<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hdwallpapers.in/walls/eve_mauro_in_cyborg_x-wide.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>Midnight Angel</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nightblade<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team 1, Open<br/><br/>Riding inside of an airplane was not of particular interest to her.  Still the craft moved faster than she could and at least provided a convenient method for group transport.  Pressing into the aircraft she docked down her head.  Inside her head she scanned radio signals and frequency for discussions involving the incident.  Words from Coast Guard personnel, reporters and military personnel flooded her thoughts and mind so that when her eyes first set on the scene she was not as surprised.  Granted she still let her mouth voice the silent words of, “What the fuck.”  Not every day someone lays eyes on a movie monster come to life.  A deep breathe was taken, nostrils opening to draw in the air of the interior cabin before she undid her own buckles.  Miss Spell was already off, but she didn’t pay much mind.  Instead her hand went up to the communicator so that she could speak to her entire team.<br/><br/>“Slipshade cover the interior of the ship.  Search for anyone still in there that is trapped.  Cherry move to the top and catch anyone that cannot get down to the main deck.  Fetter I want you to start moving people toward a rescue boat and offloading them.  Set the boats down near the Coast Guard ships.  Copycat, I want you assisting Cherry as much as possible in offloading or moving people to the boats for Fetter.  Once Miss Spell is done with her therapy session down there, she and I are going to buy as much time as we can for you to off load.  Once people are clear we can back off for the Coast Guard to do their thing.  Pilots I want you doing over watch.  If that thing starts to move toward the Coast Guard boats, report.  If you see anything else coming, report.  Do not engage.”<br/><br/>As if to make emphasis of how she was going to buy time the left arm seemed to open small vents along its length.  The mechanical nature of the limb became more apparent as the palm opened to reveal the dark purple disc that served as the muzzle for her weapon of choice.<br/><br/>“Alright team.  Let’s go make a living.”  With those last words said the woman pressed for an open passage outside.  Immediately she caught herself in the rush of the wind and the sky.  A descent was immediate but controlled.  Tight clothing rippled at first and then flowed easily along her body.  Beside her the right arm folded back over her body while the left extended.  Still she did not open fire at first, waiting to see how her companion below did with her conversation.  Instead the optics began to examine the beast and draw up a plan of attack when required.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Pumpkin Seeds rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 14, <br/>Total: 14</div></div>