[System]
-WIP-
Nickname:
Lori

Alias:
Starbolt

Age:
17

Sponsor:
Starfire.

Personality:
L'Oriana comes from a highly sensuous, Honest and emotional culture. For the most part she is in touch with her emotions but can get a little hot tempered at times, She is a honest individual that is often optimistic but has a no nonsense warrior attitude with a gentle innocence. Despite that innocence she is free spirited and can have a wild sexuality but will take friendships seriously, L'Orianna can often get distressed when others that are close. Especially her friends argue or fight with one another.

Powers:
With her Tamaranean Physiology, Starbolt's body is able to absorb and Project energy from ultraviolet rays, Starbolt can project that energy in the form of destructive blue bolts. Thanks to a Ring that was specially made for her so she is able to fly like others in her species, The speed of Starbolt's flight can be supersonic, Although she has yet to achieve this. Also, Starbolt's strength and endurance is more superior to that of a normal human. Starbolt is also able to "absorb" any basic spoken tongues and languages through lip contact with another individual, so that she can speak and understand it immediately. Thanks to the training she had with warlords on the planet Okaara, Starbolt has become an excellent fighter in hand-to-hand combat, both armed and unarmed being ambidextrous and agile.

Weaknesses:
One of the first major weaknesses is the ring that was made for her for without it Starbolt can not fly due to her childhood illness which would effectively ground the Tamaranean. Another weakness in fact can be were Starbolt's body constantly absorbs ultraviolet radiation which is converted into energy enabling her to use energy projection but this can act sometimes beyond her control for example releasing a small blue energy blast when she sneezes or where she does not know her own strength and accidental bending of a street light or bending/breaking other objects, Despite her strength and endurance being superior to a human starbolt is unable to survive in hostile environments or where there is no oxygen.

Appearance:

( Special thanks to Aro for this awesome Micro.)

L'Oriana is a very physically attractive woman though few would be brave enough go so far as to call her beautiful, she stands at a height of 5'10 and weighting 158lbs with Auburn hair she chooses to wear freely, Gold leather skin with light blue eyes thanks to her alien physiology giving her a exotic look for her kind. She has a medium size nose, hands, and ears, and thin eyebrows with high cheekbones and delicate over average size lips, She wears a size 8 shoe with a good feminine build with a toned, Curvy figure and Slender shoulders.

BREIF Bio:
L'Oriana did not have the most easiest of life's on Tamaran and although born to a loving family things were made all the more tougher when she suffered from a childhood Illness that robbed her of the ability to fly. The inability of the use of flight like the others in her race made her feel a little outcast as she did not have as many privileges as others. Despite these hardships and in Tamaran's warlike custom, Toriand'r was sent for warrior training with the Warlords of Okaara. this took up most of her childhood year with hard work and training pushing hard to prove herself but for whom she never thought about. Upon returning to her home L'Oriana was given a ring that was especially forged to give the wearer like herself the ability to fly, It was the most amazing gift the was given to her and soon additional help and training with flying was needed. Eventually Lori's family had taken her to earth with the hope, honour and opportunity to put everything she had learned and experienced so far to join the Young Justice League with the Tamarean Princess Starfire as her sponsor, this would make the teens first time on Earth.

[User] For most of their time here Sarah had remained AG's form. However for this particular job it might be better to be her usual street punk self. "Understood. If Sarah wants to I'm sure she could blend in with the homeless." Approaching the teleporter the angelic form disolved in sparkles of light and Sarah stepped free of the residual magic. Brushing it off she huffed. "Gee thanks a lot Angel. Are you trying to say I look homeless?" Appearing to het the answer in her head the girl rolls her eyes.

[Assistant]
Beck was out and about when news of the Crocs broke to the team. He was sitting in the outdoor area of a restaurant, with a girl sitting across from him. He took a sip of his tea through the straw as he looked at her, and then smiled. Brown hair, green eyes... She was pretty cute.

"So," she said. "What about you? Got any interests of your own?"
"Well, fitness, for one," he chuckled. "Not to be that guy, but I'm sure you've noticed by now."
"Yeah. I've noticed," she said with a wink.
"But, uh, other than that... Video games, gardening-"
"Gardening?"
"Yeah, is that odd?"
"No, no, I just didn't expect you to be s-What are you looking at?"

He happened to notice something out of the corner of his eye, and started staring. A large, green something, with a tail. There was screaming for a few seconds, but it was silenced quickly. The homeless man who'd been sitting there quietly was gone, and so was the something. He'd have to move fast- this was worth investigating. He looked back to the girl as he pulled out his wallet.

"What was that?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know... And, I'm so sorry. I've gotta go. So, so sorry. I'll pay for the drinks, and, um..."
He scribbled something down on his napkin and placed it in front of her with the money.
"That's my number. Call me, we'll try this again, okay?"
"O-Oka-"

He'd already hopped the fence and took off toward the alley.

He didn't have his costume on hand, except for the mask. He carried it for situations like this where he needed something to protect his identity, but couldn't carry the suit or go and change. He'd have to go after it in jeans and a button-up. As soon as he'd rounded the corner in the alleyway, he slipped on the mask and rolled up his sleeves while he moved. In roughly the center of the alley, there was a manhole cover, just slightly out-of-place in its hole. He approached it, and lifted the cover off. He could hear splashing below. He sighed as he climbed down, lamenting the fact that he'd never get the smell off of these clothes.

[User]
James had spent most of his time at the fire station. He somehow managed to keep his original job and thus was on call when the info on the crocs was given to the rest of the team. They had just gotten back to the station when another call came in. It wasn't specifically a fire but they had to go anyway. Some lady was yelling jumbled words to the dispatcher about a giant lizard man who had popped out of the sewers and tried to attack her while using a short cut to get home. His team looked at him, all fully aware of his powers due to the investigation. "What?" He questioned them slightly confused. "You have to see if you can handle that lizard thing the lady was talking about. Don't worry about the call we got it handled." Said the fire chief. "But..." James had managed to get out before his team was gone. "Damn it." He muttered heading to the parking lot after striping out of his fire gear.

Now clad only in a pair of black shorts and a black muscle shirt he ran to his motorcycle, shoved his helmet on his head and headed toward the scene. He didn't have anything to cover his face so his tinted helmet would have to do. The ride was freezing but he fixed that but slightly raising his body temp. He arrived at the scene shortly and headed around to where nobody would see him. The police had yet to enter the sewer so I figured it would be best gf he did so now. Pushing the out of place man hole cover out of the way he dropped down into the stink below. Following a distinct but light sound of splashing that echoed off of the empty walls.

[Assistant]
Collaboration by Aro & KL

Days Earlier...

Black Hood watched from the viewing room as Photon, Guardian Angel, Scourge and Kid Rogue take on Magenta. The four had surprisingly worked quite well together, and with a little practice they'd be quite a force to reckon with. Before the simulation was finished and he could congratulate them on a great job his cellphone began to beep in his pocket, gaining what he could only assume was a stern glance from Red Tornado. "I'll just take care of this outside." Michael said as he pulled his phone form his pocket and slowly backed out of the door, nearly bumping into Superman on his way inside. "Who could be calling me at this-" the hero stopped when he saw that the call was from one of his contacts in the city.

Days Later...

The Young Justice Program was already off to a wonderful start. Wonder Woman had to take the heroine formerly called Foresight back to Paradise Island. The day Shock had cooked for the team she got a phonecall from her brother Static. Something was wrong with one of her parents back in Dakota, heart attack maybe. So much was still so unclear. By now, everyone had been briefed on the Killer Crocs and the disappearance of several of the homeless people. As a homeless person on Earth in Metropolis for nearly three weeks, Ditto was hit a little hard and wanted to do everything in his power to take the fight to these things so that they couldn't prey on the down and out citizens of Star City. Ditto was at an advantage, he didn't need another member of the 'Program for back-up. He was his own back-up.

He suited up, nearly 11 am, and grabbed a bag with a few of the clothes he'd acquired when first landing on Earth. The remains of his ship are in Superman's Fortress, but the ratty clothes should make the triplicating man look homeless one more time. He headed for the teleporter room.

Michael had spent that last few days scouring the city for any sign of what his contact had called him about days ago. "Giant lizardmen," the 'Hood grumbled to himself as he watched the streets below from a perch near one of the first disappearances. "Why can't the really strange stay in Gotham with Bats. Should lizards be his thing? Why they gotta come here and wreck things?"

Black Hood sighed, thinking that today would be just like the last several days. More disappearance, and nothing to show for it. "With the news coverage the League should be getting involved with this now, hopefully the others will have some more info when I run in with them." He said as he stood up in his perch and looked towards the park. The hooded hero was pulled form his thoughts though when several screams echoed up from the alleys near him. "Huh, what do you know," He drew a zipline arrow from his quiver, slamming one end into the wall behind him and shooting the other end towards a fire escape over the alley. "The criminal elements really do go back to the scene of the crime." The screaming had died down but he could see people rushing about the streets around him, it seemed like there were multiple occurrences like the one near him happening all over town.

"Well," He placed his bow over the taut line. "Let's go say hello to the big, scary crocodile men!." He said as he slid down the line to the fire escape.

Kilian was already in an alley, nearly two blocks up from where Black Hood had been perched. The alien hero had been crouched behind a dumpster with sunglasses on to keep the glow from his yellow eyes down for nearly two hours. The attacks were becoming more frequent now, not just at night but all throughout the day now as well. Like they were multiplying. When one of the Crocs approached the homeless looking Ditto, it was surprised by the strength the alien hero had. Even more so when he split into three individuals.

"You won't take another unfortunate soul if I have anything to say about it!" Ditto yelled as the Croc darted off towards a manhole cover in the alley.

The day was just starting, it was barely past 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

Aro/~KL~

[User] Photon was cloaking himself as best he could when he saw Ditto yelling at the Croc man. "Wait up" he said to Ditto, appearing beside him. "I'll come with you. At the very least, I can light the place up, and if they attack, a few laser beams should help." He then jumped down the manhole.

[Assistant]
It had been a couple of days since the start of it all, Croc were attacking the city, taking homeless people of the streets utilising alley way and sewer as a means and method to the coordinated attacks, At first they seem to go unnoticed until more went missing at night, Then for some reason the attacks started during the day. When the initial waved of daytime assault had occurred L'Oriana was already in the city in civilian attire, Heck she was seeing the sights and getting some clothes shopping done as part of her understanding more of human culture on this planet, it was better than sitting in HQ all the time reading up on such things and getting hands on was more preferable.

At first when it was all going on screams and people running away from said attacks as they were happening, L'Oriana dropped everything she was doing to investigate, of course she at the time had no clue as to what was going on having no contact with others at the base who were getting briefed. Her investigations led her to come across one of these croc creatures taking a homeless very quickly towards the sewers to which she was not quick enough to stop, The second one she encountered was different, her curiosity got her into a spot of trouble where she engaged one, although the fight was not a simple one, her efforts was enough for the homeless individual to escape, however L'Oriana had to let the croc go and head back to base.

Days later Starbolt was geared up and ready to go, she was briefed much more one what was going on and who they were dealing with, if only communication was much more accessible for the team, Instead she would have to go out there and improvise against the enemy until she found her fellow team mates and assist them, Making sure her ring was secure on her, Starbolt flew out the HQ in search of more people needing rescue and to properly engaged these crocs, show them what a Tamerean can do.

Once back in the city Starbolt engaged another croc, stopping it before it could escape into the sewers, The battle was kinda quick paced as the creature had surprising speed to go with it strength, Close quarter probably was not advised as Starbolt tried to combine flying with her powers to do ranged damage, Not always simple as it was easy to underestimate the enemy along with her inexperience. The pair ended doing more damage to the surrounding area than each other but no one else was hurt or seriously injured, eventually she forced it to retreat after getting some good blows in from her powers. It was around this time that Starbolt spotted Hood, She recognized him from there brief encounter in the kitchen and thus went on to towards him to catch up and assist if needed, The numbers game would come in handy against the Crocs.


[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

[User]
"I have in the past, but it's been a while since the last time I've touched a board," Vail replied when Victoria asked if he had played chess before. "I can't say I've kept in practice lately." It was the way most of his hobbies went. He often spent a few years at a time mastering this or that, only to move on to something else when his interest eventually faded. The only habits he had kept up with over most of his life were reading, since authors were always coming up with new and interesting books, and dancing, which also adapted with the times. It was difficult to get bored of either when he always seemed to learn something new whenever he practiced. He enjoyed the challenge and mental stimulation of being surprised.

"I see," he looked her over again when she spoke of the tea. "Then I'm grateful… Although I don't believe your blood needs much enhancement." He hadn't had any trouble drawing up a steady flow when he bit her the last two times, and there had been nothing wrong with the taste either. Still, part of him was curious to find out if her persistence in staying hydrated would affect her blood at all. If it did, he might enjoy feeding on it even more than he already did, though it was hard for him to imagine liking it even more. If there was ever a chance for him to avoid getting addicted to the drug in her veins, it had long since passed.

As Victoria said she was accommodating, Vail had to agree. He didn't bother to hide his staring this time as she leaned forward, exposing the skin of her smooth shoulders to him. The scent of her blood still lingered faintly from the last time he had bitten her, mingling pleasantly with her perfume and tempting him with its sweetness. Combined with the bare flesh he could see, practically snowy in its fairness, he couldn't wait any longer. He'd done his part by chatting with her. Now, he wanted to take what he'd come for.

At her mention that she could wear even less if he preferred it, he looked up again to meet her gaze, slightly surprised by the flippant way by which she suggested it. In the world they lived in, they were already crossing lines that most women wouldn't dare to touch. He wondered again if she was challenging him. Even when she had asked him to hide the wounds he inflicted, he had been courteous enough to only lift her shirt where he wanted to bite her. It sounded like she didn't much care for respect though. He studied her with intrigue. If she was willing to open that door, then he would gladly step through it.

"I just might," he whispered to her, a feral grin crossing his features just before he rose from the lounge.

Stepping over to the table, he put out the lantern that had been glowing and silently circled back to where Victoria was seated. Though the gesture was partly for her sake—he doubted she would enjoy watching him pierce and bleed her delicate body—he honestly enjoyed the power that came with the darkness. Her human eyes couldn't make out what he was doing until they adjusted, giving him a few minutes to have complete control over the encounter. It was an exciting sensation.

Kneeling on the edge of the chaise lounge, Vail rested his hands on the Lady's shoulders and pushed her down onto her back so that he was hovering over her like he had the last time. Now that she had essentially given him a pass to prey on her in whichever way he pleased, he intended to have a little fun with it. She was a beautiful woman, after all. No sense in pretending like he wasn't seduced by her physical charms.

He leaned down so his face was close to her neck, breathing in her stimulating pheromones as he trailed his fingers over her curvaceous figure. After a minute, he located the slit on the front of her dress, hidden within the fabric frills. It was easy enough to loosen, and he pulled it open to expose her soft flesh underneath, which he continued to explore as he searched for a tender spot to bite.

Though he was the predator and she was his prey, he found the heat of the moment exhilarating. He hadn't been so close to a Lady in a long time. The feel of her skin and the aroma of her essence intoxicated him. He even felt slightly lightheaded, his heart was racing so quickly in his chest.

The prelude was exciting, but the prospect of tasting her blood was even more so. Shifting lower against her, Vail traced his tongue over the right side of her bare midriff, where he had decided he would feed from her this time. The left side had been a decent enough place to draw up a flow before, so he saw no reason to change it just yet. He took her by the wrists as he sank his fangs into her tender flesh, losing himself in the rich flavor of the blood that pooled against his teeth.

[Assistant]
Lady Victoria smiled in Vail's appreciation to the lengths she had gone to accommodate his needs. But she wanted to try and accommodate his other desires, he may be vampire, but he was still a red blood male. There was no denying that Victoria had begun to inadvertently flirt with the vampire. Whether she knew it herself or not remained to be seen. She was wary his eyes kept drifting over her. It was almost as if he were undressing her with his eyes already. His whispered hush tone to maybe take up her offer of wearing even less was welcomed. She couldn't say she was at all surprised by this. He was a vampire and he would be able to get easier access to her flesh, without the foreplay. Unless he preferred to unwrap his present slowly rather than being handed to him on a plate.

His feral grin caused her heart to skip a beat as he stood up. She anticipated his next move, which was to turn the lantern off. She was already breathing faster as soon as the room went dark. All she could hear was his movements, his footsteps on the floorboards edging closer. She could smell his cologne get stronger as he kneeled by the chaise lounge. Not knowing exactly where he was or what he was doing, excited the woman as she wondered what she was going to feel next and where. Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders as they pushed her back. She laid back, exhaling heavily. His fingers on her bare shoulders, they felt so tender, so gentle. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Why start there when he knew he couldn't bite where it could be seen? Was he…having his fun with her? It made her close her eyes and draw in what body heat he had.

His fingers trailing down her curves, made her tingle but the moment he located her skirt slit and pulled it open, a small whimper escaped her lips. She tried her best to keep quiet but couldn't stop the nervous giggle. She liked the idea of him removing her clothes inch by inch. She really enjoyed the prelude to his bites. Feeling the sound of his own breaths taking in her scent, her form, her blood when he drank it. He was enjoying it as much as she was, not just the blood drinking part of the hunt either, she could tell he wasn't so eager to just bite and run, he savoured this moment.

Those fangs sinking into her waist wasn't as painful as she'd expected as his saliva had numbed and primed the area. She wasn't as frozen as before, she wanted to reach up and grip onto his shoulder. Those strong broad shoulders, that held such powerful arms and chest that defended her from another vampire. Alas, he had her wrists pinned, so her leg shifted upward and brushed against his side. She couldn't help her rising hormones and attraction to this man. And she knew it was wrong…sinful to even lust for a vampire or any man she wasn't betrothed to for that matter, she couldn't control her desire. His intoxicating presence. Her lips quivered as she tried to keep as still as she could for his feed to be clean and swift.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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[User]
"I hope not too," Cas agreed with a tired smile when Maisie said she hoped he wouldn't stay for a month. "You're nice company and all, but I want to get home as soon as possible… Wouldn't want to intrude on your 'guy free zone' any longer than I have to." He winked at her jokingly as he added on the last bit. In all seriousness, Iris's friend was more pleasant to be around than he'd expected. He had nothing against the amnesiac, but given her track record with Ethan, Regis, and whoever else she knew that was part of the rebellion, he hadn't had the highest hopes that he would get along with anyone else she knew. Their hostess was turning out to be someone he could have seen himself becoming friends with if the circumstances were different.

When she brought over his tea, he laughed along with her. "Today's been hectic though," he shrugged one shoulder. "To be honest, I'm pretty sure I forgot cellphones existed for about twenty-four hours." Going a few days without access to one had definitely shifted his priorities. He'd gotten so used to relying on things he could see in front of his face that the thought of finding more tools like electronics hadn't really crossed his mind. He was just glad he'd thought of calling his father before he and Iris left her friend's place tomorrow.

"I'll just give them a meeting location to pick me up somewhere outside," he assured Maisie as he took the phone from her hand. He didn't really understand why she was so concerned about the soldiers when he'd already told her that they would listen to him, but he was too exhausted to waste time arguing about it. Instead, he dialed the number he knew by heart to reach the royal family's residence and lifted the brick-like phone to his ear while he waited for his tea to cool.

It wasn't his father or a servant who answered the phone though.

Who is this? An unfamiliar voice demanded through the speaker, masculine and hostile in its tone.

Cas blinked, thrown off until he realized that his call must have been intercepted by capital security, since it was coming from an unknown number in the twelfth district. His initial surprise was replaced with a wave of relief. He'd needed to get in contact with the military anyway, so this was much faster than speaking to the king first. "Oh, thank god," he sighed. "This is Caspian. I'm stuck in Tongsen, and I need—"

Alright, I'm going to stop you right there, the soldier interrupted in a growl. I don't have time for this nonsense right now. Do yourself a favor and don't call this number again. The warning was punctuated with a dial tone as the other man hung up.

"Um, what the hell?" Cas stared at the phone incredulously. He hadn't known what he was expecting when he'd tried to call home, but this grumpy guard definitely wasn't helping. With a twinge of annoyance, he punched in the number again and lifted the device to his ear.

The same soldier answered: Listen, kid, if I have to tell you one more time—

"No, you listen to me," Cas snapped. Under normal circumstances, he would never have lost his temper with a disrespectful soldier this quickly. However, right now, he was tired, achy, and didn't have the patience to put up with anyone else who would delay him from getting back to the mansion. "You're going to send an escort team to the gate between Tongsen and Bel Bicis to pick me up tomorrow morning. I expect them to be there no later than eleven. That should give you plenty of time to organize whoever and whatever you need to carry out your orders. Are we clear?"

To his bewilderment, the soldier just laughed. You've got balls to try telling me what to do, kid. I know you're not really Prince Caspian. In fact, I've traced the signal of this call to your exact location, and if you call this number again, I'll send a drone in to blow you to pieces. Just try me if you don't believe it. I'll enjoy proving you wrong. He hung up the phone again.

Cas gawped at the device in his hand, in disbelief about how certain the solder had been that he wasn't who he claimed to be. "What the fuck!?" he squawked. "He thought I was a prank caller? When I've been missing for five days? How stupid can he be?" He moved to dial the number again and then froze with his thumb still hovering over the keypad. Knowing that the military actually had the capability to trace calls and send drones to strike enemies remotely, he couldn't risk trying again and getting them all killed.

With a frustrated scoff, he set Maisie's phone down on the table and picked up his drink. "Well, that was a waste of time," he muttered, slouching down on the sofa and taking a sip of the warm tea. "Looks like we'll have to go with your idea after all, because my own guards can't recognize my damn voice."

[Assistant]
Maisie took her time enjoying her cup of tea, watching as he took the phone. It was hard not to feel relieved when he had mentioned he would give them a location meeting spot rather than her address. It wasn't that she didn't trust his word, she didn't trust the soldiers not to ruin everything in their wake. Especially seeing as the crown Prince had been taken hostage it wasn't going to end well; she knew it wasn't no matter the result. There was no way the Prince could be taken and there not be some consequence because of it, someone was going to suffer, and it would be their people. Maisie knew their people would be the ones to suffer first as they were insignificant to the King.

"Yeah it's been quite hectic, I can't imagine what you are going through." Maisie sighed to herself as she took her cup of tea and started to drink it relaxing in the kitchen as she looked at him making the call. Maisie felt somewhat guilty for his situation as the rebellion had gone too far, but as much as she knew felt it deep down she knew that there was barely anything she could do about it.

Hearing him speak down the phone she turned making herself busy, she didn't want to just be stood there listening although it wasn't hard to eavesdrop because it wasn't that far away from the kitchen. Frowning as she heard him, she didn't think that the call was going well, not by the sounds of it. Glancing down at the cup of tea she went to say something but already he had started to call them back and this time he sounded demanding. Maybe this will be the one? Thinking that the next call would do it, but moments late she could see his face drop. "Ah…" Finishing off her cup of tea she headed back into the room picking up her phone and placing it in her pocket, "I'm sorry… I didn't expect it to go like that. I would have thought that they would know. You've been missing for quite some time… I don't know why this would happen." Shaking her head, she headed towards the bedroom, "Iris will get you home, we'll work on that plan tomorrow. What's best now is getting some rest. Sorry I couldn't be of more help." Offering him a sympathetic smile before she headed into the bedroom where her friend was.

Walking inside she could see Iris curled up on the bed eyes closed, finally asleep. Although it didn't look like she was having a pleasant dream. Sighing to herself Maisie moved the duvet covering her friend before getting inside with her running fingers through her hair trying to calm her friend. Maisie had a horrible feeling in her stomach, she was anxious on letting her friend go tomorrow but she knew it had to happen. As much as she wanted to stop it, she couldn't, she knew by s topping her friend the guilt would only worsen and it was pretty bad at the moment. "What have you gotten yourself into." Sighing as she continued to soothe Iris in her sleep.


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Pack: Uutar

Gender: Male

Age: 3.5 weeks

Personality: An overly (and dangerously) adventurous pup who is commonly oblivious to danger. Rudder is commonly found either play-fighting with his siblings or 'hunting a beast of evil'. This usually ends up with him further away from the den then he should be, fighting an imaginary monster before returning home (if not found) covered in mud or thorns.

He could be described as; attentive, silly, overly imaginative, tough and annoying/entertaining (depends who you ask).

Appearance:

Other: While this is his character sheet of who he is, expect him to be basically the opposite (at least at first) because of the extremely traumatic event that he will be introduced to in his first post. He's going to have a bit of PTSD and probably a bit of depression to begin with. Change of plans with first post, less depressing.

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she howled once more before collapsing back to the ground her lungs filled with dust and smoke and her eyes red from the debris in the air. "damn" she said with spite
"this is not good.. stupid stupid im so stupid" she looked around tugging on her back leg again the rock moving a bit but the pain rushed threw it making her yelp out and whimper. she laid her paws out and just laid there whimpering tears rolling down her fur.. "there gone... all gone.."

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The beast of evil faced down the Alpha male of Uutar. The great wolf barked at the beast, "Turn back from whence you came, beast! I will not let you harm my pack or our territory."

The creature released a heavy, and mocking, laugh, "I've enslaved every pack before, what makes you think you can take me on?" The beast then brushed a paw against it's large buck-teeth as it's bushy tail twitched in the wind, "I, the Giant Evil Squirrel Overlord of Jumamar will not back down to anyone; especially not you, Rudder the Great! While you may have defeated the Grizzly of Ublar, I will not be as easy."

Rudder, the great wolf of the forest, growled at the beast, "Turn back now, or be defeated here." The beast released a roar before charging our hero. Rudder displayed his great speed by jumping to the side, dodging the Giant Evil Squirrel Overlord of Jumamar's attack. He then chomped on the Giant Evil Squirrel Overlord of Jumamar's tail, a sound of both pain and panic erupted from the beast's mouth. Rudder then shook his head from side to side, pulling the full weight of the beast left and right. And he shook... and he shook... and shook... and shook... and-

Rudder was brought back to reality; Why is the ground shaking? Dropping the stick from his mouth, Rudder glanced around at his surroundings in worry. He wasn't near the den, probably would get scolded by dad again for wandering off. However, his thoughts were on the more pressing matter of the earth shaking. Rudder also now noticed a loud rumbling coming from the direction of the mountain, What's going on?!

As if hearing his thoughts, the ground stopped shaking and the rumbling ceased. He waited a few moments before bolting for the den without second thoughts. What happened? Did the mountain move? Was the earth upset? These thoughts, as well as many others, passed through the little cub's mind as he ran home... Or what was home.

It took the sandy-colored wolf cub a few minutes to get within visual rang of the den, where he saw the damage. What... what happened? Boulders, stones, rocks and pebbles could be seen strewn all over the place, as if the mountain had vomited up parts of itself.

Movement near what was the den caused the little cub to freeze, Who is that? He took a sniff of the air. All he could smell was the familiar smell of pack-members, stone and... Blood? The little cub needed to get closer to find out what happened but without getting caught. He didn't want to get scolded for running off again.

As he quickly, and quietly, climbed up the scree to try to hear or see what's going on. He managed to get close enough to smell distinctly that Kaaili and Jal were nearby. Rudder noticed that they were on the move, down the scree. He stopped on a stone as they moved, hoping not to be noticed as they passed by. The stone he stood on however, didn't like the added weight of the wolf cub. It started to roll down the slope, crashing into other stones or boulders as it did. Rudder gave a quick yelp as he jumped off the stone that intended to take him down with it. The cub managed to keep his footing as he watched the stone tumble down to the bottom of the scree.

Rudder quickly looked back at Kaaili and Jal, realizing they probably heard that. He lowered his ears and tucked his tail between his legs, expecting a scolding from either of them for running off again.

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Jal had never been more glad to see a pup in his life. He had heard the little rocks tumbling, and for a horrible second he thought the mountain had awakened again. He had whipped his head round, ready to run, when he saw a little bundle of tan fur looking at Kaaili and himself sheepishly.
'Rudder!' He yelped, euphoric. Jalil bounded over to the cub, snuffling and licking him all over in happiness. 'Are you well? Are you hurt? Where were you? Where you in the den?' He prodded Rudder with his nose, not smelling any blood on him, rejoicing in the fact that not all of the Uutar clan were dead. He turned to Kaaili and said, 'Look, Kaaili! Come! Rudder is still alive!'

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Kaaili's ears pricked and she turned her head as fast as a snake's strike. A precious pup had survived! She rushed after Jal as fast as the unstable scree would allow without sliding again. Practically shaking with the relief that one of the litter wasn't dead, she gave Rudder a couple of reassuring licks, her tail giving a couple wags so strong that they made her posterior wiggle. There'd be no easy way to explain to him that his parents and siblings had been crushed, so she decided that it could wait, unless the pup asked.

"Come with us, Rudder. We're not angry at you, but we have to go down the mountain. You've never been below treeline, have you?"

[User] Sasha stayed to the ground her whimpering not stoping she didnt know what to do she was alone and confused about what had happen from what she knew she was all that was left of her pack.. but then a thought crossed her mind what about the other packs. what became of them... she knew the Rretili were sneaky but could they have survived and the Uutar well they were very un trusting but she still was concerned.. they all had pups and elders... maybe some of them survived .. she knew she was closer to the Uutar borders. she looked up toward the mountain top and let out one last loud howl the last one she had in her "Help Please!"

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DeadWood's ears flicked and she quickly turned her head in the direction of the Eirir. Faintly she could hear a desperate howl for help, so desperate it almost sounded broken. It wasn't as faint as the howl she heard earlier, so the only other option was that it was a howl from an Eirir wolf.

DeadWood growled at herself, thinking about what she should do next. "As far as I know my pack is gone, hunters could possibly still be out, but two is better than one I suppose..." She thought to herself, and then chuckled, "Well, if hunters DO find me, I better have someone else for them to pick." DeadWood said to herself and then quickly weaved her way out of the thorn bushes she had hidden in. Once she was safely out she quickly began to sprint across the burnt forest, towards the direction of the Eirir where the desperate howl came from. Ashes kicked up behind her as she ran as fast as she could. She needed to get there quickly, or else she could have quite possibly put herself back into immense danger. Within minutes DeadWood had bolted past the boarder of the burnt forest and darted into the Eirir territory.

DeadWood dodged and weaved around various trees of the territory. After a few minutes of running, she skidded to a halt once she came face-to-face with what used to be the Eirir den. Huffing a bit, DeadWood shouted, "Where are you?!" All she could see were rocks and dust. A few of the large rocks were spattered with blood, but since DeadWood was sinister to begin with, she didn't mind. DeadWood attempted to move a few, they only moved slightly. She growled in annoyance. "Where are you?!" She shouted again and loudly roar-barked a few times to try to alert anyone near-by.

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Rudder was a tad bit confused over Jalil and Kaaili's reactions, something didn't seem right. He didn't dwell on this set of thoughts for long with all of Jalil's questions ringing in his ears, "I'm fine..."

Kaaili's question caused the little cub to squirm a little, "Erm... No..." It was a half-lie, he had once chased a butterfly of evil down there but not beyond. Rudder tried to quickly think of a way out of more possible troubling questions when he heard a faint howl. "Who was that?"

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Sasha herd a growl and yiped out as she tried to move hearing the voice ask were she was her lungs still smoke filled she could barely speak "over here please on the side" she said trying to be as loud as she could.

She twisted her body and tried to grab a nearby rock with her paw and push it out for the other to see. it was a small rock but could be herd and that was enough.

[User] DeadWood turned as she heard a weak voice call out from her left. As she turned she saw a small rock tumble towards her paws. She carefully padded towards the direction the rock tumbled from, as she walked past a few more large rocks she spotted a white female wolf with her leg trapped underneath another large rock. DeadWood paused and glanced inside the den, seeing nothing but fallen rocks and crushed bodies. "You, my dear, are very lucky to be alive at this moment.." DeadWood said, now looking down at the wolf. DeadWood must have looked very grim and intimidating due to the other female's position. DeadWood was already rather tall, but from the other's angle it was possible for her to look even taller. DeadWood's eyes held no sympathy, her body language showed no urgent concern. Her ears perked forward as she looked at the female's trapped leg. Slowly, DeadWood backed up, head held low in concentration. With a loud growl she darted forward and slammed her torso up against the rock, just giving enough force to cause it to budge and roll away. DeadWood took a few steps back to give the wolf some space, "You, what is your name? Were there any others out hunting or scouting? Because if there are, they might be dead too. Hunters attacked my pack, they might still be out there." DeadWood said, sitting down a few steps away from the wolf. "I am DeadWood."

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"Sasha" she spoke softly moveing her back leg a lil it hurt but felt fine otherwise.
"and i dont know i was alseep when i woke up... i busted out of the den but then the rocks they fell.." she looked to the other she was so tall and sleek looking.

"you said something about hunters.."

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Jalil heard the howl, as faint as it was. He turned to Rudder, aware that the pup wasn't to know about the disaster. Jal decided to just come out with it- the faster he told Rudder, (hopefully) the faster the news would heal.
'Up at the den...' He began, carefully. 'Up at the den, there was a great shower of rocks. Sometimes in the old times the mountains used to become angry, and when they were angry they would spit out their teeth at the world below.' The words flowed easier, as the old tales of his mother and grandmother seemed to come unbidden out of his mouth. 'One of these rocks landed on our den, and..it killed everyone inside. We are the only Uutar left..me, you, and our packmate Kaaili.'
'Now we must go behind the treeline, to hunt and, to find out who that howl belongs to.' He looked at Kaaili, hoping he had explained well enough.

[Assistant] Kaaili nodded in approval and closed her eyes to think, hoping that the explanation wouldn't frighten poor little Rudder too much. "We will find food," she agreed, "and we will find out about whoever howled, but we must be careful." She took a couple of pensive steps down the rocky slope and made an effort to keep her ears standing straight in a show of false confidence. "We can't let Rudder out of our sight, so that leaves only one to hunt...unless the howler is worthy of trust." Her hackles raised at the thought of facing a stranger, but she shook the dust out of her fur and continued to lead the way slowly, unsure of herself.


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"How long have I been asleep in my own mind. What atrocities have I commited in the name of a god I never believed in. No more. This stolen strength will aid the world, not sunder it!"

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Age:32

GenderMale

Race:Human

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Personality - Jeggred, his true name forgotten over years of subjegation, is a vindictive and often cruel man. His time worshipping an entity of darkness has torn apart the sanity of his mind under the weight of servitude.
A sanity he has only recently begun to recover.

At his core shines a golden radiance that was his true faith to the lords above. It speaks to him of tolerance and peace, at war with the black of his sins.

The inner conflict between his brainwashing and the faith of his forefathers has created twin personalities. Making him dangerous and often unpredictable.

History - Shadows. Suffering. Screams of the dead and dieing, their bodies mutilated and hung like tapestries from the blackened walls of the keep.
They speak of pain commited with his own hands. The memories of hiw cruelty linger even now, still so fresh and vivid. The markings upon their flesh is the unmistakable result of his own handiwork.

They were the sacrifices to darkness needed, required, for his tutelage.

When had they taken him aay from the world of his youth. When tapestries of heroes adorned the walls, weapons for good rested on the hips and in the hands of veterans to the righteous causes. Jeggred cannot answer these questions any longer.
Stolen from his home and robbed if his fath he had been beaten and broken at the hands of true evil. Influenced by his own pain to share it with others.

Years of prolonged cruelty ended in an instant. The man, old and frail, had taken once glance at Jeggred armed with his sinister tools and smiled. Spoke of forgiveness, not from his captors. To them.
His last breathe spoke of a strange gods name, a word beyond strength that tore into Jeggreds soul like a dagger.

His home. Their gods. His past.

Memories long burned from his mind rose again and brought confusion. Pain. A red haze the likes of which he had never known until pnly darkness remained.

The last memories Jeggred has is waking up upon the freezing mountaintops, in robes stolen from his 'siblings'. Stained with red and back blood.

A golden song echoes in his heart, wordlessly speaking of atonement. Atonement he can never hope to be forgiven for.

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Weapons
* lightsbane

Magic
* Wither - Jeggred tears the energy from the target, sundering their will. Enemies effected become sluggish and dazed.
* Rot - A single cut can turn fatal when the twisted magics curse them. Enemies suffer rapid flesh decay for a brief period of time based on pre-existing wounds.
* Shackle - Nether bindings made from the dark magic at Jeggreds command wrap around a target, preventing them from moving for a short period of time. Can be channeled for longer duration.
* Sunder - All things must end. The enemies cursed with this horrible incantation often erupt in terrible wounds across their naked flesh. The more mana put into this spell the greater the wound is inflicted.
* Consume - Siphons the lifeforce of an enemy to regenerate Health and Magic.
* Sacrifice - consumes the sundered energy of his victims to greatly empower his next spell.
* Stolen strength - Infuse the vitality of a sundered soul trapped in his blade to empower himself or an ally.
* Damned souls - Steals a fraction of a beings immortal soul, sealing it into his cursed sword. Can be expunged ot consumed at will.
The power of the spell depends on the soul, or the amount of souls.

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Theme Song:

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Rishi

Rishi couldn't remember most of the trip to this obelisk or why she really joined up with them, the Oni woman was smashed off the wine and sake she guzzled down, the whole trip to that tall pillar thing she was belching and burping up a mixture of the intoxicating alcoholic beverages, she didn't even pay attention to what was going on when they arrived up till the glowing and the pillar thing began humming and crap then silence, everything seemed to be going a mile a minute.

The Oni watched in her drunken daze as the obelisk started to come to life once again and thought that it would've been better if they just smashed the big rock into tinier rocks. But before that could happen, much, much, more began to happen before the Oni's eyes, she spotted a woman inside of the pillar as its rocks fell from it, then the human fell dead before them." Pathetic, they didn't even give us a chance to fight them, if that was gonna happen." The drunken said aloud.

It wasn't long before the Oni sobered up when a large rock landed on her head and broke into pieces, the massive rubble simply gave the Oni a splitting pain in her head and pissed her off, she wanted to destroy the cave they were in by clubbing the rocks, but then something else decided to step in, and it wanted to fight, it was some kind of decaying beast with a mouth full of sword-like teeth and parasites that emerged from its grotesque malformed mouth." Is now the time to be crushing and clubbing and causing chaos?" Rishi asked the strange woman from before.

She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled two of her clubs off her hip and began swinging at the tiny monsters, sure they weren't much of a problem for the Oni herself, she could easily stomp on the things with her feet, but if her clubs didn't get a work out she'd need to worry about taking them out when the monstrous humans arrived. One of them stood tall, looked human if they were combined with something else, like some kind of animal, you know the one with the big claws and teeth that stick out of its mouth?

Before Rishi could think about taking a crack at the one being that looked like it could put up an actual fight, the human woman Rishi spoke with earlier began setting all of them on fire and burning them with some kind of magic, and then the Oni herself remembered her own magic, but with all the wine she drunk earlier she knew she couldn't concentrate enough to put up the barrier, so she chose the next best thing she could do. Rishi sucked in some air through her teeth and let out her Oni roar, it sounded almost like something between a dragon's roar, a lion's roar, and something demonic, the sound of the roar let the flames carry more of the enemies and even pushed some of the fire into the maw of the monster that was bringing more of the monsters.

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Eleanor Jehenne

Then everything exploded.

At least, that's what seemed to happened. The Lance Corporal barely had time to register the dead, ancient entity, before a horde of possessed adventurers, a massive worm, a swarm of suckling giant mosquitos, and a rotting necormancer burst forth straight from Eleanor's childhood nightmares. Then, apparently, one of her teammates took it upon herself to immediately cover everything in flames, spouting nonsensical phrases. Then, the oni yelled really fucking loud.

So, the flames were obscuring her vision, and she couldn't hear a God-forsaken thing. She felt something large land on her head and with a clenched fist, she smacked away the horrific flying abberation. Unsheathing her sword, eyes wide and teeth clenched, Jehenne was desperate to get away from the oncoming army of evil incarnate. Luckily, muscle memory took over to prevent her from screaming like a little girl and jumping into the pit and hoping her neck broke before she became a zombie. Instead, she held her weapon in her right hand and interposed her shield of Jumme between herself and the nearest ex-adventurer. She'd never seen anything like it. One eye was still visible from beyond the caked layer of corrupted flesh that pulled the being's maw wide. A terrible groaning whisper escaped it's throat before it swung forth with a wicked fist.

It slammed against Eleanor's shield with a wet slap, which Eleanor quickly diverted away, sending the humanoid creature off balance. Eleanor sliced the being's offending arm clean off, and watched it spiral back into the pit out of the corner of her eye. She put the death-seeker out of it's misery with a follow-up stroke across the neck that seperated the head from the rest of it's decaying body. It went limp and fell ontop of one of it's compratriates and they both tumbled into darkness.

A flying creature turned from the swarm and bee-lined towards Eleanor. It was incinerated. Then, another one began it's descent towards her- lucky enough to avoid the flames. Timing the swing just right, the flying organism was bifurfacted by her sword as it sailed pass, lifeless.

"Form a circle!" She echoed the wayward knights command, and raising her shield, reversed away from the battle, calling for a retreat back to safety. She stood by Scholar Printh and Sir Dirron, joining the yet-to-be formation. Several hovering minions approached, but she cut them out of the air and kept them at bay as they harried her.


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"asoiaf: Aerion Targaryen" by MathiaArkoniel licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current king of Dainia and father to the twin princes of the kingdom. He is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and only few know of his intention to end the bloodline of the royal family of Lunar by finding the heir to the throne of the enemy state.

Queen Velda of Dainia

"Historically accurate Disney - Belle" by Niobesnuppa licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current queen of Dainia and mother to the twin princes of the kingdom. She is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and it is unrevealed if she shares or is even aware of the king's intention regarding the heir to the throne of Lunar.

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Eliezer let her speak, glancing down at her hand when she tightened her grip on his. Her touch provided him with an explainable sense of security, though, it was different from the one that he realized he had gradually been letting go of since he had met her. He had always found security in certainty, and because of her, he had begun giving a clear future up to find himself and experience a love for someone else that he never had before. There was no undoing what had already been done, but from the current moment, he had to decide how to proceed. He had been unsure of what was right, perhaps he should be thinking of what he valued instead - his journey of self discovery and relationship with Raven, or an assured future for Dainia? He could not leave his people in the lurch, he would not, but Raven's joy over him listening to his heart made him want to continue as such to keep her happy, for that had its own reward.

"It makes no sense for us to sacrifice so much for something that could potentially hurt us so badly, and yet..." he trailed off, unable to explain his feelings because he could not understand them.

A couple of other issues were on his mind too, however, one being Raven's unexplainable hair growth. It was even more perplexing that she did not know how it had happened. That was in turn pushed to the back of his mind when she suddenly collapsed to the floor in pain, startling him. He knelt to her level, this time being the one to take her hand into his and gripping it firmly. Why was she hurting, and why without warning?

"My lady, what is wrong? What can I do?" He asked, although believing that she likely had no idea what was happening to her.

He held her head against his shoulder and started to stroke the back of her hair, meaning to offer some comfort. He attempted to appear calm in spite of experiencing panic on the inside. He was also frustrated that he did not know what to do to help her, and even more so that there was no one he could turn to because nobody except for a few knew that she was in the estate. He could only hope that Raven's companions were still around and keeping watch. He glanced around, finding it rather ridiculous that he did not know if who he was looking for was present and would answer when he called out, but he had no other choice.

"Shadow? Anyone?"

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Hildebrand shook his head. "It is one thing to be kept safe from being hurt by assassins, and another to have what Lady Nemes had done exposed to the public. I am concerned that the Red Robin would succeed in revealing His Highness's secret and the fact that she is keeping it for him."

When Amy again brought up that she knew about his regret, he only sighed and responded to it. "If you insist that we speak about it, then tell me how you knew that I regretted saying it, and that I was wondering how you knew."

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Raven breathed heavy still as she held onto Eliezer with one hand and clutched her chest it was like something painful and sharp was traveling through her bloodstream and nervous system causing all her pains. "Why.....why is this happening again?" She asked in a was telling him this has happened Bedford. "I had this happen before but not as bad as this." She got out in between her heavy breathing. "After I turned 11 these pains started Master did something to make it stop but I don't remember." Raven explained to him soon feeling another sharp pain corse through her harshly and she tried to bit her li to prevent her from screaming in pain.

Soon Shadow made his way into the room and was shocked to see Raven on the floor with Eliezer. "What happened?" He asked as he ran over to see Raven breathing heavy and could tel she was in a lot of pain. "Shadow...get Master NOW!" She said as she clutched her chest more and tears feel from all her pains and Shadow nodded. "Eliezer if you can help her into bed so she can lay down I am going to have Sparrow or Amy get water and a rag to help out a bit I will be back as fast as I can with our master." Shadow said to Eliezer and rushed off. He found Amy first talking to Hildbrand and rushed over. "Amy stop flirting with the guard already I need you to get a bowl of cold water and a rag." Shadow said to her making Am freak a bit and blush. "Shadow you idiot and why should I!?" Amy said flustered and mad but Shadow stared her down. "Amy its happening again." He said to her and Amy looked confused. "What is happening again Shadow?" She asked and Shadow looked at her. "Ravens mysterious pains are back and they are worst." Shadow said and Amy looked shocked. "I thought master took care of that when she was 11?" Amy said confused. "He did but its somehow back I am going to look for him get the water so we can put a cool damp rag on her head to help give her some comfort I will be back soon as I can." Shadow finished explaining and Amy nodded before watching Shadow vanish.

"Sorry Hildebrand I got work to do." Amy said and rushed off to get the bowl of water and rag and take it to Raven in hers and Eliezer's room.

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Alister was still searching the streets and places for Raven for he needed to find her so her grandfather can help her when she awakens. "Man where did she hide she is not at the orphanage the tavern actually no one has seen her there for days where did you disappear too Raven?" Alister said confused and soon ran into an older gentleman. "Oh I am sorry sir I was not looking where I was going." Alister said to to him and the man turns around. It was Ravens old master.
"No it is alright it is late and you look like you been on a hunt for something." Her old master said with a smile.
"Well yes I am looking for my niece she may be in danger and I have to find her." Alister explained and Raven's master looked at him. "Oh I am so sorry who is your niece I might know her?" He offered to Alister with a smile.
"Oh her name is....." Before he could say it was Raven Shadow appeared before them.
"Master there you we need you it is Raven the pains are back!" Shadow said not noticing Alister. "What but how I suppressed it years ago?" He said to Shadow in disbelief. "Well it is back and we need you now for it seems to be worst then when it happened the first time we need to get to Nemes Manor now." Shadow explained and the old Assassin Master nodded. "Alright lead the way and forgive me sir I need to go Raven is my pupil and need me now lets go shadow." He said and ran off with them.

Alister stood there shocked. "Oh no!" ALister soon ran back to Roberto and reported what he found out which lead to having being ordered to be taken to Nemes manor immediately.


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Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
6.6ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

Time With the Inquisitor: W.I.P.

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"I think you just need to appreciate the luxury of life, Ansgar."

Adrianne replied with a slight chuckle.

"With stormbolter, it doesn't matter much whether the target is a naked little gretchin or a hulking space marine. The result is a target thorn to shreds before you can even sing the first verse of the emperor's litany!"

...

"Come to think of it, you can decimate a small building in the blink of an eye with that thing... "

The Psyker paused as she thought of the awesome destructive potential of the Stormbolter. A normal bolter was already comparable to a fully automatic grenade launcher with great penetrative force. A stormbolter was often just a bunch of bolters smashed together, for even more destructive powers!
She had seen a line of heavily armored Ork nobz turned into red paste by a stormbolter years ago, before the front part of the bunker behind them had then caved out from the missed bolter rounds.

To her, the Stormbolter was amongst the epitome of the Astarte's fetish for anything overkill!

And she didn't mind...

"Just bear in mind that; just as the star that burns twice as bright, it will only burn half as long. Once you press the trigger, the fun is over as soon as it starts." Adrianne commented with a toyful tone as she cast a sly smirk over at the arbites at the end of her sentence.

"Stars go supernova when they burn out, mistress." Suddenly sounded the stoic, robotic voice of her servitor.
"Such may be a poor analogy, unless you expect the weapon to explode in the guardman's face."

...

There was a pause, before Adrianne turned around to look at the servitor with one glaring, purple eye.

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Ansgar patiently heard out the psyker as she drooled, figuratively he assumed, over the Storm Bolter and its impressive capacity for destruction. Yes, the weapon could rip anything caught in its burst to shreds, but as she pointed out, the weapon chewed through ammo at an alarmingly fast pace. Ansgar's opinion on the storm bolter, as such, was rather mixed, knowing how much of a nightmare the things tended to be from a logistics stand point. Space Marines tended to not care for such things, they had rarer issues with supplies due to being as favored as they were. A Guardsman could ill afford to be wasteful with supplies, even the routine mishaps in supply shipping. He had seen a Trooper, upon receiving barrels of industrial strength acid instead of promethium, modify his heavy flamer to accept the acid and utilized it to alarming efficiency against the Tyranid forces. Emperor provided providence, or a happy accident, Ansgar cared little in regards to that acid thrower that had been cobbled together. The fact it worked better than Promethium was good enough for the Krieger.

The comment of stars going supernova brought a quiet snort from the Krieger. What, did the servitor mix up plasma weapons for bolter weapons? Guardsmen issued plasma weapons had the dubious honor of maintaining and firing the damned things, and if Grenadiers thought their Hellguns were unreliable, than Emperor help the poor special weapon bastards carrying plasma weapons. Even properly maintained, he'd seen the things overheat and damn near kill the trooper holding it. Then again, a trick that most didn't think about was that lasguns could indeed take out armor, not in the way one might expect. Overloading the power cell into the lasgun without giving it a discharge path turned the rifle into a bomb, though the obvious problems were a lack of consistent timing, the loss of said weapon, the fact it was barely as strong as a krak grenade, and so on and so on. Truly a desperation move indeed. "If this storm bolter has had so little maintenance it resembles a plasma weapon, I believe our concerns are greater than a storm bolter detonating..."

However, he highly doubted the Sisters would leave one of their transports so ill maintained. Still though, his Engineer habits had him constantly checking and rechecking the equipment. Ansgar knew that things only would break in a significant manner when it mattered that they did not, if one left the possibility to chance. He had no intention of letting it go to chance. Beyond this, however, Ansgar was simply keeping his mind from wandering, something that was an eternal battle for a sentry. Remaining focused and alert was far more difficult, in ways that one might not think. Sure, sleep deprivation or a wandering mind might be a problem, but a lack of attention to subtle details and subtler changes to a familiar environment could be the only warnings one would get. And considering the lack of familiarity with this environment? He had a difficult task indeed, considering he could not risk missing a cue that might save or damn the lot of them.

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"Doesn't matter..." Vala replied to Adrianne with displeased expression." I got tricked, should have stayed back at base. I hoped for nice dinner out and it turns out we are simply going on a raid." The former merc stated with sad voice, regretting her decision. She could have stayed at base and tinker her newest invention... weapon. A weapon perfect for dealing with specific high armored targets. Targets like power armor or warp shielding." I just want now to get this over with and return back..."

 She heard one of the new face say something and then looked up at him. Just the usual poor sod roped into inquisition duties. Vala herself was not given much of a choice in the matter so she at least tried to make the best of it by tinkering like mad on invention she before had not the resources to make. She now wondered what was his story... was he forced.. did he volunteer or something or was he requested specifically...

 "As long as the ammunition isn't defective and the bolter doesn't heat up to a point it causes the bullets to ignite before fired, you should be fine." Vala stated to Ansgar and threw a look at Adrianne.

 "I'm personally fan of heavier hitting weapons... Shotguns... cannons... the higher impact and damage ones that take are focused on high range, velocity and damage instead of speed." She said with a sigh." In fact I'm in the middle of finishing a laser cannon that should be powerful enough to pierce through space marine power armor in a single shot. Granted it's very slow rate of fire, but in return it should be good to go from mile and something. Basically it's an sniper cannon... You'll like the results it gives."

[Assistant]
The Servitor's vox box would automatically crackle into life, using its same, monotone voice to answer the Krieger's comment.

"Clarification: I was suggesting that the analogy used by my mistress may,-"

"Mute!"

Suddenly sounded Adrianne's voice as the Psyker had leaned over to stretch out one arm to press a hidden button on the servitor's back, as its vox box suddenly grew silent. It moved about, shuffling slightly, but not a single sound came from it aside from the occasional whirring sound of gizmos and hydraulics from its body.

Leaning back into her chair, now with a much more satisfied look on her face, Adrianne would turn to look back over at Vala with a smile.

"Heavy hitting? Shotguns? Sweetie, you do realize what a bolter is?!" Adrianne quipped with a mischievous smile!
"It is essentially a direct grenade launcher. And a stormbolter is just two bolters latched together. If you like heavy hitting options, you'd fall in love with it if you tried!"

The Psyker commented with a sly grin.

"And don't you worry about food. House raids are actually quite lucrative on a rich world. Even the heretics around here are bound to be well off! Imagine the foodstuffs we'll be able to find in their larder!" Adrianne said with a glint in her eye! For it had been a thought that had just struck her too!

It had taken a while for her to realize that the average citizen on this planet was actually quite well off compared to other areas of the Imperium. Which meant that when they invariable kicked in the door and the Sister of Battle did her thing and burnt the owner on charges of heresy, that meant they retained the right to confiscate all their stuff! Foodstuff included!
While Adrianne did not consider herself a burglar, it was technically alright in her mind if she confiscated the stuff under imperial or inquisitorial decree! It would technically not be stealing then!

... in theory.


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Age/Race/Gender: 24/Dalentian/Female
Appearance:
Googled mystic woman sci-fi, found what I wanted in the fantasy section, hahaha

Dalentians by themselves are usually tall humanoids with exceedingly white skin and haunting black eyes. A person looking at a unarmored Dalentian might take notice of their naturally thinner build and limbs, making them feel unnatural to a human. Yet, they have mouths, noses and eyes with senses very comparable to a human's, except the advanced night-vision. But, their bodies have an easier time building an acrobatic build and even normal Dalentians can do complex jumps while still wearing armor. They're natural hunters, silent in their movements and fast in their strikes. All of them likely have some form of markings on the side of their face, which designates their role in Dalentian society.

Lataniva herself is 188 cm tall, which is actually short for a Dalentian. As any Dalentian, she has white skin and black eyes, with long flowing black hair behind her. She wears tight black clothes along her body, which hides her body's shape by virtue of being dark. Her armor is flexible and light, despite how it looks, and allows her to move quickly in exchange for some durability. There are gems from her home-planet on the armor, and a gem on a headband she has attached to her forehead. Dalentians are under the belief that these gems enhance their psionics… though that's ludicrous. … Right?

Occupation: Convict, due to a specific set of circumstances. Might have acted as an assassin, at times. Hunter-Warrior of Dalentia, otherwise.

Weapons: A halberd, used for stabbing and slicing. The dangerous part is pretty small, it's made for doing injuries rather than killing mostly, hurting and incapacitating rather than finishing off. The size also lends itself to homing in on weak points in armor. Also, a number of (6) daggers sheathed here and there in her outfit, just in case.
Armor: Classical armor, made out of metal from her homeworld. It covers her legs, arms and torso. It's light, to allow for acrobatics, meaning it isn't quite as durable as it looks, which is intentional. Dalentians focus on dodging attacks above all, so the armor is mostly to look imposing, but it also protects against smaller attacks. Counts as Armored.
Items: Several gems, one on a headband she's always wearing, others on her armor. She brought a backpack, which contains things for surviving. Like, a simple cooking set, many days' worth of emergency provisions, a few replacement tips for the halberd if it breaks, tissues, several changes of clothes, what's left of her funds, a sleeping bag…

Skills: Considerably acrobatic, her body is that of a trained Dalentian warrior, able to make use of her enhanced awareness to avoid attacks. Lataniva also has considerable skill with her halberd, trained to be able to target weak spots in enemy armor and hit them. She's a skilled tracker, able to follow the slightest signs of that someone has gone through an area, and she can be absolutely silent sneaking up on prey. She has the knowledge to cook and survive in the wild without technology if that ever becomes relevant. She has pretty good memory as well as deductive capability. And, on top of this, her considerable prowess with psionic powers is not to be underestimated.
Antiskills: Dalentians are seemingly incapable of understanding how technology works. Even if they learn what buttons to press or how to use it, they can never become actually good at it. This includes aiming, piloting, operating consoles or instruments, etc. This obviously comes as a weakness in a world of space-crafts. In addition, as an alien with somewhat different values, it is often difficult for her to understand some things of the other races, and she will definitely normally stand out if trying to go unnoticed in a city.

Powers: Dalentians are powerful psionics.

Telekinesis: Using their minds, a Dalentian can push and pull objects around. It becomes an instantaneous amount of force, but with focus they can steadily lift something and move it. This has a limited range of 20 meters, and it grows weaker the further away from 10 meters the target is, and regardless it can only be used to lift up to 100 kg at a time, the effect growing predictably less impressive the more weight that has to be affected. Lataniva herself likes using it to pull guns out of the hands of enemies or sending her halberd or daggers flying into enemies, or to pull on enemies in close combat to make them lose balance and give her a chance to strike.

Psionic Burst: By focusing power, a Dalentian can cause some form of unnatural explosion of power. It can be either directed in a direction away from the Dalentian's hand or the power can be thrown to explode upon impact within throwing distance. The power is roughly that of a hand-grenade. However, this particular ability should be used sparingly, as focusing that amount of psionic power can take its toll on the Dalentian. Any more than two without rest in between can lead to severe exhaustion and headaches for the Dalentian, and even just one can impact the Dalentian's fighting prowess for a while.

Hyper Awareness: Naturally, sensing through a sixth sense, Dalentians can sense the presence of things in their surroundings using psionics. This is completely natural to a Dalentian, just as hearing and sight. With this sense, they know the movements of allies and enemies, and can predict when they'll be in danger so they can dodge. They use this to deftly avoid gunfire and attacks. The range is, if not blocked, around 30 meters. However, it is blocked by any and all walls, just as sight, as the sense somehow cannot go through physical objects. It can move around some limited things, you can't hide from it by hiding behind another person or a fence, but a wall will block it. As in, it can sense on the other side of a car, but it can't sense inside the car. Not usually an issue in the jungles of the Dalantian homeworld, but in civilization more so. It cannot sense through windows. Still, it means any Dalentian has an additional source of information about the area, one which might seem disturbingly unnatural to any onlooker.

(limited) Mind Reading: The Dalentians' greatest pride is their ability to distinguish the liars from the truthful. If they are allowed to touch a person, they can use their psionic talent to search the target's mind. To effectively search, they need to know what they're looking for, or the brain is just going to be a tangled mess to read. In addition, they've learned that other races don't appreciate being mind-read on a daily basis like back home, so they save it for enemies and possible liars. This power is what gave rise to the Dalentian's excessive obsession with trust and truth, for they had ways to find it. It should be noted, it is harder for a Dalentian to use this power on anything that isn't a Dalentian, harder the more foreign the mind is, but they can get it to work.

Mind Control: The most dangerous weapon in a Dalenian's psionic range. Given touch, and long enough time to touch someone, a Dalentian can rearrange a target's mind from the outside. With that, they can include ideas, missions, instructions to commit a certain action at a certain point of time. The procedure might take a long time, because the Dalentian needs to ensure every detail is perfect as s/he'll be completely unable to adjust the plan after having let go of the subject. The effects naturally wears off after a couple of days, faster the more complicated the instructions were, to the degree they might have worn off by the time it was time to actually put it to work. It should be noted that in Dalentian culture use of this power is seen as the ultimate betrayal of trust, and a Dalentian can tell a mind has been affected should they mind-read, and Dalentian culture has been built around discouraging the use of this power. But, sometimes, push comes to shove…

Other: Dalentians are a fairly mystic race that have lived on their planet in peace. They were fairly astounded to learn that not everyone in the universe has use of psionics. They live in some manner of primal society, with the chieftains on top and everyone else trying to scrape together enough to make a living. They live in constructed homes up in the trees of woods or inside of caves to protect themselves from the naturally powerful wildlife, and have plenty of traditions of connecting each-other's minds for absolute trust and truth. They value those matters above all, and betrayal/lying is met with punishment of immediate death. You'll find they usually speak only the truth. This because, unlike humans, other Dalentians have ways to find a liar.

They believe in a god, the Paionéè, who they explain is the source of psionics. They, among other things, believe the gems they sometimes find in the mountains are his work and wearing them boosts your psionic prowess, so it is tradition for a Dalentian to wear these gems on their armor and body if one uses psionics for combat. … Their mythology around him is utter nonsense, but that doesn't entail the story yet.

What does, is that their planet was believed to be uninhabited when some species of the Republic moved to colonize it. There was a realization that this planet did have some form of indigenous life-forms, but eh, they could take them on, superior technology. Turns out, the Dalentians had more fight in them than expected, and were offered a deal. So, the Dalentians had absolutely no use of the technology given to them because they couldn't make use of them for life, but they got to live in peace and in exchange many Dalentians got work for their psionics here and there in the Republic. They're fairly rare due to their low numbers in the grand scale, but they exist.

As the Human Alliance entered the picture and the Federation took shape, the few Dalentians out there in the galaxy found themselves a little bit of everywhere, supporting themselves wherever they found it the most comfortable…

As for Lataniva's story… Well. That's another story entirely. We shall see.

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@Dark Light

"Hold that thought, I wanna grab my personal rifle, was thinkin' of givin' her a tune-up once everything was squared away, this'll save me a trip" He dashed off to his quarters and fished the MAR's case out before returning to pick up the conversation "Now, as I was sayin' I don't let anyone touch my babies unless I really tolerate 'em. You've got a fair chance at that so far mate. Follow me"

Arex broke the silence on the way up the stairs "So how long is this first trip? And whadda ya suppose they will do with us after this? If we survive."

"I figure about 12 hours. Zargos is right on the edge of Alliance territory, so that's about a standard trip out that way. As for what come next, I dunno. Reckon they'll just keep sendin' us out 'til we outlive our usefulness, of course, they'll taunt us with freedom 'One more job, and you've worked off your sentence' and all that, but I don't think any of us will ever be free men again"

They arrived on the Command Deck and Grayson turned his head to ask "So, did anyone show you around or did they just shove ya aboa- OH, sorry!"
He'd bumped right into the other last-minute recruit.
"Sorry about that lass, wasn't payin' attention to where I was goin'"

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Stryker's research had turned up some interesting facts. Aside from an extra recruit that Dawson hadn't introduced, he'd also neglected to mention that the Alliance had provided a squadron of attack drones, expendable grunts to bolster the group's presence. They were in storage in the cargo bay at the moment, and according to the instructions in the database, needed a few hours active to bring their systems fully online, no time like the present he figured, so he stomped off, datapad in hand, towards the elevator, squeezing past a congregation of Maverick and the two newest recruits in the T-intersection of the deck without a word.

The robot, SAL, was just exiting the engine room as Stryker stepped out of the elevator.
"Just who I was looking for actually" the captain said to the 7-foot tall behemoth of steel.
"Commander Stryker" SAL nodded, curt and to the point "How may I assist you?"
"We got some drones in storage down here, think you can help me fish 'em out? And don't call me Commander, Stryker will do"
"Acknowledged, Stryker. I will provide whatever assistance I can"
Their combined strength made an easy job of clearing away the storage crates, strategically packed to conceal the tall, interlinked pods holding the drones. Stryker waved away SAL and muttered a thanks as he read the remaining instructions.
"Ok, up first... access code" he reached out to tap on the touch-pad of the framework's left side. There were 10 pods, and Stryker intended to use all of 'em if his plan was to work.
"Step 2- Designate lead platform, ok, let's go with lucky pod number 7. AP-772. Designating....." A small green bar filled up next to the assigned drone's number, and a light above its pod activated.
"Step 3, network drones to designated lead. How do I... oh ok, networking...... networking........ net-wor-king.... done. So far so good. Step 4, assign parameters. Ah, that one'll make it easy. Hold for commands. And lastly, step 5, activate in sequence. Simple enough"

By now, a small green light had begun flashing on the front panel of each pod, the drones were ready to be brought online. Stryker muttered the numbers under his breath as he tapped the touch pad to activate them.
"AP-116, AP-209, AP-361, AP-444, AP-529, AP-614, AP-772, AP-688, AP-900, AP-928, and here we go" He pressed in the access code as a final confirmation and then stepped back to watch the bots come to life.

[Assistant] The lights on the attack drones began to light up as their pods opened. The designated leader stepped out of the pod first. "Attack platform AP-772 online." There was a short pause in itsome speech. "Running diagnostics. Weapons systems online..cooling systems online...parameters set." A small list of the parameters the were set would pop up on his tablet just as security protocol. "Anti-viral program online...squad link network online....ready to serve and command." The drone said as it issued a salute. The other drone's began stepping out of their pods. Their steel shells grinding and stomping as they moved. They all stepped in formation and issued a salute. AP-772 approached Stryker. "All systems running at 100% capacity. It is an honor to serve. Awaiting orders sir!"