<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/1TE3teJ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">CHROME, PL 10 (150 PP)</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Ryan Greene<strong>Identity:</strong>SECRET (But his teammates call him Ryan in private.)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>NICKNAME(?)<strong>Occupation:</strong>Team Member, Engineer<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Futura<strong>Affiliation:</strong>LIGA<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Midnight Angel, General<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Chrome hissed the vilest curse he knew.  He'd worked hard to put Angel's body back together, but her heart was something he wasn't so confident in his ability to help heal.  Could anything?  The only thin he wanted more than to snap Silver Centurion's neck with his bare hands was to give Angel a chance to do it.<br/><br/>But he ddin't get a chance to voice any of this--or ask any of the ten thousand questions leaping into his mind.  The alarms went off.<br/><br/>Chrome immediately hopped to his feet, popped the last of the snack bar into his mouth, and swallowed it twithought tasting--almost without chewing.  "Let's get moving."  A signal from his cybernetically augmented computer triggered the nano-hive surrounding his body to flow and ripple.  He'd been--until this moment--wearing a pair of comfortable jeans and a white button down--unbuttered most of the way down his chest.  now these clothes flowed like a varicolored liquid.  They gave a good look at the rest of his abs as they melted before reforming into a blue blue costume wtih black boots and silver tip--completel with a domino mask.<br/><br/>Chrome started for the Liga jet at a brisk stride.  He tried to not let a anyone see on his face what his cyberbrain was sending through the cell frequencies to Midnight Angel's blue tooth.  "Are you joining us, Angel?  I can stay with you..."