<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br/>Alliance Stealth Frigate <em>Caen</em>, Mass Impact</strong><br/><br/>Jeanette had followed them out, and was preparing to engage the dragon, when her comm clicked on and she heard a sound straight out of the inferno. Staring blankly at the inside of her visor for a long moment, judging the situation, she realized her decision had already been made. The colonel turned from the chaos, triggered a stim pack, and feeling the adrenaline rush instantly kick in, ran at impossible speed in the direction of Zero-G.<br/><br/>The world blurred by; it was unimportant. It wasn’t her destination. Her indigo outline blasted through the Zero-G entryway, coming out into a shattered world. She didn’t have time to judge the damage. Tunnel vision gripped Jeanette as she pursued the ping of the locator (now active because she was in the same universe as it) remained dead-center on her HUD.  Now and then she had to hurdle an obstacle; sometimes she released a furious psionic burst to simply toss it aside.<br/><br/>Her path terminated at the broken CherryBomb. As she approached it, several of those mechs fired at her; they were distinguishing between targets at this point. With a roar that would have shrunk Kark’s considerable balls, Jeanette extended a hand and simply<em>willed</em>one of them to die. Powers didn’t work quite as well outside a character’s own game, but it was inconsequential to the kind of reckless damage Jeanette was directing. This was the kind of exertion that she would feel later on; psionics, when overused, could have serious physical ramifications. Jeanette didn’t care.<br/><br/>The psionic field around Jeanette grew as her fury increased. Being composed primarily of psychic energy, the power of psionics could be directly proportionate to the mental state of the user. Jeanette was highly trained<em>and</em>angry. Simple weapons platforms stood no chance; they had no built-in defenses against this kind of attack. It didn’t exist in this setting. A flare of blue “fire” jetted from Jeanette’s eyes as she gripped the other two mechs in a telekinetic field and flung them to the ground. Even Lorena would have been taken aback by Jeanette’s display, and she was the psionic savant.<br/><br/>No other threats in the immediate vicinity, Jeanette landed an armor-enhanced punch into the CherryBomb, knocking the top of the frame clean off and giving her access to Roxi, who had missed the whole show thanks to being unconscious. Her all-tool glowed as it applied medigel to Roxi; the bleeding immediately stopped while vital nutrients and chemicals coursed through her battered body. It took a delicate touch to extract the injured woman from the wreckage. Jeanette cradled her close, kicked another stim, and fled the area. Another racer had tried to get her attention, but he was unsuccessful; at this moment, to Jeanette, everyone was a threat to Roxi’s safety.