Dane-gerous

IC: Zai - Zakaz, Tactical Panda II Zai looked on top of the world for a brief moment. Any jealousy for Korio or even Yso had been melted by Yumiwak's touch, and her grant for an opportunity to prove herself again. She almost absent-mindedly nodded to Yumi's further question, her insecurities voided for the time being as she displayed a smile for the first time in a long while. It was her chance, now. And she would do as promised. Exactly as promised. OOC: @EmperorWhenua @pokemonlover360 @Tarn IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Wastes (Outside The Van) The Fa-Matoran nodded, awkwardly pressing the barrel of the rifle to the chassis of the lightning streaked van. That's close enough, right? OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid IC: Vent - Zakaz, The Tunnels The Kanohi, especially for Vent, took a lot of concentration to maintain. So, as they held onto their temple, desperately trying to keep the Mesi glued to the ground, they didn't see the elemental attack coming. Vent yelped as they were flung backward in a rainstorm blast, knocked to the ground and dazed. ... ... "That's the Vahki, karz, we gotta run! Leave the stuff, we can't carry that!" "But we just-" "Vent, wait, duck!" "WHA-" CRACK! OOC: @Burnmad @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend @Snelly

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Wastes (Outside The Van) She nodded, grinning. "You'll probably want back in that van now though, darlin'?" OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Wastes (Outside The Van) Mega scratched her head with a free hand, unsure of what to say or how to phrase it. "Well...Yaushe here is a bit of a poltergiest, I guess. Is that right, darlin'?" She almost looked embarassed trying to explain it for her. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place (Sacrifice) Falh's knife of ice had carved through Datrox's flesh, cutting out his heartlight as neatly as the Ko-Toa could afford. A hand rested on Datrox's shoulder, gently, as this happened. If he was to awake, he'd want a hand to softly guide him into the oblivion he was about to face. Then, Falh reached...and grabbed. ... ... ... Fluids soaked the Apex's white hand as he grasped Datrox's fresh but dull beating heartlight. He turned, staring at Tuakana with his blood gaze. "Do as promised." OOC: @Tarn @Eyru IC: Vent - Zakaz, The Tunnels "Hey, no fair!" Vent yelled, hopping off their board and quickly activating their mask with intense conentration in an attempt to increase the gravitational pull of the ground to the Mesi trying to hurt them. If it worked, they'd essentially be glued to the spot. OOC: @Vezok's Friend

IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place (And It Begins) The ice knife was still cold in his hand. Suddenly, Falh dropped to one knee beside his former friend, grasping his face a final time. He hoped to make it quick, Datrox didn't deserve to suffer. Icy blade gently tracing the outline of the Ta-Toa's heart, Falh suddenly plunged it downward, into his fellow Toa's flesh. Your power shall feed my own. OOC: @Eyru @Tarn

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Wastes (Outside The Van) "You ain't wrong, bless his heart." Mega laughed. "You, uh, want out of this thing now? Can't imagine it's all that comfy." She glanced to Zsann, smiling politely. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Vent - Zakaz, The Tunnels Hearing the victim's shout, Vent's trajectory on the board curved as they soared towards the large Mesi that had him captive. "Hey! Time out!" The Tiokaha yelled, rhotuka firing from their mechanical arm and blasting towards the large Mesi in an attempt to get him to let go of the blue armoured warrior. OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Burnmad @Snelly @Sparticus147 IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Wastes (Outside The Van) "Well..." Mega paused for a minute, picking her rifle (and by extension, Yaushe) up again. "Tri was goin' someplace, weren't he? That there other settlement, Metru-Koro." She smiled at the thought of the awkward Bo-Toa for a moment, before coming quickly back to reality. "Was hopin' he'd be the one to ask me out but plans change, hey?" OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van "Van's was outta gas. Poor Yaushe was pushing it along all by her lonesome." She opened the back doors of the van again, sliding the empty jerry can under the seat again. "But we're all good now, ain't we?" She managed a grin. "Ya'll had a think about where you wanna be goin'? Cause uh...I got no clue myself, personally." Mega laughed, covering up the complete loss of objective she felt. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Zai - Zakaz, Tactical Panda II "Allow me to be the one to bring her in. I am strong enough, far stronger than any lowly Mesi and I know I am ready. I will make this warrior bend to your will, as your hand." Zai asked, trying her best not to sound desperate. Whether the Ta-Skakdi was desperate or deluded was another story entirely. But she had to make up for her previous shame at the hands of her fellow lieutenant, and yet again remind Yumiwak of her worth as her trusted enforcer. OOC: @EmperorWhenua @Tarn @pokemonlover360

IC: Mega - Zakaz, Refilling The Van "I'm uh..." She was about to continue, but turned when she heard a loud crash and the van rumbling, followed by a disgruntled looking Fa-Skakdi. Zsann had woken up, then. Mega smiled at her newest friend, patting the van as put the cap back on the jerry can and closed the fuel cap on the van, the fuel having been filled. "Howdy, sweetie. You rest good?" OOC: @A-tak-nid @ZippyWharrgarbl IC: Zai - Zakaz, Tactical Panda She was going to be left behind. She needed to prove herself, establish her rightful place over Korio and especially this new warrior. She had to make a play, she was Yumiwak's trusted lieutenant and enforcer. Zai took a deep breath, neurotic eyes going straight to Yumiwak's as she mustered confidence. "My lady, might I make a request?" OOC: @EmperorWhenua @Tarn @pokemonlover360

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van "Yeah, I was plannin' on givin' it a good clean once I got back to..." She trailed off. "Yeah. Anyhow, sit tight. Ain't gonna take me two minutes." Mega gently leaned the gun against the van before opening the fuel cap of Yaushe's former vessel and even more gently began to pour the fuel. "You okay in there?" OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van She took her rifle, ejecting the mag and round loaded in the chamber, gently putting the bullet back into the ejected magazine. "No safety, so unloaded'll have to do, darlin'. Don't you worry, I'll take care of you, alright? You sure did to me." And with that, the Fa-Matoran opened the rear doors, stepping out with her half-full jerry can and standing outside, by the fuel cap. Awkwardly, she tapped the van with her rifle barrel, unsure of how this might work. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van Mega looked very concerned, looking out the window for a moment. "Now hold on...Yaushe...we're still a ways off from anywhere." She pointed out. "Ain't gonna take long, you can get yourself into my rifle for a minute whilst I do that. Right? That'd work?" She hoped it would. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van A beat. "Ain't that...usin' your Toa energy, or what not? You don't gotta do that, sweet thing, I'll get out real quick and give you a refill." The Fa-Matoran smiled, genuinely. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van She rubbed her eyes, shifting but being careful not to wake Zsann, who was beginning to sprawl out under the blanket a little. "...You need me to give you a good lookover? I got half a jerry can with your name on it." Mega smiled, but felt a little guilty. Yaushe had carried them all this way. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van The Fa-Matoran's eyes inched themselves open, as she lifted her head from Zsann's shoulder for the moment. Getting snug up to a Skakdi shouldn't really have been as relaxing as it had been. Eyes still baggy under her Ruru, she looked to Yaushe, beginning to get a little worried. That sound. Even in her still-exhausted state, she knew something wasn't right with the van. It almost sounded like Yaushe was...panting? Was Yaushe okay? Was she out of fuel, maybe? "...Yaushe? Ya doin' okay, darlin'?" Mega asked. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

Name: Julia-G101 Species: Human Gender: Female Age: Chronologically 21 (born in 2537) biologically about 17 years of age. Appearance: 202cm in height, 121kg in weight, Julia carries the unbelievably fit and powerful body boasted by Spartan III augmentations and training. Seen in armour, she’s clad head to toe in navy blue and gunmetal colours, her GEN 2 armour resembling retro SPI equipment, with her bowie knife on her back similar to traditional SPI knife mounts. Her helmet is a classic CQB design. Out of armour, due to her age she’s quite youthful in appearance, though carries a hard stare that often makes her appear older than she actually is. She has jet black hair that is tied up in a short ponytail, and pale-ish skin (though not nearly as pale as Artur). She has a small silver scar above her lip to the left of the mouth, from a knife slash given by an Insurrectionist who didn’t go down when he should have. Her eyes are hazel. Rank: Spartan, Headhunter Personality: Julia-G101 is “no-nonsense” at a glance. She’s probably everything a Headhunter should be, concise, professional and largely impersonal. A sharpened sword ready to be used for whatever purpose deemed necessary. She’s good to work with, and isn’t asocial, but not many really see anything other than the soldier persona she initially projects. It’s through her interactions with Artur-G013 that some of her more unorthodox traits come out. For one, whilst she often feigns exhaustion of her partner’s tics and quips, more often she’ll bite back with sarcasm of her own, and sometimes throw admittedly half baked quips into the mix herself. The two don’t exactly communicate traditionally as well adjusted adults would, but there is an unspoken close relationship that likely connects the two as well as prevents the both of them from falling into their pitfalls. After a psychological profile following the events of the mission where she met current partner Artur-G013, a couple of those pitfalls were highlighted. The most notable was complete unwillingness to talk about feelings of her experiences in training or prior to recruitment to counselors and consultants. This is the only instance of resistance to authority in her patterns and this is due to an innate fear of failing or breaking under pressure, especially in front of authority figures. She is unfailingly consistent about taking her meds as a result. Her occasional engagement with Artur is likely beneficial to her mental state as a result, as she does not feel she has to project as much around him. As an offhand and unusual note, Julia has expressed interest in acquiring Sangheili tech for regular use, specifically in the energy daggers that Zealots commonly used in combat when the Sangheili were still largely sworn to the Covenant. Whilst this has been shot down repeatedly, the interest still remains and she does occasionally bring it up, albeit in a semi-joking fashion. She also has a very faint German accent, though largely phased out over the years, some pronunciations of particular words reveal it a little bit. Background: Born in the year of 2537, as far as anyone knows, Julia-G101 carries the same old story. Dead parents, offer of vengeance, implantation and training. Inducted into Gamma company, Julia excelled in combat training and hand-to-hand combat in particular, and her skills were quickly picked up. Put into Headhunter specialized training, soon enough she was deployed into combat. Serving as the close quarters and retrieval half of her pair, her skills were utilized almost solely against insurrectionist forces. Stealing intelligence and putting a bullet or knife in insurrection leaders was what she did best, and in multiple missions she did just that. Of course, in 2552, things took a different turn. Her first brush with the Covenant was with a two pronged mission with another operative duo, one of whom was later to become her partner, Artur-G013. The mission was to investigate a possible alliance between an insurrection cell and a Covenant battlegroup. The two groups had been communicating and coordinating for some time as means of causing mutual chaos for the UNSC, with a vague promise to stay out of each other’s way. It didn’t take a genius to know that the alliance would not last for a long period of time, but the UNSC couldn’t sit and wait for the alliance to dissipate. The investigation led to a colony not unlike The Rubble where the human insurrectionists and Covenant-aligned pirates, consisting mostly of Kig-Yar, had set up a trading port inside a hollowed-out planetoid. The two Headhunter pairs were given three goals to achieve once sent in. Eliminate the leadership of the insurrectionist cell and the Covenant battlegroup. Recover the intelligence for ONI examination. Destroy the secret colony. It didn’t go quite that smoothly. Julia-G101 and her partner having been responsible for the Covenant part of the equation, they were discovered by the Kig-Yar and forced to fight as a similar situation occurred with Artur-G013 and his partner and the Insurrection. The place was put on lockdown, and with Julia’s partner dying about a day after discovery, Artur and Julia were forced to work together as an improvised pair. However, successfully managing to remain hidden in the shadow colony, the two worked extremely well, and were able to arm multiple explosive charges at structural weak points in the planetoid. The next few days were difficult, but their will and the help of vaguely legal stimulants kept their eyes peeled and their sanity straight. The pair was able to assassinate the ringleaders of both groups and recover the intelligence that they planned to trade. Setting the charges to blow, they made a run for the port and commandeered a “borrowed” Pelican from the Insurrectionists, escaping by the skin of their teeth. Meeting with a Prowler at the edge of the system after successfully completing their mission, they were reassigned in a Headhunter pair together and were taken to UNSC space to be patched up and given a psychological evaluation. The war having ended with victory for the UNSC soon after, the pair were put into the BINARY system as Headhunter partners and now work together to this date. Equipment: Similar to her partner, Julia wears a set of MJOLNIR GEN 2 armour that was designed for former Spartan IIIs in mind. Whilst possessing an active camo module more in tune with UNSC tech, it mostly functions identical to conventional GEN 2 armour, with strength enhancing capabilities and energy shields typical of the design. The appearance of said armour mimics almost identically what her SPI looks like, with the distinctive legionnaire-mail aesthetic of the armour but with her equally distinctive CQB variant helmet that she chooses to wear. She also situationally has access to her old SPI armour, which looks almost identical in appearance (CQB helmet and all) which has all of the caveats of the retro armour (most notably, the photo-reactive capabilities of the original armour) albeit with a low powered energy shield. M20S SMG (Identical to common M20 SMG but suppressed) MA5K Carbine (when required) M45 Shotgun (when required) M6H2 Tactical Magnum (Suppressed) Whilst Artur traded his knife for a tomahawk, Julia held onto her trademark bowie knife that she uses with efficiency when required. Personal Medical/Trauma Kit Skills: Infiltration, stealth, close quarters combat and retrieval. Flaws: Julia is impersonal and difficult to get to know past the mission and things immediately relevant to it. Whilst she communicates somewhat more intimately with Artur-G013, this can lead to situations where team members may feel she is somewhat cold. She also has limited experience with Covenant forces, being more experienced with Insurrectionists and human threats. She shares the illegal augmentations that all of Gamma company received, meaning she has to take Smoother anti-psychotics (though due to her Headhunter status she was granted an implant that administers them automatically, with periodical replacement). These stop her from going into a berserk rage that prevents her from distinguishing friend from foe, but can be overridden at the severe mental cost, allowing for increased strength and durability.

IC: Vent - Zakaz, The Tunnels Surprised by Varian's sudden attack, Vent shrugged, putting down the Mahi in their hands and throwing their hoverboard forward and jumping on, from the vantage point. "You leave Blue Guy alone, you slowpokes!" The Tiokaha yelled down to the Mesi, the cave echoing the blast of air from the board as he shot forwards, toward the gathering scene. OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Burnmad @Sparticus147 @Snelly

IC: Vent - Zakaz, The Tunnels They crouched behind their new friend. "...Prov, that thing that Zak had. What was it?" They whispered to Providence, keeping a tight hold on Rufus, who was remaining miraculously quiet OOC: @Burnmad @Vezok's Friend @Snelly @Sparticus147 IC: Zai - Zakaz, Tactical Panda Zai nodded, but it wasn't hard to discern that her feelings on the mission weren't particularly positive. "She shall be yours, my lady." OOC: @pokemonlover360 @EmperorWhenua @Tarn IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place At this, the Toa looked surprised, but extremely intrigued. He could...keep Datrox alive? He wouldn't have to take his friend's life? The idea was almost too good to be true. He had little interest in the things that Tuakana wanted, most likely, but if the power she required would also strengthen him... "What must I do to Datrox?" He spoke, more softly. OOC: @Eyru @Toru Nui

IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van Sure enough, before long Mega's heartlight slowed and she drifted into a long awaited snooze. The worries melted away, like snow in a delayed spring sun. Zsann, if she was still awake, might notice the Matoran leaning against her gently for support. A recent friend, perhaps, but one the Fa-Matoran already greatly valued. As was Yaushe. The only things she could hold onto. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place He frowned, staring at the being. "I am tired of your assumptions." He growled. "What are the terms of this bargain? Answer concisely, or you will join my former friend here." OOC: @Eyru @Toru Nui IC: Mega - Zakaz, The Van It was only when Yaushe suggested sleeping that Mega realized how tired she was. It had been upwards of two days since she last slept, and as she gently let go of Zsann, smiling gratefully, she looked down to the compartment, seeing a few old but comfortable looking blankets above. "T-Thank you, Yaushe. I figure sleepin' here's as good a spot as any." Mega sniffed again, wiping her eyes and breathing in, before reaching down to pick up a Matoran sized blanket, wrapping it around herself almost immediately. It felt odd, but quite comfortable, as she leaned against the van and tried to get as snug as possible. "You got super taste in fabric, Yaushe." Mega chuckled, folding her arms and closing her eyes momentarily, trying to relax but failing for the moment. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Mega - Zakaz, Leaving The Scrapshop She didn't protest when Zsann hugged her, simply sobbing into her chest as the van drove on. Mega didn't know where they were going. At that moment it was difficult to think about anything. She didn't want to leave the van ever again. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place "...And if I was interested?" Falh's eyes tracked Tuakana, curiosity brimming. OOC: @Eyru @Toru Nui IC: Mega - Zakaz, Leaving The Scrapshop As Yaushe said this, Mega's eyes began to well up in an uncontrolled burst of emotion. A tear trailed down from her eye, followed by a few more. Her head fell into her hands, and she cried. "I-I'm real sorry, y-ya'll. I'm sorry. I'm real, real s-sorry." She choked, sniffing as the tears came like an ocean all of a sudden. Breaking down in front of a Skakdi she'd only known for a short amount of time was certainly embarrassing, but she was too tired and upset for it to matter much. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid

IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place Her form irked him. What was she? A god, a demon? The shadows whispered to him like they themselves were people, all stretching from this plantlife tangled being. The demon spoke of his mortality, his limited time. His stance shifted, his hand defrosting slightly as he glanced back to Datrox's form and back to Tuakana. "Hmph. A bargain?" Falh tossed his ice knife in the air with one hand, catching it with the other. "What would you offer, then, stranger?" OOC: @Eyru @Toru Nui

IC: Falh - Zakaz, Navu's Place His red eyes glimmered behind the Felnas. "My name is Falh, Toa of Ice. I am the League's reckoning. I am what our people are fervently afraid of, but what they desperately need. I am the Apex. I am Metru-Nui's rebirth." He flexed the fingers on his open hand, which was beginning to frost up with elemental ice. "I have killed, stranger. Before now, I took it lightly, as the people I slew were not people, but monsters. I do not take it lightly, now. But it must be done." He spoke almost as deliberately, his voice deep and proud. Falh was sure of himself, now. OOC: @Eyru @Toru Nui

IC: Mega - Zakaz, Leaving The Scrapshop She nodded, vaguely, trying to ignore the monsters staring at her. She didn't look at them, only at Zsann and then Yaushe. Having picked up a half-empty jerry can of fuel on the way out, she opened the van's backdoors, sitting it below one of the seats before climbing in herself. She didn't want to drive. If I was a Toa they'd have taken me seriously. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl @A-tak-nid