[System]
Claire

"Call me bird brained again and I'll turn you into a McFlurry!"

Username: Nibnib
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Main: Anivia
Appearance: Claire stands at 5' 4" and possesses a modest physique.

True Appearance: Crystallized ice wings sprout abruptly from her back of which she can use prana to fly for a limited period of time. In her true state, her spells are more destructive and have a larger area of effect. However, she requires more focus to cast these devastating spells.

Powers:

Rebirth (Passive): Upon death, Claire is encased in ice. Prana fills up inside of the small ice fort which repairs any major damage done to her and brings her back into consciousness. Unfortunately, this consumes all remaining prana and therefore renders her unable to cast anymore spells unless she retreats and recharges. Due to the amount of concentration and energy needed to invest in this spell, Claire needs some time to recharge this spell.

Flash Frost: Claire can launch an orb of ice at a location she so chooses. Wherever it detonates, it temporarily encases the location in a coat of ice. If it detonates on a person, then that person is temporarily encased in frost at a certain location of their body, depending on where the spell hits.

Crystallize: A wall of ice sprouts at a location within close proximity to Claire. While in true form, she may cast this spell consecutively in order to hamper enemy movement however, she may only create three at a time.

Chilled Ice: Ice bombards an person, hampering their movement. If the person is affected by frost, then the ice detonates upon impact and smaller shards of ice impale themselves into the frosted area.

Glacial Storm: Claire can create a blizzard at a location. Fierce winds and ice in the air can freeze the area. In true form, the area of effect of this spell is vastly increased. So as long as Claire can focus and has sufficient amounts or prana, she can maintain this spell. If she happens to break focus or run out of prana, then the blizzard dissipates. She can break the spell at any time.

Personality: Although she may look cold and unapproachable, Claire is kind and is great at reading other people. She possesses a imaginative mind that is also curious and is motivated to take on any challenges to come her way. She likes having friends and being around others, however, should she feel threatened or emotionally overwhelmed, she'll withdraw into herself and abruptly cease contact with others for a short period of time.
Her other hobbies include free writing, horoscopes, reading, watching anime, and having deep discussions with others.

Short Biography: Claire currently attends college within the city and also holds a job as a waitress at a local restaurant. She currently retains excellent academic standing within her classes and lives in a small apartment by herself. She's lived in the town for a considerable amount of time while the rest of her family lives in Florida. Her aunt lives in Seattle and is currently the closest relative to her as far as location goes. Claire first got into league when a friend showcased the game to her and instantly fell in love with the mages that inhabited the mid lane. By far, she performs best with Anivia and often finds herself carrying the team in the later phase of the game or dealing catastrophic amounts of damage to the enemy team.

Pain was all she could feel.

Claire was hunched over on her bed, gasping and ready to pass out at the tearing sensation in her back. She panicked as she asked herself what was wrong. She was unable to answer herself but the pain seemed to cease all of a sudden, yet it felt like something was there. Claire felt weak and her head was throbbing, but she got up and stumbled over to the bathroom. Examining herself in the mirror, she realized her favorite onesie was torn apart and was held together by a mere thread. The next thing she noticed were the large blue wings that had blossomed from her back and the bluish frost that covered her arms and hands like long dress gloves.

She looked out into the small apartment which had been turned into her very own winter wonderland. Oddly enough, she didn't feel cold at all but she felt at ease with everything being frozen around her. The next moment, she passed out from exhaustion and awoke the next morning on the cold tiles of the bathroom with her apartment looking as it usually did with no trace of the winter wonderland she had . The only proof of that night's events was her destroyed onesie and the wings that were wrapped around her which already felt as if they had always been there.

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Artemis

Artemis smiled, "You look nice today Samathna, I believe the correct term is 'smoking hot'. As for the upcoming encounter I believe I'm ready as I'll ever be" she said pleasantly. It was true. If Artemis cared for such things she might have felt lesser, Sam's dress and makeup were quite impressive. Then to her surprise someone began talking over an intercom to them, given the state of the building she wouldn't have expected someone to care enough to use it. Upon the door opening automatically Artemis obligingly stepped in. Well the place could've been worse, albeit not by much. "Ah Liam I believe, care to give us a rough overview on what the meeting is about or do we have to wait?" Artemis asked curiously as she entered the elevator. To be honest his lines sounded much like those of a supervillan's henchmen from a very cliche movie.

[Assistant]
Arthur stumbled out of his bedroom half-awake, dressed only in pajama bottoms and pink slippers he had taken from his mother the last time they had stayed over for an extended period of time. They lived on the opposite side of town and were arguably as unmotivated as himself. They were also the first owners of the surplus store Arthur had inherited 3 years ago.
Odds were that both of them were in the store right now, since Arthur rarely bothered to be awake so early. He had sent both of them a text informing him of his absence yesterday and the event at the coffee house. He left out the part about not being able to speak anything but brass horn and left it at that.
Taking a break was the only option at the moment.
Arthur warmed up the kettle as he yawned, the tinkling of chimes escaped him comically but he ignored it. Problems for later. Despite it being nearly 11am, early by his estimation, there were still issues from a month ago on his mind.
The store was doing fine buy his parents wanted to travel, not mind the store, so Arthur needed to hire a new cashier for the AM shift. Maybe tweak the hours so it opened later and closed later.
The next issue was him not having a voice. Cashier would need to know what was going on without being scared or shocked by it.
The next was maybe finding a damn roommate. With the money from the shop he could afford a great many things, but it was the unending quiet of the place that bothered him most. Too long without a friend drove a man mad.
Arthur shrugged and poured himself some tea as he 'walked' back through the apartment to his PC, but stopped as he heard the familiar tapping of his laptop.
Also the lack of footfalls.
He glanced down and swooned he realized his was floating nearly a foot off the ground. Bard in game did the same thing, though nobody knew why or how, so Arthur took a few breathes and focused on putting feet to the floor. A moment later he knocked on the spare room and entered when Alex replied to come in.
Arthur opened his mouth to ask if everything had been comfortable but the same noisy horn noise was once more foiling his attempt at polite communication. As if the poor guy wasn't bad enough at such a thing.
Arthur held up his finger with a look of annoyance and put his cup down, grabbing his cellphone and sitting cross legged in the air, again unaware of how he floated.
The two had exchanged numbers the night before for easier talking. As he looked at Alex inspiration hit.

(message reads; Morning. I'm starving. Care to hit up a diner for brunch, my treat? I can't order alone. I also want to know if you would be willing to consider a small lifestyle change. I need help at my store and you don't seem to care for your current employment. 15/h to help out since I can't speak. Think about it over lunch?)

Arthur picked up his tea and 'walked' back to his room. Dressing up in his usual suit and dress clothes with a dark blue tie.

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Alex

Alex read the message trying to ignore the whole floating thing as best he could. It was kind of weird. Really weird. Back on topic, a job offer sounded great. His job at the cafe was in a perilous position what with the whole murder thing, he didn't like it that much anyway, and the pay wasn't even great. Besides that he felt bad for Arthur. It must suck not being able to talk anymore, especially as a business guy. Alex finished off the game and got his shoes on. Then he walked over to Arthur's room, knocked on the door and said, "Sounds good, I'll be waiting at the door for when you're ready to go, just text me your order and I'll handle it."

[Assistant]
Arthur slipped on his shoes and adjusted his tie, focusing on walking properly on the ground. On a whim he thought of Bard magical horn and watched it materialize in his hand, a similar thought sent it away to nothingness. That was good to know, since bards main damage spell and ultimate utilized the magic horn for their effects. Interesting concept to think on Arthus mused as he stepped out of his room. His phone was out in a flash as he sent another quick text to Alex.

(Message reads: Cool. There's a diner not far from here. We're gonna go together. I also wanna test something.)

Arthurs apartment was on the third floor but lacked an elevator so going up and down was a pain but the idea of earlier, the incident where he had accidentally injured Alex's finger had given him a new idea. The horn materialized in his free hand as Arthur placed his empty cup in the sink. He flashed Alex a thumbs up and blew a single note aimed through the floor as a swirling vortex opened up. With a shrug the horn disappeared along with Arthur as he stepped into the portal and felt himself transported through reality to land feet on the ground outside of his apartment building. Another quick text was rattled off in quick succession as the portal disappeared.

(Message reads: If you're talon, maybe you can do his blink move? Come to the balcony and give it a shot. Doesn't work, spare key is hanging next to the door. I'll wait below.)

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Alex and Arthur left the apartment soon after and followed the main road. As per usual the Darkwell City Diner was relatively busy as they both entered and took a booth seat in the far corner. Normally Arthur was not the kind of man to stare but he was always a little weird here with one of the servers. Usually he could talk to women with ease, rarely shy but not overly charming either, but this one gave him a lump in his throat so big he always feared it would explode into a shower of words that condemned him forever.
His sigh of relief came out like a flat flute note as he realized she likely wasn't in today.
Arthur took out his phone and sent another quick text to Alex.

(Message read: Got a lot to talk about. Powers, friends, family, jobs. For now lets just have a nice meal and relax. Figure all this out later. If you're still ok shadowing me a bit, would you be willing to stop by my store later?)

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"What the…" Clarice said in surprise now that she had changed into her waitress attire. She only now noticed that every now and then that strange golden armor thing would show up for a little while before vanishing again. This was a problem, a big one at that! Forcing all willpower and concentration she can muster in that moment, she tried to make the armor stop appearing as it pleased. Hey at least Garen's armor was way better than Mordekaiser's… or Zyra's… clothing for that matter. A quick image of her running around covered with leaves and petals appeared in her mind.

 Dismissing all irrelevant(if you can really call them that) thoughts from her mind at the moment, she entered the main area of the restaurant. She was smiling as usual and standing taller than most if not all people in here. Still she had long legs and elegant figure so she appeared more like a model than anything else. As she took her small notebook to write down the orders she noticed a pleasant surprise! One of her more amusing customers was present today. The man seemed to lose the ability to talk properly whenever she was around~

 With a smile and an elegant walk, she quickly made her way to his table, taking 2 menus with her." Thank you for visiting the Darkwell City Diner, here are your menus." She said with police voice and a big smile, leaving the menus on the table." I will be the waitress serving your table for today, feel free to call me when you've made your choice." She said with a slight bow before returning back to deliver and take more orders.

[Assistant]
Claire had walked home from the previous day with the meep still in her possesion. She didn't encounter the "Braum" from earlier like she had hoped, but she had a slight suspicion that he'd be present at the gathering later. As Claire got home, she immediately dressed into comfy clothes and booted up her laptop, logging into League and reading into its lore surrounding the champions. She especially studied Anivia's abilities in great detail and read her background, eventually finding herself admiring the splash art for the "Blackfrost Anivia" skin which was her favorite skin to use for her main.

After a while, she started to play matches which carried on well into the night.

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The absent-minded and sleep deprived Claire snapped back into reality as one of her coworkers stormed into the diner late. Well that was a surprise! Clarice was never really the type to be late as far as she knew from a couple of side conversations with her in passing. She was one of the more popular waitresses at the diner too with her fair features and shapely curves, the uniform serving to enhance her elegance.

She blinked. Wasn't she serving someone? Claire looked at the slip of paper in hand, remembering that she was serving coffee to one of the diner's elderly customers. She walked over to the coffee machine and found a freshly brewed pot of coffee, grabbing a cup nearby in order to pour it out for her customer. Claire wondered about the meeting, Artemis and Sam were sure to be there by now...Leo would probably follow suit after that. She also hoped that the "Braum" she saw the other day would be there as well. Unfortunately on her way home on that day, she wasn't able to find the gentleman but if he showed up to the meeting, she could meet him along with everyone else invited.

Then what would happen?

"Here you are sir! And cream and sugar to go along with it as well." Claire served her customer at the counter while she fought the urge to yawn in front of him. He gave her a silent toothless grin in response. After making sure he didn't need anything else, she collected his money and went to the back, looking for the pot of coffee reserved for the employees in the small break room.

"I shouldn't have played so much League last night..." She muttered.


[System]
Appearance: Frowning upon you

Age: 15

Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.

Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.

Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.

Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.

Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma

Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.

Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).

Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability:

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Well... this is surprising, Ant thought, seeing the girl in an actually somewhat serious state for once. "Oh, wow. The guy's still alive?" was Ant's first statement... but he could see from her current state that it was only making matters worse for her. "So you're telling me Lorenzo didn't finish the job...? I'm as much in the dark as you are, it seems. I left before everyone flipped their shit." Honestly, Ant was surprised Serah wasn't among them... but he kept that thought to himself, coming to the realization that he could actually use her.

"How about we do some investigating on our own, then? You want to know what happened to Ian, and I want to know what the fuck it is they're actually planning on doing with us. And it looks like nobody here's going to be giving any of us bodybags the schedule any time soon." Ant rose to his feet, reinvigorated, and made his way toward one of the exits. He looked at the girl, awaiting a response. "Well? You want answers or not?"

[Assistant]
Serah winced when Antwon mentioned Ian should've been dead. And then the fact Lorenzo was the one who shot him. Really Serah should've been completely broken right now. Crying her eyeballs out. But that's not what was happening. All she could think of now was that bastard Lorenzo. Again he was flaunting his power. Again he treated everyone like a sack of flesh that's only being carried round out of necessity. It angered Serah. It angered her so much the tears stopped then and there. Her body stopped shaking also... Everything else was just replaced by a few fingers curling themselves towards the palm... Forming a fist.

Serah almost forgot the older boy was still there until he said something again. They wanted to investigate this event with her... But does she really want to? It's not like she'll find Ian without a clue... No. She's best off just telling everyone that... Wherever he is, Lorenzo is probably not taking care of Ian. "I refuse." The blue haired girl spat out. "Whatever we do, it's futile anyway. As long as we're being tossed around by that guy, anyway. Fucker couldn't keep the loyalty of a dog if he tried..." She hated him so much. She hated the commander so much. But it's out of Serah's power to change anything. She shook her head, trying to shake off her true feelings. "...This is so unlike me..." The girl stood up, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry... You saw me like that. I'm... I'm going to the bathroom." With that, Serah left Ant alone again.

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This can't be happening. Ian got hurt, and yet you still won't stop with the senseless violence? It's a nightmare.

Elora slid down on the floor, her legs betraying her, and started crying before Ritsu intervened along with a couple of soldiers, and put an immediate end to the brawl. Ritsu was strict, but she was actually a reasonable person, and when she helped Elora up and gave a handkerchief to her the shy girl responded: "Yes, lieutenant. I'm sorry."
Elora had to become stronger, since she couldn't let her emotions run free lest she risk the professor's wrath. But more importantly, she wanted to be someone Sigma would trust and believe in. Not because she was her superior now, but because she's her friend.

Elora blew her nose on the handkerchief, and took a quick look at the others. She didn't even realize Iskander was carrying weapons before they were confiscated from him. She didn't think he was the kind of person to use them on anyone here. Then again, she saw first-hand how aggressive he can be on the battlefield, even against a support unit like her. She didn't know what to think. Then she saw Takeo, and how he was crying. This wasn't easy to anybody, not even someone who seemed as laid back as he was. But to Elora, showing emotions was not a fault, it was a sign of being a real person with real feelings, unlike Zan who appeared to be more robot than human. Though she did wonder why he and Korie started to fight.

They were soon surrounded by two of the scary soldiers. They seemed to be in a better mood than the helicopter pilots, but Elora didn't think much on that, being too distracted by the intense situation. They were then escorted to the cafeteria, and Elora sighed in relief: she could finally get something to eat. Even if it was disgusting synthetic gruel she would take it. She then spotted Serah and Antwon sitting at a table, and she wanted to join them once she filled her tray. However, Serah left the table before she could reach it, and left the mess hall once Elora sat down. "Oh," Elora said, disappointed.

Having lost her chance at talking to her she decided to stay there. She then started eating. She didn't feel like talking to Antwon, so she just kept quiet. Her thoughts ran back to Ian, Zan and Korie's fight, and finally, to Ritsu's words. There was a lot to think about.

[Assistant]
Of course, Ant thought. Why did I figure she would be useful in the slightest? He stood there, insulted by the refusal.

"Yeah, great fucking attitude", Ant let her know, his voice echoing in the empty room as she walked off. "Give up on your friend. But I guess you're a-okay knowing he's in good hands, right?" It was becoming clear to Antwon that nobody seemed to care that their life expectancy here was going to be short... very short, at least under this leadership; or they were too stupid or afraid to see it. No... it seemed at every turn, he was alone...

...and then, he turned around. "GRUH!" Ant let out awkwardly, genuinely startled by Elora's sudden appearance. He quickly tried regaining his cool composure, then sat himself back down. "Jesus, you really are a mouse", Ant said. Then, almost as quickly as she left, Sunshine came charging back in... unfortunately for Ant with her usual disposition, as if the rainbow switch was flipped in the back of her head.

Ant let out a moan, leaving Elora's table to find his own private corner. He could tolerate the girl when she seemed to have some thoughts going on in the little head of hers, but she would rather put on a chipper facade; who the hell could be happy with this situation? Ant put in his earbuds once more in an attempt to drone out her grating, high pitched voice, and laid on one of the other long cafeteria tables. He needed to take a short nap, regain his senses... it seemed he would need plenty of it to stay sane in this place.

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Serah didn't react to Ant as she left. She just couldn't. She was going to put on that grin again, beam like a rainbow and be the Serah everyone wanted to see. Nobody would like her in this state. They'd all just prefer the cheery little fluffball, the one who goes around life without a care in the world and makes others smile as much as she does. Entering the girl's bathroom, she quickly opened the faucet to let the water flow. Serah reached out her hands, letting a bit pool up before splashing it in her face. This was repeated around three times before a grin appeared on her. "No need to stand around like that, Serah~!"

The young girl wipes her face off with a paper towel before going outside again, back to the cafeteria she left so saddened-looking. Nobody needs to see me sad right now. I'd only bring them down, too. Eventually she made it over there, seeing Elora already having started to eat. "H-Hey! No fair!" she called out, running over to her table and taking a seat. Serah's cheeks were puffed up, all the while crossing her arms. "Come oooon! I leave for a bit to go to the bathroom and you start without me, Elly? No faaaaaair... You're mean..."

[Assistant]
Takeo felt Zan's heavy fist slug into his cheek, knocking him down, but could not will himself to lift even a finger as he was dragged back to his feet and berated by the large youth. Takeo was not the tallest boy, and his feet dangled as Zan held him there.

 "Are you going to stay down there like the piece of shit you are, or are you going to get up and train so you will actually be useful in the war against the Cruxi!?" Zan tossed the mechanic to the ground once again, finishing his criticism.

 Takeo was used to being pushed around by kids with bigger bodies, and kids with bigger egos. He had learned to accept it in his position, and he never held it against them. Zan was no different. Indeed, Zan's attack might have been just what he needed. Some of his words stuck.

 He's right. I can't break down when we lose a fighter. There is still so much to protect. Takeo looked up at the other boy, determination in his eyes, but before he could speak, Korie stepped between them. Then, the lieutenant was there, ending the conflict and helping Takeo to his feet.

 "Also, aren't you supposed to be like a 'Paladin' of sorts?" Ritsu asked when the boy was standing again. "Falling down so easily isn't like you, Matsuda. Stay standing, and wipe that awful look from your face, would you? You look better with a smile."

 Takeo nodded, an automatic response, and gave a small sideways grin. But I still can't forgive you, lieutenant. Or this place. He looked to the other cadets around him. A Paladin. I'll protect all of them, or die trying. No more tears.

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Sigma watched as the swirls of blood and crud went drown the drain of the shower. She arched her back, feeling a slight shiver as a breeze of cold air interrupted momentarily the relentless downpour of steaming hot water. Muscles shifted in Sigma's lithe figure, which now, bare of all garments, was displaying quite a set of underlying scars and tightly-packed muscles. The body of a child. The body of a soldier.

And tears couldn't stop flowing either. Like flashes, the ghosts of that experience flayed her mind. Ian. Fucking Ian. Why was he so interested in baring his fangs. He never stood a chance. It was like a puppy trying to face off a bear. She gritted her teeth, tensing so stained. To think It would come a day that I thought Irina was soft in her handling. She scrubbed her hands. Lorenzo had ordered her... and by God, she had obeyed. She had dived firsthand in insanity and ruthlessness.

I'm a clone. And I'm turning like the original. It shouldn't surprise me. She added, while finally closing the water, sighing. She couldn't let the team know how much the damage was. She would only tell the neccessary to not have them suspicious, but she'd hold back the truth. It would break them more than what she was. They would feel betrayed by her. But what was needed in this war, was Victory, not doing the right thing. Nor make friends and acquaintances. Forgiveness would never be asked, and even if she were to be stabbed by her own team, it was all for the fate of mankind that hung in a delicate balance.

Sigma looked herself at the mirror. Truly a ghastly expression she had. She composed a slightly better, but grouchy face. I am after all, a puppet. A doll. Let the show commence. She added as she headed to get dressed up, each step taken with determination.

Should I bring the subject of Sachertorte? After all I have to pay my dues. The clone pilot thought to herself, as she flicked her hair away, revealing a single, Σ tattoo in the back of the neck. She then let a longing stare towards the shower.

Was this how your mind was broken, Beta? Sigma pondered as she marched on to get dressed, and do a briefing. But first, the meeting with the Liutenant.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Rank: Corporal
Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment:
-Rifle: Gallian-3R
-Sidearm: Viper-E-9
-Grenades: B-Type M3x3
-Melee: Combat Knifex2

Personality: James very reliable person, who will, despite his smart assness, always have your back. He's also an optimist, preferring to see the best before he sees the worst.
Bio: Born to a butcher and waitress, James grew up learning how to chop up and find the best picks in meat when he wasn't at school or military training. His father was proud of his son, who excelled as a marksman in his training, was passing all his classes with at least a B+, and was taking to being a butcher so well. He also somehow managed to stay out of trouble despite his quips at teachers.

However, as it grew closer to his 18th birthday, James put some serious thought into joining the military instead of just becoming another militia bumpkin. He spoke for hours on end with his mom and dad on the matter, his mother in strong support and already envisioning her son in a uniform and his dad, while disappointed his son wouldn't immediately take over the family business at the Strongarm Butcher Shop, suggested he try to reach a rank of a Non-Commisioned Officer, such as Sergeant. The day of his 18th birthday, James enlisted and passed his advanced training with flying style, if not spotlessly. His record had at least four different times when he'd smarted off to his Drill Sergeant.

Having served for six years, he's never quite made it past Lance Corporal because of his mouth. Most recently, his smart mouth got him attached to the Gallian Militia. He made a joke about his unit's captain with the captain right behind him.

RP Sample: Lance Corporal James Hunt stood at his post guard the central communications area and, despite his best efforts, let loose a yawn, prompting PFC Hendricks, James's companion for the day to elbow him in the gut. "Come on, Corporal, I'm the one supposed to yawn after being at this all day. Wake up." Corporal James looked over at the PFC and yawned again, just to get on the PFC's nerves. Hendricks's response was to elbow the Corporal even harder. With a chuckle, James looks at the PFC again and slams his own elbow into Hendrick's gut, making the PFC double over.

"And miss all the uneventful stuff that goes on during communications guard detail? What ever would I do without you Hendricks?" Shaking his head scornfully, James leans back against the wall again and watches people come and go. Lieutenants, Majors, Colonel Majors, all these important people going in and out of the building and not one cared that the Lance Corporal and the PFC were bickering. "Besides, Captain Riserre only put us here because he's got a massive stick up his ass. Even Major Derald has issues with him." At this point, PFC Hendricks was giving the universal sign of stop as the Captain was right behind James. "Look at me, I'm Captain Riserre and I think I can rule my unit with an iron fist. Lance Corporal Hunt, you get all the boring assignments because I don't want you taking my job. And while you're at it, take Hendricks with you, he's too dull to make good company." James laughed and Hendricks facepalmed as Riserre cleared his throat, which had James standing at attention quickly.

"So you think I'm worried about you taking my job do you?" James quickly shook his head in the universal sign for negatory and the Captain laughed and walked away. James turned and slugged Hendricks in the arm.

"Thanks for the warning, jack ass." Hendricks shrugged and went back to watching people going in the communications center.

"I tried to tell you Captain Smart Ass." James grunted in a disapproving matter.

"No, you kept making a bunch of weird hand gestures, which isn't telling me anything."

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Evan's Post

The battle appeared to be won, but the collapsing buildings filled Evan with trepidation even as the imperials retreated. Someone might have gotten injured in that fight, and the Darcsen would not be happy if their medical supplies remained out of reach for long. Setting up a course for the hamlet, Evan drove the APC towards the group of people rallying around the buildings.

...

When he arrived, the Darcsen was shouting orders and the majority of the squad seemed to either be tending to injuries or trying to excavate one of the collapsed houses. After he climbed out of the APC and jumped to the ground, Evan hustled over to Harald, yelling: "Darcsen! Just got here. The APC's got medical supplies in the back incase you need it." before rushing over to the collapsed building.

Brutish though he may be, Evan was not stupid. From all the people trying to excavate the rubble, someone had to still be trapped inside and his sheer muscle mass would make him invaluable in the rescue attempt. As he began his work, lifting the heaviest pieces of rubble that the rest of the squad had trouble even moving, he noticed that a few of the wounded were helping with the rescue. The fact that the quiet, usually standoffish girl, Brenna was helping despite her wounds made him concerned. If even she was helping despite her wounds, the attack must not have gone well at all... the majority of the squad must have been wounded. How the hell were they supposed to hold the crossroads in this state?

"ONE, TWO, THREE... HEEEEEAAAAAAVE!"

With a mighty tug, Evan helped several other squad members raise a partially buried beam, revealing a terribly wounded and nearly dead Lilly in the gap underneath it. Straining and bracing himself so that the beam did not fall back down on top of her, Evan yelled to the rest of the squad. "I'LL HOLD THIS! GET HER OUT OF THERE! ... SOMEONE GET THE DAMN MEDICAL KIT!" It didn't look like there was anything around that could be used to prop up the beam in short order, so Evan held it on his knee, before squatting down to position his shoulder under it and lift again. A new shower of dust coated Lilly from the movement of the beam, but that was the least of her worries. Evan was more concerned about if they could get her out before his strength inevitably failed and forced him to lower the beam. He could hold it... He had to. He wasn't going to let someone die because he, he who was easily the strongest in the squad, gave up due to simple exhaustion. His every muscle strained as he held the beam in place, and sweat dripped down his face. The beam did not move, though. He would never let that happen. Fuckin' piece of shit imps... They'll pay for this.

[Assistant]
PFC James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte post battle

James did his best to help in the excavation efforts to get the buried out of the other house, but fate had decided that he was going to receive an even bigger splinter through the leg for dodging a second tank round, this one only partly through his leg and hurting much worse than the first. When Evan heaved up the beam, James was there, trying to assuage the damage. "Ah hell. Sorry Lilly, but I gotta get you out." Turning to the others, he yelled out, "Hey, she's pinned to the damned wall! Get the med supplies ready cause I gotta pull her off it!" Gritting his teeth against the pain in his own leg, he grabbed Lilly and pulled, sliding her forward. I hat this, I hate this, I hate this. Imps are gonna fucking die.

Lilly groaned slightly as he pulled, but not much else. Grunting in pain and exertion, he pulled again, this time getting her free. Dragging her outside, he pulled off his jacket and put it under her while grabbing the surprisingly intact nearby curtain and putting it on top of the wound and pushing with one hand while slapping her face with the other. "Wake up, Lilly, come on. You can't rest now or you won't wake up. Come on, stay with me, focus on the sound of my voice. Come on." Not eliciting a response, he kept it up for a good couple minutes before looking at his squad mates. "Not a fucking word." And then he kissed her, trying to shock her into wakefulness. The trick had worked for others in situations far less dire, so it might work now. Pulling back, he prayed it had worked.

[User]
Private Regan Durandal
Just as she was walking along the center hall, beside the stairs, the second round hit. "That thing's not dead- oh. Oooh no." Regan quickly set her mortar lance down and grabbed the hilt of her sword. She felt safer with that in her hand, honestly. Part of the wall buckled in toward her and she rolled to the side. Her sword flashed as she drew it to cut a support beam that was falling toward her, and she used her strength to push the part she cut off away. She was fortunate she was in the stairwell of a two story building. She really only had to worry about-

The roof! And how was she going to deal with it?! Her exit was already blocked. Not that she had time to run anymore anyway. Shit! Well, here we go. Just as Mother taught me... She brought her sword across one section of the ceiling above falling toward her. Before she could make a second swing, it struck her and knocked her out.

~~~

The brunette woke before long, with a mild headache but a terrible pain in her right shoulder. Dislocated, she could tell, but she couldn't see the accompanying gash on her back. The section of roof that hit her... it hadn't crushed her? No, it... looked like there was room to crouch here. As she looked around, she spotted the support beam she cut earlier, with some other rubble in the corner, under a section of the roof above her head. The cut she had made had saved her, the section she cut away was propped over here, against the section of support beam she had cut down earlier. "I... should probably be dead." She ran her left hand through her hair, sitting herself up. She had room to sit up, and she wasn't impaled on anything or anything. A few cuts and bruises, but... Damn.

Ah! She heard voices from nearby. Allies? The private pushes herself to a crawl, favoring her left for the wound on her right. and maneuvers her way through the remains of the building, searching out the voices.

'It's cold... it's very cold down here.'

That didn't sound good. She'd better hurry up. She found a foot amid the rubble, but another approached, and pulled the woman off of her impalement. "W-wait, you'll open her wound!" She winces, peering up from the nearby hole she found that let her see Lilly. To just pull her free like that... Eugh. "Dammit, you fool. What're you- No, stop!" He was dragging her, in her condition? And slapping her? And-- he kissed her?! She had no words, only a sword. Where she had previously doubted her ability to draw her sword from her position, she found her body moving without her. Her left hand moved up and shoved her shoulder back into its socket. She'd never had to do it before, she she'd been intimidated by it. With her arm functional again, her sword flashed out from the sheath and cut through the wall around her. As the wall shifts from her assault, she pushes her way through the debris and emerges, already charging Hunt. "You vile, perverted idiot!" She shoulder checks him with her left, sheathing her sword and kneeling next to Lilly. "Oh, God, ooh, oh god, oh, God, no. I could have... but... aaaah, there's nothing I can... I- I can't... I... M-medic... Medic!" The damage from being dragged and the blood loss from being pulled free from the impaling spike reduced the options to fix it. Even though she'd gotten Hunt away from her, she didn't know what to do at this point, and she didn't have any ragnaid. That was really all she could think of...

[Assistant]
James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte

Sliding a ways, he doesn't move far when the shoulder check connects, letting loose a growl when it aggrivates the large splinter still sitting in his leg, and returns the favor, with twice the force, putting pressure back on the wound, his face dark. "You want to leave her there and let her fucking die of infection or risk her getting hurt worse?" He shakes his head. "No wonder the regular army thinks ninety percent of the militia shouldn't bother joining it, you're dense as hell!" Someone shows up with a can of ragnaid and James thanks them, quickly applying it to the wound. "Evan couldn't hold the beam forever and the quicker we got her out, the better, made treating her easier and safer for all involved." Satisfied, he put the makeshift bandage back to the wound. "Second, she's going unconscious with heavy blood loss, doesn't take a genius to know is bad. Slapping her was an effort to wake her up, basic field care. If that doesn't work, do something that'll shock 'em awake, surprises them. She'd already gotten a giant piece of wood through her, so I went with the next best thing. And I sure as hell ain't so twisted as to shove my fingers into her wound to make pain wake her up."

Pushing Lilly gently onto her side, he applies ragnaid to the other side of the wound before laying her down and continuing to put down pressure. "I actually enlisted, I got to run actual scenarios where these things happened. While you all were getting slaughtered in Rineheim, the regular army was taking casualties on the border, living these scenarios. We left two people impaled on spikes like that, they were dead in minutes. The one we managed to get to a get free? We were able to treat and safe him. Next time you think you know better than the trained soldier, shove it up your ass. Any further issues should be handled by the Sarge, not someone of my rank."


[System]
Age: 20

Power: Shadow
He basicly is a shadow. You can go through him if he wants you to. Because, like his power's origin, his powers are fueled by darkness (or better said, the absence of light), some attributes of his only work at certain times.

At day and at places with a lot of light, he can also manipulate his shadow. Also, when his shadow interacts with another shadow, then it also interacts in reality. Say Sam's shadow pressed the shadow of a button, but Sam didn't actually press it, the button will still be pressed.

At night and at dark places however, he becomes a black creature with red eyes which are able to glow. He normally has a shape like his normal day-form (a human), but he can also change his shape like a real shadow.

Because it would be pretty OP if he knew all of this already, it is going to take him some time before he masters every single attribute of his power. To start with, he doesnt have any, and after he discovers his first power, which is that stuff can go through him, he slowly discovers the others.

Appearance:

Bio: Sam was an average kid, with an average life. He had a girlfriend, his father had a good job, his mother was a happy housewife, and he also had a sister. However, one day, when he was 16, he couldnt sleep because of a buzzing in his head. He followed the direction of the buzzing, and in his dad's office, he found a bomb. The bomb had a special crystal attached to it, that was powered through darkness, so it would go off at night. Sam's first thought was to warn his mother and sister, as they were downstairs watching TV and his father was not home yet. However, he didn't have enough time left, so he jumped out of the window right as the bomb went off. He was thrown outside the house, and landed unconciously on the ground.

A few months later, when he awoke, nothing was the same. His dad was still standing, but his mother and sister had not survived the impact. His girlfriend couldn't stand the fact that he could've died any second, so she got with someone else. And maybe the worst of all, Sam got nightmares. Terrifying nightmares, about horrible creatures that wouldn't leave him alone, but they all had something in commen: They were pitch black, and had red glowing eyes. This made everything get worse for him, as he was forced to drop out of school and he had problems finding a job. He recently moved, hoping he could leave all the worries behind him, and it went good for a couple of days. Until today...

[User]
A large figure walked into a drugstore. Judging from the persons size and physique, he seemed to be male, though it was difficult to tell due to what he was wearing. He had on a large and bulky beige trench-coat, and a wide brimmed hat of the same color. He wore shades and a cough-mask. Overall, he was very suspicious looking.

He stands nearby several medicines until it he begins to unnerve several customers. A nearby guard approaches him.

"Excuse me sir, bu-" that was as far as he got before the mans gloved fist collided with his face, sending the guard flying. In the same instant, the large man swiped several medicines and immediately ran out the door. At once two other guards came after him, but he was already too far for them to catch.

"Hey! Wait! Quick someone grab him! shouted one of the guards.

[Assistant]
After having heard quite a bit about the paint explosion from what close to half the employees had streamed in on their various mobile devices, Kyo eventually was allowed a quick ten-minute break, during which he had planned to step outside for some air. Everything going on at once that day was already exhausting to him, and he could only wonder what the rest of the day had in store.

Unfortunately, he didn't even have time to drop the black and silver fox mask he had been fixing before there was another commotion outside. Moving quickly and grabbing another cloak from nearby, he ran out the back door to see if someone else was starting a fight dangerously close to the shop again. When he looked out from the alley leading to the street, however, he didn't see any fighting. Instead, an oddly-covered and very large person running down the street with cries for someone to stop him in the background. Was he a robber of some sort? Either way, he did seem to be approaching the area of the shop pretty quickly.

Holding out one hand in the direction of the supposed robber, the now-masked man focused on an image of a large wall to project into his field of vision. Hopefully, it would at least startle him enough to stop so as not to crash into it.

[User]
The large man unusually did not stop upon seeing the wall, but instead bared his shoulders to the side in what looked like a football tackle and ran straight through the illusory wall. He skidded a bit upon go through it, his momentum unstopped due to the lack of supposed wall, and he ended up running straight into a lamppost.

Said lamppost crumpled like paper under the force of the man's tackle. He paused for a bit to throw the post to the side before preparing to run away once more.

[Assistant] Katherin tilted her head. She knew something was happening but she wasn't sure what. She had been about to try her phone again when she heard gun shots. She didn't know how man people were in the store. She sent her ice through the store. It would feel like a cold breeze to anyone in the store. She was able to identify two men. One had to be the clerk. He was probably the one furthest from her. Which meant that the shooter was the closest too her. She frowned. She tapped her foot sending ice towards the shooter. With him in contact with the floor the ice would slowly climb up the shooter and would cover him until she stopped the ice. Which she planned to do before the ice covered his head.

[User] Sam felt a cold breeze, and soon after, the woman tapped her foot, and ice started to go up the man's feet. It took both him and Sam some time to figure out what was going on, but they realised that they were dealing with a super. "I don't care if you have powers or not, I will kill you!" the man shouted. This was Sam's chance. He rushed from behind the counter, kicked the gun out of the guy's hands and as he turned to face Sam, he got a bat to the face, knocking him out. Sam walked over to the girl. "Are you alright, madame?" He know they were both supers, but they needed to take it slow for now.

[Assistant] Somewhat surprised that the large person would just charge a wall like that, even if thy were temporarily stopped by a lamppost, the cloaked man decided that perhaps a change in tactics was in order. Stretching his hand out again, he focused on a different sort of image to stop him: A circle of flame surrounding him. It would be a high wall, going at least to eye level, but there would be space for him to move around a few steps in any direction inside the circle.

[User]
The man paused for a bit, looking at the flames that encircled him, and then went back a few steps. The man pulled back his arms and clapped them together with a tremendous amount of force. The resulting shock-wave broke panes of glass in its way and blew away unlucky bystanders. He paused for a moment, as in his vision, the flame had yet to go away.

Suddenly the man said, "Wait, Ted, what flame are you talking about, I don't see anything," he said. "Its a fake! Someone's doing something to you! Just keep running!"

After saying that, the man barreled straight through the fire, this time ignoring it completely. A siren was heard as a single police car began approaching from behind.

[Assistant] Kyo winced and covered his ears at the thunderous sound of the clap, a bit upset at the damage it caused. If only he had come up with a better plan a little quicker, then there wouldn't be so much risk to bystanders. Letting out a frustrated puff of air, he ran out towards the back of the large figure and clapped his hands as well, projecting a much quieter version of the sound he had just made. As he did so, he projected an image of the suspect in front of him, making sure to avoid his sight by keeping behind him. He wanted to conceal himself using his ability, but it didn't seem wise to use up all his energy too quickly.

[User] "I'm fine thank you. Can you tell me exactly what happened?" Katherin asked. She figured that the shooter had pointer his weapon at her. He had probably thought that she was a witness to the shooter. He must have missed the clerk. She drew the ice back to her. Unfortunately whatever ice had melted she couldn't do anything about. Hopefully the water wouldn't do too much damage to the store.

[Assistant]
The large man stiffened then turned back quickly upon hearing the clap behind him. He seemed to stiffen upon seeing a duplicate of himself, when suddenly he said: "No Ted, there's no one in front of you except for some guy! Wait a minute . . . Ted, get out of here, he might be a super!"

Suddenly, the man turned around and bolted, running faster than ever.

[User]
Completely fed up with the way this man seemed unable to be distracted for very long, Kyo began chasing after him. He knew that he would have to do something quickly before he lost him, though, as this man was definitely faster than him. What struck him as odd\ was how the man seemed to talk to himself. And how he knew that there wasn't actually anything there...

Wait a minute...he's being directed. There must be a transmitter on him or something.

With this realization, he reached to his side and pulled out a purple fan. These things hadn't left his side since they were given to him so long ago. He was glad to have them now, though he had initially questioned exactly why he needed them back then. Flicking it open to expose the hard edges that made it more than just a nice prop, he threw it like a disk toward the man's hat.

At the same time, he finally decided not to worry so much about conserving his energy and concealed himself from public view.

[Assistant]
The man didn't notice the fan as his back was turned. The hat fell clean of his head, exposing a furry pair of round ears instead of hair or a skin of head. He kept running until the police car from earlier drove in front of him.

"Sir, we ask that you please cease and desist, or else - gah!?"

The police officer asking him to stand down was unable to finish his sentence, as the large man charged straight at them and in the process of doing so, tossed aside the entire car, with them inside it.

[User]
Kyo was horrified by the sudden turn of events, and pretty close to being unable to do much more. For once, he was starting to regret the incorporeal nature of his ability as far as he could use it safely. The only good thing he could get from what had just happened was that the "man" was revealed as not exactly human. He wasn't sure if it was just a strange mascot suit or something, but either way, he felt far less guilty about his last few options now. Especially after the endangerment of the officers.

Taking out another fan, he flicked it open to expose a much sharper edge. Tossing it the same way as the other one, he aimed for the back of the suspect's knees. If he could hit the legs, perhaps it could be halted long enough for him to get better control. Just in case, though, he readied one more fan of his own design at his side.

[Assistant] Sam was a bit confused, as it was like the woman didn't even see what just happened. Only then he noticed that the girl was blind. "Well, first that paint bomb at the city hall happened, then you came into the shop, then the man with the gun came inside and tried to rob me, then he shot me, twice, and then you froze the guy's legs, and after that I hit him with a baseballbat and now he is knocked out." Sam catched his breath from saying such a long sentence, then said: "But you froze him. You are a super aren't you?"

[User] Katherin bite her lip. She hadn't thought about giving herself away. She had just been worried about saving her life. She given anything to anyone seeing what she had done. of course she had thought that the clerk had been killed or at least injured and he seemed to be fine. It was strange to be confronted like this. But she didn't see anyway out of admitting what she had done. "Yes. I am a super. I can create and control ice.

[Assistant]
The large man turned around quickly as Kyo's fan struck his leg. The fans blade ripped open a gaping whole in his pants, and more fur could be seen from underneath. Unfortunately, it did not seem to impede his movement in the slightest.

As he faced Kyo, a full pair of large furry teddy bear ears were visible on his equally furr head. The cough mask and shades covered the rest of his face well, but two bright red pinpricks of light pierced through the dark glasses.

[User] Sam couldn't believe it. "Wow, you are the second super I've seen today. Well, third if you count the one I saw in the mirror this morning. I'm Sam. So you're a super as well? Ice control sounds 'cool'." He said with a laugh. He looked at the man who was laying on the ground. "So how are we going to explain this mess?"


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Lizardman

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.

His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.

Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None

Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.

Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.

Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.

History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.

Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...

He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.

Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.

It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
* Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
* : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
* Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
* Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
* Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
* Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
* Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
* Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.

[User]
Big Red didn't question the Archer when she mentioned going i9n first as he pried the door open. It dragged on the ground, so maybe he should have lifted while he pulled. Meh. Once it was open Archer Girl slipped in while Druid Girl huffed cutely. "Logic, Druid. If it doesn't go one way go the other." He murmured, keeping his voice down just in case. When no traps were found the pair slipped into the room to come to the sight of the remaining two members of the previous party.

The girl with canine features was dead, clearly tortured in multiple ways. The second was hanging from the ceiling by some rope, also having been abused and tortured. His eyes didn't linger on the two, not because of how horrible the sights were, but because the room wasn't cleared yet. Nothing was secured, and if you were dead or unconscious you couldn't help anyone.

"Priorities, you two. Druid keep an eye on the girls condition. Archer, with the fairy since it likes you, help me make sure there aren't any goblins left. Dead help is no help at all." He rumbled out as he began searching the room for crevices, nooks, another doorway. He honestly didn't expect the girls condition to worsen, but it might give Druid Girl a sense of purpose instead of focusing on what couldn't be undone. Same with Archer Girl. Productivity distracted the mind.

[Assistant]
With everyone now in the merry death hole, Steppe Archer would relax a bit. At least until Big Red started mentioning that there may be more goblins and that helping the girl would have to wait a moment. She felt bad about leaving her like this, but there wasn't much they could do until they were certain the area was clear. They couldn't leave her, especially not alone. Remembering that they came super duper prepared with an antidote and potion each, Steppe Archer hurriedly dug through her sack and pulled out her liquid red vial. "Here. If her throat is fine enough to swallow anything, that should help her. I'd also check if she needs an antidote, if you can do that somehow," the nomad girl said, before hurrying back over to the Lizard Fighter with her fairy-light in tow.

She'd make sure they'd bring the girl back, even if she had to carry her back by herself. ...She totally could. Steppe girl strong!

[User]
Druid Girl eventually broke away from staring at the battered, naked and dangling red head, taking note of her cimpanions' words and intentions. Taking the small flask from Steppe Archer, the dark-haired girl looked at the tiny bottle with the strange liquid inside it. Even if she had this little piece of foul-tasting instant treatment, there was no way she was going to be able to give it to the hardly-breathing goblin-victim until Big Red cut her down. Druid Girl wasn't tall enough, not even when standing on her tippy-toes, to reach the dangling girl's mouth with the flask. A fact that made the caramel-skinned girl feel even worse about having to wait to provide help to someone who was so clearly in undescribable pain.

Steppe Archer and Lizard Fighter would however find tha their investigation would be completely and utterly fruitless. The walls of the chamber were solid and there were no pitfalls, hidden doros or covered crevices for any further goblin ambushes. The ground didn't lend itself to digging, and the solid stone walls would have required tools like pickaxes or other mining equipment to get you anywhere. It didn't seem like the goblins had ever expected anyone to find this room, and if everyone had been as unobservant as the lizardman, they may have very well been right to assume such. Still, the only thing sapart from the two mauled girls present, were the knocked over chair and the battered crate. Otherwise, the area was void of anything intersting or meaningful.

"H-hey... If you're done looking around, can we cut her down now? Letting her hang like this can't good for her." The druid voice her opinion and concern, looking back over her shoulder at the two other adventurers.

[Assistant]
There wasn't much to the room really, no extra doors, nothing tunneled out, and only some gear in the crate. Goblins were small creatures, and their young probably smaller still. So he was actually surprised there wasn't anything but items in the crate. While he had swept about the room Archer Girl gave Druid Girl one of her potions to give to the injured woman. The only survivor to their party. Which got him to thinking, why only keep one alive? Did the party get there before they could off her?

Druid Girl spoke up which got his attention once more. "Depends on how long she has been hanging. The rope is pretty thick so she should have kept blood flow to her hands." He said as he approached the dangling girl. If the girl had to lose her hands they might as well just off her now. Leaning down he sat the girl on his shoulder before rising up some, taking the pressure off her joints. Meanwhile his tail tugged his only blade from its sheathe and cut through the rope. With her loose he let the girl slide down only to catch her in his arm.

Glancing at Archer Girl he tilted his head to the crate. "Please gather the gear and tags in the box and then lets get out of this hole." He said as he started to move to the exit of the goblin safe room.


[System]
Username: @Sho Minazuki

"Look, I'm a little tired right now, so can we make this quick?"
Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Color: Inky black

Symbol: An eye-scarred raven.

Semblance:
 Raven Mirage - Wolfram can disperse into a murder of ravens and crows, and can use them to scout as well, some have called him the 'vampire of crows' due to how visually similar he disperse into crows compared to when a vampire disperses into bats in popular media. Other abilities include that these crows can function as normal crows and feed on animals to give him energy as well. He is powerful enough to have an abundance of crows in an area that it can be difficult to figure out where he will appear next, compared to his student years.

Weapon Name: Vindicator

Weapon Appearance/Function: The gloves are more a utility than an actual weapon, using the circuits that are all along the palms, he can materialize dust into small weapons. Larger weapons require something far more advanced or a work-around method, and far more dust due to density issues.
Type: Dust, Utility, Aura
Weapon Derivation: Twin gauntlets, lean in appearance.
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: A pair of really stylish elbow long gloves. Some seemingly mechanical parts along the forearm area, and dust slots.
Form 1: Conduit Function, Materialize - When entering combat mode, a thin steel armor covers the gloves, also colored black, and along the palm, circuits matching the hand appear. Through those circuits he can use the dust equipped to form throwing knives of varying size and element by melding it with his aura, as well as creating thin wire for trapping and even slicing, and finally, needles, which are his most potent and efficient means of disabling or killing someone.
Form 2: Conduit Function, Imbue - Not really a second form, just another function. He carries twin knives that he uses as a secondary weapon when forced into close quarters, with the imbue function he can give these knives new properties, or even extend their reach. This isn't limited to the knives though. He has other equipment as well for this very concept.
Form 3: Conduit Function, Shroud - He can cancel both imbue and materialize to use his gauntlet as the main weapon, by wrapping it in dust, he can use it defensively, or expel it upon striking a target for more damage.
Form 4: Grappling Hook - There's a grappling hook on this thing. Neat.
Form 5: Gambit Round - There's a one-shot and powerful pistol underslung on the gauntlet. It only has one round, and it's settings have it use all the dust that is currently equipped, making the single shot insanely powerful, but renders the gauntlet useless. This is a useful option in some cases. The drawback is that he'll need to re-equip all the dust vials again, which takes quite awhile.

Elemental Functions: The following are functions he can add for his knives and needles depending on elements.
* Gravity - He can use this dust to bind enemies to areas that are marked by his needles or knives. He can also create the reverse effect and propel himself, or an enemy far away.
* Explosive - By combining fire and earth, he can create a violent explosive knife.
* Incendiary - A simple fire type.
* Frostbite - A simple ice type designed to disable parts of a body, or even freeze their heart.
* Shredder - A concentrated wind or air type that disperses the knife into a cutting wind.
* Water - He can douse his enemies in water with this.
* Stun - Sends out an electric shock on whatever surface it lands on, and stuns them. It's especially deadly if they are soaked.

Equipment: The following he carries on him in order to use Imbue for.
* Large Folding Shuriken - These shuriken are a little larger than normal, and fold so they're easy to carry. He only has a few, so he prefers to use them in a boomerang fashion. It's useful when fighting a crowd of grimm.
* Twin Knives, The Harbingers - Twin double-sided knives, straight blade, cross guard. They look fancy, and actually have a hidden dust vial in their handles, allowing him to do a surprise reload once his gauntlets run out of Dust. Alternatively, the dust can be used to propel the knife even faster when thrown, which can surprise his opponents. The daggers are also able to be attached to his heels, giving him even more options when in combat with them.
* Compound Bombs - These on their own are regular smoke bombs, but the smoke is made of a compound that reacts well with dust, allowing him to make fire bombs, cold bombs, and so on, depending on the dust he imbues into them before throwing.

Personality: Despite his heavy presence and the way he looks and his skills, he's a very carefree person, normally seen with a friendly smile that people often mistake for a creepy slasher type. He's just a guy trying to live right now, a little cynical, as he once had aspirations of his own. He made his living in the underground with assassination jobs, they weren't his cup of tea, but he was very good at them, plus no one else wanted to hire him, so inadverdently he became known as the "Harbinger of Death", and all those other names. He didn't become a Hunter to kill people, he became one to kill Grimm, so he was not content with this. Still, it gave him an enormous amount of money, so he couldn't complain. Assassinations to him were like that desk job you hate so much at this point, and really just about anything would pique his interest.

History: Wolfram was no honor student, in fact no one liked him except his team back in Haven, who honestly were all friendly. He was considered the strange kid, reserved, and almost like a pushover, normally that alone wouldn't put him in the situation he was, but it was the fact that he had an uncanny talent at pointing out people's weaknesses. It wasn't semblance, he already awoke to that, so it scared people that he could figure out very quickly what made them tick. Nothing really happened with it though, and he graduated normally. Some of his team suggested him to a medical profession, as his talent would be very useful in that field. Others suggested the black ops of militaries. He wanted to fight Grimm though... But he considered the options.

He ended up trying both. It was difficult for him to enter the military medical field, because he was just so horrible at it's theory, then he was offered to the black ops, assassinations and the like, and he was just really really good at it. He eventually quit though, because he didn't like the line of work, but eventually he starved because he couldn't find other jobs, he did the odd Grimm slaying job on mission boards, and among other things, but as his failures in higher level Grimm slaying missions became apparent, his options narrowed, until he eventually starved for a whole month.

That all ended when his asking around for jobs eventually landed him into the underground's mission boards, because someone wanted his skills as an assassin. As he was pretty much starving and desperate, he accepted, and before he knew it, he became reputed as one of the best assassins in the history of Hunters and Huntresses, albeit in the underground. Although little did he know until later, there was no turning back. No regular mission board would accept him picking up a quest, very few had need of his talents too, and so there he was, stuck in the underground, almost by accident.

Trivia
- Wolfram is a German name that is a portmanteau of "wolf" and "raven", basically making it "wolf-raven".
- Mord is just German for "murder".
- His theme is mostly crows and ravens, and represents an omen of death.
- His story of being essentially mistaken or stumbling into criminality is similar to how the father of the boys in the German tale The Seven Ravens mistakes them for going out to play instead of getting water for their sister, which leads to them being turned into crows.

[User]
Mavi | Vacuo Outskirts | Some Outpost somewhere | Monday Afternoon

"Hmm.." Mavi sighed audibly as he observed the outpost, crouching next to a rock on a hill above the encampment. There were a lot of guards. He wouldn't be having this dilemma if he didn't need to rescue some person from this outpost. Luckily for him there weren't any dust storms happening at the time. He unsheathed his poleaxe, the shaft extending as he brought it out. He wasn't really one for subtle entry.

Cracking his neck, he grinned devilishly. He noticed how small this outpost was. From above that is. He'd bet on his next paycheck, knowing that the hostage was most likely underground. The guards made one mistake though. A lot of their force was above ground in small observer towers or on the ground near the entrance. He assumed so anyway. "They know I'm coming, but they don't know the first thing about me." He chuckled as he launched himself off the side of the hill. The wind was blowing sand. Such timing. Will they see it coming?

They didn't see it coming, but they sure as hell felt it. Mavi slammed into the ground, near the building, causing a large shockwave by expanding his aura as he landed. His semblance kicked in, causing and extra pounding force, making a large crater in the sand. Many of the guards were thrown to the ground by the massive tremor, confusion flooded the scene and the guards attempted to recover. However, Mavi was already upon them. The giant axe head crashed into a crowd of guards, sending them flying quite a ways away from the outpost.

More guards poured into the scene, surrounding Mavi, swords drawn, guns pointed. The thrill of battle pumped through him. He liked where this was going. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten all about the hostage at this point, they weren't going anywhere anyway. "All this just for me? Oh you shouldn't have!" He laughed. They really shouldn't have. With some ridiculous speed, he launched himself forward, swinging his massive poleaxe like it was a toy. Swords were no match for it's huge reach, and the bullets just whizzed past him, the majority of them missing.

[Assistant]
Scarlet/ Vale/ Private Mansion/ Monday Afternoon

"Heeelloooo! Anybody home?" Scarlet had a big grin on her face and it showed her sharp canine teeth and it was quite obvious that she was more than excited to start the mission. Her tail was wagging back and forth very quickly. Despite her happy tone, the air around her was quite vicious, scary even. It was the aura of pure bloodlust. Her voice had caught the attention of multiple guards who stopped and turned to her before getting their weapons ready to shoot at her. Her tail stopped wagging as the air of a battle started to weigh on the surroundings.

"Okay, so I'm not getting in quietly. Oh well." She said with a shrug. She knew they were expecting her since this was more of a forceful extraction than a mere stealthy mission. She then took a deep breath before charging forward, heading towards the first guard she saw. They started to shoot and she deployed her shield. This protected her from the oncoming bullets and her constant changing of position made her a hard target to hit. She jumped high into the sky before aiming her right hand down at one of the guards and then a blade shot out, heading towards the guard.

Scarlet would land and another blade would come out and straight onto her hand which now serves as her sword. She would begin slashing and hopefully dicing the guards. One moment she would appear like she was going to strike to the left and the other, she actually struck from the right. She was constantly using her Semblance, Illusion, making it hard for the guards being attacked actually know where she is coming from. Although she kept using it at a bare minimum since she didn't want to get tired so soon after starting a battle. "You know, the Grimm are harder to kill." She pointed out, a small pout on her face as she stopped and waited for another moment to wreck havoc. Besides, she was sure that Ms. Vinca Pinkfresch would appreciate getting some action as well.

[User]
Wolfram Mord | Mountain Glenn - Afternoon > Nightfall

"Huh? Is that a crow...? What's a crow doing inside...?", the soldier's attention was diverted, but watching the crow make eye contact with him was the last thing he saw that night, as he felt a seeping ice dust take into his body and put it into a kind of hibernation. Falling to the floor with a thud standing behind him was Wolfram.

"With a bit of rest and a warm bed, he'll be up again in no time... Now then", he turned to the person strapped to the chair. He finally found his rescue target, he didn't want to question people, he didn't want to give the impression someone was here after all, so it took him a little longer, but he had all the tools he needed anyways.

"Now, I hope you're cooperative, any minute now and the soldiers will realize it's just crows buzzing up the roof sensors", he said as he picked the person up. They were restrained, plus blindfolded and so on. His job wasn't to identify this guy or anything, so he didn't care to undo most of the restraints, just whatever kept them to the chair.

He managed to carry them out, strategic diversions with his crows, and a few needles for neutralization... Well, wasn't actually necessary, on his way in he cleared a route for himself. Soon as he stepped out of the doors though, he could hear that the soldiers were now returning to their original posts, through a comms that he stole... Perfect timing.

By the time they returned to their posts, he was a ways into the woods, and mission accomplished.

"Hmmmm... I wonder how I report this again... Let's see...", with the rescue target just leaned up against the tree he tried to figure out the settings, then soon enough he managed to hit it.

"Oh there we go".


[System]
AKA: The Puppet Master.
Age: 40
Race: Onrilian

Like most Onrilians, Makobi is about a meter tall. Though practically a humanoid child's height, Onrilians are known for being extremely durable, able to pick up more than three times their body weight. He has two stumpy appendages protruding from his skull where extensive auditory canals can pick up on various types of sounds.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Loadmaster/Merchant

Bio: Makobi was exonerated for over 34 counts of illegal interstellar drug/smuggled goods/xeno trafficking and distribution charges, while conspiring with some of the most powerful crime syndicates in the galaxy. He ran an industrial mining and extraction shell corp to blanket his shady business affairs - which is still operating to this day - laundering his money through other subsidiary businesses he owned throughout the galaxy. It was a well-oiled machine that he ran for over a decade, until an anonymous informant tipped off the Galactic Committee of Investigation.

Caught red-handed, he was forced to make a deal. In order to be clear of his charges, not only did he have to sign up with an expedition force, but he also had to rat out the locations of where the major crime syndicates perform their drug operations. All allegations are kept hidden from public record with the exception of an embezzlement charge. Because of the success of his regular businesses, and their association with some major corporations, a deal was made to cover up the books by shifting the blame to Makobi with a trumped up charge. Doing so ushered in new CEOs and board members, all of whom were appointed by those same major corporations and a few Galactic Committee members looking to keep their pockets lined up.

Though Makobi ultimately got shafted from the empire he built from the ground up, he saw the Marauders as a second chance at life. However, old habits die hard, as he often catches himself from making big time moves like the old days.

Personality: The Onrillian knows how to work a crowd. He's bubbly, socially active, and energetic - but not to the point where you feel like you're suffocating. Makobi keeps his cool and is great at reading people, regardless of their race or culture. With such a charming demeanor, you'd never think in a million years that he was once associated with some of the most infamous lords of the criminal underworld.

Equipment:
In the cargo hold and hangar bay, Makobi uses the help of three dock worker drones: Edgar, Allan, and Poe.

Edgar is in charge of scanning and keeping track of inventory, updating lists and compiling projections like expiration dates and temperature demands for each cargo unit. He also calculates estimated trade values for stocked items in surrounding star sectors.

Allan (Top) does all the welding, cutting open, and putting back together of any and all cargo units that need repair or have been damaged. Poe helps with the actual transfer, able to lift around 4,000 kg worth of cargo containers.
Jumping into this suit enables Makaboi to perform regular tasks as if he were 2 meters tall. The cockpit is located right in the suit's chest, but he prefers to keep it open so people can see him.
The LDM 400 is a multipurpose transfer and loading mech, the ideal tool when receiving large shipments. Makobi is a master driver with these, but he needs to have his exoskeleton suit on in order to reach all of the controls.
Other: Makobi is one of the original members of the Marauder crew. He's called The Puppet Master because of his ability to control an exoskeleton suit while efficiently driving and operating an LDM 400 with relative ease. When the Monroe is docked and there are no shipments to inventory, Makobi will set up shop (circumstance permitted) with:
A collapsible and expandable bazaar that has a small bar, restaurant, and trade post that can traverse most terrain. It's a great way to find out about the locals, and also suck them dry of their money via gambling, or auctioning items at a marked up price.

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Makobi's main areas of operation on board the Monroe:

"Alright lemme give everyone a quick tour!"

"So the hangar bay where all ships are stored is the first thing you see when you enter from the rear docking gate. You see the striped floor from the bottom of the picture going to your right, and then swinging left to a lower section? That takes you to the cargo hold.."

"This is where all outbound and incoming shipments are stowed. Not much goes on here, apart from moving a bunch of containers around, but I like to use the space for an occasional pow wow with the crew."

[User]
Jolenar floated idly in his new home. The collective requested the largest room that could be spared to be converted into his tank. No expense was spared to ensure his comfort by the committee, Who were quite eager at the prospect of a Xreene finally volunteering to cooperate with the other species and didn't want to spoil the opportunity for diplomacy.

As it turns out the largest room available to him had to be a special made tank that took up the largest observation lounge on the entire ship. Intended for important ceremonial functions or some such nonsense. It served a far more practical purpose now than merely a place to consume liquor and hold dinner.

Offering it's occupant a very reasonable amount of space(though nothing compared to the literal planet wide ocean he was accustomed), relative safety and a viewing of the stars and the beautiful scenery of deep space. Not merely confined to a cargo hold where boxes and noise were his only company. All human furniture was removed and the habitat itself took up nearly ninety percent of the entire lounge. The rest was taken up by either his dormant robotic suit, powered down onto its haunches and a raised platform that lead directly to a thin podium and a special window that would allow those who desired it, to speak to Jolenar in person. The podium had the necessary hardware to translate the conversation.

Floating freely and lazily in the murky waters as the the text of what was supposedly a great Forgei epic played out from the computer inside the tank. He found the tale rather uninteresting and many of the critical points of plot and development to be predictable. Supposedly this was a much lauded piece of work amongst their kind. Maybe he would have to rethink how much credence he could lend to any Forgei's opinions on artistic tastes.

He was almost thankful when the voice sang through the water and declared the emergency. Giving him the opportunity to collapse the projection of that book. Book marked against picking up again. Tentacles moved gracefully through the murk to swipe and prod at new screens being projected around him.

Elsewhere in the ship the eerily dormant android that had since been standing perfectly still in the mess hall started to move again. It's previous task to record the eating habits of the crew overridden (much to the delight of the crew, who found being watched by a faceless machine while they chewed a little creepy.) and synthetic muscle gave motion to artificial limbs. With a grace that bellied it's existence(but only added to it's creepiness) as a machine it walked straight for the bridge. Most people made way for it, which made it easier and faster to reach it's destination. Those who did not make way were moved aside. They grumbled and one even spit in its direction once she thought it was far enough away not to notice. But their feelings and damaged senses of pride were inconsequential to Jolenar at the best of times. During a declared emergency even less so. If they had to be pushed aside than they shouldn't have been standing in the way of his machine to begin with.

Arriving on the bride the android made its way to the navigation station. Ignoring the existence of the chair which for a humanoid might be a comfort but to a synthetic being only served to be an obstruction. Fingers touched and illuminated strangely designed buttons and controls and soon new coordinates were entered for the Monroe. All without a noise being made from the droid or its operator.

Its hand hovered just millimetres in precise location over the command key. Waiting for the confirmation order to initiate propulsion.

[Assistant]
All he wanted was a sample from the egg. Eggs were easier to get genetics from then from the giant bird thing. It was amazing that a bird of this size could survive in such a planet like this. Giant birds like this should be rare on planets this far from the star it orbited. Logic dictated that this bird should be small. So that was interesting in its self. Then there was the idea of the idea of large bird meant that there had to a complex web of prey animals to support this thing. That meant that the food web was huge and this place was not a wasteland. It meant that the predators had to be rather large too.

All he had done was take a single egg from the nest. There was nothing illegal about it. He wanted to study the egg. It was not that big of a deal but the bird definitely thought that it was a huge deal for stealing the egg. "This thing is just protecting its young! Don't kill it!" He yelled as he hightailed it for the ship. He sighed and pulled the egg out of his bag. He cursed softly to himself as placed the egg in a bush and kept running. he made sure that the bird had seen it.

"Just run! Don't fight it!" He yelled into the radio still running for his life. He did not want to be bird chow. He also had gotten some blood from a little rat looking thing. He could do something with it. He doubted that it was anything useful.

[User]
"Watch your tone, Talley, our big friend might beat you to it." Was all that Talley heard over the com. Damn that human Captain and all of his stupidity!

Once Tahillie had turned around to see what was happening, something jumped onto his back, making him fall face first into the snow. His body stiffen from the contact with the cold substance to the face, he really hated this planet. It was after his face plant into the chilling snow, he heard clicking and squeaks on his back; he really hoped that it wasn't a carnivorous. Whatever was on his back began to climb into his jacket, the scaly appendages were cold as cold can be, but he felt the soft fur of it on his scales shortly afterwards. The small being was warm, considering that the scaly appendages were cold. The thing crawled around in his jacket as it made it's way to his stomach, which he rolled over and opened his coat to see an ape like alien settling down inside of his coat. It seemed to be no more than a foot tall, but with the poofy fur, it made it look bigger. He gave a hard sigh and couldn't care less about the ape creature right now.

Zipping his coat back up, adjusting a little to make sure that the critter would be comfortable, and started to tread his way to the shuttle. Hopefully that Ray, Rae, and the human researcher would be okay. He didn't want to think of the worst. Today was not his day. Once he started to tread in the snow, he heard growls from the tree tops, and glanced up to see a group of the ape aliens. Tahillie remembered reading once from an article of Earthen Life forms and came across the species known as Baboons, and the earth animals in a group were known as a troupe. They would attack anything that harmed or threatened the troupe, and he assumed that these creatures would do the same thing. The troupe, as he tries to count, the numbers were at lease over forty of them sitting in the trees. He opened his coat a little to see that this one was attached to him, even his own thought process failed him at a time like this, he started to run again. This time for the shuttle.

"I fucking hate this planet!" Tahillie yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't bother to say anything to Raymond's order to get to the shuttle. Talley almost completely forgotten about the giant ice bird, booked it across the field, almost running on all fours at this point as this giant troupe of alien apes began to chase after him.

[Assistant]
Makobi watched as the Landslide slipped out of the rear docking gate. Monroe's magnetic field barrier shimmered as the small vessel flew through it. As it did, the barrier made a prismatic ripple effect before returning to its muddy transparency of Planet TXVVB-044. The onrilian gazed at its beauty. TXVVB-044 was like one spherical egg with cloistered bits of rich blue ocean as weather patterns swirled about its natural surface like hazy phantoms. He was elated to know that the ground team was nowhere near the largest storm cloud, which was stuck in perpetual motion on the planet's southern hemisphere. They already had enough on their plate trying to fend off TXVVB-044's wild life. Battling the elements on top of that would just be cruel.

The onrilian half-listened to the ground team's open channel as he motioned over to the hangar's main control console. Makobi could've tapped into the ground team's HUD feeds, but their shaky first person view angles would've given him a headache. Most of the radio chatter was heavy breathing, cursing, and squawking - both from the ice bird, and the poor saps that were running from it. Then he heard the Furtim, Tahille, yell: "I fucking hate this planet!" with what sounded like screaming hominoidea chasing him in the background. It all sounded terribly chaotic. Makobi silently nodded to Logalu of Dice*, thanking the star spirit for his good fortune of being within the safe confines of The Monroe.

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*Logalu of Dice - In Makobi's homeworld, Giom, Logalu is derived from an old tale of an onrilian who sacrificed his own probability of having good luck for the sake of everyone else. When something bad happens, onrilians usually accept it quietly, believing that Logalu is merely overwhelmed by how much bad luck he's carrying on his shoulders, and would like nothing more than to lighten the burden.