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Sana

The new project, a warrior specialized for marksmanship, taken off the streets by the Arena Corps.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen

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Birth Name: Unknown

Unit: A-06

Arena Name: Sana

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 130 Ibs

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Species:

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Green

Skin Color: Light Tan

Equipment:

-All fighters like herself created by the Arena Corps have a machine that stretches from the base of their neck all the way down their spine. It is flexible and thin, all for the round glass casing right behind their necks. This machine harbors an A.I that works together with the fighter. It works on a logic chip, helping the brawler to make the best choices when fighting and erasing shock when the fighter is injured. It also erases retaliation from pain that the fighter may feel so that they are not easily downed in the arena, drawing fights out to the last possible breath. However, the A.I became smart enough to doubt the intentions of the Arena Corps. To erase this doubt in both fighter and A.I, a smaller chip was implanted in the back, protected by a glass casing for show. Fighters are wired never to hit it.

-Any ranged weapon given to her.

Mutations:

-Farsight, not farsighted. She has the eyes of a hawk, and the same type of concentration.

-Sharpened logic

-Intelligent cellular body, allowing her not to regenerate limbs, but to be able to reattach them. It also has her able to regenerate lost blood at a faster pace.


History


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So begins...

Sana's Story

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It was her first time into Gambits, it was. No doubt, she found it to be strange, but she had seen far stranger creatures before, especially since being abducted by the Arena Mongers. They really could fabricate some strange, alien beings. It was all for fun of the fight, as well. Not that Sana understood it. She just worked for them, and not willingly. She didn't get a damn thing out of it but a home, either. Not a home she cherished or found warmth within.

However, here? In Gambits? Well, it was a hellhole, but it was better than the Monger ship by far. Some people just wouldn't realize it. This place actually had color, had excitement, had food...that had a taste. She had somehow convinced C-06 to allow her to come here. C-06 being that machine on her back that connected down her spine. Even with her long, vivid red hair, it could still be seen.

Well, might as well have a good time while she could. She would probably not get the chance a second time very soon.

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As the woman's hawk-like eyes planted themselves onto the counter, she began to slowly move toward it, feeling the reassuring weight of the pistol on her hip. She flexed her fingers, which were long and slender. Her red hair moved over her shoulder.

Then, with the speed of a lightning strike, she whipped around to land her eyes on the bug creature. She had seen him when she entered, but she did not think he wold follow her. She raised a brow, and C-06 made a series of clicks.

"Can I help you?" asked Sana, voice cool. Aside from speaking, she made no movement, no sound. She was like a statue.

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Sana's sharp eyes moved fluidly to the jester, who was as brightly colored and loud as the next. A-06 spoke to her, and since the AI was attached directly to her nervous system and brain, the voice could not be heard by anyone else.

'We really should leave. I don't enjoy bars, and these people are disturbing. I do not wish for you to interact with them.'
"Where's your sense of adventure, A-06? You've never been out of the arena in your life. Live it up with me." spoke Sana under her breath, letting the words slide from her lips. She then looked to Blackjack.

"The metal? It is a machine. And A.I. If you had been to recent arena battles, you'll see a big spaceship hovering around there. It's a company of Arena Mongers. I'm one of their fighters. A sharpshooter."
The intelligent robotic connected to her brain forbid her to say more. She directed her attention to the bug alien. "Iron? Well, you can't go outside in Wing City without a weapon, can you? Unless you want to be an easy target. Haven't I seen those too much?"

'There is a threat, Sana. Many threats.'

"I know."

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A smooth smile appeared on the woman's lips as Blackjack spoke. Oh, dear, if only he even knew. She rolled back her shoulders and took a seat. She did not lean back for the glass casing around the back of the A'I's control core, which was right behind her neck. There was a chip in there. It was important, and fighters were programmed never to have it come to harm.

"That is not an option, sir, I am sorry. That is also all I am being allowed to say. I cannot speak about the subject of my partner for very long." She crossed her legs. If he tried to break it, her reflexes would instantly have her working to protect it.

"And if it was taken out without will, I would die."

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'I told you.'
"Relax."

Sana did not seem worried about Blackjack's words. Not at all. Part of it was because it was mighty difficult to become worried with the computer strapped to her brain suppressing emotions. It kept her calm, kept her focus steady. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Flicker, but she said nothing about him.

"Unfortunately, even if I was willing, sir, I could not give it to you." There was a hint in her voice, and A-06 caught onto it. Both partners had an instant lock within their brains. Surely, Sana could say nothing now. Nothing more to do with this.

She watched the diamond clack onto the floor. She nearly laughed. "It's not a matter of bribing, sir."

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'Get out.'

Without a reply, Sana sighed. She then stood promptly, one hand moving to the gun on her side. She felt very brief panic, which told her that she needed to get out. She needed to protect A-06, if not herself. There was no way she could allow someone else to get the technology. Everything about the AI prevented her from wanting to.

"I will not be waiting. I will leave, and you will not be stopping me. Neither will your friends." It was a must. She would go back to the Monger ship. She wold escape. There was no other choice.

She attempted to bolt out of the door.

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The bright flash had Sana blind, but that did not deter her from trying to get through the door. However, the shield did. She fell into it, but she did not feel the pain from the impact. She turned her eyes toward Blackjack, even though it would be difficult to look at him. However, A-06 guided her fluidly. It saw where she could not.

'I will alert the Mongers, but they will be mad with us.'

"Like it matters. Call them!" She took the gun from its place on her hip, but from the words of the other joker made her hesitate. Well, it did not hurt to have it nearby. "You must release me. The Arena Mongers might not be happy with their project stolen and studied. They can track my position. They can track A-06's position, as well. You would be wise to release me."

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That was not an option. The rising urge within her to get out was growing, and it was not by her own choice. Her breath steadied, however. A-06 was one of the first. He was a trained warrior, and had lived longer than herself. He had many more years of experience, and she trusted him to guide her through this.

'Shall we enable the section of your brain to access psionic abilities?'
"I am not made for it. It will hurt us."
'He will hurt us, as well.'
Sana shook her head, gritting her teeth.
'A team of six are heading for us.'
"Time?"
'Seven minutes.'

How unlucky. Sana needed to get out quickly- before any of this man's 'friends' could get here. She looked for windows. Oh, he would probably wall them off before she got to them. She wondered, however, how much that shield of his could take...

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"Liar," spat Sana, narrowing her eyes to Blackjack. "Dirty liar. If I stole something I surely wouldn't come to a bar to flaunt it. I'm not an idiot." she replied, looking to Saidra. "I am just trying to get out, miss. I'm not doing anything else." She would have met the woman with equal language, but the AI had annoying standards.

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Without further hesitation, Sana decided to move outside. Not even a final glare was given to Blackjack. She simply needed to go. As she opened the door, however, it became stuck. Now was when she gave the sickening glare to the jester, her hand clenching around the gun. She would have to apologize to the other joker woman.

Not.

She walked forth towards Blackjack,t he gun right up against the shield. "Take it off. Now."

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'Two minutes. I am not in favor of this jester fellow. Not the woman, either. If you ever decide to visit here again, we must come much more prepared next time.'
"No kidding. Like you'd have me handle any of the weaponry outside the arena but this."

Slowly retreating her gun, her arm dropped to the side. She moved away from Saidra slowly. She was threatening the jester, which was good. She might be able to escape yet.

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Follow orders. Something Sana had been doing since her abduction by the Mongers. Coming here was one of the few things she had been able to do on her own free will. And A-06 shared feelings. The fact of the matter was that they could not carry actions out to their will. All was dedicated to survival and arena performance.

It would also be noted that Sana's armor was not scanty. In fact, she was not even wearing armor. She was wearing normal clothing. However, there was a good layer of kevlar beneath her shirt.

'They are soon here. I fear the jester is up to something. Step carefully and use your wits. You do not have equipment but the gun, and that is useless here.'

With a nod and a thanks to Saidra, she began to walk backwards, pausing at the door. Sketchy. Very sketchy.

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She did not wait much longer. Like a bolt, she flew outside, strong, powerful legs carrying her through the doors as quickly as she could manage. If she could just get close to the ship, then they had no chance of ever getting her or A-06. That was precious material. In fact, it would be better if she died and the AI survived to the ship.

'There are more out here. Can you feel it, Sana? They are close. But so are the fabrications. They shall deal with this matter far better than we.'

"Only because I have no equipment!"

Silence as she ran, her eyes piercing the alleyways and streets.

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Sana was not a born warrior, but a made one. She was the first of Arena Mongers to have an AI implanted years after she was born. She was the first plucked off the streets. She was the first unwilling target, for the fabrications knew nothing but arena life, and they had no intention of leaving it. However, with a strong pulse of energy flowing through her body, granting her an increased adrenaline rush far past human capabilities, there was a sensation brewing through her mind that she had to go to the arena. Not for her life, but the AI's. No one could get that technology!

'They should be here. They are along the alleyways. Keep running.'
"Got it."

However, as the pipes sprung up, the warrior did her best to dodge. Her quick reflexes and sharp eyes, plus a quick-thinking mind helped her get through the first few. A-06 was a strong AI, and they could cut off connections completely with anyone but his host, so the pipes would be the option.

Trying to cut into an alley before both pipes and the android could overwhelm her, she looked around. Where were the fabrications!?

As if to answer her question, a loud boom would echo through the sky. Landing on both her sides were six warriors, all packed heavily in armor. They were Monger guards.

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The guards had similar AI stuck to their backs as Sana did, but they had a much different mindset than the arena fighters. They all had mechanical armor, which could transform as they needed. However, the guards themselves had a few powers of their own.

As the armor began to squeeze them, magic filling the air, one of the guards raised their hand and made a fist. A strong anti-magic would attempt to break the spell, though even before the spell began to be cast, already three would be upon the House of Cards. One shifted the tech upon their arm into a gun with a function similar to an assault rifle and shot at the android. Another would expand their left arm, creating a three-inch thick shield made of steel. However, Blackjack would find that, some of the guards, even with piercing holes in their heads, would keep going. Just like zombies.

The fourth guard seemed to stay still for a while, however, they were doing much more than would thought to be. Their body glowed red, and a force would be thrown out toward the House of Cards to try and rival the one thrown toward them.

Sana? She kept running, but at the same time she was calling a Monger ship. They needed beaming up or something. This simply would not work.

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The guards fought on, the fifth crawling up one side of the building, flinging themselves into the air. The second they did, their body began to glow with a bright light. Before most would be able to realize, a very large, very powerful explosion. It would not take any notice of its friends, who would be damaged in the explosion, as well. Possibly killed. And with tough skin and armor, to have that blown away would be powerful, indeed.

Sana looked behind her, at the explosion, and cursed herself. The last guard had been following her, flitting along the shadows, hidden to most eyes. As the wires and everything else flung at her, the guard intercepted there where she could not dodge them.

'The ship should be here soon. Do not fret.'

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The second the man had drawn out his pistol, the woman already knew that she hadn't a chance. She dodged out behind the wall as the man spoke, hearing the loud bang of the bullets as they were shot. She held the gun tightly in her hands, clenching her fists as she thought of a way to escape...with Caja. That man had her brainwashed or something. There was no way a fabrication would willingly leave the Corps.

However, with Caja using herself as a meat shield and the man with the gun, she did not have many options. Sighing, she tapped on the wall, throwing the gun in the doorway.

"I surrender. I made a mistake. I thought you were trying to hurt her."

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Of course Caja followed. Of course. Lance might not understand why, but she did cling to him, did put herself in front of him. In fact, it was for a reason that even Caja did not understand herself. Her eyes were on the wall, looking for the woman.

There she was. Right on the floor. "The hell...did you bring me here for? Why the hell am I here? Why are you all doing this to me again!?" she cried out, dropping to her side. She rolled onto her back, trying to breathe.

"She must think she is back at the Corps. I do not think she understands, Lance." said Caja, slowly approaching the other woman.

The downed warrior spat blood. "Why should I be grateful for being imprisoned again?"

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"Is it not obvious? We are...back at the corps...someone took off A-06. This..." She heard him speak of Wing City, and of course the woman was genuinely confused. She looked up to him, eyes narrowing even in her pain. Blood poured into her lung, causing her to cough. Someone's home?

"You are not a guard? A..." she was cut off as she tried to keep all the blood within her body. So she had options. Be killed, or not be killed for a little price. What the hell did he think?

The girl nodded, crumpling onto the floor. Oh, what a horrible thing this was. She had been a warrior, albeit a reluctant one. The marksman of the Corps. A proud experiment, if a discardible one. But...at least...

At least her mind was free.

"Lance," said Caja, speaking softly. "I do not wish to see her dead. I apologize in advance for her misbehavior."

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Sana did not respond to Lance. However, she did get herself standing, and quickly, at that. She had lost blood, but it hardly affected her as yet. It was hardly her fault that the room was a mess, but she supposed, with that gun of his...she had no choice. She muttered something under her breath, something vulgar, but it was hushed. Briefly, she asked Caja where the kitchen was, then hurried off to clean.

She got shot, and then she had to clean. What the hell was this.

"New clothing would be sufficient. However-" Caja held back a smile. "Never mind. It is nothing important." Hurriedly, she went into the room and got a sheet, wrapping it around her. She and Sana exchanged glances before Caja followed Lance into the living room.

"What do you expect to do with her? I suspect she knows how to take care of herself."