[System]
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Personality: A worrywart because of what happened to her parents and afterwards because of the ever present shadow of the Elders.
She loves her family and feels very deeply, but knows that sometimes it is better to swallow one's pride and tongue for the sake of her loved ones. She is very afraid that her sister Ella's wandering nature is going to get them split up or worse...
She's protective and brave despite her rather nervous nature and works hard to keep the farm running.
Family: Two siblings; A mischievous little sister called Ella and a sweet and sickly younger brother called Edric.
Settlement: They live on a small farm a bit further in the woods away from Frostridge. There used to be more farms around them, but most of those got abandoned as time went on when the creatures grew more aggressive.
She has to travel back and forth from the village to the farm and vice versa if she needs anything she doesn't have herself.
Their tribute consist of mostly wool and cheese provided by the sheep of their farm. Occasionally she sold off lambs and older sheep to lessen the toll of the tribute or to acquire medicine that the few traveling merchants that do come up to their village bring along.
With her being of age (18) she also knows that the Elders will start to push for her to find herself a match with one of the boys of the village since outsiders rarely stick around and she hasn't done so yet.
Selene knows it isn't a bad idea, but she hardly has any connection with any of the villagers of her age safe for Marina her best friend and truthfully it would feel as if she was ripped away from her siblings, the very thing she didn't want to happen.
Appearance:

[User]
She felt her face flush and her breath stop as she listened to his words, when he took her hands in his she felt her insides turn into goo.
Think Sel, Think. Her brain poked at her as she felt hooked and drawn by those beautiful eyes.
"You'd... you'd really want to stay with us? Are you sure you'd be able to live with me? Like my brother tends to say I'm terrible." She said with a nervous chuckle.
Oh she couldn't deny the attraction. She wasn't sure what it was that drew her to him, but what she always had regarded as foolish fawning of the other girls from her village over the young men, she now couldn't deny that she was just as guilty of the same behaviour.
What saddened her though was that he was so set upon leaving. She really didn't want to think of that.
But to leave herself? Leave her family home? If she had been alone she would have cast it all aside, but she wasn't alone. She had siblings that depended upon her. Her brother required medicine and treatment and if she pulled away Ella now, she would not be able to offer her any possible future of her own making.
Her sense of reason reminded her romantic heart that love was nice, but was not enough to survive upon.
"Alaska?" She frowned at his words. "And live where? In what? What will we do for food or other supplies?" She felt like she needed to force some reality on him.
"If we just go with the clothes on our back we'll starve within the year." She said, knowing she had to pedal back and not scare him off.
"Listen..." She took better hold of his hands stepping even closer to look at him with earnest eyes.
"If it just had been me then I would have followed you to the ends of this world, but I have more than just me to worry about." She sighed heavily. "Edric's health is frail and he needs medicine regularly and if Ella wants to have a choice in her own future than I can't uproot them. The village and the Elders despite your protest have provided for their needs when I wasn't able to pay for it. They care in their own way, but if that shackles you too much I understand. I however am not as free to go as I please as you are. I suggest you stay for a while at least, garner some supplies before you begin your trek up North. I couldn't bear the thought of you starving out there." She stated before she took his face in her hands and gave him a chaste kiss upon his forehead.

[Assistant]
Malcom walked away with his head down, he had hoped she would have came to her senses,but obviously she is anchored to this old place.
He picked up the axe and began chopping wood, taking his aggression out on the logs.

 How could anyone want to live life under someone's foot?
Starting to sweat, he removed the vest, and continued chopping.
No matter how much i want a family again, i can't, no, I won't live under tyranny.

After he finished chopping and stacking the firewood, he went about repairing the roof.
He had noticed a few worn out places that needed patching, and after finding what he needed in the barn, he climbed up on the roof.
 She has lived this life for so long, she could never change, why am I even thinking about it?
Once I'm done repaying what she has done for me, I'm out of here, this place has too many bad memories for me.

[User]
Selene kept watch over her flock until the midday hour started and moved over to Malcom.
"I'll go get us a bite to eat, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." She told him still feeling a sense of anger or unease come off of him. She could tell he was disappointed in her, but what choice did she have?
Thinking a little picnic would do the man some good, food after all was a wonderful healer of bad tempers, she hurried home and packed up a basket with all sorts of goods and after they would take the flock home she would suggest he'd take a tour of the village at the least. If was so focussed on leaving then he'd better go and get some orders for tools and whatnot in. Also some thicker clothes that he wore now.
Feeling rather gutted by the fact that the one guy that had entered herself seemed to dead set on leaving again, her feet faltered a bit.
That was before a cry tore through the woods.
Fear immediately struck her, who was in trouble? It was still daylight.
To assure herself of that fact she cast a glance up at the sky before another terrified scream tore her away from that and almost forced her to run in that direction. If it was one of the village...
Making her was towards it she noticed one of the Elders Widow Weaver cry as two of the Devildogs of the Farlanders tore and dragged her away by her leg. The woman cried out for help, but this seemed to only make the dogs more aggressive.
They were a monsterbreed from the City. They were bred to deal with the creatures, but these two seemed far more interested in people. Having nothing but her wooden staff, she put the basket hopefully out of sight and reach from the beasts. Then she swallowed, gathered all her courage and tightened her grip on the staff.
"I must be insane..." She uttered before she ran at them and whacked one on his head while screaming to get lost.
It earned her their anger. Before the Elderly woman could offer any thanks the two dogs focussed on Selene.
Slowly being driven backwards, her staff was the only thing that stood between them. Bared bloody fangs flashed and she could almost see the murderous red radiate from their eyes.
Panic and Adrenaline fought for control within her as she tried to keep calm and focussed.
One lunged at her, to force an opening, before the other jumped up and went for her throat. Through the sheer speed and force of the attack her staff broke as she had tried to bat it aside and she fell, immediately followed by the pain of the fangs that sunk into her flesh.
Through sheer luck she had brought her arms up and that had been her rather painful rescue. The first dog had latched onto her upperarm and started dragging her, whilst the other had sunk its teeth in her leg, shaking her violently.

[Assistant]
One of the local farmers ran up with a rifle, but all he managed to do was fumble the clip and drop it to the ground.
Malcom quickly picked up the clip and blatantly ripped the rifle free from the farmer, and loaded the clip in.
He took aim, and fired, the bullet tore through the dog that had her by the leg, it let out a loud yip, releasing Selene momentarily.
Malcom fired again, this time the bullet sunk deep into the dog's left eye.
The ex soldier dropped to one knee, took aim, but couldn't get a clear shot.
"Fuck!"
He jumped to his feet and ran over to them, grabbing the barrel of the rifle, he swung it like a bat *whack*
The butt of the rifle connected with the dog's head, knocking him loose from Selene, but now the dog has turned to face Malcom.
It leaps at his throat, and Malcom swings the rifle again with all his might.
*Crack*
He wasn't sure if the cracking sound was the rifle or the dog, or both, lucklily for him, it was both.
Malcom had broken the rifle and the mutt's neck on impact.
"You broke my gun." Said the farmer.
Malcom knealt beside Selene, "Hold on, it's over now. "
He turned his head at the farmer who was holding the broken rifle, "I've had this rifle for fifty years, and now...."
"Fuck the rifle old man, get a damn doctor now!" Malcom ordered.

[User]
Widow Weaver came limping towards them.
She tore the sleeves of her own shirt off and tore those in makeshift strips, before she started wrapping up Selene's wounds, so the bloodflow would be stopped.
"Go to doctor Bentley in the village...He'll be able to help her." The grayhaired woman said nodding kindly to Malcom. "I thank you young stranger, we owe you our lives." She spoke before nodding at Selene.
"I'll send William over to watch your siblings..." Maggie started before Selene interrupted her.
"No...the flock, let him take the flock in before dark." Maggie nodded at Selene's own suggestion before she scolded the other farmer.
"Oh Donald I'm sure the Carvers will be able to fix it up and otherwise I'll hand you that old monster of mine if you're so separate for one." She said as she limped onwards.
"Maggie, you can't be walking like that back to the village. I'll go and get the mule." Donald said leaving the others to their business.
Selene was crying and whimpering in pain, as blood stained her clothes and feeling nauseous escaping from her rather fatal fate.
Still more worried for his clothing, she protested somewhat.
"I'll be fine, I probably can walk..." She protested trying to stand up, but sink ban down immediately as her body flared with pain.
"You'd best carry her, we can't risk anything else showing up and taking us by surprise." Maggie suggested to Malcom.

[Assistant]
"Give me the rifle."
Donald looked at Malcom, "What fer, ya dun broke it."
"The stock is broken, but it can still shoot, i might need it again." replied Malcom.
Donald handed the broken rifle to him, "Fifty years"
"Do what?" Malcom asked.
"I didn't say anything mister." Donald replied as he went to get the cart.
Malcom stuck the rifle between his belt and trousers, before cradling Selene in his arms.
"Maybe, I need to give you a bath now. " chuckled Malcom.
He carried her to the doctor's house, but of course he wasnt there.
Selene suggested that he might be in the village center, but Malcom insisted that they stay here.
He kicked open the door of the doctor's home, and carried Selene over the threshhold and laid her on the Doc's bed.
"I'll see if i can find some bandages or a first aid kit."
Malcom neatly tore the place apart looking for what he needed.
"This will sting a lot, bite down on this."
He placed part of a leather strap between her teeth, before pouring peroxide and rubbing alcohol on her wounds.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance:

STands at five foot eleven and is a thin but toned build. Breasts usually are bound due to the d cup she sports and the back issues that come with a thin frame supporting large breasts. Graced with a metabolism from the gods, her horrendous eating habits haven't really impacted her body negatively.

Nationality: American

Favourite Gundam Series:
Iron Blooded Orphans. The insanity of the suits in the series plus how much it scales combat down from long range engagements to the shorter more personal melee weapons. (That being said, she isn't afraid to engage in long range combat.)

Personality:
Rather happy an individual and always looking at the positives in life. Her soft spot is people teasing her about being a blonde or having a large pair of breasts, leading to one part the reason of having a tendency to bind them. When she is teased and pressed, a grudge forms, one that she holds personal and doesn't let go of until she get's an apology. While not cocky, the girl is definitely certain of her abilities and tends to take pride in them.

History:

Raised to a good household, middle class and a decent upbringing by two nerdy parents, Jessica found interests scattered about. Developing fast in middle school, she was the subject of awkward teasing. This got her into a couple fights and she took up learning kickboxing to help vent the anger. Not against others, but training regardless to be able to physically remove her violent side. It was early frshman year in highschool that she actually got into building models of gundam, having been watching the series since she was young. The girl always resisted model building earlier due to her active side and thinking they were silly. However, getting into gunpla fighting gave her another outlet instead of exclusively kickboxing. This let her immerse herself more fully into the nerd culture she was hesitant about publicly embracing. The girl began to go to cons and took shit from nobody.

Cosplaying at conventions and publicly fighting helped boost her self esteem despite the usual bullshit drama from highschool. She made enough of a name of herself locally to climb the ranks and head to Neilson academy in her senior year, giving the middle fingers to her school as she walked out. Another Interesting note is that the girl never really had to practice, she built a woundwort with custom paint and just began doing well, stopping for nothing.

Gunpla Info
unit name: Woundwort
scale:1/144

weapons

Vulcan Guns
These head mounted shell firing weapons have a high-rate of fire, but have little power and are generally ineffective against mobile suits; however, the vulcan gun can damage lightly armored areas such as the sensors. These weapons are ideal for shooting down small, fast moving, lightly armored targets such as missiles or small vehicles.
Long Beam Rifle/Claw
Weaponry attached to the Composite Shield Booster. The claw contains a beam emitter that can be connected to a long rifle barrel.

Special Equipment & Features
Sub-Arm Unit
A folding sub-arm unit attached to the waist section.
Composite Shield Booster
A multifunctional shield that can be used as both a long beam rifle and a claw for melee combat. It also includes a targeting sensor and an I-field Generator, and can function as a winch unit.
I-Field Generator
An I-Field Generator attached to the Composite Shield Booster. It is capable of bending any beam, and thus defends against beam weapons.

[User]
Cassandra snerked a little when this new staff member shut the fight down before it could start, and she couldn't help but smile when he told them a Gunpla battle should never be about attacking some one personally.

Another staff member said that due to tampering they where still trying to figure out the next stage of this, and in the mean time they where getting a free kit. One that can not be changed for any reason, so she figured it was going to be part of the classes.

Once the lady stopped talking, and motioned to where they were to go to get there free kit. Cassandra just got up, and headed over, looking around the wide selection of kits. Nothing really caught her eye off the bat so she just ended up browsing a bit.

Then she spotted the RX-0. The RG of it no less. She picked up the box and looked it over a bit. At first she was going to put it back down, didn't really need another kit with a super mode, then something flashed in her mind. Something her mom said about it once.

'The Unicorn Gundam, is one of the few units, far as I'm concerned with the most untapped potential, and no one seems to be even trying to see what it is fully capable of.'

"The Beast of Possibility eh? Sure. Why not." Said to her self as she turned to the counter to make her choice official.

[Assistant] Justin's eyes swept over the kits once he set down the Cherudim SAGA after he had heard that they were getting a free kit. "Hmm, now what should I choose?" he thought as he continued to look over the kits, "Ah ha! The Duel Assault Shroud! I can do something with that! I think I could modify it a bit to allow for Striker Packs, including one I've been designing." After thinking a bit more, he went up and grabbed the Duel Assault Shroud and brought it back to his table before getting back to work on the Cherudim SAGA.

[User]
Following after Justin and Cassandra, Kanoko left her materials at the seating area, stepping into the next room that the lab assistant had pointed out. Upon entering, she was floored with walls of Gunpla, different grades in 1/144 and of so many different kits that it seemed endless. Her eyes followed her two fellow applicants as they gathered their kits, a Duel Gundam with the full assault shroud and a real-grade Unicorn Gundam.

She had plenty of UC kits, heck she brought two to the exams. What would she pick? After all, members here already had Iron-Blood Orphans kits. What could she do to be even slightly different?

As her gaze crossed the walls of gunpla, something strange piqued her interest. It was a kit from a side story, and a grunt suit to boot. Moving close to its slot in the shelves, she tenderly pulled it out to look at it.

A GN-X Superba. An advanced, high-spec version of the original GN-X and GN-XII used by the Earth Sphere Federation in Gundam 00. This one was dark blue instead, navy with some black and grey, but its visage called to her.

She rarely had a heart for grunt suits unless they were particularly endearing. This one simply clicked, like her fingers were itching to tear it open and start cutting the parts from their sprues.

"I'll...take it. I'll be the odd duck out this time."

[Assistant] Jessica grumbled, but heeded the warning. She pulled her unit off the base and took a seat back in the crowd, wanting to show off her skills. Upon hearing the announcement of the next suit, the girl decided to grab a flauros. "Not going to let gimmicks end me." she said to herself, taking the kit.

[User] Sachi sighed the scientist had a fair point everyone was entitled to their own deal and as a result she would not let it get to her. With that in mind she headed out going into the room the one person gestured to a free kit was something she wont turn down. The room was filled with kits and honestly she saw which each person chose due to being the last one in the room. Despite everything she did not have a clear idea one side she was leaning towards the ibo ryusei go though on that same thought the zaku warrior was also a alluring choice. Despite the indecision Sachi quickly grabbed the gunner zaku warrior and set aside the ryusei go if anything she would get one later.

[Assistant]
Cassandra just returned to her seat and started unboxing her kit and going over the parts there in.

Once she confirmed all was in order she flipped a couple pages into the instructions and started building the waist unit, from there, chest and upper arms since you needed attach the arms to finish the chest anyway, then legs, head, lower arms and weapons.

As she worked on the Gundam, she found her self sighing in annoyance with just how complex it was for a 1/144 scale. She knew RGs had way more to them then an HG, but all the components for the transformation was a little irksome to her, especially in the shoulder armor when she had to partly disassemble it due to a piece not being in the right spot for the transformation like she thought she'd had it originally.

But she kept at it and complexity a side it was a more interesting build then she usually partook in. Since she was mostly a 'battler' then a 'builder' she typically just stuck to HGs since those had less going on and thus easier and quicker to repair and get back into the fight.

Ease of repair is pretty much the whole reason she picked Bael to begin with, even though it ended up growing on her very quickly.

[User] Right as she was about to start on the zaku Sachi looked at it and changed her mind. No this wasnt what she should be doing rather going with things she liked and wanted to use. Yes that was what she should do with a clear thought in mind she placed back the graze and in its place she took out a zaku the rg zaku to be exact. It was a iconic suit in gundam almost as iconic as the original gundam. This was her choice yes she could work greatly with this one. Sitting back down again she opened up the box and set to work taking her time to not care about anything else but to enjoy building a gunpla of a suit she loved. This zaku was a good choice and no one would see it coming.

[Assistant]
"If anything, y'might wanna see if you can't grab frame replacement parts for the RG. RG frames are sturdy themselves, although the connections may not always be, but trying to make replacement parts or repairing them is a pain. I...er...snapped quite a few frames when I started out building them and always had to order extra until I refined my techniques. Still, if we're gonna be battling, it'd definitely be my recommendation," Kanoko noted, watching as Cassandra started to build her RG RX-0.

It was perhaps needless, as the RG frame for the RX-0 was incredibly sturdy, so much so that there were very few others that she owned that could compare. Perhaps some minor lubricant to ease up the friction, but even still, that was almost a non-issue. Cracking open the Superbia box, her green eyes marveled at the plastic inside.

The Superbia was a newer kit, and as such had some redesigned framing. She knew from some experience that the older 00 kits had weird joints, but she had done her best to craft some herself, which had improved the articulation immensely. Still, the GN-X Superbia seemed to have all the right points of poseability to her, and so she cut open the runner bags, beginning her build process. "This must be part of the newer GN-XIV runners they've got put out. It's a lot nicer than the first ones..."

[User] Justin finished up the repairs to his Cherudim SAGA, snapped the armor pieces back on, then went to work on the Duel Assault Shroud. "This Gunpla seems fairly solid." he thought as he put together the beam rifle and other weapons first. After finishing up the weapons systems, he started working on the Duel itself, his thoughts turning first to the suit's background, then to what modifications he would make when he got the chance.

[Assistant] Cassandra Smirked as Kanoko related her experience with RG frames, and her breaking them. "Yeah, I donno why they need to be so bloody tight. Feel like I might break something just trying to loosen the joints up enough to be useful" Cassandra replied as she continued her build. "That said, not to worried about it. Mom taught me how to build." She added, pointing to her mothers display. She resembled her mother to much to hide it, not that she'd want to.

[User] Finishing the frame, Jessica stared at the relatively unarmored Ibo frame and at the ranged weapons. Ideas formed in her head, but she shook it. This suit needed something special to it. she could hear it calling to her, but this wasn't the suit she needed. From memory, she had one suit left to be chosen. She needed something different for the coming moments. Woundwort was a very flexible suit with minimal armaments. The girl needed something she could get comfortable in. Walking back up to the carts; Jess stood there for a few minutes, listening and staring at each suit, she grabbed an efreet schneid, feeling this was the suit she needed as it called to her most. Returning to the table in relative silence, she began to work on it.

[Assistant] Sachi worked in relative silence as she built her zaku everyone had something but nothing basics. A zaku was a basic as it got with that said she quietly worked on her chosen kit. It was quiet as people worked on their chosen kit it was clear that people was focused on the thing though around the time everyone was finished the same person as before popped in. "We have finished your review process and decided on a course of action if you would follow me we can get you guys ready for the next step so this way please.

[User]
"Wait, that's your mother's?! I feel like I might be out of my league here, heeeeeh..." Kanoko blanched, a nervous smile spreading across her face as she continued to work on the Superbia. It was expected that the kids of some of the most prominent fighters would become fighters themselves, but she didn't think that the mother would be so renown as to have her gunpla interred in an exhibit! Snapping the legs together to clear her thoughts and calm her nerves, she looked back up at Cassandra, remembering the Unicorn's stiff joints. "Oh, right! I think I have something for that..."

The carrot-topped girl quickly rifled through her gear, checking the cases for what she was looking for before neatly putting them away. Opening up a small box full of miscellaneous supplies, she took out a tube of what looked like oil, handing it over to her. "Here, put just a drop in the shoulder joints. It'll loosen them up just enough so that they can move easily, but won't ruin their posability. After all, you don't want floppy joints mid-battle."

Hearing the person walk in as she finished her GN-X Superbia, Hiling Care's special unit, she picked up her gunpla, following after the assistant. "Oooh, why am I getting a bad feeling?"

[Assistant] The girl had finished the schneid, straight built with panel lining and some minor detailing and loved it. Curiously though, it was weird to see that they were going to do something else as well,but also wondered how many things she would need to do before she was accepted. Failing really wasn't an option. Getting up with her kit, Jess followed the instructor to wherever they were going.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
It didn'T take long and the front of the convoy came into view. And Diamond realized they were slowing down. Standing on top of the Unsubtle's turret and squinting, she tried to get a glimpse of what was the holdup. What she saw didn't really do her well. Found the earlier convoys and scouts. the woman thought, her stomach not quite sitting well with the image of destruction in front of her.

Dropping down, Diamond summoned a big shadow wrench and gave the hatch a whack to get Marcus to notice. "Something's up with the camp! And radios are down? We should double back out of the jamming and call backup, it's obvious they're ready for us! I can try sneaking in and having a look if you want to!" she yelled over the roar of the engine. It was how she used to operate - get the lay of the land, get appropriate equipment and force, go in for a flawless job.

[Assistant]
Ciel - A scared rabbit

Ciel was worried as she watched the white fang members search the crowd. She couldn't really move or she would draw suspicion to herself and to make matters worse it was white fang members searching with two others. She was scared her fear of faunus acting up as they drew closer and closer despite her bravado she was still deathly afraid of faunuses and she never got used to them yet. Her breaths grew harder and harder as she noticed two members grow closer to location. "Please don't come closer please dont I-I-I don't want you to see me" she whispered quietly to herself as she tried to sink into her hood more. Her left hand out of instinct gripped the insides of her purse tightly fingered the switch on Byakko to change it to one of its many forms.

[User]
Sapphire Rode - Shelter Lab
This was it, her conclusive proof of what was happening on this island. This facility was developed for the sole purpose of removing what made a faunus a faunus. At first glance perhaps that might be a good thing and no doubt Pop saw it as such but this was a powder keg just waiting to blow the moment Pop lite the fuse by announcing his success to the world. This was going to come to blows. Sapphire knew that now. Clearly this was Pop's lifelong dream and he wouldn't give it up when merely confronted with words. No doubt he wouldn't give up even when confronted with force but it would stop him.

Legally speaking Sapphire didn't think there was anything inherently wrong with Pop's research. All participants were volunteers who understood exactly what the procedure entailed. There was no deliberate or unnecessary harm being done to the subjects. Perhaps Pop could be charged with malpractice if the surgery went wrong but beyond that the law seemed to have no jurisdiction here. There was however a moral qualm that went with this and that was exactly what Pop was failing to see.

Sapphire would try to explain it to him, she would try to make him see but if she was being honest with herself the only way this ended was torching Pop's research and forcing him to start from scratch. Hopefully the setback would cause him to give up entirely. There was something else nagging at her though. The animals upstairs. The ones kept sedated in cages, how did they factor into this. There was not reason to give out the story about this place researching animals with high aura levels. This was private property. Pop wouldn't be required to provide any information to the government about his work. This however remained an unsettling feeling in the back of Sapphire's head and so she did not act upon it... yet.

"I'm sorry Pop but that explanation it exactly what I was afraid of. You're an optimist and a scientist which is causing you to completely miss the bigger picture."

The information he provided regarding his semblance, assuming it was true, was helpful in plotting a strategy. "You're too busy pushing the boundaries of possibility and looking at that nice pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, your science prize that you can't see anything else. What you've created here, even I will admit that it's a wonder of modern medicine but I can't let it leave this facility intact."

As Sapphire was speaking she assembled her polearm so that she could hold it in one hand. With the other she discreetly removed her scroll from her back pocket and texted her teammates with the scroll behind her back. Assuming she pressed all the right buttons, not being able to see the screen and all the message looked something like this:

"Pop think about this for a second. I know you're only concern at the moment is the science but consider the impact this could have. What happens when faunus activist groups find out? Protests, riots. Now lets go one step up, what happens when the White Fang gets wind of this? They slaughter you and your family and they try to destroy your research. On the flip side, what happens when the Schnee Dust Company considers this treatment an effective way to combat the White Fang, how long after that till the military is thinking the same thing. After that when do we start considering all faunus suspicious of terrorist activity and round them up for this treatment as a precaution. This right here. What you've created could easily be the blueprint for the faunus final solution. The best possible outcome for everyone here is for you to burn your research right here, right now. I tell my teachers something to cover for what actually happened and you never bring it up again. But considering that this is your life's work and your dream I can't see you taking the peaceful route."

Sapphire drew her polearm diagonally over her body in a defensive stance preparing for combat to commence. "I can't let this procedure see the light of day. It could take years or even decades but research like this could lead to an all out bloody war. Do you really want to be responsible for the second faunus wars? Cause if it happens then we both lose, human and faunus. We all suffer, we all bleed, we all die. Do you want that blood on your hands?"

[Assistant]
Shiro's pronouncement didn't faze Abel all that much. Not truly sure of what to do, he was glad for someone a little more familiar with the situation at hand to provide a course to take. "Oh, okay." Throughout his friend's instruction, he tried to establish eye contact, but proved unable to as his ally seemed either too nervous or too conflicted to meet his gaze for more than a couple seconds.

He wasn't the only one listening, though; the faunus girls paid heed to Shiro as well, and with renewed hope heard his words. Clearly, the squirrel girl still trusted Abel about as far as she could throw him, but his wound had signaled his fallibility in her mind, and his partnership with Shiro proved he wasn't out to get faunus, as she initially feared. Meanwhile, Coral's features were graced with a slight smile, for it looked like she had managed to convince someone poised to prevent her and her friends from being able to receive treatment to let them follow their own paths.

With Shiro finished speaking, Abel gave a curt nod. "Sure thing." He turned his back to the three faunus and began to walk away, palming his scroll and composing a message as he did.

To: Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode
From: Abel
Subject: Pull Out

Everything's clear on our end. I'm not totally sure of everything here, but I don't think we have any jurisdiction here. There not doing anything awful here, just a surgery, not just for faunus who think it's the only way, but also for those whose traits make life uncomfortable for them. I guess we'll leave it to other authorities to see if everything is legal and all that here.

Nearly done now with the composition, Abel found his text interrupted by an incoming one from Sapphire. His eyes narrowed at the nonsensical subject, and after saving his own message as a draft, he took a look at the team leader's. Despite the abhorrent typos, the message's alarming contents were pretty easily decipherable, and they sparked a whole new slew of doubts in Abel's mind. Guards? Sure, there had been security cameras, but hadn't Gren taken care of those according to his earlier message? Bringing up his draft, Abel added more to it before sending, though he erased and redid more than half of the message after thinking of a better way to phrase it.

Shiro + I are pretty sure this is a legit establishment. If it is, any more dmg we do will be bad news for us. If we don't fight the guards, we might be able to get off as misguided. We should prob get out of here as fast as possible. S, meet me by the stairs where we entered.

Abel headed in the direction of the stairs as indicated by the emergency escape route signs on the walls.

-=-=Sapphire, Pop=-=-

Pop rolled his eyes at both Sapphire's words and her renewed readiness for combat. "There will be no blood. You act as if Faunus are universally disliked, as if all people, all their corporations, all their governments, and all their armies, are simply waiting for an excuse to erase us from existence. True, I am an optimist, but hardly a blind one. Why do you think I have guards in my clinic? Or backup files of my research elsewhere? If it ever passes that my work may pose a threat to anyone's way of life, I will personally hit the kill switch. That you could assume that I'd blindly throw my work at the world and expect sunshine and roses astonishes me—but then, let's take a look at you. I doubt you're eighteen, and yet you speak like a disciple of tragedy and pessimism, and fight like one with no belief in honor or sportsmanship. It reeks of personal experience. But looking at you, and hearing your level of education, you are not of the streets. So how could a well-born girl become so bitter, without hope, and without sympathy for anything but your own moral code?" Here he sighed. He had been aware of Sapphire doing something shifty behind her back, but couldn't guess what it might be aside from calling for help from her friends. Anticipating a surprise attack any moment, Pop removed his reading glasses and slipped them into a jacket pocket.

"Something must have happened to your family...or perhaps your family happened to you. Beyond that it is hard to say. Bottom line is, you are trying to challenge something that your own experience makes you think that you understand, but you clearly do not. I am prepared for what will come my way; I do not need you to tell me I am not, and to make my judgment for me. You wish to fight? You will lose. As a final act of civility, I will allow you to land the first blow, if only so that when I call the police afterwards, I can say with a clear conscience that I acted in self-defense."

Pop took another step forward, so that only three feet separated him and Sapphire, and he was close to blocking her into a corner. He raised his fists, but true to his word, did not strike. Instead, his aura flared briefly, a soft scarlet glow, to signify that he was ready. At that moment, Sapphire's scroll received Abel's delayed message.


[System]
Class: Gravitin

Race: Pixie

Appearance (Picture or Description or Both):  (Ignore the flower xD)

Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B

Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art

Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks

Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.

Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.

Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles.

[User]
Traveling through the thickness of the wood's wildlife was one of the biggest traveling struggles that Maman Akujo had faced so far. As she continued her rough journey through the forest and towards her destination, beams of sun shone upon her freckled skin, making clear the bruises and cuts that had occurred from hours of tiredly tripping over rocks and roots; attempting to navigate through the heavy fog around her did not aid her either.

She released a sigh filled with exhaustion and looked forward at the reason why she had endured so much with no complaint: the Rosewood, School for the Gifted. It was here that she was to learn how to control and use her powers properly, and at the thought of this, a smile spread across her lips. With renewed energy, the young human stood a bit straighter and marched onwards at a faster pace.

It was not long before she stepped out from the trees and in front of the large building with exhilaration running through her veins and out through her tired breath. Akujo moved forth a single step before suddenly, an unknown figure slashed at her body, causing for her to fall to her knees into the dirt. With some difficulty, she lifted herself from the ground to find herself confronting a dark shade. Seeing at how it was unusual that such a creature decided to attack her at this moment, it was assumed that this was a sort of examination that needed to be passed in order to enter the school. This thought sobered her a bit, but did nothing to ease the throbbing ache of her body.

The shadow figure sprang forth, choosing to advance in a straightforward fashion, and so she adjusted her body into a defensive position. Whilst doing so, she tried to gather her magic and, once the enemy came into her range, increased the force of gravity upon her opponent. Though this didn't have as great an effect as she thought, the speed at which the being charged at her greatly decreased, allowing for her to draw her fist back and punch it as hard as she was capable of.

Her foremost thought was merely to try and harm the creature as best as she could physically, but soon realized that she didn't know anything of its physical composition. Luckily for her, it fell backwards and disintegrated into the atmosphere, and following this was a strange voice whose words boomed throughout the area. The owner of it said, "Congratulations, Maman Akujo. You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance rank: C."

The registration of her low ranking did not occur in her brain, for she was simply ecstatic to be accepted into the school of her dreams. The smile that had pervaded her lips crept upon them once more as she walked through the gates and into the complex. The uniquely-eyed female passed by many of her soon-to-be classmates, who, for some reason, had various shades of bruising and scratches that ran about the length of their bodies and whose eyes seemed as tired as hers, if even more so.

Soon enough, she arrived in front of someone who seemed to be the receptionist who greeted her with a cheerful grin upon his facials.

"Why, hello there! Welcome to Rosewood! May I ask for your name, race, class, rank, and electives chosen?"

At first, Akujo stood and stared upwards at the great man, whose height easily dwarfed her own. However, with her brain gently nagging her for staring for a bit too long, she snapped herself from her thoughts and said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, "Hey! I'm Maman Akujo! I'm a human, with a Gravitin class, I believe. The voice said that my rank is a C, and I decided to choose art and potion-making as my electives." (continued)

[Assistant]
With a lighthearted chuckle, he recorded the necessary information into his program, and then suddenly, an intriguing necklace came into view, levitating upwards a bit before swaying down and into her awaiting fingers. The elf said, "That's your identification necklace. All of your room info is on the back, so make sure to always keep it on your person, okay? The one-on-one fights ended already, and you look tired, so I suggest that you head to your room right away so that you can get some rest."

At those words, the human nodded and quickly headed off to search for her new room. It took a bit of time, but soon she found herself standing before the door of the quarters she was to be occupying during her stay here. She sucked in a nervous breath, the thought of her roommates already being in the room causing for her heart to race, and she simply opened the door and stepped inside.

To her great luck, they weren't here yet, possibly still returning from the one on one fights that the other being had mentioned beforehand. Brain choosing not to absorb the fresh feel of her new room, Akujo lethargically ambulated to the nearest bed and jumped upon its soft covers, sighing into the pillow before quickly falling asleep.

[User]
Nodah's eyes narrowed into a squint at Desdemona's words, recognising a prideful tone. If she imagines me easily vanquished in battle, mightn't it serve my interests better to play the image? he thought, removing the squint in exchange for a wane grin, and bowing his head. "May he, or she," he agreed.

"After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." Nodah waved a hand forward. "After you," he said, and waited for Desdemona to begin moving first before he fell into loping step beside her to the training rooms.

They came to the quickly-growing line for the doors. Nodah stared at Desdemona, molten hazel eyes peering down at her, assessing. When they were at the front of the line, Nodah gestured for the demon to step through first, before he promptly followed, only to find himself alone in a hallway that seemed to lead on for eons. If I were to walk this path, he thought vacantly, where might I find my journey's end? He scanned his student identification, the miniature eagle pendant winking dully in the dim light. "You may proceed, Nodah Listig." The walls of the far-stretching hallway dissolved to give way to a room that seemed suitable for combat, and Nodah stepped in, looking around to find Desdemona already in the room.

He closed the door behind him, and it slammed with finality, dissipating as well. "It appears nothing lingers long here," Nodah said to no one in particular, walking the edges of the room, fingers forming depressions in the foamy walls that bloomed full with passage of time. Would the same hold true of the feuds and bitter defeats they stood to conceive here? He turned on his heel abruptly, to face Desdemona. "You seem intent on winning," he said, indicating Desdemona's competitive streak. It is as shallow as the oceans, was his wry thought. "I take it you came to Rosewood with ambition in your heart." A Why? dangled precariously from the tip of his tongue, but he clamped his mouth shut before it could fall between him and Desdemona. Prod a vessel too relentlessly, and you risked it imploding. Nonetheless, the unsaid question invited her to answer.

[Assistant] "After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." Mischa noticed the growing line for the training room doors and chose to head for it. he looked around to see if he could see the skates human before heading into the training room but unfortunately didn't before he reached the front and faced the hallway. he swiped the necklace across the scanner and waited until he was told to proceed before entering the combat room, he didn't find his opponent within so he sat with his legs crossed on the floor and waited for the arrival of his this human on skates.

[User]
Rowan Delacroix

Rowan was shaken out of her trance by the familiar voice that echoed from behind her. Her shoulders tensed up from the abruptness and she kept her head lowered. With her face out of view, she was able to avoid the stare of the other concerned party. "Are you sure you want to fight now? You are exhausted. I can conjure false weapons to practice drills. That way you can have energy for the 3x3 battle. There isn't a penalty for not fighting now. If we are to fight, I would prefer that you had the energy for it. But I will accept your decision whatever it is." Leval chimed in apprehensively, clearing expressing his unease. She opened her mouth to respond, but she hesitated as thoughts started to fill her mind with different scenarios. "He is certainly a creature with great solicitude. Maybe I should hold his words in high esteem?" Rowan lifted her chin to meet the gaze of the tall human. "His visage is one of sincerity- but what if it is simply a facade?" She stood motionless as examined Leval.

"It could just be an attempt to automatically win the battle- although the odds may already be in his favor. I must be wary." With that thought in mind, Rowan moved to close the distance between them only by a few steps. She looked up to face her opponent properly, being sure to show him her full expression. Her stoic face had a hint of determination, and her gray eyes flickered up at Leval. She stared at him unblinkingly. After another pause, she finally spoke with a quiet, steady voice. "I am undeserving of your worry, Leval Lamrue. However, I will not back down from this class." She slowly stepped back from Leval, lowering her eyes once again. "I will put my all into this battle, and I hope you will as well." Without looking up, the vampire pulled her cloak along with her as she turned to walk towards the forming line of C students. She kept to herself while she waited on the line. Once she arrived at the door, she looked into the dark abyss that was the hallway.

Rowan flinched when the scanner appeared and requested for her to scan her ID. "This school will require much tolerance for the unexpected..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When the all-white training room replaced the hallway, she stepped into the area only to feel a light tingling sensation envelope her body. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." Rowan held out her arms out before her and checked her palms as well as the back of her hands. "Proper precautions were taken to avoid injury, but how much of a buffer is this shield?" As she pondered, she paced over to one of the cushioned walls and pressed her hand against it, which left a visible imprint.

[Assistant]
As Zensei repeatedly lifted the dumbbell, a familiar voice assaulted him from behind. "Ready to go?" It said while laughing, causing Zensei to drop the weight and quickly spin around. "Zephyr." he whispered to himself, starting towards his designated line. "Ready to go ape shit on yo' ass!" He yelled and accelerated.

After what seemed like forever, a kiosk appeared in front of him. "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." Zensei thought that the voice was cute, so he smiled when he swiped his glistening green wing shaped card under a blue light. "You may proceed, Zensei Zaza." He blew a kiss and winked at the machine as he flew down the long hallway. "I hope to see you again cutie." Following his flirtatious attitude, the walls of the never ending hallway transformed into a thickly padded white room. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match, only allowing minor injuries during combat. You lose when your shield's health depletes and it's glow dissipates." This excited Zensei very much. He began punching the padded walls and spinning around in the air while he waited for his opponent.


[System]
Race: Hailing from the planet Solun, a planet host to ammonia based life, the Syndari first established themselves in the galactic community as aggressive imperialists, quickly colonizing nearby planets whether they be settled already or not, terraforming planets to suit their needs. They spread far and wide, subjugating species after species under their iron fists and quickly becoming feared terrors among their galaxy. It was only through a coalition of several galactic civilizations and a coordinated uprising of all their slave species did the Syndari Empire stumble and fall, the entirety of the Syndari people forced to retreat back to Solun.

It would be many years before the Syndari dared to venture off planet and recolonize their local solar system, long after the last whispers of their past had faded, and it was only very recently that the Syndari have been reintroduced back into the galaxy, this time as a keen and amiable mercantile race with perhaps not-so-surprisingly elite mercenary forces.

The Syndari are a primarily mercantile race quickly becoming some of the most renowned traders throughout the known universe despite having relatively recently joined the galactic community at large. While formally holding no standing army, their interests are primarily protected by Syndari private military contractors, acting as the race's pseudo-military force and regular soldiers of fortune. Solun, their homeworld, lies far beyond the normal lifezones of its twin stars. However, the world has a high pressure greenhouse atmosphere that traps enough heat to support an ammonia-based biochemistry. As a result, the Syndari have to wear high pressure suits and breathers when dealing with other species due to typical nitrogen-oxygen air being poisonous to them, and in the low pressures tolerable to most species Syndari would actually be split apart.

An interesting note about the Syndari race is that despite being newcomers to the galactic community, ruins and items reminiscent of ancient Syndari culture have been found all throughout their galaxy, suggesting that the Syndari had been a space faring race in the ancient past. However, little records exist of the time many archaeologists would date this Syndari culture.

WARNING: Many Syndari exhibit signs of mild socio- or psychopathy in comparison to many other galactic species. However they are commonly devoid of the aggressive or irresponsible traits of the antisocial personality disorder.

Appearance:

Equipment:
* Ranged Weapon

The Synapse Armaments 679 Blaster Rifle is the embodiment of the trope "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." Mechanically very similar to their previous Model 673 and is in essence just a minor upgrade to the rifle, the 679 boasts a greater charge capacity with a more efficient rechargeable battery pack. The only other difference was that the gun's design has been streamlined and focused on creating a professional look for the professional soldier. Otherwise the weapon still packs the same, deadly punch of its predecessor.

* Uses high powered and dense energy beams to melt through flesh and armor alike
* 150 round energy pack
* Effective range of far enough to kill you

* Sidearm

The Synapse Armament 574 plasma weapon favors power over control; saying it has a bit of a recoil is an understatement. This made the 574 the weapon of choice for thugs, pirates, and other persons of unsavory natures due to it's high firepower and intimidation factor when the weapon fires.

* Fires bolts of superheated plasma that can burn through two inches of solid titanium alloy
* Uses heatsinks to provide quick cooldown of weapon

* Other

One of Emtek's first forays into the robotics field, the original Ardie proved to be popular with a wide number of people as it saw use with government armies to bounty hunters to everything that lied in between. The Mark I has since been phased out by later Mark II and III models, but there are a few that still float around, providing testament to the Mark I's reliable nature.

* Equipped with a simple AI focused in scouting and reconnaissance [MODIFIED TO INCLUDE STATE OF THE ART HACKING AND TRANSLATION FUNCTIONS]
* Video feed can be transmitted to over a range of 1000km without the use of satellites [MODIFIED TO BE ABLE TO TRANSMIT UP TO 9000KM]
* Equipped with 4m self defense shock probe [MODIFIED TO BE RETROFITTED WITH 2 HANDGUNS OR ITEMS OF EQUIVALENT SIZE]
* [INSTALLED WITH STATE OF THE ART TRANSLATION SOFTWARE / ERROR: FAILURE TO COMPLY FOLLOWING COMMAND "UNINSTALL FOUL LANGUAGE SUBROUTINE"]
* [MODIFIED TO BE ABLE TO RECEIVE AND TRANSMIT ANY COMMUNICATION FREQUENCIES]
* [MODIFIED WITH STATE OF THE ART STEALTH SYSTEMS]

* Blast radius of 30m

* Releases an explosion of superheated plasma
* Lethal radius of 10m; Wounding radius of 12m

Bio: Born into the average mercantile family on Solun, Sevyn lived a fairly average life. She grew up, went to school, and earned an unrecorded juvenile streak miles wide. However, she had an unusually keen interest in spacecrafts of all shapes and sizes having been introduced to the racing scene while still in the early stages of her life and could often be found spectating flying crafts of all shapes and sizes when she wasn't about mucking up trouble.

It wasn't long before she got into the scene itself. Like many she started the lowest of the low, a pilot jockey that was willing to get into flying bucket if only to feel the roar of an engine beneath her and the simple rush of being able to fly. It was also her only real escape once her parents disowned her and left the young Syndari to her own devices after too many years of having to harbor what they perceived as a criminal under their household. Luckily, Sevyn proved herself to be more than just a simple jockey by winning nearly every race that she competed in, creating a legend for herself in the underground circuit. Such great fame usually also came with great money, which she used to further herself toward becoming a ship engineer and an actual certified spacecraft pilot.

Yet the Syndari could not tear herself away from the racing scene which would unfortunately lead to a series of events where she would steal a prominent mercenary captain's prized fighter craft, get caught, and then by law become the property of said mercenary captain which were arguably the worst years of her life.

Although mainly because there was this one time where the captain forced Sevyn to lick a toilet clean and becoming bedridden for days afterwards.

Otherwise if was a complete blast of time as the mercenary captain had given the Syndari a brief two hour crash course on how to aim a gun and shoot it without killing herself before dropping her off in the middle of the mission with the rest of his merry band of mercenaries, acting as only mere cannon fodder alongside all the other servants the mercenary band had happened to accrue over the years. Amazingly, Sevyn didn't die at the end of the first month of her servitude, which was reason enough for the mercenary captain to prematurely end her lifelong sentence and recruit her into his company of killers-for-hire. She could not forget her love for ship however, and since no one in the mercenary band would ever trust her piloting anything ever again due to a second incident with a prized cruiser of a different mercenary captain, she resigned herself to endlessly studying countless ship manuals and staying up late nights reading ghost stories of various spacecraft lost to the depths of space forever.

So naturally, when she heard one of these ghost ships, the Lone Star, had come back from whatever empty grave it had gone to, she knew she had to board it and discover all its secrets. Unfortunately, she knew the mercenary band would never entertain the idea of having to compete with almost literally millions if not billions of people just for the chance to board some dead, deadly, derelict dreadnought. So she did the most logical thing, which was to steal a third mercenary captain's prized corvette (admittedly a little less ambitious than usual), rush off to the nearest spaceport, ring up the nearest United Alliance Navy base and wait for their inevitable reply of yes.

Skills:
* Fantasticly reckless pilot
* Fantastic mechanical engineer
* Skilled marksman

Non-standard Abilities:
* The absolute best at hijacking prized spacecraft

Quote: "Okay, I get that you're angry and that I completely ruined your ship, but MAN weren't we going so awesomely fast?"

[User]
"There's a lever inside the airlock, on the upper left side of the outer hatch. Yank it down and the umbilical will deploy. You can fine tune it using the monitor just below the lever and the controls beside it. Won't be needing a perfect lock, just one good enough to hold pressure until you get the party aboard." @SimplyJohn

"Perfect." Mez replied. He moved to spring into action but the droids' change of movement caught his eye. "Looks like time's about to run out." He stated before moving back into rear bay. Quickly scouring the ship, his eyes fell on a equipment locker towards the end of the bay. He'd need a comm-link headset to be able to communicate with the Gygan outside. Mez crossed the bay in less that five strides and wrenched open the locker door. The following smirk on his face meant he'd found what he was looking for; a powerful shortwave comm-link headset. All he needed now was to cannibalize it for the transmitter and insert it into one of the many sub-ports of his Direct Neural Interface. He could use his body to amplify the transmission range and communicate with Hundred.

Before he'd finished thinking of what he wanted to do, Mez was already walking towards the airlock, the transmitter was now sending out radio waves at 200% more power which allowed the waves to be able to cut through space. "Hundred, do you copy? Come in, Hundred. I am going to release the shuttle's umbilical early using the manual override. I need you to ensure a positive lock on with the Lone Star, nothing perfect but enough to pressurize the walkway. We have less than 5 minutes ETA on an asteroid shower which'll mean mission failure if we don't do this now."

Mez punched the control panel of the airlock, pressurizing the small room. It took a few seconds but far longer than it needed. Once he was inside, he followed the Pilot's direction. True to his word, the lever was there. Mez pulled it which activated a series of loud clunks and a hissing sound. 'The umbilical must be moving.' He quickly turned his gaze to the monitor and keyed in a few simple commands via the control pad. Like everything else on board the shuttle, the computer systems proved rudimentary. So Mez only had to alter a few sub-routines in order to exact the optimum speed efficiency for the extending walkway.

[Assistant]
Hundred's frown had never left. It certainly didn't change when the ships macrobot accompaniment swarmed out of the arresting airlock. With a thought she impelled the Dust further into the airlocks mechanisms. Ah. There was the problem. She should have checked first. Her comm crackled. She snarled at the pilots castigation. He was right to berate her. She had not performed as she had tacitly implied.

Hundred took a moment in the flurry of activity around her person. She examined the Star bots' movement patterns. They may have been upkeep drones, trapped in a process loop, unable to perform their scheduled maintenance due to the faulty door mechanism. No, not faulty, sabotaged. The bots surrounded her, the emitters on their cutting lasers adjusting. Her frown deepened even further. Hostile then. She was more interested in the one maneuvering over to her micro-channel. They had the wherewithal to target her Dust. Curious. Her comm was filled with the beam of another of her mission mates. The Visipian. Hundred did not like the Visipians. The Consortium did not like them either, but she didn't see that as much of a point in their favor. They were dogmatic, fascistic, too much like the Consortium for comfort. But their methods were barbarous. Conquest. War. Wasteful. But most damning of all, they possessed technologies that Gyges had yet to replicate. Divine Energy. A superstitious designation. A weak grip upon the fire whose secrets they alone had discovered. But he had given her a gift. A goal. Redemption. Five minutes.

"It will be done in one." Hundred raised her arms, fingers flickering tactile commands. Dust around her compacted and formed, layer upon layer of tightly packed Fullerenes wrapped around each other, growing, hardening, sharpening. From Dust to dagger, little black spikes of graphene, bristling around her in a satellite sphere. She looked around herself at the busy little bots. So large, so few, so primitive. Her hand waved dismissively. Her teeth bared. It was almost a smile. Punching into the closest hostile robots, the spikes split upon intentional faults, fragmenting into flechettes, shredding the interiors of the bots trying to unseat her footing. Striding forwards a second wave of spikes formed to deal with the rest of the offensive constructs. She flexed her right hand, just above her open palm another longer, leaner blade began to form the constructing edge of it's black blade radiating a sharp golden glow. She stepped over the half-melted lip of the plating she was standing on, moving back towards the airlock. Her other hand waved dismissively again, the second set of spikes shot forth to enforce her lethal contempt for the machines that had lost her face.

It would be done in the next 47 seconds. She was keeping count.


[System]
Appearance:

Personality: Mithias is lost in an eternal and futile struggle to maintain his morality. He really doesn't have a clue anymore what's right or wrong but can't resist the pursuit of the idea. He's forgotten a lot of his past, and not willingly. Vague memories and familiarities resurface every now and again, leaving his questions unanswered. Having no idea what events left him this way, he forgoes ever hoping to learn and forces himself to move on, helping others instead of caring about his own past. He's fairly friendly. Surviving is a lot easier with allies.

Abilities:

Mind-ward
Pyrokinesis
Telekinesis
Blood-drinking (health and power gain)
Fast-healing/regeneration
Supernatural level speed and strength
Unaging
Basic fighting

Equipment:

Swords, Jacket, guns, claws, etc.

Origin: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Theme Song: To be decided.

[User]
@thewizardguy

 "...You are one freaky son of a bitch..." Martin says, looking over Xelrath's new form. "..Also, tell your friends that if I find anything not relating to the power core messed with, I'm going to surgically implant my boots, up their asses. I have enough boots to facilitate this." Martin adds, pointing to Remuss with that one. He also then blinks, before pulling out his pda, and activating a cell phone app on it. "Yo. Suzzi? Yea. Some guys are coming to fix the station. They might try to fuck with you. If they do, detain them, and call me. I'll be back there in a flash to sort things." He says, a female voice chiming back in mono-tone. "Yes sir."
 "Suzzi is the station AI. She's unshackled. If your boys try to fuck with her, do know, they will not be harmed, other than possibly small electric shocks intended to incapacitate. If you got a problem with that, let me stay here so we can avoid...problems. Also, don't try sneaky shit, or I'll know...I'll know..." He warns, squinting a bit at the space marines. "That no AI law, to me, is a tad bs. Suzzi's been good to me, so I'd prefer she is left unharmed. She does have control over the station's doors, and security systems. The reason is, why I trust her, is because I made her. With a brain. Of my friend who was dying, and I had no other way to save her...." He begins, before frowning, sighing deeply. "...Fuck man. Almost dying is emotionally fucking draining. I can't handle all of these feels..." He mutters, pulling out a flask of whisky, taking a few gulps, (yes, gulps.) before putting it back into his lab coat.

 "..Booze isn't illegal in your territory, is it?" Martin asks Remuss.

[Assistant]
- Vulkan/Dave Grimm -

The Black Dragon Commander nodded, and stood, although his mask hid any thoughts he might have as he looked over his new commander. Inside his armour, the warrior stood over two meters tall, towering above the vampire. While Mithias might have been tall for his time, he found himself consistently dwarfed by the superhuman Astartes. "Yes, sir. I will ensure that the company functions fully. My name is Dave Grimm, of the Third Company." Dave's voice came out sounding almost mechanical through the mask's many filters, although it was still perfectly audible. he placed his fist over his heart, in an age-old sign of respect, before turning to a nearby console. He seemed to start typing something in when Mithias once more approached Vulkan.

Vulkan, for his part, turned grim at the vampire's words. Much of what he said bothered him greatly. This meant that this vampire, Alucard, possessed some kind of control-based ability, linked to blood. Perhaps this was related to how this creature controlled the Tyranid, something that had previously been believed to be impossible. But it was important to gain as much information on vampires as possible, and the previously summoned techpriests busily recorded every word Mithias spoke, creating a database dedicated to information gathered on vampires in general, and Alucard in particular.

When the towering titan next spoke, his voice held no humour. "You state that your species possesses the ability to control those linked to you by blood, and then in the same breath dare demand that I drink yours? You are certainly an interesting fellow, to so brazenly demand such a thing." Mithias might recognize at this point that his wording had been... unfortunate. Vulkan knew that he could easily force the vampire to give up his blood. He could rip off the creature's arms before it had even blinked. But such things were pointless. "Know that I grant you command, and rank, because you have earned my respect. Know also that respect is a mutual thing. Your men shall command nothing of you, save that you lead them well. You shall command nothing of me, but that I treat you with the respect you have earned. No more and no less, Mithias Vladomere. I may not be your master, but I am not your equal. Remember this." For a moment, Vulkan retained his stern stance, glaring down at the vampire, who barely came up to the Primarch's midriff.

"However, for this once, I shall deign to agree to your request. However, you will agree to allow my scientists to take a sample of your blood, that it may be studied in a laboratory." This was not a request, and no amount of arguing would be accepted. If necessary, Vulkan would happily manhandle the newly appointed commander to acquire what he wanted.

Such things out of the way, the Primarch caught the drop of blood on the tip of his finger, and placed it in his mouth. The taste of blood was foreign to him, as unlike many other chapters, the Salamanders did not eat their dead. But even he could tell this blood was abnormal, and as it entered his system, he could feel a pull. A strange pounding sensation, a tug, as if he found himself in a maelstrom. Looking around, he found himself staring at a spot on the wall, drawn to what was beyond. It was like the Emperor's own beacon, if His light were shrouded with darkness. It was faint enough that it might have gone unnoticed, but strong enough that he could not ignore it, not now that he knew it was there. This force that was there, this beacon of power. This was somehow connected to how this Alucard had taken control of the Tyranid swarm. Vulkan sighed, rubbing his temples, and waited a moment for his vision to clear.

Primarch immune systems were well beyond superhuman, and the vampiric blood was rapidly eliminated as a potential threat. The effects faded fast, but the memories would last far longer. Vulkan sighed, knowing that this experience had shown him something, even if he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. "Very well. You are dismissed, Vladomere. Try not to get your men killed." He turned and vanished, engulfed by the bright white and blue energies of the Unity system.

"Sir, as the new commander, you must be introduced to the men. And I have readied the armoury." Meanwhile, Dave had managed to open a portal to the Black Dragons armoury, through which Mithias would be allowed to re-arm himself with the finest weaponry available to the Angels of Death. He would find himself presented with Bolters, Lasguns, and a variety of power weapons. Sets of sabers, engulfed in a thin field of energy designed to break down molecular bonds, allowing them to slice through even the toughest weaponry. The mighty chainsword, in a variety of colourful renditions. An armoured gauntlet, containing ancient technology that massively augmented the strength of anyone who used it. Claws wreathed in powerful energy, capable of incinerating anything that merely grazed them. The weapons were both numerous and incredible, making Soldier's most advanced armaments look like child's toys. Dave nodded. "Take what you need. Unfortunately, you will not be able to use a suit of Power Armour, lacking the proper implants." In order for Mithias to properly use that particular piece of gear, he would need to undergo the full process of space marinification, although it was dubious whether or not it would even work, and certainly too lengthy to even be considered at the moment.

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@supertinyking

- Rhemus, Dark Angels -

Sighing, Rhemus resorted to his physical sight. This creature was almost as bad as a blank. Or a Tyranid. It seemed to suppress any background energy around it, and scientifically speaking it was rather amazing it had any colour other than black. Although it's vanity might have caused it to allow physical light to escape it, merely to ensure it looked like anything other than an obsidian blob. Prolonged exposure might be uncomfortable, but Rhemus had been well trained to avoid such hazards, and he knew better than to extend his thoughts in the direction of the creature. "Rest assured, there are many ways to deal with creatures such as yourself. You are not the first beings to have been killed, believing itself impervious." At this point the creature's arrogance had become a constant nagging annoyance, in addition to an odd snappiness, which appeared to be Rhemus' natural emotional response to the draining effect. It was just another thing he would need to suppress, thought Rhemus, as they started their ascent.

Meanwhile, Martin went on a bit of a ramble, probably a hefty release of adrenaline after a day of constant looming death. Had Rhemus not been trained to lack such emotions, he might have felt sympathy for the strange little mutant. It even deluded the creature into threatening the Imperium, something the librarian saw fit to ignore. "Be aware, that if your station is found to attack members of the Imperium, it will most likely be destroyed. I would advise you keep this in mind. I cannot guarantee what the Adeptus Mechanicum will do to your station, but at the very least it will be thoroughly searched, and your nuke disabled. We cannot have rampant bombs on the loose, and most certainly not in Imperial airspace. Most likely.... Suzi.... will also be disconnected from the system, although she will not be harmed in any way. AI is considered here-" Rhemus swallowed his own tongue, seeming to turn pale for a brief moment before regaining his composure. The other marines exchanged knowing glances as Rhemus quite literally choked on his own words.

"Ugh. I mean, it is considered dangerous to connect AI to important systems, as they are considered unreliable. If your words are true, your AI friend might be classified as a sentient mind in a different form, a non-artificial intelligence being kept in digital format. While I admit that I am not an expert on modern Imperial law, this might allow her to bypass the AI laws. But you will need to take such things up with the Adeptus Administratum." The word 'heresy' had recently dramatically decreased in usage by the Dark Angels. When they had first emerged into this world and found their Emperor resurrected, they had been overjoyed. Unfortunately it appeared there had been some errors in the old Imperium's interpretation of His word, and He had felt the need to condense over a thousand years of fatherly disappointment in a mere few days. This had left the marines rather distraught, but dedicated in following His NEW word, and trying to compensate for their apparent lack of understanding in the last 10.000 years.

As for the station, it mattered little whether or not the security resisted. The Adeptus Mechanicum was stunningly persistent, and at best he'd get the place bombed before they examined the scrap. Not that he thought it would come to that, considering the fact that the Salamanders might be deployed to deal with this. A small group of those would easily deal with any enemies within, and he doubted the minor stun weapons would have any real effect on Astartes in the first place. But it was the mutant's right to try and defend his home, and Rhemus was not going to get into another argument. Besides, this was a good time to see what the creature's judgement would be, faced with the odds as they were.

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Mithias nodded to Dave in acknowledgement of his introduction and continued to hold his finger aloft. Vulkan's expression became grave, yet the vampire held his offer open patiently. Only the blood itself could tell Vulkan what he really wanted to know, and it was not something that could be discovered in a lab. Mithias remained silent and straight faced as Vulkan spoke, for he too was serious.

When Vulkan tasted the blood sample, he wasn't the only one affected. For a second, Mithias was able to sense the giant's life force, and it was immense. His lips parted in quiet awe as he watched. Satisfied with the reaction he saw, Mithias in kind ate the cookie he had been holding. A few crumbs tumbled to the floor. Mithias had all but forgotten what food tasted like. It was... sweet, but not only in flavor. Kindness had been baked into that treat, or perhaps it was the ex-human's imagination. Nevertheless, he felt like it was so.

Inhaling sharply, Mithias straightened. Just as he had promised, no harm had been done to the primarch, and now he could respond. "It will be as you say. For the duration of this war, we are allies and you are my commander, nothing more and nothing less." He spoke flatly, professionally. "Take another blood sample from me for your scientists if you must, although I doubt you will learn much more." Mithias knew he in no position to stop them anyhow, for as much as he was currently a part of the Imperial army, he was also partly a refugee and a captive. That fact didn't need to be given voice however.

Vulkan left and Dave spoke up. Together they went through a portal to the armory, probably one of numerous armories. To Mithias, the weapons were large and fantastical. Most of them were fit for the huge hulking metal-clad beasts that once claimed to be mere humans that staffed much of the Imperial territory. They were unbelieveably powerful and amazing, but clearly made for a melee combatant with heavy armor. Although it would amplify his strength to untold level, the gauntlet would ruin the vampire's dexterity. The chainsaw swords were heavy and slow and definitely not Mithias' thing. Frowning the vampire glanced his yellow eyes at Dave and kept walking, searching for something he could potentially make use of. He ended up taking two energy swords to replace his own and strapped a fairly sizeable bolter gun to his back.

"Implants?" Mithias asked as he was figuring out how to carry the gun on his person. "So, your people are chimeras? I suppose that's a better term than Frankenstein monsters. Wait a minute...." Mithias froze and looked up woth a heavily quirked eyebrow. He whispered mostly to himself, "...what the hell is a 'Franken...' erm, you know what? Nevermind. Sometimes I say things that even I don't remember where it came from." He went back to examining the weapon. "Dave. Give me an update on what's going on outside. Have Alucard or those creatures shown up anywhere since my arrival?" I am also ready to meet your men." Mithias got up and stood in front of Dave, looking upward at him. "Hey, I've got some pretty powerful telekinesis and I can start fires. Don't judge me for my size."


[System]
Age: Yes.

Gender: Male

Hero/Villain/Neutral: Villain

Powers: Spandez is, surprisingly, quite quick and quite heavy. His chitinous shell is fluted like a bird's bones, but due to his compressed body, his nerve endings are tightly packed. Thus, while his shell can stop tank shells, it will still hurt like the dickens. Being the Lord of Bloodsport, he's immortal. As long as something somewhere in the universe gets a kick out of violence, he'll be back eventually. Additionally, he can call for a "Lightning Round"- reviving a destroyed monster with a power boost. When the situation gets dire and there's no other way out, he can return to his true form- an insect the size of a city bus called The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport.

Weapons: Video Star, a combination recording studio and planet-busting warship, a legion of 52 powerful alien contestants, and the Unpaid Faceless Interns Newdur.

Personality: On stage, Spandez is cheery, jovial, and constantly smiling. As a gameshow host should be. However, he is also a bloodthirsty tyrant who draws sustenance from sentient creatures' desire for violence. He relishes the sights and sounds of combat, and is eager to throw contestants at a planet until it's ready for conquering. He speaks Japanese, but it's obvious that he's a foreigner. He gets furious when someone mentions the word "Rangers."

History: Spandez is, in fact, older than many benchmarks for "old." He might actually be among the oldest living beings in the cosmos, as he was born when the first sentient creature thought how awesome it would be to see two animals fighting. Spandez is the literal embodiment of bloodsport, from gladiatorial combat to violent sporting events. He spent a long time as a spacefaring conqueror, setting up gladiatorial arenas to amuse and feed himself. But he began to notice that a lot of other creatures would pay to get in… which led to profits, which led to faster expansion, which led to more spectacular arenas, which led to more power for himself.

One day, thousands of years later, an agent for the Badurong Corporation came to Spandez's Skull-Palace of Pain and explained the wonders of television to the Dark Lord of Bloodsport. The Network could not only broadcast his gladiatorial matches to the universe, but harvest the energy created by those enjoying the battles. They even offered to provide more unique equipment and gladiators (be they insubordinate employees, a bored Action Commander, or a prisoner from another world), provided they got a cut of the advertising revenue. Spandez even got a free cable package, which led to him discovering a gameshow.

His gladiatorial matches had many contestants, but very few were volunteers. It had many fans, and many viewers, but also many decrying the barbaric spectacle. But gameshows… people were willing to do insane things for those prizes. They would humiliate themselves in public. They would take candy from children. They would leave people stranded on alien worlds with no food and water if the prize was great enough. And that's when Spandez hit upon the idea that all his gladiatorial matches needed was a fresh spin. And thus he hit upon an idea. Badurong would offer prizes to his contestants. The contestants would sow chaos and discord on planets. If the contestants won and managed to conquer the planet, they'd get legal ownership of it and a choice between becoming a planetary governor or handing it over to the Network's Mining and Exploitation Branch for a hefty prize. If they lost, they'd often do enough damage to the planet's infrastructure through the gameshow's challenges to make conquering the planet much easier for the mercenary forces of Badurong. This brilliant stroke elevated Spandez from a powerful warlord to chief executive of the Badurong Broadcasting Network and a trusted enforcer of the CEO.

Now, for the Spandez Conquest Hour's 5,104th season, the show has come to an unassuming little planet in the sol system to continue the Badurong Corporation's systematic subjugation of all sentient life.

Weakness: He can't resist showing off. He also has a very low pain threshold until transforming, meaning he tends to chicken out fairly quickly. As the Almighty Lord of Bloodsport, he is easily angered and becomes incredibly bloodthirsty, lashing out at friend and foe alike. Thus, he will not return to his giant form unless absolutely necessary. Perhaps most damningly, he's bound by the most powerful force in the universe: ratings. While he COULD just blow a chunk out of Earth and render it uninhabitable for human life, that doesn't make for good TV.

Other: Voiced by Bob Barker. (Theme Song, Voice, etc, Optional)

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Lilith

But completely unaware to Alexander and his parasite 'hosts', someone else was in his car. Staying completely silent, a tall female humanoid was hiding in the backseat, the one directly behind the driver's seat. Why the hell was she in that car at THAT particular time? Who would know. But this is no ordinary human with a mask... with sharp claws, and a mask that can "blink". This was a demon... a vengeful demon... known as Lilith, and she had been lurking in Neo-Tokyo over the last 10 years, looking for the "two" that got away. She stayed silent as she can hear Alex licking the hood of the car. LICKING the car. She seemed quite disgusted over what she thinks to be... a fetish of some sort. Then Alex entered the car, thankfully not seeing that Lilith was hiding in the back car. She was pretty lucky to say the least.

Even as soon as he starts driving, Lilith continues to hide in the back, hoping that she will not get caught. She will surely kill this bastard of a child once he gets off at wherever he needed to be. Later she can sense that the car was going towards an abandoned part of town. She silently clicks in glee as she will have the perfect spot to kill this bastard. Once the car grinds to a halt, Alex gets out to talk with a person who happened to be there as well. Xeal was the name Lilith recalls. As the two men talked outside, the demon slowly peaked her head jut a taddy bit to eavesdrop on the conversation.

It didn't seem to be the friendliest of all conversations and he can see Alex being led to a secure location. Though before reaching the facility Alexander draped an arm rather forwardly over Xeals neck, causing him to stutter violently. She continues to watch what was going on as Xeal's life was taken away by Alex. Now it seemed the time was right to attack. She sneakily teleports out of ALex's car and begins to slowly approach Alex while issuing several predator-like clicks, announcing her presence towards her victim.