<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/>Agility boosted by the cyclone armor allowed Owen to race through the incoming fire avoiding most of the damage.  Owen’s HUD display lit up like a Christmas tree as the gigantic boulders ripped themselves from the ground.<br/><br/>“Holy Hell!” He exclaimed not knowing if they were meant for he and his rescuee. Just as Korra flung the boulders behind them he leapt into the air on booster powered legs.  He could feel the splintering rocks patter against his armor and the form on his shoulder suddenly to limp.<br/><br/>“Damn, it.”   He didn’t know is she was hurt, dead or unconscious and he didn’t have time to find out.  He cleared a copse of trees and kicked up more dirt before a large explosion ripped of the forest behind him.  The rift machine had gone nova.<br/><br/>“Sorry kid, looks like you’re not going home.” He said through teeth clenched against the pain.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/><br/>Once Owen was certain they were clear of any danger he gently lay the girl down in a grassy clearing and stepped back to transform his Cyclone back into its motorcycle form so that he could see to her wounds.  Thankfully she was breathing and he gave a sigh of relief.  Owen brushed dark blood matted hair from her face.  Her complexion was a deep coffee in color, smooth and unblemished with a heart shaped face.  She was beautiful and from what he had scene deadly.  The girl was dressed primitively in some kind of cloth trimmed with a fur he did not recognize.  Other than the head wound she looked unharmed.  He quickly set about cleaning and bandaging her wound.  Owen would not be able to sling her over the motorcycle so he donned his Cyclone once again and gently picked her up to continue their trek.<br/><br/>…<br/><br/>They had been travelling for the better part of an hour.  The pain in Owen’s shoulder was slowing sapping his strength.  The sniper rifle’s beam had punched through the armor and scorned his shoulder.  There was no blood, the heat from the beam had seen to that, but damn it hurt.   He felt the girl began to stir on his shoulder.<br/><br/>“Whow, there.  Let me put you down okay?”  He said doing his best to gently set her down before once again transforming out of the armor and into the cycle.  The visor on his helmet rose to reveal Owens features.  His dark hair too was matted to his forehead, but his was from sweat and not blood.  His strong handsome features were etched with pain from his wound and from exertion.   “I think I need to sit for a minute.” He said feeling slightly woosey.<br/>