<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs23/f/2007/319/4/6/alien_IV_by_venkatvasa.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Cannonball</span></strong><br/><em>Hot head, One man wrecking crew</em><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Strength:</strong> 6</td><td><strong>Speed:</strong> 0</td><td><strong>Intellect:</strong> 3</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Endurance:</strong> 5</td><td><strong>Agility:</strong> 0</td><td><strong>Perception:</strong> 2</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><strong>Location: Training room, Hall of Order then to the Situation Room</strong><br/><br/>With a crunch the Order's wreaking crew smashed through another of the training bots that they used to always keep themselves, and for Cannonball to practice some of the human's martial arts that he had been taken a keen interest in. One of the bots attempted to come at him from behind but the attempt failed as, with but a simple thought, the thing was soon ablaze with a fire that caused it to simply melt while the spot it stood in remained untouched. "Practice over." he said simply, a bit of fire blazing forth from his helmet,  the location where his mouth would be if not hidden by his helmet, and at the command the bots stopped all attack protocols and new bots entered the room to clean up the mess that he made. A few of them were salvageable for repairs to be put back into use as dummies, while those destroyed by the flames could only be scrapped and maybe be used to repair other bots that were destroyed by being turned into parts.<br/><br/>He left the training room to allow the place to be cleaned up and in the meantime headed towards the Situation room. No doubt if anyone was there then he would most likely find his fellow Order members there talking of this or that, that happened on their planet. He snorted at the thought. He didn't quite understand why it was that the humans were split and fighting each others where his race, the Quinar, fought together as one whole to keep their planet and themselves safe. In fighting only caused trouble and opportunities for other alien races to take advantage of them, they learned the hard way, and so payed the price of that knowledge and soon starting fighting under one banner.<br/><br/>His metallic footfalls soon sounded in the Situation room as he stepped in and saw two of them now and could only tell them apart thanks, in part of their costumes as to him they all appeared the same with only minor variations. "Greetings," he said, his alien tongue forming the human words with a little difficulty, but was improving slowly over time, "What has happened that requires destruction?" he inquired while approaching Kid Arrow and Thunderclap. Destroying was the one thing he was good at, being the equivalent of a wreaking crew of the humans. Back on his home planet he was part of what the humans would called a Saboteur unit, destroying things in a large explosion, but by coming here he had forsworn to bring any of his people's tech in weapons.