[System]
Titles:
Kathryn is mostly known as Kat to people she gets to know. But for people she doesn't know, there are few titles she is okay with. Sir, trooper, Ma'am, or even just Kathryn.

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Kathryn stands at about five foot ten inches with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Her hair is cut extremely short as it is easier to move in combat with short hair and it is less likely to get grabbed like that. For the most part she wears her Medium armor that includes her chest place, her covered helmet, a light chainmail armor underneath, and metal arm and leg pads for additional protection.

When not wearing the armor she has a stronger then average build to herself and she stands tall with pride and like she is ready for battle at a moments notice. Anyone that pays attention can notice parts of her body have several scars. Some scars are from blades, some from operations, some from burns, and some are too hard to tell. Anyone that spends enough time with her will notice her left arm moves noticeably slower then her right arm, which is why she primarily uses it for defensive uses.

On her right arm the word "Traitor" is branded into her arm. The language is similar to common elvish.

Personality:
Kathryn puts on the appearance of being a complete loyal soldier to her cause, no fear, no emotions, and no remorse for anyone. She acts strict and determined whenever she is in public. Though when she is caught off guard or she is not in view of the public is it easy to tell she is a total softy. She enjoys other people being happy, she likes to relax, and she gets cheerful at what seems like every little things. She also tends to get very protective of things she thinks needs protection, and people that she believes are innocent and are close to her.

Weapons:
Kathryn being the trained warrior as she is, carries a small armory with her at any given time.

*A retractable mace that holds two forms, a compact meant for storage use, and a fully extended where is stands about three feet tall with the head being surrounded by rectangular extrusions to act as just more material to cause damage to the target

*A small shield that is a little bit less then two feet in diameter. The shield is also designed to be placed on one's back when not in use, and has a small sheath for a small blade.

*A Kukri that is a little over a foot long and fits inside the sheath of the shield.

*A cheap bow with identical cheap arrows for a possible ranged defensive.

*A small combat knife, designed to be stored away with ease and able to be thrown by someone who is well trained.

Skills/Magic:
*Kathryn is a skilled fighter, being trained most of her childhood to fight as a warrior there are few things she can't take on in direct combat. Those exceptions being ranged weapons with a piercing ability, explosions, magic, and anything that is simply too big to be effected by a mace getting thumped on it's head.

*Kathryn with out her armor and gear would be relatively fast and more then reasonably strong. Though since she doesn't take off her armor much she tends to be a lot slower then she actually is. Her gear also tends to hinder her agility in fighting, but she figures between her skill and her armor it is worth it.

*Kathryn despite not working well with magic, she has an ability to learn languages extremely fast. For example, if she were to listen to a couple people talking for a half hour or so she would be able to speak the basics of it. If she were to see writing of it she would be able to read and write it with in a couple hours, for more complicated languages she would need to spend more time hearing it then more simple ones or ones that are not similar to the ones she knows.

History:
Kathryn was raised in a a clan that focused on training the best soldiers it could. In doing so Kathryn was born and raised as one of the top students in her class. The clan itself was intended to just provide protection to communities in exchange for food, but in recent years the terms changed. When the front lines of the war were getting closer and closer to the area of influence for her clan, the leaders made a choice. They decided to pull every student who was close enough to have finished training and enlisted every student and soldier for a raid of the surrounding villages and towns to find food and supplies needed to become nomadic. Kathryn was one of those students.

When the orders were given there was a conflict of morals within the war clan. While most were fine with stocking up to find a better defensive position to fight at the cost of the surrounding communities, a portion did not agree and a large internal conflict erupted halting the raids long enough for the Dark Lord's armies to catch up to the towns. What forces remained of Kathryn's clan were too weak to fend off against the Dark Lord's forces. Soon anyone that was left scattered or joined ranks with the armies of Darkness with no other real options for survival left.

Kathryn fled after the conflicts ended and ran as deep into the free world as she could. As a young cadet she didn't have much going for her other then incomplete training and the few possessions she still have left to her name. She eventually got too tired and sick to keep moving, and found herself in a ditch dying. By morning the locals who found her had brought her in and nurtured her back to health. By the time she was back to full strength the army of Darkness had arrived, she along with the town's few defenders decided to hold them back while the town evacuated. Though successful this time she got stuck in an endless loop of fighting the dark armies, running as far as she could, getting sick, and being brought back to health. Or fighting more to survive.

Eventually she met up with a large group of refugees and started traveling with them. Assisting where she could, and rebuilding her strength so she could eventually face The Dark Lord's Armies with out having to run away. And to help turn the tide of the war. With her makeshift training and her experience in combat, she wonders the front lines causing damage where ever she can do it.

Other:
Kathryn has a fear of water, she can't swim well at all.

(If there is anything that needs to be fixed just let me know and I can get right on it! I also apologize for my grammar, it is really off tonight it seems?)

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Kathryn

Before getting into too many details with how to handle their situation Ysran mentioned being able to go into town. She liked that idea, and having possible connections would make things easier overall. "We should get going soon, that way we;ll have time to get back to camp before nightfall. I don't like the idea of being outside for that long. Especially when sight is an issue." She was a good fighter, but fighting blind was something that wasn't pleasant for anyone.

At some point during the conversation Caractacus came over to Kathryn to strike up a conversation. Calling her Miss Katheryn? "We can talk yeah, but please don't call em miss. Makes me sound like a maid or something. Or worse, a desk worker..." She followed the socially awkward man to a part of the camp that was more isolated area from the rest of the group. Something was odd. Though Caractacus seemed more nervous them usual. "What's going on? Is someone watching us? IS there a disturbance in your powers that we can't feel?" Kathryn didn't know a lot on magic. For the most part she was able to beat and talk her way out of all of her problems.

Then he started to explain the situation. He was talking about one of their party members coming back the night before covered in blood. Maybe fresh? This made Kathryn uneasy. Kathryn was having trouble placing a name. She had this issue a lot, mostly out of her own denial. "He doesn't seem like a traditional Hunter. Nor does he have any meat here in camp other then fish. That being said that is very odd. And to not say anything makes it worse." Caractacus soon started to apologize for the events that had happened the night before. Mentioning about the lake, and saying that it was still better to have friends and allies then not. "Look, we're good. You and I. Alright? Stuff happens." She looked over to the strange man again. "Now is definitely a good time to have allies. Maybe more then ever. So yes, I could use your help. We need to figure out what happened last night while we were dealing with the lake people and afterwards." She was now nervous again.

They had a more or less safe camp, but if a possible enemy knew where it was and how to find it then there would be problems. "We'll need to talk about this more. But not here. I am not sure who to trust yet. Right now I think you are the only one I can for now. Let's talk more once we get to town alright? That way we can get some space and decide who we can and can't trust with this information. I don't want to find out that everyone here works for the Darklord and get stabbed int he back." She would wait for his response before doing much else.

Before much else could be done, there was an explosion in the distance, a big one. She couldn't even imagine what it was that could have caused it. Part of her didn't want to know. Maybe it was something to do with the raiding party? Or maybe it had nothing to do with their conflict at all. Maybe it was an accident? She would wait for others to respond before making her own choice. She wasn't familiar with the area at all.

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Caractacus
Caractacus cocked his head, having missed talks of going to town while out looking for food. "We are going to town? Er, p-perhaps it's best if I stay behind then. I'm sure I wouldn't be welcome, aheh. Especially if I b-brought them." He looked to the pile of murlocs. "Though, if we're together, I suppose I wouldn't n-need them so much. As long as we're quick about it." He delivered the ultimatum as though he were trying to convince himself, and took a moment to think on his options.

Caractacus was shocked from his thoughts by the none too distant sound of artillery. He jumped, spinning to face the source. "Agatha's skull!" He had to get his servants now, whatever that cannon fire was, it meant conflict was far closer and likely on a far larger scale than he was expecting. Caractacus failed to give Kathryn a proper goodbye before breaking down the beach for the corpse pile. He had to work fast. Caractacus slid to a stop, tumbling to his knees to begin the ritual. A mass resurrection would take a lot of energy, but he had no time for the easy way. Switching between muttered swears and oaths, and harried prayers, Caractacus readied the bodies.

After a few minutes of struggle, the bodies were prepared, each one laid separate, with long cuts on their bodies. Caractacus stood, stumbling back into the position, ignoring the miasma of death, and the stench of murloc blood. With his staff planted in the usual position, he chanted as quickly as he could. He held his eyes closed tight, separating himself from the world as the spell took effect. A wave of fatigue washed over Caractacus, and the air around him seemed to darken as sepulchral energy flowed from the necromancer to the bodies. The dead murlocs started to jerk and shake, and one by one, their skeletons burst from the very flesh of the monsters, clambering and scratching out of the long cuts left in the bodies.

"To me...to me..." Caractacus ordered the skeletons while panting for breath. As stoic as any other undead, the skeletons complied without hesitation, surrounding the necromancer. Caractacus fell to a knee, catching his breath. He shook his head, and pulled himself up against one of his servants. "Th-there. I am ready."

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Elyria

Elyria saw the smoke and the visions of war. Kathryn had left camp and she was uncertain where everyone was going or when they would be back. Her heart racing she saw Caractacus run to prepare the dead and bring them to life. She had to admit bringing back the dead was creepy but she liked the man behind the army of the dead and she ran over to him as she looked at the battlefield in the distance.

"Caractacus? Where is everyone going and what do we do now?" She was only standing a foot or so from him and she jumped a little closer when the next blast exploded.

Elyria ran back to the camp and stood in the middle of it. Chanting loudly she cast a solid but clear dome around the camp in case there were artillery that were to make it's way over to the camp. Breathing hard as the noise got louder and seemingly closer she readministered the original protection spell.

"What else can I do to help?" She wondered out loud. She turned and saw the servants of Caractacus and wondered if there was a way to piggy back his magic and strengthen the army he had brought to life.

Walking to Caractacus she looked at his army, "I want to try a spell on your army. Is this okay with you? I want to try and strengthen them by giving them armor of sorts so they can handle more physical damage. Can I try it?" She took his hand in hers and waited for the answer.

[Assistant]
Explosions. And nearby, too. It sounded like artillery fire. But why out here? Was this Dark Lord out here? Ysran watched as Elyria cast another sort of protection spell, and as Caractacus fell flat on his ass. Ysran would have laughed, but now wasn't the time. "Well, the way I see it, we either wait this out, or investigate. Both really aren't good options. I could send Chuckles out to scout, but they might attack on sight."

He grabbed his equipment from beside the fire. His sword, crossbow and whatever was in his pack. He could always Commune, but that really didn't seem like a good idea at the time, and the Elders don't like having their time wasted. He then heard Elyria say something about some sort of armor spell. He could cast Fishscales on a few of the zombies, but then again, they were already covered in scaled, so it wouldn't have much effect. None of his other spells would really be of any use here. All that was left to do was wait. Or... "We could just run to the next town and try to avoid this all together, or for all we know, they're planning on attacking the city. That explosion might have landed there."


[System]
Age: Seventeen

Gender: Male

Race: Human

What Delta considers to be his primary weapon of choice, a logical decision made by an adolescent bred for marksmanship. Although the rifle has an official experimental name, for some reason beyond common knowledge,Forthright was haphazardly plastered onto its housing and stuck. Hailing from the technologically advanced kingdom, Atlas, it wouldn't take a genius to deduce that the weapon is of an equivalent prestige. With an overall length of fifty inches, the Forthright never fails to surprise people with its designation as an anti-material, considering its near-rifle size. The semi-automatic weapon is outfitted with a hydraulic piston to absorb recoil. Normally, one's shoulder would shatter from the kickback of more than a couple successive shots. But with this feature implemented, Delta can followup initial attacks. Sporting a high amount of stopping power, a rail for interchangeable optics, and an adaptive camouflage system, the Forthright is something Delta can heavily rely on. Its secondary mode isn't as glamorous as that of other weapons. The barrel merely collapses on itself, decreasing the length of the weapon to forty inches. This transition makes the rifle far more maneuverable in CQC, but taking the RPM into account, face to face brawls isn't something Delta seeks. As for melee combat... well, the stock is pretty sturdy. Delta prefers to utilize fire dust with Forthright.

Any sensible marksman knows that bearing a fallback weapon is an upstanding pretense, and by no means does Delta deviate from such an ethic. But to most, his choice of a secondary seems archaic in design and form. Yet as the policy deeply integrated in society goes; looks can be deceiving. The revolver ironically dubbed Peace by Delta when he actually felt like exercising a sense of humor is loaded with six rounds. The heavy hitting sidearm rises to the challenge when it shows off its flexibility with ammunition. What would usually entail a dual-mode system has been jampacked into one compact firing mechanism. Every cartridge is loaded with an individual projectile, surrounded by buckshot which fan out upon ejection for a wider area of effect. Even though Delta bears two of these revolvers, he only uses one at a time, since his physique doesn't meet the requirement to fire the sidearm without using both hands to manage the heavy recoil. Delta prefers to utilize ice dust, so he can temporarily freeze his adversaries and move into a more beneficial position.

"Sacrificing people to maintain peace seems unavoidable."

Specialty: Marksman - Delta is an adept warrior in the art of marksmanship. Although some merely write off the expertise as something as tactless as aiming at a target and pulling a trigger, the boy, and many others, would strongly disagree. It's a given that he excels in mid-to-long range combat, since his weapon can be applied as a sniper and a DMR, but he is capable of much more than just dropping an adversary from a distance. Due to his upbringing and redundant requirements of his combat role, he's effective when working in correlation with teammates. Providing overwatch or as a long arm of a group, Delta is as flexible as he is composed.

As the trend goes, a semblance is a reflection on an aspect of one's soul. Now Delta may not buy such a philosophical explanation, but he does agree that such abilities do correlate with their users. From past accounts, people used their semblances in an active manner, ensued at command. Unfortunately, this isn't the case for this individual. On the contrary, his is considered to be passive. Delta's semblance manifests into a physical entity, which is now considered a close companion he refers to as Eve. It's not an innovative abbreviation or something just as elaborate, the name is merely something he pulled off the top of his head. Eve operates as Delta's spotter, providing precise calculations and distance measurements, along with a slew of other applications. But when Eve and Delta are not leaning into a stock, the former takes on a more friendly and casual demeanor, and is undoubtedly the more social of the two.. As to why his semblance came into fruition in such a manner, it may be a reference to his natural cohesiveness with others, or a tongue and cheek pun to his antisocial personality.

Personality: To start off, the conclusion can already be made from his name that Delta's a soldier at heart. A militaristic and rather traditional upbringing has molded the spirit of what should have been a child with the entitled experience of youth into a more reticent, and considerably obedient soul. Raised in a household where he was taught to know the grooves of his weapon more than the palm of his own hand, the now seventeen year old doesn't have the priorities most people his age have. At a glance, Delta is an individual who keeps up a presentable stature. A blank expression and a reticent demeanor encompass the young marksman. If one was to briskly skim over his character, they wouldn't find much. It can be argued that Delta is almost charismatic, albeit he should be at the rear of any formation, people always end up converging behind that slim back of his. This may be because he always retains a calm manner, no matter how fubar a situation may seem.

On the other side of the coin, when it comes to social interactions, Delta is as fluent with his words as a boarbatusk is smart. Having been raised somewhat secluded from other children his age, he doesn't really know how to keep the embers of a conversation from going out. Eve usually does the talking for him, since it's a subconscious manifestation of his more talkative, which he is unable to evoke. Actually, whenever Delta isn't behind an optic, he can be quite an airhead. Almost ambivalent to what people would consider natural etiquette, it's as if he would be lost in a city without any form of escort. He may not be aware of it, but he is surprisingly conscious of others, and nonchalantly gives insight without a second thought.

Color: Ghost White

Sewn onto the left shoulder of his outfit. When people ask him why he chose such a design, the already formulated response is, "What goes around comes around."

Delta is somewhat average when it comes to height, keeping a composed figure standing at 5'9" that always seems to be at attention. When it comes to his taste in apparel, it's considered rather bland. He chooses to sport a grey shirt which only buttons at the navel, monotonous black jeans and combat boots, and whenever he is in a combat exercise, a slightly oversized hat with straps far exceeding his chin width. The only accessories he wears are goggles, gloves, and a small pouch for carrying Eve. Even though he bears a large rifle, his physique is considerably average, almost leaning towards the lanky side of the spectrum. His endurance makes up for the punch he lacks. After all, CQC isn't something he seeks. The tint of his hair complements his color scheme, a pigment only a tad lighter than grey. The only notable characteristic of his is the hue of his eyes, which are of an iconic slate.

Theme Song: FPS - Neru
Theme Song 2: Seasons Die One After Another - dj-Jo Remix
Theme Song 3: HOPE - Yuyoyuppe(Hanatan Cover)

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Jack Orpheus | Rooftops

"Haah? It was just some kid? Oh well...", was what he said, peeking out from the back and along some rooftops to get a first class viewing experience. It seems a few other students did too, Oswald he recognized as one of them, but he was careful to choose a position as to not be seen or noticed by them. Turned out to be a little strange this whole affair... Who was this kid even? Was that his semblance creating the noise? That's an awfully powerful semblance. In any case, Jack was quick to use this opportunity to skip class, and silently left the scene. The other students seemed to have this under control, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. What was that kid even doing there first of all. How did he even get there? Why did no one notice him until now if he was the source of all that noise? Lots of questions, but he knew they wouldn't be answered immediately.

He silently left the scene and disappeared until the next class would start.

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Cobalt Chideta

"I'm trying aren't I! I'm not exactly experienced in carrying dying people you know!" Cobalt indeed did try to straighten the boy out as much as he could but it wasn't doing much good. He felt hurt by this girl's insinuations but now was not the time for crying. Cobalt handed the kid back to Professor Fullbuster as gently as he could and rushed to the doors. He opened the next set of doors after Oswald and motioned for Sapphire and Professor Fullbuster to hurry. He was being quite rude right now, but that didn't matter. This guy could die any second as far as they knew so etiquette was not at the top of his priority list. He realized Oswald had defended him and smiled a little. Maybe this team could work out after all.


[System]
Species: Human
Unit: Alliance Intelligence attaché to the 6th Special Personal Security Detail
Location: [•]
Synopsis of Role: Intelligence, Counterintelligence, and Countersurveillance officer with years of experience with local planetary government intelligence agencies.

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"After performing our due diligence," Etain Leto, counterespionage specialist and the 6th Detail's lead intelligence officer, chimed in, "we've learned that the Rokarokatusawa serves a drink called the Rancor Shot, which may have enough alcohol in it to actually cause brain damage. We'd suggest a round of those after the meeting, not during." A few laughs went around the conference.

"In all seriousness," he said after a moment, "we've vetted both the contact and the meeting point. Ryella, if you could?"

At the sound of her name, the blue-skinned Twi'lek woman to Leto's left placed a holoprojector on the table. A nondescript human face flickered into blue existence. "Thank you. This is our contact. He's an officer with the Parcossis Valley Militia. They're disorganized, but they have a lot of blasters which makes this a good connection. He's got a good amount of influence among the PVM leadership, so this should be a productive conversation."

"Beyond that, the location itself is also good," Leto opined, tapping the holoprojector. The image switched over to a projection of a building, the bar. "Low profile bar, not too high end, not too low end, low traffic most times of day. Whatever the time of the meet, we can have a team on the ground three hours in advance to take care of our security protocols. All in all, this should be a milk run."

His presentation done, he tapped the holoprojector off and slid it back toward the Twi'lek. "Thank you, gentlemen," he said.

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"I'm not completely unfamiliar with similar militia groups. The first operation that I ever conducted dealt with the pacification of a local cell of Separatist sympathizers, and that was shortly before the start of the Clone Wars."

Senator Dona Ordo had listened in relative silence for the entirety of the presentation that had been given by his subordinates. He was dressed rather casually for the meeting, but that was purely by choice. After nearly half his life wearing uniforms, he was more than eager to have some level of control over what he could wear. Besides, he had every intention to immediately change into his Senate formalwear following the conclusion of the meeting. As for the rest of his outward appearance, his prematurely graying dark brown hair was well coiffed, framing a cleanly shaven handsome face. This was only obfuscated by a discoloration of his skin that went from his right cheek and travelled the length of the right side of his body. This had been the result of third-degree burns caused by an injury gained during the Clone Wars, and the discoloration was all that remained after spending a lengthy period of time in a bacta tank near the conclusion of the war.

"In my experience, these insurgents are far too skittish in the presence of the Empire, even if it's only a former Imperial officer that they have to contend with. My past isn't exactly a secret throughout most of the Outer Rim."

Once Dona had recovered from his wounds at the end of the Clone Wars, he had been placed in command of an Imperial strikeforce that was tasked with uprooting Separatist insurgent groups throughout the Outer Rim. Many labeled him as ruthless based on his draconian methods that were used to eradicate these terrorists, but he simply considered himself and his men to be efficient. Even to this day, there was nothing he would apologize for. A devastating galactic war had just taken place, and Dona had lost more friends than he would ever care to count. So, he was quite adamant to pacify the Outer Rim and help bring true peace to the galaxy. Of course, his current position within an organization that was fighting to undo that peace… well, that was an irony that wasn't lost upon him.

"I'll allow Leto to lead this entire operation as it concerns making contact with this… Harlush. I'd prefer to have a line in with the leadership of this militia sooner rather than later. At the same time, don't allow my desire of expediency to be a blank check. The ISB can outperform us in terms of blackmail and coercion nine times out of ten. I'm already highly skeptical about this contact and his militia as it is."

"I will be preoccupied with my official capacities as a senator for the most part. Keep me abreast of any significant developments by passing along any relevant information to Issmic and he'll notify me of anything that I need to know." With that, he motioned to his personal assistant who wasn't standing all that far away from him. He was also looking close to pulling him out of the meeting and placing him back on his senatorial schedule.

"I do want some skin in this game," Dona concluded, with half a smile.

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Remi Vando had been in some shitty situations in his life and this wasn't one of them. He admired Senator Ordo and felt honored to be on his PSD. He would do whatever it took to protect the man's life including diving on a thermal detonator if needed. I would give my life for him, was his personal Creed while serving as a Personal Security Officer. He honestly hoped it would never come to that, but was mentally prepared in the event it should come down to it. He spent five years with the Rebel Pathfinders and saw this opportunity as an avenue for self-improvement. He had no desire to serve in government, but sought to improve his skills where it came to providing security and building his body to be a better soldier.

He was not completely interested in the contents of the meeting, but felt it necessary to hear what was going on or more specifically, where the Senator was heading. He could then research their destination as well as the route they were taking to determine what threats might possibly be along their path.

Remi kept his HL-27 blaster hidden under his coat. The weapon was small and easy to conceal. It had been a gift from Senator Ordo when he came to this detachment two years ago. A small vibro-blade was strapped to his back under his jacket as a back up, just in case he needed it. Other weapons were kept in other locations, to be used when needed. For now, he did not require an arsenal, keep it simple for close in security.

Remi spoke quietly to Garith Calman so as not to disturb the meeting. "I need to go use the 'fresher. I'll do a perimeter sweep while I am gone." He left the room and headed to the Refresher in order to relieve his bladder and then walked around the outside of the briefing room. He checked the corridor outside the room and then the doors leading inside. There were people walking about, as though they belong. He did not see anything out of the ordinary and returned to the meeting room.

[Assistant]
Issmic Bene stood behind the Senator, carefully taking notes and eyeing the ticking time, as the gathered conspirators plotted their next move. The only part that really perked his ears up was the Rancor Shot, which he made a mental note to sample before they left his wretched planet. His mind, instead of being here in the meeting room, was dwelling elsewhere. Issmic had to think hours, if not days, ahead of the schedule and, while he was certainly glad that the retired Rear Admiral was concerned and invested so deeply in the Rebel cause, he still had official business to attend to. If the Imperial Security Bureau figured out his true motives for going to this backwater world, then they would all be shot for treason.

Treason! To think that Chief Bene, the hero of Targis IV, could be considered a traitor was enough to make him laugh. He had given his youth, his happiness, his marriage, his entire life to the cause of the Galaxy. He had gone into battle against dozens of species in countless star systems to ensure that the Galaxy remained stable, so that the Peace of the Empire could be extended to every star that glimmered in the Heavens. The thanks he got? A medical discharge for a shattered leg (which, although reconstructed by droids, never quite felt the same again), no pension, and no working opportunities. He thanked Lady Luck every day that Senator Ordo, no greater friend and no worse foe, took pity upon his old adjutant and made him his Chief of Staff.

At the time, he wondered why he had been graced by his brother born from combat, but the reality soon dawned on him. The Senator needed to surround himself with people he could trust, and Issmic had proved it time and time again in those campaigns against the Seps. And he would continue to prove it, in his own way and in the capacity that he served, by making sure the Senator did not forget his obligations.

"If I may interject," The Personal Assistant, feeling all together ignored by the affairs of the Rebels, finally spoke up, "Senator, I must remind you that the meeting at the Rothanan Fleet Yards is time critical. We cannot afford to miss this obligation, and therefore I insist with much haste that we get onto it."

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"They've got some blasters, but what's available on the black market here isn't what they would need to do more than hunt and peck occasionally," Clang was a flyboy, but he was also an ex-ganger and knew his way through the seamy underbelly of these places in a way that allowed him to feel situations out carefully. It was hard to say why, but Shan seemed to have a good instinct for sifting through the chaff to get at a decent seeming lead, "But what they really need is computing and communications equipment and the expertise to use them." Rothana was what amounted to a surveillance state, and the surveillance was sophisticated. It was a tall order, but the planet also was a high value target to compromise in such a fashion.

"Quid pro quo; we get them set up, they are able to reciprocate. That is the deal they want to hammer out." Rothana's air defenses were formidable to the point of making regular use of aerial combat vehicles or starfighters on a regular basis a good idea -- eventually, they'd pile on the resources and shoot everything out of the sky. These guys needed the technical assistance to become more sophisticated, to expand their capability to slice and spoof and allow movement. It might involve more than that, but that wasn't Shan's problem. His problem was this unit's mission of engaging in diplomacy of a decidedly dangerous sort.

He shrugged as the Senator's aide made it clear that the Senator himself should avoid the meeting; it made sense. The senator was watched. His staff were not as watched, and Rothana's surveillance systems were so large that there were, inevitably, gaps that they took advantage of. Sending the Senator to meet with others made sense. It would also mean that Clang was driving the Senator, and wouldn't be meeting these folks again.

"I'll transfer the contact info over to Leto and let him work it out; contact was made through underworld types. One other thing; the locals think that the local fixer might sell us out, if they think there is some profit in it. This broker in the initial contact, Dras Don, does not know on whose behalf I am working, but might have some inkling of what is afoot here." That was said with a shrug, "Still, they might try to fork us over to the local counterintelligence authorities. We let slip to Dras Don that the meet was going to be at the Rusty Rudder, another fine establishment. They're going to put locals on the surveillance to see if some bounty hunters working on contract for the ISB show up. If so, they want Dras Don taken out from our side, while they put out the word that spice dealers were getting very impatient about a short count. We would need to create the impression of a flurry of borrowing activity to support that. We've been very careful to control what he knows and who is exposed, but he's a loose end."

That, of course, was the dirty end of the business.

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"I'll have my team move on that information as soon as we have it in hand," Leto said.

That was his role. Building connections, communicating, gathering intelligence, providing operational security. The security team, in the casually understood sense, meant men with blasters that protected the Senator when things went wrong. It was by Leto's efforts, though, that they were largely superfluous. The best way to keep someone from getting killed is by avoiding situations that get people killed.

"Does your team need our support on this matter with Dras Don? We have people to spare."


[System]
Monster Type: Skeleton
Gender: "PAPYRUS."
Occupation: "FORMER SENTRY OF SNOWDIN…BESTFRIEND AND BEST BROTHER!"
Weapon?: "MY SPECIAL ATTACK IS STILL MISSING!"
Armor?: "NYEH HEH HEH! SO YOU'VE NOTICED MY BATTLE BODY, HAVE YOU?"
Magic (up to three): "BONE ATTACKS, AND MY FABLED BLUE ATTACK!" As well, Papyrus seems to have the greatest pull out game/control in regards to his attack power, being able to leave Frisk at 1HP.
Personality: Papyrus is a kind and naive skeleton. Unlike his brother Sans, Papyrus works hard and is determined to always reach his goals (Which will never happen because he has no luck). When it comes to fighting, Papyrus is enthusiastic to show just how well lessons from Undyne are paying off, though he prefers to dazzle the humans with his crafty and well-built puzzles. Papyrus is always giving his all at being a good friend, and always takes his job seriously.
Bio: Before the first Frisk incident, Papyrus lived with his brother Sans in the town of Snowdin, where the two worked as a sentries for the area. After the first Frisk incident, Papyrus became Frisk's absolute number one best friend, helping him with his journey and with making new friends. In fact, without Papyrus, Frisk never would have been able to beat Asriel...mostly because he tricked Undyne into becoming Frisk's friend, but that's all in the past! After the barrier Papyrus was given the task of guarding his friend Flowey's flower pot prison, a great honor bestowed upon him.
Appearance:

"I AM SO GREAT IN THIS PICTURE."

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"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD SMOOCH A GHOST!
...THOUGH, NEITHER GHOST NOR SKELETONS SUCH AS I HAVE LIPS, SO..."

[User]
"NGAHHH!" Undyne's yell was quite loud, almost unfitting for her slim and lithe body. Her rage could almost burn a hole through someone if she stared just long enough. "WHERE ARE THEY?"

it had been days since Frisk was missing, and she had not stopped looking for even the smallest moment. She had looked all over the human world for the ambassador, and NOT ONCE had she though about returning to the hellhole she called home.

Yes, she did like the underground, but it was either freezing, literally on fire, or soaking wet. Her now burned down home was there, down int he underground, and she was actually curious as to if it had stopped burning yet or now.

Undyne stomped about, suplexing boulders left and right until she reached her destination. She had not expected others to be there, but they were nonetheless welcome to assist her in her search.

[Assistant] As it turned out, Mettaton was capable of flight, and, as a robot, he was probably much stronger than I was, so he'd probably be able to lift anyone else down, however, I almost felt like a few of them should stay here, even with this. "So, uh, I guess that means anyone who wants to stay down here can, and anyone who wants to go up can do so, as well," after I said that, I just realized that I switched a few words around and it probably sounded extremely stupid. My first speaking line... and I FLUBBED THE HECK OUT OF IT... well, I always said I wasn't cut out for television, that my camera-shyness would come to bite me in the tail at some point, and it did. I tried to make it look like I didn't say anything stupid, but the feeling that I messed up was just too overwhelming. I then heard someone approach, and a skinny, yet somehow strong fish lady appeared out of almost nowhere. How do I know she's strong? Well... she suplexed a few boulders on the way here. "Uh... hi? We...we're looking for Frisk... um, want to help?" I looked back and noticed that I was right at the edge of the hole, so, I decided not to back away from the fish lady with the menacing smile, and instead, whispered to Asgore. "Hey... do you know her? Sh...she looks like someone who you might have recruited to fight humans," I was still somewhat scared that she'd literally throw me out of her way, and just jump down there on her own despite the risks. Something told me that she could, too, and that she HAS thrown someone, or something weighing as much as, or even more than I do in the past... then again, she suplexed boulders, so... it wasn't that big of a guess, to be honest.

[User]
Skylar looked to Erion and she held back a chuckle at the notion that he should've turned down Mettaton's volume. After he told the group that he would stay on the surface, she nodded and answered "Alright,". Now that she thought about it, he had that look of recognition, just as Sans seemed to have, right after she saved that Temmie. Maybe he would be able to tell her if she needed to LOAD if anything happened on the surface. Before she could say anything about that, Celes stated that she would come along as well. Skylar nodded to Celes and answered "Thank you," She appreciated that the stranger wanted to help find Frisk. Her healing abilities would definitely help.

She looked to Papyrus and Sans as Papyrus spoke and she couldn't help but smile at his response to Sans' joke. She listened to his response to Sans's attempt to get him to stay on the surface (yes, she knew what he was up to. ...Yes, she was guilty of trying to use the same tactic on Frisk years ago). Skylar had to say, it was one of the most spectacular backfires and most heartwarming responses she had seen and heard! Her eyes teared up a bit, and she wiped the tears away and she couldn't help but let out a happy "Awww!" She couldn't help but think as to how lucky Frisk was to have Papyrus as a friend. In a way, hearing that filled her with determination.
Sans sighed silently and discreetly so Papyrus wouldn't be able to tell. So his attempt didn't work...Well, he couldn't think of another way to deter him. So he simply answered lazily "OK,".

Though, speaking of Undyne, she suddenly appeared out of the forest. Sans answered David when he asked (both him and Skylar ignored the fact that David misspoke, so they wouldn't embarrass the poor guy), "Oh, That's just Undyne. Captain of the Royal Guard. Before we were freed, she was supposed to capture humans..."
Skylar greeted Undyne "Oh! Hey Undyne. Alphys must've called you too, huh? We were just about to head to the Underground..." Skylar didn't comment on the fact that there was no need for Undyne to suplex boulders.

[Assistant]
Mettaton continued holding his arms out, completely still, not moving any body parts at all. "ARE WE GOING DARLINGS?" He said, frustrated.

Asgore stood alone, leaning against his trident. He was deep in thought, the humans needed someone to defend them if a bad monster attacked them, otherwise they stood no chance, which meant it was his job to do. Asgore grinded his teeth, he wanted to find Frisk, he wanted to help them, but... Immediately he was interrupted by Papyrus, not seeing Sans' warning glance, he responded to his over-enthusiastic skeleton bluntly but kindly

"Oh, Papyrus, I don't really need a new captain, I still have Undy-" Immediately he was interrupted by a loud yell to his right. Asgore leapt into the air, only to see who it was. "Her."

[User]
Chen looked in the mirror and sighed. He threw on his jacket and pulled his bandanna from his neck to his mouth in a attempt to hide his identity. It was time. After a quick check of his backpack, he headed out of his home towards Mt. Ebott to find FRISK. That infernal little brat had destroyed his plans, but now they were the key to them. Oh how he loathed that little thing. 'That doesn't matter now though. Now I need to find him.' As he walked through the woods to Mt. Ebott he contemplated how he was going to find Frisk. The underground is a pretty big place after all. It was when he stepped out of the forest that he saw them. A large group of monsters, one of them being A BOSS MONSTER. Chen's eyes widened. That was his goal. Right there, a few yards away, and he couldn't do a thing about it. However, it would appear as if they were heading underground. This was his chance. 'Let's put on a good show.' He pulled down his bandanna and put on a friendly smile and a casual walk.

"Yo! Are you guys heading out to the underground too?" Chen called out as he came out of hiding and walked towards them. "I was just heading in to document interesting things for an school assignment and I realized that I might get lost without some monsters to guide me. Luckily for me, I just found you guys! Ain't it crazy how life is sometimes?" Chen had a wide smile on his face and he rubbed the back of his head.

[Assistant]
Undyne was quick to cool herself upon sight of her king. The boulder in her hands was quickly set down before the inevitability of it breaking within her grasp happened. Though she never said it to anyone, even Alphys, Undyne saw Asgore like a father figure. Since she was a monster kid, she had been trained by Asgore to become stronger and better. Most of her time was spent training, even back then, and when she finally knocked him to the ground, it didn't feel as good as she thought it would. The rush of victory wasn't there, only the knowledge that she had just hit King Asgore, a giant, fuzzy pushover. That made her feel guilty, somehow. Of course, she felt glad that she could beat him, but the reality of actually beating him did not settle well with her. Even after that, as she got stronger, her mind always wandered back to the same, horrible thought.

'I could kill Asgore if need be.'

She wouldn't ever do it, though. She was physically incapable of doing so. There was no way on the entirety of the earth that she'd do something like that.

"Hey... King Asgore!" She had to pause and stop herself before the word even escaped her mouth. She wouldn't have so many people, especially her friends, hear that word coming out of her mouth and directed at Asgore. "So I'm not the only one going back to look for Frisk, that's good. I CAN'T JUST LEAVE MY BEST BUD AND BOSS TO BE CAPTURED OR HURT BY WHOEVER FUHUHU!" She laughed haughtily before launching one of her spears at the ground. "LET'S GO AND GET FRISK!"


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names.

Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless.

On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill.

At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy.

Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness.

Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious.
Weapons: Brass knuckles
Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way...

Magical Girl Appearance:

Wish: It's not known to the public.
Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction.
Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.

[User]
An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed.

"I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say.

With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more.

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Algorithm

The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord.

The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more.

Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder.

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book of bad juju

As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived.

The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.

[Assistant]
Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now.

She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words:

"I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do."

She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.

[User] Eponine was sorely disappointed that the collapsing ice did not hit Byrea head on; still, a hit was a hit. Again, she had to dodge the witch's ice attacks, activating her shield every time she knew she would not be able to dodge an icicle. Eponine noticed her soul gem getting awfully dark, so at this point she had to make a gambit: keep fighting at this pace, risking the witch outlasting her and becoming a witch herself, or use the last of her magic save a tiny fraction in a powerful burst with the hope of ending this fight once and for all? As Byrea began collapsing the ice in an effort to crush Eponine as Eponine had tried to do to the witch, Eponine decided upon the latter. Summoning eight hammers, she placed them, head on the ground with the shaft pointing up, in an octagonal circle around herself, activating her hemispherical area force field. She looked up and activated 'reject' so that every object that touched the field would be sent flying away in the opposite direction and at the same speed that it impacted, which would make the inside of the ice sphere something like a cross between a grenade and a pinball machine. The world above her became a white and blue cacophony of clashing ice shards, bouncing pillars and bridges pulverizing into snow. Eponine's breathing became labored and a sickening sensation crawled through her, which she assumed was magical in nature as she normally couldn't feel such discomfort, or perhaps it was just that painful that she could actually feel it this time. She held out for as long as she could while the violent crashing continued but started to die down as the larger chunks had mostly broken into smaller pieces. When just a sliver of her magic remained, when just a tiny part of her soul gem remained unblemished, Eponine deactivated her shield and, in fact, left her magical girl form completely, returning to the clothes she was wearing before she set out on this mission and quickly crouched down and covered her head with her hands, getting into a duck-and-cover position in preparation for what remained of the ice to come crashing down on her, resigned to let whatever would happen happen, hoping beyond hope that the witch had died.

[Assistant]
"I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do."

The text came at a convenient time, while Chloe was busy shoving food into her face at a local diner. Her hunger satisfied and her grief levels managed, she'd be fully charged for what was coming. Without a word to anybody, she silently left the building without paying for her meal. The complaints of her waitress came too late and too quietly, for she had already cranked her headphones and clambered to the roof of the diner. The rooftops here were easy to traverse, and nobody would be following her or looking for her here...

The business sector was hectic. All of the hustle and bustle of fevered workers and beurocrats milling around made sure there was noise to be heard, even through her 'phones. Lots of people around meant that this could get messy, but that was no concern of Chloe's. Even if Maria herself was caught in the destruction, it didn't matter, because she was fulfilling the terms of their agreement. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that this administrative building had to go. Building demolition was, of course, a specialty of Chloe's, as well as a favourite hobby. It was just so flashy and satisfying.

"Now... time to start."

To begin, Chloe had strolled around to the back of the building where there were no people. Any guards would have been posted at the front doors, of course. But the power box was back here. It was dangerous to touch so much electricity with her hands, so she chose this moment to transform, using her new strength to rip a large wooden post out of the ground nearby to use as a makeshift club. First she grabbed both sides of the large metal box, warping the frame and loosening it from the bolts holding it together. Once she was satisfied that it was loose enough, Chloe took up her giant club, taking a mighty swing at the bos. With a direct hit, she smashed the metal frame apart, severing connections and shorting circuits that would lead to the entire building, sending sparks everywhere. Circuits were incredibly sensitive by nature, and a disruption like this would throw the whole building into darkness and chaos, at least, where it wasn't lit by an emergency generator. Pesky things.

The front of the building would still be too dangerous, so she went through the back, tearing through bricks and drywall with a mighty swing of her gauntlets and stepping through the small hole she had created into the darkness and noise inside. Nobody was around her current position, which was good. It meant that she could begin her work without interruption. With no proper idea of where she was, she figured all girders and pillars were created equal. Buildings with good construction were surprisingly resilient, but they couldn't hold themselves up with just bricks alone, and architects trying to keep costs low meant that they wouldn't have that many more supports than were absolutely necessary in the event of a quake or something similar. Once you started ripping support beams, everything became much more spotty. And for Chloe's particular method of combat, thick steel girders might as well have been solid wooden branches. Strong, but they'd come apart when enough force is applied. For Chloe, this meant repeated strikes. Three solid punches warped the beam to a weakened state, five would break it entirely. For her first few, she broke them entirely. Structurally, this corner of the building was now completely useless.

There were armed guards waiting for her as she worked her way through the remainder of the ground floor, but they were scattered, and poorly organized. One or two men or women with guns were little threat - they could keep coming all day, but unless they grouped up, it was no use. One by one she carved a path of destruction around the building, dancing a rodeo of destruction and raining bloody knuckles on all the steel and stone she could find, an incessant clanging noise echoing through the swiftly emptying halls around her. Those who fought her, she destroyed. Those who ran she left alone. It was important to pick your battles.

After a short time, it was close to over. She walked casually back to the original hole through which she had entered, knocking out a few final beams from the outside, after which the building gave a mighty groan. With a crash, she heard the upper floors crash inward from lack of support in the middle of the structure, and the rest of the building would follow soon after. She didn't need to stick around to know that, so it was time to disappear to the harbor. Stealth was somewhat pointless now, so she took the quickest way there, the main roads. Whether or not somebody saw her was irrelevant now. If they were going to send resistance, they would know where she was. Her first job had been a stress-free success. Who knows what awaited her at the harbor?


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Loyal(ish), Funny, Team player, Adaptable, and Has-a-self-code.

Powers/skills: Ed has nothing special about him... Well except that he's...
A crack shot with almost any gun you put in his hands. Meaning he is an all around marksman and plans to hit his shot if the conditions are ideal of course. Knows the basics of most common and uncommon fighting styles ranging from the simple stuff kids ask their parents to sign them up for to the almost dead style of Okichitaw. Plus he can make explosives which may or may not self destruct within a couple seconds of completion.

Equipment: He carries a handgun, a magnum revolver, three grenades, spare ammo, and sometimes a combat knife.

Short Bio: Ed grew up in good old Detroit where crime was just always across the street, at the stop sign, or even right behind you. His family wasn't in the best of position as for money so that didn't help his situation nor did it affect him much. He knew his family was poor for a reason and his father made him know almost every second of his life that the reason his family was poor was because of him. It also really didn't strike Ed that much his mother died what was he suppose to do somehow get half a fortune to afford fancy medicine no that would just be unreal. His father from that point on basically had this idea that he would rob this transit from the bank and frame his son. Months of planning and preparing were put in motion, and by the end Ed had a basic knowledge of how to point a gun, shoot, and make something go boom. When time came and a huge money deposit was coming in for Detroit to try and get out of dept the two jumped into action. Everything went off without a hitch but when it was time for the frame game Ed had a counter plan to this and left his father to take the downfall.

With so much money in his pocket Ed traveled learning new ways to improve his ways. Ed would always take what he learned and apply it to what he knew best... Stealing, killing, robbing, and just all things regular villains would do. Ed actually got caught when in France trying to rob a museum and sell some art to other countries. On his escort to a highly secured prison Ed took over the armored van he was in and drove off course into a a river. From France he a took a plane back to America deciding to stay off radar for a while, but while he was trying to... Well it was just too much fun to do what he usually does.

Other:While Ed can is loyal his Self-Code makes him mostly look after himself mostly. Hence the (ish) after loyal.

[User]
'I advice that, as long as The Presence has not told us whatever his plan might be, we might be jeopardizing it by moving out too early.' Metallia commented, having stood by the side for quite a while without necessarily making any sign that she heard anything around her until now. 'I also advice that the larger our body-count, the larger the collective force of heroes focused on ensuring our demise will be. Serial killers are more important to neutralize than bank robbers, after all. Do as you wish with this knowledge.' She added, given the most recent discussion. Though, that conclusion had already been reached.

If those first words was meant to reach all devices, then those words would be reaching all devices.

Metallia became aware of herself being called personally by her own device, and her hand reached into her jeans-jacket's pocket to press the button to answer.

'I am receiving your words properly.' There was a tiny bit of underlying annoyance. Of course she was receiving the words properly. It was HER technology after all. Did she expect Metallia's device to fail? Preposterous. … But she did understand the need to test technology not your own. She was mildly aware of how many tests she might have run herself if someone else thrust a similar device of their own making into her hand...

…

'... "Robo Princess"...?' She commented in a questioning voice. It sounded... odd. As far as Metallia knew, she was not of royal descent. She assumed the first word was derived from her use of technological constructs. The latter, she had to assume, came from her overall appearance rather than actual heritage. It was... … … oddly flattering, to be compared to such individuals.

'... Your nickname for me has been accepted. You may continue using it.' Metallia made a satisfied remark before ending her transmission.

[Assistant]
Each of the team members had a special communicator given to them by The Presence, which the entity would give them instructions and follow their movements. After about an hour of walking, the team reached the outskirts of Frankfurt and upon entering the city, the team noticed people dressed in costumes based off of fantasy and sci-fi fiction genre.

"As you can see team, today is the city's annual Comic-Con and it will be going on all weekend. You need not worry much about how conspicuaous you are as long as you don't recklessly show off your abilities. Now once you all reach the Central Bank, I will give you your instructions and guide you step by step on this heist. All of you will be stealing a total of 3 billion dollars from this bank" the entity spoke.

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Andrew gave an impressed whistle at the number of dough that they were trying to make off with from Europe's bank. He had never seen such money is his life and his mind was already alight with what he could do with such wealth.

"It looks like it's payday today" he said with a greedy grin.

[User]
"I have a hard time believing we're going to get one cent of the money we're trying to steal." Maverick said to Blood Fang's greedy sounding comment. The Presence had everything on Maverick, she imagined it had something on everything else too. They weren't contractors, they were puppets. Blackmailed. That being said, maybe Blood Fang is actually being paid for this. What if she's the only one being black mailed?

What if?
What if nothing. It didn't really matter. She was just here to do a job and go home.

She was glad that she blended in a lot better than these people. Someone wearing a hoodie was a lot less conspicuous then most of these jokers.

...

It was also a blessing that LL managed to put on some pants.

[Assistant]
She was happy she hadn't needed to ditch the group. Well, that wasn't exactly true but she was at least happy she hadn't needed to brave the Frankfurt phone lines just so she wouldn't stand out. It was in situations like this that basing your look on an internationally famous musical duo had its advantages. One of the few conceivable situations, certainly, but after this week any lucky break at all was a godsend.

"We were promised riches." Phone Freak said, but there wasn't much confidence behind it. "I'm more surprised that all we're after is money. I mean, this person seems to have enough. After the occult symbols I was expecting something much more ominous. No you can not get a picture!" She said for the third time that hour to some eager, camera toting dork. She hadn't even let him ask the question that time, just seen the camera in his hands and the look on his face. He trotted off dejectedly. The last thing she needed was to be pasted up in somebodies Comic-Con album on Imgur.

[User]
Mako nodded in agreement, "Yes she appears to have fled..." His face returned completely to normal as he finished putting himself back in line, his teeth being hidden behind his lips again, "Must have scared her." He smirked again giving LL a quick look that said "I'll deal with you later." Before turning away.

Mako then took the girls arm almost without question, "You speak like the people of my home." His eyes betrayed nothing to what he was feeling, they were simply cold and dark as they usually were, "And here I thought all humans were apes with no culture." The boy started walking forward without waiting for anyone else from the group, "Nothing against you personally but most humans I have met are pond scum...there are a few of your kind I enjoy...but not many." He placed the little waterproof com in his ear while the walked but didn't bother testing it.

As they arrived in the city Mako took one look at everyone in their costumes and burst out laughing, his laugh was dark and cold as if he was a great white shark, these humans looked hilarious. "Dear Neptune my sides!" Quickly composing himself with a breath he straightened up, and cleared his throat, "So all we must do is steal money from one of the human strongholds...sounds challenging but fruitful."

[Assistant]
… So The Presence was not actually going to give them their instructions until they were actually on-site. What a perfect set-up for messing things up for all of them. Metallia frowned, walking along with the rest intentionally hiding her eyes a bit under her cap. This did not feel comfortable in the slightest, as Metallia liked having her plans outlined in meticulous detail and to be as prepared as possible beforehand. If she actually knew what she would be doing, she could have constructed items beforehand which would enable her to complete her assigned tasks more effectively. This… was annoying her. As it was, The Presence could just ditch them all at any time, and they'd have no chance…

'…' Still. Money was never Metallia's goal, but she had to admit that having that much money would smooth out the process of obtaining the resources she needed to complete more important objectives. It wasn't an unappealing prospect, so to say.

… He tells them not to show off their abilities… but as it is, Metallia cannot do anything anyways. Walking there, she was just an ordinary girl.

'… Without my constructions, I am without means to accomplish my goals.' Metallia mentioned to the others. 'So if conflict breaks out close to me before I am given the go to summon them, I may be in need of physical protection. I will obviously avoid such an occurrence if possible, but I say this to spread awareness of my situation.' Her constructions were in a garage near the bank which she had claimed, in addition to her chair. She could summon her chair on its own to make herself capable, too, and due to its flight that would take only a couple of seconds.

… If her robots were ever to be called out of the garage, any semblance of stealth would be gone. Unless, of course, they were used as a distraction, since Metallia could control them unnoticeably from a distance. That was a possibility, she assumed. … Shrug. She started focusing more on just getting through the crowd of costumed people.

'… Tsk. ' She made an annoyed sound. If she had known there was a festival, then she could have reconstructed her chair to resemble some fictional character's legs or seat and seem reasonably inconspicuous. … Nothing she could do about that, now. She kept walking, hands in her jacket-pockets, one hand grasping her head-piece which could be used to summon her devices…

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Maverick couldn't help but be amused when Phone Freak was yet again harassed by another patron of comic-con. She was right, the group was technically promised riches. Still, a pinky promise wasn't nearly enough for Maverick to even begin willfully complying with the Presence, let alone trusting it.

"You should get people to dress up as you." She had a mental image of a Super punching someone in a paper mache Phone Freak costume. That'd be a sight to see.

Metallia said something about the possibility of needing "physical protection". Certainly was a clinical way of putting it. Still, if they were going to be on a team, she might as well assure her that Maverick wouldn't be eager to abandon her. She turned to look back at Metallia.

"No problem, Metallia. I can get your back, if the All-Mighty Presence's plan allows it,"  She said, as an aside.

[Assistant]
Of Night

"I was raised right, you could say. Thank you for the compliment." Dianna said, fighting back the blush in her cheeks. She was raised by the Wise One, and was otherwise solitary. It gave her an old soul, but she could tell it came in handy with Mako. If she stayed on his soft side, the team business would be much more bearable.

Dianna's eyes scanned the crowd of humans. She looked down at her feet, where Ms. Muffins II was trying miserably to keep up with them. Dianna swept down, picking up the kitten and setting her in the pocket of her blazer. There, she pointed at Ms. Muffins II, muttering in Latin. The cat became a simple golden ring that was quickly slid onto Dianna's finger. She would be a bit stiff when she left the form, but otherwise unharmed.

Dianna looked around, the men and women in costume either didn't see, or paid no mind to her act of magic. She watched Mako as he flailed about, before straightening like nothing had happened. It left a lopsided smile on her face, that she couldn't force down. "This, Mako, is a small part of our human culture." She whispered, gesturing at the place. "Strange isn't it? If you looked well enough, I bet you could find someone here dressed as you." She added with a chuckle.

"The tech lovers have it easy in this situation. If they're well versed, they could probably hack into the bank. We'll have to get a bit..creative." Her eyes gleamed with something downright malicious. "It shouldn't be too much of a problem, really. Three billion a piece, you have to wonder what the Presence wants with it all."


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

X-Men Code Name: Cosmos

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Physical Description:
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 81 lbs
Skin: Medium-fair
Eyes: Black (Green pre-mutation)
Hair: Dark brown
Distinctive Markings: Freckles, a mole above her mouth
Mutations: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back for the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person's projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back. When on the astral plane she can also enter the mind of an unconscious person if she touches their form.

When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it. She still knows very little about her powers -- she doesn't know how long she can keep it up for yet, or how far away she can travel from her body. Her current record is 3 days and about 15 miles, at great physical cost. She also seems to have some level of control over the astral plane; Aya can sense otherworldly entities in it and has demonstrated the ability to push other beings out of th astral plane, though she doesn't yet know how she did it or how to replicate it.

Aya is still uncomfortable with the fact that she's a mutant and so tends to not use her powers, though with Professor Everose's guidance she's steadily learning how to control them better. She can now activate her powers on command, though it's not always perfect, and she only very rarely uses her powers on accident. She can now also maintain a sense of awareness over her body if she deliberately uses her powers -- she can hear sounds and feel whatever her body goes through physically to a certain degree.
Personality: Aya is quiet and reserved, equal parts mature and insecure. Her introverted nature makes it hard to connect to the people around her, but when she does open up, she reveals a sensitive heart, a sharp mind, and a sardonic sense of humor.

Background: Originally from the island of Oahu, Aya is the only child of an American father and Japanese mother. Her childhood was fairly normal. She played piano, danced hula, went to Japanese school after her normal school day finished... then her father was diagnosed with lung cancer when she was 11, and life got a bit harder. Her mother, unable to deal with the emotional hardship, simply up and left one day. She tried to take Aya with her, but the little girl screamed and cried, refusing to go back to Japan and abandon her father. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, to say the least. Her dad finally succumbed to his cancer when Aya was 17, just two weeks before she graduated high school. She doesn't like to talk about him.

After graduating she decided to come to Ashford. While she's highly intelligent, her grades had suffered during her last few years of high school due to Aya devoting all her free time to working and caring for her dad, and so her college prospects were abysmal. Ashford was her best option for escaping the island she'd spent her entire life on, and she hopes the school will give her enough control over her powers so she never uses them again.

Recap of your mutations awakening: Aya was 16 years old and at the only high school party she'd ever attended. When the night finished she and her classmate, Kainoa Young, were found unconscious on the bed in his room, Kainoa on top of her. At first everyone just laughed, assuming they were about to get it on when they'd passed out from drunkenness. But then no one could wake them up.

Eventually Aya and Kainoa were placed in a hospital as doctors struggled to figure out why the two teens were in comas -- they were healthy, young, and while they'd been drinking at the party there were no signs of alcohol poisoning. Three days passed.

Then Aya finally woke up. Her eyes, which were once a rich green color, were now black as coal. She seemed shaken and disoriented. She claimed not to remember anything from the party, or why they'd both passed out.

Kainoa never woke up. The longer he slept, the weaker and weaker his body became. Kainoa deteriorated until he needed to be hooked up to a machine to even breathe. Then finally, after months of being on life support, his body simply shut down.

When the school held a ceremony after his death, Aya was the only student absent.

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ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ "ʀᴏɴɴɪᴇ" ᴍᴀʟᴄᴏʟᴍ

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9 am | Danger Room

Ronnie's peripheral vision caught movement.

Her attention tracked it as she turned her head to the source. She spotted 'Tazer-girl' displaying her phone to another student, the brown-haired troublemaker. Ronnie found that odd, but she only made a note of it. The girl must've had an issue hearing or a mental condition. Thankfully, at least one student had the ability to relay information. Else it would've slowed them down much more than Ronnie liked. It took the teacher long enough to realize the issue as subtitles then appeared in thin air.

She found herself more unnerved by each new rule of reality the room broke. It was like they were in a cheap netflix movie with lame subtitles. Fiction only belonged in the imagination, not in the real world. Her fingers tightened about the spiral edge of her notebook. It rested against her hips as she debated on if she should ask more questions or let the matter rest. Upon the teacher's bubbly voice, she held her tongue. She doubted she would get useful information.

When Ronnie watched the others converse, pain stabbed into her heart. It just reminded her of what she missed. Her allies, routine, and normalcy to the point her whole future was planned out. It all cracked when her mutant ability happened. She couldn't salvage anything from her old life.

It is my fault for being a mutant.

Ronnie caught the run down of what Heidi gave, but didn't take the lead. She found it suspicious how Heidi knew everyone's ability when she just arrived a few days ago and never demonstrated it. For now, she just pushed past the discomfort. She didn't know enough about everyone to trust them. Trust given freely just lead to disappointment. It meant she had to take things into her own hands. It was hard to wait around and do nothing when their issue stood before them.

[Assistant]
Mathew Frakes

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Location:Danger Room

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Interactions & Mentions:@Silver Carrot,@Fallenreaper, @Chev,@ViolentViolet,@webboysurf

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Taking off one glove, Matt moved toward the door, where the padlock hung. Reaching out his hand he stopped; thinking of what Heidi had said. Looking back at the group.

"I can show you the combination. This can go one of two ways. Either, the chain is electrified or it is not. Whichever, the case if... Heidi is it?" He asked quizzically before moveing on. "If she is right, then any of you with combative abilities should ready yourselves. I am not much of a fighter myself but once you pick a target keep your eyes one it and I may be able to provide a disttaction for you."

Matt thought about his discusion with Professor Finn. The Professor had asked if if he had to "rewind" and seemed to think he should be able to go directly to a desired moment. He had no idea of how to do that but drawing off every book he ever read and a couple Sciencw Fiction TV shows he figured it had something to do with concentration. He pictured the lock open in his head and focused on that image as he grabbed it with his ungloved hand, making sure the others could see the lock as well.

A wave of dizziness hit Matt and he had a sudden sensation of falling. He gripped tighter. Soon the images jumped out sharp and crisp. Matt felt like he was going to vomit and swallowed hard to stave it off. Professor Tabitha North stood in front of him clicking the lock shut. Matt realised she had just tested the lock and quickly rewound the memory. Images blurred again but only for a second. Then he let the memomry play out. Not only was she working the lock but saying the combination aloud. Matt hoped that was enough as he let go of the padlock the room returning to normal. His projected image gone.

"Tell me someone got that. I really don't wanna do that again for a bit."

He still felt dizzy but the sensation was fading fast.

Matt clumsily put his glove back on then; without realising what he was doing, perfectly copied what Professor North had just done unlocking the chain. His head lurched from the vertigo. He grabbed forward with both hands one grabbing the center chain the other the handle of the door. The room spun and he lost his balance pulling as he stumbled back, both removing the chain and opening the door.


[System]
Species: Ssi-ruu

Gender: Female

Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)

Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)

Height: 2.15 meters

Skills/Abilities:
* Close to medium range combat specialist
* Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
* Thick, blaster resistant hide
* Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
* Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
* Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size

Weaknesses:
* Long-range combat
* Eyesight poorer than that of a human
* Very limited non-combat skills
* Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
* Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
* Little to no stealth capabilities

Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.

Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.

In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.

It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.

Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else.

[User]
"Leave?" The Twi'lek male said with a scoff, glancing around to his friends with a smug expression. "He wants us to leave. Now, that doesn't seem very nice." He gave an exaggerated laugh for a few moments, then suddenly slammed his hands down onto the table. "Now, what makes you think I'm gonna let you go that easily?"

Sirka'ith showed signs of anger and annoyance, but one emotion she did not show was fear. The group had her outnumbered, which was probably why they felt they could take on someone who was obviously physically superior to all of them. Considering that they were all only lightly armed, it was an idea that almost made her laugh. It was rare for someone to even know what a Ssi-ruu was, so they were likely unaware of what she was capable of. Regardless, she maintained a threatening demeanor as she stared the Twi'lek down. "I don't know who you think you are, but I can tell you have no idea who I am. I'll say it again, leave. If you think I can't handle a few two-bit thugs like yourselves, then you're dead wrong. Doesn't matter how many of you there are. Also, I'm a woman, idiot."

"Hmph, as ugly as you are, I bet you have to clarify that all the time." He responded, producing a few chuckles from his entourage. "Well, I don't care how big or tough you think you are, 'cause it doesn't matter. I'm the fastest shot in the sector; I'd burn a hole through your head before you could lay a finger on me. Now I'll say it again, buy me a drink." The Twi'lek demanded. He definitely seemed to believe his own threats, as he had an obnoxiously strong air of confidence about him. He glanced to the woman in his group with a smug grin as he waited to see if Sirka would give in to his demands.

Sirka took in the man's scent once again, giving her a good sense of his mood, which gave her a good idea of what this was all about. Adrenaline was pumping through him; he was anxious for something, and had heightened confidence and libido. Sirka had the feeling this was all just to put on a show and make him seem tough, likely to impress the Twi'lek woman he kept glancing at. If he would have tossed a few credits Sirka's way, she might have even helped him out, but now, she was going to make him regret it.

After letting out another, heavy sigh, Sirka slowly stood to her feet, causing a few of them to take a step back. She towered over all of them, but the Twi'lek seemed undeterred, though with his hand now hovering over his hip.

"Enough of this. I gave you a chance to back off, and you schuttas know as well as I this isn't about drinks. What you looking to show how tough you are? Pick a fight with the biggest person in the room to show off and impress this girl?" She began, shifting her glare to the Twi'lek woman for a moment. "Don't know why you'd even go through all the effort. From the looks of her, it seems like you pulled her straight out of a brothel…"

Sirka's efforts to rile up her aggressor were successful, as he suddenly shouted out in anger. "That's it!" He screamed. To his credit, he was actually reasonably fast on the draw, and while his shot did not hit her head like he bragged, it did hit her straight in the chest. Normally, that was enough to essentially fry any unarmored foe, but much to the Twi'lek's horror, the same was not so for Sirka. There was a burn on her chest, but it had obviously not penetrated her thick, blaster-resistant scales. Any pain it might have caused, she was not showing in the slightest. There were a few, brief moments where the cantina was dead silent and the Twi'lek stood speechless, unable to bring himself to do anything but stand in fear. Eventually, he released his grip on his blaster pistol and let it drop to the ground, but Sirka was not letting him surrender so easily.

Before the Twi'lek could flee, Sirka snatched him up by the neck and lifted him up off the ground with one hand. She pulled his face close, almost to the point of touching her muzzle, and spoke in a low, growling voice. The others, despite being armed themselves seemed to offer no help to their "friend."

"You know those stories about wookies pulling the arms off of stormtroopers? Let's just say I can do that too. And you know what? You're really making me want to give a demonstration." By this point, pretty much everyone in the cantina had their attention on the scene unfolding before them, including the barkeeper whom Sirka locked eyes with for a moment. Like most other barkeepers, he obviously wanted to avoid killings in his cantina, and if Sirka still wanted to order drinks after this, she would need to oblige that preference. Focusing back on the Twi'lek in her grasp, she decided to leave him with one final warning. "You're going to go give the barkeep a tip for the trouble you've caused him, then you're going to get out of here before I crush your skull and turn your head-tails into soup." She threatened before throwing him straight onto his back on the ground. "Now, move."

As Sirka sat back down at her table and the Twi'lek started to skulk away, she flicked out her scent tongues once more, allowing herself to take in that sweet, sweet smell of shame from the thoroughly embarrassed thug.

[Assistant]
Tony would have shrugged, if he wasn't surrounded by so many wires. Most of the upgrades he had done to the Nightfury over the years had been for speed, one of the largest smuggler vessels did have to be fast after all. As a side effect most of the corridors lay barely accessible due to wiring and various other parts most of them not factory issue some of them weren't even being used anymore but were kept around "Just encase". Meaning that Tony couldn't be bothered to clear them out, the same way he couldn't be bothered to tidy up the extensive wiring that lay around most of the corridors. Luckily due to the fact that the Nightfury was a heavily retrofit Consular Class Cruiser he still had more than enough space for cargo, even with Tors little pet project sitting in one of the bays. He clipped two wires together wincing slightly as they shocked him, he heard a tweedle from his astromech.

"Shutup Bleep. Do you wanna swap? I didn't think so." He tapped his ear piece. "You know, that pretty much sums up all your previous employers." He put his hand out as Bleep gave him another wire. "Besides, you should have thanked him for getting rid of some competition for you. You should be less picky about your clients. At the end of the day credits are credits and they buy you new toys." There was a ding that rung throughout the ship, carefully he pulled himself out among the wires. "Either you were attempting at cooking again and I really karking hope you weren't or we're at Pundit station. I'll catch you on the bridge." Picking up his trenchcoat and donning it he ran up to the bridge, his trusty little yellow and black astromech trundling along behind him.

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"Tis true clients are clients, and money is money, and alive people become dead people! The cycle of life." Tor said as he finished welding the part he was working on and put his tools away. He grabbed his helmet and placed it on its holder on his lower back and headed for the repulsor lift. It took only a few minutes to make his way to the bridge through all of Tony's wires and circuits that were strewn about everywhere. The doors opened and he headed for his usual seat and propped his feet up on the dash and picked up his datapad and scanned over the news and possible new bounties in the area. Never hurt to make a little side money on the way to making a lot of money.

"Hey don't me making fun of my cooking, I make a mean Gundark Rangoon. I guess though you aren't accustomed to the hardcoreness of Mando'a culinary savoryness." Tor joked as he scanned Imperial channels for any news that might be relevant to the duo.

[Assistant]
Step one, give the problem makers a chance to stop being stupid. Check. Step two, upon their failing to get the message, adopt full intimidating posture. Check. Step three, if they still persist... Dazan's think of the groups actions was interrupted when the one Twi'lek fired his blast at the Ssi-ruu's chest, unsurprisingly ineffective. Everything was quiet in the cantina for what seemed like awhile, then the aggressor dropped his weapon in a to avoid punishment, shock and fear still plain on his face, in his posture, and on his... pants. Just as he turned to flee, the Ssi-ruu caught him by his neck and lifted him up to her face, the others showing no intention to try to help. Pitiful and pathetic group of thugs they were, how they were still alive, he had no clue.

Then the Ssi-ruu made a story about doing the same as wookies did, and he didn't doubt she could. Final step, give the aggressors something to think about, make them apologize to someone they bothered, and send them on their way. She did the added bonus of throwing him onto the floor. As they made their way out, he noticed the other three keeping their distance, likely due to the dark spots on his pants. The toothy half-smile Dazan had as he watched the event unfold were adding to by a chuckle that slowly turned into laughter that caused a few to give him looks, and a few others to join in when they realized why. After ending his laughter with a pleased sigh, he grabbed his glass and got up, making his way up to the main bar to sit next to the Ssi-ruu. "Tender, two drinks, one of whatever she's having and the other what I got here." As the bar tender got the drinks he looked to the Ssi-ruu, "It has been a long time since I seen someone produce such fear in an idiot that they, well... made a mess of themselves."