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Schuyler

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

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Name: Schuyler Callahan
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown

Physical Description: Schuyler who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is in perfect shape. Long crimson red hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back. Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter. She generally wears whatever suits her current mood. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in.

Personality Description: Schuyler has an endearing quality about her that makes her enemy forget what she truly is. It’s almost like she’s far too innocent to be living on a planet that houses some of the most dangerous individuals of all time. Despite living with a bunch of dickwads, and having to deal with ignorant people, she has managed to keep her compassionate side, which is something that has gotten her into trouble several times.

Skills, powers and abilities:

Telepathy: Schuyler has the ability not only to connect mentally with others, but the dead as well. Almost like a séance, but a hell of a lot better, she can speak to the dead no matter how long they’ve been gone.

Psychokinesis: She has the ability to throw items around, move items from one place to another, and influence objects to land in a specific area when the object is falling. More specifically, Schuyler can move anything ranging from a feather to a car without having to put her hands on it. Whether or not she can move something larger such as a ship or a planet isn’t known because she has never tried. If something is falling towards her or being shot towards her, Schuyler can change the trajectory so it misses her.

Summoning: Schuyler can summon ethereal creatures to her side. They come in several different forms and she can control them with just a thought. Whether or not they feel like behaving, she can get them to do tasks and if necessary, take out any threats. They only answer to her and no one else can control them no matter how powerful. When she and her brother were taken from their family by the Aschen and kept apart for months, the creatures became her companions and kept her from completely forgetting who she was even with the physical, psychological, and emotional abuse.

Catapsi: Catapsi allows a trained psychic mind to broadcast passive telepathic static across wide distances. This telepathic static makes it impossible to read auras in the area of effect and as such it is impossible to determine relative levels of power through psychic, magical, or technological means. In addition, those affected by the Catapsi field find their sense of right and wrong diminished or removed entirely, their inhibitions shattered, and their mind highly susceptible to lies and half-truths so long as they originate from the source of the field. Even those with highly structured minds normally immune to psychic interference or those with no conventional mind at all, such as androids, are not safe from the field's effects, though a Psion of sufficient skill can exclude whomever he or she wishes. In short, anyone subjected to the Catapsi field is sure to have their mental defenses eroded away and become pliable to the will of the Cultist.

Character Equipment:

Four gunlike weapons. The GodKiller, Death Penalty, The Executioner, and PewPewPew. Each of these has their own special attributes that help her fight against the monsters, gods, creatures, and anything else that decides to attack her. The Godkiller is by far the largest weapon she carries on her body and it is especially useful on godlike things.

6 ft bullwhip is hooked into the shoulder harness, most of it resting tightly against her back.

6 - silver-plated throwing knives are sporadically placed on her body. These knives are not made of normal material and though the handles are silver plated, the actual blades are made of a magical material that not only gives them a fire-like glow, but allows the blades to dissipate whenever they're not being utilized. The blades can cut through most material that can be found on Tarsus, which makes them really handy to keep around.

Short Swords: Schuyler has armed herself with a pair of short swords that strap onto her forearms. There is nothing special thing about these swords other than being very sharp.

Character History: So very classified.

So begins...

Schuyler's Story

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Pacing back and forth, Schuyler debated on whether or not to go through with her decision. Grasped tight in her slender fingers were a piece of paper with an address and instructions upon it, but she paid little attention to it. The entirety of the king size bed was covered in clothing as was the brown arm chair in the corner of the hotel room. A strand of red hair made its way into the tip of her mouth and as she wandered back and forth in front of the messy bed, she chewed on the piece absentmindedly. Time was ticking away and the young adult still didn’t have a single piece of clothing on save for a matching red silk thong and bra.

“Damn it, Schuyler, you don’t have all day. Either get dressed or call down and tell them you changed your mind.”

Throwing the piece of paper down onto the cherry wood nightstand centered on the left side of the plush bed, she made her way to the bathroom to finish getting prettied up. Once her earrings and navel piercing was changed out, she shimmied back to the pile of clothing to pick out what to wear. Once dressed, she peeked in the mirror, studying her appearance.

“Alright, I guess this means I’m going.”

After another quick glance around the room she jogged to the elevator and hit the L button. Humming under her breath to drown out the retarded music elevators always played, the nineteen-year-old was glad when the doors opened. Stepping out into the lobby, her crimson eyes searched out the lanky garnet-haired kid that was her contact. Finally spotting him, she made her way towards him, her hips swaying seductively.

“Hey, kid. I’m supposed to be going to Conference Room D. How about showing me the way?”

His eyes scanned her body briefly before nodding rapidly. He didn’t say anything, but turned around and began walking towards the room. Huffing in irritation not just because he had taken a minute to check her out, but because he didn’t bother saying anything, Callahan didn’t move a muscle. Instead, her arms crossed against her chest and her eyes narrowed dangerously towards the back of the boy’s head. He was roughly as tall as her and perhaps once he finished with his puberty would be a good looking individual. Eugene finally stopped walking and turned around to face her, confusion apparent on his pale face.

“Miss? Aren’t you coming to the conference room? It’s just this way.”

Dropping her arms down her sides, the redhead couldn’t help but grin. Stepping forward, she made her way to where he was standing and waved him forward. As he began walking again, she made sure to keep up so he didn’t have another perplexing moment. Waiting for the doors to be opened, the slender woman stepped in and glanced around at the others already inside. It took her only a few minutes to find a place to sit, far away from the man who looked like he lost a fight in a plastic surgery battle, and without a word, the introvert sat down and stared hard at the water glasses as well as the plate in front of her.

“…So… how’s it going?”

All at once the man changed into one of the creatures that attacked the night of the party, causing Schuyler to scream at the top of her lungs. She stumbled back away from the thing and slammed into the door. Suddenly she was trapped and before she knew it, she was buried beneath a pile of slobbering creatures that appeared to want to kill her.


Screaming, she was suddenly sitting up in the bed of an empty barricaded hotel room. Glancing around, she fought to normalize her breathing as she came to the realization that she was safe. The dream wasn’t real… she was very much alone and alive in the hotel in the middle of Icarius. She had managed to get that far, but things were getting stickier as she continued to travel, and thus far she hadn’t found anyone alive.

“…ugh… I hate nightmares.” She wasn’t even sure where that dream came from since she had never to her knowledge had that happen to her when she was nineteen, but just chalked it up to being overly stressed.

After all, when things were trying to constantly kill someone, they tended to react in other ways to try and relieve the stress. The hotel was missing the majority of its structure, but she had managed to find a room that was the inside corridor and after barricading not just the windows and door, she decided to stay there for a few days. Drifting back off to sleep, the twenty-five-year-old sighed heavily, hoping she didn’t have any more dreams. It didn’t even matter to her that it was daylight because when the window got barricaded, it blocked out all light. As she fell into a deep sleep, her mind decided it was time for another hotel nightmare.

Her mind was kind of a dick.

On the way back to the hotel room she was staying in, Schuyler was suddenly assaulted by an unseen force. Whatever it was yanked her into a nearby room, the door slamming behind the two. About to open up a can of whoop-ass on whomever it was, she turned around to find a little girl just standing there with an impish grin on her face. Blinking down at the kid, she couldn’t help but feel like she was staring into the face of a younger her. Her facial expression softened, and the 6’0 female knelt down in front of the girl.

“What’s the matter, squirt?”

“Are y’gon’ fight?”

“Am I going to fight who?”

“Dem bad monsters dat keep makin’ y’ run ‘way from dem!”

Arching a slight brow, Schuyler cautiously glanced towards the door to make sure it was still shut before retuning her attention towards the kid. It was like looking into a mirror and that was slightly unnerving to the young female. Bright red eyes stared up into her own crimson orbs, and they reminded her of unpleasant times. Reaching over to sweep red strands away from the unnamed child’s face, she did the same to her hair. A few minutes of silence passed before, Callahan decided to probe for a bit of information.

“Y’ gotta get stronger to fight dem bad monsters. Dey’re coming for y’ and dey’re gonna try ‘n kill y’.”

“I’m not a fighter… I can’t do this.”

“Y’ are too… it’s time.”

The little girl wrapped her hand around Schuyler’s wrist, carefully leading her out of the room. The two headed down the hallway, away from her hotel room. Keeping quiet, the redhead wondered what was going on, and why she was letting a strange kid take her somewhere away from comfort. For some reason, it felt right, and she completely trusted the little girl. It wasn’t long before they were outside the exercise room. The girl handed her a totally different room key that belonged to an anonymous patron.

“What’s your name anyways, kiddo?”

“Nicci. Dat’s de room that y’ need to go into. Y’gonna have t’ go alone.”

“Errr, alright.”

Using the strange room key to get into the room, she patted the kid on her head before stepping inside. Whatever training she was supposed to be doing didn’t seem obvious, so she jumped on the elliptical to get her work out on. Without warning a pack of werewolves busted through the glass door and she was instantaneously thrust into a battle for her life.


Screaming again, Schuyler shot up in bed and threw out a string of swear words before deciding naptime was over. Crossing her legs, she decided to meditate and hoped that the two dreams weren’t omens. Thus far nothing had come close to the hotel and she was determined to keep her presence here a complete secret. Screw the monsters and anything else that was out there to kill her.

The setting changes from Icarius to The Cryo System

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Character Portrait: Kianna Character Portrait: Schuyler Character Portrait: Kaz Martell Character Portrait: Zaria Malcom Character Portrait: Lan Berko Character Portrait: M.A Ria Character Portrait: LNS Void Wanderer Character Portrait: Fe Jones
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#, as written by Faithy
Schuyler shot her brother a silent look before following behind the Marines onto the ship. She was still getting used to what was expected of them and although her teammates seemed to be nice enough people, she still wasn’t quite sure if this was the best course of action. It didn’t really help that she was still having flashbacks of the emotional, physical, and psychological torture she had gone through while at the hands of the Aschen, but it really only made her stronger. Shifting her lightly shaded crimson eyes back forward, she watched as Zaria checked the corners to make sure things were safe before commanding all those in the ship to identify themselves.

What if everyone is dead? Well… I guess if that’s the case, I can just talk to them and find out what happened.

Shaking the thought out of her mind, Schuyler was fairly surprised when two men identified themselves before asking the boarders to say who they were. Figuring that she wasn’t to say or do anything unless one of the Marines told her, the redhead remained silent, both arms crossed against her chest. The two didn’t seem to be that dangerous, but how did they know that others weren’t waiting in the darkness waiting for the signal to attack them. Tilting her head, she dropped both arms down to her sides and tried to keep from fidgeting.

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#, as written by Lobos
"Zaria Malcom, Aschen Special Projects." Checking her sidearm, the woman lowered it slightly, the angle still giving her a shot for something less than vital. "We picked up your distress signal. If the party seems a little hostile, well, apparently there's some fun going on out here."

"I'm going to have to ask, is there anyone else alive on this ship? And if so, will they be as peaceful as you two?" The once Midnight operative tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes as she studied the pair for any sign of deceit. Though it felt good to be back doing something for a purpose, the woman's sense of operational and personal security was ever vigilant.

Adding for explanation, she offered a minor shrug. "For security protocols."

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The name offered by Zaria didn't ring any bells to Kaz, but he still attempts to block any lack of familiarity from his body language, keeping guarded but willing to cooperate.

With both men lowering their arms and slowly holstering their handguns, Kaz speaks up. "We have a Mobile Armature in the cockpit, as well as one more active personnel who is our acting CO. We also have two wounded in critical condition. None of us will be giving you any trouble."

Licking his lips slightly, Lan looks between the various members of the boarding party, calculating. Both men seem at a loss of words until Lan asks carefully, "I never did study much of my maps, but where exactly are you Uhshen Special Projects from?"

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Smiling wryly, Zaria slid her pistol in its holster, motioning to the marines to lower and sling their weapons. Scowling for a moment as they hesitated, she turned. "Put the damn guns down. Just from the sight they're not who you think they are, so put your dicks back in your pants. Bloody marines."

Glancing back, the woman shrugged again, relaxing her posture on the surface. "In answer to that question, it's somewhat complicated. Most of the A-shen," Subtly correcting the pronunciation, the woman continued. "Special Projects Division is from the space you're in now, the Isirian sector of the Aurora. The Aschen themselves are in another sector of the Milky Way entirely."

Shifting her weight slightly, she hesitated a moment before asking her next question. "Would you mind if I asked you to lay your weapons down? We'd like to talk more with you, but protocol again. And rest assured, any of these marines with me," Casting a venomous glare at the men. "Don't do so peacefully, and I have unpleasant things waiting to happen to them."

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Both comforted and slightly unnerved by the antics in front of him, Kaz agrees to lay down his weaponry while mulling over the woman's explanation. Unbuckling the holster from his belt and taking the rifle sling off his shoulder, he lays both weapons down slowly and in a neat configuration on the floor next to the beds he was using as cover.

Lan, less willing, seemed keen on holding his gun until Kaz gives him a brief glance. With a sigh, he follows suit. Deciding not to try struggling with the pronunciation again, Lan instead asks, "Isirian sector of the Aurora? Where is that in relation to... uh, say, Galvan system?"

It was the moment both men were feeling a slowly worsening twist in their guts over. As pleasant as the interaction was going thus far, it seemed likely that there was a nasty surprise in store for them, be that falling into enemy hands or being so far out of reach of the enemy to be concerning.

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#, as written by Lobos
"Galvan System?" The woman was quiet for moment, thinking and consulting the neural implant she possessed. A few seconds later, her gaze sharpened on the two. "I don't know. I can't think of any recording of a Galvan System."

Hesitating for a moment, she inquired anew. "Are there any other armed crew members? We'll have to ask the same of them."

The marines came forward and secured the weapons.

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Lan seemed quite displeased with allowing the marines to take his weaponry, and was quick to vocalize this to Kaz- albeit, in their own language rather than Common.

"I don't like this, Kaz. If they decide to take us out this is just making it easier."

Scowling, Kaz throws him a short reply. "Shut up."

With that out of the way and Lan matching his scowl, Kaz looks towards Zaria. "The other two active members of the crew will be armed with hand-guns, but neither are in a position to use them. The Med-bay is through the armory, there," he says, pointing carefully towards the open door on his left.

"We can take you there, but our C.O can not be moved until proper medical equipment is brought to use."

He decided it would be best to tackle the matter of their whereabouts another time. Almost as an afterthought he adds, "May I send Lieutenant Berko to retrieve our Mobile Armature? She is not a combat model and you can escort him to ensure she is disarmed."

Kaz made sure to speak carefully and choose his words carefully, lest it sound like he was making demands.

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#, as written by Faithy
Schuyler felt more like a decoration that anything else as she remained in one place, listening to Zaria interact with the men identified as Kaz and Lan. She wasn’t exactly sure if she was supposed to introduce herself since this was the first mission she had truly been on, but if there was a break in the conversation, maybe she’d pipe up with her credentials. Until then, she was going to remain exactly where she was at, while attempting to look nonthreatening. Her nose wrinkled up a little when Zaria asked if anyone else was aboard, glad that someone had the gumption to ask what she had been thinking. Her shoulders relaxed immediately when the two men holstered the weapons and she fought to keep from crossing her arms again. It was a bad habit and she had gotten yelled at multiple times for doing it, but she still seemed to fall back into the habit every once in a while.

It wasn’t long before Schulyer was not exactly tuning out the conversation, but more like, stopped paying as much attention as she had been previously. Her gaze roamed from the marines over towards Zaria before moving to Kaz and Lan. Everyone seemed to be pretending to be calm, but it was obvious that they were quite tense, especially the marines. She on the other hand was mostly bored and had to resist the urge to find something to mess around with. Instead, she twirled her fingers through her crimson locks, wondering if she looked as harmless as she felt. That was kind of the point of her being there, she supposed. Her entire demeanor was innocent and sweet, which often offset the rough nature of the marines and others in the Special Projects group.

The men were soon handing over their weapons to the marines and she subconsciously watched them before shifting her attention elsewhere. Her nose scrunched up again and she went back to messing with her hair, wondering where the Galvan system happened to be. It was something she had never heard before, but hopefully they would hear more later. That was one of the reasons she agreed to sign up with the Special Projects group – to explore the different galaxies. Peering over towards her brother, she shrugged a little before finally deciding that perhaps now was a good time to introduce herself.

“Since we’re introducing each other… guess I should introduce myself as well. I’m Schuyler Callahan, member of the Aschen Special Projects group.” Waving slightly, she moved closer to her brother, her gaze shifting to the floor.

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Nodding with a faint smile towards Schuyler, she glanced back to Kaz, shaking her head. "Go retrieve your equipment, and if you would, I'll escort you to the rest of your crew. I do apologize about the strictures over security, but there are many threats to the empire, these days."

"Schuyler, if you'll keep an eye on our marine friends with your brother, we can finish up here."

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"Of course," Kaz replies smartly, drawing his gaze from the rather curious- and somewhat out of place Schuyler, back to Zania. "Follow me then, Ma'am. Lan," he says, turning and nodding to his fellow. "Bring Maria to the Medbay." With a clipped nod, Lan heads into the Armory, and then into the service corridor towards the cockpit.

It was a short walk to the medbay from the crew quarters, having only to go through the armory- which also appeared to be the primary fire control for the ship's armaments. It was, unlike the crew quarters they had left, in more or less pristine and fully operational condition- minus a few unsightly stains.

Stepping into the medbay, Zania would see the line of covered corpses on one side of the room, and the two men hooked up to the ship's medical equipment on the other side. Sitting between them is a clearly alien, though at least mammalian creature; green-hued skin and short, deep blue hair, she seemed to be focusing intently on nothing in particular.

Not skipping a beat, as soon as he enters the room Kaz walks up to the entranced woman and takes the sidearm from her hip, handing it to Zania. "This is our acting officer, Fe Jones." Zania might note the elongated handle of the pistol, designed for a hand with more digits than hers.



Stepping into the cockpit, Lan finally vents a brief string of expletives.

"Lieutenant, what is wrong," asks the formerly idle Maria, rotating the chair to look at the man.

"We've been boarded and are probably going to be taken captive. Come on, we're going to the Medbay so they can shack us all up in one place." Moving forward, Lan, through some brief exertion, lifts Maria's torso up. The Mechanized Armature wraps its arms around his upper body, supporting herself as he brings her towards the Medbay.



Just as Kaz was preparing to ask a question he deemed important, Lan and Maria enter the room; the somewhat short man obviously struggling slightly with the remains of what was now the upper half of a humanoid machine.

Deciding to instead introduce their last active crewmember, Kaz gestures to the two of them while Lan sets his load down on a stretcher.

"That is Mechanized Armature Ria, but we call her Maria for short."

He was carefully watching for any signs of interest, surprise, or disgust at their inhuman passengers.

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#, as written by Lobos
Instead, Zaria nodded to the mechanoid, her own experiences inuring her to the meeting of a synthetic. While the alien member of the crew perked curiosity, she reigned in it as she tapped her comm awake. "Ship is clear and secure. We're all in the med-bay."

"Thank you for your cooperation. We've been having trouble with a local aggressor in this sector, so the security protocols are higher than they normally would be." Studying the sidearm in her hand, she did note the peculiarities of the design, idly wondering what it shot. Leaning against the bulkhead, the woman smiled again. "As far as I know, given the state of your ship and crew, this is a standard rescue. Unfortunately, past experiences with simple tasks have been met with...unpleasant surprises."

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"I see," Kaz replies in a casual tone. And he did; their own enemies frequently used distress beacons as a means to trap or destroy their fleets.

"These local aggressors... they would not happen to be known as Aramea, would they? Yulthrans, or Deinerians?" It was a long shot, but the only remaining link he could think of that might tell him where they were.

From her position on the stretcher, Maria analyzes Zaria briefly. Gathering from the conversation between Kaz and Zania, she begins working on her own thoughts.

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Shaking her head at the names, she shrugged. "Avaeons is the name I've been told. Dark skinned, light hair, pointy ears. I'm not too familiar with them myself, since it's primarily the navy that's been dealing with them."

"The rest of those are unknowns to me, at least. Why so worried, if you don't mind me asking? Were they what did..."

She gestured about. "This?"

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At the description given, all of the crew turn their eyes on Zaria- even Fe, while not focusing highly on her, manages to track her eyes over the woman.

"Yes, part of it," Kaz replies. "The Aramaean Empire, specifically, to which the others are lesser denominations. Light skinned, variable hair coloration, but... pointy ears, and they are Liranid like us." He gestures from himself to Zaria. "Are your... Avaeons, are they Liranid as well?"

There was a spark of high intensity in his eyes, and even the formerly brooding Lan seemed focused on the response.

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Suddenly wary, the red-haired woman swallowed a moment, hesitating to ask the obvious question. "What is a Liranid?"

Conscious of the eyes on her, Zaria shifted the sidearm to her left hand, freeing her right.

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#, as written by Tiko
"Now that's kind of freaky," Cal whispered to his sister, Schuyler, as he eyed up Maria.

The marines on the other hand didn't seem too perturbed by Maria. The Aschen had been delving into androids and AI technology for generations, and Maria was far from an alien concept to them. For the Isirian's present though, the dismembered android was somewhat of a novel concept for them. A curiosity even.




The sound of footsteps echoed through the hull of the ship as Kianna strode towards the medical bay with only a pair of Aschen marines flanking her for protection. She had discarded the crimson robes of her station in favor of something more elegant - though perhaps no less inconspicuous given that the body conforming red dress left little to the imagination.

The clack of heels against the metallic floors grew louder as she entered the medical bay, and it was with calculating eyes that Kianna picked up on the tension in the air.

"My name is Kianna McGregor," she offered in greeting. "I apologize for the somewhat draconic precautions," Kianna began, "but we couldn't know if you were among our enemies. Your weapons, and ship, will be returned to you in good time. For now I too would second that question."

For the lack of any visible weapons upon the woman, there seemed little question as to who was in charge here.

"But first... have a medical team brought aboard to assess their wounded, as well as an engineer team," she instructed one of the marines at her side. "I want a full report of all damages," she told the marine who quickly relayed the order over his comm device. "Do you have someone who can get my people up to speed?" she asked Kaz, who seemed to be the senior officer present for the moment. "I'm sure you have already begun assessing your damages."

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If the Liranid question wasn't a sign that they were not anywhere near home, Kaz was not sure what else there was. Opening his mouth to respond, Kaz pauses as the new figure, Kianna McGregor, entered the medical bay.

Weathering the sudden burst of questions and commands from the figure, it was indeed quite obvious that this was- if not the commander of the vessel they were being boarded by- someone of supreme authority.

Regaining his composure quickly, he answers her most immediate question. "Maria can give your people a full damage report," he says, gesturing to the Armature- which directs its gaze on Kianna, then the nearest Marine who might be receiving said report. Lan, frowning slightly at his current position of transport for Maria, stands ready to haul her wherever was needed.

With that matter taken care of, and with his attention respectfully on Kianna, he wastes no time getting back to- in his opinion- the more important matter.

"Well," he begins, pondering his words. "Lan and I are Lirani- it is our race. No matter what planet or star system our people have hailed from, we all go by the name of Liran."

Gesturing to Fe and Maria, he continues. "They are Liranid- like Liran, in physical extremities and basic organ structure, but not actually Lirani. Our direct enemies- the Aramaeans- are Liranids by our definition, if not their own."

Then he gestures to Kianna and her colleagues. "All of you, by appearances sake, are what I would call Lirani- people of Liran descent." With that explanation out of the way, he looks between the few of them. "Though, I gather you have a different name for yourselves, which I am particularly curious to hear."

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"Human, we call ourselves. The vast majority are as you see us, if different in color of skin, hair, eyes, and build. There are some more unusual than the norm," Zaria elected not to demonstrate. "But overall, much the same. Ironically, most of us are blind to those...similarities."

The woman also did not cast a distasteful glance towards the marines, sorely tempting as it was.

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Nodding towards Zaria, Schuyler shot the marines a look. In all honesty, she could keep them from doing anything stupid, but she really hated showing off her abilities, especially when there were strangers around. Luckily, no one did anyone stupid, and she was soon watching the scene unfold in front of her. Schuyler just shrugged over at Cal’s comment regarding the appearance of Maria. It was something she had never seen before and it honestly took all of her common sense to keep from moving over and poking at what was left of the humanoid form. Instead she just focused in on the conversation, once again playing with her long locks.

When they started talking about different races, she vaguely tuned in, but it wasn’t long before she was busy doing other things, like poking out throughout the ship with her telepathy abilities, checking to make sure none of the dead had anything further to say. When Kianna appeared on the vessel, Schuyler quickly made sure her outfit wasn’t wrinkled or anything before returning her attention on her previous task, suddenly interested in what had happened to cause so many to die and to cause Maria to lose her lower half of her body.

“Hnnn…”

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Kianna mused over the matter. She would need to file a report to send back to Langara, and to Raphael as well, but that could wait. She wanted to understand these people better before she sent word back to the Emperor. It would better avoid any... misunderstandings.

"I'm keen to know more of where it is you're from, and what it is that brought you here to our doorstep," Kianna continued.

Her eyes glanced over the med bay briefly.

"I would invite you aboard my ship," she offered. "Accommodations can be made for you - and your men if necessary - and your wounded can be transported to our medical facilities as soon as is able. We can discuss this in further detail, somewhere more... comfortable."

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"Humans," Kaz says, mulling the word over- pronouncing it more or less accurately. "I see. It is good to hear that you are generally accepting of people's differences. Unfortunately, it is the opposing sentiment that has put us in this position."

Giving his full attention to Kianna, he ponders briefly her words- and what meanings there may be behind those words. "I can provide what information I can- speaking on behalf of the crew as Third Officer." He looks towards Fe, who nods slightly in response.

Schuyler's probing would probably not reveal much from the dead- disappointment, anger, despair, the usual feelings associated with dying before one's time. Fe, however, would be providing a large source of interference for the Psionic- not enough to really disrupt her abilities, but perhaps something akin to over-charging her senses.

"Lieutenant Jones cannot leave our wounded until medical equipment is brought to bear, and she may want to stay with them further, but bear in mind that as second in command once she is in full control of her facilities she may wish to take over my current position as impromptu diplomat."

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Once back aboard the Kobol's Gleaming, Kianna had excused herself momentarily to see the arrangements to have Kaz's wounded transferred to her medical facilities as soon as it was safe enough to move them. She hadn't gone alone though, and had in fact instructed Schuyler to accompany her so that they might speak while Zaria saw to their guest.

"Did you pick up anything of interest off them while we were aboard their ship?" Kianna asked.

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Frowning in obvious disappointment at what she was finding out, Schuyler tuned out the conversation, finding it difficult to do what should have come naturally to her. The only emotions thus far she had uncovered was disappointment, anger, despair and maybe fear, but she wasn’t sure. Clenching her jaw, she tried to focus on spreading out her telepathy, possibly even to those that weren’t deceased, but as she explored, she ended up careening… mentally of course, into something that reminded her of an old fashion snowy television that was trying to get a single channel, but couldn’t because of the weather outside or whatever it was that caused interference for the boob tube.

She couldn’t help but stumble backwards when her telepathic abilities seemed to do something they hadn’t done in some time – they became overly stimulated almost to the point that she had to immediately stop doing what she was doing to keep a massive migraine from becoming prevalent, like what used to happen. Even though the interference was only instantaneously and stopped as soon as she stopped using her ability, it still irked her. She figured that her telepathy began to overwork itself to try to get beyond or maybe even around the interference, which is why it became overstimulated. Tightening her fingers into dual fists, she glanced around at the others hoping no one saw or felt what happened, though she kept her mouth closed and her face otherwise blank of all other emotions.

“Tch…” Stepping back beside Cal, she kicked him in the ankle, shooting him a look before returning her attention towards everyone else.

Glad that they were returning to the Kabol’s Gleaming, Schuyler wanted nothing more than to go to their quarters so she could talk privately with Cal, but unfortunately, Kianna had other ideas. Sighing lightly, she kept silent until she was alone with Kianna.

“…Not really. Nothing of use from the dead, though there was a bit of interference when I attempted to go beyond just poking around the corpses, but it might not have been anything to worry about. I will continue to explore if you want though.”

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Kianna listened as they walked before offering her reply.

"When I talk with them again, I want you to be as observant as you can. If they're hiding anything, lying, or planning anything, I want to know about it before it happens. We're out here alone, and we don't know these people," she explained. "The sooner we move on the better, before any Avaeon ships happen on our position."

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