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Austin Marshal

A rash young TIB agent.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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Special Agent Austin Marshall


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"I'm just here to do my job. If I have a lil' fun with it while I do it, well... is that really so bad?"


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Austin Marshall's TIB Clearance Card



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[[TIB ARCHIVE DATABASE: WELCOME, _User]]

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Public TIB Archive File
Full Name: Austin James Marshall
Age: 25
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 178 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Birthday: 4/1Image
Place of Birth: Terra, United States, Los Angeles
Nationality: Terran, Confirmed Citizen
Immediate Family: Edward John Marshall, Marissa Ester Marshall (deceased)
Maritial Status: Single
Occupation: Terran National Government, Social Worker
Medical Record: Citofacin, Attention Deficit Diesorder
Criminal History: Minor Theft, Assault




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Classified Archive Profile
Austin James Marshall is a Special Agent in the Terran Intelligence Bureau. He is Agent 317, callsign 'Vulpis'. He is primarily a field and reconnaissance agent with a mission-bias towards infiltration, extraction, assassination and counter-terrorism. At twenty-five years old, he is one of the youngest agents in the field. With over five successful missions under his belt, he is also one of the most renown.
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Young Austin, receiving combat training under the TIB.

Agent Marshall was marked by a spotter at age eighteen when he was observed stealing an expensive necklace from a jeweler. When confronted by security, he succeeded in talking his way out of the situation until the stolen necklace fell out of his jacket. Marshall proceeded to incapacitate three security guards before fleeing the store. He was tracked and found living in an abandoned warehouse. After a struggle, he was detained by Agent 489 and was brought back to Veritas where he was recruited of his own consent. His training began almost immediately.

For the next seven years, Marshall mastered every level of field training, from basic to tactical. He studied the cultures and histories of both Terran countries and many intergalactic nations, becoming fluent in over a dozen languages. He completed every available course for weapon handling, from light firearms to heavy explosives. Under the TIB academia, he was schooled in chemistry, physics, biology, mechanical engineering, advanced calculus, paranormal studies, theater, kinesiology, botany, basic medicine and toxicology. Despite destroying many of the training cars, he was taught to drive a plethora of different vehicles, from motor automobiles to heavy transports and even to spacefaring vessels.

Marshall's past is hazy and unclear, mostly because the agent rarely speaks of it. He recognizes having a mother and brother in his youth. They lived in extreme poverty, and the mother eventually died of untreated syphilis. Austin and his brother, Edward, split ways and became stragglers. It was during this time that Austin developed exceptional thieving and stealth capabilities. He also learned how to fight hand-to-hand in the Israeli defense system of Krav Maga, learning from an old master in exchange for whatever liquor he'd managed to steal that day.

Austin suffers from a rare neurological disease: citofacin (cito - quick, facina - action), caused by a malfunction in the motor and sensory neurons in the brain. As the neurons release catecholamine neurotransmitters between synapses, the velocity at which the neurotransmitters move is accelerated beyond all normal human parameters. As a result, the lag-time between thought and action is shortened drastically. For persons suffering from citofacin, thought and action are one. Years of therapy have allowed Austin to train his "disease", focusing himself to prevent every passing thought from being completed as action, consciously choosing what he will or will not do. His condition also gives him a considerable edge on the field. Without any lag time between brain and trigger finger, Austin is an extremely capable fighter and gunman, his kinetic speed almost inhuman. Nonetheless, Austin still struggles to maintain complete control of his disease, failing frequently.

In terms of his character, Marshall is an optimist and an extrovert. He is a great lover of humor and sarcasm, never failing to find something that he might smile (or smirk) at. Although he has consistently shown great bravery and courage on the field, his valor often evolves into blatant recklessness, particularly when confronted with bleak or hopeless situations. He is a risk-taker and a daredevil; the more dire and desperate the objective, the more enjoyable it seems to become to him. A skilled orator and speaker, Austin craves society and the company of others. When left alone for extended periods of time, he has been known to talk to himself. His bright character seems to be a helpful tool for the agent when he is tasked with impersonating a character or acting out a role in his various assignments.

Despite this, Marshall has frequently demonstrated narcissistic behavior and overtly forward sexual tendencies. He flirts recklessly and without restraint and has had dozens of known public relationships, all of which lasted no longer then a month. His ego frequently clashes with other authorities on the field, and Marshall will often abandon a set-plan in favor of a direction or course that he deems more effective. Despite his obvious tactical success on every mission he has been sent on, Marshall has been suspended from duty three times, detained four times and brought up on charges of sexual harassment twelves times.



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"Of course not, General Stryker," Austin nodded, "it's just a security precaution. I'm sure you know all about that." The agent smiled, reclining into the couch as he exhaled, appearing none the least concern with the present situation.

"Well it won't take much to get this little factory 'officialized' as you might call it," Austin reached into his suit, retrieving a small selection of papers, "you'll just need to sign a few documents, registering your factory under the Wing City district, and another allowing for a bi-annual inspection of the building to ensure your company is up-to-par with safety and sanitary conditions."

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Austin Marshal shrugged, "The Terran National Government simply wants to create the most peaceful and stable environment humanly possible for its citizens," Austin nodded, firing off the answer without a moment of hesitation. "I'd like to say that we don't need to keep records on every little detail... but you'd be suprised how many malevolent forces take root on Terra. This planet is a breeding ground for all sorts of crime and superhuman forces."

The agent backtracked quickly, "of course, that's not at all to say that I'm making an accusation against the establishment you've made here. Your factory seems like a fine place, and if you've really submitted the paperwork already as you say you have, then I see no problem in just waiting for those to get to us."

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Austin Marshal laughed youthfully, not at all phased by Thunderstrike's considerably wise summary of the TNG. Austin was even a bit startled at how true his words had hit home.

"If you want to talk politics, General Stryker, then stop by the government center sometime," Austin rose, putting the files back into his jacket as he extended his hand once more for Stryker.

"Once those files go through, we'll send an inspector over to take a look around that place. That shouldn't be for a few months, though," Austin explained, "thank you very much for your time, General." By the tone of Austin's voice, it was clear that the agent was done here.

Only he wasn't. Austin Marshall had only just started investigating this place.

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"That'd be great," Austin nodded, "I'd love a closer look at your factory." Austin's warily eyed the various security cameras and Thunderstrike's suspicious view of several key points of the city. Doubtless the agent would question Stryker about this later, but for now he wanted to be on the general's good side.

"And what about the design?" Austin inquired further, "do you base your choppers off of former military models?"

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Austin Marshal followed Stryker carefully, listening with seemingly eager intent. "You mean you practically designed these helicopters from scratch?" Austin remarked, "very impressive, General. Few men these days have the technical experience to build something so advanced out of so little."

"A million models you said, though?" Austin cocked his head, "that's an awful lot. Did you ever end up meeting your quota?" As Austin talked, he was constantly scanning the factory, looking out the windows and at every corner of the complex. If there was a blind spot or a less-protected area of the building that Stryker was leading him through, the agent would find it.

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Austin Marshal accepted the hat with a murmer of thanks, putting it over his head after a brief inspection. "An interesting request, General. What use could a fully-outfitted battle helicopter be of to a man like you? Naturally I assume you don't actually partake in any of the combat these machines see..." Austin smiled, his eyes watching each humvee as it rolled by. Geez... this guy liked his cars to be the same brand....

"What are the conditions of your 'flight test' anyhow?" Austin inquired further, "rather rigorous, I imagine?"

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Austin Marshal nodded continuously, actually quite interested at the workings of the factory. Everything was so... orderly. So efficient and proffesionally intelligent. It seemed as if General Stryker was as much a business man as he was a military man. "It's all very impressive, General," Austin noted, "I'd be hard pressed to find a better-operating contractor in the city itself."

"And yes, your security certainly IS tight knit," Austin acknowledged, "I understand why, I suppose... weapons manufacturer and all... but what about the cameras upstairs? You certainly like to keep an eye on things, General. You're a contractor, not an intelligence operator." The agent smiled.

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Austin Marshal leaned against the long counter at Gambit's bar, an impressive collection of shot-glasses splayed out before him. The TIB agent had been having agonizing headaches for the last few weeks that made sleep impossible. With his citofacin disease making most pain-relieving medications unsafe for his health, the agent had taken the next best option: lots and lots of alcohol.

Blinking slightly, Austin slapped his fist against the counter, quickly ordering another round. "No sense in stopin' now..." he mumbled with a smile.

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Austin Marshal downed yet another shot with considerable ease. God, this was awful. He was dog-tired and yet totally unable to get a wink of sleep. Still, the liquor did appear to be helping. The previously excruciating throbbing in his head had diminished to a quiet hum. If he was lucky, maybe he get so shit-faced drunk that...

The agent stopped in mid-thought, ruubbing at his eyes lazily as Minarva entered the bar. She was a perfect 'Gambit's' type girl at first glance. Tall. Dark. Beautiful. And there she was... sitting all lonesome at the counter, with some strange cybercat girl keeping her company.

"Hell..." Austin grinned, "...who needs sleep anyway?" The agent sauntered over to the halfbreed, picking at an empty-shotglass over the counter and sliding it over to the elf as he stood next to her.

"Evenin' miss..." the agent grinned, "...you look a bit lost. You been here befo-WHATTHEHELL?!?!"

Austin turned sharply as Broodwarrior Grunt threw a chair into one of the windows. Great. Just when a pretty girl walks in, some fuck-head had to mess things up. The agent drew his gauss-pistol, taking aim at the alien with precise accuracy. Had someone just walked in at that moment, it would have impossible to tell that the agent had just downed six shot-glasses in a row.

"Stand down!" he called out to the alien, "this is the TIB, and you just destroyed private property!" The agent paused for a moment before adding. "...THAT, and you just made me PAINFULLY sober!"

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Austin Marshal holstered his pistol, quietly breathing his relief. "Thanks, patrons." He nodded to those that had stopped the alien. It was an increasing rarity to find someone who gave-a-damn in Gambit's these days. Nonethless, it was refreshing.

"And yeah," Austin turned back to Minarva, "...I WAS drunk. That little spectacle put enough adrelanine into my system to wash out half the liquor in my brain. I'll have to start all over again." The agent's youthful eyes flickered up to the elf, a handsome grin spread across his jaw. "...maybe you'd like to join me?"

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"Things to search for, huh?" Austin inquired, leaning against the counter beside her, chuckling to himself, "...I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place, then. Girls come to Gambit's looking for a stiff drink or a place to spend the night." Austin paused, raising one of his eyebrows curiously. "Unless you ARE looking for a place to spend the night, in which case I'd be more then happy to oblige you."

The agent briefly noticed Mammon out of the corner of his eyes, taking note of his lavish attire. At least he ordered a good drink.

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"I happen to know that the TIB possess a shit-load of government-frequenced digitisers in our net-vault on the Motherboard Archive Database," Austin began unflinchingly, taking a bored sip of his whiskey. "Clearance Level Three agents have access to our database system I'm a level Four."

"Now don't get me wrong, that's a cute toy she has there," Austin nodded towards Arcus with a wink, "...but I imagine that you don't want to just get INTO the Pattern. You're looking for something there. An encrypted file or coded program... a program that the Terran INTELLIGENCE Bureau will almost certainly have on-demand in her data-command platform in the Pattern." Another sip. "...that I have access too, by the way." All said fluently and articulately while half-drunk, Austin was feeling a bit sly at that moment.

"Now," Austin cocked his head, "...how out of your reach was I again?" The agent grinned ruggedly, thumbing at his jaw as he stared up at the elf with a scoundrel's smirk.

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"Well that's why the good Lord saw fit to give us mentos..." Austin shrugged, fishing into his pocket and popping a few of the mints into his mouth. "...but apart from that, I'm really not supposed to just let you into the database and use our digitisers. You'd have to do an AWFUL lot of paper work, first... couple background checks..." Austin shrugged, rolling one of his shoulders back as if testing the muscle.

"Yeah, I'd need to be pret-ty damn convinced to let you into a place like THAT," the agent nodded factually, cracking his knuckles and tossing his hair about with his fingers.

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Austin Marshal shook his head as he woke up from his dizzying sleep on the surface of the bar counter, rubbing at his temples as he rapidly blinked the fog of unconsciousness from his weary eyes. Shit, what had just happened? Last thing he remembered was racking up his seventh whiskey shot... that, and the absurdly-attractive elf woman he had met earlier had been holding a buzz-saw up to his neck. He must have passed out from the liquor.

"Whazzuh-hellz?" Austin groaned, at this point being very, very sober and experiencing quite a bit of a hangover, "...where'z that girl?"

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Minarva was seated at a table nearby, a differnet disclike device in her hands, a 3D image of some sort was on it, strange pinkish light, She was shifting through what appeared to be a map of sorts, fully topographical in appearance in faint pink and white light. A map written in a weird langauge, claw marks apparently. Strange l ettering of language. But that did not mean anyone could use the strange weapon. She used it like a map, She flicked through the information on the strange disc as if it were a full 3D iPad like device. Data scrolled across the top part of the map. Listing locations apparently. Her ears twitched when she heard the drunken man waken, Badbreath Mentos was up. The tender at the bar pointed her out ot him. Her pink eyes carefully watching the drunken mans movements. What a lush, Felinus men were more stable

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Austin Marshal staggered to his feet, his vision blurring as he attemtping to collect himself. "Son of a bitch..." he murmured, clutching at the side of the bar for support. He had been stupid. Very, very stupid. He ought to be thankful no one had taken his wallet or keys as he had lain passed-out across the counter. Moreover... he ought to be thankful that the elf-bitch didn't slice his throat open when she had the chance.

"You..." Austin pointed at Minarva immediately upon noticing her, "...you tried to kill me..." Were anyone paying careful attention to the agent, the would find his right foot tapping ceaselssly, the fingers on his left hand tugging non-stop on his shirt, and the muscles on his right bicep flexing unctontrollably as if in a spasm. It was like the young man had no control over his body.

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Minarva didn't smile as she merely went back to the disc device on the table and once m ore started flicking long slender fingers through the datafields as if without a care. She spoke, her calm yet strongly feline voice heard by Austin clearly, "Had I wanted you dead you would not be speaking to me at this moment, But I need you alive, as you are the one that can help me." The 3d holographic that overed over the strange black and pink disc device faded and disappeared, the Disc soon afterwards, placed at her hip, blending perfectly with her strange skintight black jumpsuit, highlighted with pink seemingly lights in strange designs, a strange multipointed circle device was seen on her outfit. It was either just a part of the design, or it was more then that, which it was as she was once more tapping the device with a finger as she sat back.

"You are able to help me are you not ? You wanted convincing. Do you still require it ?" The pink eyed halfbreed stared intently at Austin.

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"If that's a challenge to fight, elf," Austin managed a roguish smirk despite his obvious discomfort, "then by all means, come and get it. I haven't had a good fight in a loooonnggg time. Not since the Taiyou Showdown." The agent shook his head rapidly, attempting to dispell the groggy nature of the post-hangover universe he was currently presided in. In his current state, he didn't look like much. The elf-woman might be inclined to believe she could beat him easily.

"...but I'll make you a deal, babe," Austin looked up at the girl, mishief in his eyes, "...if you win, I'll get you your digitiser. But if I win..." he grinned devilishly, "...you have to do ONE thing I say. Got it?"

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Minarva continued to tap her fingers on the strange design on her outfit under her left arm with her right hand. After a minute she snickered and removed the chaindisc. from her side. The device looked like a pointy disc of sorts, all black with edges of pink light, the points like arrowheads of chainsaw blades. It was about the size of a dinner plate. She held it by the inner edge of the frisbee like device with three slender, slightly furred, fingers. "Are you sure you want to bed me ?" With a flick of her wrist the chaindisc activated,the buzz of a chainsaw's wirring blades heard clearly, yet, no roaring engine to power it. "Something tells me you wont last..... long... against a Felinus" She fliced her wrist as if throwing a frisbee, the chaindisc buzzed, but never left her hand. Was she toying with the Agent ?

A growl was heard then when she realised what he had called her, Elf, She was not an elf. She was a Felinus, A feline! Though well respected due to her halfbreed status, not a full blooded felinus. Sadly. Born of two different races. She had the likeness of both, where her littermate had only one. She looked ready to throw the disc at him.

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Austin Marshal took Minarva's feral growl as only more of a challenge. "...trust me babe, I think I can handle you JUST fine." The agent parted his feet, letting his hands droop lazily as he mustered all his will-power to concetrate on the buzzing weapon in her hands.

"...but if you should have your doubts..." Austin grinned, gesturing to his exposed torso, "...take your best shot." Smoothing back his hair, the agent gave the the Felinus hybrid a playful wink.

"C'mon... I won't bite."

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Minarva snickered somewhat darkly, sounding something like a feline chuffing noise before flicking her wrist a second time, this time letting the chaindisc fly, the buzzing device flared to full vibrant life then, the twin chains moving in opposing directions making a strange pale pink, almost white ring of buzzing light. She then disappeared from all site and sound. The chaindisc moving swiftly towards Austin. This one wanted a challenge ? On the game zones of the Pattern Minarva was one of the best. One of the few who could take on a antivirus firewall program like Layla. Heck, Layla taught Minarva most of her skills in the Pattern and outside of it.

Minarva then reappeared some feet behind Marshal, "Rule number one of fighting a Felinus, Never tempt them." She called out. Sure to break his concentration. Long enough to get a mark on him somewhere, but nothing fatal or too damaging. The Chaindisc had deleted programs when it shot through them. Other times he had broken glass and Pattern bassed matrials with ease. But this was outside the pattern, if it were inside, things would be much easier, So she h ad to aim to miss. Otherwise, she'd have a badly injured Human on her hands to care for.

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Austin Marshal saw the chain-disks coming the moment they were fired, his pupils shrinking as he prepared to act. Even as Minarva re-appeared behind him and taunted him, attempting to distract him the incoming projectile, he was already in motion. Citofacin disease made it nearly impossible for Austin to change his direction mid-action once he had made up his mind. No distraction or chance-happenings for this one.

With a sudden, fluent movement, Austin dropped; crouching low and shoulder-rolling across the floorboards, the flying chain disks whizzing harmlessly above him. The raw speed at which Austin moved was unreal. Had someone blinked in that moment, they would have missed it.

Impossible.

Wasn't this the same man who had trouble standing on his two feet a few seconds ago? The guy who had woken up in Gambit's, an agonizing hangover beating against his skull as he struggled to remember how many shots of whiskey he had had the previous night? And yet, all at once, the drunken fool was gone. Adrenaline was in Austin's system, washing out his lethargic nature and groggy senses in a hot flood of vigorous energy. The agent crouched low, masterfully balanced on the floor of the bar as he stared up at the half-breed with his trademark mischief-grin.

"...never tempt a Felines, huh?" he bit his lower lip, "I think I'll take my chances, love. Good move, though. Probably would have worked on any other man. Any other -normal- man."

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Minarva easily caught the chaindisc in her left hand. her right hand held the other disc, only it was slightly smaller, and had no chainblades on it. She flicked her wrists again, first her left, letting the datadisc fly, the track it took however was quite.... strange, Instead of flying straight like a fired weapon, it insdead hit the ceiling, then the floor at Austins feet, a nanosecond later the chaindisc chewed up a bit of the floor and ceiling as it too collidied with the surfaces, which soon repaired, but not as quickly as on t he Pattern, which she had indeed hoped for. This time however Minarva remained where she was after blinking. The datadisc, then the chaindisc went back, as if on command, to Minarva's hands. She slid away the datadisc, the chaindisc spinning lazly in one hand. It is impossible, she thought, for one to avoid a chaindisc. harder still if it is paired with a datadisc. She sent the chaindisc off again, once more hitting the floor and ceiling before heading back to its thrower. She waited then, She had thrown the first move, It was his turn.

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"Huh. I think you missed tha-" Austin was cut short from his chiding as the chain disk suddenly ricocheted off of the ceiling into the floorboards at his feet, splintering the wood and open up a gaping hole leading to the basement. The young agent surely would have fallen through had he not leapt as the boards shattered beneath his feet, grabbing at the nearest edge and hanging there.

"Shit..." he muttered, quickly pulling himself out of the hole and rolling to the side before the disk made its second-trip and came rushing in again from the ceiling. So those little rings could materialize anything they touched, huh? That would have been a good thing to know BEFORE the agent had decided to pick a fight with the Felinus. The things he did for pretty girls...

Still, there was one OTHER useful bit of info he had picked up from that close encounter that might be of use to Austin. Although the discs vaporized anything they touched, they also RICOCHETED off of them. In other words, they could only be used once before they had to be thrown again. Putting his brain into the fight, the young agent quickly concocted a plan. Seeing as how the half-breed was giving him a chance to strike, Austin waisted no time.

Picking up a nearby bar stool, the agent charged Minarva, throwing the bar stool directly at Minarva's face when he a fairly-close distance from her. If Austin's guess was correct, the hybrid would easily smash through the chair with her disc, being too close to the projectile to dodge it. If Minarva did so, Austin would strike... ducking under the whisping debris of the obliterated chair and lashing at the Felinus while she was vulnerable and distracted with the stool. If he managed this much, Austin would flat-out tackle the halfbreed; attempting to use his raw muscle to bring Minarva down by her waist and pin her to the ground.

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Minarva disappeared from sight, and out of the path of the oncoming stool. and was once again behind Austin. Snapping out quickly with the datadisc, and not the Chaindisc she lashed out fast as lightning at his unprotected flank to poke him off balance, the datadiscs bite, at least outside thep attern, was not more then a wasp sting, the chaindisc however, was another story. This man was typical Human. Drunk, with skill. She then withdrew a strange cane-like device and fired several times at the floor between her and Austin, the floor by then had started to repair itself. Just like the Pattern. though sometimes, it was quite useful. Doubtless by then the man was dazed after colliding with the bar itself that was at the time to her back. She slid away the datarod. "Finished yet ?" She had put away the chaindisc,it appe;ared on her strange outfit as part of the light designs under her left arm and over her left side. "Most Humans by now give in. Why be so foolish ?"