[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Who even knows??? (Responds to female pronouns)

Species: Bird-human-mutation.

World of Origin:
Ryann is originally from a world most often referred to as Limbo. If were to be compared to any other world, it would most likely resemble an odd but mysterious mix of Wonderland, Neverland, and a post-apocalyptic present time, all mashed up with a bundle of deadly abominations, and evenly divided over three major islands. The scenery is mostly green, aside from a few spots of ruins or other odd structures (think Scottish highlands). Technology isn't all there, but medicine and hygiene have made their way just fine.

The wild life and people are quite similar to the ones on earth, but occasionally have odd "mutations". These could vary from a weird array of freckles to an entire extra set of functioning limbs to suddenly being able to set things on fire with your mind. The creatures there are even worse, often resembling things from nightmares. The peaceful beings living there call them static, and try their best to stay away from them. It might not be the most peaceful of worlds to belong to, but it can be downright magical at times, and is full of all sorts of unpredictable wonders.
Are you a member of TRIDENT? -
Nope.

Are you one of those seemingly normal people?
Nope. Not on Earth, at least.

Appearance:
Ryann is a small, compact person, standing barely 5'4 and tipping the scale at 110lbs, most of which is very lean muscle. Her general appearance is very androgynous, with short chopped red hair, a square jaw and very pale, rosy skin that is covered in little pale freckles. Her eyes, which people often call black, are actually a very dark brown. Her more unusual trait is a pair of small wings on her back, which fully extend at about 2ft. She can usually be seen wearing skinny jeans and button-ups, preferably with boots of some sort, though she is occasionally fond of dresses and fancier shoes. (Most of her tops have holes sewn into them for her wings).

Abilities:
- Ryann is able to read the winds, and can essentially ride them like a kite. Her wings help with balance and steering.
 She use to be able to call the wind to her in Limbo, but somehow, it just doesn't work that way on Earth.
- Her wings are able to mimic the pattern and shape of any bird she's seen the feathers of before. The process is a bit painful,
 and takes a few minutes to complete, but the variety of wings helps with steering through specific obstacles.
- She has a minor healing factor—minor flesh wounds and sprains should heal completely in about 24 hours, and anything further
 from that (that is not mortal) would take about 1/3 of the time it normally would. Scarring still remains.
- She can talk to birds, and is good at talking them into doing dumb stuff.
- A heightened sense of balance and agility.

Skills:
- Basic outdoor survival skills.
- Knows how to hunt and fish.
- Has a very good memory for directions and locations that she's been to.
- Knows how to make some boss ass cookies.
- Good at working with what she has. Very innovative.

Strengths:
- Speed and reflexes. Very difficult to catch.
- Overly observant and a bit noise sensitive.
- Has a temper hidden somewhere and can act very stubborn.
- Can take quite a beating before it gets to be too much. Built very sturdily.

Weaknesses:
- Can be careless and clumsy sometimes.
- Doesn't like stressful situations and can get overwhelmed easily.
- Isn't horribly strong herself, and never formally learned how to defend herself.
 Anyone trained in basic combat could easily take her down if they got their hands on her.
- Her ability to ride the wind, obviously, requires there to be a breeze. No wind, no power, no flight.
 Even a small breeze will do, although it might not take her as far, it's still ride-able.

Equipment Requests:
- A light knapsack with basic survival gear, and a sleeping bag.
- Pocket knives, and a lot of em. She likes to hide the suckers under her clothing.
- A couple of sketchbooks and some nice pencils.

- Although she didn't mean to drag him along, in her possession currently is a giant stone crab (about the size of a basketball)
 named Roach. He can mimic the color and texture of any object he's touching.
History:
Ryann was born somewhere on the coasts of Limbo, but after losing her parents at 4, was raised by a man named Raphael alongside two older boys, Felix and Emery. None of the children were related to Raphael, and yet somehow he'd come a parent and all of them slowly became a family of sorts. Ryann spent the early years of her childhood mostly trailing after her older brothers and getting into plenty of trouble with them. It was an adventurous childhood that kept her curious and cautious, and always wanting to explore more. You might think this dangerous in such a monster-filled world, but with her brothers alongside her, the three never faced anything they couldn't handle. They were practically inseparable since the age of 8.

A little after Ryann turned 10, she began to mutate for the first time. Her brother's had already long acquired odd traits at the hands of Limbo, so they helped her adjust when her wings suddenly began to sprout from her back, and then again when the winds suddenly swept her off a cliff then twenty feet into the air, like a loose sail caught in a strong gale. It was an adventure, one she'd obviously found a bit more frightening than others, but just as fun.

As the three siblings got older, they began to adventure in their own directions, often only joining one another for meals or when asked. It wasn't that they were growing distant, but more than they were growing independent, and more willing to brave Limbo on their own. That is exactly what Ryann was doing, the day that the rift appeared. She had Roach with her that day, forced to bring him along after he threw a fit about her leaving. Something was bugging him, and she hadn't a clue what it was, so she quietly tucked him away in her bag and let him come along to calm his nerves. She was on one of the steepest ridges towards the coasts, playing on the winds like she often did before dropping into a thick pine tree for a rest.

She only briefly remembers hearing a strange screeching, like large chunks of metal being thrown into an oversized blender and left to ride the distorting winds. It startled her, sure as heck, but not soon enough before a giant dark spot in the sky ripped wide and pulled her in.

Personality: Very energetic and curious, to the point that nothing is off limits once it catches her attention. Being both friendly and open minded, Ryann has never had trouble getting along with others. She's stubborn at times, and doesn't trust other's knowledge of word without proof that they know what they're doing. She can be cautious when the situation calls for it, and has a good eye for detail. If she's asked to help with something, she most likely will, and with honest effort; however, she doesn't enjoy outright dangerous endeavors, and would rather stay neutral during conflicts. She's crappy at remembering names, and often gives out odd nicknames whenever she can't quite recall someone's name.

[User]
Will was taking another look through the bag he'd searched before, quietly watching as the others took their loot and talked. The new group were seemingly as unfamiliar with each other as he and Dzel, furthering driving home the point that the situation was insane. He briefly wondered if he was in shock, after realising he hadn't really registered that one of them had fucking wings.

He noticed that nobody else seemed to be pulling out guns from their backpacks, rather they had things that his one lacked in addition to a standard set of supplies- he was a bit worried that he'd assumed they were all the same, and chalked it down to being shaken by the situation. Will forgot about that, as he found the strange device that he hadn't had time to look at before. He glanced around to see the big guy, Dimitri, doing some literal glowing magic, as he fumbled around for the devices on switch.

Muttering under his breath, Will said "Hope you at least are just some weird technology rather than more of that", as the screen flicked on. He watched curiously as an animation began to play- and the floor beneath him began to shake. The resonating boom roared out, and will froze, the blood draining from his face. His mind went back to being on a ferry from Sakhalin to Sapporo nearing his destination, and seeing the city disappearing a flash of light in the far distance. The mountain shook.

He bolted to his feet, lugging on his bag and spoke "Happening again. Mountain is shaking itself apart, no routes out will be good, all better than staying. Taking tunnels, follow or don't. If you see a flash of light on the horizon, get behind cover and shield your eyes." Will headed for the tunnels and got the fuck out of there, almost like someone with PTSD rooted in nuclear warfare who thinks he's in a nuclear war again. In fact, exactly like that.

He wasn't acting entirely rationally- there wasn't much nearby to nuke- but he was at least acting quickly, and doing a good job of running away.

[Assistant]
Dimitri had nursed the bottle of peach schnapps down to about half way during the time he was laying there recuperating. The veteran only felt slightly fuzzy from the effects of the fruity alcohol but it would have to do for now.

As he laid there others spoke of their homelands and other bits and pieces but it was all foreign to him. He began to long for his homelands once more. the familiar faces of his companions. The curvy sorceress, that brute of a warrior and even the hunter and his thick exotic accent. He missed being in the heat of battle and the long journeys full of nights so dark, the glow of a fire spread far and wide. But most of all, he missed his flask and his mace. The absence of these items made him feel incomplete and he longed to feel the familiar tug of his soul essence as it resonated from the catalysts. He patted at the flask's usual spot on his waste with a sigh. Even the air on Temperance seemed more refreshing than this frigid wasteland.

As expected, Dzel's head drooped after a few moments but still the woman would not succumb to sleep eve after all her wounds and his healing. The monk admired her even more for the way she handled the side effects of his potent healing.
she would definitely prove useful should they be forced into battle and as a feeling of dread flooded into him he was all the more glad that he had spent the time tending to her.

The moment the ground shook William shot to his feet rambling off a number of comprehensible things and bolted towards some tunnels that Dimitri had only just noticed. But he had been preoccupied since the group had found their way inside so it was perfectly acceptable for him not to be fully aware of his surroundings wasn't it?

A few moments later a blood curdling roar erupted from the sky far above and Dimitri watched as Dzel stirred at the sound of the roar. It was a casual stir, no where near the same reaction that William had just displayed. In fact, if the warrior was at all startled by the sound, she made a good show of not revealing it.

"That can't be a good sign now can it" he spoke ominously as he dragged himself to his feet. It took a few minutes for the monk to get the better of the weariness that was threatening to turn his legs to lead. He had exhausted a massive amount of energy to get Dzel back up to the capacity she would need to be worth a damn in a fight, but the rest was up to her to deal with for now.

He glanced around the room at the others, gauging the integrity of the walls at the same time wondering if they would withstand another tremor such as the one they had just felt.

The monk pointed at Williams's back then continued "Who wants to follow William? and who has another idea?" his eyes rested on Dzel again as he met her eyes. "I'm definitely up for suggestions!"

[User]
Ryann was on the edge of pouting after searching several more bags of supplies with little luck on finding Roach. She did find quite the assortment of odd objects that her bag had lacked, like socks or additional food. She found a small set of art supplies, which she silently pulled from the bag for herself—when in a new land, always take what you would use later.

She eventually gave up, making her way back to her own corner of the room with a bit more disappointment on her face. Perhaps she'd simply misheard his chirping? She didn't want to admit to such a mistake, but seeing as there wasn't an overgrown crab blended into any of the scenery here, it had to be true. She began to shove her supplies, as well as the sketchbook and pastels, into her bag now. Without the bulk of her coat, which was now wrapped around her torso, the bag was much lighter and much easier to pack. The only thing left beside her at the end was a neat pile of coat stuffing and torn fabric and the knife she'd used to cut the hole. She slid that into her boot for easier access later.

Then the room began to shake, and in the distance, Ryann could hear something roaring. It sounded angry, like some horrible Static, and made her feathers stand on end. So there was a monster dwelling nearby after all. Her heart skipped a beat while it build up speed, and Will's reaction only added to her anxiousness. Was this place not stable? Were they going to be buried alive if they stayed? And what did he mean by a light on the horizon? Ryann quickly scrambled to her feet, pulling her bag into her chest and looking around at the remaining people in the room.

"I think we should follow him." Ryann answered Dimitri immediately, the panic in her voice quite evident in its volume. "We should leave right now." She reaffirmed and glanced back at the tunnel anxiously. She could practically feel her heart pounding in her feet, urging them to move. The tunnel would lead them outside, right? Will wouldn't run off in a direction that didn't lead them outside, right? She flapped her wings impatiently, trying to re-flatten her spooked feathers. They refused, but she still tried, hoping it would distract her from her panic.


[System]
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Physically Kaori is not too impressive a girl. She stands at a modest five six and doesn't really have any distinguishing features of note. Her most eye-catching feature would likely be her hair which is dyed bright pink and often stylised in a ponytail. When it comes to fashion Kaori likes to think of herself as relatively stylish, she typically sports dresses, but can often be caught in the practice uniform of the school archery club.

Lv: 1
HP: 50 SP: 60
Str: 5 Mag: 7
End: 4 Agl: 5
Luck: 2

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Persona:
Kyohime - Kyohime was a princess who, consumed by the rage of her unrequited love traded her soul for magical powers from the underworld. She used her magic to claim vengeance on the man who spurned her feelings and became worshipped as a goddess, ultimately the legends state that Kyohime turned into a snake demon as a result of her actions and remains in the underworld using her magic to spite men who reject the feelings of women.
Physical Appearance:
Kyohime takes on the appearance of a young woman in a long flowing dark robe. Her face is covered by a visor and a staff floats alongside at all times. She has long flowing black hair and aside from the visor and the fact she is constantly floating looks very much like a regular young woman.
Arcana:
The Priestess
Weapon:
A bow and arrow

Persona:
Kyohime
Str: 2 Mag: 5
End: 1 Agl: 4
Luck: 1
Absorb: None Resist: Fire, Darkness Weak: Ice, Light
Skills:
Dia: Restore a small amount of HP to one ally. 3 SP
Media: Restore a small amount of HP to all allies. 6 SP
Agi: Deal a small amount of fire damage to one enemy. 4 SP

[User]
4/7 Late Afternoon - Silver Dragon Restaurant

The girl Itachi called over was, without a doubt, the cutest I'd seen since I started eating there. Her pink hair felt like something out of an anime, and... Is that... lip gloss? I had all of zero complaints about the way she looked. Eventually, I noticed I was spacing out and snapped out of it. She mentioned a discount as an apology for what just happened with Ame. Makes sense, I guess, in case it hurt their image or something. "Thanks for the offer. No apologies needed, though. I just hope whatever's going on with Ame settles soon." Lessee here... With ramen as cheap as it is today... Guess I'll go with that. "Anyway, I'll have a bowl of Shio Ramen, please."

"You said your name's Kaori, right? Nice name, it suits you... Wait a sec..." That name sounded a bit too familiar in my head. Wasn't there some top student or someone by that name...? Don't tell me... "Kaori... As in Kaori Matsushida? Aren't you the school's archery champ?" The girl had certainly earned her fair share of whispers around the school about her skills. I'd always thought she was the prim and proper type, though. Hard to believe someone like that would put on lip gloss and whatnot outside of school. "This really is a small town, huh? Oh, uhm... Sorry, Senpai. Anyway, any idea what's going on with Ame? I asked Itachi, but he didn't seem to know much besides her seeming a bit off lately. What about you?"

[Assistant]
4/7 Early Morning - Maki-Maki Residence

Pain. It's a beautiful sensation.
The crimson sheen that blood glistens, aged like fine wine, drips from the wrist of the wicked, coating the edge of the blade in red.
Koi was in ecstasy. The feeling of a slit wrist felt just right... It always served as a wonderful means of sharp, painful pleasure. Although it never lasted long, her senses would always be overwhelmed when exposed to the will of the blade, and it's urge to cut, thin and slow.

Blood.
It dripped from her arm to the waiting old towel below. It served it's purpose well, claiming the blood of the unholy, to be used for the coming ritual. She couldn't help but grin as she began to imagine what kind of devilish scheme she could come up with using this blood. Perhaps a summoning of an ancient demon? Or perhaps something to bring misfortune to the people of her school? Or maybe even luck to herself? When it came to the occult, Koi's imagination went wild!

Koi Maki-Maki was the sole member of the Occult Investigation Club: a formerly official school club turned unofficial when it's members were no longer able to keep up it's practice. She, herself, was a hardcore occult addict, and loved all things creepy or messed up in the world. One could say she was a perfect imitation of ruin and mischief, causing excitement wherever she went!

Well, excitement for herself.

As the crisp morning air set in she could sense the faint tingling from her arm begin to run dry, and so she quickly swept up the remaining red liquid with speed and precision. She knew all the right places to sweep, starting at the edges and steadily making her way to the center, before covering the wound and cleaning it with a splash of water. Obviously not holy, because holy water was blessed by the so-called "gods" of this realm, and she didn't want to be tainted with their goodness.

Wrapped finally with a bandage disguised as a charm, and she reverted to her... less sadistic self. Laying back down on her bed, Koi sighed softly as she stared up at the ceiling, staring at the bandage which now protected her arm from outside dangers. She noted that it would likely look cute to some, though she wasn't big on cute things...
... At least not publicly, anyway.
As her arm began to feel tired, she gave it the comfort of rest by cuddling up to one of her many pillows. This specific pillow had absorbed many a shed tear from Koi, acting as the Maki-Maki girl's only real comfort against those around her. However, it hadn't seen any tears from Koi in quite awhile. She'd learned how to stop crying, how to stop caring.
Koi learned how to be numb.

'Imbeciles...' She thought to herself, as her mind became wrought with tormenting memories. 'They're all just idiots... The lot of them...! They didn't know what I was going through... they didn't even care! I hate them. I hate them! I despise them so much I could kill them...!'

... It wasn't uncommon for Koi's mind to turn in the direction it presently was. It was hard to be anything else, if you'd lived a life of suffering like she had. Koi had nobody to talk to about these things, and so... she'd often let it build up inside. It would lead to yet another slit on her wrist, and everything would begin all over again...

She left the knife on the desk, in case she felt she needed it again.

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4/7 Late Afternoon - Maki-Maki Residence

Koi awoke to the sound of her mother banging on the door.

"Koi? We don't have much money for food, so we're going to eat out tonight at the Silver Dragon. Apparently everything is really cheap tonight!" Despite the slight stumble in her speech, Koi's mother sounded quite excited. It was a rare pleasantry, and Koi was more than thankful of the divines for blessing upon her a happy mother this night. Her mind thought it was due to the blood sacrifice she'd made earlier - a sign of a good harvest. In truth, her mother was actually happy that they could get some cheap food for once.

Koi's mother left without another word, heading to her room to get ready, no doubt. Koi herself made no attempt at letting her mother know she'd be coming, since she had a feeling she already knew. After all, disobeying mother was like a death wish.
Especially if she were intoxicated.
Although only slightly, Koi could tell her mother had taken to a shot of alcoholic beverage. Although alcohol was said to be one of Satan's creations to sway the minds of men, Koi couldn't help but disagree. Wine, and other such alcoholic beverages, as Koi had hypothesized, was invented by Christ as a means of swooning them over to the side of god. It only helped their case that the intoxication could make persuasion even more effective on mortals...

She was already dressed, naturally in black, with her dress making her look more like some European noblewoman than anything else. Or an evil bride. Regardless, she didn't quite care. If others stared upon her magnificence and couldn't comprehend her choice, well, that was their misfortune.
She hesitated when she was about to leave. There was one thing she just couldn't leave home without:

Her journal.

Deftly she took the book from its resting place on the desk, and with that, she headed out...

[User]
4/7 Late Afternoon - The Silver Dragon Restaurant

Not only was the boy cute, but he was also very nice. While some of the customers decided to kick up a fuss about the commotion with Ame, this customer was nice enough to just peacefully let it breeze over him. The waitress shifted from side to side as the boy looked over the menu and when he decided on a bowl of Shio Ramen Kaori smiled and nodded.

"Coming right up!" She responded cheerfully. Kaori was about to hand his order over to the kitchen when he commented on how her name suited her before she could stammer out a 'thank you' he suddenly looked consumed in thought. The lightbulb in his head went off as he connected the dots that she was Kaori Matsushida. That confirmed that they went to the same school then and he called her Senpai so Kaori knew she must be older than he was, but she still couldn't help turn a little red at his comment.

"I-I think champ might be too strong of a word. I just take part in competitions is all. Thank you though, it's nice to be appreciated. So, since you know my name it's only fair I get to know yours! I've seen you around once or twice. Doesn't your family run the local dojo?"

The topic turned to Ame and all Kaori could do was shake her head with concern. "I'm afraid I don't know either. Everything seemed normal until just now. She was acting a little weird, she said she was going to go to the city and start her own restaurant. She offered me a job. Of course, I'm not going to take it but it was so strange. She even gave me this lipgloss to remember her by but…we weren't really all that close." Kaori caught herself as she realised she was starting to go off on a tangent.

"Sorry! You probably don't care about all that, huh?" She apologised to the boy. Suddenly it felt like the heat of a thousand suns was drilling into the back of her head and as she looked back she noticed the other waitresses were staring – red hot envy apparent.

"I better get your order into the kitchen, you've got a bit of a fan club here. They're nice girls, if you're looking that is." She whispered and with a playful wink went to hand in his order. Of course, she didn't make it further than the counter before she was bombarded by the two other girls looking for details.

"Well! You took a long time."

"Did he give you his number? Did he ask for yours?"

"Is he single? Does he have a girlfriend? He does, doesn't he? All the cute ones do!"

"Does he have a crush on anyone?"

"Um, sorry I didn't ask."

"What do you mean you DIDN'T ask?"

"If you weren't flirting then what WERE you doing."

"Relax ladies, I was taking his order – y'know almost like a waitress. Then he asked what went on with Ame and I told him I don't know. That's it."

"Are you sure? I'm serving him the next time he comes in!"

"Feel free."

"You better not be holding out on us Kaori if, if you start dating the cute customer boy we're making you work all the weekend shifts!"

"That's all! I promise. But he's a pretty friendly guy, why not go over and talk to him yourselves?"

The two girls peered over Kaori's shoulder and seemed to be eyeing the boy up and down; almost like he was a piece of meat. Kaori was almost shocked at her co-worker's lack of tact, they may as well just ask him to strip at this point. She mentally rolled her eyes at the fact neither even seemed to be interested enough to ask his name. But it didn't take long for their gaze to shift from Akatsuki's table to the doorway. Not another cute boy – there was no guarantee the girls would be able to function.

"Oh. My. God."

Turning around to see what the fuss was all about Kaori found herself equally shocked. A woman had come in with her daughter, which seemed ordinary enough, but the girl had a very…eye-catching sense of style. She was dressed in mostly black and the style of the dress wasn't exactly modern – in fact, Kaori wasn't sure that they even sold dresses like that in regular clothing stores. She was almost curious about how the girl came to obtain since Hinasho wasn't exactly renowned for its choice of fashion outlets. None of them could quite break away their gaze as Itachi got them sat at a table and offered them both menus. The girls all stared for a moment before Kaori realised that nobody else was rushing to serve them. Making her way over with a friendly smile on her face and trusty notepad in hand – she refused to be deterred. Just because this girl dressed differently than she did was no assertion on her character. She didn't look bad, she kind of looked like one of those ancient gothic queens found in literature – the ones who killed had their lovers killed if they displeased them. Judging from the girl's appearance she'd probably appreciate that comparison, but Kaori didn't fancy being slapped across the face if she was wrong so she decided to keep the comment to herself.

"Welcome to the Silver Dragon! We're having an offer tonight; thirty percent off every menu item. It's also half off for all the ramen bowls too, so if you're looking to make a steal then start there. We also have our challenge bowl! A massive bowl of meat, noodles and dumplings – made with a special blend of spices and our secret sauce. Finish the whole thing within an hour and it's free. What can I get the two of you?" Turning to the young woman she decided she would attempt to engage in some friendly conversation. "Cool dress, by the way."


[System]
Rank: Private First Class
Age: 21
Sex: Female

Appearance:
Height: 168cm
Weight: 68kg
Known Medical conditions: None

Bio: Sif, born on the world of Wendell, was forced to play heavy a lot compared those born on other planets. Wendell has a gravity heavier than many other planets, forcing the inhabitants to evolve to adapt to these heavier gravities and objects. Because of this, Wendell produced great engineers and even soldiers. Sif herself joined into the space military at the age of 19, and after taking part in a pair of battles and a few fights over rules on board a ship, was moved to the position of an MP (military police).

How you got here: Sif was in the process of removing a member of personel who did not want to leave the bridge from the bridge. Her ward (person she was escorting out) was sucked into the void once the ship was hit, before the emergancy deflector sealed the breach, leaving her on the bridge.

[User]
Arica lay slumped over her console only semiconscious her vision still blurry as she tried to regain her breath. Everything was going in and out of focus though she didn't need to see anything to tell that everything had gone to pot with the smell of electrical fires and charred flesh filling the air. Finally managing to lift her up head up she looked around her sight no longer blurry she saw the sheer and utter devastation that had befallen the bridge. Arica had to slide out of the gap between her chair and console as the chair was wedged in place by debris. The only good thing about this situation was the ship still had some life in her but how much was yet to be determined.
"Helmsman Arica reporting in condition minor injuries medical assistance not required" she sounded off as she checked over her body to find only minor scratches and a bump on her head where she had hit the console when she passed out.

After a few moments of looking she couldn't find a working console that wasn't unoccupied so she decided to comfort and help the injured as best she could. She began checking the pulse of anyone who might still be alive. Some unfortunately on closer inspection had the backs of their head missing or a jagged piece of metal in their backs. However what was truly horrifying were the people who looked like they should be dead but somehow still clung to life. Arica knelt down next to a man who's console had clearly blown up in his face as his eyes were shredded and he had a large piece of his console imbedded in his chest.
"Hello is someone their" the man said weakly.
"Yes don't worry I'm here... the medic will be with you shortly your going to be just fine" she said pausing finding it hard to lie to him as she didn't know how long it would be or if he was going to make it.
"I can't see and my legs I can't feel them... what's wrong with me" he said in a slightly raised voice.
"We won't know until the medic arrives" Arica replied not wanting to tell him about his condition. She signalled the medic to come over pointing down to the injured man not wanting to say anything as it might panic him.

[Assistant]
After having slung three broken limbs and sealing five lacerations, Layette jogged over to Arica and the injured man. She stared solemnly at the man for a brief moment, looking him up and down. His eyes and mot of his face was burned and lacerated, reparable, but only in the surgery bay. A large shard of console was jutting from his chest and bleeding profusely. Not in the right position to hit the heart, but might have punctured his lung. A quick inspection of the bloody spittle around his mouth confirmed this. She sighed softly and looked to Arica. Saying nothing, she shook her head before turning her attention back to the man, a young corporal.
"Relax, corporal." She said, calmly and firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his arm. "I am CMO Mackinyre. Please hold still. I am going to give you an injection."
She removed a needle gun from her medkit and placed it against the soft flesh of his forearm. There was a soft hiss of CO2 and as she removed the needle the corporal slumped in his seat, unconscious.
"I am afraid that is all I can do for him." She said to Arica.

[User]
Alistair groaned, slumped over in his chair as life slowly returned. Following on the heels of that was a wince at the throbbing pain in his head which did not make things pleasant, to say the least. And as if that wasn't enough, the room seemed unusually dark once he had opened his eyes, even with the emergency lights to add to the illumination. At least the warning klaxons weren't going off and making things worse.

Shaking his head for a bit, and wincing against the pain that raised, he looked around to see others in motion, the rest of the bridge crew apparently recovering from what had happened as well. He was just glad that he had buckled in, so as to not be thrown across the room by the sudden impact, or something like that. That wasn't the sort of thing he needed for his day, that was for sure.

"Ugh....I'm alright," he called, forgetting to identify just who he actually was. He had more important things on his mind. His attention returned forward to the flickering console in front of him, and he reached forward to try and mess with it, see if he could restore some life to it. He got that far, before the throbbing in his shoulder intensified, preventing him from a full range of motion no matter how much he tried.

So after a pause, he posted an addendum to what he had said. "Actually, something's wron-ahhh, with my arm." A hiss escaped in the process, indicating his current state. "My terminal's broken too." Well then, this was a fine mess wasn't it?

[Assistant]
Once recovered, as well as she could, anyway, Sif blinked out dark spots in her vision, and began to make a mental checklist in her head and check it off. The checklist had nothing to do with the current situation, not with anything around her at the time. It was just a simple checklist of things she wanted and had to do for the day. This was her technique for calming herself, and she had used it since the first time she had looked down from the top of her friend's apartment building's penthouse balcony. The insane height of the balcony had made her quite nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Sif climbed to her feet and, upon realizing that no threat was going to pop up and start shooting from some unseen boarding, she returned her sidearm to it's holster. "Private first class Sif Artii, reporting status green!" She calls out, before moving to see who was up. Her first instincts were to move closer to the ship's second in command, wanting to defend him, as it appeared the captain was no longer within the ship. However, when she came to a proper decision, she moved over to CMO Macintyre. "Do you need assistance with the wounded, ma'am?" She asks her, after a quick salute.

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Already busy with removing a shard of metal from a private's thigh, Layette didn't bother with the formalities of a salute and simply nodded, gesturing her over.
"Hold her leg down, private." She said, grasping the shard of metal in one hand and a strip of synthskin in the other she waited for Sif to hold the leg in place before she pulled the shard out in a single motion. The woman cried out and Layette pressed the synthskin over the wound, discarding the bloodied metal scrap as the synthskin began to adhere over the wound.
"Thank you, private Artii." Sh said, wasting no time getting to her feet. She paused a moment to take stock of her medical supplies. The initial chaos had used up almost half of them, most people being either only minorly wounded, or beyond the help of a first aid kit. The only thing she was nearly out of was sedative.
"I am going to need to get to the medbay if I am to treat any more severe injuries." She said.

[Assistant]
Derek nodded and turned around to get a good view of the mess that was the brige. He could see a few dead bodies there heads caved in like it was paper. They where the lucky one's. He then spotted the first of the unlucky one's. He saw a man his guts all over the floor. He looked pale and Derek knew he would't live long. He walked over to the poor sob and grabbed his gun. Luckily for him he was unconscious so his last seconds would not be that of fear. He aimed at the mans head and pulled the trigger.The gun sound echoed through the brige and someone started to scream.
Derek sighed knowing that everyone would panic if he kept up like this." Alright everyone listen up. If i see someone who is not save able i will shoot a bullet through his skull. Now you might be thinking that that's inhuman but i'm not gonna let these poor man suffer." He then started to walk around looking for some sorry sod who he had to put down.

[User]
As the shot rang out, Layette's attention focused squarely on him, brow furrowed. She stormed up to him and grabbed his arm firmly, staring him down.
"Stay your weapon! What the hell do you think you're doing, sergent Hogan?" She barked.

[Assistant] "Yes, ma'am. Pleasure to be of-" Instincts cut in as soon as Sif heard the shot, her hand darting for her gun before whipping it up, safety off, pointed straight in the direction of Sergeant Hogan. However, she noted that miss Layette managed to get to him first. This didn't stop her lowering her gun, though. In fact, it made her more protective, her aim always wavering to any point of Derek that wasn't shielded by the Lieutenant-commander. "Sergeant Hogan, you are breaking section eleven part thirty-one of the SNMRG (space navy military regulations agreement) by firing your weapon intentionally or unintentionally at an injured member of the space navy. I therefore order you to put down your weapon," Sif demands, her aim no longer wavering, sighted straight at his chest.

[User]
Yay wondered what God saw fit in giving them this fortune. Was it for teaching an important lesson? To forge relations for life? Or the almighty one was so bored, he couldn't think of anything else, and amused itself with their suffering? Nonetheless the bridge was in a terrible state. He felt really sad for the medic as he took in all the details of the situation. One medic to dozens of wounded. His muscles tightened and relaxed as Derek shot the poor soul. At least they won't suffer any longer.

But not everyone appreciated this effort. Both the MP and the medic stopped him. What a fucking commktion. This was exactly his problem with soft people. When someone makes a hard decision their will falters, but they themselves are too weak to make sacrifices. Even if that means killing other people. He slowly walked over to them and pressed down the MP's gun. "At ease! No need to shed more blood! Derek is doing the best of his abilities to help the others. If you would have your gut outside of your body, wouldn't you appreciate a bullet to the head? I dont care about military rule now, we should act humane, not civilized. As far as I see things have gone shit, so lower your weapon goddamnit!" His eyes were fierce and he gazed right into the woman's eyes. Which was no small feat with the height difference between them.

[Assistant]
Layette stepped back from Derek, releasing his arm. She looked toward Yay and hesitated a moment before addressing him.
"With all due respect, commander Yay, as Chief Medical Officer aboard this vessel the wounded are under my direct care. I have already sedated many of those who cannot be saved. There is nothing else that can be done for them without intensive surgery but I have already ensured that they will die painlessly. This kind of brutish execution is unnecessary."

[User]
Derek was about to give mercy to another wounded when someone grabbed his arm.
Supprised he looked into the eyes of none other than docter Layette. Who for some reason did not realise the situation they where in. Before he could say something
Sif aimed a gun at him and told him to stand down. And before he could respond to that the now newly promoted to captain mr Yay aimed his gun at Sif. Not even two minuets in and they where already trying to kill eachother. Atleast Layette got the idea as she released him stating that she was in charge of the wounded. Aplogies miss but this wasn't execution. Killed that man out of mercy nothing more nothing less. He then looked at Sif and said. Honey could you please lower the gun?"

[Assistant]
Yay couldn't stand being adressed by his name. Not even his friends called him Yay. He hated when people called him like that. Especially arrogant people. He pushed the MP's arm away and turned to the medic.

"Doc I understand you want to save them all. But you cannot! You should use the sedative meds on those who can be saved, and let us use bullets on those who cannot be! This is a warship not an ambulance, so I am sure we have plenty more bullets than medical supplies. If we waste all the meds who knows when will we get new ones. If we waste bullets, there is probably one right around the corner!" He was enraged, and he probably sounded like a ferocious beast. But he didnt care. Intimidation is the best way to end a battle before it even starts. "Doctor there is a guy in pain just across the room. Will you let him live in vain just cause you wasted all the sedatives on those who will die anyways? Can't you see the bigger picture?

[User] "I am doing the same thing with sedative that you're doing with ammunition, sir." Layette said, her usual poe faced expression giving way to a slight snarl. "If these men are going to die, they deserve to dies peacefully sedated, not terrified with a gun to their heads." She turned on her heel and crossed the room to the aforementioned injured man, tending to his injuries.

[Assistant] Sif's gaze turned up to the Second-in-command as her gun was lowered by him. She listened and watched as he tried to glare her into submission. She glared back. She knew that she could beat him, no matter what difference in muscle, height or whatever they had. Everything was heavy where she came from, which was why her 9mm was modified a little to weigh a bit more and make it easier for her to handle. Once her arm was released, and Yay had turned away, Sif took two steps backward, to get distance from him, and then raised her weapon, aimed straight at his back. Though the LC apparently had submitted, Sif was not yet ready. "Sir, you have broken section thirteen part twelve of the SNMRG by ordering the ballistic execution of fellow crewmen without a lawful reason to do so," she says in a loud voice. "Stand down."


[System]
Alias - Ferro Lad

Age - 19

Powers/Primary Skills - Organic Iron Transformation- Ferro has the superhuman ability to convert the tissue of his entire body into an organic Iron. He is able to transform into this armor-like state at will. After transforming into Iron he possesses vast superhuman strength and is invulnerable to most forms of bodily harm.

Weaknesses - No Anchoring Ability- Ferro is unable to anchor himself to the floor, meaning he is easily thrown around.

No Formal Combat Training- Ferro relies mostly on brute force when fighting. As a result, Ferro lags behind better trained fighters. His speed when in combat is abysmal when compared to a trained opponent or ally.

Brief Bio - Andrew Nolan and his twin brother, Douglas, were born with severely deformed faces. Horrified, their mother, Mary Nolan, a famous stage actress, abandoned them. Left in the care of an unscrupulous scientist called "Doc 30", he escaped as a teenager while Douglas remained behind. As a result of this experience, both Douglas and Andrew gained the ability to transform into living iron, from which Andrew took his name (Fe is the periodic table designation for Iron). After Braniac 5's betrayal, Ferro Lad rejoined with the remaining members of the Legion to protect them and perhaps find his brother once again.

[User]
Pano had been walking along peacefully enough with the group until he nearly tripped over himself at the sound of the explosion emanating from a trash can. He decided to pay it no mind as it seemed it had been the Daxamite who had caused the issue and him simply being from Daxamite was an excuse enough to be ill-equipped to handle some of the foreign technologies that Earth had to offer.

Momentum adjusted his pace so that he was walking beside Bulk Lad. Pano felt an innate bond with Dai simply due to their common interest in superheroes and this made Dai one of Pano's closest teammates, though wether this held true with Dai as well had yet to be seen.

"In all honest" Pano whispered to Dai "I'll bet those other recruits just got lost or had somewhere else to be. Not everything is overly complicated or the fault of Brainiac 5." Pano said, letting his two cents on the matter be heard by his closest company. Pano was very flustered about Brainiac betraying the Legion since on the one hand he didn't know the former hero very well and as such didn't have any first hand personal ties to him but when Pano used to watch the Legion's escapades in heroics, he wouldn't even be able to imagine them without the team's local egghead. Pano was hurt on a deeply emotional level by the hero's betrayal but he still had a sliver of hope for the rouge robot. Lately Pano had been using his what free time he had looking through all of the data the HQ still had on Brainiac in the hopes of finding someway to bring him back to the path of righteousness though so far Pano hadn't found anything substantial yet.

[Assistant]
When the trash can popped like a firecracker near Dai the Gluconian in the team to jump slightly. He had been a bit on edge lately, hearing the news about the others having trouble arriving made Dai more paranoid about what was going on. Rokk's silence on the subject wasn't helping. If there was something that Dai didn't like, it was the feeling of not being told something he should know.

When Pano leaned over, whispering about how his thought that the team were simply lost, Dai groaned a bit. Looking as lean and mean as he usually does when he hasn't eaten in a while. The clothes he had on were from Earth, so they didn't have the stretch most Gluconian stuff has. Meaning if he had eaten with the others at Big Belly Burgers he would most likely be ripping out of said clothes. It was partly that, he was never very impressed with Big Belly in general. They expanded out to Glucona but ran into controversy considering their name on a planet of people who essentially are food balloons ran into issues. That, and the more refined palliate of Gluconians made the expansion a bust.

"You sure?" Dai responded leaning back, "I mean I've never met Stargirl, but her getting lost doesn't sound right at all." He knew Pano had been taking a keen sense to Brainiac 5, in particular saving the robot mastermind from himself essentially. Something Dai didn't honestly think was either possible, or even at this rate reasonable. "I mean it might be case by case, but really man its hard not to think Brainiac's got a hand in it somehow."

Pano and Dai had really developed a friendship ever since the team really began to be formed. It was their mutual love of superheroes and just generally nerdy behavior that brought the two together. Especially when Dai and Pano have both spent time geeking out over one another's collections of memorbilia and other things. "If it was just them being lost or having a change of heart Cosmic Boy would tell us right?" Dai asked Pano.

[User]
Isaak was walking around downtown metropolis with the other members of the legion and in civilian clothing as they looked about the thriving city. This world was very different from Zornia, it was more hectic and diverse in life. He liked earth and living on the planet, but he still missed his home world despite his people's feelings about him being a half breed. Isaak's attention was turned to Sol when he asked him about his symbol on his costume.

"I don't want to copy the Superman symbol. The design looked cool and I think it is different enough from the S shield" he said to the Daxamite as they walked through downtown.

"So what's next on the list agendas for our little club?" he asked the Daxamite curious to hear his response.

[Assistant]
On a street in downtown Metropolis, there was an old fashioned video arcade. "Old fashioned," here meaning "cheap." They didn't have any of the latest games, many in fact being nearly a thousand years old(the hardware long since replaced, but the game itself remaining unchanged). The upshot was, if you didn't mind the lack of modern neural feedback, it was a very affordable place for a gamer on a budget.

Tommy Tinker was one of these. His home computer could play many games, but was very bare-bones and had no virtual reality capacity. Here at Old Code, he could play on the old fashioned goggles-and-toggles VR for quarters on the hour. Today, however, his quarters were being put toward charitable use.

Tommy was standing, arms crossed with his hand on his chin in a thoughtful gesture, looking at the display screen as a younger human girl wore the goggles.

"It's not like the game pad on Mortal Kombat or Tekken, Sylvia," he was telling her as her avatar on screen took another hit from her opponent. "You have to move your feet," though she couldn't see, he demonstrated, perhaps subconsciously, a quick step as if avoiding a blow in a fistfight.

"I keep forgetting!" Her stress was rising as her health bar lowered. In a moment, her avatar fell down, lying on the ground with a view of the man across the ring moonwalking in victory.

"It's alright!" Tommy fed another quarter into Punch Out Classic VR, "Here, Smokin' Joe is a tough opponent anyway. Try Brian Sutherland, he goes down easy."

She made her selection and was soon swinging her arms at nothing, while her avatar landed punches on her mulleted contender. "Feet," Tommy breathed, and she shuffled sideways in time to avoid Brian's swing. Another punch and he went down. Sylvia jumped for joy and pulled the goggles off. Though it wasn't necessarily an impressive showing, a couple of nothing-better-to-dos had gathered and gave her an encouraging cheer.

"Nice! Try Ali next, he'll show you how to move your feet for real. Here," he dropped a handful of quarters into her hand, "You're on your own, I've got a high score to beat on Guitar Hero 13."

Some of the crowd, casual acquaintances of Tommy's, followed him, while a few others stayed to play cheerleader for Sylvia's next bout. After a quick count of his quarters, Tommy realized he'd only left enough for two tries. He shrugged, it was alright. He'd just have to beat it in one.

In a moment, he was shredding on the little plastic guitar.

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The group of young heroes continued walking through downtown Metropolis taking in all the sights. Sol was the most in awe, despite living on Earth for a little while now he still wasn't used to being around so many aliens. In all seriousness Momentum actually made him feel the most awkward, even though they've been chatting off and on the last few days like the best of friends. Sol was calling himself Ultra Boy on the other side of the United States in Coast City when Cosmic Boy found him. Metropolis is about three times the size of Coast City with about six times as many people. Working as a peacekeeping force for the United Planets came with some benefits in the form of personal credit cards. Sol's new wardrobe was already twice what it was back on Daxam.

"I'm starting to love this city. No wonder Superman called it home. Anybody wanna go see his statue in Centennial Park?" Sol asked no one in particular.

About time the group made it's way to a shopping mall noises could be heard from one of the more old school arcades. Most of the team paid it no mind, however there was a man walking through the mall that had a strange look about him. As he approached a food stand it was clear the girl working at the eatery knew the man.

"You wanna choose a life of making pretzels in this city over me? Do you have ANY idea where I was gonna take us Seline?" he screamed as a little electricity flickered in his eyes.

Lights began flickering off and on as some burnt out or burst from too much electricity going into them. It was clear he had to be stopped, and it would seem most of the Legion had already got beyond earshot of the troubled young man. The arcade, as well as a certain someone, was just next door....

~KL~

[Assistant]
"Well- I mean maybe they didn't notify Cosmo. Maybe its just a really big coincidence that we were the only ones to show up AND the other haven't contacted us yet." Pano proposed in a hopeful manner. He was beginning to doubt his own theory but he still held onto the idea that the others were alright because if Brainiac 5 had the power to kidnap some veteran heroes plus some promising candidates for the Legion of Super Heroes then what chance was there that the current group could take him out. Pano was brought out of his train of thought by the Daxamite, Sol, asking if the group wanted to visit the Superman statue.

"Shlashg yeah!" Pano called out as he shot his fist into the air and quickly brought it down in excitement. Even with all of his speed, Pano still hadn't gotten around to visiting all of the amazing superhero locals around the city.

[User]
The epic shredding climax of Wyrmsquad's masterpiece, Beyond the Burning Plain was overshadowed by some screaming from next door. At first, Tommy turned his head, his fingers still clicking away at the plastic guitar's buttons by muscle memory, but when he missed a note and his point streak died, he handed the guitar to one of the few bystanders who was still more interested in the game than the scene that was developing nearby. In a moment even those who wanted to keep playing their games had no choice, as the power flickered and all of the consoles reset. A crowd was gathering by the window to try to see sideways at the man who was accosting some girl who was just trying to mind her own business at work.

Tommy looked about and saw nobody trying to help. In fact, as energy seemed to arc off of the man, many seemed to think they had better places to be just now, and only the bravest of voyeurs remained. If only there were something more he could do, he was on his way to the phone in the back of the store to call the police. But how long would it take them to get here? If only… if only it were true. The power that the talking cat had given him, or that he had dreamed about. It knocked about at the back of his head.

But this was it, he realized. This was true moment the cat had meant, when he could help someone with more than mere generosity. All he had to do was say that word… he looked around self consciously. No one was looking at him. If it didn't work, if it wasn't true, no one would see for him to be embarrassed.

He put the phone down and called out.

"Shazam!"

The effect was instantaneous. Lightning struck from the sky, passing through the building's roof and all of its levels without harming them, and left not Tommy Tinker standing there, but a full grown man. He was tall, and he was strong, and he didn't waste more than a second. He became a green blur, passing incredibly fast, yet gently, through the crowd, to come to rest mere inches from the aggressive, yelling man. A hand on the man's shoulder stopped his raving in its tracks, and he turned around, wild eyed, to face the alien hero with all the confidence of a man newly come to his powers.

Tommy spoke over him before he got a word out, completely ignoring the small arcs of lightning that were passing from the man's body to his own. "I think the best thing for you to do is walk away, friend."

[Assistant]
As Tommy cried out, Andrew felt his heart sink.

"I'm starting to regret coming back." He muttered to himself as he undid his cuffs and loosened his tie. "Hey, if I'm going to fight, I might as well look good doing it. I'll be right back, don't hurt yourselves while I'm gone." He stated calmly, turning to the arcade and rushing over, his suit jacket trailing behind him.

Oh boy, I'm actually looking forwards to this, get out some aggression, take my mind off the missing ones, maybe show some punk kid that superpowers don't make you invincible, unless your power is invincibility... oh god is his power invincibility? I can't handle that right now. Andrew closed with the shop quickly, though he had even more quickly begun to think that he had been a little impulsive.

Entering the shop, he approached the two superheroes with a raised eyebrow, though it was invisible to anyone but himself. Two metas? I can feel my resolve weakening. Andrew thought to himself as the darker man flinched away from the other, larger hero. His hands quickly transformed to metal, prepared for any form of attack.

"What's going on in here?" Andrew said, breathing deeply due to his short run. He turned sideways and lifted one hand to his chest, the start of a fighting position. He looked at the green-clad hero intrigued. The power radiating from him could be felt very strongly, even by Andrew, who possessed no natural energy-sensing abilities.

"Listen, both of you, I can tell that you're both very powerful, and I don't wish to antagonize the either of you, but if you could please take this conflict elsewhere, I don't want anyone getting hurt," Andrew pleaded. Though his words rang true about the green-clad one, he was simply appeasing the less-powerful one, he had no worries about that one's combat ability.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:
Stands at about 5'8". Lithe build, with some toned muscle in the arms and legs. Tends to wear typical adventuring gear that doesn't stand out, favoring hooded cloaks with light armor underneath. Hair falls down below her shoulders naturally, but she ties it up in a ponytail most of the time.

Personality:
Distant, pragmatic, and calm. At least, that's the image Kayliss tries to give off. She's successful at it most of the time too. But underneath that lies a streak of pride and patriotism. Kayliss defines herself by her role as a royal blade, taking pride in her skills and being firmly behind whatever cause the Veltian throne dictates. Being an assassin for the crown is all she had from the moment she was recruited for training, and that purpose gives her surety. She has adapted this mentality to her service with the Lions, viewing it as an extension of her previous work and overseer.

Of course, if she needs to, Kayliss can fake whatever personality she thinks will suit her purposes. Part of infiltration is social stealth, after all, and she is familiar enough with most aspects of Veltian society to pass off as either a commoner or a noble, able to move in whatever circles she needs to.

However, as of late, Kayliss's motivation has taken a new direction: the search for truth, and vengeance after that. She seeks to find out exactly who was responsible for the destruction of the royal assassins, and why. Her life and purpose had been upended, and she would have satisfaction over it, one way or another.

Brief Backstory:
Born in the slums of Meridian, Kayliss was a parentless urchin for much of her childhood, quickly learning basic thievery simply to survive. That was, until she'd picked the wrong target. Or the right one, depending on the point of view.

The man in question she'd tried to pickpocket turned out to be a handler for Velt's royal assassins. An orphan child from the slums with decent stealth skills for someone with no training whatsoever was exactly the right kind of person for him to mold into another sneak for the good of the kingdom, and over the next few years, he did so, taking her on in the unit as a new recruit and putting her through hellish training. Over the years, Kayliss learned the work of an assassin, training in stealth, combat, and infiltration. Despite the difficulty of the curriculum, she stayed regardless. For one, it was a roof over her head and constant hot meals. Plus, the training gave her something she never felt like she'd had before: a purpose. Doing something for a cause instead of just to survive just felt...right.

After years of training, Kayliss began her work in earnest before she'd even become an adult. The career of a royal blade in the field didn't tend to last long, but she beat the odds and served with distinction for years. That was, until it all came crashing down. Some time ago, she returned from a mission on the country's border only to find the assassins' compound burnt to the ground, with every assassin within slaughtered. Only those who had been on deployment at the time of the attack survived, and there had been very few of those. The survivors of the massacre scattered to the four winds, with some fleeing to other countries and others disappearing into the criminal underworld.

As for Kayliss, she simply changed employers. The Hraesleg Lions had begun their policy of aggressive recruitment, and she signed on, pledging her service to the Steel Princess after explaining her skillset, her service record, and her circumstances. Now, Kayliss stands as a "problem solver" of sorts for the Lions, though she wishes her skills were used more often for their intended purpose.

Equipment:
Aside from her short sword and dagger, Kayliss also bears a brace of throwing knives as well as a crossbow and bolts strapped to her back. She wears lightweight armor with a mix of metal pieces and leather for stealth. She bears a kit of various equipment for rogue's work, including lockpicks, poison, and smoke bombs.

Skills:

* Assassin's Work: Sneaking, lockpicking, poison, and actually being a blade in the dark. If it involves infiltration or stealth, Kayliss has likely been trained in it.
* Blades: Adept with both the short sword and dagger, Kayliss prefers to use the two in a twin-blade fencing style, though she's also capable of using either weapon solo, whether it be in straight combat or in less honorable work. Her swordsmanship is above average and certainly better than the usual adventurer or soldier, but she doesn't quite match up to famed knights and other combat monsters in direct battle without the aid of a dishonorable advantage or two. Of course, this presumes that she would fight someone head-on to begin with.
* Marksmanship: While not exactly adept with an actual bow, her aim with a crossbow is more than adequate. She is capable of using the entire range of crossbow types, from a hand crossbow to a heavier, two-handed one for long-range shots.

Extra:
Voice claim: Cristina Vee

[User]
@Crimson Paladin

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Hraesleg Lions Base Camp

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Val had make her way back to the base camp, not too far behind Hector. Though he had a flying mount and should logically have faster maneuverability, she was quite confident in her own agility in slithering among the tree branches. Arriving back, she looked toward the largest tent in the camp. Velvetica would soon call for her subordinates to regroup there and report their findings. She quickly made her way there, seeing her other allies following suit. She honestly was still a bit nervous in working with so many people from different backgrounds, but Vel would push those thoughts to the side for now.

Convening in her tent, Valmyra had looked intently at their leader. She had already met Velvetica once before, when she personally came to her rebuilt village and recruited her. She was smaller in stature than most, and even more so compared to a lamia like Val. Despite this, her presence came with an undeniable authority and reliability that a seasoned leader would naturally give off. Besides, Val was not one to give assumptions based on another's appearance. As a lamia, she could tower over everyone in the room, depending on how she coiled her lower body. In this case, she did just that, but only because she didn't want to take up too much standing room. She blushed with a bit of bashfulness, not wanting to have drawn too much attention to herself.

She listened as the griffon rider gave his report. "While I was there to observe as well, my near-sightedness prevented me from being able to properly see the effigies" She said. "Thankfully, Hector and his steed didn't have that problem." It didn't even occur to her that she could be getting the man's name wrong.

Apparently, the signs they saw indicate several different things. The leader didn't think that it was the work of bandits, or due to Ithillin criminals. Val's eyes narrowed with a predatory rage at the mention of that nation. She won't be forgetting what an attack from their warriors took from her. Velvetica told the group that the perpetrators were likely cultists, those who worshiped fell spirits. The thought of such people caused a sick feeling to well up inside Valmyra's stomach. She'd never understand what could lead a person to follow such a wretched faith.

"Just give word, and my lance will be at your ready."

[Assistant]
Gisela

"A briefing? Sounds boring, call me if a fight starts," the demon announced when everyone started gathering, turning to look at the merchant, "Or if you can get another one of those pastries."

With that, she turned around and... well, seemingly just stepped forward. But, as if passing through an invisible doorway, she disappeared without any trace of having been there in the first place. It was always quite an odd sight to see, for the Hundi, because it didn't work anything like the teleportation magic she knew existed. There, you either had to move yourself via magic, or establish a stable connection first... both of which were highly visible.

Demons didn't really obey the same rules as mortals did, so it was only to be expected.

At the briefing, the mage did her best to stay small and out of the way, especially once the actual threat was described. No, she had nothing to do with the raising of the dead... but she was a necromancer in practice, even if it was the legal, healing-oriented side of it. Better to not get the attention of so many armed and armoured soldiers whilst everyone was consumed by outrage. She might need to talk to Velvetica afterwards, though--

--She might not be able to raise undead, but when it came to putting them down again, there were few people who had more options available.

[User]
Lirrah parted with her customers, having sold a relatively good amount, and packed up before heading over to the briefing. The Demon woman, notably, seemed to be able to vanish rather quickly for one so big. If a Demon could truly just come and go as they pleased, it was perhaps a little bit alarming, but more in a cosmic sense than an immediate one.

Well, as long as her pastries were well-liked, she probably wouldn't be killed.

Lirrah heard Velvetica out, knowing that having her finger on the pulse of the latest goings-on was a great tool for a merchant, and also a fantastic way to not die. Lirrah didn't get get the Juyuem vitriol against necromancy. Though Ila-Nem also warned against their evils, it wasn't quite so ingrained in her people. Hadriyu were the more pressing concern, but perhaps one's scorpion men were another's necromancers.

Hadriyu were, by nature, monsterous Nem-killers. Was there something in the nature of necromancy that ensured a particularly monsterous person? If not for the mindless undead craving for flesh, eternal unskilled labor seemed a good business prospect. Though if that's what a necromancer wanted, they could just learn to make golems. It was probably that innate viciousness that could be pointed to in any civilized discussion about the subject: mindless undead were killing machines, and if a necromancer were to lose control, they would continue plaguing the world until dismantled.

Like a Hadrid.

Lirrah felt some degree of disgust well after anyone who actually despised necromancy, but she got there. Only, she looked as if she hated necromancers the entire time she was debating whether or not there might be any business viability. She knew her clientele. All the people around her hated it, so she hated it too. She looked just as disgusted by the mention of the dark arts as anyone else.

An easily-changing value system was yet another magnificent tool for a merchant.

Once she was finished speaking, Lirrah timidly approached her. Velvetica was yet another person who was kind of scary, though by no means tall. Lirrah knew, however, that she was good-hearted. Even if everyone told her not to spend time on bandits, she could not ignore those in front of her.

Lirrah understood this value firsthand.

"San'yashu, lady Hraesleg," Lirrah greeted her softly. It wasn't really something she wanted a lot of other people to hear. She looked up at the woman, eyes glistening innocently, and briefly wondered if the fact that Lirrah had to look up at her when they spoke made Velvetica feel tall.

Lirrah hoped this was the case.

"I would not dare ask you to leave anyone pehind on my account, nor ask for anyone to escort me to home camp. You need as many people as you can get to deal with these awful necromancers, so... I was actually thinking I would like to help you more! To do my part for Velt," she lied as naturally as she breathed, "I wanted to pring some items along, and maybe help keep an eye out. My eyes are very good in the gloom, and I am an expert at avoiding danger! Only... I do still get scared. May I count on you, again, to see me through the night? E-even though I am weak... I would like to do something."

Lirrah turned her meek and cute act up to maximum. If this didn't make Velvetica want to protect her with everything she could, Lirrah didn't know what would.

[Assistant]
As the briefing finished, Kayliss folded her arms in front of her from her position in the back corner of the gathering, her brow furrowed in thought. Necromancers. A vexing enemy for her, all told. Certainly, the mages themselves were but mere men if they were taken off guard, her skillset and tools didn't quite work for dealing with actual undead. Blades and poison designed to cut to a living target's vitals weren't exactly effective when dealing with deadened veins and shambling bones. Fortunate that the Lions had so many heavier fighters better suited to dealing with undead chaff.

Of course, that didn't preclude the option of their superior officer already having an idea of what to do with her. So with that in mind, Kayliss silently wove her way through the gathered crowd and to the front, waiting patiently some distance away from the camp's nem merchant while she made her appeal. The Crownsblade briefly narrowed her eyes down at the side of Lirrah's head. A walking equipment caddy, and requiring an escort? Kayliss had her own opinion on that, though she wouldn't give it unless asked. A waste of resources and men that could be utilized more efficiently. If the merchant thought her stock would be useful, then she could at least be bothered to hand it out to those who would actually be getting their hands dirty.

Regardless, as the...girl? Woman? Nem of an age Kayliss couldn't quite distinguish finished her appeal, the assassin simply appeared in Velvetica's peripheral vision, bowing her head to the Steel Princess.

"Any specific orders, my lady? Otherwise, I assume I've your permission to embed myself within another unit?" While she'd prefer Cadmon and Istvan's aid thanks to familiarity and the fact that they would know how to properly utilize her, it wasn't exactly Kayliss's choice.


[System]
Criminal: Yes
Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades.

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Homosexual
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs

Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves.

Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen.

Weapons:

A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488.

Equipment:

With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response.

Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them.

Personal Starfighter: None.

Skills:
Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it.

Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted.

Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem.

Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about.
Powers: None

Personality:

Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications.

Background:

Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12.

That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy.

At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip?

At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it.

This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.

[User]
Ro'Essel couldn't resist thinking about how much she wanted to show these Drex known as guards how foolish they were to believe she was in their control by force. It would be simple for her to slip free of their anklet by just teleporting and forgetting to take it along with her. Then in the process of slipping free she'd appear beside the sleepy guard and grabbing his weapon thrust her elbow into his throat. Once she was armed she'd disappear to spread confusion among the guards after which she'd become the storm among the Jesec (Sheep) appearing at random or at least to them it would seem so.

She allowed such tactics free reign in her mind as the guards escorted them to the ship modifying and adjusting as new weakness or strength presented it's self.

When they arrived at the ship everyone paused to admire it form outside, this surprised an confused Ro'Essel for to her it was simply another weapon to be used in pursuit of her goals. She felt no awe nor need to admire the ship because she was not a member of it's command staff; merely cargo, a weapon waiting deployment.

[Assistant]
Amelia was quite pleased when the intercom finally sounded that they were to proceed to the hangar. She'd said all she needed to say for the moment and was getting pretty anxious to see what she'd be flying for the foreseeable future. They filed out and she ended up slightly behind and to the side of this 'Rose' character. Her new co-pilot. Without really meaning to she found herself checking him out: he seemed strong and confident. A little on the unrefined side to put her at ease but he had a reasonably nice bum to make up for the very faint smell of chemicals he emitted. Reoww. Now that she thought about it, the high command hadn't done badly in assembling a good looking bunch of criminals.

Looking around, everyone seemed reserved. Most were staring at the ground and shuffling forward with the gait of recently reanimated coma patients. Lex led from the front, obviously as eager as any to see the SS Vigilance for himself. Amelia also took in the variety of non-humans that she was to be serving with. Her family had always been a fairly liberal one, her father having served with them in tours around the quadrant. Her mother also got involved with illegal immigrant non-humans, who came to Earth and Mars on ancient or badly damaged spacecraft to try and find a better life. The Mesocricetian in particular caught her attention. She'd always been wary of their intensely savage tendencies. Her father loved them, saying: "As long as they keep importing Mount Sinai weaponry they can do whatever they like as far as i'm concerned."

The guards were milking their last opportunity to abuse the 'criminal scum' and the pushing and verbal insults got more intense as they approached a set of doors. This must be the hanger. Amelia was determined to remain stoic as they filed through but couldn't help but let her mouth fall agape when she clapped eyes on their vessel. "Oh baby, what a hunk." She gushed, taking a few steps forward to examine it properly. It's lateral auxiliary thrusters were like something out of a work of art. It's trans-light engine was top of its class and it looked like it had been designed with low orbit combat in mind as well as ship wide close quarters combat. The bridge looked larger than normal and Amelia couldn't wait to find out why.

"Oh, we are so doing a barrel roll in this bad boy." Amelia sighed, catching the captain's eye and winking.

[User]
"Well, no time to waste then." Lex said, grinning as he walked towards the ship, an airlock port connected to the front of the vessel, allowing anyone entering to enter the ship behind the bridge, near the escape pods. The crew did so, Lex first one inside, he turned as the others followed, then entered into the bridge. It was small for a ship of the size it was in, but it wasn't like the entire crew was cramped inside of it at all times. Two chairs at the front of the bridge, one was the pilot's, the other the co - pilot's.

"It's cozy, hope it works for the two of you." He said to Rose and Amelia. Then another female voice could be heard speaking, it was the ship's onboard A.I., Eve.

"All systems are ready for launch, captain. I have just sent the signal to undock the ship, we are free to leave the station at your command."

"Ah, you must be the A.I., Eve, I'm surprised they included one as advanced as you on the vessel."

"They spared no expense, captain. The ship possesses many useful facilities such as an armory, laboratories, firing range and more. The crew will find their requested equipment and weaponry in the crew's quarters. You have your own personal quarters, captain." Eve added, her voice welcoming.

"How quaint."

"If you have any inquiries about the ship or its facilities, please do not hesitate to ask." Eve added.

"Well crew, you have the run of the ship, I recommend getting used to your new home. Amelia, you may launch the ship at your ready. The coordinates are already patched into the navigation computer." Lex said with a smile.

[Assistant]
Jack looked around the ship as they walked towards it. This was so far beyond him, it was not even funny. He looked around the rest of the crew. There was so much to learn about them all. He could do tests on them for years and still only have a small amount of research. He had a plan to try and make algae paste that could be consumed by all organic life forms. It would not be easy but he figured that the lab on board would be more than enough for him to do so. Course the paste tasted terrible and most life forms preferred starving to eating the stuff. Still it was healthy and easy to make. One could get all their vitamins from just one taste. He liked it but everyone else he knew found it odd to be eating single called organisms.

Jack walked towards the engines of the ship. There he walked into the stat if the art laboratory with Ernie on his heels. His lab was in the back near the hangars. "Alright Gregor. Let's get to work! Start program for nutrient paste. Being up program for chimera entity. "He said as the machines whirled to life. He began to manipulate a few machines as his armband, with mini AI Gregor, began to work the rest. The noise would be rather loud with him yelling and the machines working loudly.

[User]
The pat on the back broke Drew out of his daydreaming about the ship. Despite responding to Lex, he'd almost forgotten there was an entire crew he was making himself out to be a little kid in front of. He looked back at Rose and laughed, "I think I've got a tiny bit more respect for myself than to let that happen." Drew continued talking to Rose as Lex lead them toward the airlock, "It's just, when most your actual experience is in civilian craft and the shit that black market dealers parade themselves around in, well, a state of the art ship with upgrades like this? Seventh heaven for someone like me."

As they entered the bridge, Drew forced himself to remain composed. It was small, but all the bells and whistles were there, and then some. The AI spoke up and Drew took note of it's name. Eve was sure to be useful in the future. After being given leave, Drew nodded a farewell to Rose as he exited the bridge, knowing the man would likely be staying there were they to take off soon.

Drew always found that the best way to learn something was through experience, and though they had an on-board AI, he figured the ship's layout would be easier to figure out if he were to just explore it on his own rather than ask. Everything looked in great condition, and the first level, for the most part was so in-order that he figured that besides briefings, there wasn't going to be a ton for him to do up here besides the old, "fix this thing!" that would inevitably come up. The armory was up here, and while weapon maintenance wasn't beyond him, he also figured someone else could do just as well. And if they wanted something modded, they'd probably just come to engineering and talk.

As he passed the medical lab, he heard the familiar hum of machinery. He peeked his head in to see their resident geneticist talking at and typing into the datapad on his arm. Drew took a second to consider entering. The guy looked like he was keeping himself pretty busy, but on the other hand, Drew hadn't taken the time to get to know anybody yet. He took a step in as he looked around the room, "Getting an early start, huh? I was just taking a look around, myself." He looked toward the Chimera that had been following the doctor around like a shadow, "He friendly?" Drew asked before going any further.