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Sairyn Pendrake

The Arcanist of NAHLA

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a character in “Hadean”, as played by XianEvermor

Description

Sairyn Pendrake

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Image✖|| Full Name ||✖
Sairyn Pendrake

✖|| Aliases ||✖
Arcanum

✖|| Age ||✖
Appears to be in their mid 20’s

✖|| Gender ||✖
Male

✖|| Nationality ||✖
Brittish-American

✖|| Ethnicity ||✖
Caucasian

✖|| Hair ||✖
Silver-White

✖|| Eye color ||✖
Green

✖|| Body ||✖
Athletic, but slim. Sairyn still manages to cut an intimidating silhouette in spite of his lack of muscle mass. His silvery white hair is nicely groomed and well take care of, having a near metallic sheen. However, it’s often hanging in his face or kept in a messy pony tail, which sometimes detracts from his professional demeanor. He has sharp, almost chiseled features, and olive skin in contrast to his white hair.

✖|| Height ||✖
6’1’’

✖|| Weight ||✖
170 lbs

✖|| Hometown||✖:
Washington, DC

✖|| Affiliation(s)||✖:
NAHLA

✖|| Face Claim ||✖
Akira Hayama | Food Wars




✖ Personality ✖:
{ Intelligent | Calculated | Reserved | Haughty | Arrogant }
Calculating and reserved, sometimes haughty to the point of arrogance. Sairyn is extremely intelligent and it shows. Although he tries to keep a reserved, professional demeanor he often comes across as an insufferable know-it-all. He’s one of those people that derives enjoyment from trapping his opponent, and then explaining his elaborate plans at length. Sairyn is primarily an enforcer of law, and a highly talented investigator, however he is not above bending or breaking the rules if it suits his goals, or protects his plans. There is a cold, almost sociopathic air about him, and sometimes working with him can seem like you’re just a pawn in one of his elaborate schemes.



✖|| Likes ||✖Image
Tea

Shogi

Cooking

Fine cuisine

Electronics and Gadgets

When a plan comes together

✖|| Dislikes ||✖
Junk food

Smoking, Drugs

Anything bitter

Most things to do with Kiran Kingsly

Genetic tampering

Purposeless killing: every life is… useful.

✖|| Fears ||✖
Failure

Becoming unhinged

Being ensnared in someone else’s web

Being killed by his own inventions

✖|| Skills ||✖
Intelligence: Sairyn is highly intelligent, which may or may not be a bi-product of his powers. He is able to quickly piece facts and information together, which makes him an extremely effective crime scene investigator. He is also an effective strategist, able to piece together effective counters after having faced an enemy a handful of times.

Master Chef: Not necessarily useful in combat, but Sairyn is an extremely skilled cook and can produce restaurant quality meals with even mundane ingredients. It's made him a food snob, and he doesn't just not care for the cooking of others, it's quite beneath him. As a habit, Sairyn doesn't eat anything he didn't prepare himself.

Martial Arts: Although Sairyn prefers not to engage in hand-to-hand fighting, he has mastered NAHLA’s standard close quarters combat program and is a proficient martial artist.

Marksman: Sairyn is capable of making complex ballistic calculations on the fly, and can make incredibly difficult, near impossible shots with most firearms easily.

✖|| Costume Identity ||✖Image

Uniform:
When not in plain clothes, Sairyn wears the signature silver and white NAHLA uniform with trench coat. The coat itself has a stylized crimson Celtic cross stretching across the back.

Mask:
None

Equipment:
  • “The Glasses:” One of Sairyn’s first inventions. A pair of innocent looking glasses that obscure the user’s face so long as they aren’t standing in direct light. They absorb and re-direct light to project a silhouette-like appearance onto the user. The lenses have a tendency to shine as though light is glinting off of them, which adds an intimidating air to the silhouette he projects. Mainly used for thematic effect, though he can use them to go unnoticed or unrecognized in dimly lit venues such as night clubs or arenas.
  • “Arx Magni:” A small, clamp-like ring with a focused magnetic field that allows for a bullet to be fired outside of a weapon chamber. One of these is fitted to every round in Sairyn’s arsenal.
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  • “Arx Volta:” Sairyn’s signature weapon. An almost hilariously large pistol that fires whole, undischarged bullet cartridges through magnetic acceleration. It’s typically loaded with 9mm rounds, which it has the highest capacity for, but it’s compatible with all pistol caliber ammunition. It can be fired in semi-automatic, three round burst, and fully automatic modes. The muzzle velocity of the weapon is lower than if the bullets had been fired conventionally, but the cartridges can be triggered remotely through telekinesis while in flight.
  • “Arx Arbalest:” A wrist mounted magnetic accelerator which can be loaded with “Stratagem” cartridges. Sairyn has one on each arm, each typically loaded with different Stratagems. Each Arbalest has a capacity for 8 cartridges, and a maximum range of about 30 meters.
  • “Arx Stratagem:” Small octagonal cartridges with a diameter of approximately 1-inch. The cartridges are designed to be manipulated through telekinesis while in flight, and adhere easily to any surface. Once fired they can be triggered remotely at any time manually by Sairyn, or by proximity sensor. The interior of each cartridge is compressed space, which can be loaded with any object that will fit through the 1-inch octagonal opening (regardless of its actual size). Upon opening, the contents are ejected through explosive decompression. The more mass compressed into the stratagem, the more force the contents are ejected with. Stratagem cartridges are typically destroyed upon use.
  • Ensnare: A stratagem cartridge loaded with a net of electrified filament
  • Concussion: A stratagem cartridge loaded with steel ball bearings – is typically non-lethal, but bearings can be ejected with lethal force if the stratagem is packed with enough of them.
  • Ignition: A stratagem cartridge loaded with a shaped charge
  • Chaff: A stratagem cartridge loaded with strips of metal foil and metallic powder designed to confuse radar and sensory electronics.
  • Fusillade: A stratagem packed with 100 9mm pistol rounds. The bullet casings are fit with miniature firing pins that will discharge the bullet about 1 second after a significant velocity change.
  • Mjolnir: A stratagem loaded with a magnetic accelerator and an 8-foot steel rod. When opened, the rod is launched at approximately 1000 meters per second. Developed in response to an encounter with one of Kiran’s creations.
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  • “Arx Magnos:” A pair of single edge, curved swords made of a hafnium-carbide alloy. The blades themselves are not sharp. However, they are lined with miniaturized magnetic field generators. When activated the swords produce a blade of magnetically contained argon gas plasma, which burns with a brilliant purple-white light. The magnetic fields keep the plasma from contact with the metal, though they will still overheat and reach melting temperature after a few minutes of continuous use. The coherent light blades have a contact temperature of approximately thirty-thousand degrees Fahrenheit, and can instantly slice through most materials effortlessly.
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  • “Arx Mechanicha:” A dark, leather-bound book which hangs from Sairyn’s belt. The hard exterior cover is embossed with a Celtic-like border surrounding a diamond-star. The design carries a metallic sheen, and seems to shine with some sort of energy when touched. The pages are dark and almost metallic, and if one looks extremely closely they’d see that while the circuit tracing is nearly invisible, each one has the appearance of an electronics board. The book itself is divided into two sections, “Schemata” and “The Appendix.”
  • Schemata: A collection of blueprints from objects and devices that Sairyn has either built, or Traced.
  • The Appendix: A complete list of ready-built equipment, items, weapons, ammunition, and vehicles stored in his Arx Emporia. This list is updated in real-time.
  • “Arx Emporia:” The treasure room of Babylon, rumored to be a vast NAHLA facility built and designed by Sairyn himself, at some secure, undisclosed location. Rumors are that it’s a storehouse that stretches off to infinity in every direction the eye can see, and is stacked with shelves of weapons, both conventional and exotic, vehicles, gadgets, prototypes of all kinds, vast stores of ammunition and ordinance, and piles upon piles of materials of every element. The Emporia is technically a Lost Arx. Though it is currently in Sairyn’s control, nobody knows the exact location of the Emporia, not even Sairyn.

[font=avenir light]✖|| Background ||✖

Sairyn is an interesting case, in that he was not only born with his powers, but began expressing them very early, when he was just three years old. In the world of rising supers, cold war tensions and advancing technology he became famous as a child prodigy very quickly. When Sairyn was 10 he was kidnapped by a terrorist organization and made to produce weapons and gadgets of all kinds.

He was missing for 5 whole years, during which many incidents occurred involving what became known as Sairyn’s “Lost Arx.” Many of the Lost Arx are out in the world someplace, unrecovered and often squabbled over by various organizations. Sairyn doesn’t talk about his time in captivity, but it’s rumored that he himself was often traded and fought over as much as the things he created. That was his life until an unknown WMD detonated in an underground facility on the outskirts of Lozovoye, near the Kazakhstan-Russia border.

A nuclear test was ruled out, as there was no radiation found on the disaster site, but the ordinance did destroy an area roughly ten miles in diameter. Sairyn was found by United Nations disaster relief, nearly crushed in the wreckage by the edge of the blast zone, and ultimately turned over to NAHLA once his identity was confirmed.

Nobody is sure what the long-term ramifications of having spent many of his formative years in the captivity and employ of various shady organizations, both villainous and terrorist. Sairyn seems to have grown into a highly capable leader and investigator in spite of that, and has quickly climbed the ranks and made a name for himself in the super community. Sairyn has since become a widely respected gadgeteer, and is almost solely responsible for much of the equipment that NAHLA affiliated supers use, including Silver Fang’s iconic armor.

Although he has a nearly flawless track record, there are two things which trigger a complete paradigm shift in his personality: Pursuit of the Lost Arx, and most interactions with the villain known as Kiran Kingsly. Sairyn was on close, even friendly terms with Kiran during their time as a doctor for supers. He even personally called Kiran to perform a delicate surgery on one of the most beloved supers of the time. Unfortunately, due to an accident during the surgery her life was ended.
There was reportedly a loud argument between them, in which Sairyn could be heard yelling “You could have done better!” It later came out that Sairyn had been having a secret romantic affair with the beloved hero and was furious when he’d heard how she died. He vanished for some months at around the same time Kiran vanished from the world. It was assumed he was on the trail of the doctor whom had reportedly gone rogue. When Sairyn re-surfaced he was… different.

Sairyn has never spoken about it, and doesn’t seem to recall any specifics, but whatever happened between them during his disappearance scarred him deeply enough to repress the memories. When it comes to Kiran, he becomes maniacally single minded, almost seeming to enter a fugue state. Their last few encounters involved extensive collateral damage, including the complete collapse of a ten story building which was struck by an unknown kinetic weapon.

✖ Powers ✖:

|| Adeptus Mechanicus ||
Tinker - 10
{ Subclass(s): Combat Tinker }
Given the appropriate materials, Sairyn can quickly create any item from his recorded schemata. Larger items require more time to re-create.

The main use of this power is the manipulation of materials by touch: Sairyn can imitate any modern material processing, shaping, or machining technique by touch, including the creation of composites and alloys. This power works on every solid and liquid element on the periodic table, including their synthetic and processed counterparts IE: motor oil, plastics, rubber, silicates & etc. It is possible to manipulate the molecular structure of these elements, such as creating steel from iron, or metal folding.

Sairyn is a combat-oriented tinker that specializes in magnetic acceleration and spacial-compression, mainly dealing in hand-held weapons or personal armor.

Weakness/drawbacks:
  • Limited direct combat application
  • Sairyn must remain in physical contact with the material he’s manipulating for the entire duration of the process.
  • Unable to create the materials necessary to make his devices out of nothing.
  • Does not work on gasses.
  • Does not work on most living matter, such as plants, animals, or people.
  • Cannot change the nature of one element to another element
  • Denser materials are slower to shape
  • His creations are not exclusive: anyone can use them (except the Arx Mechanica: anyone can read it, and even decipher the blueprints but only Sairyn can create items from it)




|| Trace ||
Thinker - 4
{ Subclass(s): Skill Thinker }
Sairyn can instantly learn and understand the workings of any electronic or mechanical device he can physically touch, and record a detailed blueprint including all necessary parts, their assembly, and exact measurements onto a Schemata page.

Weakness/drawbacks:
  • He must maintain physical contact with the object during the recording process, which takes several seconds or the Schemata will be incomplete.
  • He must have possession of the Arx Mechanica to record a Schemata.




|| Telekinesis ||
Shaker – 2 | Blaster - 1
{ Subclass(s): Accuracy Blaster }
Sairyn can lift or manipulate any object in his line of sight telekinetically that weighs less than 5 pounds, including accurately striking a point with some force, such as the primer on a bullet cartridge.

Weakness/drawbacks:
  • Must be able to see the object
  • It must have a total net weight of less than 5 pounds, including any effects from manipulated gravity.
  • Pinpoint accuracy, but limited force. While he can strike people with his telekinesis, inflicting even a bruise on a person would be difficult.




|| Equip ||
Mover - 4
{ Subclass(s): Gate Mover }
Sairyn can fold space between his Arx Emporia and himself, creating a rift from which he can retrieve any item stored in The Appendix, or deposit items into the Emporia. He has absolute control over the translocation within 15 meters and can deposit items into his hands, on his or anyone else's body, or anywhere on the ground within the radius.

Weakness/drawbacks:
  • Best used in combination with the Arx Mechanicus. The Appendix is a combination of item identification, and location coordinates within the Arx Emporia that Sairyn can read by touch. Because there are SO MANY things held in the Emporia, finding something without this information is possible but extremely difficult, like reaching blindly into a large sweets sack for a specific piece of candy. Incidental items he uses often, such as his phone, keys, stratagem disks, and Arx Volta and Magnos are "coffee table" items that he can call out at will (he always knows where they are in the Emporia because he uses them all the time.)
  • Anything not recorded in the Appendix is held in a temporary space, and will be ejected automatically after 1 hour.
  • The Appendix can be re-organized at will, but recording new items is a process that takes some time This involves finding empty space in the Emporia, recording the coordinates, encoding the Appendix entry, and linking it to the specific item.
  • Does not work on the Arx Mechanicus
  • Does not work on living things (people, animals etc)
  • Cannot transport himself or any other person
  • The larger the trans-located mass, the longer the materialization process takes. (A standard SUV takes about 10 seconds, but his phone is instant.)
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Power Origins: Sairyn was born with his powers, and began expressing them at an extremely young age.




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Color Code: #13B30D


So begins...

Sairyn Pendrake's Story

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”And like that I’m sold. Seriously, you should have opened with that or at least something close. Half of us here are a bit jumpy enough with all the suits around.“ Alex visibly relaxed and laced his fingers behind his head. Giving all the other supers a once over. He made eye contact with Jemma and raised an eyebrow at her. She blinked and took a second to look back in the direction of the SINS agent. Growled a bit, then glanced over at George before giving Alex a shrug. The two were able to communicate non verbally for a while now, did take some trial and error though. Jemma seemed ready to pick any option that wasn’t SINS. Guess that answers that. ”I don’t know about the rest of you, but me and Jemma here are gonna get on that plane.”

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Devon smiled as Silver fang gave the others a well deserved bout of verbal flak for their almost full on rejection of the idea of working with the NAHLA. "You heard Silver Fang, would any of you really prefer to waste your lives away detained in some SINS blacksite? Anyways I got a flight to catch." He said to the group aiming the last bit with an extra layer of spite to agent Moore, giving him a two finger salute as he walked off towards the plane.

He boarded the plane and almost immediately dumped himself in the nearest empty seat he could find sighing audibly as he slouched down into the seat. "Finally a moment to relax, without those agents breathing down our necks."

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Klaus had played dumb throughout his questioning, he was unregistered and able to simply pass off himself as being just a guy with some tech that tried to do his part, and of course gave a fake name.

Once George arrived on scene it was anyone's guess what would happen to Klaus. He watched the others hesitate as the man from NAHLA seemed to imply he would be in charge, but was quickly overridden by Yue. George was their employer, and even if Klaus was an annomoly he was now marked for something, he chose this life, and here was adventure beckoning to him, he looked over at Henry and Akiko, to gauge their interest. As Klaus thought, Henry was gung ho about getting out from SINS prying eyes, and Akiko seemed that she was in, given the offer was much better than soggy school lunches offered more out of "anti-torture" laws than real humanity by the government.

"Why not, could be fun, right?" he mused more to himself than anyone.

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Moore looked to the supers, holding the crate still that Sairyn had handed to him, and then to George, a slight smirk forming on the agent's face. "They don't sound like they know very well who they're working for." He chuckled.


George smiled and nodded. "Yes, it would appear the tremendous stresses of the day has worn on them. Being interrogated by a spy agency may have that effect." He locked his calm eyes with the agent, who was no doubt very infuriated by the intrusion, and total upheaval of his investigation.


George returned his gaze to the supers, and their many questions. He had seen the way Sairyn had spoken, how others had reacted, and of course, took note of 'Silver Fang' herself. The older man began to formulate how to explain the situation to the supers gathered, many of whom were nervous about the NAHLA ‘involvement’, but before he could utter another word, Silver Fang herself spoke up.


She was angry, tired, and by the sounds of it, hurt. As she walked away, pulling Sairyn with her, George watched them leave, a slight, sympathetic smile on his face, and a soft sigh being exhaled. Slowly but surely, the others began to leave, following the two NAHLA agents. A few remained however, likely waiting to see what else George had to say.


"To briefly answer some questions; Yes, as has always been our agreement, you’re all being paid. Shinigami, if you and the others will check with your banks later, you’ll find your latest wages paid in full. For the time being, here are your paystubs." He handed a few slips of paper to each member of the group, and once opened up and read, the statement ‘$150,000’ was staring straight back at them.


"Food is also available on the plane, as I assume you’re all quite famished. You may make full use of the kitchen, or I can have food prepared by staff. As for any other serious questions regarding the events of today or your employment… Well, we can discuss that on board the plane."


Moore spoke once more, practically spitting venom with how much rage he was trying and failing to contain. "Are you joking man! If you want to take these people with you, I promise you SINS will be following up with this. But more importantly, I am absolutely NOT letting you take that terrorist with you!"


The agent stared in the direction of Sheri, but also at where Jemma had been. The strange occurrence seemed more than just note worthy to the agent, but George himself seemed unphased by it all. "Well unfortunately Mr. Moore, you’ll need to speak with the Director of National Intelligence and the Attorney General. If charges will be pursued, I’ll do what I can in the defense of Houndmaster. Of course, I’m happy to pay back any damages to property or personnel she caused. She’s a highly valuable asset to me and my organization, and I would like very much to simply come to terms of forgiveness so we can move past this and work better together."


"That’s not happening!" Moore shouted back.


George shrugged rather blasé. "Then I suppose we’ll see each other in court. Until then Mr. Moore, this is no longer your business. Good bye."


Moore hesitated for a moment before the young Justice Department girl posed herself next to him. He looked between her and the supers for a moment, eyes narrowed and teeth gritted. He refused to let them get away with this. For now though, he opted to storm off, followed shortly behind by the Justice Department girl, both out of the tent and towards whatever respective jobs now required their attention.


Richard cleared his throat as the room was emptied of the SINS agent, and he faced George now. "As much as I appreciate your dealing with SINS Mr. Hughes, I’m not exactly sold on all this either. I can respect wanting to fight monsters like we saw today, and I’m not really sure I can trust that that’s what you’re actually after yet. Give me a real reason to trust you."


George smiled softly at the vigilante in all black. "Well White Death… There’s probably a lot I could tell you. How about I start with something a bit smaller?" Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out several more slips of paper, only these ones were thicker. They were pictures, and once George laid them out on the table, the room could see the men in black with the white square symbol on their patches. The same people from today.


Only these images had been taken in the 1980’s.


Richard shrugged. "Sorry but that doesn’t clear much up, and you knowing my vigilante name is pretty unsettling to boot. These images could have been faked, or you could be involved with them. I need something more substantial." He pulled out the journal he had found earlier and laid it on the table for George to look at. "You know anything about the owner of this book? His body is on the beach right now. There’s some evidence here that suggests he’s from the 1920’s. You know anything about that? About the monster on the beach time traveling? Or maybe you know the name Heather Wright? It played some kind of recording from her, maybe she’s a victim of the monster’s from years ago. Tell me something about all this."


George looked the book over, flipping through some pages, smile now receded to a look of contemplation. He handed the book back over to the vigilante before responding. "Don’t worry White Death, any secrets of yours that I know are safe with me. As for this book and it’s owner, I don’t know him. What I do know is Heather Wright, and I know that monster outside does not time travel. Or, if it does, that’s not how it got that recording."


The room was quiet for a moment as the information seeped in, George returning the photos to his pockets. "I too must keep some secrets however, so the rest of the information I give you all will be carefully dispensed. For now, I promise you I will give a clearer answer to at least some things on the plane. If you truly want to make this world a better place, then follow me. If you find you’re still not convinced once we’re on the plane, then I’ll have it turn around and drop you off right back here. But I suspect that may not be a good idea for some of you." His gaze met Sheri’s with the last words.


With a soft smile and a nod to everyone, he strode off towards the plane.


"Whatever your feelings now, I promise you that you’ll come to either trust me, or trust my mission. Either way, I’ll be happy to have your assistance."


A short while later, the tent was emptied of its super occupants, with everyone now situated on the plane. As it began to take off, and the disastrous mess of the beach became more and more visible from the air, the supers may have had many hesitations in mind, many things that terrified and worried them. But perhaps some small part of them could will itself to hope, hope that this was a path to a better future for them all.


A better future for all of humanity.

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"Hey uh...just how much about each of us do you know?" Henry asked George, having taken a seat on the plane. "I don't know if you trust this entire thing yet....but I if this is gonna happen again, I want in on this team. If only to stop things like this from happening again. But if you want everyone to trust this whole operation, you might have to open up a little more. Why do you know about this for one thing?"

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Sairyn only glanced up momentarily as the others filed on to the plane. Silver Fang was slumped against him in the adjacent seat unconscious, her aura finally flickered out. He didn't seem pleased about the arrangement though he was still mindful of his movement, taking care not to jostle or disturb her needlessly. He had a pair of slates hovering in front of him, one playing back aerial footage of the fight with the creature, and the other rapidly scrolling telemetry figures that were likely only relevant to him. Occasionally he would pause the feed and scribble some notes in a small black book, or advance the video single frames at a time.

Tracer had captured the majority of the morning's events, including the part where the creature ripped up the military's weapon deployment and took their biggest gun for itself after soaking their entire barrage. He clipped that segment and sent it to the Colonal along with a snippet of their conversation on the NAHLA HQ rooftop... specifically the part where Sairyn tells him that he "wants them to be right, but thinks they're all morons," along with a carefully curated selection of obnoxious anime memes.

Maybe they'll listen a little more closely to what he had to say next time... probably not.

His ears perked at the start of Henry's conversation, though he kept his nose buried in the slates. It looked like he wasn't paying attention, but he was observing everyone in the plane very carefully.

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Vic's psyche was buried in a dark, cramped place. It was cold, familiar, and breathed. The darkness sighed around her. Things churned and gurgled past a membrane she couldn't see. A presence she knew was with her, but couldn't - didn't want to recognize. She tucked into herself, an immense pressure weighing on her head. Just a ghost of the wall she knew was above her.

Then something warm came. Creeping along the floor, wetting her feet first. It trickled up her limbs, across her chest and over her face. She tilted her head as it raised from her forehead like it was being poured towards the sky. She shut her eyes and ignored the dripping, focusing on the sound of her own heartbeat thudding in her ears.

Thump. Like the kick of a drum.

She fell back into the congealing puddle. The sticky liquids left her body in fat droplets. Her ear pressed against the ground, she could hear her heartbeat clearer. Then a hi-hat. Soon she had an entire set drumming out the experience of her fluids leeching from her towards the sky. The heat of the sticky substance that embraced her became a body. She tried to hum to it with the melody in her head.

"Wil..."

And the rush of fluid that competed with her music finally overpowered it, and came crashing down.




"Wil -"

Vic flinched, startled awake by her own sleep-talking. Her face scrunched and her eyes worked overtime to adjust to the sudden flood of light. Her clothes weren't damp anymore, but there was some sticky liquid over her chest and legs. "Ugh... wha...?" She lifted the jacket consuming her and found the juicebox in her lap, the remaining contents spilled over her. There was a cotton bud tapped to her forearm near her joint. "... What the..." She tried to stand up. Straps fixed her back in place. "... hell? Wh-" She tossed her head to the left. She caught a flurry of familiar faces - all 'heroes', all from the beach. She whipped her head to the right. Clouds.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Vic scrambled. She threw the jacket away and disregarded the 'seatbelts on' light as she flung it off, a constant stream of "what the fuck, what the fuck" flooding from her lips, then darted towards the aisle despite the angle the plane was on. The last memories before her body gave up on her ran through her head... the SINS agent and his unnerving grin, looming over her...

"Get away from me!" She barked as Alex moved after her, ditching the juicebox into his face, then promptly losing her footing on the incline. She gripped the back of a seat to steady herself and looked around the room and the sky death capsule like a crazed, pissed off animal. Her voice struggled to make its way through her heaving breaths. Her eyes darted between every face that was turned to her. "Where is - what - SINS - taking? Where am I and why the fuck am I here?!"

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When Vic woke up she . . . Well, Alex expected her reaction to the situation. More scared then angry though. That was understandable, heck he was still a bit unnerved by the whole situation when he thought about it. He had unbuckled himself and slowly went after her as she scrambled like a cornered animal.

Alex held his hands up in a disarming manner as he approached Vic, his heavy even steps the only thing keeping him from slipping on the incline. She decided to throw her juice box at him next while in her panic. It bounced off Alex’s forehead with little more then a blink from him.

”Vic, your gonna have to listen okay? Shits complicated right now. You passed out during the SINS interrogation and the man that owns this plane named George Carlisle Hughes basically bailed us out of being taken away by the suits.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. This fucking day. He looked back at the still panicking Vic with a somewhat defeated look. Look . . . It was either we left you with SINS of all people or we got you on this plane. . . I want nothing more then to go home and probably disassociate for a couple hours. But right now Mr. Hughes is our only safe option in all of this. The other being blackmailed into being a government super or thrown in a hole and forgotten probably.” He looked around, any faces he could see had their own levels of uncertainty too them. At least From what he could gather. The situation was out of everyone’s hands here, and that was scary. Having to put their trust in a complete stranger. Still better then a shady government organization.

Alex was standing four feet from Vic now and looks like the fatigue and stress of the day had finally hit him all at once, his hands now at his sides. The look in his eyes looked like a mix between anxiety, exhaustion and calm resignation. His head shakes slowly while he almost mutters under his breath. ”You can . . . be angry and hate me for getting you on this plane if it makes you feel better . . .

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Sairyn flinched as the plane tilted and Yue slid off his shoulder and into his lap. He held both of his arms up with an annoyed expression for a long moment like he might just shove her onto the floor and be done with it. After a few seconds of uncomfortable jostling, he managed to wrestle her into a position that would allow him to continue working. Sairyn began observing the combat data again but Vic's outburst interrupted him. He pinched the bridge of his nose against the forming migraine and felt his right eye twitch.

"Miss-," he interjected, pausing for a moment as he peeked around the side of his chair to see what all the commotion was and... was that his juice box?? He gave it a long, suspicious squint. What an odd coincidence... "What your himbo is trying to say is, he saved you from being inconveniently detained by SINS, and now you're on a plane. I'm sure arrangements can be made to have you dropped off somewhere after we land," he explained in a slightly aggressive tone. A gentle hiss and a flash of light illuminated his seat for a brief moment, after which he leaned out into the aisle again and threw a towel, and a black undershirt and pants that were probably much too large at her.

"Restroom towards the tail of the plane. Get cleaned up so you don't catch a cold and die or something... not that I care," he added, flippantly shooing her towards the back of the plane.

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"Sairyn didn't mean to say that," A voice suddenly interrupted. A black skinned man with a clean hair cut and a tight suit stepped forward. The man adjusted his skinny tie before raising a hand. "Dullard. Pendleton Dullard," Pendleton Dullard introduced to the group. "NAHLA legal."

"What the fuck is this?" Cannonade questioned from their seat.

"I've been assigned to work with Mr Hughes to ensure the relationship between his assets and... NAHLA's don't get," Pendleton Dullard adjusted his tie. "Complicated."

Dullard handed Vicky a business card. "I assure you Mr. Pendrake's comments represent his personal held views and beliefs and do not represent NAHLA as an agency. We at NAHLA care deeply about whether or not you'd die of a cold."

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Devon looked on as the redheaded whirlwind woke up and immediately caused chaos, the large man who had carried her onto the plane walked towards her trying his best to look disarming. "Yeah, that's sure to calm her right down, a giant wall of muscle pushing her further into a corner."

The silver haired man who had been fiddling around with some slates and was increasingly becoming discomforted by his partner in crime's attempt to use him as a pillow, it made for a rather comedic duo to be sure. That being said it also showed a bit of a girly side one wasn't necessarily going to expect from a walking bulldozer. The man threw miss Vortex a towel and a change of clothes, although they looked quite large for the comparatively small frame.

Then the NAHLA legal just had to open their mouth, Dullard was indeed an apt name for a man with that degree of tact. "Good, now that that is out of the way I can assure you, Mr. Dullard, that the repeating such a legal statement will not be necessary in the future. Oh, and the statement can be extended to include Silver Fang as well, so that we all now know that the opinions of neither of them are representative or endorsed by the NAHLA. Unless you fancy having to act everytime either of them opens their mouths?" Devon directed towards Pendelton such reactions would get rather annoying for everyone within earshot and wouldn't solve anything anyways, just corporate covering their bases.

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"Oh, don't mind him," he replied to Devon. "They tasked him to attempt to make sure I don't ruffle any feathers (not that it will help)," he explained. "Part of my punishment for asking the DOHA military advisement board whether they'd always been stupid, or if they were just making a special effort today," he said with an ounce of mirth and a wistful smirk.

Ah... worth it.

"Anyway, lawyers are like minor deities, so if you find him annoying just ignore him and he'll eventually fade from existence."

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The sound of a throat clearing interrupted some of the chattering and bickering that had begun to erupt as George attempted to refocus the group's attention. "Miss Vortex, I assure you that you are in good hands. Neither Mr. Moore, nor Mr. Radovan shall be troubling you further today, at least as far as I can help it." Sitting quietly at his desk, he sipped away gingerly at a cup of water he had with him, placing it back down on the table once the plane had managed to stabilize a bit better.


"As a note on Mr. Pendleton, he is something of a guest right now, a helping hand along with Mr. Pendrake and Silver Fang in helping us deal with a... Rather unusual crisis. I expect him to be treated with the same courtesy and respect I expect him, Mr. Pendrake, and Silver Fang to treat you all with. As far as legality goes, Mr. Pendleton won't be any trouble to anyone, I assure you." He smiled and gave a nod in the direction of Cannonade.


He turned now to face Henry before continuing. "Now, as for what I know of you, only as much as I was able to gather in about 2 hours. Enough, but I suspect there's quite an amount more I could learn about you all. And as for why I know about 'this thing'... Well there's a story to that that we may need to share later. I suppose to summarize, this is not the first strange event to happen on our planet. In fact, I witnessed one first hand. It's not unusual for there to be anomalous supers, although it may be rare. But what happened today, and what I witnessed, are not the result of rogue supers. These anomalies are something completely different."

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"What, like an alien? ...Or something similar enough?" Henry inquired, resting his chin in his palm. "There's not really an uh...protocol for that, is there? If that's what we're dealing with. At least not a public one. Who's keepin' that close to the chest, y'all or SINS?" he jokingly asked the NAHLA agents. "...Maybe both?"

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"Indeed," Sasha nodded to George's comment to Henry. "I have seen some incredibly strange things in northern Asia that are of a similar, if lesser, insanity compared to what we faced today." Sasha glanced at Henry and smiled. "I suspect that the protocol was to shoot whatever monster arrives with as big of a gun as they could find, but after today, they're probably going to be a lot of rewriting that protocol."

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"I advised them that protocol was moronic and they still did it so... we'll see how that goes," muttered Sairyn.

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J-3, Jemma, watched in silence as Aegis stood and went to talk to the now panicking Vortex, a small whine left her lips as the soda she had been drinking was jostled and knocked out of her hands. She watched it fall blankly, then turned her attention to Vortex and Aegis, blinking owlishly at the situation. Hum.

J-3 briefly considered giving the woman some “kind” words but decided against it as the aircraft appeared to come to life with Vortex’s exclamations. Her eyes slid towards the one that she had decided to call ‘GunMan’, not knowing or having paid enough attention to catch his actual name. She felt her skin prickle as he spoke, and had begun to move as if to respond to him before another man spoke up. God fuck, so many people on this—
George began to speak next, and Jemma huffed a sigh of irritation.

She stood, rather abruptly reasserting her presence to the relatively forcibly gathered group. Her gaze locked on Vortex, and with a single-mindedness she usually reserved for combat… approached the panicking woman. Her voice was low, calm and absolutely tainted by exhaustion. Exhaustion that was being ignored by a force of will J-3 wasn’t aware she had.

Hm. That’s odd. When did I start thinking of it that way? ‘She’... huh. Yeah okay. She. The Polymorph thought to herself as she moved.
She came over to Aegis, reaching out and letting a hand fall on his bicep. “Let's sit back down, okay? I think she’s stressing a little too much,” A pause, long enough for the eyes to slide over to Vicki Vortex with an expression that was… confusing to say the least. “Plus. You need to take it easy yourself, Aegis. Miss Vortex. I know you loathe my existence, but I have a pressing matter that I feel you may wish to attend to at your earliest convenience. I would ask our gracious host for a personal space, for just a moment so that you and I may speak. … please.” She ended, almost as if abruptly remembering some social cue.

J-3’s gaze then slid towards George, before returning to the rest of the group with a queer expression. Faint pangs of Hunger echoed in the core of Jemma, but were also ignored.
Food could wait.
There was yet another job to do.

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"To be honest I think any comment rolling off my tongue would have likely followed the same nature." He said in response to Sairyn. Leaving a silent but affirmative nod on the comment about lawyers in general. George then assured the group Dullard wouldn't be bothering them and requested them to extent some courtesy to him as a guest of his. After which he continued to stoke the flames of the inquisitive with a slight lift of the veil on the creature and that it hadn't been the first, which in turn meant that it very likely wouldn't be the last either. He really would need to step up his game with his weapon and ammo choices it seemed, at least something that would work against something you don't want to shoot with anything remotely normal.

The thing that caused the silence to return for a moment was a rather abrupt one with Akiko implying his accent to be French. To the average German that might be the most offensive thing you could say without using curse words, he however could only find the whole thing funny, especially with the addition of Henry's expression that just finished the entire situation. He bursted out in laughter as he tried to speak up. "Hah, you know wars have been fought over less. But no, I'll have to disappoint you as it's a German accent. Oh, Henry I won't take offense to something like that. Es braucht mehr, um mich auf die Palme zu bringen. Besonders wenn sie es nicht besser wissen." The last bit acting more to challenge at his address than to add to the conversation.

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Sairyn squinted against the grief pouring through a pinhole in space-time only he could perceive. Whoever was on the other end was ugly crying, likely over a lost loved one. He'd suffered through that kind of crushing pain once before, and resolved never to put himself through it again. To have the sensation forced on him by a stranger was almost worse than experiencing them himself.

"Ugh," he muttered, jostling Yue's unconscious body until she was propped up against the plane's window and headed towards the front of the plane so he could duck into the other bathroom and splash water on his face. Sadly he couldn't just scream something through the wormhole to make it all stop... he was distracted momentarily by the quality of the paper towels he was using to blot the water from his face. He guessed if you could afford your own personal super-plane, then high quality paper towels were an afterthought.

He pulled a handful out of the dispenser and chucked them haphazardly into a flash of green light... maybe they'll appreciate the quality too.



In Vic's bathroom the air hissed momentarily as it was displaced, and *pop* a handful of paper towels scattered about suddenly, like someone had picked them up and thrown them.

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Jemma watched for only but a moment before darting forward. She knew her body and mind were sluggish, knew that the intentions could've been read wrong and all sorts of miscommunications were possible in the very moment- But the tears were too much. And she was too tired.

J-3 was too tired. Far, far too tired. Too tired of tears and the mercurial, murky, rampant, radiant, utterly alien emotions of those around her. Today had been too long, and even for one who struggled to really keep a firm grasp on the idea of time passing, or of events happening a specific way, time felt as if it was dragging on and on.

She was aware of her limbs moving before they really knew what was going on, aware of their hands abruptly coming to rest behind Vic's head. Their face was a blank, scrunched up expression. A look of concentration, of sadness perhaps? It wasn't up to Jemma to tell anyone. Not at the time. For she did not know, nor understand the pulse of 'feeling' that ran through her.

She spoke again, words coming out in a rush as another pair of arms sprouted from her hips. They reached back, scooping up the belt from the floor, before coming forth again and rather bluntly- clinically- slipping the thing through the loops of the too large pants. Jemma buckled the length of leather, and spoke as she remained somewhat in Vic's space. The arms receded along with her words coming forth.
"I am sorry. I am sorry, I would like to hug you, terribly so. I do not want you to feel, uh, alone. Humans do not do well when feeling isolated... I can leave, of course, if you'd like. But I would rather not." A brief pause, before continuing. "I, erm, I think you are... Doing good. I believe you are doing good. You will, erm, you are... Hurting. But I would like to, uh... Al- Aegis!- says that to be alone while grieving is never good. I do not want you to not be good. Even... Though I just met you the other day... Hm."
Jemma quieted then, turning about and picking up one of the many scattered paper towels. She offered it out to Vicki Vortex, and stepped back with an expression that could be construed as someone who had a hornet stinging them in the nethers.