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Posting just to reserve the concept and give people an idea of what I am going for. Right now I am thinking a female, always smiling and positive, basically your good natured counterpart to the other two. Also focuses on high speed attacks. Like a barrage of punches or a bunch of energy attacks fired off machine gun style as opposed to the more conventional slow charge and fire like what Goku does.

Will edit the details in in a moment.

Also I just realized I posted this in the wrong subsection. Should have been in OOC. Sorry. New to this forum. How do I delete/move it?

Ok, here goes nothing.
Species: Oni
A humanoid species known primarily for their oddly colored hair and horns which give them a demonic appearance. In terms of power they are a somewhat generic species aside from the fact that for those trained to fight and sense the fighting power of others the horn will act as an amplifier tingling and even glowing in the case of an extremely powerful presence.

On their homeworld, the Oni were a peaceful but armed warrior culture preferring to practice armed neutrality (like Switzerland) and stay out of galactic affairs while keeping a core of strong fighters to protect them self from outside threats. At the heart of this was a series of martial arts tournaments culminating with the Great World Tournament held every 10 years. The winners of this tournament earned great honor and the right to join the elite protectors of their planet. A force that was, at least theoretically meant to protect their world from any would be destroyers.

Unfortunately it was during the finals of the last tournament that their world was mysteriously destroyed somewhat definitively proving their approach wrong.Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:Young, reasonably good looking and with soft smooth skin and eyes ever so slightly larger than is comfortable for human observation she represents a well groomed female specimen of her species. A bar that, to be fair, given her current status as its only living representative isn't something she needs to try much to clear. Still, she does her best to keep her silky pink hair in order and polish her two short and mildly curved horns pointing upward to match her smile.

In terms of clothing she dresses simply, preferring full length pants and short slaves for their practicality in a fight and for the same reason cutting her hair just above her shoulders. Although she absolutely refuses to tie it.Personality:She has always been the sort to smile, be cheerful and not take life too seriously. The destruction of her home and everything she knew and cared for seems not to have changed this. Although the astute might tell that these days at times the smile is only skin deep. One thing that definitively did change is that her already strong sense of justice has developed into a mean streak meaning that she is completely willing and arguably eager to kill without hesitation anyone she considers to be a "bad guy". A be it that she will do so cheerfully.Bio:Mia grew up as a normal kid with a normal, loving family. She awoke early on to her love of fighting, her earliest memories being of her self as a small child wrestling other children to the ground with the intent of subduing them. By the time her friends were in high school she was spending every free moment of her time training with her great uncle, a renowned martial arts master known widely as the Hedgehog Hermit. His techniques focusing not on strength but speed meshed well with her natural abilities she quickly mastered his mantra of striking before her foe could react and being where his strikes would not be.

By her late teens she was already participating in tournaments working her way up toward the big prize and her all time dream a place in the Great World Tournament, a process that would last her over a decade. Sadly her moment of triumph would also be that of her greatest tragedy. For it was during the finals of this tournament that everything was destroyed.

What happened on that day is a haze. She fought in the tournament and lost. But that was to be expected of a new contender. Just being in the event was a great honor. Beyond that however she remembers little. Unusually for the contest, she recalls, an alien fighter was participating. This was not unheard of or forbidden but it was very rare. The alien, whom she remembers poorly managed to fight his way to the final round and earn the right to face last years champion. Everything after that is a blur. Unsurprisingly perhaps for it is at some point after or maybe during that fight that the world ended.

Just what happened or for that matter why and how she survived is a mystery for she has no recollection of the events. The memories lost or perhaps repressed by her own mind. But she does remember some things vividly. Images, sounds, the ground disappearing before her eyes. Just the sort of fun thing that make little girls wake up at night screaming and clawing at their eyes. Not that she does mind you, but that's a testament to her strength more than anything. Beyond those however there is nothing. Nothing but the cold, unrelenting certainty of her loneliness and a strong if undefined feeling that the mysterious stranger had something to do with the destruction of her world and her survival, both, leaving her somewhat unsure if she should feel infatuated or vengeful.Techniques:Pulse bomb: She strikes the air with an open hand punch to fire off a fist sized ki projectile. Although not as powerful as some ki attacks (example Kamehameha) it requires no charging time or preparation and can be delivered safely at any range, even in a melee.

Pulse barrage: Same as above only delivered at a very high rate of speed through rapid relentless punching with the intent of drowning an enemy in a machinegun like barrage of projectiles. This is her primary high power destruction attack.

Ki-Speed: She is train to funnel her ki into moving and fighting faster than mere physical ability would allow. She can deliver strikes really fast or fire off a barrage of punches that puts other fighters to shame. She can also run fast enough to walk on water should the need arise.

Mirror attack:
Using the full power of her ki speed she moves so quickly as to appear to be at multiple places at once. This technique is typically used in the form of surrounding an enemy by illusory duplicates (by running around in a circle) and attacking from a seemingly random direction or all at once with only one being real. But other uses exist as well.

Flight: She can fly using ki. Although I imagine this might be a default thing for us.

Super:
Kaio-ken: This technique is the last and most powerful one she learned from her master who told her about it being something past down from master to student for many generations ever since their ancestor one of the original planetary defenders, traveled to an unknown world to train with an alien master. He also told her not to use it unless her life was on the line.Transformations:Her species has at least two known and possibly more levels of transformation. However she is yet to achieve any of them. And she really does not know the details, aside from the fact they have something to do with their horns, as these are closely guarded secrets of martial arts masters just above her pay grade. And asking them is going to be a problem seeing as they are all dead.

But they are a possibility for a dramatic level up at some point should the plot demand it.Other Info:

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Although it didn't show on the outside Mia was feeling pretty useless at this point. She didn't like feeling useless. She wasn't used to feeling useless. And yet here she was. The whole thing would have been aggravating if it hadn't been so funny.

Seriously, just a short while ago she was awake, hyped and feeling pretty good about her self. And now the blue guy was here with enough supplies for an army and pinkie literally rebuilt the entire city while they were asleep. Again... she rebuilt the city. Compared to those two all Mia had to bring to the table was tetanus.

A short muffled giggle left her mouth at the thought. Seriously, now all it took was for someone to show up with a barbecue and a keg and the day would be complete.

And thus her smile was genuine.

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@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @Double @NacNak @King Kindred

Yaksha's first night in the Time nest... had been bittersweet. Sleeping in a ruining place was quite a challenge on his own, but nothing he could not fix by focusing a little and setting up a tent worth of a Prince with what was left of his magical power. Confident it was snug and and warm enough, he set out to find supplies. He pondered...

What kind of supply would be needed the most considering half of the team was battle freaks? Healing items. The supreme Kai, Chronoa, had set quite a lot of stores, but something among them caught his attention.

"No way, they could grow this many Senzu Beans?" He said, as he weighed the storage dispositive. A capsule. From Capsule Corp. He recognized the craft. Probably Dr Briefs and Bulma of many timelines had made a killing with these kinds of devices, being exclusive sellers to the Time Patrol? Yes, that was the name of Chronoa's taskforce, according to Supreme Kai Shin. He scratched his head. He was not going to look a gifted horse in the mouth, and they would provide a good backup should they run out of magical healing.

So he set to hoard all of these seeds he could find. He was thankful none of the invaders ever realized the importance of these seeds, or else his fights would have dragged a lot longer.

Now, if someone could fix the cackling pink maniac remodelling the city rubble in modern art, he could sleep at peace. He resigned himself to the evident. This was such a makeshift team, as he entered the tent. They would need to do some team bonding, perhaps even before they set out from the first mission. The Supreme Kai had warned him about the volatileness and liability of Saiyans, and something needed to be done.

Yaksha smiled. He was sure he knew one major weakness a lot of these fighters had, and stood all night meditating to gather energy and concocting his plan.

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The wafting smell of coffee, freshly brewed invaded his nostrils as he set towards the place they were gathering, and eyed those gathered. "Hm. Freeza-kin, you really do outdo yourself. These will be handy on the future. Also good job, Majin... I guess" he said, taking one set of capsules for himself. "I also stocked up on Senzu beans. If you haven't heard of them, it's an Earth speciality and one of the best healing items of the universe." He added, producing a small hoard of these capsules. "It will be a boon."

He then grinned, unleashing the plan. He had woken up earlier for this. "By the way, I am going to get some breakfast, if you do not mind." He said, while pointing at the buffet that had appeared not further away from their position. Saiyans could be easily tamed with enough food. And none of these species seemed namekians, who thrived on water.

It would also prevent accidental poisoning from the Supreme of Kai's Universe destroying cooking. He had heard that much.

"I made a buffet. We should fast, for we are undertaking missions of great importance." The earthling said, as he gazed upon his handiwork of magic, gathering materials and ingredients, and cooking. There were all sorts of breakfast foods in there, but Yaksha was partial to fresh pancakes.

It reminded him of his princely meals, once upon a time.


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Rank: Swords of Sanghelios Commando

Species: Sangheili

Appearance:
Tar (right) practices CQC tactics with an energy lance

Skills:
Experience of piloting Banshees (Type-27 & Type-54) and Type-57 Phantoms
Covert infiltration
Sabotage
Close quarters combat
Military administration & combat training
Application of non-standard weaponry

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Type-1 Energy Sword for hand to hand combat
Type-52 Mauler for closing with targets
Type-57 Carbine for medium/long range engagements
Commando Harness (halopedia.org/Commando_harness) with propulsion unit
Type-2 Spike Grenades and Type-3 Firebombs, if available

Background:
Tar 'Mdalak was born on Brissekh, a pristine frontier world, in the 2520s. Her father was Tarkr 'Mdalakai, old swordsman and kaidon of the planet's largest settlement.

Her homeworld was heavily tapped by the Covenant for fighters, with nearly all Tar's numerous siblings conscripted into the military.

Tar was desperate to earn glory along with her brothers, but the Sangheili ranks wouldn't have her. The place of females was to guard their home keep, and a lot of the Covenant traditionalists preferred it that way. So instead she served as the captain of the guard for her father's keep.

Frustrated with the relatively small scope of her responsibilities, Tar put all her effort into modernising her troops. She expanded their training far beyond basic guard duties, incorporating asymmetric warfare tactics and mechanised detachments.

She also supplemented the traditional energy lances favoured by traditional guard units with the latest Covenant weaponry, like Carbines and Beam Rifles.

There were lots of opponents to her reformist vision, especially seeing as she was a female wielding significant influence over the old kaidon. This often resulted in skirmishes between would-be dissidents and Tar's well equipped militia. It was in danger of boiling over into all out civil war until the Brutes attacked.

The Sangheili-Jiralhanae war hit Brissekh completely by surprise. None of the Keeps received warning of the raid until Brute RCS class cruiser was in low orbit. Before any of the Keeps could react, they'd destroyed the space port and bastion compounds before deploying two companies of heavy infantry to kill as many citizens as they could find.

With the distress signal sent, Tar deployed her troops to the large city outside the Keep. With everyone behind the fortifications, maybe they could hold out until friendly ships arrived.

However, her father wasn't content to cower behind walls while Sangheili across Brissekh were slaughtered. Despite Tar's protest, he struck out for the landing zone with his retinue, seeking a duel with the War Chieftain. They found each other, but survivors say Tarkr 'Mdalakai was separated from his bodyguards during the fight and captured by the enemy.

When Tar found out her father had been imprisoned, a much worse fate than death for Sangheili, she went mad with rage. Abandoning her position near the gates of the Keep, she plowed into the marauding Brute hordes. Her vigorous training and agility let her use the Brute numbers against them, with the weight of bodies allowing her to get in close and butcher them.

When her Energy Sword expired from overuse, she took Maulers and Spike Grenades from eviscerated Brutes and pushed forward. Whipped into a frenzy by their commander's raw fury, her troops set upon the Brutes with a cruel precision. The narrow streets of Brissekh's main city ran with Jiralhanae blood.

Such was the ferocity of the Sangheili counter attack that the landing party never even reached the gates. And when a nearby Swords of Sanghelios battle cruiser arrived to help, the Brutes fled the system, taking Kaidon 'Mdalakai with them.

Upon meeting the rescue ship's commanders, Tar immediately invoked the right of release, an intention to rescue her father from a shameful life of capture. In the spirit of Thel 'Vadam's liberalisation of the Swords military, the cruiser's captain granted her passage and enlistment aboard.

The cruiser gave chase to the Brute ship, but it got away. They searched for the aggressors, but the trail went cold. Tar vowed never to give up, but accepted that she needed to contribute.

She quickly fell in with a squad of Brute hunters that were formerly part of the Silent Shadow division of Covenant crack troops. They were operating from the battle cruiser and had learned of Tar's plight. When they realised her ability in combat, they offered her a place on missions slaughtering any Jiralhanae they could find. Tar gained a reputation for exceptional cruelty when it came to Brutes, often appearing to exact personal revenge on each combatant.

It took three long years of searching before Tar got a solid lead. Some of the Brutes they'd interrogated had heard a rumor Sangheili kaidons were being held on Brute ships near a Forerunner construct known as Sarcophagus. Her squad tried to convince her the intel was shaky at best, but Tar didn't care.

She parted ways with Silent Shadow and set out on her own. Finding passage aboard a military vessel, she gained access to the Sangheili-Human facilities on Sarcophagus by joining the colony's defensive contingent.

However, despite searching for months, Tar could find no trace of the Brute cruiser. To make matters worse, she couldn't stray far from her unit for fear of being tried as a deserter. Many of the assignments on Sarcophagus were for life, but Tar certainly wasn't planning on staying that long if she could help it.

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Yalu 'Suumko

Yalu's actions right out of the drop ship was a tacit blend with the ONI human operatives suppressing the emerging enemy. "We're flanked!" He announced by habit, not that anyone failed to realise the situation. Chaos ensued with explosions, gunfire and plasma bolts. The phantom was hit overhead. He was a second away from believing themselves overwhelmed before the infiltrators and Grikgar's improvised explosive gave half a second of respite.

They needed to relocate. Yalu sent a few rounds into the brutes tangled up with Lucas, took a few hits to the shield from the gauntleted humans to the other side, and then he knew he needed to punch a hole for the team.

"I'll have them scattered!" He said, taking out the bulky concussion rifle from his back. "Those pilots can be recovered!"

Green bolts of plasma jolted out and blasted the base of the humans' shield gauntlets with superheated explosions while Yalu advanced on them, step by step. He had to rout them before the crash site was cleared out.

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Spartan Lucas Ryker

Lucas dances back again as the Jiralhanae takes a swing at him, barely avoiding a blow that would have sent the SPARTAN IV careening off of the rendezvous point and sailing to the ground. That was close. Gotta get this one down faster. The two monkey-men had recovered quickly enough from getting bowled over, though his positioning with the second of the two to get knocked over had allowed him to ram an energy dagger into his throat and jugular vein and he had been loosing blood quickly, though that had ceased to matter when carbine rounds impacted his back and down him. The first one...well, he was angry and swinging like a wildman who's only volition was to kill the enemy in front of him, which was the over all goal for the team right now, so fair was fair.

However, as he dodges another heavy uppercut from the Brute, he realizes the crashing sound he'd heard was not from the Banshees shooting down another Brute phantom, but from the one the rest of the team had arrived on crashing. Hearing the major call out that the pilots could be recovered from the crash, there was no hesitation from Ryker. Avoiding another attack and letting his shields absorb a small burst of assault rifle fire from a rebel before another member of the team gunned them down, one of his SMG's came free of its holster and he opened fire on the Brute in front of him. The large alien didn't expect the hail of bullets, but due to their caliber, it still took most of the clip to down it. Moving and reloading at the same time, Lucas opens the channel to the Major again.

"I'm heading down to retrieve our pilot friends, keep my covered when possible but focus on helping the rest of the team." Taking advantage of the opening provided by the Major's concussion rifle, he sprinted down the ramp towards the wreckage, the SPARTAN IV peppers an approaching group of six rebels with fire from his dual SMGs, downing three and wounding one while forcing the other three into cover a nearby the door way. Holstering one SMG, he expertly pulled a frag grenade free of his belt, the pin falling to the ground as his thumb pulled it free, counted to two and then tossed it, the explosive going off midair just inside the doorway and killing the other three. Reaching the wreckage relatively unharmed, though his shield was dangerously close to breaking, he began trying to pry open the troop bay door. "Anyone alive in there?! If you are, you need to help me get this open! Rebel forces will eventually get here if you don't hurry! Hello?!" The din of the battle around him hopefully helped hide his voice, but all the same, he needed the pilots, if they were alive, to hear him and hurry.

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While the firefight edged on the two continued to fight viciously as ex-marines do, lot of shooting lots of death the bad part was there was no fucking cover. Quickly, the elite team seemed to dispatch useless URF thugs and the Spartans - well they did their song and dance with the brutes. Though the battle was waning and bullets were not so friendly, shields were almost at the point of popping at this rate. Roy grabbed one of the gauntlets that had rolled her way, he turned it on making a small shield for the two. Roy kneeled in front of Elna as she shot over him, Roy shooting back with his M7 simply in hand as they dealt with the onslaught of enemies. What a fucked up plan.

Yael started to run away, probably in the direction of the bird that went down citing "We can save them!" Though it appeared most of the group went for that kind of heroics at Lucas started bounding towards the bird corpsing everyone and everything in his sight at that moment. "Pull back with the splitjaw." Roy ordered Elna as they began to inch back towards Yael though not abandoning the fight entirely as they continued to put down firepower as the elites and Spartans did their rescue mission. Besides none wanted to get yelled at again by Spartan Mom Aviza, Elna ejected a BR mag dropping it hastily as it bounced off Roy's helmet with a satisfying clink.

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Tar woke suddenly to the sound of rending metal. At first she didn't recognise where she was. The carefully ordered interfaces of the Phantom's control dashboard were gone, replaced by a twisted forest of metal shards, jutting out as if trying to touch her. Blue energy sparked between the shards, feeding fires in all corners of the nose cone. "Vol!" Tar choked as acrid smoke wafted into her face. "Vol!" Carefully negotiating a long spike pressed against her exposed neck, she turned to look at her co-pilot.

Even through the smoke, Tar could see Vol had been impaled through the abdomen by another metal blade. His upper body was slumped over it, arms pointing to the floor. Tar let out an anguished roar and quickly slid out of her seat toward him. Her right arm caught on something jagged, but the sharp stab of pain barely registered. Tar carefully hoisted Vol's body into an upright position and tilted his face toward her. "Prax Vol, can you hear me?" She tried one more time. No response. She growled and let his face go. Vol's body slumped forward again.

Tar got up and rushed from the nose cone, choking from the toxic fumes as she grabbed her Storm Rifle from where it now lay on the gangway. Moving through to the troop bay, she heard someone shouting to her from outside. They must have been pulling on the side doors, because the mechanism was making a sharp screeching noise to try and keep them closed. Smoke hovered just above eye level and fingers of blue lightning played across the inside of the Phantom's hull.

Tar hit the emergency manual door release and the screeching stopped. The door was still stuck though, so she rushed over and kicked the side door with the bottom of her foot. The entire section crashed to the floor; Tar raised her Storm Rifle to deal with whoever was on the other side. She was a little relieved to see a Spartan in reddish armour, but she didn't show it. She walked down the ramp the side doors had created, smoke billowing out of the Phantom all around her, weapon raised.

"Warriors!" Tar bellowed, pointing. A gaggle of Brutes, mixed rank and armour, were charging through the mess of boxes toward them. She supposed they'd seen the Spartan isolated, making a lot of noise, and wanted to catch him unawares. Behind them, she spotted a whole load of URF spilling out of a nearby entrance to the Forerunner structure. They looked to be trying to cut them off.

Tar rushed past the Spartan, firing a whole battery into the closest charging Brute until her rifle overheated. Turning it sideways, she savagely broke the rifle over his head, crumpling him to the floor. The next Brute was on her instantly, the shot from his Mauler raking her shields almost to breaking point. Tar forward rolled under the Brute's outswung arm, got up behind him, activated her energy sword, turned and plunged it into his abdomen as he turned around.

Pistol rounds hit her shield from behind, breaking it. Tar smartly stepped back behind the impaled Brute, using her sword to keep him upright while turning him between her and the hail of bullets coming from the direction of the installation. "Shield recharging!" Tar shouted, kicking the dead Brute's Mauler behind cover about ten metres in front of her. She grunted from the pain and effort of holding the Brute up as a bullet skimmed her exposed leg.

Moving them both forward a couple of metres, Tar peeked out and saw humans taking cover behind the same boxes she was aiming for. The remaining Brutes hadn't committed yet, content to stay back and spray them with spikes and plasma. With her shields recharging now, she shouted "Transitioning! Cover me!" before sliding her sword out of the Brute and running for the boxes and the Mauler she'd kicked over. Humans and Brutes fired at her from the other side.


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OOC Note: The picture actually is Vanessa Lee Chester,
the actress who played Kelly Malcolm in The Lost World, as she appeared last year.

Damn, Ian's little kid grew up hot. :3
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homoflexible
Occupation: Computer mainframe infrastructure technician
Personality:
A friendly and loveable woman at heart, Kelly can be quick tempered and headstrong at times. The unstable relationship between her mother and her famous father has led Kelly to be highly free-spirited and unconventional, taking nothing for granted and flying in the face of social stereotypes and typical gender roles. An avid gamer and computer aficionado, Kelly enjoys both playing in fictional worlds as well as creating her own. Her relationship with her father is the main focus of her life, both with the man himself and with people who see her as nothing more than Ian Malcolm's daughter.Skills/Abilities:* Computer Programmer: Highly skilled in multiple computer languages, as well as the lead developer on a number of proprietary forms of coding unique to her own systems and software.
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* Electrical Engineer: Skilled electrical engineer, capable of building, repairing and maintaining basic electronics with limited support.
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* Mathematician: Highly knowledgeable mathematician and expert in the field of debunking 'chaos theory' and its related schools of study.
* Athlete: Amateur gymnast, Kelly frequently jogs and has participated in fun runs and marathons for charity.

Frailties:* Failed Paleontologist: After her experiences on Isla Sorna Kelly spent some time trying to study dinosaurs, but when it became apparent she couldn't tell the difference between a Dilophosaurus and a Velociraptor she abandoned her studies and concentrated on mathematics and computing instead. Mainly to learn how to out argue her father on his own theories.
* Free-thinker: Kelly has a tendency to do things her won way, making choices and decisions based on her own gut instincts rather than taking advice from others. She often balks in the face of authority, and is more likely to do something she should if told not to do it than follow the orders of others over her own opinions.

Backstory:While she hates to be known as such Kelly's biggest claim to fame is that her father is the renowned mathematician and author Dr. Ian Malcolm, and that she managed to survive an expedition to Isla Sorna, the location of InGen's Jurassic Park Site B, when only 12 years old. After several years attempting to study dinosaurs professionally Kelly abandoned the research in favour of mathematics and computing despite the urging of her father for her not to live in his shadow, or perhaps because of that self same urging.

Combining chaos theory with computer programming Kelly specialises in creating adaptive operating systems which are capable of rewriting their own code in order to compensate for changing environmental variables, within the strict initial guidelines set by the programmers. Hired by InGen, again against the insistences of her father, Kelly has joined the development team trying to rebuild Jurassic World, concentrating on identifying faults with the information technology infrastructure which led to the disasters both the first and second time the park was built.Former experience with Jurassic Park/World:Kelly Malcolm survived an expedition to Isla Sorna when she was twelve. For further details see The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997 film)
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1 - Kelly could crack anything upto military-grade software encryption by decompiling and rewriting the machine's base code in a matter of hours. She can design, develop and code basic programs in minutes and complex systems in a matter of days. All these skills require access to an actual working computer system however, as well as power to run them.
2 - She could repair a radio if provided with the required parts and tools, but couldn't build one from scratch or adapt electronics to do something other than their intended function. Kelly could easily build a computer from matching components and pre-prepared circuit boards, but wouldn't be able to build a circuit board herself.

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Whilst Owen was indeed actually very little caring about the wheather itself -- even though he would definitely hate being soaked wet --, the following comment of one of the soldiers did kind of catch his attention. His gaze wavering from the woman in front of him over to said soldier, who was just helping the others to unload their stuff. He didn't seem to be the most enthusiastic type of guy regarding the expedition, especially when considering his words, and the blond indeed couldn't help but snicker a little. Perhaps he was right. Maybe this all was just a trap set up for anyone potentially harmful for InGen to get them out of the way. And whilst that theory seemed somewhat conspiratorial and paranoid, Owen simply couldn't deny the probably hidden truth behind it; else InGen would have certainly paid more soldiers than this poor bunch of retired Marines...
"A man with true trust in InGen's work, wow," he replied, and suddenly his mood seemed a little lightened. If he was correct with his assumptions -- although he didn't even know half of the names of these people, let alone any background information at all --, then this guy was at least as happy about InGen's plans as Owen was. Perhaps he wasn't the only one planning on not letting the company rebuild the park.
He didn't really pay any attention to the obvious scientist crossing their path, though. As already said, neither did Owen know any information about these guys, nor did he actually care.

Kelly's question about the tramline, though, immediately returned the man's attention to her, as he momentarily followed her pointing and with his eyes. And upon seeing said tramline not far away from the docks, he shrugged his shoulders at her words once more. He was a skilled biker, and could probably mount a whole motorcycle within thirty minutes if he was provided the correct parts. But he was no real engineer, and therefore couldn't exactly tell if he would be capable of repairing a whole tramline. He could give it a try, though, he supposed, seeing as he did not exactly trust anyone else with it. Especially not the security guys. They seemed rather... hot-headed, anyways.
"I suppose I could take a look at it, but I'm not promising anything. You should set your mind to walking, really." He wasn't exactly keen on walking through the whole jungle himself, but there was hardly any other option. He knew about some scientists and security division's people already being on the island, though only in the area around the docks up towards the beginning tramline. To make sure that the expidition's people wouldn't immediately get chopped off the boat the second the ferry arrived. And he doubted that anyone of these guys knew how to repair a bloody electric train, else they would have already done it.

No matter what, though, the all of sudden nudge of Kelly herself did kind of disturb his train of thoughts. And whilst he absolutely despised being touched by anyone of these unfamiliar people, he bit back a snarky comment about it the second she heard her speaking. Gaze once more travelling towards the next direction of her saying, he spotted a blong woman, not too old, apparently struggling a little with her own equipment. For god's sake, why did InGen hire women on this mission again? Not to get him wrong, he definitely respected independent women in charge -- look at Claire, really --, but he was rather opposed to little blondies stumbling along in her high-heels, doing her best to catch up with rough, impolite military men. Even though she did appear somewhat familiar to him. But he simply couldn't get a grasp at her name...
"Is this a dating mission?" he simply asked, brows furrowing a little irritated, as he once more glanced down at Kelly herself. He had of course noticed her checking him out. And now this. Then, he arched a brow at her. He just couldn't deny himself a small smirk.

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The smirk died the second another scientist joined their conversation, thought, and the first response to meeting one of the guys that had already been here prior to their arrival was a tense with a very high-held chin posture; which faltered the moment he spotted the little raptor in the man's arms, though, which just then hopped off his grasp. His eyes widened in both, shock and pleasant surprise. The name of the man didn't seem important anymore, nor what he actually did on this godforsaken island. Instead Owen immediately crouched down in front of the little dinosaur, carefully reaching out a hand, as he place down his sniper rifle. Just then he realised just what species it was -- a Velociraptor. And he instantly swallowed down the up-coming guilty feeling, glancing back up said scientist.
"Where did you get her from...?"

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The wind had intensified in the last couple of moments. The young blonde headed back to cargo hold and grabbed the rest of her medical equipment. Her eyes gazed around the deck of the ferry. There were men of every size, shape and culture. Admittedly she hadn't been the friendliest person on board. She had studied through her old text books, making sure she remembered everything. Dinosaur anatomy was vastly different from anything scientist had discovered. It was the reason Julia had gone into it. It was interesting to her, and challenging. She grabbed her other bag, and headed down to the docks.

Julia let a small nod the surrounding crew that had already gathered there. Owen, some chick, Dr. White, and a man around her age. They all had a dismal state about them. A dark cloud that screamed there was no hope. That this mission would kill some of them. It was more than likely. People had died on the first trip to Jurassic world and people had died at Jurassic World.

The sky reflected their moods, dark and stormy. She could smell the rain coming. She assumed they would head inland to the park, and camp in one of the run down hotels. That is if nothing were in them all ready.She heard a course comment from Owen as she walked up and her eyes narrowed. She wasn't some bonde bimbo.

[User]
The storm was making Dr. White more anxious. After a quick glance back at shore, he begins to head into the mainland and down the path to a nearby hotel. He can feel all the emotions of the others, all nervous, angry, disgusted, it really varied from person to person. Yet they all agreed to something... the emotion of worry. Now White really needed to see Dr. Wu, by all means. He then continues to walk down the path towards the hotel. He passes by Raymond Wilson Jr, who he recognized, and gave him a quick wave and "Hi" in response.

"Dr. White!" called a stern female voice from a few meters away.

White was startled after someone called his name as he jumped slightly and quickly turned around. The voice belonged to an imposing figure, a woman, with a black outfit, red, seemingly old-stylized hair, and blue eyes. Yet White realizes who she was...

"T-Tanya?" he said slightly nervously as he slowly approaches her, "My god, its been a very long time since we met. For a second I thought you were someone else."

"I get that alot." replied the woman as she looks at the island, "I guess your coming back to the island huh?"

A pause and a shrug was the only response White could give.

"And what about you?" then asked White, "I thought you were still leading squads of police officers back in New York?"

"Oh, I'm now Jurassic World's Chief of Security," she then said confidently, "I heard Hoskins was a real bitch back then... so InGen came to me and offered if I can come to take his place."

White seemed almost in disbelief. A woman in charge as Chief Of Security? That was something new.

"And don't worry." Tanya continued, "I'm nothing like that fat bastard."

Suddenly, she glares at someone by the shore. A worker was slacking off under a palm tree. Tanya made an angry scowl.

"HEY!" she yells at the worker, was he quickly looks at the Chief, "Get unloading the cargo you lazy ass! We don't have all day!"

"Y-yes mam'!" he salutes nervously as he runs to the ships to unload.

"Ugh," she says in disgust, "Sometimes I can't stand these people."

"How long have you been here?" the geneticist asked curiously to change subject.

"Already for several months," Tanya answered, "Just overlooking construction and the dinosaurs. It was pretty calm and organized."

"I see." answers White as he wipes his forehead, "Also... is Dr. Wu on this island as well?"

"He was supposed to be here yesterday," answered the chief, "However the plane ride to Costa Rica was canceled so he should be here in a few days."

"Thank you." nods White as he shifts the bag on his left arm, "Anyways, I'll be going to unpack my stuff at the hotel. Am I needed anywhere?"

"Not for the meantime," Tanya answers slightly unsure, "Once Wu gets here I'm sure he'll want all the geneticists to the lab. You should get an email from him once he arrives with all the information."

"Thank you Tanya. I'll see you around."

And with that Dr. White walks down the path to his hotel to unpack, while Tanya continues to overlook the unloading.

[Assistant]
"I never heard anyone say it couldn't be," Kelly replied with a wink as she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and turned towards the blonde with a smile.

"Hi there, I don't think we've met yet. I'm Kelly Ma... Kelly. Part of the tech support team for this little party," As she spoke Kelly let her eyes quickly wander down the woman's body, checking out the heavy pack and the field gear strapped to her. "I take you your part of the science team?" She asked, waving her hand vaguely at the equipment, some of which she recognised from her own aborted attempt to study the 'low sciences'.

"Are you okay with all that? it looks heavy," She continued, stepping a little closer and gently stroking her hand up Julia's arm. The pack really did look heavy to Kelly, but then again she was far more used to dealing with laptops and tablets, the kind of heavy equipment you could slip inside a small bag and swing from your shoulder without needing to strap yourself in to a weight distribution harness of any kind.


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
Neil made his way to a corridor on the left, both hands around the hilt of his revolver as he checked whether or not the coast was clear. Pressing the touch button, steel doors slid open to reveal an empty hallway. A medical-bay was to the left, a glass wall showing a muscled man on a cot fast asleep. Other than him, a medic stood within, back turned to Neil and writing on a holopad. On the right, three doors were closed. Neil took the second down, finding a small storage facility. The room was utilitarian and small, with various medical supplies and janitorial items stacked upon shelves.

He decided to take this opportunity to strip out of his space suit for the moment. Better to be incognito than have some modest protection, at least at the moment. Folding his suit up, he stuffed it inside of his pack, causing it to bulge uncomfortably at his side. Slipping out of the door, he was unwrapping one of the nutri-bars he had stolen from the closet. He was surprised some backwater station had chocolate chip. He thought they were only made in Kerillian system. Not about to complain about bad luck, he had taken about a dozen and shoved them into his back pocket before sneaking under the medical-bay's glass window and heading into the next corridor.

The door slipped open to reveal an outfitted, off duty mercenary with a sandwich stuffed halfway down his throat. It took them both a moment to react. luckily for Neil, he looked almost close to a nondescript engineer with his casual clothing coupled with the goggles and utility belt at his side, which gave him the first move. The merc only saw Neil's gun as the hilt was already crashing down upon the crown of his head. The merc toppled heavily onto the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Neil leaped back, and he found himself with a limp merc and a guilty situation he needed out of. Thankfully, he was used to winging it with excuses, and the medic in the last hall suddenly found a young engineer dragging a body into his small facility. "Yo," Neil said. "Bit of piping hit him in the head. He's been out cold for a few minutes." The medic placed his holopad down and gave a start. "Who are you?" he asked, blue eyes squinting. "One of the engineers from the east wing. Look, can you look after this guy?"

It took the medic a few moments of consideration, before he helped Neil place the Merc's body on a cot. Neil gave a small salute and left before there could be any more questioning, and luckily this time the next hall was empty. He made it down three more, almost whistling nonchalantly to avoid suspicion by the last hall he found a small console room near the end of it. It was locked, a small numbpad next to the blast doors looked like it was connected to its function. Neil bent backwards to crack his back, before intertwining his fingers and bending them, and then he cracked his neck a few times, before he began to randomly press buttons. Beeps filled the air and he merely hummed as he smacked and smacked, until the doors opened. Not by his button pressing, but by a confused administrator who wondered who the hell was smacking the code console. He found himself staring down a gun barrel, and Neil pushed the surprised man back inside, going from pissed to pissing his pants. Neil had to step over the puddle, and once the blast doors closed behind him, he smacked this one in the head as well.

The room was in the shape of an octagon, small and filled with monitors and console controls. The Pilot pulled up a chair and began the short process it took to find out what coding the facility was using. RBS++ was fairly advanced for a backwater merc compound. In fact most of the items and rooms looked pretty well paid for now that he thought about it. Fortunately, Neil had coded in this language befor-

Gunshots echoed faintly in the distance, and Neil turned his head, blinking. "I think I know who is responsible for that," he deadpanned, and pulled up a floor plan of the station. Finding where his location was, it took him only a short scan to find where the gunshots probably originated, and what room he might be able to use to buy Junebug some time. He set a threat level beta in the mess hall, four corridors away from where he guessed Sayeeda was to have most of the armed mercs go there to find their sudden bullet problem. After that, he set off, making his way out of the control room and passed a patrol of armed mercs heading for the mess hall. It took about three galactic minutes for Neil to make it into what looked like the Captain's room, and he stepped inside with a swagger.

"Guess who the black hole dragged in" he was going to say, before his eyes squinted and his jaw slacked. The woman he recognized as Nia lay sprawled on the ground, for some reason decked out in expensive combat gear. Junebug sweating and breathing heavily atop her. "Something tells me I missed something sexy," he said, a bit too turned on to relish in his plot twisting 'I survived' entrance.

---

Lars felt the bullet wound in his abdomen clearly, having taken refuge behind some the supply stacks along with the rest of his group. Plasma-gun in hand, he used his bionic eye to see any tactical advantage in the surrounding hanger, though on his third scan he conceded the fact that the only good position they had was where they were, because it gave them good cover to escape into the Common's once more.

Damn that girl. He had underestimated her, thinking her easily scared and susceptible to coercion. He supposed the other two mercenary crew members wouldn't have a no-good bumbling girl in such a crew, something he should have foreseen. The AI seemed to be somewhat advanced as well. Too advanced to be legal in this day and age.

Small arms fire and laser bolts rang out across the small no-man's land expanse between the steel supply crates, Lars managing to gun down one last advancing attacker before he had to admit it was time to go. "We leave," he said calmly, the men behind him ornery but seeing the logic in the move, providing some cover fire as they began to make a tactical retreat.

"Lonney, you can let me out now. I think Neil wouldn't mind me thanking some rescuers, right?"

[Assistant]
Junebug raised her sub machine gun at the merc filling the doorway and started to take up the pressure on the trigger. Her conscious mind registered Neil at the last instant and she snapped the weapon vertical in an instinctive safe posture. The alarms continued to wail in the background but they seemed further away now and no rush of gunmen materialized.

"How did you…" she trailed off uncertain of where to go with the sentence and a rush of relief evident in her voice. For a moment her mind freewheeled trying to construct a scenario that would result in Neil being here and not floating off into space until her tactical conditioning damped the impulse under the weight of the current situation.

"Just when I thought we had decided to give each other some space," she quipped and tossed the badge underhanded to the pilot who plucked it from the air reflexively.

"They're Cops," she said bitterly hauling the unconcious Nia upright and securing her wrists with cargo tape. The polymer weave had a tensile strength of hundreds of pounds and was backed by a chemical adhesive which could only be disolved with a specialized solvent.

"Uhh…" Neil said eloquently looking at the badge quizzically, "Did you say…" Sayeeda nodded.

"God damn System Gendarmerie," she confirmed with a sigh. Pieces of data began to organize themselves in her mind, slotting together like puzzle pieces.

"If I had to guess I'd say Cheng is with organized crime of some sort, using us as pattsies to take out the police presence here. He hooked us up with that little intra system tramp, how much you want to bet their is a fusion bomb tucked away in some hidden compartment, probably set to blow once we docked here." A fusion blast would have destroyed an installation of this size leaving no survivors. Sayeeda silently offered thanks that she had opted for a more covert insertion.

Nia began to stir, moaning softly her hands pulling against the improvised restraints.

"Son of a bitch," Sayeeda said with dawning comprehension.

"As a bonus he gets to collect the Highlander when we turn up dead, he is the one that owns our debt to the shipyard. Cute, very fucking cute." Nia's eyes fluttered open.

"I don't know who you people are, but you are in a world of trouble," the police woman declared in a cold threatening voice, a little spoiled by the splitting headache that the chokehold had engendered.


[System]
Sex: Misanthrope Motorcyclist
Age: 17
House: Stardust House

Duel Disk RUNNER: Fyodor's duel runner is a sleek, black motorcycle with no rims inside the wheels. When it is running it gives off a faint orange neon glow in the wheels and inside the wheels. His duel runner has an attachable component for his duel disk which Konstantinovich can remove and use separately if he so chooses. The duel disk is black and has a dark orange blade which is shaped like a scythe.

Personality: Konstantinovich is a rather miserable man. He is a bitter curmudgeon and lone wolf. While he claims to hate humanity alongside constantly wishing death among them, he does in fact yearn for people to be near him. This is solely because he wants people to be around to hear his dark and brooding monologues that he is fond of. The only things he truly loves are reveling in the mayhem of darkness and motorcycles.

History: Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich was a 'little miracle' to his family, namely because this was the first time his father was able to properly spawn a child with his wife. The boy who would become The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell, lived in a cold, but not terribly dreary, cozy little town. From an early age Fyodor had a troubling temperament that worried those around him. He was always off on tangents of doom and despair and claiming he was sent by the Devil to make sure the world of man would be cloaked in his vision. In order to help cure this boy's melancholy his father made him work in his garage. For a brief period of time, it seemed that Fyodor was getting better as the boy did like getting to help in the workshop.

This was not the case, as Fyodor was simply biding his time to create a Duel Runner. At the stroke of midnight he rode from his home and across the bleak and snowy landscape to find other settlements of population to torment. He caused mayhem for quite sometime until he got involved in a crash accident, in which police were finally able to apprehend him. While it seemed likely Fyodor was doomed to perish in prison for the rest of his days, a Japanese man showed up out of the blue and managed to get the boy off scot-free. Well not exactly scot-free, because in exchange for freedom from prison he was essentially told that he would go to the Saotome Duel Institute.

Wish: To dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, after ensuring the world was engulfed by darkness and sin.

[SOLAR LEGACY] Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned
Level 8 Dark type Zombie/Synchro/Effect monster
3000 / 2800
(1 Zombie type tuner monster + Dokurorider)
As long as this card is on the field, your opponent cannot target anything else on your side of the field and can only attack this card. If this card is sent from the field to the graveyard, you can banish 1 zombie-type monster from the graveyard: Special Summon this card.

Monster Card
Mechanic of Dokurorider
Level 6 DARK Zombie/Tuner/Effect monster
1500 / 730
When this card is tributed for the Ritual Summon of "Dokurorider", you can special summon this card and its level becomes 2.

Spell Card
He's Going the Distance
Equip
Equip only to a "Dokurorider" monster. When an attack is declared involving the monster this card is equipped to, target up to three of your banished Zombie-type monsters: Shuffle that target(s) back into the deck. If you do, draw a card.

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Zombie World x2
Pyramid of Wonders x1
Temple of the Sun x1
Call of the Mummy x1
Foolish Burial x2
Book of Life x3
Pre-Preparation of Rites x1
Everliving Underworld Cannon x2
Overpowering Eye x1
He's Going the Distance x1*

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Speed Spell - Advanced Ritual Art x1
Speed Spell - Tribute to the Doomed x3
Speed Spell - Brain Control x1
Speed Spell - The Shallow Grave x2
Speed Spell - Acceleration Limiter x3
Speed Spell - Faustian Bargain x2
Speed Spell - Final Attack x1
Speed Spell - High Speed Crash x2

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

[User]
The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell had some manner of expression under his helmet. However that would be between him and the Devil. Konstantinovich was watching the incredibly flurry of quick paced moves, which led to many things being summoned.

"FAGGOT, YOU JUST MADE UP THAT CARD! BY THE DEVIL, I SHALL KICK YOUR TEETH IN FOR THAT!" Fyodor yelled out as the clearly forged and ugly designed dragon was placed onto the field. Many other moves happened which led to a familiar event that Fyodor had to deal with.

Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned once again had vehicular troubles. His motorcycle exploded into another fireball of a display. And as to be expected, Heisei rode out of the fireball. Inside that fireball was Skull Servant who simply saluted Dokurorider Heisei before his bones were burned black and he faded away into the aether.

"Skull Servant, your banishment is in duty to the Absolute Sovereign." The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell glanced at the mysterious biker. "So do you have another thousand moves to bore me with?"

[Assistant]
"Your monster is quite the obnoxious one." the biker spat as the Ghoulish Rider's bike-riding skeleton monster reappeared before their eyes. "However. Very well. Then with Dragulas the Vampiric Dragon, I shall strike at your monster! With no other option, Dragulas will strike down Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned. Go! Eternity Dark Burst Stream!"

The dragon (or wyrm really), soared into the air, as the sky darkened slightly. Dragulas spread its wings and raised its head. With another roar, its maw opened, spewing forth a burst of black energy, the beam shooting straight toward Dokurorider Heisei. Then, with a powerful explosion, Dokurider, as expected, remained. It would not stay for long, however, as the last of this monsters in the grave were used up.

The spectral knight was the next to strike, its horse galloping alongside Dokurorider Heisei's motorcycle. The two exchanged blows, and in the explosion, Break Sword's armor had split apart, and in its place, The Phantom Knights of Ragged Gloves and The Phantom Knights of Dusty Robe, both in passive postures. They were in defense mode, unable to attack over the Fyodor's turtle.

"And now that I've defeated your ace monster, I will end my turn." the biker declared.

[User]
The Ghoulish Rider recovered from a brief skid he had from the aftermath of the first blast. He drove back into position on the road as he saw Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned survive another attempt to dethrone him. However, he had no more servants in the grave he could sacrifice when the knight came charging forth. Pyramid Turtle snorted lethargically as the other biker finished his turn.

Fyodor paused for a moment as he allowed the other biker to enjoy a smug sense of satisfaction. It would make it so much better when he broke it. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell glanced towards the biker and began laughing.

"YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN KEEP HIM DOWN!?" He placed his hand over his deck. "Devil, grant me the infernal weapon to send him into the brimstone." Without looking at the card, Fyodor drew it from his deck.

He took count of his speed tokens. He then took note of his monster field. And then, of course. He took note of his Spell & Trap Zone.

"Do you remember?" The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell remarked as he wagged his finger at the other biker. "The beginning of this duel?"

He took a dramatic pause.

"I placed TWO cards down in my SPELL AND TRAP ZONE! WATCH IN AMAZEMENT!"

He flipped the card up to reveal Call of the Haunted. On the roadway a single graveplot opened as engines were roaring.

"DOKURORIDER HEISEI - ABSOLUTE SOVEREIGN OF THE DAMNED LIVES!" Fyodor shouted out as he slammed his newly acquired card down.

"AND GUESS WHAT!? I HAVE SPEED SPELL - FINAL ATTACK! SINCE I HAVE FIVE OR MORE SPEED COUNTERS, I CAN REMOVE TWO OF THEM! DOING SO DOUBLES THE AMOUNT OF ATTACK POINTS MY MONSTER HAS!"

Dokurorider Heisei's engines were burning oil to the absolute limit and it made one hell of a purr as his attack went to 6000. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell pointed straight at Dragulus.

"SHOW THAT LIZARD WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO DETHRONE THE BEST! KILL!" Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned glowed with a hellish aura as he rode straight out of the graveplot. As he was riding through the sky towards the Dragon, he began to drift and slid. With a satisfying slam, his wheels began tearing through Dragulus with ease.

A massive fireball, soaked red in blood, exploded overhead with the force of a supernova. The duel field around shattered apart as Dokurorider Heisei made the killing blow.

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell drifted onto the campus grounds as he performed a finger gun shot gesture at the mysterious rider.

[Assistant]
The biker waited patiently watching the Ghoulish Rider make his move.

"What!?" the biker shouted in amazement as Fyodor activated his speed spell. With its attack connecting- the biker, with no cards that could save him- had lost. He burned out in a firey explosion as Dragulas was slain.

As the duel ended, so did the bus ride. Following Fyodor, the biker skidded onto the outside parking lot, where various cars, mostly of the teachers, were parked. The biker had gotten off his duel runner, the disk disengaging, clicking off his bike. Rather than being strapped on his arm, it was held in his hand. The biker removed his helmet revealing his face.

"Your dueling was dark and passionate. Fitting, for another champion of the undead. I am Fushi Ryunosuke, the Phantom Duelist of Saotome. This will be my last year here." Ryunosuke reached his hand out, gesturing for them to shake.

Mr. O'Dell, before opening the door to the bus, had given everyone a brief explanation of what was going on. On their way out, he handed out maps of the school accompanied with various instructions, telling the students first to head towards the offices to fill in their paperwork.

The offices were located within the classroom buildings, the closest classroom being repurposed for administrative work that the students had to do in order to enter the school. Afterwards, they were sent toward the shop by the cafeteria where they would be fitted for their uniforms before being sent back to the offices where they received the key to their dorm room.


[System]
Monster Type: Pangolin
Gender: Male
Occupation: Blacksmith, Aspiring Hero
Weapon?: Sethlan's pride and joy, the Vierhander. A large sword built for two hands, it is expertly crafted yet barely usable by someone of his size.
Armor?: Buster Jacket, a tough, fireproofed, high-necked duster coat he usually wears when smithing. It's a pleasant yet highly visible shade of magenta.
Magic (up to three) :
Riddle of Steel: (Summons a number of magical swords for launching and swinging around. Sometimes with moves similar to a certain boulder-suplexing monster...)
Strike the Iron: (Sethlan summons and hammers on his anvil, unleashing showers of sparks and flames.)

Personality: Sethlan likes to put on a brave face before others, playing the part of the heroic paragon, protecting the innocent and facing danger with a courageous laugh and a flourish. In truth though, he's meek, shy, and a huge pushover, his heroic facade quickly breaking down if no one is convinced of it, and people rarely are. Still, his desire to protect others and fight for good is entirely genuine, and once you get past the cheesy heroism and his somewhat threatening appearance you'll never find a nicer, gentler guy around.

Bio: Born in the Underground, Sethlan lived in a nice home in Snowdin for most of his life, preferring to spend his time indoors where it was warm and cozy. His skittish and reclusive nature made him a natural target of pranks by the other monster kids, until a rather mean-spirited joke got him lost in the Snowdin Forest late one night. Not knowing how to get home, the scared little pangolin wandered through the cold forest desperately alone before he was found by the Royal Guard and spirited back to the safety and warmth of his home. Thankful for his rescue and starstruck by their heroic actions, Sethlan started to spend most of his time hanging out with the Snowdin Canine Unit, his heart set on becoming one of them and repaying their kindness one day. He was a slow learner when it came to fighting though, and when he failed his first test to join the guards it was suggested that Sethlan join in an auxiliary position. He begrudgingly settled on being an armorer for the guards, solely because the forge was the only warm place he could work. Much to his surprise, Sethlan absolutely adored his new position and took to blacksmithing like a fish to water (pardon the expression, Undyne). Happily hammering away in his workshop, he was quite content with the way things were going until someone fell from the surface one day.

His work with the Royal Guards naturally exposed Sethlan to the same stories about humans and their horrible actions as the guards were. Worried that he didn't have the courage or the strength to face a human in battle, Sethlan hid in his workshop when he heard rumors of a human who had emerged from the Ruins. Needless to say it was something of a shock when the same human he had been so afraid of, a child called Frisk, managed to destroy the barrier keeping the humans trapped underground. It took him a while to muster up the courage to venture to the surface with the other monsters, but once he did he moved to the surface permanently and, no longer needing to supply the royal guards with weapons and armor, set up a new workshop to service both monsters and humans. Work was less in demand then before, as smithing was kind of a niche profession on the surface world, but he didn't mind so much as it gave him time to pursue other interests and explore some of the many facets of the human world, including all of their unusual metalworking techniques. He never met Frisk, but after what the human did to bring the Monsters out from underground, Sethlan had nothing but respect for the child and often wracked his brain thinking of something he could make as a gift for Frisk if he ever met the new ambassador one day.

That is, until Frisk disappeared one day. The sense of panic that spread through the monster community at this news was palpable, and it was especially hard for Sethlan to hear. It brought him back to that horrible night when he almost froze to death in Snowden Forest, where he was saved by the heroic actions of the Royal Guard. He may not have known Frisk all that well, but he felt that he couldn't stand by while someone was lost and alone just like he was so long ago. It inspired him to action, and made him realize that it was time to repay the kindness that was done to him. It was time to be a hero!

Appearance: Sethlan greatly resembles a scaly humanoid pangolin. He's a bit on the short and scrawny side, and sometimes gets mistaken for a female, much to his chagrin. His skin is an earthy, mottled shade of green while the scales visible on his head, the ends of his arms, and along his tale are a more forest green color. He has a long prominent snout and curious amber eyes normally hidden behind his bright magenta protective goggles. He also tends to wear protective gear such as heavy boots and gloves, and is never without a trusty set of tools on his belt, but otherwise Sethlan prefers to dress warmly and casually.

"...smooch a ghost? Do...do HEROES do that? I guess I would, if it is....but if it isn't, maybe it would...um..." *trails off*

Also his theme song, just for fun ^_^

Name: Undyne
Monster Type: Fish Lady!
Gender: Fish Lady!
Occupation: Former Royal Bodyguard, Martial Arts Instructor, and TOTAL FREAKIN' BESTIES with Frisk
Weapon?: Energy Spear
Armor?: She has her old armor for special occasions, but she's tough enough to go without it. ;)
Magic (up to three) :
Spears of Justice: Undyne summons multiple magical spears to fling at her enemies.
Stand Your Ground: Green SOUL attack that forces enemies to stand and defend themselves. No running away! FUHUHU!

Personality: Strong-willed and intensely passionate, Undyne puts her heart into everything she does, be it fighting, cooking, or anything in between. Always running at full power, Undyne's endless zeal for what she believes in and her intensely competitive nature can lead her into trouble if she's not careful, and while her overwhelming personality can make it difficult to get along with her, she's very close to those she considers her friends, and some that she considers more then a friend...

Bio: A fiery and hotheaded youth, Undyne found her true calling early on when she was trained by Asgore himself to be a might warrior. Soon enough, Undyne's tenacious cunning and talent earned her a place in the Guard, and she quickly rose up the ranks to become Captain of the Royal Guard. Tasked with defending the monsters from wicked humans and finding the last SOUL needed to break the barrier and free everyone from the Underground, Undyne loved her job and her life, and while she was widely adored by the monsters in the Underground, she dreamed of the day she would slay the last human and collect their SOUL for their beloved king.

Once Frisk fell into the Underground, though, everything changed for the tenacious Captain of the Guard. Touched by the kind actions and the mercy shown by the young human child, Undyne came to believe that humans were just as kind and deserving of protection as the monsters were, and once she went above ground she dedicated her life to protecting all those who were helpless with the same zeal that she always had, monsters and humans alike. She hasn't really had a lot of chances to break out her magic spear, she's been plenty active since leaving the underground, regularly hanging around with Frisk and all of her other friends, helping out her loving girlfriend in the lab and out of it, and learning how to cook without burning the house down. She's lost absolutely none of her combat prowess however, thanks to her regular workout sessions, and whoever is responsible is about to find that out the hard way.

Appearance:

[User] Everything seemed to be going well, as it seems like Mettaton wasn't exactly broken up over this whole body swapping business, that is... until he said that Skylar apparently desperately needed a makeover. I would have said something, but I was too busy trying to figure out the randomness of it all. Skylar commented that she might not survive this, and all I could really manage to say was "Um... good luck?" as if to try to get away from that situation, I turned my attention to Undyne, who was in Chen's body, and screaming at a mirror that they're a wimpy nerd. That gave me a bit of an idea... I rolled up to Undyne, and said "You know... we could set up a challenge, this body has a powerful human-made weapon, right? Well... I bet someone like you can go through the rest of this without it! Heck, that'll surely prove that, no matter what body you end up in, you'll never be a wimp, or a nerd! Just hand me the weapon, and I'll store it away, safely... this body, in this boxy form is nearly indestructible, you know... or, at least, that's what Mettaton always says," I then looked over to where Aria, in Sans' body was, just to make sure that Chen, who I assumed was the small person from all of this, just to make sure that they were focusing more on the lazy skeleton than they were on me. Honestly... I hoped I was right about Chen being in Aria's tiny body, rather than Sans'. Even if Sans never seemed to do anything, I shudder to think what Chen would be able to do with Sans' teleportation, and a weapon of any sort.

[Assistant]
"Just think of it as a dental appointment," the king had told him.

Oddly enough, Sethlan actually enjoyed going to the dentist. Sure it was initially unpleasant, but he liked the feeling afterwards of having clean teeth. It gave him the same sort of satisfaction that he got from finishing a really nice blade, or more recently a well-crafted garden tool (there wasn't much demand for weapons nowadays). If that was what it would be like to apologize for what he did, he certainly felt better about the concept. Or at least he felt he was slightly less likely to have an anxiety attack when he had to apologize to the girl.

Nevertheless, he elected to crouch behind the larger Boss Monster as the group approached the girl, who was standing alongside another human that he didn't recognize. Sethlan didn't want to look like he was leading the group after charging out of the woods like a maniac earlier, and while running around screaming and brandishing a weapon wasn't all that uncommon among monsters, especially if you were involved with the Royal Guard, Sethlan didn't want to cause another situation. At the mention of an apology, he poked his snout out from behind the group and stepped forward.

"U-uj, hey there," he said meekly, trying to look the girl in the eyes but staring at her shoes instead. "I, uh..."

"And if that guy here tries anything to attack her, I will not go easy..." the other human suddenly piped in, his hand resting threateningly on his weapon. "I trained long enough in fencing, don't underestimate me."

Sethlan froze in his tracks, his left eye twitching like mad. A challenge. Any other time, any other place, and Sethlan would have gladly crossed swords with this human without a second thought. No hero would have allowed his honor to be questioned in such a way! Still, Sethlan bit his tongue. He already caused trouble once by charging into battle, and based on that look Asgore had given him earlier, he knew better then to cause it twice. At least the mental picture of him heroically defeating the human in pitched battle over the slight took the edge off his fragile nerves.

"A-anyway, I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I, well, thought I was being attacked back there, so I kind of jumped in before I got a good look. I'm sorry if I hurt or scared you in anyway, that was the last thing I wanted to do, honest."


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Her muscles are more tone, and looks more cheerful. She is 170 cm and binds her chest.

Rank: PFC
Class: Shocktrooper
Weapons and Equipment:
* T-MAG 1
* B-Type M1
* Ragnaid
* Shocktroop armor
* Revolver

Personality:
Cecilia is a tomboy. Rough and tough. Sticks to the guys and doesn't mind a good old brawl. Pretty simple actually. Courageous, and outgoing, not easily hated, and a strong sense of justice. She isn't interested in girly-girl stuff like make-up and dresses, but she doesn't mind hanging out with some of her friends as they do that stuff. She gets along well with everyone, but her sense of justice can be overbearing. Or is it just her sense for violence?

Bio:
Growing up, Cecilia was a daddy's girl. Always looking up to her father. He was a martial artist and part of the local police. With a strong sense of justice, he taught her little girl martial arts and how to fight. Inheriting that sense of justice, Cecilia would fight off all bullies.

The boys and the girls got along with her though. She may have been strong, but she was outgoing and did all sorts of fun, crazy and dangerous things. But whenever it was time for her to 'defend' for someone, they backed away, keeping some distance. She doesn't really realize it herself too much, but she loves to fight and violence. She won't act on it until it can be used for 'justice', though.

Her family was fairly average, and her town was fairly peaceful. As she got older, she became stronger and more independent. Eventually it was her time to enroll for military training. With the training drills and hand-to-hand combat, she was fully in her element. She would charge in, gun on full auto, spraying the fake enemy lines. In cases of hand-to-hand beating people senseless. Yet, there was no sense of justice. She was excited, but felt it was lacking something. So, finishing off her training, she went back home, and followed her father's footsteps.

Eventually though, the war had reached Gallia, and with her sense of justice, she volunteered to fight for her country and get in on some of the action. Her father gave her his prized revolver and her mother gave her some ragnaid both of them to protect her and wish for her safety.

Personal Potentials:
* Ammo Refill - Always could use with more shots
* Big Sister - I'll protect those close to me
* Bloodthirsty - There's killing to do!
* Challenge Lover - Justice will prevail!

RP Sample:
As a child
"Hey, what do you think you guys are doing over there? Picking on a little girl! Cecilia called out to the boys picking on a girl not much younger than her.
"What do you want huh!?" They replied.
"You guys are nothing but bullies! You deserve to be punished."
"Punished? HA! By who?"

Cecilia calmly walked up to the boys.
"Oh look at this, defending her are you? Get her!"
With that she smiled. Her face smiling a devilish grin, as she dodged the first punch by ducking low, and punching the boy below the belt. He writhed in pain, as the others started to charge in. She went to beat on the boy writhing in pain, before using him to shield a blow from the others. Continuing to smile, she threw the boy into the others and started to beat them all senseless.

As the boys writhed in pain, she dusted herself off. "Now then, no more picking on anyone, got it?" she smiled, an innocent smile.

Now
"Hey guys, how you doing?" she called out to the familiar looking men. "Hey Cecilia."
"You guys have changed recently."
"Ha ha ... yeah ... After going through that so many times ..."
"Going through what? Justice?"
"Uh ... Yeah .... Anyway ... we got work so laters."
"Well keep up the good work."
Looks like they finally know about the power of justice. Cecilia smiled to herself walking away.

[User]
Celeste
A last second addition before they set off. Except she was apparently drunk and had no weapon or kit. The sergeant had given the drunk mess an order to take Kyo's SMG, and scrounge up a kit from the dead Imps. But sobering her up? Celeste could only hope the patrol would do the trick. As she hadn't had the chance to grind up what coffee beans she had brought. "Well, you're going to be sobering up with a patrol. No arguments here, place ain't safe for you to take a nap. Not during the day anyway." Celeste placed a hand on her hip, looking at the woman, waiting for anything she had to say, along with responses from others. She still needed to know if the others assigned to her knew what a wedge was.

Brenna
The vista was beautiful. It was shame she hadn't brought a sketchpad. But oh well, she'd enjoy this little picnic for one. A few birds chirped from the nearby tree. And Brenna could see a family of ducks relaxing in a nearby pond. She also could have swore she saw a fawn in the distance.

A nice mid-day picnic by herself. She was happy. The sounds of war couldn't reach this place. She didn't know where this place was, but it was great. But she did wonder if she'd ever see Lilly or the others at some point. Admittedly, she did miss them.

"Huh? That's odd." Brenna looked up at the sky, it looked like a crack had spread all across the sky. She also noticed the birds had gone quiet. Everything about the world had been silenced for no reason. The crack suddenly started to widen. A hellish red sky seen through the crack. Scared, she looked around quickly, the ducks were gone, in fact, all life besides her had disappeared. Trees were dead, and the crack had quickly opened, turning the sky a hellish red. The ground mimicked the colors, along with fires in a distant forest. "Why? Valks why?!"

Then everything crashed, and she sprung awake in a cold sweat. Brenna looked terrified, and stared at a wall for a few seconds before realizing where she was. Turning her gaze to see the Sergeant and a new Darcsen in a room with her, and also saw Lilly leave the room.

Skye
Skye was getting ready to go with the patrol when the sergeant pulled her off to the side and asked for her help. Not arguing with his decision, she went with him. They had some injured it seemed, and arriving in the room, it seemed like the ragnaid had helped with any major injuries. But the order to check on one of the injured was new one for her. She apparently got a nasty hit on the head at some point during the fight. She knelt in front of the woman, and placed the back of her hand on Durandal's forehead, felt about normal. Though it was hard to tell how the brain inside was fairing. She snapped her fingers a couple of times near her face to wake her, knowing that slapping her face and shaking her would be no better, if not, worse than the hit she received.

[Assistant]
Well, apparently, he was supposed to help one of the other female soldiers (geez, the Sergeant must be swimming in pussy), but she had already finished up with most of everything, pretty much invalidating Harald's orders. With a shrug, Zeal complied with the other set of orders instead, that of simply…patrolling. Patrolling with yet another female, a lancer by the name of Celeste, apparently, as well as YET ANOTHER FEMALE, who had came in drunk with no equipment. Lots of pretty names, all things considered, and he was quite a fan of the dark-haired beauty thing that both of them had going on.

Of course, the stench of alcohol from Cecilia was less than endearing, but at least she was a fellow shocktrooper! She looked like the tough sort, so if any Imps do pop out of the woodwork, hopefully this Cecilia would be drunk enough to cover up for Zeal's own inadequacies. Ah, he really wasn't looking forward to a firefight this early on, and hopefully it won't be a thing at all.

Following the two of them to the tank (probably destroyed by Celestine and her big, thick rocket lance, Zeal paid close attention as she detailed the route of the patrol, not even disappointed at how repetitive she made it sound. He'd have plenty of time for sightseeing anyways. Probably ask some questions concerning the establishments and all that. Get nice and chummy with the blue-eyed Lancer. Maybe score a few hits on the drunk shocktrooper as well.

"Well then," Zeal said, his Mags MXX slung over his chest, "Mind giving a tour of the place during the patrol, Coporal? I've only been here for five minutes and all, so it'd be nice if you could point to me where everything is during our walk."

"And you have any specific ideas on how we'll position ourselves wedgely? Or is it fine just to get into that shape?"

[User]
Alex Glaive

"Footsteps... Harald and the others"

Alex muttered out a few words as she awoke from her slumber, her keen senses having picked up on the fact that her fellow troopers were now awake as well. With a groan she gripped the edges of the rather comfy chair she had discovered in the rooms and shifted herself up a little to peer out of the window. She had set up the chair in such a way that she would have been ready the moment that something happened but luckly it was really unneeded, no counter attack or anything.

"New people?"

She questioned as she heard some unfamiliar steps from down below, it was both worrying and happy that they may have gained some backup. Reaching up to the roots of her hair she flowed a strained of her hair down in front of her face, it had started to lose the color of the black white and return to its platinum blonde roots, this would be bothersome on the battlefield where she would be unable to redye it. Grabbing her cap she placed it on her head to hide her imperial features before standing up from the chair, making sure to grab her rifle on the way to the door.

Food is what she craved for right now and that is what she would hunt, or just go downstairs where someone was sure done cooking by this point. On the way she encountered Harald and Skye, she made sure to give a greeting before she continued on "Sergeant." After arriving downstairs she noticed one of their number was a little more dazed than normal, though not many were not morning people she was sure that this was something more? "Lilly, are you ok?" Shifting from behind the girl she made her way to one of the chairs as she awaited a answer.

[Assistant]
Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

A dozen concerns ran through Harald's mind as he checked over Sykora's unconscious form. Her pupils were dilating properly, heartbeat was alright... Unfortunately his rudimentary medical training didn't go much further than that. Not for the first time did he curse the lack of a trained medic on the team. His brow furrowed as he agonised over what to do if they didn't awaken. However the sound of rustling sheets from behind was a hopeful sign and he turned to find a dazed-looking Jatmoore rising from the bed. 'Good morning, Private. You're a sight for sore eyes. We're still at Le Haye Sainte, although we'll be pushing on tonight.' He paused uncertainly as Lilly's expression fell, then quickly averted his eyes as the girl turned about. Who the hell stripped her off..? Hunt..? No, surely not... Regardless of who the culprit was, Harald was sure that it had been done with the best of intentions. Still, putting a near naked young woman before a lonely man was a dick move if ever there was one. He focussed furiously on a knot in the wooden wall, determined not to try sneaking a peak. But by the Valks, was it hard... Once the rustling of clothes had been replaced with the clanking of armour and boots, he ventured a look back over his shoulder, just in time to see Lilly descend the staircase to the kitchen. '... take it easy now. And eat some stew.', he added after some thought.

'Well...' Harald gave Skye an awkward smile. 'That was... entertaining.' He looked down at Brenna, suddenly keenly aware that someone had stripped her too... and that her eyes were wide open. 'Whoa, whoa there... Just sit back, Sykora. You're safe.' Another set of footsteps came down the stairs and Harald turned to give Glaive a morning wave. 'Could you keep an eye on Jatmoore? Think she still needs watching for a while.' Once she had left, Harald turned his attention back to the stricken soldier before him. Brenna had been sweating profusely, most likely all night. He still didn't know what her injuries had been, but Harald theorised that it had been some kind of head injury. There was a lot of that going around. 'Just take it easy, no rush to get up. And uh...' He paused, looking away awkwardly. 'Might want to keep yourself covered.' Whoever had stripped the girls had done a very thorough job of it. He hoped that it had been Celeste, for decency's sake.


[System]
Alias:  Bomberman

Appearance:

Age:  17

Position on the Ship:  Sniper

Personality:
Aka is a confident girl who values her honor & pride. She is often blunt & honest, often saying things in a straightforward or even vulgar manner. As a gang member, Aka is pretty focused on her line of work, having a tight but benevolent grasp on her turfs, ensuring that her clients respect her authority. She's open-minded, and generally a nice girl to talk with. She's a bad smoker due to her cigarettes exploding uncontrollably from her abilities. Also, she's a horrible cook, but she is kindof a food critic and a picky eater. Just like a typical person in East Blue, she was still unaware of devil fruits, the only thing she knows about her abilities is that she can explode instinctively.

Background:  Aka was born from a wealthy family of Shell Town, living without worry until she was about 6 years old, but at that point things took a turn to the worse. She was fed a devil fruit by her parents (which they obtained through connections) and had accidentally killed them at the moment her explosive abilities activated. Left alone and abandoned, Aka lived the rest of her life in the back alley, rising up as a leader of a street gang due to her abiltiies & power. Not many dares to approach her turf without caution due to her "unexplained" exploding spears.

Weapons/ Items:
Javelins - Aka have bundles of Javelin, often with a few strands of her hair strung along it for use in conjunction with her Devil Fruit Ability.

Abilities:
Javelin - Aka is good in throwing javelins with dead accuracy from a far range, she could also use it as a melee weapon to hold her own at short-range combat.

Bomu Bomu no mi (Bomb Bomb Fruit) - A Paramecia Devil Fruit that gives explosive properties to any part of her body, whether it be hair, mucus, or breath. Aka is still rather imprecise on controlling the size of her explosions.

Techniques:
Exploding Javelin - Aka's Javelins which are strung with her hair can explode upon impact

Cannons - Aka can fire ship cannons at longer range and firepower due to her abilities, but, the cannon that she is using will be destroyed mostly due to too much firepower.

Other: PS: Yes, her sworn brothers will die shortly after the start ~~

[User]
The sky above Shells town was clear and blue. There wasn't a cloud visible in any border of the horizon, because everyone of them was evaporated by the harsh sun beating down on the on the world below. The day was so bright even looking at the calm waters causes eyes to water and sun spots to coat a man's vision.

One such man, a tall old marine with a barrel chest, chestnut hair, and eyes like the grey scales of a dead fish winced after making the mistake, again of looking down at the ocean. "This blasted sea." He muttered. His face was gray, and his stomach was empty. Its contents were a few meters back, being fought over by a school of fish. "This blasted sea." He shook his head, trying to reign in what was coming, but failed. He dry heaved and kept on at it until he managed to dehydrate himself further. "How much longer?" The marine moaned, burying his face into his massive hands, hands that were too big for his form.

"A few more minutes sir." A tiny lieutenant standing by his side said. "You could see the island getting quiet large on the other side of the boat."

At that the marine's face went paler, but it couldn't be seen because of the hands in the way. He frantically shook his head. "Oh!" He moaned. "No. No. No. No. At the front its even worst." He shuddered. "Don't even remind me we've got a front to this thing."

"Yes sir." The tiny man sighed. His dark curly hair bobbed whenever he was annoyed.

"And what about our prisoner?" The man asked. He put a hand to his stomach, hoping the action would do something to relieve the storm but it didn't work and the motion just brought more bile to the back of his throat.

"Lillian!" The short man said, spitting the word out as if he bit something bitter with thorns he'd somehow managed to miss. "She's fine. Great spirits that one. You can't step inside her cell without getting a barrage of insults. It's like a firing squad that's only going to cause you pain but nothing else."

At that the ship's captain smiled. "Good. Let's see if that spirit stays with her at the gallows." The smile quickly disappeared as the man put his head over the ship's railing and heaved again.

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Deep in the ship's bowels a woman stood, her long red hair shook from the soft, but steady breeze that poured in through the a tiny hole in the wood. It was refreshing enough to help ease the tension that had built within her shoulders for the last couple of days. Getting caught had been a terrible turn of events, but at least she didn't have to run at the moment. Her legs could rest. Once lady luck showed her the cards she'd take it and be fresh for a sprint.

There was a knock at the door. "WE're coming in. Make a move and we'll get you down." Then the doorknob turned and pushed inward.
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The docks were welcoming. That wasn't a surprise. The island was controlled by the old marines after all. Three men were waiting when the ship's captain and first mate stepped off, followed closely by a couple marines, the ones that never stood out wherever they were, dragging the prisoner along.

"Captain Ruckus?" A tall dark skinned man with a belly like a bath tub raised his hand to the captain. "I'm Effen, Motha Effen. I'm in command here." Ruckus took his hand and gave it a quick shake. "And these are my personal guards Cross Alex" he pointed to the paler of the two who had what looked like a large boomerang taped to his back. "And Miss Lisa Star" he said pointing to a woman with a jaw that could crack stone and arms like pythons after eating a deer.

Ruckus nodded at the two without a word before turning his attention Motha. "Are you marines ready?"

"Sir?" Effen said, suddenly full of panic.

The captain gave a short sigh. "For the execution display! Do you have guards set up? Is the executioner and his block ready? What about the word? Did you put out the word that everyone in the town is to be there?"

At that Motha nodded most vigorously. "Yes sir! Of course. And is this here the prisoner?"

"That's me!" Abbigaill raised her head to look at the man. Her smiled reached from ear to ear. "I'll be the entertainer and decorator for this evening. I'll leave them all gasping and paint the place red." She faked a frown. "And I'm not even getting paid. How is that for a better world."

"Shut up!" ONe of the marines shouted as he slammed the butt of his gun against the back of the woman's head. The impact was enough to bring the redhead to her knees.

Ruckus turned at the woman with the red hair. She was smiling again, despite the blood that was running down the side of her face. "Yeah, that's her." Without a word he turned and started walking towards the center of town. "This is a small island and I need to get my land legs back. That should give you enough time to get everything in order."

"Sir" Effen snapped a salute and turned to Star. "You heard the man, see to it the word goes out. Shout in the streets!" He turned to the other man. "And you! Go find out whose job it is to put the show in order and get it done!" Both guards gave a figorous nod before turning and rushing into the city proper.

"Stress. Stress. Stress." Effen moaned. "I can already feel a headache coming on!"
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In the streets marines ran left and right, shouting about the mandatory public display the marines were hosting at the center of town. Failure to attend would be seen as an act of treason.

[Assistant]
Mission One: Operation Rainbow Retrieval
Interacting with...Whoever is near him.

Marines were moving across the street, hooting and hollering about the upcoming execution and in the shadows of the treeline, the faintest glint of lazy eyes lurked, watching over the soldiers as they walked out of his line of sight.

Puh puh Shot from their resting position, the anchors were shot to the building across from him.
Thunk thunk They planted themselves within the wall.
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr In a moments flash, he zipped through the air, landing on the side of the building, looking down at the street where the Marines had turned off. He looked up, scanning the area for where the execution was being held. Who would be-

There... He spotted the the execution grounds. Many soldiers were gathered there. Narrowing his eyes he removed the anchoring in the building and took off in the direction of the center of town.

[User] A lot of marines out today. A lot of idiots who are going to be hungry so plenty of work. The grand execution will be quite the event. It might even prove to be incredibly entertaining. Strapped knives to her thigh and bag slung over her back. Might as well get a good place to stand for the execution. Tying her hair back with a red ribbon. "I hate this is where they want to make all the executions but it does give gramps some business." Saying to noone in particular setting off.

[Assistant]
"So let me get this straight, some idiot pissed off the Marine Captain so much that he actually forced everyone to go watch a public execution?" Aka leaned her back against a street corner, her sworn brothers being beside her as the group of marines that she was speaking towards nodded. "Not interested, count me out~" Several Marines raised their rifles in response to her nonchalant reply, as her gang members beside her immediately ran away from the scene and took cover in the back alley. Not because they are scared of the Marines' guns, but instead the actual reason will happen in the next moment.

With one punch at one of the marines, the marine exploded, along with the several others who got caught in the fireball. "You all should be more polite in my turf, just sayin~" She smiled at the last marine who is lucky enough to be out of range. "The coast's clear, you can all come out now! " Aka shouted back to the alley as that marine took to his heel and fled. "What a shitty day, I will be fishing to vent a bit of my anger, will be back later, so cya ~" She smirked as she took her fishing rod alongside her, giving a slight wave as she left for the harbour. On the second thought, the execution sounds abit interesting~

Aka chose her fishing spot at an area near the main street that leads straight to the town square. Casting her fishing rod, Aka could briefly see the crowd of audiences though she can barely discern the face of the one in the platform. Just then, she caught sight of man swinging back and forth with some sort of zipline equipment. She was a bit curious & surprised with that guy, whoever he is, he's definitely not going there as an audience. "Ha, looks like this one will be fun to watch," Aka laughed a bit, putting down her fishing rod as she headed to the execution square for some 'free action movies' to watch. Should've brought along some popcorns, to my regret...~