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Marlo Revkel

Look. Either I heal you, or I kill you. You only get one option.

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a character in “A.N.G.E.L. The Eniknight War”, as played by JokerofSpades

Description

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Nickname: Corpse is the name everyone knows him as. Few know his real name, for he even does his role-call to Corpse.
Gender: Dude.
Age: 30
Allegiance: Artomidian
Rank: E-9 Chief Master Sergeant
Total Exp: 15 Next to level: 10
Level: 1
HP: 30/30
ATK: 5
Dice: 1D36

Physical Appearance: Marlo's not the kind of guy you would see in the military. He stands around 5'10, which is quite short for most men and weighs roughly 160lbs. His face is quite punctual, with the bags under his eyes never seeming to go away. His long grey hair is another oddity to many. His body is quite lean and toned, not very bulky at all. When not on the job he wears very formal clothing for some reason, but is always wearing his combat boots. A little something special for being in the military for so long, he was allowed to have red laces for his shoes. On his shoulder you will find his combat medical bag, which carries all the necessities he needs in life - some credits, at least 3 packs of smokes, his dozens of lighters, and some actual first aid supplies for healing on the field. He also walks with a limp, which the eniknight gets rid of.

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Named 'Undead Guardian', it is a red beacon of hope for the fallen, and despair for attackers. While it may not look it, Corpse's eniknight is a very nimble piece of machinery, designed for quick retrieval and protection. It's left hand is a collapsible shield, which is extremely durable against most gunfire (obviously mortars and missiles will blow him up...). In its right hand is a hunting knight, with a revolver on the side. Neither of those are his main weapons, for Marlo uses what he likes to call "Anti-Weaponry". His nimbleness and reflexes - which are top notch - coupled with a shield allow Marlo to get close to enemies and then bash them with his shield. If that doesn't work, a revolver will. Though he normally runs off.

Personality

Corpsey is completely indifferent, to sum up his personality. He is always melancholy, nonchalant, whatever word you may wish to use. Extremely lazy, he normally lounges around the base when off duty, sitting with other soldiers that started with him when he did (roughly 12 years ago). His social skills are completely botched, and he usually says very little around those he doesn't know or doesn't care to know. Blunt answers are all most people get from him. If Marlo is ever in a good mood, or has something go his way - FINALLY! - he becomes light hearted and cheerful, actually caring about what the people around him are saying and such. Catch him in a foul mood, talk about past losses or his family and he starts to cuss like a sailor, getting annoyed at anything. He won't change his stoic silence, but instead of saying lazy words he will swear at you, and will refuse any of your requests. Even his view on the Artomidian faith is in shambles, for he doesn't care anymore - everything to him is the same.

Many call him shallow for his indifference, but as the saying goes 'people deal with pain in different ways' He would rather forget everything that has happened to him, so he instead shuts everything out and acts like nothing matters to him. Besides his drinks and cigs. The reason Marlo is so bland is also because he truly hates his job. Never intending to be a field medic, Marlo loathes those that injure themselves because of carelessness or recklessness, and finds anybody that isn't useful expendable. This may be because of his own recklessness when he was younger. However, if you catch him on a good day - usually if he has a smoke in his mouth and you got injured for what he believes to be a legitimate reason - his bed side manners are actually extremely tame and calming. He understands the pressures of being a soldier, and tries to assist those wounded in battle as best he can.

For the wrap up: Marlo is a very blunt man that usually gives everybody 2 options: 'Deal with me, or don't. Cause either your on my stretcher, or dead.'

Equipment


Marlo rarely carries much of anything that has value to it.
~His only weapons that he carries on him - himself and his eniknight - are a thin knife and a revolver.
~His medical satchel is always on his shoulder, but most of its contents are packs of smokes
~Other things to be found in his bag are actual medical supplies, his collection of lighters, his money and that blasted little robot from his childhood.

History

He grew up with 2 scientists as parents on Artomidian, with his completely Solis background. They would spend most of their weeks in the labs, creating god knows what - they never told Marlo. Hell, they didn't even name the kid, he got the name Marlo from his cousin Jevin and his wife Roxy. You see, Marlo grew up with his 19 year old cousin and cousin in law since his parents didn't really plan for him, nor did they make any time for him at all. Marlo became quite self sufficient because of this, since Jevin and Roxy were either working as well, out drinking the night away, getting high in the back room or... Marlo didn't really want to know what in the bedroom. Anywho, the only thing that kept him company was a toy that his real parents gave him when he turned 9 - a little red robot. Unknown to him, Marlo’s parents were working with others to create eniknights.

Marlo kept the little action figure (as he called it) safe while life went on. By 13 however, Roxy died of major childbirth complications of her and Jevin's second kid, and Jevin committed suicide days later. Marlo was left all alone with a two year old named Piko. Once again shutting down most of emotions, he was shipped into foster care with Piko to live with an ex-soldier, who urged brought them up like soldiers. The funny part? Marlo actually enjoyed it. Never in his life had he been told what to do, and this massive switch in parenting was something he desperately wanted. When his foster father told him that this was the life of a soldier, he immediately signed himself up for the military on his 18th birthday. Going through training, they immediately noticed his high tolerance to pain, his extremely quick reflexes and especially his handwork: although his hands were smaller and more narrow, he was exceptional and using them against blades and fists.

However, things went sour fast. After 4 years of being a grunt and moving up the ranks - even earning the nickname Corpse for his lack of sleep and pain - his parents showed up. At 22, he didn’t care about them at all, but they then dropped a bombshell that turned him bitter quick: He had been bred to be a tester for a new prototype for the eniknights called ‘Guardian’ and it was exactly the little red robot he still held onto. When he turned to his superiors, they could only shrug, for this came down from the top. For the next 7 years, Marlo trained in the arts of medical practices (he found it strangely and extremely easily) and hated every minute of it. Now at Chief Master Sergeant, and with a limping left left (accident with a eniknight during his first time working it...) he still hates his life, but at least he has his drinks and smokes.

So begins...

Marlo Revkel's Story

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Character Portrait: Dr. Hugo Splietzer Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel
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You're attention, an emergency deactivation has been sounded. Please clear the lab floor. A medical team will be here momentarily. You're attention, an emergency deactivation has.....

Marlo threw his cigarette to the ground and readied up. It had been a long time since he had entered that damned room in front of him: He liked to keep out of it for many reasons. The most obvious being that it was painful being in one of those damned vats, and he would rather not remember it at all. Instead however, it seemed that he would be forced to go save some test subject's ass since he couldn't take the pain any longer. Wimp. Marlo shook his head as the doors opened and he rushed through with the other 5 losers in his on staff medical squad. Sure they knew what they were doing, and did a good job at patching people up, but that didn't mean they earned any respect from Corpse. Nope, you had to serve as a soldier to earn the trust of Marlo Revkel, and nearly nothing else could change that.

Corpse refused to handle the stretcher and instead rushed straight to the kid. He couldn't help his eyes and instead saw the other 2 eniknight initiates, Second Lieutenant Aerionelle Franz Remil and that Vage kid that Marlo hadn't a clue where Splietzer got him from. He quickly assisted the other medics, for they were moving much to slow for a kid - Senior Soldier Cyrus actually - who was probably going to die. That was, if they didn't hurry their slow asses up and let him do all the surgical work. Once they -slowly, painfully it seemed - got the oxygen mask on the kid, Marlo and the rest rushed him out of the room and into an open operating room.

15 minutes later, Marlo was confident the kid would live, so he left the rest of the boring surgery and such to the losers and headed to the elevator. While it slowly made its way up to the observation platform, he grabbed a cig out of his medical bag and lit it right as the doors opened to the room. He waved away a soldier who wanted to remind him that smoking wasn't allowed, and walked towards the Doctor and Shyv. She seemed to be reliving the entire freaking episode by the way she was carrying on, but he ignored her and stood a few feet from Hugo. Marlo then turned to face the window, watching the other two test tube dwellers, until he finally said.

"Cyrus is holding stable for now. Wouldn't be here if he wasn't." He gave a puff before continuing. "Not sure if he has what it takes. If any of them do really." He zeroed in on the Second Lt. and gave a puff. She might though.. Corpse mused, then rolled his eyes as he watched, his blank eyes never really turning from the glass, but not very focused either.

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Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Dr. Hugo Splietzer Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel
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#, as written by Tanman
"Cyrus is holding stable for now. Wouldn't be here if he wasn't. Not sure if he has what it takes. If any of them do really."

Laymin glanced up at Marlo, eying him – and his cigarette – for a moment. He’d be in for a rude awakening once Splietzer got his hands on the decontamination foam, and she grinned in guilty pleasure at the idea of Marlo’s annoyance. Still, that smoke was irritating, so she moved over to the far wall, deciding if she had nothing polite to say, she wouldn’t say anything at all. In her mind, Marlo was a dick. Or was it Corpse these days? Everyone seemed to call him that, herself included. Either way, she’d been inducted around the same time he had, so she recalled him by his real name – though she couldn’t quite remember who coined the moniker. To be honest, she hadn’t seen him in some time – a drastic change from her early days in the military.

He didn’t like her. Or at least, it never seemed like he saw her as anything more than an annoyance. Maybe she’d punched him at some point? It was so long ago, she couldn’t remember whether she’d gotten into a scrap with him or not. Still, during her initial days of service Marlo had been a godsend for both her, and the people she’d floored. No matter how much of a lazy douche Corpse was, back in those days, he’d generally been the one to patch her up – though he never seemed very happy to do so. His bedside manner left a lot to be desired, what with the way he always chastised her for starting stupid fights and on top of that, taking time out of his day to have to fix her up. He was probably relieved to have gotten all those promotions and left that hassle behind, but the brief moment they’d met each other’s gaze indicated he at least knew who she was.

After all, not all the memories were bad. When it came to a drinking buddy, Marlo was one of the few people who could hold his liquor to the same degree she could, and she’d been nice enough to shout him the occasional drink the first few promotions he’d gotten. Not that the asshole ever thanked her or repaid the favour. Then again, she never got promoted, so… Sitting up again, she decided that she was over thinking things, heading back over to Splietzer, Stone and Revkel. Folding her arms again, she continued to watch the finishing touches of the procedure. Contrary to what Corpse had said, she had a feeling Vage and Aerionelle would be just fine…

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Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Cyrus, Mezzerai Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Dr. Hugo Splietzer Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai
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=It was like a smog machine was turned on as the elevator door opened up and Corpse made his presence be known. Smoke began to fill the air around the production team while Corpse made his presence be known and reported the status of Cyrus' condition and his take on the remaining two subjects. It didnt take long before Dr. Hugo Splietzer began to hunch over hacking from the smoke saturated air. With itchy watery eyes narrowing Dr. Splietzer reaches for his decontamination canister, only to come to the realization that he was gripping air. He stands up to resume his poise stature as best as possible, shaking hands pushing the glasses back to rest at the tip of his nose.
It would seem I have left a vital piece of equipment downstairs, I shall be back momentarily, *cough* *cough* Dr. Yule, you are in charge until I get back, report any irregularities *cough* *cough* to me right away *cough*.


=His assistant Dr. Yule complies with him=
Yes, doctor


=With a swing of his lab coats tail, ironically unbeknownst to the doctor flicks the spit left by Laymin back at her, falling on her shoe. Dr. Splietzer quickly goes to the nearest sink and removes his latex gloves and scrubs his hands before reapplying two more sets, coughing chronicly as he does so and begins to push the elevator down button not one but several quick times as if his life depended on it. The opening of the door was a sight for sore eyes for him as he quickly entered it and stood with a prim posture, coughing one last time before the elevator door closes.=

=Captain Stones eyes shifted from his two newest soldiers going through this tormenting ordeal to that of yet another of his more seasoned subordinates Chief Marlo "Corpse," Revkel. Naturally like most people who encountered Corpse, the professional relationship between Captain Stone and Chief Revkel was a bit of a bitter one. Many times over Captain Stone would have loved to rip into this man for his defiant behavior, however his hands had become tied from doing so as medical staff with skills at Corpse's caliber has been extremely sparse and General Star has ordered her Deputy Commander to pick his battles with Revkel and to overlook some reprimandable behavior that Captain Stone would normally hang any other person up by their toes for.
Bothered by Dr. Splietzers leave caused by Corpses insistant habit, Captain Stone does not punish the man however does speak idoly in a synical tone to him as he pulls out what looks like a pager and begins punching in a few buttons with his thumb.=
You are certainly setting a good example for your subordinate Soldier Shyvell, over there Chief Master Sergeant.



=Meanwhile the extremely weakened and barely concious Aerionelle and Vage are nearing the end of this painful process. Their armors are practically complete leaving only the tiniest touches left to be completed that would not be able to be seen by the naked eye, mostly around the crystal embedded in the chestplate of their armor that houses it when not in use. Flickers of tiny lightening bolts of electricity dance over the top of them still while they attempt to recoup from the inflicted pain. At this point from the perspective of the observation room anyone looking upon them would not be able to distinguish the two apart, as both their armors look perfectly identical, the only thing to tell whos who was by their posture. Despite the torture she has undergone Aerionelle managed to stand on her feet the entire time while Vage was on his hands and knees looking down at the floor, his newly cybernetic wing system twitching around like the wings of a wounded bird.
Both the two can hear themselves breathing heavy however never before has their ears heard them breathing the way they are now, the sounds of an almost digitally echoing distortion is heard being associated with their panting=

=At this same time Vai hears a device in his pocket going off, a pager assigned to every eniknight along with the crystal that houses their armor. Upon glancing at the pager Vai would read a message from Captain Stone. Report to the eniknight lab's observation room, thats an order. -Capt. Stone

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Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel
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Shit.

That was the only word that Corpse could think of as the doctor spluttered his way out. Normally, he would put his cigarette out before entering the room where Splietzer was already present, for Corpse knew that the smoke irritated the man immensely . As soon as he made it to the elevator, he grabbed his cigarette immediately and put it out the only way he knew - sticking it into his left palm. Since they didn't want anybody leaving cigarette butts around the facility - they didn't really want him smoking in the first place - he learned to dispose of his little white sticks in a quick manner. After putting it out in his palm (it still was painful, regardless of how many times he had done it) he grabbed a metal canister out of his bag and threw the butt into it, then turned back to the rest of them. Captain Stone was also present in the room, something he hadn't realized entirely until he saw his unhappy face. Corpse's blank face changed only slightly, with a brow furrowing a little. He tried his hardest to not piss off his superiors, but some days it was either way too easy, or just not in his agenda. Thank the freaking Lord that he was useful, or that hotheaded Stone would try to beat his ass up.

Not that it would do much to Marlo, but it would be a drag, and a pain in the ass later on.

Shyv had moved away to the far wall moments earlier, and Marlo gave her a small raise of the eyebrow, but nothing more. To be honest, Marlo felt like Shyv disliked him quite a bit, which wasn't that unnatural for most. People just couldn't handle the fact that Corpse did what he wanted to achieve his goal, and didn't really care about much else. Granted, however, Shyv drank like a champ and she had earned the medic's respect for that, and even a little of his envy: Shyv rarely had to care about a lot of the paper work or the formality that came with being a Chief Master Sergeant. Plus, she wasn't forced to become some piece of shit medic just because she was 'destined to'. Suddenly, Stone felt like throwing in his own little slander at Corpse's habit in his own little way

You are certainly setting a good example for your subordinate Soldier Shyvell, over there Chief Master Sergeant. Corpse ruffled his brow a little, giving Stone a highly skeptical look before giving his own retort. "Not really a subordinate. Shyv survived the eniknight, same as me. Shyv just hasn't been promoted." He said blandly, before returning his eyes and noticing that the process was basically complete. He had to nod his head a little, not entirely expecting those two to even survive - the guy didn't look like he had, but Corpse could easily see his vital signs were fine. "Not bad, not bad at all." For a rarity, Corpse cracked a smile at the two, but that was simply because they had thought the pain was over.

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Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai
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(A little ambiance for ya :) ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MOQnIh_ ... re=related

=Vages eyes open again and is if he has died and been reborn into a new body he begins to see the same world but from a different set of eyes. To the edges of his peripheral vision he sees a bluish white code dancing down his view. He looks at his hands, fingers of which he moves around and finds they are completely covered in wires and plating.
(> I'm.... I'm.. alive?
=he thinks to himself currently unaware that his thought processes are being broadcast both through a communications link between eniknights and out loud within hearing range.=

=Vage would then hear the digitally distorted voice of Lt Remil following his observation=
(> "Heh.... heh.... So.... this is... an Eniknight... is it?"

(> who said that?
=Vage again thinks while his thoughts are projected out loud. As soon as he said that he tried to distinguish the voice and an amazing observation caught him off guard, the neural tap recognized his curiosity as a command and an audio wave with a loading bar going across it appears floating in Vage's view, before a small window pops up showing a portrait of Lt. Remil, with all the main stats of Aerionelle scrolling down underneath her portrait.
=Vage wanted to remove the picture and stats out of his view and pondered how he would remove it from view, It was then that the picture and stats vanished upon his mental request to have it removed, did Vage realize he is controlling these things with his eyes. =
(> Very cool... lets see what else I can try...


=Vage looked up at the observation room and can somewhat make out the figures in the room. He squinted in an attempt to see more clearer when a large window popped up in his field of vision magnifying his view of the occupants in the room 5 or 6 times and then refocusing for a crystal clear view, like that of a digital camera. He sees Chief Master Sergeant Revkel, as if he were directly in front of him. Not knowing who he is he questioned who the man was, and again a portrait of Corpse pops up with documented information scrolling below it. Again Vage closed the window. His glance then goes down to the bottom right of his normal field of view, seeing the word health with an ever changing number, both in red which quickly change to orange. Upon closer observation he sees the number as a percentage that is increasing, and soon turning to green.=
(> Could this be accurate? I am beginning to feel a lot better...

=Vage continues to watch the percentage climb: 83% ..87% ...90%... 92%.. =

{Aerionelle HP 35/35} {Vage HP 35/35}

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=Meanwhile back in the observation room Captain Stone, along with Corpse, Shyvell, and the scientist stand watching on and socialize though briefly with one another while the smoke enriched air begins to thin out. =
hmph... well perhaps you are on to something there Corpse..
=he says recognizing the medic had a good point referring to Laymin's potential=

=Soon after, the three Legionares hear the elevator ding, and the doors open as Vai makes his entrance. Captain Stone watches as Vai stays quiet by the door. A moment of silence falls over before the scientist are heard in the background confirming the processing being complete and follow it with cheers and applause. With the silence broken, Captain Stone walks over to Vai before greeting him with a question=
Did you bring your enicrystal?
=referring to the crystal that stores each of their eniknights in their photonic state=
=Before he lets Vai answer he turns around and faces the other two enikngihts=
Do you all have your enicrystals on hand for that matter?

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Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai
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#, as written by Tanman
The discussion of a promotion, even offhandedly like this was enough to bring the smallest flash of excitement to Laymin's face. Perhaps at last, her talents were going to be recognized and noticed! Well, maybe she was jumping the gun a little bit, but it certainly was a promising concept. She'd have to thank Marlo for the unintentional recommendation later. Smugly smirking as she scratched her nose a little, she proudly basked in the ‘glory’ of the moment, jokingly believing that the cheers the scientist gave were for her and not the newest surviving members of the Eniknight program. With her ego satisfactorily inflated, she almost missed Vai’s entry, quickly entering a salute as Stone called him over. Normally she’d greet with a title, but she wasn’t quite sure of much regarding the lieutenant. Everyone called him Vai, so whether that was his first, last, or nickname, she wasn’t sure. Hopefully it wouldn’t come up any time soon.

“Do you all have your enicrystals on hand for that matter?”

Laymin nodded, “Of course, sir.” Before unbuckling her right pant pocket and pulling out the gem. She was told to guard it with her life, and to keep it on her at all times, so naturally she hadn’t forgotten something so important. Perhaps less respectfully, she began tossing it in her hand, having it spin once before catching it with ease, repeating the motion. She was a little impatient, and her eagerness was manifesting in the way she continued to toy with the crystal, juggling it with the one hand. It looked like it’d finally be time to see what she could do - and if a good display here was all it'd take for a promotion, she wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by her.

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Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai
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Corpse simply nodded when Commander Stone brought up the fact that he was onto something. Damn right he was onto something. Shyv had been in the army almost as long as he had, and she was still a Grunt. Either somebody really hated the lady, or she was screwing up hardcore in every aspect. And the last time he was a grunt with the rest of them, he sure as hell didn't see her screwing up enough to keep her a basic soldier while he simply climbed the ranks with ease. Corpse heard the elevator give that ungodly annoying sound of a 'ding' and it slowly opened to reveal Vai, the shifty, shady character that spoke almost less than he did. Marlo never understood what was with Vai, but the guy could fight, so that was all he really cared about - the past was just the pieces of shit that happened before the present. He turned back to the glass, his left leg starting to pain him slightly as he did so. Another part of the past that he really hated was his stupid left leg, and it was all because his eniknight screwed up and malfunctioned, causing tendons and ligaments in his left leg to be tore. He was so pissed off that he nearly operated on himself, refusing to let anyone touch him until they put him under.

Before the Commander spoke again, out of the corner of his eye he could see Shyv bursting with excitement, to which he only gave a small grunt, instead of a smile or such. It was a happy grunt though - However, Marlo wasn't sure if that was even possible.

Did you bring your enicrystal? Marlo's brow furrowed slightly as the question was diverted towards Vai. Guessing at what Stone meant, Corpse opened his medical bag while the Commander asked if they had all brought theirs, to which Corpse simply nodded and produced the crystal the man spoke of - the little things were easy to lose and carried a shit-ton of equipment inside of them, not to mention cost a fortune. Corpse had a hunch that he would probably be suiting up soon to go teach the youngbloods how to run their eniknights. This was oxymoronic for him, for on one hand he was somewhat excited (same reason as earlier, teaching them that the pain wasn't over yet) but on the other hand, he didn't really want to deal with 2 soldiers that hadn't a clue what they were doing. It was like teaching children, which made Marlo shiver internally at the thought.

Even if Aerionelle was his commanding officer, Corpse didn't plan on giving her any any respect or mercy until she could earn it. Regardless of her reputation.

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Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Dr. Hugo Splietzer Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai
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Blah blah blah blah. The speech was really nothing more than a formality, so Shyv didn’t give it too much attention. That was probably evident in her disinterested body language, folding her arms and resting her head in one hand. Honestly, did he take them for children or something? It wasn’t like they’d be stupid enough to blow someone’s head off. Nah, she’d be quite happy to rough them up, and earn her new place on the team. Sure, the fight was a little handicapped, but Laymin was itching to get into the combat. She’d worked with Marlo before, so she knew he was reliable – But as for the Vai guy, she wasn’t too sure what to expect. Come to think of it, who was going to be in charge of their tactics? She knew it certainly wasn’t going to be her, but someone was going to have to direct their attacks.

Thoughts of the battle to come were interrupted as Vage made an embarrassing public display, the spectacle causing Laymin to snort in laughter and lose her stance slightly. If this comedian was going to be their opponent, the battle was probably going to be a snap - then again, Aerionelle looked pretty serious, so perhaps it was a bit early to be placing bets. As the Doc went over the logistics of the Eniknight use, Laymin drew out her own crystal, tossing it into the air and catching it once more as it flashed, sheathing her in the standard grey suit she’d come to recognize. Flexing her hand a bit, she tested everything was in order, before receiving the comm. link from one of her partners. “Reading you loud and clear, Vai.” Shyvell responded, doing some warm up punches to prepare.

“Corpse, you set too?” She asked eagerly, ready to get the whole thing underway. Satisfied with the performance, she turned to the other two. “’Cuz I’m thinking we need a game-plan. It’d be embarrassing to lose to these rookies.” Cracking her knuckles, she waited a moment to see if either of them would take point of command.

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Corpse didn't listen to the speech by Stone or the Doctor much, he already knew the rules. Beat each other up, but no maiming. It was really that simple, and Corpse wasn't sure why they had to go over everything like he or the other 2 didn't know anything. Corpse understood that the information might be useful to the two young-bloods over there, but if their coms had been blacked out to the opposing team, then why not just tell the ones that needed to hear? Corpse gave a sigh of annoyance, wishing he could grab a smoke right now. However, smoking inside his eniknight wasn't always the best thing to do - smoked up the little space that he had so he couldn't see a damned thing. So he didn't grab one out of his bag, instead just flicked his lighter

He watched as the new kid Vage put on what most people would call a humorous display by diactivating his eniknight without realizing that he wasn't wearing clothes. Corpse watched, highly unamused by the kid's display as he requiped. That kid... He is supposed to be an elite soldier. Please, he is shaking in his boots. Corpse knew that if they seriously wanted that kid to become an eniknight, he either was acting like a complete dumb-ass at the moment, or Dr. Splietzer was on drugs, along with Stone and the rest of the senators. He looked over to the other one, 2nd Lt. Aerionelle Remil. She had a much more focused look on her as she appeared to be discussing with the loser-kid on how to deal with three seasoned warriors. While she was technically his superior, Corpse had no doubt that she was completely out of her league in this case: She was a pilot, best in the boundless sky - and there was none of that right now.

Corpse grabbed his eniknight crystal and let it glow in his hands before creating his eniknight monstrosity, also known as the Undead Guardian. It added to Marlo's overall height immensely, and was probably the only time he felt somewhat tall. He cracked his neck as everything tweaked and settled in around him, and then the electronic crap in front of his face started flashing and all those wonderful things that came with technology. Once everything was in order - his wings were there, the red paint wasn't chipped from previous excursions, his shield was fine - Shyv popped up on his screen thing.

Corpse, you set too? Corpse simply nodded as she was doing warm up punches in her suit. He never could understand why people would warm up when inside the pieces of metal, since the eniknight would do all that crap for you in combat - all you really needed was the endurance and the skills. Letting her do her own thing, she spoke once more ’Cuz I’m thinking we need a game-plan. It’d be embarrassing to lose to these rookies. Marlo gave a huff of disapproval "If we lose to these two, I should retire. That Vage kid is pathetic, and Aerionelle is a sky pilot, not a ground pounder." He stated simply, before his little pause, and then he continued. "I'll give support - this is supposed to be as realistic as we can make it." He sounded slightly bitter with that last statement, still resenting the fact that he was a medic. Since he also was below Vai on the standings, he assumed that Vai would be calling the shots.

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Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Dr. Hugo Splietzer Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai
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(LOL no love at all, digging it)

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=Dr. Splietzer then gave the green light for the battle as he and Captain Stone clear the floor and make their way to an artificial trench located at the edge of the arena=
Then let us begin.


(Just to keep everyone updated when in the eniknight your HP and Attack is 5x greater than it would be if you were not in an eniknight.)
(refer to the OOC post for info on dice etc, or private message me if you need assistance :) )


***Battle***
***Worth 15 exp for survived victory or 10exp for default***
***Objectives: Defeat the three A.N.G. soldiers.***

***Roll for initiative (turn order) 1d100***



xEvil1xX rolls 1d100 and gets 54(54)

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#, as written by Tanman
((Tanman rolls 1d100 and gets 28(28).))

Laymin Shyvell
HP: 25/25
Dice: 1d35
Atk Dmg: 5


“Support, huh? Well, just watch my back while I beat in their face.” Laymin laughed, punching her fist into her other hand. Her confidence was a little refreshing, but at the same time, she was lacking focus for the battle ahead, little prepared for what was likely going to be a sudden beginning to combat. She was a close quarters fighter for the most part, and excelled at a physical brawl. That said, she aimed to close the gap as quickly as possible and start wailing on the nearest opposition. Maybe they'd all focus that person down - or split their forces so that the two didn't get time to cover eachother. Either way, she was happy things were finally getting underway, and she wasn't about to screw up her first chance for a promotion in a long time. "That is, unless there's any objections?"

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(Kumori rolls 1d100 and gets 21, probably last to go)

Level: 0
HP: 5/5
Dice: 1D20

Vai rolled his shoulders and neck to get everything loosened up. He'd been cooped up in the base for some time now and was eager to stretch out his body and get ready for what was about to transpire. Even though it was just training to help break in some newbies, he felt excited about getting to use his eniknight armor again. It hadn't yet begun to change forms for him, but it was still his and that was what counted.

He jumped a few times to make sure that the joints were all loose and flexible and did a few practice exercises for punches and kicks to get ready. He preferred to do close combat fighting and use energy daggers so it would be interesting to see how the newbies reacted to his fighting style. Typically energy guns were the way to go with most who were new to the suits, but Vai was a little more old fashioned than that so he wondered if they'd expect it at all.

This is Vai, everything is good on my end. Just waiting for the order to move. He said.

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(JokerOfSpades rolls 1d100 and gets 48)

HP: 25/25
ATK: 5
Dice: 1D35

Corpse scoffed at her eagerness. She was completely out of focus, and looked like she was 4 on holidays. He stretched himself out a little, then shook his head to loosen it up. While he did want to help Shyv show these rookies how a battle was fought in a machine, he needed to be cautious and treat this like a real-life scenario. Corpse was pretty sure many superiors would be upset if their best combat medic suddenly started fighting on the frontlines, like he had nothing to lose. Not only would they probably yell at him for a few hours, but Marlo guessed that he would recieve reduced time to train, and more time in the infirmary helping out the rest of the idiots.

He gave a sigh as he looked over to Shyv and Vai. They seemed ready to go, to treat the kids to a little pain, but Marlo was only eager to get it over with. The sooner they learn the shit we deal with, the better for me. He gave a nod just as Shyv asked if their were any objections. Corpse's brow furrowed, and he shook his head. "Just don't get stupid. You know my rule." Many soldiers had figured out Marlo's rule of medical assistance quick: Injure yourself in a stupid accident, and Revkel would make your recovery time long and painful, to make sure you wouldn't forget it.

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(To Tsuikari: I am afraid I have to decline. Battle Card can only be active when you roll a critical. In this case for you would be a 36)

(To Joker: Aerionelle successfully pulled of a hit on your character dealing 5 damage. At this moment you would type out a response to being hit followed by your new state of health. In this case it would be HP 20/25.
Because I got a busy day ahead of me and will be away from the computer for the most part, I am going to go out on a limb and proceed with my post, so as not to hold the rest of you up.
Tsuikari, since you are familiar with how combat on here works, I ask that you help them with any questions they may have in regards to the battle in my brief absence))

Aeri deals 5 damage to Corpse
Corpse HP: 20/25
***Vage's turn***


(P> "Vage, cut to the left. Circle around on the edge of the dust cloud. They'll be expecting you to do that, so watch yourself. I'll move around to the right and link up with you on the opposite side. When they come to counterattack you in the hopes of splitting us up, I'll be right on top of them, and we can catch two of them in a pincer while the one I just knocked down recovers. I've only bought us a few seconds, so get moving! Mark!"



=Vage blinked at the swift agility and initiative that Aerionelle just displayed, however Vage knew from his last huge battle to stop and think of such things will end you up dead. Vage had to think on his feet and while Aerio skimmed the ground by flying low, Vage desired to follow in pursuit with the aid of an extra "oomph" propelling his forward, and so his wing system unfolded and a blast of flames made of chi, shoots out from his wing system, giving an almost near appearance of that of bird wings.
Right when the dust cloud becomes thick enough to cloud his vision, Vage sharply strafes to the left and advances forward. As he wheels around he sees Aeri flying up, sending a hail of "bullets" down upon this man Corpse, whom he was fast approaching=

There's my target.


=Vage was fascinated by what he was told when informed that you could pull energy out of your body and wield it as a weapon simply by combining the thoughts of visualizing it being manifested in your hand with the desire to have it done. Vage wanted to try this out while he had a split second opportunity. A cool surge of power rushed through his arm down to his hands as a silver ball of energy began to take form. Vage got in close to Corpse as the collected mass of energy grew to the size of a basketball. Vage grinned as he was ready to slam the photonic ball of destruction into Corpses face.=


XxEvil1xX rolls 1d36 and gets 9(9) Miss

=Things backfired for Vage however, quite literally. Before Vage was able to fully execute his attack the ball of energy became unstable and exploded in Vage's hand. Dealing no damage to Corpse but rather caught Vage in the blast sending him skidding on his back several feet back.=

=Captain Stone then comes on a public comm link that all the eniknights received =
(> If you are going to use chi weaponry in its raw form, cup your hand like you are holding a ball, this will allow you to harness control of your energy.


=the smoldering armor of Vage gets to his feet, a bit scuffed up but sustaining relatively no damage from the blast=
yeah thanks for the update.. =he mutters.


(After you post a response to both the successful and failed attack followed by your current HP, go on ahead and take your turn Joker.)

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Corpse hadn't expected Aeri to attack him, especially since he had started to back away from Shyv and Vai to instead watch. Instead, he was hailed with bullets by her, that chain gun really ripping at him. Even though he had tried to jump out of the way of the oncoming fire, it was too sudden for him to react: They hit, and pissed him right off. However, Corpse refused to put his shield up, not even caring to protect himself. These bullets, however many or powerful, wouldn't be getting through to him. Ever. Corpse was built to take on as many bullets as possible, more than a normal man, and pain was nothing new to him at all.

Corpse HP: 20/25

When the smoke cleared, and the bullets stopped, he was a little to the left of where he started, after his failed attempt to maneuver out of the way - while he did have an extremely keen sense of flexibility, no amount of such can protect a man from unpredictability. Corpse hated himself for thinking this way, but he had to hand it to Aerionelle for attacking with such ferocity at the beginning, and his lips tightened at the thought. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the Vage kid run at him, a massive amount of energy channeling within his hands. All Corpse did was raise an eyebrow, and it imploded on the kid. Corpse gave a dark chuckle - obviously the kid had no idea what he was doing, so Corpse decided to teach him something.

Silently, he walked towards the kid as he got up, and goes to simply punch the kid in the face.

JokerOfSpades rolls 1d35 and gets 4(4) Miss

However, Corpse instantly stopped himself, his left leg starting to spasm. Normally it gave him no troubles in the eniknight, but there was the odd occasion. The pain slowly started small, and grew rapidly until he lowered his fist, gritting his teeth and jumped back. He turned to Shyv and barked out a simple "You're up" and refused to elaborate why. He was in this to make sure that everybody walked out of this damned session alive, not risk his own rank against newbloods.

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=Vages eyes widened as he seen a fist come at him. It was a heavenly grace that for something or another caused Corpse to lock up and halt his attack on him. Vage quickly conspired an evasive maneuver to make and remembered that Aeri wanted them to create a pincer attack on the red team. If he were to fly up, sideways, or forward, he would ruin the entire strategy, and if he were to stay put then the red team as a whole would pounce on him and put him in a world of grief. Vage took the only option he thought was plausible and boosted strait back. This kept the three in between Aeri and himself, and if they were to pursue him then he would serve as bait and open up his teammate for a good attack=

Vage's HP 30/30

***Laymin's Turn***

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((Gotta join in on the craze - Battle Music!))

The sudden blare of the siren caught Shyv a little off guard as she faltered a moment, flatfooted as the battle quickly begun. Aerionelle was the first off, quickly boosting up and shooting across the battlefield, beelining straight for Corpse. Swearing as the lithe fighter rocketed past her, Laymin barely had time to train her gun at the silver-blue blur before it retreated from Marlo, jumping back and into the air and almost causing Shyv a nasty friendly fire incident. Damn it, this girl was making them seem like the rookies here! Having been standing still for the entire time, Laymin looked up in time to see the barrage of fire from the ‘Flower’ of the skies. Forget something dainty like a flower, this girl was a devil in the air! Diving aside to gain some cover for herself as the floor was blanketed with explosive pellets, Laymin glanced up to Aerionelle, watching her jettison upwards and over the battlefield.

Losing sight of Vai amongst the flood of dust, it quickly became apparent that their opposition was dictating the terms of engagement, twisting the battlefield to suit their own strategy. It was impressive, but frustrating as no doubt Remil would be keeping tabs on their positioning from her superior vantage point. It suddenly dawned on Laymin that she wasn’t receiving any particular orders or anything in this combat. She’d have to use her own initiative. If the opposing team had any sense, they planned to pick them off one by one and focus them down, evening up the numbers until they were all eliminated. By that logic, chances were they planned on taking down Corpse ASAP and make this a 2v2 before the battle had even really begun. She wasn’t about to let that happen, but if Laymin tried to close the gap to her ally, she’d be a sitting duck for another aerial assault from the Lieutenant. From her position in the sky, she could see everywhere. Except…

Charging up the thrusters, Laymin burst into the cloud of dust torn up in the attack, using her opposition’s diversion for cover, aiming to close in the location she’d last spotted Corpse at. Even if Aerionelle knew where she was, it’d take a fair bit of luck to hit her in this mess. Closing in on the boundary of the dust sphere, Shyv went into a combat roll, tumbling out from the dusty cloud as she quickly surveyed her surroundings, catching sight of Vage’s flubbed attack as Corpse closed in for his own assault. This was perfect! Her angle through the cloud had unintentionally pulled her into the perfect position to flank Leer and pull off a counterattack! Pushing off the ground once more, she caught sight of Corpse staggering slightly, halting his assault. Was there a malfunction with his suit? Distracted momentarily, it took Marlo’s voice over the intercom to bring her focus back where it was needed.

"You're up"

Taking that as her cue, Laymin shot off, bolting at full speed as she zipped along the ground. It was remarkable how efficient the suits were, and Laymin’s initial surprise at Aeri’s speed was replaced with awe for her own suit for allowing her to emulate that motion. Closing in directly behind Vage, it seemed that he was distracted by his own failed attempt at Corpse, having lost track of her in the confusion of the lieutenants attack as he backed right into her. With him blindsided as he was, she decided just to be a bit cheeky. No way could she miss this opportunity…

Tanman rolls 1d35 and gets 22(22). Hit. Damage Dealt: 5

Boo. Grabbing onto Vage’s shoulders, Laymin whispered into his ear before savagely using the boosters in her leg to ram her knee square into the back of his spine, jerking the boy’s shoulders back simultaneously in a brutal manoeuvre. If it wasn’t for the heavy armouring of the Eniknight’s, Vage would probably have ended up with a broken back, or at least a fracture. Adjusting her weight to push off his shoulders, she kicked him forward while leaping back up into the air in an attempt to avoid any cover fire the Lieutenant intended to give. Having sent Vage face first into the dirt, she hoped Marlo and Vai would be able to capitalise on the positioning and take him down fast. Spinning and flipping about in the air, she pivoted, trying to catch sight of the little air demon before she hit the ground, pulling off a quick succession of flips with ease before breaking off into a run. Maybe she could separate the lieutenant off while the other two handled Leer. Good as the lieutenant may be, she had to lose in a three on one fight, and Laymin had no doubt she could hold her off until the cavalry arrived. Strafing across the arena, if she could just draw Aeri away from the battle before regrouping with the others, they’d hold the advantage… Worst case scenario, she’d be in a position to flank them again if she didn't take the bait...

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Corpse had finally gotten his leg to stop being an ass, and it wasn't that easy. Normally Marlo just drank a bit of something, had a smoke, and calmed his entire mind and body down, which usually did the trick. However, as standard protocols disallowed him from drinking or smoking in the eniknights, he had to calm himself down manually, which took a freaking lot longer than it did with assistance. What made it worse was that while trying to calm himself down, he had what felt like a truck carrying a furnace constantly running over his left leg, and that certainly didn't help. When his leg was finally done, he shook his head a little and watched the scene unfold. He had missed what appeared to be a smashing hit from Shyv on Vagekid, but he certainly didn't miss Vai being thrown.

Corpse knew that Vai's attack was a little rushed, and Aerionelle seemed to notice this and lay a beating on the guy. What made it worse was the fact that she had the audacity to throw him at Corpse. If he wasn't wearing a piece of shit metal armor she would actually see him somewhat giving a bland smirk. "If only she knew that we weren't rookies." He mumbled to himself as Vai stopped right in front of Corpse's face, and the smile turned back into the standard frown. The Undead Guardian never moved the entire time, for Corpse knew that Vai had himself under control - they wouldn't be operating the damned things if they couldn't. While Aerionelle was progressing at an astonishing rate, Corpse had to agree with every word he could hear over Vai's coms. The 'Flower' was wasting energy on showboat attacks, and Corpse planned on showing the rookies that if they didn't figure out how to operate themselves and maintain energy levels, they would end up like he did when he started using the eniknights - broken, and pissed off.

Vai pushed himself away from Corpse, but the medic had already begun to walk away as he did. Each footstep sounded quite hollow, even if he was a ton of metal. He then took up his position one more time, behind Shyv and Vai, and waited. Judging by their initial approach, Aerionelle was calling the shots and Vage was clueless. Taking out their leader would be the appropriate thing to do, since the Vage kid would be disoriented if he didn't have a commanding officer.

Vai, Shyv. Take out Aerionelle. That chump Vage is useless without somebody telling him what to do. Corpse said simply and bluntly over the coms to his partners. They would get what he meant.

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Wrong, new blood. Corpse's voice rang out after the little display.

Corpse had narrowed his eyes at the new blood Aerionelle while she was going on about her plans. On one hand, Corpse had to hand it to the Second Lieutenant - she had balls of steel to rely just on her own power instead of wasting eniknight energy. However, her plan had 2 major flaws to it: The first was that she was going against 3 seasons warriors who new what the hell they were doing. While it was a gutsy move to speak out her entire plan and what she was doing, Corpse had already deduced most of it, and he was pretty sure that both Shyv and Vai already had as well - making her surprise quite lame. The second, and most dangerous, flaw was her use of that Chi crap. Marlo just refered to the stuff as his own energy. What she failed to realize was that wasting your own energy in an eniknight suit had some MAJOR repercussions, namely the fact that she would be sleeping it off alright - for about a day. Since he was a medic, Corpse had become quite acute to the tensions and pressures that the suits could have on the human body, especially if they were doing something stupid like she was.

In these conditions, you play it smart. You aren't. You only have minutes before your body gives, I can tell. His voice was solemn, grave, like it always was. It show no hint of happiness, or anger. Just monotone bluntness. I reward you for the first attack, but inexperience is deadly. That is what we are here to show you. Corpse really had to hand it to himself, that was a pretty long speech coming from the guy that spoke one or two words in a conversation. He then preceded to walk to be in line with the other two, and he decided that it was his turn to show these two youngbloods what being in an eniknight was all about.

"Let's get this over with." With that, he looked up at Aerionelle with his eniknight and triggered his left hand. A shield began to release from his arm, which was stored for hand to hand combat. When he stopped its expansion, it was the length of his arm, but not that wide - it was good for deflecting bullets for himself, but not for protecting his body - that was what his Guardian Shield was for. Instead, he slowly began to crouch down towards the ground, the wings of his eniknight already preparing for what he had in mind by folding inwards towards his body. In an instant, when he knew he was ready, he launched.

Now, while his eniknight may be a little large - it needed to be for being a medic and all - it was made of lighter material than most eniknights, so it maneuvered considerably well. To top it all off, it jumped like a rocket. Corpse rarely had to give much thruster in his jumps, for he relied on his own conditioning as well to come in handy. The difference between himself and Aerionelle, however, was the fact that he would use the eniknight as well as himself to make these incredibly moves work. The Undead Guardian flung itself at the flying Aerionelle, its left arm in front of its body, poised to attack.

JokerofSpades rolls 1d35 and gets 34 (34) HIT (sooo close xP)

Coming in faster than Aerionelle seemed to expect, Corpse connected with the opposing eniknight with considerable force. To make matters worse for the opponent, he swung his shield out from his body upon impact, to send her spiralling away. To make sure Corpse himself wouldn't as well, he opened the wings on his eniknight to slow his descent, and turned the boosters of his feet to hover so he could regain his balance. He had done this before in training simulators, as this was his way of disposing of aircraft that were really pissing him off.

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”Looks like she isn’t taking the bait…” Laymin thought to herself, skidding to a stop and turning back to analyse how the battle was faring. Vai and Corpse seemed to be engaging with Vage, but instead found themselves copping a fierce counterattack from the lieutenant. Thankfully, it seemed the two had managed to reorient themselves without too much injury, Marlo’s voice echoing through her communicator and broadcasting his instructions. ”Vai, Shyv. Take out Aerionelle. That chump Vage is useless without somebody telling him what to do.”

She smirked, looking to both Aerionelle and Vage as they closed in on her. ”Roger that.” It seemed that her plan had worked to some degree. Sorta. She had hoped to separate Vage and Franz so the others could single out the weak link. Instead, she’d managed to draw attention from her allies at the cost of isolating herself. Still, the incoming attack from Vage and Aerionelle could be deadly, and Shyv quickly drew herself into a defensive stance as they approached. Leer flew in hard and fast, coming in with a heavy handed blow. She grimaced, knowing full well she could dodge, but likely be on the receiving end of a follow up from the lieutenant. This left her with one choice - As much as she wanted to get to Aerionelle, she’d have to get Vage out of her way.

Tanman rolls 1d35 and gets 6(6). Miss.

Aeri’s voice over the communication line presented a small distraction for the soldier, but at least it meant she wasn’t covering her partner. Drawing up her energy blade, Laymin met the incoming strike with her own, the two swords sparking as the chi interacted and flared about in arcs of energy. Pushing forward with her weight, it seemed Laymin couldn’t get the advantage through strength or angle, instead becoming locked in a power struggle with Vage. “I’ve got the kid tied up, you two take down the lieutenant!”

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(Kumori rolls 1d35 and gets 12, miss) (Since it's a missed role and attacking with a miss isn't the only way to do things in the heat of combat I thought it best to use that miss to simply skip Vai's attack. No point rushing in for another missed attack when Vai's suit was damaged from Aerionelle's "combo".)

Vai's suit had taken a fairly decent amount of damage thanks to Aerionelle's first attack, and he was having a difficult time keeping it in balance as he followed her. A recent attack on her forced her body down towards the ground, but Vai was able to see her activate her boosters as a giant cloud of dust appeared at her supposed impact point. Anyone who demonstrated her abilities would not have hit the ground, and he heard no physical impact save for the boosters. She was up and flying again for sure, and Vai flew higher to avoid getting trapped in another dust storm and spotted her rocketing away from that spot.

He dove down and activated his own boosters as well to catch up to her, but his boosters were beginning to grow somewhat sluggish and needed replacing. He had damaged them before in another training accident and had yet to repair them, and so he could not catch up to her speed and so decided it was best to hang back and give her space while he searched for other options. Going against Vage would prove fruitless, and Corpse was already taking care of him at the moment so the best thing for Vai to do for now was to get himself into a position where his suits faults would become null and void. Unfortunately that was only possible in close range combat and that was something that Aerionelle seemed to avoid until the last possible moment as demonstrated when she attacked him the first time.

However, despite her claims that her combat thus far was all her, it was in fact her suit since her normal strength and agility were nothing compared to what the suit granted her. As full of herself as she was, she'd never understand that the suit was giving her the ability to accomplish everything she had done so far. She was like a child with a brand new toy. No respect for the suit whatsoever and not a shred of humility about herself and what she could do. That arrogance would prove to be her downfall if she wasn't careful, but Vai really didn't care about it one way or the other anymore. His confidence that she'd be a valuable ally was not shaken, but it was beginning to dim a little bit given her attitude towards herself and others. Feeling superior to anyone simply because of a few new toys and abilities was never the mindset of a true warrior or soldier, and if she didn't shape up she'd be left behind and forgotten.

Vai decided to land temporarily and breath for a moment and so he landed a short distance away from the dust storm which Aerionelle had kicked up from before and simply watched what was going on. The whole time his guard was up, his stance low and ready just in case either Aerionelle or Vage came at him from any angle, he'd be ready.

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Corpse landed quite softly on the ground, and had been satisfied with his attack on that pesky Second Lt. While he had to give it to her that she had the prowess to be in an eniknight - he was on the verge of actually respecting her, but she had a while to go before then. However, she lacked the experience in the lumbering pieces of crap that scientists called eniknights, and unlike the three experienced warriors she was in a division where using technology was the only way to win. In Corpse's point of view, a fighter couldn't call themself a true soldier until they hit the ground and pounded it out with the rest of them. Sure, the air force and those fools in the water helped a bunch and were always useful in a war, but they weren't soldiers: They weren't having to shoot somebody, or stab another while running. The soldiers of the navy and air force was the technology - that was what killed. The men operating them were just that.

Now, while Corpse did have a little bit of a problem with the navy and the air force, he still admired their abilities to fight. Aerionelle, for Marlo, was like a representative of the air force to show him that they could hold their own in a soldier-like fight. So, because of Aerionelle, he probably would stop harrassing them a little. Not much, but a little.

However, Marlo was slowly getting annoyed with the fight, which was perfectly summed up by Vai. Now normally Corpse had no problem with the dude, but at the moment he was somehow getting his ass kicked. Like Corpse always had to say though, "Just because a piece of shit metal sucks doesn't mean the soldier inside isn't half bad." That was probably the only encouragement he could give people that practised in eniknights, for it was true. Some days, the eniknight refused to cooperate with its handler, and resulted in a shitty day. Other days, it could kick the asses of its enemies. Corpse wasn't sure what the hell the problem was the the things, but they were starting to act human - and he didn't like that one bit.

Then the rubble and debris kicked in. Corpse wasn't sure what created it, but as soon as a cloud of dust began to settle, he instantly powered down some. It was an instant tactic that they were all taught during training in the first weeks of the eniknights - you could sense each other just because they were powered. It was completely B.S to Corpse, but he did it anyway and it worked. That was all that mattered to him. However, as soon as it completely settled, he gave a 'Hmpf' of satisfaction - the entire room looked like the bar after he had been there for a few hours. Putting it simply, his vision wasn't as impaired as a normal person: he was used to smoke and clouds blocking his vision. So he wasn't that unsatisfied with the entire layout. Yet he enlargened his shield once more, powering himself up, not caring. He knew that Laymin and Vai may not be as comfortable with the smoke as he was, so he decided to enlighten them a little.

At first, he gave a little spin with his left hand out. Then another. Slowly rotating faster in circles, his shield now at half size. Within a few moments, he was a spinning death top, and the shield acted like a fan. After a few moments of extreme spinning (Marlo knew he would regret this later, he could already feel his stomach churning) the dust began to disappate from the winds he was creating. He then slowly came to a stop and gave another grunt of approval - it was clear enough now for him to clearly seen Aerionelle.

Knowing he should probably 'pay her back' as the normal man would call it, he retracted his shield slightly and jumped into the air once more in the 2nd Lt.'s direction. This time, when he reached maximum height however, he turned on his thrusters slightly and angled his descent directly at the eniknight. The entire time, his shield was growing a little more and he curled himself behind it, using gravity to rocket himself towards the ground. He liked to call this his Meteor Strike, but nobody liked the name. They said he looked like a piece of junk metal canonballing directly towards the enemy. Regardless, it was pretty effective. The downside was that for a while he would be stationary to recover, but it mattered not.


JokerofSpades rolls 1d35 and gets 28(28). (Whoooop)

Corpse wasn't sure if he crushed her head on or simply hit Aerionelle's eniknight partially. Regardless, he hit something.

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Laymin gritted her teeth, still forcing her blade back into Leer’s as the clash continued. Her left hand braced her right, putting everything she had into holding the block. She was by no means physically weaker then Vage, but his initial forward momentum had put her on the back foot, locking her into a defensive position. The whir of her thrusters behind her continued to kick up dust as the two manoeuvred, each shift met with an equal counter movement to prevent either revising their attack. It was a stalemate, but Laymin could only hope that Corpse and Vai could win in the two vs. one match against Aerionelle before that air devil came back to assist her partner.

It was at that moment that he struck, breaking the lock with a sudden and unexpected reverse movement, making some distance as Shyv quickly adjusted her forward motion to prevent herself falling out of position. Just as quickly as he left however, Vage was back into the fray, forcing Shyv to rapidly bring her blade around for another heavy block, sliding back slightly in the air as she adjusted her thrusters again. The tactic had thrown her off momentarily, and by building up some speed with each successive thrust, he was slowly forcing her back. Maybe if it wasn’t for the suit the assault would have slowly strained out her muscles, but as Vage continued to dart back and forth, Laymin only had to focus on ensuring her blade was there to meet his, and wait for an opportune moment to counterattack.

It was on the fourth strike that the pattern changed, Vage flying high before shooting down below Laymin, causing her to pivot in midair. Eyes widening as he manipulated his blade into a concentrated ball of energy, she backed up as best she could. She didn’t have time to dodge it, the primary direction of her thrusters leading her up and still well in the trajectory of the energy sphere. Still, as she quickly made her ascent, it gave her time to think up a plan, acting on her split second impulse as she reversed her thrust, flying straight back down towards Vage and his attack.

Tanman rolls 1d35 and gets 19(19). Hit. Damage Dealt: 5

“HHeeeeyyyaaaahhhh!” Giving a triumph battle cry, Shyv flipped into an axe kick, the heel of her eniknight glowing with the energy she’d channelled there. The sparks flew momentarily; dancing around her foot before she felt herself gain the added pressure she needed, flaring her boosters. ”Looks like this package is return to sender!” A final resonating crack went out, the energy ball spiralling back downwards at high velocity towards Vage. Smirking a moment and picturing how bad-ass she looked, she wondered if perhaps it was a little too corny before dismissing the idea, deciding to push her advantage. Jetting down to meet the exploding orb and follow up on the damage, if Vage was lithe enough to dodge, she’d be right there with a follow up attack. Maybe a side-swipe to the head… Of course, as this was all happening, a blanket of smoke seemed to cover the arena, Shyv uncertain if it was sign her teammates were winning or losing. Regardless, she had too much of an advantage to squander by powering down - She'd see if she could catch Leer before he slipped off the radar...

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Vai's HP = 10/25

Vai's suit was beginning to catch static as his helmet took a continuous beating throughout the fight. While it remained in tact for the most part, the HUD was getting glitchy and his comm was beginning to buzz and fizzle as the fight dragged on. This rookie's all out strategy was working well for her right now, but she was going to pay dearly for it in the end. But Vai had more things to worry about as one of his boosters suddenly fired on its own for a brief moment, sending him off his feet and to the ground.

"Dammit!" He shouted.

He got back up and jumped into the air, putting his boosters on and hovering to make sure they still worked. Luckily for him, they did for now. He set his sights on Aerionelle and rocketted after her again.

Kumori rolls 1d35 and gets 32. FINALLY!! Damage done, 5)

Vai found her in his sights and flared his boosters to full power for a brief moment, catching up to her on the side and slamming his fist into the base of her helmet at her throat. Since it was armored, it wouldn't have the same effect as a bare fist to a soft throat, but it would still catch her off guard and send a wave of nausea through her system for a few minutes. Getting hit in the throat, protected or not, was never a good thing and was something Vai avoided most of the time save against true enemies, but this rookie had pissed him off with her tactics. Acting this way in the field would either get her killed, or one of her fellow soldiers and either way it was bad news.

After his initial attack he jerked his body around and sent a kick into the same spot, twisting her body backwards and sending her into a backwards and continuous flip through the air. He didn't want to give her the chance to recover quite yet, so he went after her and grabbed her leg and threw her towards the ground. He watched her fall the entire time like a hawk as her suit slammed into the ground. He backed off and gave himself plenty of distance in case she was able to get back up or use some other crazy stunt to further damage his suit. He gave his helmet a quick knock and the buzzing in his comm went away for a brief moment so he decided to use it, ensuring that only his two comrades could hear him.

"This if Vai, my suit's systems have taken some damage thanks to the rookie's all out tactics. If this keeps up I'm going to have to call it and break from the exercise. If that does happens, do me a favor and send her packing right along after me." He said as he caught his breath and took a defensive posture just in case anything else crazy happened.

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(Sorry bout that :p)

Corpse had been stunned slightly by his aggressive attack, but he knew that he had to: Vai looked beat to shit, and Vai knew it as well. That didn't mean that Corpse was surprised when Vai landed his first hit of the day, and a powerful one at that. Sending that little Aerionelle flying, just like she and the rest of her flying buddies always took pride in: except, she wasn't flying in a good way. However, when she regained herself, Corpse had walked back to where his team had began their mock battle, and stood like he always had. The 'I don't really give a shit' look always seemed to look the best on Corpse. Hell, even the Undead Guardian seemed to benefit from his nonchalantness, for it seemed to go with the whole 'undead' theme.

Regardless of how well he looked, it hardly mattered at all when Aerionelle finally landed another blow on Vai. Corpse's eyes narrowed almost to the point of blindness as he watched. In Vai's current state, he would be withdrawing soon - he looked dead on his feet. In truth, Marlo would actually go and rescue the dude, since his actions seemed to all be in order and correct: Corpse coulnd't blame the dude for slightly underestimating Aerionelle's combat prowess in a machine. Even Marlo was a little shocked by it all - though he probably should have known she would be good since she worked as a pilot. They were both machines, and probably worked the same way. Roughly. Corpse gave a little sigh when he heard Vai's voice over the coms. The guy didn't sound like he had taken any hits at all, and that was how they were supposed to sound. This is Vai... I can't continue like this. With the out of control attacks this girl is wielding and my suit not up to power from having to hold back this whole time, I've taken too much damage to continue. I have to pull out here or else I'll end up in a box. Corpse nodded, even though they probably couldn't see him. He could somewhat understand Vai's position: Like he stated earlier, nobody was really expecting the Second Lt. to actually surpass all expectations so abruptly. However, that did not mean that Corpse sympathized with his colleague - simply understood. And he voiced it.

"Understood." Marlo said rather tastelessly, giving a little sigh at the end. That would mean that he would have to be a more active participant in this fight that he was used to. While he wished this happened more often on the field, his eniknight wasn't really built for full on combat. Instead, the Undead Guardian was built for retrieval of people and machines alike, with rapid attacks and defensive positioning. Long drawn out battles weren't in its build, and sooner or later he would start seizing up completely, and his eniknight would slowly start to stop working. Better hurry the hell up then, huh.


JokerofSpades rolls 1d35 and gets 2(2).(Wow. xD) MISS

Corpse zeroed in on the flitty eniknight housing Aeironelle, and gave a little, harsh laugh. She was jumping, rolling and basically being prey for a predator. He had a hunch that she was running desperately low on energy, since she hadn't had the practise of controlling the stuff. He gave a small smirk, and looked down at his holster. He had originally thought of taking it out for some good old fashioned shooting, but he had some problems. The first was that she was doing a damned fine job at her maneuvering, and Corpse had a hunch that she would easily dodge his shots, regardless of how fast he could draw. The second was that he didn't feel like wasting his own energy chasing after somebody that was already doing so. All he did was give a small smirk, and then let his face fall while his eyes turned to see Shyv and Vage having a little scrap. It looked somewhat amusing, but tedious at the same time. So instead of moving, Corpse stood, still as a stone, waiting.