<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/>The small clearing was light brightly by the afternoon sun.  Setting her down unleashed a speckled cloud of springtime pollen into the air that swirled and played in the warm breeze.  As the girl stirred she could not help but to feel for her.  The explosion had surely closed the rift that she had been pulled through and in all likely hood she wasn’t going back home.  He knew that feeling.  It had been three years since Owen had crossed from his Earth to this one.  The pain and loss still fresh.  His family, his friends, his dearest Izumi all gone, never knowing what had happened, never knowing he was okay, but unable to get home to them.  This girl would feel that pain, that loss.  He slumped only a log at the edge of the clearing watching the girl stir...then…roll…then hop to her feet only to wobble and clutch at her head.  She was a fighter that much was for sure.  It would hopefully server her well with the big bomb of crap he was going to have to drop on her.  He raised his arms up wide holding them palm out indicating he meant her no harm.<br/><br/>“Take it easy.  You took a good shot to the head.” He said trying to sound calm as she barraged him with questions.  “Whoa, slow down.”  The act of raising his arms sent a whole new wave of pain alone his shoulder and down his back.  “I’m just going to take off my helmet so don’t go throwing any of those balls of fire or large rocks, okay.”  Yeah he was ignoring her questions.  He had heard the lot of them before from others, but even out here away from the Coalition didn’t mean they were safe.  Her questions could wait and questions where something Commander Hiro was going to have a lot of when they returned to New Memphis.  Of course this young lady didn’t look like she was the kind of girl that liked waiting.  He gave her a quick once over. She had been trained to fight.  The way she sprang to a defensive stance resting lightly on the balls of her feet.  Her muscles tense and ready like a predatory feline about to pounce.  The way she had glided around blaster fire and dispatched a number of coalition troops had more than proven the girl as a threat.<br/><br/>‘Well, guess will just have to learn.’  He thought lifting his helmet off with a wince of pain clouding his hazel eyes.  He ran a gloved hand through dark sweet matted locks.  His hair had gotten long and a little shaggy.  Owen could be a workaholic sometimes.  He found it kept him away from drinking when thoughts drifted to home, or what used to be home.<br/><br/>“I’m Captain Owen Shade, Recon Squad Bravo out of New Memphis.” Yeah he knew that wasn’t going to mean a damn thing to her.  “As to where the hell you are?  Short answer, Memphis Rift Zone, the long answer is going to have to wait until we can get somewhere safe.  We are going to meet up with the rest of my Squad who should be about  5 klicks from here then we can get you to New Memphis.”<br/><br/>Owen gave her a smirk.  “Trying to get me out of my clothes already?  I know I just saved your life and you are grateful and all, but I don’t think this is the time or the place for that.”  He did however reach up to undo the latched on the chest piece of his Cyclone armor and pulled the piece off with some effort.  If he felt threatened by her he certainly wasn’t showing it.  The wound was red and angry and looked like a high intensity burn which was what it was.  His skin was charred and blistering and the effort to remove the armor made little motes of light dance across his vision like fireflies floating around Korra’s heart shaped face.  He was struck once again by her fierce beauty until the pain set in.<br/>