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IC: As the pilots attempted to rescue their friend and get some well deserved rest, a shadow detached itself from the wall of Sentai Fortress and fell. And fell. And fell, until there was no chance of the fortress' systems detecting it when it ignited all of its jets and blasted upward toward the southern side of the mountain, landing with barely a thunk on the concrete landing pad outside a security gate, opening up a comms channel to a secure robot line. "UNIT CHTYR reporting from recon," she said, using her official unit designation. That was the one thing she missed about the north. Having an actual name at her rank.

OOC: Name: Christina Tyr Gender: Female Age: 26 Species: Human Appearance: This picture. Like this, but her right eye is completely green, with a metal plate surrounding it and conforming to the original contours of her eye socket. Parts of the skin on the right side of her body are bonded and covered with flexible metal, and much of that side of her is scarred in some way or another. Her right hand is entirely mechanical, the fingertips splitting to reveal sockets that plug into her mech. Skill(s): Crack shot, to the point of mechanical accuracy. Excellent pilot. Her right eye is capable of basic camera functions, like zooming and focusing, as well as infrared vision. Personality/Bio: Christina joined the mech pilots at the tender age of sixteen, despite psychological concerns, her temper and slight instability making the heads of the military concerned. Still, she was a dang good pilot, and eager. Until she was hit by friendly fire. Her mind was unbalanced, right eye and part of her body destroyed, and the motor nerves in her arms were nearly irreparably damaged. When humanity failed, the Robots succeeding in "fixing" her, and she's loyal to them. She's prone to attacks of emotion and rage, though this is normally hidden behind a cool exterior. Weakness(es): EMPs will cause her mechanical systems to go down temporarily, losing her the sight in her right eye and control of her right hand. Mech: Designation: The Hunter in the Dark ("The Hunt") Type: Reaping Banshee Originally intended to be a new type of recon drone, the Hunt has had all of its main computing systems save two stripped out and replaced, now directly taking orders from Christina's nervous system. It's small, smaller than a Stealth Hunter, only slightly larger than the human it holds, and very fast. Equipment: Two of the original systems are still intact, an advanced communications relay designed to punch through jungle cover and a sensor array rigged to be a heads up display, feeding into Christina's right eye. Right and Left Shoulder: Jump and speed boosters. Right Hand: A claw with a magnetic charge that allows the Banshee to attach to quite a few surfaces. Left Hand: A very high powered laser for the size of the mech, but its power comes at a cost- flight is impossible and speed is reduced to that of an ordinary human while it's in use and for the ten second cool down afterward. Torso: Jetpack capable of flight. Overcharging the jetpack to reach max speed releases the characteristic screech that gives the Banshee its name. Appearance: Picture Like this, but almost entirely black with green running lights. Notes: Because the main piloting system for the Banshee is Christina's nervous system, the mech can't be flown by others unless extensive repairs are made. Preapproved by three outta four staff. Now, to find a jumping in spot.

Checked over Skylar, she's good.

IC: Tali "I'm afraid Dallas has more experience taking dresses off than putting them on. Fortunately." Tali smirked. "I have put one or two on in my time, though."

IC: (Ihu-Koronan Highlanders) Smiley looked at Korru, then Telne, then Korru, then at the creature, and laughed. "I don't know if you've noticed, mate, but we're in a tunnel created by a bloody sentient shadow's minions who are slugs in armored suits. That monster right there... Not a stretch." Diane, meanwhile, was staring into the darkness with her mask of Night Vision and attempting to keep watch. IC: (Tera) "Rider Captain Korru, if you have any idea what the capabilities of these 'Artahka Bulls' are, I need you to tell them to me right now."

IC: "You sly devil." Tera looked down at the dead soldier and smiled slightly, then closed her eyes and turned her elemental attention to the stone around him, then the walls of the cave, looking for something she knew was there... "To answer your question, Telne," she responded, "I have seen this key, or one a lot like it, before. I own one, actually." And, there it was. A cubic gap in the stone wall. "It's the key to the storage location of a sentry captain's log, which would be riiiiiight-" The Captain stepped toward and put her hand on the wall, parting the stone and revealing a metal box with a brass lock behind it. "Here." The key fit perfectly.

Count me in!

IC: "Eh, accepting is not a big part of the nickname game."

IC: "Either of those would be better than 'little boy,' Oldie Von Moldie."

IC: "Awwww, you're no fun." Nick fake pouted before grinning. "I used to be better, then I died." "And how can you call me 'little boy'?! I can't be more than 5 years younger than you!"

IC: "Errand boy, enforcer, extra man when needed. A Pawn, essentially, and that's what I am." Nick held up his left hand and his fingernails condensed into wicked claws and started to crackle with electricity. "A well armed Pawn, but a Pawn nonetheless."

IC: Nick shrugged again, adjusting his cap. "Best to ask her. Low pay grade means I don't know much, either. Though, last time I left the Club for any amount of time I ended up dying. Wasn't their fault, and I got better, but I took it as a sign. Don't try to run out on them." He smirked.

Speaking as a relative outsider to the main BZP crowd, but someone who did go to the party last year, it was very fun. Be prepared to have your name mispronounced XD I'll definitely be donating, just don't know how much.

IC: "Secrecy has never been my strong suit, but in this case I'm well within my rights to tell you my name. Foster trust or something like that." Nick shrugged. "My boss' paygrade is orders of magnitude above mine. She moves in mysterious ways. All she sent me for was to assuage any doubts you had about this party."

IC: A half minute after they left the classroom and enhanced hearing told him they were alone, the deliveryman took off his hat and bowed to Lilliana. "Nick Wilder, Black Pawn." The hat went back on. "Pleasure to meet you. Charades are necessary, but I'm sorry about this one. So, given thought to your invitation?"

IC: "Excuse me, miss?" A man wearing a UPS uniform and carrying another package came to the classroom door, light hair loosely stuffed under a brown baseball cap. "The organization that sent that box you've got there was adamant you sign for it, and I seem to have left my signature pad in the truck. I apologize, but they really can be as insistent as the fires in ." His eye seemed to twitch into a wink and suddenly he didn't seem like a delivery guy anymore. "Pardon my French. If you'll walk with me?" IC: Tali "Do I look like someone who buys dresses often?" She asked, gesturing to the jeans and T-shirt she was wearing. "Dallas, on the other hand..."

IC: "No, Dal, it's just what you would look like in James Cameron's world."

IC: "Hang on a second." Tali came running after Dallas and Card, throwing the bag-which-was-not-a-purse over her shoulder. "You honestly think I'd let my roommate and my, uh..." She looked at Dallas quizzically for a couple of instants. "...other friend go dress shopping without me?"

IC: "There will probably be cookies," Alyssa said. "And if there aren't, I'm sure SHIELD's budget can support a few boxes. Lord knows we've spent enough money on Twinkies." "I'd rather have them on the ground, but the higher ups decided that they shouldn't be down here until, well," she nodded her head at Tera's situation. "That doesn't happen anymore." "And that's the furthest thing from my aims. If you want additional assurance that I won't turn them into puppets, Agent Irena is welcome to come along, but he no longer has custody of you all."

IC: Alyssa shook her head. "Cookies aren't a thing I normally carry, unfortunately. A while ago I would have known-" She shook her head and responded to Mikhail's invitation. "Nevermind. Yes, thank you." A step forward and she was inside. "I've... I've been tasked with your case." It was plain she was nervous from the way her eyes kept moving around. "Command thought it would be better to have an agent closer to your age to help you adjust to life out here." "So, they've assigned us housing and training facilities on the Helicarrier. You too," she added, turning to the girl who was currently dressed in a concrete shirt. "They thought it unwise to split you three up. Provided you want to come-" And then the shirt incident happened. Alyssa's cheeks turned a little bit red but she just smirked a bit. "And how could you resist?"

IC: Nate finally looked up from a particularly riveting article on hydroponics and tossed Leah what looked like a Swiss Army knife on steroids. "I know there's a pair of nail clippers on there somewhere," he said by way of explanation. His glance fell back to a diagram of an irrigation system. "Just don't get aids on my knife. Half of those attachments are brand new."

IC: Tali looked up from her stinging hand, and at John. "Someone had to." She turned and walked after Dallas, following him and the others at a slight distance to Lilliana's room.

IC: "..." "No, but I can with my mind." It was impossible to tell if Betsy was serious.

IC: Betsy smiled appreciatively. "Pit stops I can handle. I'm not any more eager to confront the corn abyss anymore than you are." "Thanks, Warren." OOC:Tali in the morning.