<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Cyclone-Avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Owen Shade<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 22nd<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Memphis Rift Zone<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Korra<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>++I’ve got a full squad of Boneheads, Stalker with a litter, Spec-Ops and the techies, Captain.++(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Marleena-Avi.jpg)<br/><br/>Marleena was Owen’s second and even over his comm he could hear the heavy strain in her voice.  Owen had been on this Earth for five years now and he had seen things that would stress the most stoic of RDF officers and veterans of the Third Robotech War.  But one of the most disturbing for Owen had been the former Coalition Psy-Stalker Marleena.   Marleena drank life force like it was a fine wine.  He had seen her bleed a rogue psychic dry leaving the man a whimpering husk before running him through.  He wasn’t sure he should feel sorry for her or loath her.  Right now he could hear the hunger in her voice and he felt the former more than the later.  He had come to find out that she could only survive by feeding on the energy in psychics or practitioners of magic.  Yeah Magic.  He had learned to deal with some seriously strange shit here.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Bob-Mystic.jpg) ++I am sensing some abnormal Rift activity Sir.++<br/><br/>Bob’s sibilate voice always sounded stranger over the comms.  Normally with the Psi-Stalker and Dogboy Pack Owen would have held Bob back.  Marleena once described the Alien Lay Line Walker as roman candle of magical enery, but this close to the Memphis Rift Zone he would be lost in the background count of paranormal energy the nexus points gave off.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9f/Grackletooth.jpg)      ++This whole place is abnormal.++ Link’s growling reply brought a smile to Owen’s lips.  Leave it up to the 300 pound walking, talking, cigar smoking lizard to call something abnormal.<br/><br/>++I mean the Nexus Point ahead is fluctuating strangely Captain.++   Bob had very little sense of humor, and what he did have was very peculiar.<br/><br/>“Cut the chatter.” Owen replied knowing Link would reply if he didn’t shut it down now.  “The puppies may not be able to sense Bob, but I don’t want our cover blown because you all want to keep flappin.  “Angel, you got anything?”<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Angel-Avi.jpg)   ++Skies are clear, Captain.  Are we going to engage?++<br/><br/>“Just track and observe.”  New Memphis while inside land claimed by the Federation of Magic was effectively Neutral when it came to the hostilities that often flared up between the Federation and the Coalition.  Owen wasn’t privy to the why’s and the what for’s of that decision, but from the little he had gleaned from Commander Kitayama an alliance with either would do nothing but hurt the people of New Memphis.   That being said New Memphis tracked all nearby troop movements and when a small squad of Coalition special forces had been spotted outside the Memphis Rift Zone, Owen’s squad had been dispatched to reconnoiter.  Thing had gotten interesting when the spec ops squad had met up with a group of Coalition Techs and a unit of Skelebots.  Whatever they were working on was significant.  The device they had constructed was unlike anything Owen had ever seen.  And arc of smooth metal that flickered with blue Rift energy.  He was pretty sure that was where the strange fluctuations Bob was sensing where coming from.<br/><br/>A small group of Coalition troops were approaching the Rift filled arc, lead by the Spec-Ops Officer and flanked be the Psi-Staker and his squad of Dog Boys.  The techs stood at a set of equipment that Owen assumed controlled the Rift machine and with a flare of blue energy a man stepped through the Rift Gate approaching the Coalition men.  The man, at least that was what Owen assumed was hooded and dressed in a grey shroud over some oddly archaic looking armor, his face covered by a pale mask.  He was an imposing man with the build of a warrior and the carried himself like a man accustom to giving orders and having them followed.  In a word he was dangerous.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/Amon.png)</div><br/>Unable to hear the conversation Owen watched intently as the unit of Skelebots moved to line up in front of the rift.  ‘What the hell?  They are sending them through?’  From what Owen knew the Coalition had never moved troops across dimensions it was a drastic and dangerous change in Coalition policy.<br/><br/>++Captain?++  Bob’s stoic voice registered a tinge of a question.  ++Something is very wrong.++<br/><br/>Owen scanned the clearing for signs of danger.  Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, but the Coalition techs were clearly agitated and began gesturing wilding towards the gate.  Strange energy readouts flickered across Owen’s visor as the Gate gave a single pulse and exploded outward engulfing the skelebots, knocking the men to the ground.   A figure rolled out of the gate in the aftermath unseen in the confusion.  The gate began to whine and flicker with what looked like a mini rift storm.  Whatever had happened was destabilizing the machine.  The Coalition forces were pulling back quickly.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Juicer-Avi.jpg)     ++Time to clear out boss?++  Max’s deep voice rattled over the comms.  He never referred to Owen as Captain.<br/><br/>“Not yet. Cover me.”  Owen sprang to action, the metal legs of his Cyclone armor churning the loamy earth under him.<br/><br/>++Roger, Boss.++  The sounds of pulse rifle fire rattled around Owen as his sudden appearance startled the regrouping Coalition troops.  He took a glancing blow from one of the Skeletons blasters before the disciplined crossfire of his recon squad pinned them in place.  He slide to a stop his cyclone morphing into its motorcycle form.  He say that the form was a young woman, but he had little time to notice anything else about her other than she looked nothing like the masked man that had proceeded her.   A groan from her told him that she was both alive and conscious.  He held out his gloved hand.<br/><br/>“Give me your hand.  Hurry!” He yelled over the gun fire.<br/>