<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/l4meMj7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>The Ray<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Began to paste that thin strip against his unkempt weeks old beard, his eyes hidden behind the golden mask as they stared into the monitors. Every fiber of his being felt tense, nervousness and anxiety hammering against his skin with every beat of his heart. Every breath he took was measured and even, trying to steady himself as he tried to identify this latest threat. It was familiar...something about it was but it eluded him. Listening to Amethyst's assessment, he almost was about to question whether or not they should try to communicate with the alien ship first and see if there could be a peaceful resolution that wouldn't endanger civilians in a needless fight. That question was cut short as footage of their attack flickered onto other monitors.<br/><br/>Instead his line of questioning went another direction, "<strong>We need to see if the archives have any information on this threat, from the design of their craft, to how they are seemingly capable of turning their body into weapons. Maybe we can at least narrow it down...assuming the Detroit base had any sort of Watch Tower back ups.</strong>" he didn't know, he hadn't gotten to go through the entire server data base he had barely enough time to make sure their electronic defenses were solid. Not that he didn't trust their "benefactors", but he didn't. Not one single bit. His eyes shifted hidden behind that white glow that covered them between his team-mates. He hadn't gotten a good chance to get to know any of them really, though he had a decent idea what a couple of them could do. Other inevitable questions danced through his mind as he tried to form some sort of plan of attack in his mind from the data that scrolled through the arrays and radar.<br/><br/><em>"Where were other local heroes..."</em>he thought, certainly the loss from the war was immense but what stood here in the Atlantean airship wasn't all that remained. Had they given up? Perhaps everyone was stretched thin and they were dealing with other threats. Something he'd have to look into if they made it out of this or at least pushed the invading force back enough to gain a bit of a reprieve. His thoughts may have been to himself, but the beneath his mask anyone looking at him could have seen that sneer curl onto his lips as he growled under his breath.<br/><br/>In his mind he repeated the mantra,<em>"Shine hopes light."</em><br/><br/>As Amethyst changed donned her armor, his golden aura began to brightly hum around him once more until he nearly appeared translucent and hovering in place. "<strong>Let's show these unwelcome guests the door.</strong>" He wouldn't rush ahead, though he could have easily zipped over to the massive hoard of enemies, best to move as a team in this. He knew what he was capable of and in that, he knew if needed he could provide a great measure of defensive support to his new allies. It was going to be a long sustained encounter after all and if he could help keep the team up and fighting then the greater their chances might have been of pulling out a win.<br/><br/>He had wanted to blast ahead, to just slam head long into the enemy wave and see what they were made of. Sore wounds of a war just fought fresh on him and seeing this invading force only opened them right back up. His hands curled into fists as he had to keep putting himself in check. Reminding himself he wasn't flying solo on this one as he looked between Bombshell and Sodam, "<strong>On you</strong>." he said, waiting on them.