[System]
"Broadsides" Captain Cedric D. Boone - Captain/Navigator/Marksman
Bonesword "The Mushroom Kid" - First Mate/Swordsman
"The Wolf of the Blue" Caesar Inu - Fighter
"Black Hood" Dirk Messir - Scout/Thief
"Oilburn" Slick Drake - Cook/Weapons Engineer
Lilliana Merrycure - Scientist
"Fitness" Feya Nelson - Doctor/Nutritionist
Wafer D. Kite - Shipwright

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Enemies
Shrimp Brigade, Division A
The Vice's Strongest attack force
Specialize in teamwork, coordinated strikes, and ballet dancing.
First encountered in South Blue when they boarded the Rum Runner via torpedo designed for human transportation. Displayed supernatural levels of teamwork and awareness, when sufficiently injured would vanish and reappear from another member. Discovered to be one man that ate a devil fruit.
Quirks: See themselves as superheroes, protectors of the innocent, rather than bounty hunters. Have a flair for dramatic poses. Never go anywhere without theme music.

"Shrimp Brigade" Shotaro Saban
The Vice's first mate
Fifteen foot tall goliath of a man, ate the waru waru no mi, turning him into a split man.
The true form of the Shrimp Brigade, a single man that ate a devil fruit allowing him to split himself or any object he touches into multiple copies, at the cost of each copy having a fraction of the original's power/ability/intelligence/all other traits. While relatively friendly and balanced when split into the Shrimp Brigade, Shotaro Saban goes crazy with power and egomania when all together, a trait not entirely unearned. Displays insane strength and durability, once he took his "prime" form, he alone requires the entire Red Rum crew to defeat. Turned on Krabbe's crew, declaring his assault as the judgment of Justice, and that only the innocent would survive. Is ultimately defeated by the Red Rums and John Krabbe teaming up, but escapes and reveals he has other body copies out in the world.
Quirks: Sincerely believes he has the muscles of a god and that his wrath is divine judgment. Anybody he kills is justified because only the wicked can be harmed by his "godly might." Has an incredibly tiny head for his massive body. Is very self-conscious about it.

Shrimp Brigade Pink Mizu Shikihara
Cipher Pol 8 Agent
Agent of the World Government that had signed up to be part of Shotaro Saban's Shrimp Brigade, now shadowing the Rum Runner
Little is yet known of this government agent, but he is a master of disguise and expert spy, as well as proving to be extremely fast.
Quirks: Overly flirty with women. His immense pride causes him to think he's god's gift to the world, so everything he does warrants a "your welcome."

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Allies

Bartholomew K. Runch "The Cereal Killer"
Captain of the Krunch Krew
User of the Bori Bori no Mi, the Crunch Crunch Fruit
33 million berry bounty

"Flying" Smith Smithson Smithington III
First mate of the Krunch Krew
Master of Ninja Arts

Hachirou H. Hachirou "The Beast King"
Navigator of the Krunch Krew
User of the Neko Neko no Mi: Model Lion, the Cat Cat Fruit: Lion

Wutong "Malpractice" Ken
Doctor of the Krunch Krew
Master of Drunken Boxing

Joanne Schrodinger "Trickshot Jo"
Sharpshooter of the Krunch Krew
Strong Independent Black Woman Who Don't Need No Man

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It's Complicated
John Krabbe "The Vice"
Professional Bounty Hunter
Last captured pirate worth 25,000,000 Belli
First encountered in South Blue aboard his ship, the King Crab. Battled Red Rums to get their bounties using his customized warship the King Crab, incredibly strong and resilient, battles with both a sword and special armor with a crab claw vice. Engaged primarily with Fitness Feya until his first mate went mad with power. Battles alongside the Red Rums to defeat Shotaro Saban, losing his trademark armor and weapon in the process. After the battle, let's the pirates go without further conflict, even giving them a log pose.
Quirks: Though devious and with legitimately sound plans, always ends up accidentally telling the enemy what the plan is, either by monologuing or forgetting the microphone is still on. Frequently forgets about his claw and tries to use it for things only a normal hand can do.

[User]
Slick

Slick laughed like psychotically as he burned Blue and Green to a crisp, refusing to stop until they were shriveling up in his glorious blaze. Unfortunately they disappeared into nothingness, leaving Slick confused on whether he should be happy his fire was so hot it disintegrated them or sad that there was nothing left of his art. His face scrunched up as he looked to the only remaining Shrimp Brigade member. Hey he wasn't that big before was he?

"I am Shotaro Saban! I ate the Waru Waru no mi to become a split man! I am the Shrimp Brigade, mighty force of Justice! Behold my majesty! Shrimp Brigade Prime! Vishnu Form!" Slick stared at him with a blank expression as he processed what was happening, his lips slowly curling into a smile and his eyes filling with childish joy. This one would be much more fun to paint then the others.

Slick's eyes lit up in excitement as he completely forgot about Blue and Green, this one would burn way better than those little wimps. "Bonesword, get some plant invasion going! Slick, stop his movement with that oil! Hell, burn that pipsqueak where he stands if you won't burn my precious fur!" Caesar called out as the battle began, Slick was perched about face level with the massive Shrimp thing as he began spraying oil all over him and the battlefield. It was time to begin painting.

"Grease the food before baking to ensure maximum flavor!" He screamed as the deck of the ship was absolutely covered in oil. He loved getting to paint, painting was so much fun. There were dry patches here and there, but it would require some hopping to get from patch to patch without slipping like an idiot. Hopping that Mr. Big Shrimp couldn't do because he was too big and stupid. Slick stopped shooting oil at Mr. Big Shrimp as he pointed his flamethrower directly at his chest, relishing the sweet click the pilot light made as it lit. The world was turning red as Slick began shooting copious amounts of fire directly at Mr. Big Shrimp, trying to burn away his flesh, muscles, hair, everything must be burnt away to reveal the skeleton that was hiding inside him. Slick was an artist who needed to paint the world red. His oil was his paint but it was clear colored and needed color added to it, so he added fire for red. Red was the only color he needed really, the other crew members added in their own colours while he painted. Right now Mr. Big Shrimp's skeleton needed needed to be red, the enemy ship needed to be red, everything had no colour so Slick needed to make it all red. The world needed more color, so he was happy to make it red.

[Assistant]
Captain Cedric D. Boone - Krabbe Battle! VII

Captain Cedric watched as Violet disappeared and once again was perplexed. Even the blood went away! That's when Dirk ascended the stairs explaining to Boone his intentions.Cedric followed after him at a brisk pace. He was hearing a lot of noise including something about the "Shrimp". If his postulating was correct, the Shrimp Brigade would be above.

When Cedric arrived he was baffled to see the abomination that was the Shrimp Brigade's transformation. Boone could barely speak, "Wa-wa..WHAT IS THAT?!" He stared for a few more moments and then noticed his other crewmembers scurrying about with a plan he was unaware of.

That's when Boone sprung into action. Their captain yelled out, "I'll provide covering fire!" as he began to run towards the upper parts of the ship away from the monstrosity. After all, Slick had already started to burn the area and he didn't intend to let himself be caught ablaze. After climbing, he aimed his blunderbuss and fired a, "PIERCING SHOT!" at his opponent's head with the intention of blinding the abomination.

[User]
Fitness Feya
Suplex City

 Feya slammed into several barricades and rails. Every slam caused distress to her body. The immediate clamping onto her arm forced her to release a short grunt. Feya Fitness was not one to scream out in pain unless the damage proved incredible. So far, the damage only brought her to flinch and groan. The first few times demonstrated that she can withstand, but the bounty hunter would not tire.

 Eventually, the repetitive smashing did a number on her. The physician predicted she needed to stop this before she loses consciousness. Her skull struck the side of the rail and opened up a cut on her scalp. Blood trickled down on her albino complexion. She panted heavily as the crab man kept the onslaught. Discreetly, she started utilizing parts of her body to cushion the impacts. It lessened the damage but by only a minuscule amount.

 The woman made certain to keep her eyes open. She took the time to study her opponent. His focus remained on tiring her, but he was going to have to avert his attention elsewhere. A captain would have to keep his eyes on all factors. Something was bound to catch him up. It was then that Feya's ears opened up.

 Apparentally, Lilliana may have destroyed the ship's mast. Feya noticed the sudden conversation Krabbe initiated with his crewmate. The woman saw her moment and took action. Once Krabbe swung her body again, Feya used the momentum to slam her foot into the deck creating a hole for support. After thudding against the floor, the woman hugged the giant claw arm. She proceeded to use the strength in her arms to suplex the bounty hunter over her head as he was momentarily distracted and not expecting.

[Assistant]
Lilliana Merrycure

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Once her punch was finished she brought a hand up to her cheek, a look of brief confusion on her face as she felt the slight wetness of a kiss left behind. The confusion became frustration in swift order, before it translated into a look of consternation as she tried to figure out the strange man before her.

"Um..." she began, but words failed her as she floundered. She stuck a hand into her mechanic's bag and began fiddling with stuff to slightly distract herself from the strangeness of what had just happened.

She was sorting her feelings.

"You know, it's not very polite to kiss a lady without her wanting you to." She said, huffing a bit, a small pout forming. She didn't like this man, he was selfish...and faster than her, which was a problem in its own way.

However, before she could say or do anything further the mast fell and her eyes widened. Just as the warrior got out of the way, so too did she, but she moved in the opposite direction and then dashed towards the cluster of cannon fodder and the man they were attacking. He seemed like a potential ally, and on top of that, it was the direction of the mechanism that controlled the rest of the ship's armor, which in its own way was also a problem.

She kept one hand in her mechanic's bag, messing around with scrap—with B-MO's assistance of course—and building something as she was wont to do. Once she'd dealt with the armor she needed to get off of this ship.


[System]
~Gwynn Foghlú~

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Gwynn stands at a fairly tall five foot eight with pale skin and bright, long blonde hair with amber colored eyes. Most of the time she wears a rather formal looking dress one might expect of nobility. Green, red, and gold make up most of the color scheme on her dress. After all, a noble lady has to look presentable as possible. The cloak though, is merely a formality and used to be worn in parties and other fancy things. At her side, rests a blade she is skilled in using.

Physically speaking, she's fairly average as far as looks go. While she isn't unattractive, she's not overly so either. Soft features, modest feminine assets, unblemished skin suggesting she at least takes some care of her appearance.

Personality
Most of the time Gwynn is friendly, confident, adventurous, and somewhat flirtatiously aggressive in her mannerisms. She'll be the first to make friends with you, and also the first to assume you're a no good dirty evil butt-face and proceed to kick your face in for some small reason. Of course, once the misunderstanding is cleared up, you'll likely be friends for life.

Because of this, Gwynn has a tendency to jump to conclusions a lot about peoples actions and things, especially if she doesn't know someone all that well. And while she is no saint herself, and delights in some small mischief and possible theft of property, she's not going to do anything that intentionally endangers anyone.

When it comes to studies and academics, she's surprisingly well read and knowledgeable about a number of things, especially when it comes to study of history.

History:
Gwynn isn't from mainland europe, if her name and accent isn't any indication. She hails from quite a ways away, actually. A somewhat small island country to the North East by the name of Ireland. From an early age, she's always been a bit of a problem child. Always running around, getting into places she shouldn't. This has more than once landed her into quite a bit of trouble, but she's always managed to avoid any huge negative repercussions other than being grounded for a month straight once.

She was raised in a mostly middle class town, the daughter of an incredibly old declining noble family, who had their roots as conquerors in Britannia. Her family was once a more powerful house, but over time, politics, poor management of assets and a few assassination attempts have seen it fall into decline. While her family wished for a male heir to perhaps solve these problems, they got her. So they raised her as one might a son. Taught her swordsmanship, academics, and while she more or less was okay with the studies...well, her personality manifested in quite a few rebellious (and somewhat shady) streaks. Her parents tried more than a few methods to get her to be more well behaved, but they were mostly, futile.

As time passed though, eventually they struck a deal with a foreign noble family. In hopes of increasing their own power, they agreed to marry her off to a noble family.

Yeah. Right. Like she was gonna just do that.

Magic:
Cold Affinity, Icy Aura
Gwynn's magic is about as basic as Ice Magic can get. For the most part, she can freeze the water particles in air around her and use them to her advantage. Her skill level is fairly basic, and for the most part she can only form and create rough, large, heavy chunks of ice to lob at a foe. She could also freeze the floor by dropping the temperature, but for the most part her magic is fairly limited to the area around her. Additionally, it gives her protection from cold. Likes using it to ice-skate

Limitations
- Any hot/dry area, her magic will effectively be useless.
- Can easily be melted by fire, though she could easily reform it.
- has a range of a few feet in front of her she can drop the temperature, and control her ice. Meaning, she's not going to be using her magic at range a whole lot.

[User]
~Livia Fiore~
~Semester 1, Day 1~

Livia pouted for just a moment at Katherine, though said nothing as she interfered with her flirting with Lunalel. Ah well, she'd just have to show Katherine just how much she had offended her later, heh. There had been this thing she had been wanting to try for some time, and she knew exactly how to get Katherine for some alone time. Thoughts for later though. For now focus on this cute little Lunalel, and how to get some alone time with her.

"Oh please, call me Livia dear." She smiled at the knight as she passed. "And if you need anything at all, do stop by my office. It's always open." With that though, she turned and walked after Katherine. Her favorite, precious little student wasn't about to get out of this so easily. Oh no, no, she had something she had to discuss with her after all. The headmistress easily caught up with her, after all. She wasn't exactly hard to find in a crowd.

As soon as she approached her from behind.

She gave her a swift, but discreet smack on her butt. She spoke in a low voice, obviously not intending for anyone else to hear her.

"My, my dear little Katherine bringing such a cute thing to me and then taking it out of my grasp. I hope you're ready for some extra curricular lessons after the meeting today." She pulled back to a more acceptable distance, walking alongside the teacher, speaking more formally now that they were indoors.

"I request your presence in my office this afternoon, after the meeting this afternoon, along with Aetheria Gagne. There is something I must discuss with the two of you in private, as I believe the two of you are the most capable for the task. Until then, go about your day as usual. And if you see a student by the name of Lyssa Nemorienne in your classes today, you are to treat her as royalty and make sure she is comfortable. I do not care how difficult or impossible she is being. I will tell all the important staff why at the meeting this afternoon."

With that, the headmistress left Katherine side, without so much as allowing her to protest or question such an instruction.

~Gwynn Foghlú~

"For someone claiming to want to help the poor you are perfectly content to add hours to your own servant's workload."

Gwynn rolled her eyes at the Neko's comment. She almost snapped at her, but managed to restrain her tongue. Maoin was only doing what she was told, and as much as that annoyed her she didn't deserve to be told off for it. She simply looked at the cat, glowering at her in a childish manner.

"Mistress, you have no idea what your betrothed will be like. And you won't be a mere housewife, you will still have me and other servants to take care of you, and it's very possible that he may encourage some adventurous spirit being in his spouse. It IS the 1430s after all."

Gwynn made a noise that sounded something between a growl and an exasperated groan. The blond Irish girl turned her head away from Maoin in defiance, though she was mulling over the words. She was right, after all. She had no idea who this Swen was, or what he was like. Maybe she should give him a chance. It was bad to judge a book by its cover after all, as her father always liked to say.

"How about this: if you act appropriately in class, let me prepare you for the evening, and give Lord Swen a fair chance...I'll do anything you want tonight. Dancing, singing, games, ANYTHING."

Slowly, the noblewomans head turned towards Maoin, amber eyes furrowed as she looked at the hand that was offered to her. Well...even if she hadn't offered, she couldn't very well sit here forever. After a few moments of staring up at the Neko, Gwynn sighed, defeated. Well, she had offered though so she might as well make the most of this. Gwynn took Maoin's hand, getting off the ground and standing up. As soon as she got on her feet, she positioned herself to stand right in front of Maoin.

"Anything I want, eh?~" Annoyance had been replaced with a playful mischievousness. One of her hands brushed against the Neko's cheek, straightening a loose strand of her hair as she stared straight into the Neko's eyes. "And if I said...I want, you, my cute little Neko?"

This was probably something that Maoin wouldn't be new too. Gwynn routinely teased the familiar in such a manner. It was mostly to throw her off her game and interrupt her when she was trying to get Gwynn to do something she was supposed to be doing. Now though, Gwynn was doingit mostly for giggles.

[Assistant]
Gwynn seemed to surrender, using the outstretched hand to lift herself to her feet. Maoin sighed in relief as she embraced a hard won victory ... only to gasp a moment later as she felt her mistress' fingers brush her cheek suggestively. The neko had to resist the urge to press herself into the petting and settled instead for avoiding Gwynn's eyes. This certainly wasn't the first time her mistress had flirted with her, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

 "As your familiar, it is my job to provide whatever services make you satisfied." The kitten tried to speak coolly and unemotionally to her mistress, but the spreading blush on her cheeks and the hesitation in her response made it obvious that the noblewoman had won at her game. Largely because that statement was true ...

 A few seconds later, Maoin grabbed the hand of her mistress and began walking her to the campus. Despite Gwynn's implied promise to behave, Maoin was hesitant to let the irresponsible girl go.

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 The pair eventually managed to enter the main building after filtering through the crowds. Looking behind herself, the neko decided to check on her charge ...

... and smacked her head into a solid sheet of steel as her eyes drifted from where she was walking. Clutching her head as a natural response, the black haired girl's eyes drifted upward to see that she had run into a female knight about four years older than herself. This embarrassment simply topped off the frustration of this day's events. Eyes watering slightly from the pain, Maoin looked down at the floor. "Sorry ..."

[User]
Lunalel Lightsword

Luna had been lucky to escape that woman. Well, that's how she felt at least. If she wanted, she could have likely stopped Luna from leaving if she so desired. She didn't seem to care enough to do so. . . So that was a good sign. For the moment at the least. Now though, she had absolutely no idea where she was now. She was. . . Somewhere on campus. "Really now. Where am I?" The Knightess asked herself as she looked about, trying to figure out where to go next. She was in a building now at least. Likely the main one, considering that most people would have come here anyway. Then she took a step and felt something bounce against her breastplate bearing the heraldry of the Lightsword house. Luna recoiled slightly, but recovered quickly as she looked down to see what she had just ran into to.

It was a girl. Well, seemed like more than a girl even. She had cat ears on her head. Luna couldn't say she was all too surprised since this was the Magic Academy. "I must apologize for this miss. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you well?" She asked with a small smile on her face though she noticed the girl holding her head. It was likely where she hit her head. Well, she knew a small spell that should help with that much. "Light, come to me." As the Knightess said the words, a few strands of soft light glided like a leaf straight to her hand as she touched the head of the cat-girl. The pain from the blunt impact with Luna's armor should all but disappear and a floating feeling would replace it.

"Alright, let's stand up now." She continued, grabbing the cat's hand and forcing her to stand moreso than help her. "Now then, where are my manners. My name is Lunalel Lightsword, daughter to the Lord of the Lightsword house. I'll apologize if I bothered you two in any way." At the least, Luna took a guess at that. The other girl in the nice dress seemed as if she was with the other girl.

[Assistant]
"Aaah, you're no fun any more Moain." Gywnn sighed, seeing that her teasing had almost zero effect on the Neko. No surprise that she had gotten used to it, really since she did it daily. The blond simply sighed, shaking her head and followed after the cat, allowing herself to be lead. She wasn't really planing on running at the moment, so it was an unnecessary action but if it made Moain feel better, well...that was fine. She honestly, just didn't feel like it at the moment. Well, this was her life now she supposed. Maybe she was being a pessimist about this whole thing, but...well, she was never the most optimistic person out there despite the fiery disposition people attributed to her.

So she silently followed the Neko. She could easily escape if she wanted too, but she really didn't want to cause the cat any more stress than she already had. Eventually, she just returned to her own thoughts realizing just how soft the Neko's hands were...before a loud thunk brought her out of her thoughts. Apparently the Neko had run right into another girl.

Gwynn simply snickered.

"Wow Moain, for someone who doesn't like flirting you sure have a habit of attracting all the cat lovers, heh." Either way...this was the perfect chance. A distraction! If she could get Moain distracted here, she could escape. Would it cause the cat a bit more stress? Well, yeah, probably, but she would keep her promise and go to her classes. She might not exactly meet this Swen in the timely fashion she wanted, but she would keep her promise to mostly behave.

"Nah, she's fine. Moain is a tough little kitty." Gwynn replied with a friendly grin to Lunalel, giving Moain a friendly pet on the head. "Call me Gwynn. I'm a...reluctant new student here." She introduced herself, though conveniently left out her last name and spoke in a casual and friendly manner. She really never liked advertising she was a noble so much. Not because of the declining status her name carried, but because people inherently tended to treat nobles differently.

And she loathed that.


[System]
Species: Feral Vampire
Age: ~700, looks 27.

Appearance: Aldaric is pretty, one of the resons he was turned, but is also tall and broad chested like a capable knight. His green eyes are almost inhuman, and he doesn't have much for facial hair. As a turned vampire, his skin is slightly light grey, making him look like he is always standing in a shadow.

Personality: Aldaric is a little crazy and a little angry, but that doesn't make him a brash beast. He's driven by vengeance but still thoughtful and logical in his approach. He will work with others to achieve his goals and will keep his promises. He does delight in making his enemies suffer and takes satisfaction in killing them. Vampire blood has given him the strength he needs, but he realizes he has become addicted to it, and it's slowly killing him.

Equipment: Two katana type swords. Three hidden, barbed, blood-letting daggers. A heavy pistol (like a desert eagle maybe). Bola. Has ties to an underground network of other ferals involved in the black market, so has procured a few explosives and a steady supply of ammo, etc.

Background: Aldaric was a knight in the middle ages who was greatfully turned to escape persecution and take revenge on those who tried to execute his family. Long story. But since, he had lived happily as a turned vampire in the coven of his master, a pureblood of course, for centuries, among an established sect of vampires who were in favor of dominance over humans.

Eventually they went to war with the currently established vampire society over an obvious conflict of ideals, leadership, culture, etc. and and lost. Aldaric's vampire family this time was wiped out, and he himself was presumed to have also perished in the flames. However, he managed to survive, and over a few hundred years, he recovered, remade himself, and began hunting the purebloods with undeniable ire, feeding on their blood and gaining in power.

Today, he is a secret, coveted leader among the feral vampires, inspiring them to follow him, promising the blood of their vampire victims and vengeance as a reward for their loyalty. They coordinate attacks randomly on vampires of the society.

Extra: Has a hideout, motorbike, for story purposes mostly. Has some moral code holdover from his knighthood days and won't kill on holy ground.

[User]
Bernard sat with his back to a dark corner, leaning over the strong-smelling glass in front of him. He had ordered whiskey and taken not a sip, preferring to take in only observations at this point. The bar that employed Maxine would soon close, and so must his idling. For weeks now, he had considered simply appearing at this very bar, considered allowing her to pick him out of the crowd. Something yet unknown stayed his hand this evening, as it had every day for the last week. He felt it her right to know who had introduced her to this dark world, but now just did not seem the time.

Raven hair obscured Bernards eyes as he tracked Max to the table in the opposite corner of the room. From the way she moved, he recognized the stalk before the kill. This unlucky man, who had been causing problems for the waitstaff all night, had become prey to one of Man's few predators. A smirk curled the corner of his mouth as he watched his progeny at work. As she started to lead him out the back exit, Bernard made his own unobtrusive exodus through the front door. Outside, he straighted the stiff collar of his duster until itnearly reached the bottom of his ears. When a quick glance around revealed no obvious onlooker, he made his way around the side of the building.

At the edge of the shadows, he watched Max lead the man to her coworkers car, manipulating him with ease. Once the car door closed the windows began to fog, but Bernard stil knew exactly what was going on. He could smell the man's blood, and it made him lick his lips. While he waited, he entertained the picture of sharing a feast with Maxine. The thought made him ache with hunger, but he resolved to hunt later. There was plenty of prey on the dark streets, but he did not want to risk Max catching up to him unawares.

The sound of the car door opening and closing caught Bernard's attention, pulling him from his thoughts. He admired the young vampire's form as she straightened her clothes, and once again the idea of simply stepping forward hear and now tempted him. In his moment of hesitation, he noticed her stop and peer in his direction. As she started forward again, so he moved back into the shadows without thinking. A profoundly empty feeling washed over him as he saw that she had lost sight of him. Bernard's stillness rivaled that of the night air as he stood in the darkness and waited to see if Max would attempt to follow.

[Assistant]
Elijah Harding

Elijah laughed as he saw the new hunter tense up, readying his pistol. "Get a load of this guy Locke..." It was just hilarious seeing a hunter getting antsy over a corpse. From his actions, this new hunter was a rookie, and didn't know squat in Elijah's opinion. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure a vampire isn't going to get up after getting it's heart crushed, I can tell you that. If you ever see a vamp regenerate a heart you may as well blow your own brains out, as you wouldn't be able to kill it. No point in tensing up for no reason. Besides, if she was still alive, you would think me and especially the boss man over there woulda made sure she didn't stay that way." Elijah kicked the dead vampire's head to emphasize his point, causing the corpse to flip over. "Though, perhaps you're so new you don't know how to properly ensure a vamp is dead?"

Elijah began pouring gasoline all over the corpse, before lighting a torch and igniting the fire with it. The corpse quickly was engulfed in flames, and the putrid smell of burning flesh quickly spread throughout the area. It was a common smell for Elijah, seeing how he was using incendiary bullets, but it was always nasty to smell. Quickly brought about a gag reflex, though over the years he'd been able to prevent himself from puking all over the place.

"Anyway, beside me and Locke, and you of course, there aren't any other hunters in the area. It'll just be us three for now. We did try and call for more hunters to help, but no luck. Seems we'll have to hold down the fort. Not to say we'll be inadequate for the job, as we both have years of experience. Locke over there has decades of it, so I suggest you stay close to him, seeing how you're scared of a fucking corpse. I'll be damned if I have to take care of you in the middle of combat either." Elijah silently hoped Locke wouldn't be too angry he dumped the responsibility of the newbie on him. Locke was the eldest anyway, it should fall upon him to watch over the rookie.

"As for what we're doing, Locke will debrief you on that. I honestly have no idea what we're going to do, seeing as our only lead is dead. Unless our vampire buds over in The Society have intel we don't." For now, it seemed the Hunters could only wait. Either for intel on where these ferals were, or for another murder to occur...


[System]
ALIAS: El Creed
AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 135 lbs.
HAIR: Auburn
EYES: Violet
ROLE: Assassin
WEAPONS: Anelace, Throwing Knives, Bolo, Steel Knuckles, Crossbow, Longbow and Quiver of Arrows, Rifle, Flintlock
SKILLS: El is the mastermind. She is more efficient and effective with longer range weapons as she does not have the strength to overpower a male opponent. However, she is quick, agile, and graceful. She has had the better part of her life to practice the art of stealth, cunning, and deadly aim.
POWERS: N/A
NOTORIETY LEVEL: 15% Low Guard Alert
CHOSEN FATE: Villain

NAME: Esme Lenore Warwick
ALIAS: Esme Creed
AGE: 22
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 130 lbs.
HAIR: Sable
EYES: Blue
ROLE: Hustler
WEAPONS: Twin Rattlesnake Venom Tipped Stiletto
SKILLS: Esme is the most theatrical of the four, able to adjust her demeanor to any given situation. She is very cunning, manipulative, and is able to place a small wager on just about anything to earn a quick pence.
POWERS: N/A
NOTORIETY LEVEL: 51% Medium/Moderate Guard Alert
CHOSEN FATE: Villain

NAME: Claire Iris Warwick
ALIAS: Claire Creed
AGE: 20
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 125 lbs.
HAIR: Chestnut
EYES: Violet
ROLE: Spy
WEAPONS: An Array of Poisons, Sedatives, and Antidotes. Most Used Is A Vial of Belladonna Powder, Spyglass, Derringer
SKILLS: Claire is the quiet one, and this trait has attributed to her contribution to the family. She is stealthy, inconspicuous, highly intelligent, sociable when it is needed, and very patient. These qualities also aided in her study of poisons and antidotes.
POWERS: N/A
NOTORIETY LEVEL: 12% Low Guard Alert
CHOSEN FATE: Villain

NAME: Corrine Ivy Warwick
ALIAS: Corri Creed
AGE: 18
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs.
HAIR: Blush
EYES: Blue
ROLE: Thief
WEAPONS: Pet Ferret, Loki
SKILLS: Corri is the youngest, and she has earned respect amongst her sisters by thieving whatever is needed for them to survive, from money, to clothes, to food, even transportation and shelter. She is an accomplished pick pocket and lock pick.
POWERS: N/A
NOTORIETY LEVEL: 43% Medium/Moderate Guard Alert
CHOSEN FATE: Villain

HISTORY: These four young women were born to Charles and Isabelle Warwick. Charles was a professional gambler, womanizer and proper rogue. Isabelle was a genuinely kind, spiritual woman who fell in love with the wrong kind of man. Seven years after Corri, the youngest, was born, Charles was arrested, and taken from their home in the middle of the night. He had finally gotten himself into trouble that he could not con himself out of. Isabelle did the best she could to raise and provide for her four daughters, but times were incredibly harsh, and after holding several jobs at once, she found the only way she could make a decent living was to sell her body at a local brothel. Unfortunately, six months afterward, Isabelle was grotesquely murdered by a psychotic medical man in a dark alley one night, leaving the girls to fend for themselves.

El, having been thirteen at the time, refused to allow her and her sisters to be forced into the custody of the orphanage, and so she had grown up quickly in order to provide for them. It had become second nature, living on the streets, scrounging for food and money, but El wanted better for her sisters, and she knew the only way for a woman to make good in a man's world without having to fall to the same fat as their mother, was to take what they wanted by force if necessary. El began grooming herself, conditioning her abilities with long range weaponry, going so far as to change their surname to avoid recognition by reputation. After making enough money to sustain her small family, she enlisted the second oldest, Esme, into her scheme.

Esme became quite profitable in her own right, using her pretty face and innocence to lure men into her dainty little hands, and milk them dry of every pence she could. Once that had grown old, she picked up on a few tricks of the trade to hustle money from those who believed they had knowledge, skill, and experience over her.

Claire definitely came into her trade on her own, after all, it had seemed so natural. She was able to spot a unsuspecting victim from a mile away within the year. This had lead to her infatuation with the curses and gifts of nature, poisons and the like...and ways to counteract them.

Last, but not least, Corri. While they all knew what they were doing was wrong, Corri wanted nothing more than to survive, and assist her sisters in doing so. One night, as she and her sisters were strolling through town, a young man bumped into Corri. She was surprised at how easily she was able to lift his watch and wallet without the man having even given her a backward glance. It was also through her tasks that she found and rescued her pet ferret, Loki, who became a constant companion and somewhat of a little guardian angel.

El, Esme, Claire and Corri have been living this way for a little over a decade now, but they are continuously sharpening their skills in the hopes that one day, they will be able to pilfer enough to retire them comfortably for the rest of their lives.

[User]
Once he heard the sirens, and footsteps of the Tall Boys, Ty got nervous. He immediately ducked down into another alleyway, and leaned his head out to watch what was all going on. It seemed like they were chasing a criminal. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't half bad either, being able to dodge the Tall Boys arrows with seemingly ease. And then he heard the voice of the Lord Regent. Kingsford. A wolfish grin crossed his lips. "Wow, that didn't take long. Looks like it's my lucky day, and your's too laddie." He muttered to himself. Time to get his vigilantie on.

Ty blinked around from alleyway to alleyway, and rooftop to rooftop to remain unseen. Which was pretty easy, Kingsford was making a lot of noise after all. All eyes were on him. Ty could probably remain unoticed even if he rode in on a flying whale. He noticed the old man who popped his head out to yell at the former gangster, and sighed. "You're gonna get yourself killed you dumb fuck." He muttered to himself. He adjusted his cap, making sure it covered enough of his face.

Ty blinked behind Lysander, and sighed. "Aye, I can get behind that. Besides laddie, you and me has some business to discuss." He stated as he made his presence known. He held out his right hand, the mark on his palm began to glow. He used his pull ability to keep Kingsford in place, and forcibly bring him to him. "Gotta love that Outsider." He smirked. "How about you leave these poor sobs alone, and you and me have a little chat about your mates in the Broken Bottle Gang."

He then released the former crime lord, and dropped him on the ground. "So what's it going to be mate? You, me, badass superpowered battle that'll end with me dragging you off, and forcing the information that I want out of you. Or we can both walk away now, and get what we both want, Slackjaw, and his mates being brought down." He asked as he tapped on the hilt of his sword, showing that he was ready for fight. He looked around, expecting the city guard to arrive soon. "Decide fast laddie, those Guardsmen are like cockroaches, emphasis on the cock. They just crawl out of the courners. And no matter what, you just can't stomp on 'em all."

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"Will you keep it down you enormous BLOODY CUNT."

Lysander turned on his heels to face the source of the voice.

"Oh, well lookie here! At least somebody came out!" A sly grin swept across Kingsford's face. "What's wrong, old man? Somebody steal your Viagra?"

"There are folks and kids trying to drink and sleep and you're out there swinging your cock around like some gross fucking jackal!" Wilheim replied, "Now knock off your SHIT before I clamp a hagfish around your knobs!"

Suddenly, there was another voice, that originated from the same building.

"Sully, what the fuck is happening up there?"

"I'm fucking handling it Davis!" Wilheim turned his head to yell, "Go back to stroking yourself!"

Lysander burst out laughing.

"You-" He panted for breath, "You actually think you're intimidating? You, think you can tell me, what to do? Oh, you're too funny!"

He threw back his head in laughter again.

Wilheim gritted his teeth, watching the sagacious prick laugh in the most exaggerated manner he'd ever witnessed. He'd had enough. He took one look at his drink and knew what to do. He took a cloth from one of the drawers in the room and stormed over to the table. Soaking the cloth in the remainder of the bottle's contents, he picked up the lantern on the table and returned to the window.

The jammy fuck was still laughing. Wilheim held the open lantern up to the cloth, lighting it. He quickly took the newly crafted molotov and tossed it at the cunt while he was still distracted by the size of his own ego.

Kingsford continued his laugh, not hearing the smash of the bottle, but feeling the heat of the spark of fire on his legs. Shit. He quickly bent time and blinked a few paces away, patting the fire out on his legs. He sent time back to its normal pace, a sly grin still wrapped around his lips.

"So you wanna play like that, huh? I can do just the same." He pulled out his pistol, aiming it at the man. "Don't throw your life away, pal. Say sorry and I might just spare you." He grinned devilishly.

"Oh for- of COURSE you're one of them fucking Garys!" Wilheim replied. It didn't take even a rat's brain to deduce this sorcery.

Just then, a baby's crying sounded throughout the building.

"Sully!" A woman's voice followed the crying.

Wilheim turned his head and yelled, "I'll be right there Amelia!" He turned back to the egregious bastard, ignoring the gun. Not the first time he had one aimed at him. He raised his hands on the window frame and yelled, "Piss off!"

He shut the window, turned, and headed for the door.

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The man - Sully, was it? - had just stormed back inside when Kingsford heard a voice behind him.

"Aye, I can get behind that. Besides laddie, you and me have some business to discuss."

Lysander groaned as the fucker's Mark glowed, and he was held in place. The guy started talking, but Lysander wasn't bothered, really. All he heard was blahblahblah, gay relationship with Outsider, blahblahblah, broken bottles, blahblahblah, looking for a fight, blahblahblah, kill Bottle Street Gang and Slackjaw, blahblahblah, guard's cocks. Damn, this guy was gay for sure.

Kingsford was dropped to the ground partway through the homo's speech, and decided to stay there till the end of it, just for showmanship. Then he rolled his eyes as his mark begun to glow. He swept some dirt up from the ground, throwing it towards the bastard's eyes, and blinked himself up, pulling out his own sword.

"You think it was gonna be that easy? Hah!"


[System]
Age: 18
Species: Shiny Eevee
Type: normal
Nature: timid
Ability: Anticipation
Moves: 'You can learn up to six moves, but you're probably glad if you know... one right now.'
- Quick attack
- Hidden power
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Mysterious Gem Location, Shape and accessory type: a golden collar with a diamond shaped purple stone around her neck
Other: She is very confused what is going on, but she knows every herb and berry that can help Pokemon Injured to heal from within. She also knows how to make medical drinks with the herbs and berries she carries around in a huge around her neck, and she doesn't even know what the mysterious stone came from. She has more silver in her fur then a usual shiny eevee, you will see in the poke world.

[User]
Pyro

@ianzerep@Iatos@Devo@RiverMaiden
Pyro sent another ember to deal with the mudslap headed his way and then Frida's before his mouth was once again letting off small fiery sparks.
"This feeling...yes, I enjoy this quite nicely." Pyro chuckled before using the ember to launch himself slightly upwards, which allowed him to scale a nearby building just slightly easier.
Of course that meant that Frida now seemed to be fighting the four by herself...however she wasn't. There was only one way they could win this fight, and that was by taking risks. And who would be willing to do so? Pyro of course.

Covering his mouth using his sleeve, Pyro now ran headfirst into the gas. The gas stung his eyes somewhat but he simply ignored it and fought through the pain. Seeing movement in the gas, he quickly moved his hand away from his mouth to launch another volley of ember.
Once the ember was gone he quickly covered his mouth once more. He knew he would get poisoned eventually, his sleeve wouldn't keep the toxins out forever if at all.
However...it did make breathing easier at this stage, and he would simply eliminate the four pokemon before the poison became too big a problem.

[Assistant]
Elvina just looked at twix and sighed then smiled. " We will need to gather more of those Energy Roots, and we need all kinds of herbs in this world that has any kind of healing Properties, I'm lucky my knowledge about plants for healing hasn't disappeared she said and pulled a giant leaf from a tree branch as she slowly walked on her unknown legs, but sometimes she starts walking on fours once in awhile as her tail continued to sway. " She picked the berries that they found then she took the root from Twix and laid it on the giant leaf that she had with her. She took an oran berry over to Twix and smled nicely. " Here Twix eat this we can't let you search for the rest of the berries and herbs for healing our follow party members that is fighting still." She said and sniffed the air and located more oran berries, Sitrus Berries, and she also found another energy root.

She also found some Pecha berries, Aspear berries, Chesto berries, Cheri Berries, Rawst berries, Persim berries and Some Revival Herbs plus more Energy Roots. She put everything she found into the leaf and continued collecting more for a lifetime supplies for curing the wounded, but she already knew the healing supplies will decrease greatly during the weeks and months living in these strange bodies with mysterious stones on them.

[User] As he got closer to the blond, Mellio started to see more and more details of her person, especially the anklet that had a mysterious stone within it. She WAS like the rest of them. Each and every one of them had one of those weird gems embedded in some kind of accessory. He thought that it was pretty cool, kind of like a secret team of sorts. He finally reached the girl, who was startled by his presence, heaving from his full on sprint. Having fully recovered after a few seconds, his happy personality went full force, showing on his face, his posture, and even as a sort of aura around him. "Hi there! I saw you watching us fight, and I was wondering if you could help!" he exclaimed quickly in a single breath, sounding more like: "HithereIsawyouwatchingusfightandIwaswonderingifyoucouldhelp!" Taking one of the girl's hands in his own, he gave her his best pout. "Please? My friends need help!" he punctuated his finished sentence with a surprise hug, repeatedly asking "Please?" and not letting go until she said yes.

[Assistant]
@Iatos @Devo @ianzerep @Lunarlors34 @RiverMaiden

Xiphias

Xiphias' ears twitched as she watched the fight unfold. They were like her.. with human forms instead of Pokemon ones. The air was thick with the scent of poison... as the pokemon like her faced off against the Grimer. Her ears twitched as she watched the battle for a few more moments before jumping in. She wanted to ask these others if they knew why they'd been turned into human-things. If they knew anything....

She darted towards the cloud of poisonous gas, taking a deep breath and holding it as she sprinted into the poison. She could feel it burning her skin as she charged towards the Muk. Panic hit her as she realized, she couldn't remember how to fight. The Muk sloshed towards her slowly, a smile spreading across its face. Xiphias felt her lungs screaming for air and had no choice but to release her held breath, feeling the burning sensation of the poison against her throat. As she took some damage, Xiphias' ice blue eyes seemed to glow. A fury rose from deep within Xiphias and a wave of darkness exploded from her body in all directions, even washing towards the others who looked sort of like herself.

[User]
@Draconequis

The blond Gijinka had been spectating the fight, mainly focusing on the actual combatants in the Houndoom and Froakie-like beings. Watching the two groups sling about elemental attacks made even more new information spring up into her head. Mud Slap. Sludge. Poison Gas. Bubble. Ember. Harden. Sludge Wave. The words formed within her mind as each move was used, the young teen not understanding how she even know what those words meant.

As she pondered this conundrum, her ears picked up the sound of running coming from her right, and the source was coming towards her! Meloi froze in surprise, unable to move in fear of the entity that approached her. But, as the figure came into view, the Ampharos Gijinka calmed down near instantly, looking at the being with apprehension. Wasn't this one involved in the conflict as well? Surveying through her memories, she was surprised to find that his absence was actually near the beginning of the fight, after a quick maneuver that saved the blue girl from being hit with a Sludge. The Shellos-like boy held himself up from his knees, heaving from exhaustion. The blond took this chance to see the finer details on his person, such as the comfortable material his clothing was made of, said clothing's cute design, and the strange opal that was embedded into the boy's headband.

Then, the green boy looked up at her with a radiant smile, and the teen almost let out a squeal of cuteness overload. He just looked too cute, with his childish face, body and clothing all molding his persona into a adorable little boy. The cute little Shellos asked her for help in aiding his friends, but she shook her head. No matter how cute he was, the blond wasn't going to risk her life for some people she didn't know. Plus, what was she even going to do? Flatter them? She paused for a moment, new information dumping itself into her cranium as she thought of the word "flatter". Huh, so it actually WOULD do something if she tried... Still, she won't-

Then the boy took her hand in his, and pulled her into a hug, shattering her personal space as well as her defense. Awwww... this boy was really too cute, trying so desperately to help his friends. She guess she could, might as well try to learn more about those who were similar to her. Unlatching the boy's hands from her back, the blond nodded to the Shellos gijinka, pulling him along as she head towards the battle ground. Suddenly, a pulse of pure darkness exploded from the field, flying in all directions, including the now allied duo. Night Daze, her mind shouted from within, advising her to dodge the move, as it could cause serious damage. However, she instinctively covered the little boy behind her, who was unable to see nor react to the move. Meloi cried out in pain as the most powerful Dark-type move smashed into her back, falling to the forest floor with the boy within her arms. She was barely conscious when she hit the ground.

[Assistant]
Twillelix 'Twix'

He was glad that his clumsiness at least helped somewhat, having no clue that the root were any special before she said so. As she told him that they needed more he nodded yet felt quite satisfied for not being totally useless. He was honestly glad they had found any berries at all, and when she gave him the Oran berry they had found to eat he gladly accepted it. He wasn't s sure it would instantly heal him or anything, but it would at least help him restore lost energy and it was not like he could remember eating anything recently either... he might as well eat while he had the chance. As they looked around however he realized time were passing quite quickly and he knew that they needed to return soon enough if they was to help their friends.

Seeing Elvina find some stuff he looked to her "Come on, we should get back and see if the others need our help... should grab any poison curing berry you can and then hurry" he said as he got up, he staggered a bit as his leg were sore, frowning slightly he bit down on the Oran berry and then picked up a apple on the way back, again waiting to support Elvina if she needed it even if his own ankle hurt.

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The Battle were running on, and soon as more moves were exchanged and a Zoroark Gijinka joined the fray, The three grimers where soon knocked out. At this point the Muk realized that the battle were no longer favorable, and thus called the retreat before they got injured further. Escaping quickly back into the house the Gijinkas could claim their victory.

Battle Result: Enemy Looses the will to continue the battle and flees back to whence they came.
Pyro Poisoned?:
Xiphias Poisoned.
Mel-knocked out.

[User]
He didn't know what went wrong. Just a moment ago, the blond who was close to her age had started to lead him to the battle, having accepted his plea. Then, as he skipped along with the girl, he was pulled to the ground, a loud feminine scream filling his ears as a wave of darkness washed over the two of them. Team Mel hit the ground, the girl's hold over the green-haired boy slackening as the darkness dissipated. The area around them was silent for a moment, Mellio recovering from the cushioned fall while the blond who covered him fell into unconsciousness.

"Hey, are you ok?", the Shellos gijinka finally asked, rolling out from under the girl and getting up from the ground. Now standing, the boy looked over the blond's unconscious body, and his eyes widened in disbelief. A large gash stretched across the girl's back, the clothing around it ripped as well. He knelt down to the girl, visibly relieved when she heard that she was still breathing. He pulls Meloi's upper body off of the ground, slinging one of the taller gijinka's arms around his neck as she started to carry her around the building and towards the clearing his friends were at. She was hurt, and needed help, and no matter the circumstances of the fight, he needed to bring her to them. "Don't worry, you're going to be alright. My friends can help... I swear." Mellio said to the unconscious girl, not really expecting a reply as he tread on the dirt ground.

[Assistant] Elvina nodded " yes lets head back now, since I bet our other members are in a horrible position right now, so lets hurry Twix. I need to get there as fast as I can to help heal the wounded and fallen ones in our party. " She said and grabbed the last bit of pecha and Oran berries she was gathering hen she tied the big leaf around her neck with her hands holding on it as she focused to make her legs to work well as she ran a bit and halted waiting for Twix to catch up with her when he was a distance away from her a she ran through forest as her eevee tail swayed as she ran and made sure the giant leaf was very secured around her shoulders and neck for nothing won't fall out even if she fell down in the forest that Twix and her went to gather supplies to heal their wounded or fallen members in the group who were fighting the grimers and muks.


[System]
Description(pic is cool to):
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Alex is that of a warrior. She refuses to give up, both in heart and in mind. She fights for what she wants, though there are struggles where what she wants changes. Alex holds secrets, many dark, of her past and her present, and some of which she wants to do in future. Though many thoughts taint her mind, Alex tries to do what she wants. She can be quite irritating, and she can also, at times, be quite insubordinate. She is also quite hooked on alcohol.
Vanguard Type(1 and 2 gen are only available): Generation 2
Vanguard Look and Description of weaponry: Alex' Vanguard, Hawk, is not very tall, however it compensates for this in speed. It is made to get around very easily, with the ability climb or even jump. Such an overhaul on the hydraulics of the Vanguard has left little room for ammunition of kinetic weaponry, so the ends of the mech's fingers have been sharpened into the edge of a blade. The fingers can merge together to form a blade, one in each hand. The mech's hands also contain ranged electrical charges, which can be used to shoot a target at a distance.
Vanguard Size( Nothing over 65m please): 45m
Country Vanguard Representing: Scotland
Bio(can be short): Alex' early life consisted of many fights, physical and mental, against odds of which were bad. Many times, she pulled through, and others, she faltered. This built up her strength, heavily. The Highlands of Scotland were not a happy place to be, but yet she stayed there. Though she has a brutelike nature, she studied and tried to work her way into the military. Upon her eighteenth birthday, she went down south, to Edinburgh, and defeated everyone in the bar in a bar fight after she had indulged in her first alcoholic beverage, the one that got her hooked.

The days after her birthday Alex signed up, and was granted access into the military. She passed through basic training, and then received another message after training. The message claimed that she was being transferred into a specialist team, and included lots of details. Eventually, she got into the team to fight the Kaiju.

[User]
Ledger was the Drill Sergeant at the Irondome and was reasbonsible for the training of the candidates and to him had done a damn good job. So he awarded himself by sleeping extra late and had just barely gotten up. Ledger went slowly down to the living area of the dome passing past soilders trained and chating with a few of them. As he made finally entered the room he coughed and then proceeded," Everyone off your asses we got training to do!" He yelled to everyone in the room.

Charlestown,Maryland

The people of this small coastal town were having another day with no reported attack of a Kaiju attack in Maryland since the beginning of the war when one tried to attacked Washington D.C. However that changed as locals saw a giant ripple on the water and without warning or time to react the horror came crashing into this quiet town. A category one Kaiju called "Chesapeake Crusher" had made landfall. The town was crushed with ease and it moved upward towards Newark, New Jersey destroying anything resembling human settlement. The small national guard garrison called New York for help but was shortly cut off from the monster. However news spreads rather fast in this technological world and its just a matter of minutes before Irondome hears of it.

Height:35m
Weapons: Uses its one giant claw that is about 20m long to crush the life out of anything also charges with its giant claw that has spikes on it. The shell is also able to withstand high pressures such as punches or weak projectiles.
Mutation: Fiddler Crab
Description: The crusher resembles a fiddler crab in the nearly every way except for its dark blue skin and giant claw with spikes on it. Obviously the Tritons didn't put their best effort into it even for a crab (A common mutation the Tritons use to make Kaijus) but it gets the job done going against infantry.

[Assistant] Sam got into the head of the Alpha Marksman, also known as the cockpit of the giant robot. He got into his suit, that would register all the movements he would make and use those to move the robot. The suit was attached to the head itself, so any shocks wouldn't just bring him out of balance and make the whole robot fall down. The platform the robot was standing on moved it towards the doors, which slowly opened and showed the Atlantic Ocean. Here we go... Sam thought. Sam made his first step forward. With a big splash, the Alpha Marksman stepped into the water. Just like the simulations... He stepped his other foot next to his first, and started stretching his arms. "So how does he move?" Sam heard through the intercom. "Pretty good, except for the fact that the right arm has a delay of a second or so." "Give me a second..." Sam heard some typing through the intercom. "Okay, try again now." Sam tried stretching his right arm. Simultaniously, the robot stretched it's arm as well. "Much better, thanks a lot, guys!" Sam responded.

[User]
(Sorry anybody who didn't post PM me if you want to know what happened or just read it. I just don't want to get hanged up on the beginning.)

Just as Ledger spoke a solider came running in behind him. "Sir...There is a Kaiju attack in Maryland high command recommends to bring the recruits." The trooper says as fast as he can and runs off to tell more about the attack. Ledger looks over at the recruits for a minute and grins. "Well I guess this is one way of graduating. Everyone in your Vanguard we are off!" He says walking to the hangar.

The American Spirit, his Vanguard,was waiting fully loaded and clean from a few weeks of inactivity in the hangar. "Damn I miss you." He murmurs to himself getting closer to the behemoth towering over him.

[Assistant]
As soon as the warning came through for the attack on Maryland, Darryl "Dazza" Harris had slammed down his godawful beer and was up and running. He'd been reassigned to the Irondome from Shark Island Base four months ago, after the successful deployments of Armored Kelly and Five Eighth to the Australian eastern coasts. Experienced pilots were always needed in a learning environment, and while Dazza's role wasn't necessarily to provide training he was essential as a standby for when things got too hairy for the rookies.

He sprinted through the corridors of the Irondome and into the locker room, where he stripped down and pulled on the special suit needed to pilot Blitz Juggernaut. Dazza had pushed hard for an interface that didn't require the suit but the very few cooler heads from his homeland had prevailed. Still, he was growing fond of it, feeling it fitted him just as well as one of his many flannos. The nice little Australian flag painted over the breast inspired a little bit of patriotic fervor every time he saw it.

Finally, he put on his helmet with the large clear visor and made his way to the hangar at a brisk run. Techs were standing by, ready to assist him in getting into the control pod. The pod was a funny thing that was inserted into the center of the Vanguard, full of machinery that connected to the suit and essentially translated every movement he made to that of Blitz Juggernaut. It was certainly better than the old two-sticks-and-pedals design he had originally used!

The techs got him into the pod with minimal hassle. It was a well practiced drill, now, much helped by many of his techs being from the first Blitz Juggernaut crew from Australia. The pod was sealed, and now the fun part began. The inside of the pod was illuminated with a dull glow, but Dazza couldn't see it. The viewport on his helmet had gone opaque. Were he a claustrophobic man, now would be the time to panic. But Dazza was not. Instead, frozen in place, blinded to the outside world, he chuckled a bit. He always looked forward to what came next.

He felt the pod being moved. The hydraulics surrounding it were placing it inside Blitz Juggernaut right now. There were a few clunking sounds, ones that were music to Dazza's ears. Three clunks. Pause. Two. The sound of an engine whirring up. He'd memorized them. Another clunk. The engine was getting louder.

Then his helmet burst into life.

The display on the inside of Dazza's helmet abruptly showed a new sight, one of him looking directly towards men working in a control room. His ears heard a quiet chime and the engine sound lessened, overtaken by input from his radio and auditory sensors. The elegant machinery holding his body in place dragged him into an upright position, then eased off the pressure. He could move again.

"Lieutenant Harris, commence system check," was the radio buzz in his ear.

"Leftenant Harris, commencin' system check," Dazza responded.

He moved his head left, right, up and down. As he did so, his view changed to take in the world around him. He was standing in a cavernous hangar, far too large for ordinary humans. He saw figures moving along walkways, inside the control room, but not around the ground. He raised his left and right hands, and observed the blue with red trim mechanical arms enter his field of vision. So far so good. Just for kicks, he wiggled his fingers and witnessed the Vanguard match his movements. Then, for even further kicks, he extended both his middle fingers and noted with a chuckle that his Vanguard did also.

"Lieutenant Harris, please do not deviate from the check procedure," was the immediate buzz in his ears.

"Just testin', mate. Don't get ya knickers in a twist," Dazza jibed back.

The system check went for a few more minutes as Dazza got used to being inside, no, sorry, BEING Blitz Juggernaut. It was always a bit alien for the first couple of minutes, but you soon got used to it.

"System check complete. Good hunting, Blitz Juggernaut."

Dazza grinned, the act completely invisible under his helmet. "I'll bring back a big fish dinner for ya, mate," he responded. As though the giant mech were human, he turned and started walking towards the huge hangar doors. At the same time, with a quick voice command he dialed in the comm for the rookie trainer.

"Ledger, y'there?" he commed to the man. "Deployin' now. I'll be on standby in case you and y'rooks need me. Good huntin', mate."

[User]
Newark,Delaware

After easily making its way to the Delaware border from Maryland the Kaiju finally met some resistance. Maryland and Delaware national guardsmen were positioned in the city hoping to stop the Chesapeake Crusher from devastating Wilmington,the largest city in the tiny state. As the beast reached the outskirts of Newark missiles,tank shells,and a few fighter jets started to hit it with everything they had. When the smoke cleared it still was alive and now pissed off going on a rampage crushing homes and any unlucky tanks. However the force still holds but for how long is the true question.

Irondome

Ledger was lifted via crane up to his Vanguards chest where the cockpit waited. It opened and gush of air surrounded him for a second and disappeared. His Vanguard was one of the first made and because of it had very simple controls. Two joysticks and pedals for movement while buttons scattered across the cockpit were for different situations or weapon choices. As he started the machine with a few button flicks the machine roared to life its eyes glowing dark orange. The American Spirit was loud almost too loud but Ledger loved it he liked to know the machine was active and proceeding as normal.

After a few minutes of limb testing the noise finally calmed down to a quiet murmur and Ledger was ready to go. Another pilot had already beaten him to be first in line it was the new Australian pilot and he said something to Ledger.

"We will be fine Harris. Go out there and give it some hell! I have to wait for the rest of my crew to get here so it might be awhile." He said to the man and then proceeded to grabs a cigarette from his pocket and start smoking while he waited for the others.

Bermuda Triangle(Triton capital)

(Translated) "The humans are taking the bait." Gragin,General of the Eastern Sea said to his leader.

"Good..." The Leader said still on his Throne looking over the underwater paradise that lay before him.

"Should he deploy the rest of our Megabeast?" Gragin said in his mind hoping for yes.

"You know Gragin if we lose this many Megabeast its on your head right?" The leader says

"It won't this is an important port for humans are spies have shown only two of those Mechs protect it. Gragin pleads.

"First deal with the humans at what do they call it,ah yes the Irondome. Make sure they can't deploy when we attack."

" YES Sir!! We will send a surprise over their." Gragin said Boeing and leaving he knew that this plan could break the humans and it was called Operation Spiral.

[Assistant]
Akira stood immediately as alarms started blaring through the Irondrome and ran to see what was going on and before he could reach the chief turned and ran for the hangars jumping into his gear and running toward his Vanguard. using the crane to get into the head where the cockpit resided. Akira's vanguard was early Generation two so it still used a cockpit with the joysticks flips and switches. he climbed in and was greeted by the chime and near blacking out of his visor before and darkening of the cockpit before everything seemingly erupted into life as his vanguard started up and began is lift ride to stand behind the Chief.

"Recruit Akira Yamanaka reporting sir." he said his adrenaline getting the best of him and his wilder side coming out. A soft beep in his ear came before a faceless voice came over the comm system in his Vanguard.
"Yamanaka hows the beast running for ya?" the man said.
"Tenjin is running beautifully, better than ever." Akira said with a smile before taking a deep breath and grinning ready to take on anything that came his way.


[System]
Alias: Brusier
Age: 38
Appearance:
Weight: 94kg (208lbs)
Height: 5' 10" (178cm)
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Britain
Occupation: Security, former police officer and boxer
Personality:To say that Jack's stupid would be an insult, and he doesn't like being insulted, it makes the bad feelings come. A better way of putting it would be that Jack's simple, he likes to think things out carefully and take his time before coming to a decision, and he much prefers to have a straightforward explanation given to him rather than some complicated logical nonsense no 'normal' person would understand.
Backstory:Growing up Jack was always the biggest kid in the yard, the one others turned to when they needed something moved out of the way, like a house for example. Physically he's one of the strongest men on the planet, but mentally he's... less so. When he applied to join the British Army at the age of eighteen he passed all the physical requirements with no problems, but when it came to the written portion of the assessment he not only failed to pass but he failed to even complete the paper.

Undeterred Jack found a place for himself in the Metropolitan Police, where his simple-minded, straight-forward thinking was an asset during crowd control and riot suppression operations, most people tending to have a very quick change of heart when seeing Jack striding through the tear gas towards them, asking politely for them to surrender themselves. In his spare time Jack practiced boxing, and soon became a fixture on the amateur circuit, weathering the blows from his opponents with ease before delivering the knockout punch.

With the rise of the Kaiju, Jack has offered his services and skills to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, guaranteeing them a hard-hitting, tough Jaeger pilot who'll see the job gets done.
Preferred Jaeger:Scarlet Knight, fitted with "Roll of Nickels" Tesla Cells (as seen on the Cherno Alpha) with rockets mounted in each elbow for increased punching power (as seen on the Gypsy Dancer) as well as a six-barreled WMB2x90 Anti-Kaiju Missile chest launcher.

[User]
Henry sighed. He had already slept on the chopper, on the bright side he did get his own room. That was a novelty. Being ex-force recon he was used to putting down just wherever possible. He moved to his room and threw in his duffel bag: After retrieving a smaller bag. After that he walked off in the direction of the mess hall. Walking in he immediately walked over and grabbed a tray. Looking at the trays of, probably cold, food he wasn't impressed. Then again, the Jaeger program was technically military. What was he suspect? And it made the whole thing seem more homely anyway. He grabbed a plate, throwing some cold bacon and beans onto it before moving over to an empty table. Once down he took a can of Irn Bru out of his bag and smirked. As far as he knew he was one of the few scotsmen here, he had to represent.

He closed his eyes as he took a drink. He had done a lot to get back here, last time he had barely started training before they canned the project in favour of the wall (Which was a completely and utter stupid idea from it's inception). At least they realized their mistake, though how long would it take them to get the funding behind the Jaeger program that it needed? Yes there was a lot of collateral damage but it was the only way. And even then a lot of the time Kaiju were taken out at sea, it was typically the higher classifications or more unique ones that managed to wreak havoc and if he got in a Jaeger, nothing was going to get past him. He'd see to that.

[Assistant]
Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall
Hurrying up the stairs, a slice of toast still clenched between his teeth, Bruiser was just in time to see the tour group breaking apart, each heading off in a different direction. Quickly stepping up beside a dark-skinned girl

 he vaguely remembered as having help him to his bunk the night before, who now seemed to be paying unduly close attention to another, red-haired girl's backside, he pulled the toast from his mouth and asked, "Did I miss anything?" before quickly munching his toast down in a couple of bites.

[User]
Tomiko Fraser - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall

Tommie shook her head, tearing her eyes away from Valentine's perfectly formed posterior for a moment to look back at the face of the muscular man she'd practically carried from the helipad the night before. "Just the usual ten-cent tour. Hangar, bunks, play room," she replied with with a sigh, jerking her thumb around to indicate the different base sections.

"We're to report to the training room in three hours, that'll be about..." Reaching over Tommie twisted Bruiser's arm around to get a quick look at his watch, before barking out a laugh, "By your watch that'll be about 23:00. You might want to reset that thing for local time."

Stepping away from the boxer Tommie headed off after Valentine, before her pretty little ass got too far out of view. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some rather pressing business to attend to." At least I hope there'll be pressing involved, she added to herself with a grin.

Moving up behind Valentine, Tommie gently rested her hand on the younger woman's arm to get her attention. "Have you been assigned your Jaeger yet?" Tommie asked with a light, friendly tone, "I'm set with one of the single-pilot models, but I'm sure I could make room in there for you too."

[Assistant]
Mako Mori... The name was well know to anyone versed in Jaeger history. Whether or not she still piloted in combat, Cameron didn't know, but the media had credited Mori and Becket with almost single-handedly closing the first Breach. A pretty high standard to live up to. Truth be told, Cameron was already dubious about becoming a Jaeger pilot; long hours in the sim had shown him that damn near everything he had learnt in the Rifles was useless against the Kaiju. You couldn't bring a rifle to a fist-fight and despite the occasional gun mount, most Jaeger combat was essentially giant robot wrestling. Granted, he could hold his own in close combat, but still... He shook it off, trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be here if the PDC didn't think him capable.

As they toured the base, he took the time to gauge his fellow recruits and was a little taken aback by what he saw. Half of them were kids, barely out of their teens and only a few looked like they'd seen combat. Two caught his eye, both clearly military; the Scotch lad had all the bearing of a battlefield officer, something Cameron could sympathise with and respect, though there was a certain hardness there too. The woman, Razor or perhaps Tommie, seemed like a laugh, but he found it hard to see past her outer cheerfulness. She clearly had some specialist experience judging from the way she gave everyone a subtle once-over; military police perhaps, or counter terrorist? Didn't particularly matter though, he conceded. She looked more than competent. As for the kids, well... The lads seemed to be playing silent so no joy there and the French girl hadn't said much either; either they were all understandably nervous or just psyching themselves up for the tests ahead. Which in hindsight, I ought to be doing as well...

As he was observing the others, the tour had come to an end. Cameron gave Mori's retreating back a crisp salute and turned to the others. A few had peeled off already, off to do whatever potential pilots did in their free time, leaving Cameron to muse over how to spend his. Three hours was a lot of time to burn on a military base and even though he had been stationed here once before, the layout had changed over the last decade. Deciding that being social was his best bet, he tried to get to know his new comrades. 'Well then... Since we're all going to be sleeping and dying together, how's about we toss out some names?' With Razor flirting her way into Frenchie's knickers, he tried the young lads instead, extending one hand companionably. 'Cameron Arkwright, ex-British Army. You boys done much Jaegering before?'


[System]
Race: Sentry Bot

Age: Unrecognized Parameter

Height:5'11

Weight: 1300 pounds

Appearance: Dark green spray paint and poorly drawn skulls litter his exterior, along with leather pads and scrap metal plating that the raiders that captured him thought looked cool. In place of the standard missile launcher on the bot's right arm, there is what appears to be a heavily reinforced arm with a hand. All that aside, it appears to be a fairly standard Sentry bot.

Equipment: Semi-sentient AI allows for adaptive combat and interaction with humans. A storage space holding six fission batteries and various other basic repair supplies(though he cannot use them)

Weapons: Arm mounted mini-gun.

Specializations: It's a robot.

Negative Attributes: STAIRS...Oh and some faulty code that occasionally leads to minor errors. Of course, due to being a heavily armed robot, RB's conversational skills are lacking quite a bit.

Other: While the raiders that captured had a technician on hand to rewrite his core programming, he was not very skilled. He barely managed to rewrite the bot's identification and a few minor subroutines causing a few minor glitches.

Biography: Sentry Bot 0427 was one of the first Sentry bots to be implanted with the Enclave's "sentient AIs." Being one of the first, it was no surprise when the robot seemingly locked up and shut itself down. With numerous other bots to test They quickly discarded the 'hunk of junk' and continued on with their research. The robot was found years later by a group of raiders that were looting the former Enclave facility. After finding the robot, they quickly dragged it to their den and set it up as decoration outside. It didn't take long before RB was captured by another group of raiders and taken southeast to yet another base. This cycle repeated until he ended up with a group that was holed up in an abandoned grocery store. Apparently said group had a 'genius' technician that decided it was wise to reload the sentry bot's weapons, replace its fission battery, and rewrite its code. It was the leader of the gang's plan to use the robot to acquire new territory. The area was very turbulent as the local raider gangs fought non-stop. The technician finished his rewrite and rebooted the newly designated "Raid-Bot".

 The moment the raiders barked an order at the reawakened RB the den became a storm of minigun rounds, smoke, and raider parts. It seemed that the technician was unable to break the encryption on the Friend-or-Foe programs, nor did he think to disable "Raid-Bot"'s weapon. Of course, the leader managed to escape the moment the minigun began spinning. When the dust settled, the only two figures still standing were RB and the technician that had 'fixed' him. After a brief staredown, the technician jumped for the nearest weapon which was, unfortunately, a 9mm pistol. After uselessly loosing a few rounds at the robot, he found himself being run over repeatedly by RB's four wheels...RB didn't appreciate the name-change or the rooting around in its head. After the raiders had been cleared out, Raid-Bot began to drive into the nearest wall(due to the 'technician's' tampering causing a loop).

[User]
RB scanned the tags and searched through his database. Noticing a few errors in his system, he decided it'd be more convenient to simply take this man at his word.

"Friendly acknowledged, this unit is identified as -error designation modified by unauthorized source, please seek administrator assistance or ignore this message-" After finishing the statement, he chose to ignore the error and state the new designation instead. "Raid-bot."

"Thank you for the assistance, these raiders tampered with my internal systems." He gestured to the corpses, if it weren't for his lack of a mouth there would likely be a large smile plastered across his faceplate. "Threat detected...terminating."

As he finished his statement, the minigun on his arm began to whirr as he fired a small burst into a twitching raider. "Threat terminated."

[Assistant]
Andrei draped the holotags back around his neck. This particular AI had evidently fashioned itself as a proud sort. "You didn't even read them. I'll have to do some more work on your software later. Assuming you plan on joining me," Andrei said, " 'Raid-Bot' ."
 He swept his eyes around the room before returning to the front of the store. He picked a few worn-down 9mm bullets off of the Raider bodies as he passed.

Exiting on to the street, Andrei watched for even the slightest movement, his gaze moving across every small detail of the surrounding buildings. Satisfied that this wasn't some Raider trap, he sat down on a bench just to the side of the door. Andrei drew his Browning- and deftly removed the magazine, then ejected the chambered round. He caught the loose bullet, and returned it to its place in the mag. Next, he stripped the gun, inspecting every part of the slide and frame.

Andrei took a small bottle of gun oil and a rag from a pouch on his right hip, and went to work giving the pistol a good cleaning.

[User]
France sighed, running her hands through her hair in frustration. She knew it was bad out here in the wastes, but what the girl didn't expect was the overwhelming solitude that had taken these lands. As far as the eye could see there was some revenant of the old world, leaving behind a mere shadow of what it used to be. The carcasses of cars, the ruinous buildings… it must have looked fantastic in its prime. Damn those Kollier bastards! Why'd they have to burn the world?!

Looking up, France struggled to look past the overcast to try and view the suns location, mostly because that's what she's been following for days now. How long has it been… maybe a little over a week. Yep, west was a long road to follow, and it was unknown how much farther she'd be able to travel. All in all, things have been tolerable; there's always a settlement every once in a while, and they might even be nice enough to let you in for the night. They may change their tune if the townsmen ever found out that their cities were being marked down on a large piece of paper, but if France was dumb enough to allow that, then her body just might be in a ditch right now. Thankfully, all the inns so far have been generous enough to provide their guests with privacy; after all, France has been a busy girl indeed.

Across one big piece of parchment a path westward has been drawn, starting at Vault 117, New Kannon City. Charlotte was the first stop, those towering ruins beckoned like land to a drowner. Unfortunately, it wasn't very fruitful. The settlement there had formed a cult who worshiped the woman it was named after, who they claimed was the queen of some place called Great Britain. France could only raise a brow at this, they were surely crazy. Charlotte was the warrior queen of Gailing who led her armies to ultimately conquer all 15 of the Barbaros Islands, as well as the most ruthless dictator the archipelago had ever seen. The cultists had failed to see reason though, and promptly chased the young woman from their walls.

Thinking back to that, it was probably a bad idea to lecture individuals who worship mass murderers. Never the less, The Cult of Charlotte was added to the map. It was good to find friendly places like Ash Town after such a bad experience, and it will be mentioned in the notes that they'd make good trading partners in the future. They had the most delightful rodent medley there, the mole rat was so juicy and tender…

Feeling her stomach growl, France stops, removing her backpack and rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a simple can. Resuming the forward march, she pops the top and brings the Pork n' Beans to her mouth, taking a swig every once in a while to satiate her needs. While it wasn't bad, the ancient foodstuffs could never compare to fresh eats, and it was a deep hope that there was a settlement nearby serving up a good Brahmin steak.

Hoping to spot some semblance of humanity, she takes a moment to survey the landscape. Wrecked buildings, scrap, what looks like a supermarket, and… was that a man? It was brief, but for a moment France could have sworn she saw a figure before it dived behind a pile of refuse. Maybe he knows the way to civilization? With no regard to safety, she starts stupidly waving her hands in the direction of the hidden figure, walking in his direction and shouting. "Hey there friend! You wouldn't happen to know how far off the next town is, would you?"

[Assistant]
From the East on highway 64 came Sophie Quilla to Memphis, though she had already departed the highway and made it onto the more conventional streets stitched amongs the buildings in the main city. Somerville wasn't too far as cities went, in a car it would be less than an hour away. However, on foot, Sophie had spent the entire day before trekking under the hot sun, from dusk to dawn, walking down nearly 50 miles of road. Only the threat of raiders and other thieves made the night a less desirable setting for the journey. Though she was still tired and sore from the previous day of walking, but her rations wouldn't last forever, and Sophie felt like she had a mission to complete. It was a bit chilly, which Sophie's safari explorer get-up wasn't the best suited for, but she hoped at least that she wouldn't seem too ridiculous.

The UAF soldiers that had interrupted her secluded existence mentioned their outpost in Memphis, and described a building reminding her of the Memphis Pyramid. Unfortunately she had never visited the building in person, having no need to visit a sporting goods center before the war. Neither from the highway nor right now could Sophie see the outpost on the horizon, and she didn't think she'd ever be able to recognize the building from afar. Considering that the city looked like it had taken a direct hit during the Great War, Sophie assumed that the glass pyramid had most likely been shattered or completely destroyed.

Now in the midst of a ruined city, Sophie had resorted to wandering blindly in search of human life that didn't shoot her on sight. After rounding a corner a few blocks away from a major intersection, out of the corner of her eye Sophie could see a person-shaped blot slumped up against the buildings. Sophie left her beat-up shopping cart full of old books in the middle of the street while she approached the person to get a closer look, without her glasses she couldn't tell much about them. "Pssst, hey there!" Sophie said, not too loudly, as she jogged up to the person, "Hey, do you know where-" Sophie clamped her hand over her mouth to hold in a scream as the body came into focus. It was just a corpse, burned to death with lasers. Sophie could distinguish the wounds from those caused by plasma. Still covering her own mouth, Sophie walked backwards slowly until she reached the cart, and then looked around frantically. As soon as she did so, she heard a voice shouting from down the street. A woman who had entered the area from another street.

"Hey there friend! You wouldn't happen to know how far off the next town is, would you?"

'You dope! Don't you know there's some kind of killer on the loose around here!?' Sophie thought. She decided she would have to watch this person from a safe distance. There was no way she could help this person if she drew out an attacker, but if that happened Sophie could at least see who was nearby.

The plan was to quickly run until she could get a good view of France, then hide in the closest building, and to do it all silently. Though she took the sidewalk rather than run through the middle of the street, Sophie's approach was anything but silent. Her heavy feet stomped loudly as she run, the shopping cart squeaked like mad, and just as soon as France became a visible though indistinguishable blob in her vision, Sophie dove through an already shattered bistro window with the cart, knocking it over and dumping out all the books on the floor. Then she poked her head out to see if any other blobs approached the one shouting and waving her arms about. Oblivious to her own lack of ability in stealth, Sophie readied her empty 9mm pistol in preparation.

[User]
Sarah gave out a quiet sigh of relief as she heard the stranger's footsteps continue on, having paused as she followed him. Her skills of stealth and small frame had allowed her to remain undetected in her stalking, behind the obliterated shell of an old pick-up. She had no ill-intent, merely tailing him in hopes that he would stumble upon some form of supplies he didn't need, or those which he'd discard in order to make room for new things. As he began his stride again, she rounded the vehicle's flatbed, crouched and silent Sarah moved from cover to cover behind the man and into the supermarket.

Hearing the sound of steel on brick as he began to scan the aisles one by one, Sarah decided it would be best to take cover in the first aisle he'd checked, and wait until he had left. Soon after he left the room however, the young woman could hear him begin to converse with what sounded like some form of Protectron, but different in some way that she couldn't quite place.

"Threat detected...terminating." She heard the robot's mechanical voice croak out, in a panic she lay her body completely flat on the ground - and if the bot's fire came her way she'd lay down as many shots as possible, then get the hell out of dodge. Though when the small burst of automatic fire sounded out throughout the building, the slushing of coagulated blood was the only noise that followed the gunshots, except the autonomous "Threat terminated."

She did her best to remain utterly silent, it seemed that the robot's targeting systems were malfunctioning and would likely fire upon anything that moved. Except the man, for whatever possible reason that was. Sarah needed to get out of there and she knew it. But there was one problem with that; he was now sat outside cleaning his weapon with the bot likely patrolling the area. She took this as an opportunity to flee, but was mortified as she turned and slipped on a pool of blood which she had somehow failed to notice. With a thunderous crash the few heavy items that remained upon the shelves came tumbling down to the floor.

"Fuck." She said aloud to herself, laying flat on her back. She gripped the handles of each of her pistols respectively, pulling them from their leather holsters and remaining locked in place, waiting for the man to come and investigate.

[Assistant]
With the sound of something heavy colliding with the floor, Raid-Bot instantly turned his attention (and his weapon of course) to the source of the noise. He put a bit more power into his motion sensors in order to find the new threat, only to find that nothing was moving.

"Potential threat detected. Captain Andrei, did you come alone?" Raid-bot asked instead of opening fire. It would have been easy to just shred everything in the general direction the noise had come from, but Raid-bot preferred to conserve some ammunition if possible. If possible, he would attempt to deal with this new threat without tearing through his ammo. A quick scan of the 'technician' that he had run over before was enough evidence that he could still do so capably.