically.

"Kxeyun, I know it's going to be a bit more difficult for Sahaquiel to get to the enemy ship. Just do the best you can and meet us there."

The time or preparation was soon over and the time of launching was at hand. Commander Narra was having them all synchronize their NC launches with the time of the kinetic barrier dropping, so that they would be in the area of it shutting down when they headed out at full speed. This meant that different mechs at different speeds would be launching later or earlier than Terra herself, depending on how fast they were normally. Terra could have punched it with her Overclock Engine, but there was no need to do that. Soon...it was time.

"Id Neural Combatant systems all green, preparing to launch."

AND GO!! The former Red-Star experimental mech launched from the base at high-speed, right along with the others. Her machine was built for speed, so it actually proceeded after Hisako and Kxeyun would have launched, all of them closing in on the barrier at the same time before it suddenly vanished, allowing them to pass through. There was a moment of exposure, and then someone called "Incoming!" over comms, but Terra did not stop. Their orders were to proceed directly for the Red-Star hovership, and to that end...the moment had been prepared for. A vessel had been tasked towards momentarily shielding them and Haven from enemy bombardments. A good plan. Terra broadcasted now on a secure Haven-only channel.

"Squad, prepare to jam frequencies upon confirmation of the targets. Haven combatants, be advised: My team will be out of radio contact for the duration of rescue. There is no other way to do it."

With that, Id was making its way towards the ship, presumably Grand Sword Star and Sahaquiel, as well. If for some reason Kxeyun couldn't make it, Terra wouldn't hold it against her. Right now, she wasn't holding anything against anyone, except maybe herself.

Mother, father... I'm sorry that I couldn't do anything for you before. I'm sorry that my plans could not include you. I'm jjust grateful for the chance to remove you from this mess.

All scanners were activated for now to locate these apparent super-tanks that Red-Star had deployed...

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Kxeyun listens along, pondering her battle paths. Though, when she hears Terra's voice, the almost concerned look on her face shifts to a cheeky grin. "Don't worry! I've got this in the bag! I promise I won't be disabled as quickly as I was last time!" Unlike some of the others, Kxeyun is not nervous, worried, or scared. She's excited to be back out there and protecting what she cares for most. The girl then proceeds to climb into her NC and begin the startup procedure and, of course, the Denver prototype NC wasn't originally designed to carry out jamming weaponry, so the NC's OS freaks out. Though, it seems like the machine is acting a bit... Oddly.
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MENTAL CONTAMINATION: ZERO PERCENT.
LINK STATUS: HEALTHY.
SAHAQUIEL: ONLINE.
COMMAND>START: INITIATED.
SYSTEM WARNING!!

Unrecognized hardware has been detected! Continue boot? [Y/N] Y
Command acknowledged. Booting continuing...

System: Identified Hardwire communication systems.
CommControl: Hardwire communication system online, established as HWCMM.
HWCMM: Online, ports empty. Idling.
System: Identified Heavy Jammer equipment.
CommControl: Warning! Jammer installed! Radio systems will be deactivated upon weapon trigger!
SysWep: Heavy Jammer added to weapon list. Name established as Wideband Jammer.
System: Continue boot...

SELF TEST COMPLETE.`

When the coordinated launch occurs... Sahaquiel bolts at full speed with the others, tossing up soil and pavement, staying in formation. As soon as she reaches the barrier, it drops. The machine keeps running with the thrusters firing in sequence. The NC's shields raise as the visual sensors begin flicking about, trying to locate the tanks and other enemies. Based on Sahaquiel's movements, Kxeyun seems hellbent on keeping Terra safe.