<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111192788/4509991-sodam_yat_ion.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sodam Yat / Ion<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atlantean Airship<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sodam waited at the cargo door, his face relaxed but quietly confident. He had a lot to live up to here, on a stage like this, and he wasn't about to disappoint anyone. He let himself shake off a little, remembering how he'd got here as he was ready to drop into the air. Training, as he almost always was, when the Atlantean ship arrived. He didn't say a lot but leapt on board as fast as he could, making sure they could get where they were going as fast as possible. These days he spent almost his whole life training in one way or another, either motivated by<em>his</em>legacy or by his own prophecy.<br/><br/>He'd been all smiles and nods seeing his newfound team mates, always happy to work with others. He listened to The Ray, but he didn't have a lot to add. His own experience in the stars didn't include any meetings with these aliens. And then Bombshell, who had a lot more military experience than he did. It served as a stark reminder he was still a long way off who he wanted to be, but he'd get there. He nodded at her assessment of things, agreeing it made sense to focus rather than splitting up too much. The split second she was out of the door he was right there with her.<br/><br/>The rush of the air gave him a brief feeling of exhilaration as he hurtled headlong into chaos, and he couldn't shake off a slight confident smile that only he could see. He ducked past several projectiles, seeing them move past his eyes as if in slow motion he kept right by Bombshell. Following up on her first strike he tackled into the alien closest to her, making sure her headbutt landed uninterrupted he wrapped both arms around its waist and urged himself to hurtle forwards, forcing it to lurch sharply as it was winded, or whatever the equivalent may be. Coming to a pause in the tackle he pulled it up, letting it sail and following with several powerful punches before allowing it to crash to the ground below. As soon as it started falling he turned, making sure he was close to the other two in the air and ready to work together.<strong>"Close and teamwork, I like that plan. Looks like we'll be up here a while"</strong>He communicated as he saw the sheer numbers of the aliens.