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IC: Serka - New Atero (Parking District) She smirks and hooks one of the axes on her back. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she says as she pushes past toward the ship. IC: Mirror - Tesara Marketplace Mirror looks up at the gentleman in question and smiles. "Hey, I know you. You're that... uh, fruity guy!"

IC: Ailun - Moa (New Atero) Ailun looks up at her hopefully. "You could?" He pauses as he hears engines outside. "Huh. Looks like you aren't the only one." He slips past, running with practiced ease through the maze of pipes and corridors. IC: Fifteen - Iron Fist She hardly noticed the passing of distance, nor even what was going on around her as she tinkered, something new taking shape from the scraps. IC: Serka - New Atero (Parking District) She stalks up closer to the fish. "Listen pal, we can do this with or without your cooperation. If you aren't going to help, make our job easy and step out of the way." She raises an axe, a single stroke away from his neck. "Capiche?" IC: Mirror - Tesara Marketplace Mirror steps up behind Jira with a respectful nod. "Captain Jira? Is... is everything alright?"

Let's get some familiar faces in Tesara... Name: Mirror Species: Mimic’s Species Gender: Male Powers: Photographic Reflexes, allowing him to instantly and perfectly recreate any physical feat he observes. This only applies to movements, and cannot duplicate elemental, mental, or innate abilities, however he also has a set of implants that allow him to manipulate magnetic fields using his own physical energies. This allows him limited elemental mimicry with magnetic materials, as well as magnetic propulsion and repulsion. Gear: His Shard Lance, a polearm with a swordlike blade and a long hilt, capable of replicating a wide variety of attacks. Its blade has been polished to a mirror sheen, and Mirror is obsessive about keeping it this way. Personal Aircraft: Ricochet Allegiance/Role: Tesaran Guard Appearance: Being of the same species, Mirror looks very much like Mimic. His reptilian head is covered by a silver helm with a set of fangs in the front and ear-like protrusions in the back. He has a wide, armored chest and powerful, yet agile, limbs that are able to quickly adapt to many fighting styles. His primary colors are deep blue with black and silver armor covering it. Personality: Mirror’s mild manner and hints of anxiety do little to betray the skilled fighter he is. His photographic reflexes help him adopt fighting styles, even in the middle of a battle, perpetually growing his knowledge and skill. However, he is still uncertain of himself, unsure of exactly how he has managed to get this far. Most of the other guards think of him as approachable and friendly… if a bit odd. Bio: Mirror woke up one day in a shattered village. No two bricks were left together on the building he could only assume had been his home. All around were bodies similar to his own, crushed by falling debris or killed in the panic. Those of his friends that were still alive had long since left him for dead. But he didn't know for sure, because he couldn't remember anything. Not even his own name. He wandered the universe for years, searching for some way to reclaim the memories that had been taken from him, or the friends that had left him. Along his travels, he met one like him, a Dark Hunter named Mimic, who showed him how to unlock his photographic reflexes before running off to another mission. Left more confused than grateful, Mirror continued his own quest with a new name. Now, the few familiar things he knew have been taken from him, and Mirror has been struggling to find his way in this new world. His abilities earned him a place on the Tesaran Guard, and he’s happy to continue that venture, protecting those whose morals match his own. Personal Aircraft: Ricochet Model: Jetrax Weaponry: A pair of Pulse Bolt Generators mounted on each wing. Similar to those possessed by Garan, they fire slow-moving but powerful energy shots that grow with distance. He also has a Kanoka launcher with mid-level Freeze Disks on the bow. Appearance: The Ricochet is a long, sleek Jetrax with razor-sharp silver edges and dark blue paint. Its most notable feature is its VTOL engines, mounted on a swivel to give the Ricochet the power of a Jetrax but with the maneuverability of a Gukko. It is capable of fantastic feats, many of which Mirror replicates from his quarry mid-chase.

IC: Melody - Hallways "W-we... separated after f-finding a f-few others... I h-hope you will b-both meet them s-soon!"

IC: Ailun - Moa (New Atero) "Even if I needed help... like I said, I'm broke until I can get a crew together and search the wastes again." He shrugs helplessly. IC: Fifteen - Iron Fist In just as short a space of time, Fifteen had pulled some small contraption out and was tinkering with its inner workings, assembling and disassembling them as they flew. Everyone had to have a hobby... even if everyone in Fe had this hobby. IC: Serka - New Atero (Parking District) She scoffs and twirls her axes. "Some of us can take care of ourselves."

IC: Fifteen - Iron Fist Apparently ignored (and enjoying it), she finds her way to a seat in the back corner and tries to wait in strict military fashion... it wasn't long before her fingers started drumming on her thigh armor.

IC: Melody - Hallways She nods. "Then welcome t-to the F-Fellowship of P-Peace..." IC: Canvas - Hallways "Where'd everyone else go?"

IC: Fifteen - Fe Hangar "Thank you, sir!" She runs off and brings the Hawk over as quickly as physically possible before walking into the ship herself, coolly regarding each of the others with a nod.

IC: Fifteen - Fe Hangar "Thank you sir. I look forward to serving you. Will I be needing my vehicle?"

IC: Ailun - Moa (Outside New Atero) He smiles and closes the door behind him as he leaves... and walks back into Erland. "Umm... did you want anything too?" IC: Fifteen - Fe Hangar She arrives back at the group she had seen, now much smaller as the others seemed to have moved on. She walks up to Xaril and snaps a crisp salute. "Guard Fifteen, reporting for duty," she says in a soft tone.

IC: Melody - Hallways "Y-you want t-to stop the f-fighting in the school t-too?" IC: Tear - Hallways Tear had slipped away while the others were talking. Whether or not they wanted to help her, she was a danger to everyone around her. Was Fate her only option? IC: Garrotte - Gym She emerged from the Armory brandishing a brand new blade... that looked an awful lot like her last one. "Much better."

IC: Canvas - Hallways "He wants to know about the Fellowship!" Canvas cuts in. IC: Melody - Hallways "Oh? R-really?"

IC: Ailun - Moa (Outside New Atero) "Very well... captain." He grins as he leads her up the ladder to the grand Captain's Quarters... which really was just a room about twice as big as the others and an actual, albeit threadbare and lumpy, bed. IC: Fifteen - Fe As she returned to her home, Fifteen noticed the streets were abuzz with some sort of news. Everywhere she turned, someone was talking about "a grand expedition," "a rare opportunity," "Xaril himself," and "Cliffside." It suddenly clicked what that gathering in the Hangar was... around the Iron Fist, the most prestigious craft in all of Fe, and its pilot, Xaril himself. Though she was officially off-duty and had planned to spend the evening tinkering with some odd mechanism or another, Fifteen turned back around the way she came. It was her duty to protect the interests of Fe, after all. IC: Sekra - New Atero (Parking District) "Our mutual friend here," she gestured to Joe, "said you would be generous enough to loan it to us, so we intend to pilot it, with or without your help."

IC: Melody - Hallways "Melody," she said softly, with a grin to put him at ease.

IC: Ailun - Outside New Atero (Moa) "Careful!" he reiterated as they dove deeper into the airship, with even Ailun having to squirm through a few tight spaces before they found a ladder. "Crew's quarters are right up here! They're, uh... all open, so pick one you like." IC: Sekra - New Atero (Parking District) She stood and brandished her axes. "Sorry fishface, but you've found yourself in the sad position between us and a heap of loot. Why don't you step aside before something unfortunate happens?"

IC: Garrotte - Gym "Well, let's arm up then," Garrotte said as she paced the rest of the way into the Armory and began looking around. IC: Melody - Hallways With that, she turned back to Canvas with a pleasant smile. "N-nothing!" IC: Canvas - Hallways "Oh, by the way, this is Dormirahk... he wanted to meet you." Canvas stepped back to let her conspirator forward.

IC: Ailun - Outside New Atero "Come on then," Ailun says as he takes her by the hand. "Watch your head though..." IC: Fifteen - Fe Hangar As she finishes her checks and finds the Hawk in pristine condition, Fifteen looks up to find a small group of citizens gathering nearby, including the one who had questioned her and the guard she had served with. Not wanting to be caught up in... whatever it was, she slipped away back to the privacy of her own home. IC: Sekra - New Atero (Parking District) Sekra pulled out one of her war axes and got to sharpening it as she waited, though as it turned out, she didn't have to wait long. She had to choke off her chuckle as she watched their benefactor get tossed out on his grimy rear. Time for the show.

IC: Garrotte - Gym "That was a joke," Garrotte said, with absolutely no hint that it was. "I like fighting about as much as she does. But I'd hate to run around here unprepared." IC: Canvas - Hallways Tear seemed to be leading the way... though where she was going, Canvas couldn't begin to fathom. The small Rahk didn't even seem to notice she was being followed. Out of habit, Canvas got distracted memorizing her short, slumped gait, the detailed patterns along her back. What would it be like to play as someone with two voices in their head... "I dunno. What were you guys doing?" she asked Melody, snapping out of it. IC: Melody - Hallways "Are you d-doing b-better?" she asked Sim.

IC: Ailun - Outside New Atero He grins. "It just so happens I'm looking for a crew. If you want, I can show you to the room that would be yours." IC: Fifteen - Fe Hangars Well that was easier than she thought. Apparently some people could respect her wishes not to talk.

IC: Fifteen - Fe She nods silently and continues working. If he hadn't known the answer to that question, he wouldn't have asked it in the first place.

IC: Tear - Infirmary She looked at Spindle pitifully. "No, it's my fault... I'll go..." She was feeling better than he was anyway. IC: Melody - Infirmary She looks at Tear leaving and pulls back from Canvas. "It is p-pretty c-crowded in here..." She follows Tear out. IC: Canvas - Infirmary As Canvas follows the others, she grins at Percy who had just arrived and flashes Kat's red and black patterns.

IC: Canvas - Infirmary She grins as well and rushes up to Melody with a hug. "I'm so sorry... I can't wait to tell you about the night I had! But I'm just glad you're okay!" IC: Melody - Infirmary "Y-yeah, Sim j-just had a little accident... and w-we found a n-new friend here too." She gestures to Tear, and Canvas gives her a reassuring smile. IC: Tear - Infirmary "You don't know him any better than I do!" Tear cried. "I know he might be, but... it's all I have to go on!" IC: Garrotte - Gym "They're pretty good," Garrotte remarks as she watches the matches conclude. "Maybe with a proper sword I could join them." She idly flips a bottle of poison in her hand.

IC: Ailun - Outside New Atero "Well, like I just told..." Ailun suddenly notices the Glatorian that had helped them out earlier had left. "...well, that guy... I don't have any money." He shrugs helplessly. "Besides, I'm quite handy myself! I built this ship from scrap!" IC: Fifteen - Fe That was that. Another shift over. Fifteen followed the typical maneuvers that served to mislead any who might be following before finding her way back to the hangar. With little else to do, Fifteen slowly slid off her Hawk and looked it over for the fiftieth time. There was never anything wrong, but it never hurt to check... IC: Sekra - New Atero (Anvil Bar) With a rustle of cloth and clank of armor, Sekra gets to her feet to follow.

IC: Tear - Infirmary "He... he said... he doesn't hate us... he hates M-Makuta... our Mother." IC: Canvas - Infirmary Canvas takes a deep breath and steps inside. She glances around... and freezes as she sees Melody and a few other other familiar faceplates. "Melody?" IC: Melody - Infirmary She turns, smiling as she recognized Canvas. "Th-there you are..."

IC: Melody - Infirmary "And what makes y-you so sure?" IC: Tear - Infirmary "I... talked to him," Tear cuts in. She looks up through bleary eyes. "When Lucid was in my mind, I actually talked to him..." IC: Garrotte - Hallways Garotte steps in beside him. Contrary to her companions, she was quite fascinated by the tournament, but she forced her eyes off it to look at the Armory. "I should probably go get a new sword." IC: Canvas - Infirmary She pauses at the door and looks at Dormirahk. "You ready?"