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Tenna

Merc work has its paydays. Got my ship and my rifle, and I'm good to go.

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

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A civilization of beings from the southeastern quadrant of the Milky Way galaxy.

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Name- Tenna
Race- Iarin
Height- 1.67 meters
Weight- 96 kg
Hair Color- Black
Eye Color- Brown
Eyesight- 20/15
BMI- 18%
Gender- Male
Iarin Naval Rank: Commodore

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Personality

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{From the data logs of Dr. Edston}

"Subject appears to react normally to all stimuli, both physical and mental. Although he seems rather indisposed to everything around him, Mr. Tenna appears to be no more than a man who has found that civilian life holds no luster for him. What strikes me as odd, however, is his almost disconnected view of humanity. On one hand, he might agree that the way humans do things is the best way possible, yet his mannerisms, equipment, and even some of his physical features are strikingly alien. Whether this is by chance and is simply an aberration caused by the tenuousness of space-travel, or due to some hidden reason, Mr. Tenna refuses to say. Regardless, I clear him for duty with UCON, though, as always, I fear I may be wrong about him."

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Equipment

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{From the logs of Captain Jenston, presiding officer over the 607th combat unit, UCON Battalion 340}

"Unit 233961, Tenna, continues to exemplify the strategos and form of UCON precision. Among the men, his use of rifles is unparalleled, and although some have been able to best him at both firing of pistols and hand-to-hand combat, he still ranks in the top 20%. I intend to send a referral for him to the Special Operations unit stationed on Terra, as I suspect he could manage in such a li~"

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{From the audio log of Tenna}

"I've finally escaped the grasp of UCON life. They sent me and a few dozen others to a planet called Terra, to be inducted into SpecOPs. Couldn't say I wanted to, considering I'd enjoyed where I was, but they sent me anyways, figuring they knew what was best. Right up until contact with me got cut off. After more or less spreading the rumor that I'd been taken hostage and killed, I found my way to Terra's main spaceport and hopped a flight out, headed to some backwater planet on the Eastern Rim. Glad they taught me what they did, else I'd have never made it out there."

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Anti-Material Electromagnetic Rail-Rifle


Length- 1.09 meters
Weight- 8 kg
Ammunition- Ferric Pellets
Sight- Ma'qog Trilaz Scope
Effective Range- 3 kilometers

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Personal Defense Rail-Pistol


Length- .16 meters
Weight- 1.02 kg
Ammunition- Ferric Pellets
Sight- Ironsights
Effective Range- 60 meters

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Starship AC-44 "Solitude"


Length- 35 meters
Width- 28 meters
Height- 17.6 meters
Weapons- [REDACTED]
Defenses- [REDACTED]
Sub-luminal Engines- Twin Marenian ion drives, wing-mounted
Super-luminal Engines- One Shifter-class Phasedrive
Max velocity- [REDACTED]


Starship TV-26 "Ache'ra"

Length- 28.5 meters
Width- 31 meters at wingtips, 18.6 meters at fuselage
Height- 19 meters
Weapons- 4x Missile Pods [Loadout Unknown]

- 2x Ionic Destabilizers

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Defenses- Picosecond-pulse Electromagnetic generator
Sub-luminal Engines- Coupled Careevan Cutganium/Ion-pulse Hybrid systems, fuselage mounted
Super-luminal Engines- Single, AI-integrated Dima Realli-cor
Max velocity- Unknown

History located in GCUT Archives. Previous owner was Misranan Chem-runner[arrested]. Mark 265, Model V vessel. Serial number: 76AX900091-K.
Designer: Unknown.
Designation: Interstellar cargo vessel

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{From the audio log of Tenna}

"I have been apprehended by my native people, and by Assara of all of them. While I regret that I was able to to let myself be caught, perhaps it is for the best. My years isolated from the Iarin Collective have not hurt me in any way beyond socially. I feared my people would chase me and find the dangers of the galaxy were too numerous, forcing them to retreat to isolationism and safety. I was wrong.

In the time I've been gone, not only has the Collective expanded their claimed territory and are even now making diplomatic meetings with the Aschen. Of all the species they could attempt to work with, the Aschen are perhaps the least safe. They wouldn't listen to me though, even after reinstating me as a 'Commodore'. I'm now on my way to the Telphara, to determine who is to be used as a diplomatic envoy to the Aschen Core, from my understanding, and I can only imagine who they might send.

The expectation does not thrill me, though I've been informed I'll take command of a wing of small craft, each of which will be designed off the Solitude, and will have all of her capabilities. Each will also be piloted by Zirakkam, meaning they do not rely on physical bodies as much as I do. Though I cannot say I prefer to command, after my failure with the UCON, these pilots will last longer than I ever could, and I'm honored to be given such resources."

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Current Bounty: 5,000,000 UCON Cay, or equivalent.
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Tenna's Story

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Tenna is present, in his small, one-person ship, "Solitude".

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The infinity of space loomed about, everywhere to be seen just a void with miniscule pinpricks dotting an unfathomably far backdrop. All was peaceful, nothing more than a few stray atoms of hydrogen and a photon or two moving about. Without warning, a blue dot appeared out of seemingly nowhere: a hyperspatial reference point for super-luminal transit.

After a second or two, the blue dot pulsing slowly during the span, a small craft zipped in from the far-flung distance behind it as it dropped out of hyperspace. A shroud of blue light drifted off of it's hull as its sub-luminal engines begin to push it through the inky blackness around it., a man wiped his brow and checked the sensors around him

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Tenna's eyes shot up to one of his red-orange holodisplays. he hadn't expected anyone to be in this sector, let alone and Aschen Warship. that was not good news, especially if they found out who he was. Being wanted by every major faction on this side of the galactic disc did, in fact, have its downsides.

As the comm channel opened, he cleared his throat and brought up some false ID, though he left his ship's type and such the same. No use using the number from a frigate on a ship as small as his.

"Name's Oryn Nistfar. I'm flying in some personal belonging, as I'm a refugee lookin' for some haven, Shiny?"

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Noticing the Comm had been left open, Tenna spoke quickly. "You don't need to be doing this, Admiral Nagala. I just wanted to pass safely. As it is, I guess your men'll have to meet whoever they feel is watching." With that, he shut off his comm, locked out his signal, and enacted evasive maneuvers. He rolled up and right, two tubes in each wing glowing a light blue before releasing a small pulsing sphere each. Although he'd not gotten nearly as many of them as he'd wanted, Tenna was sure that the sudden depth-charge-like Phasebombs would at least confuse the wing of fighters coming towards him.

He rolled over completely, now upside-down in relation to his original place, and moved quickly, his thrusters forcing him through the vacuum. With skills learned during his time among the UCON military, Tenna dropped a hand to prime his ship's main weapons, a pair of railguns, one mounted along either side of the fuselage of the "Solitude".

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As Tenna rolled back into the flak fire, railguns charges and looking for an opening, shards of metal passed over his cameras and sensors, held at bay by a shield that flared into visibility as it was struck before fading away. he lined up on of the fighters after him, now in front of him once more, and let loose the ferro-tungsten, needle-like round from his starboard line. With a short crackle of electrostatic discharge, the round flung free into the void, traveling quick, but not unavoidably so to a skilled pilot.

As the other fighters engaged him more heavily, the mercenary decided to try and make a run on the dangerous side of things. He turned towards one of the massive UCON warships, none he recognized from his days of training, and put his engines at full throttle. While he wasn't aiming to escape his pursuers, he wouldn't hesitate to make the break for Terra if he could.

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Tenna rolled and spun his ship, the archaic-style of control being more preferred by him than anything more modern. He pulled hard and slammed on his reverse thrusters, spinning in a full 180 degree turn before letting loose his thrusters and rocketing straight at the oncoming fighters. He lowered his rear shields in lieu of bolstering those that would take the brunt of the attack forthcoming, then aimed his ship true towards Terra.

As he passed among the Apollo and Vipers wings, he let loose the last of his Phasebombs, hoping he might knock out one or two of the damned things before setting his ship to go superluminal.

"Come on baby, don't fail me now."

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The doors to the bar opened quietly, allowing a rather average-looking man to enter. As the door shut behind him, he simply walked forward, not even bothering to try and case the place for potential threats of exits. His eyes were kept on the floor, and although the weapon on his back might have drawn some attention, due to the oddly-designed barrel, he gave no indication that it was out of the ordinary. He'd come for a bit of R&R after being engaged by what had seemed like the entire Aschen armada, and he needed something stiff to keep from thinking about it too much.

As he sat down, he let the thoughts run through his head again. He wasn't that wanted. Not yet, at least. And unless there was some higher power trying to stop him from being free, he'd have to find it and shoot it down before it could stop him cold. He didn't like the idea of being held by anything more than what he held himself with. He quickly ordered a glass of rum, hoping it would help his memory to fade.

"Can't believe they opened such heavy fire on me. I only wanted to pass peaceful-like," he grumbled to himself, not exactly minding if anyone else in the bar heard him. Hell, he'd barely noticed any of the other patrons on his way in, as he figured they'd either try to kill him, or lead someone who would straight to him.

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Tenna lifted his gaze from the wooden top of the bar, which he thought was a nice touch in the modern world, and looked at David. Stranger, buying my drinks for me? Can't say it hasn't happened in other ports, but I'll be damned if I have to pay him back somehow. Hate bein' tied down, he thought to himself, carefully looking the man over. He seemed genuine enough, but so had a dozen other men before they'd tried to put a knife through his lungs. Regardless, the gesture managed to drag the surly mercenary out of his shell.

"That's a kindess not often found in the galaxy nowadays. What're you lookin' to get from it?" He grinned a lopsided smile before continuing. "Not to say I don't trust you, o' course. It's just that, in my line a' work, kindness ain't comin' by too often." He didn't bother asking how the man knew he was a merc. People tended to be able to figure things out on their own, and if his rather rugged appearance and somewhat scrappy clothing didn't give it away, then his armaments surely had.

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The mercenary watched the man a bit more warily, looking for weapons. He didn't see any, but a knife or a pistol were hardly difficult things to hide. He shrugged, picked up his glass, then sidled over to sit with a single stool between himself and David. His thoughts were jumbled, but none were on the Aschen just then, thankfully.

"Can't say it's the best thing, but it earns me pay. If you're askin' bout which side I prefer, I got none for preference. Least, not unless one of them starts payin' me. As for the domestic shit, it happens on all planets, so I don't mess with it unless it messes first, shiny?" He gave another lopsided grin and then downed his rum.

"So, let me ask you a question. You got any idea which merc you're sittin' close to? Cause if not, I'll let you know now that if any high command member of any major faction within 30 parsecs catches you talkin to me, they won't hesitate when arresting you."

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"Name's Tenna, ex-UCON elite and one of the best mercs around, considering I'm not caught or dead. As for Mars Corp., I can't say I've messed with 'em too much. I get my stuff from other species, since humans tend to have an issue building defenses to stop it." He smirked as well. "Not to say I haven't seen what some of your next-gen stuff can do, though. I managed to get a view of the tests for the Mk II Disruption Cannon, I think it's called. The one for ship-to-ship use. Gotta say, impressive work your tech boys've come up with."

He relaxed a bit, but subconsciously dropped a hand to his waist, the heel of his palm resting against the handle of his pistol. The feeling of the rubber against his skin sent a tingle through him, but he calmed down and forced himself not to lose it. Sure, killing was fun, but he needed to keep a low profile on Terra, considering the Aschen had been so keen on keeping him from getting here in the first place.

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Tenna leveled a look at David, debating just how easy it might be to simply shoot the man's foot off for the offer. He held back the urge, however, and decided that civility would be best. For now. He looked at the automated barkeep and flagged down another glass of rum, then turned his attention back to his partner with a bit of a grimace.

"Well, see, this is usually where things'd turn a bit sour. I mean yeah, I'd love to have a constant stream of money, who wouldn't, right? But the problem that pops up is that in order to get that, I gotta be tied to something, to someone, to someplace. that's the bit that keeps me from pickin' any one side." He sucked his gum for a moment, but as he was about to speak up, a soft tone sounded through a short speaker behind his ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

With reflexes honed in battle, Tenna pulled out his short pistol and fired off a single round, shattering the incoming bottle as though it were no more than a baseball. Without paying the action another thought, he turned back to face David, speaking up again.

"Before I go and say no, however, why don't you tell me 'bout them perks you mentioned. Might be that they sway me just a bit, if they're good enough for a man like myself."

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The mercenary mulled the list over in his mind as he re-holstered his pistol. He'd have to get a new round for it, considering that although they weren't custom made, they were expensive. As his new drink arrived, he took a bit of a pull from it then set it down with a light 'thunk' on the bar.

"Seems good. Course, if I'm to end up living on your starbase, there'll be hell to pay. I know families that moved to the Citadel. Families who've sworn vengeance on my head and my blood. Not to mention that settling down requires me to get papers and other documents that, as useful as they are, would only bind me further to things I'd rather stay free from."

He took another pull at his drink, letting the flavor wash through him. It wasn't terribly good rum, but it was better than the last bar's. Then again, that last bar had been almost a third of the way across the galaxy, orbiting the only planet next to a red dwarf, and it had been little more than an interstellar truckstop.

"Can't say I'd be the best to ask for advice, but I can pass info for the right amount of money. And on the subject of shooting, I'll go to the range with you, but you're buying either the guns to use, or buying a bullet for each one I use up to replace mine. And they don't come cheap."

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Tenna lifted his shoulders noncommittally. he didn't want to take the man up on his offer because a payroll meant he could be traced by those who knew what to do, but it also meant he wouldn't have to risk his neck for each and every scrap of food he ate. Of course, he might end up doing that regardless, out of habit, so to speak. He looked from his glass to the man next to him.

"One, I'd prefer someplace hidden away to somewhere easy-access. Personal reasons. Two, I still don't think I like the idea of someone being able to control me by holding the money I use to live on over my head. 'M not sayin' you would, but it's happened before, and the man who kept my money from me ended up icing out and, as far as I know, he's still taking a rather extended R&R session out in deep space. Shiny?"

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"Never known mercs to be good company. Course, most of the mercs I've known were targets and not a one of 'em's around to tell you about it. And to be honest, i wouldn't put you as one of them people who believe in that whole 'magic' crap. As far as I'm concerned, a good shot to the head'll drop most any creature, where magic might fail. Hell, I doubt it even exists."

He scoffed and then finished off his second drink. After really realizing that he'd only thought it tasted better than the last bar's, Tenna decided that he wasn't going to have more to drink. It was lousy alcohol, and he didn't need it in his system, so why bother having there.

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The laughter raised one of the merc's eyebrows, as he wasn't used to the sound when he was nearby. In fact, the last time he'd heard that sound with him as a cause of it had been... He shook his head. That was not something he needed on his mind right now. She was happy without him, he was sure, and so was the little one. He rubbed a hand over his face for a moment, composing himself.

"Plenty of tech out there to mimic any magic. Don't need magic to win. Still, I can't say that you're deal is looking the best, as I'm not a fan of having my life at the mercy of others. What happens when a paycheck doesn't get through? What happens when someone not too friendly-like traces my account back to me and hunts me down like a rat in a cage? I can't say I'm too keen on letting that happen."

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The mercenary looked at the small business card before him, then to the door. He took a brief moment to think about how fast he could run, then figured it was fast enough. Tenna leaned back and shook the man's hand, though his other hand stayed on the grip of his pistol. He knew things could still go south, and, in fact, he meant them to. Whether it was a psychological malfunction or simply a bad habit he'd once formed, Tenna couldn't help but do his best to piss off every major power he could.

"I read you, David. And Since you're kind enough to give me a souvenir," he lifted the business card and slipped it into a pocket,"I'll leave you one as well." Tenna smirked and then pulled the pistol's trigger, firing a bullet through the bottom of the holster and into David's right foot. he jumped up as soon as he'd fired and began to bolt for the door, hoping to make it before he could get caught by the CEO.

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Tenna gave one last look back as he reached the door, saluted, then dashed off into the night. He was glad things had gone so well, considering he had the business card to keep himself away from Mars Corp's various galactic sectors with a few simple programs. Within hours he was at the spaceport and off into the void, traveling to only he knew where.

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From outside the bar, Tenna watched as several soldiers smashed through the windows of the most notorious and well-known bar in Wing City. He'd been meaning to stop in there sometime, to see if there were any bounties he might try to collect on, but he wasn't sure he should now, seeing as how most soldiers didn't like him. Being a mercenary did have its downsides, after all.

With a sigh and a dragging of his left hand over his face, the mercenary walked the rest of the way down the street. Once he'd arrived at the bar's main door, he simply entered as though the shattered windows and gas coming out of them were nothing out of the ordinary. And considering what he'd heard of the place, it really wasn't. As he passed into the main room, where the Aschen troops, which he was now close enough to identify, had apparently been shouting orders, Tenna grinned his mischievous grin and walked past them as though they were decorations and nothing more.

He didn't even care if they knew of the bounty that the Empire had on his head.

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With his continued disregard for the Aschen Marines, along with Aiyanna and her fancy-schmancy armor, Tenna brought up a holo-display from a small device on the wall of the bar, almost like a bulletin board. He scanned it, his face blank and, almost, bored. He sighed, then his eyes widened as he saw his own name.

"So them damned Ashies raised the price on my head by 15k credits, did they? Well if I'm not a hung man already. Good thing they're all interested in somethin' other'n my head, else I'd be in a bit of a tight spot. Solitude's just a bit too far from me right now." he chuckled, then glanced at the Aschen soldiers for a moment, then to the cuffs on Ben's wrists.

"Oi, boy. Hold still for a second." He smiled and pulled the meter-long rifle from his back before fitting his eye to the back of the scope. With a slight whining hum, the triple-lasers of the sight locked to the cuffs and gave the mercenary all the readings he needed. With a smirk and a gentle pull of the trigger, the miniature rail-gun fired a pellet of iron-tungsten compound. With a ping and a clack, the cuffs would fall away from Ben's wrists.

"Better fly fast, Jailbird."

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Tenna lifted his gaze to match Aiyanna's. He'd not seen her before, but even as she reached for the hilt at her hip, he lifted his rifle. He didn't dare to look through scope, for fear that the lack of visibility might hinder his effectiveness, but he wasn't really aiming just yet, either.

"I'd not do that, Ma'am. I may not know who or what you are, but after being trained for UCON SpecOps and ditching that, I'm one hell of a marksman. I bet I'd knock that pretty little hand of yours off your wrist afore you could even get a good grip on that blade a yours. You readin' me? What's about you and your men here amble off somewhere else. Maybe leave us more common and happy folk to our own for a bit." He shrugged a hair but left his rifle pointed generally in her direction. The bravado and cockiness he exhibited may have been a bit much, but he wasn't stupid enough to give her the opportunity to beat him down so simply. He silently thanked the training in UCON, then smirked, white teeth flashing.

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As the Aschen commander stepped towards him, Tenna shouldered his rifle and fired without hardly a moment's pause. With all the years of training, and the more rigorous regiment he'd had to go through for this particular gun, he'd come to rely on it's capabilities. The gun acted as normal, firing a single ferric pellet at and likely into the groove where Aiyanna's wrist met her arm. There was a slightly glossy look to the gun as the woman's will passed over it.

"Well now, ain't that a pretty bit of work you've made, makin' my rifle look all fancy. I 'ppreciate it, Miss, but I'm afraid there's not a bit of magic or whatnot to keep her from workin. Plus, you're Aschen. I've fought plenty of 'em, and there's really no difference, so bein' 'beyond my comprehension' really is a helluva statement to be makin'." He looked over at the man trapped by a table and scoffed. The damned fool'd gone and gotten his hindend trapped. Always gotta have an out. Can't get cornered.

That's when he heard the short, sickly sweet words Rose spoke.

"Well, now, see, that's a bit unfair, doncha think? I mean, she's already got herself a smatter of soldiers. She ain't got no need for more help." He frowned, then sighed a bit. Least they don't know what else I've been trained in. he thought to himself. He'd likely need every little bit of effort for a fight like this one. That, and then a bit of luck and maybe a miracle or two.

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"Fair's fair, meaning equal status. Two on one ain't fair, no matter how much yo-" Tenna was cut short as his rounds stopped dead in the air. His mouth was a bit open in shock, and his eyes showed how impressed he was. That's some damned fine work she's got there. were his thoughts as the android dashed at him.

He would have moved aside, if he could have seen her. Instead, his instincts kicked in, the training from his soldier's days taking over and doing perhaps the most reckless thing he could. He lunged forward with the butt of his rifle, figuring that if she were coming at him dead on with that sword, he'd catch her under her arm in the ribs while, hopefully, being inside the area of the stab or slash he was expecting.

And damned if he wasn't lucky.

He didn't see whether his rifle hit her, but what he did see was the vibrant light of her blade as it whisked just a few inches from his face, giving him a bit of splotchy sunburn-like pink on his cheeks. Too close. now that he was up and personal with her, though, he had to say something.

"Nope. S'not Coalition work, Ma'am. My rifle's custom-made, Eastern Rim technology. What they got out there's beyond the stuff we got here at home. Well, some of it is, some not. Depends on where you go." He smiled, then aimed for a trip by sweeping a leg behind hers and leaning into her to knock her over.

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Tenna felt himself get pulled, but he didn't resist it. He'd expected the directional change, but as soon as he was floating freely on top of her, he knew something wasn't entirely right. Glad that he was used to zero-G from piloting the 'Solitude' for so many years, the mercenary hooked his free arm around and under hers, looping it about her shoulder to keep from falling away from her. As her arms wrapped around him, he let his rifle drop, gently, to the ground below them.

And then she spun and tried to throw him, which would have worked perfectly had he not known what to do. His landing was awkward, and insanely off, but as he rolled and tumbled across the ground, he got no more than a few scrapes and bruises. And yet, for the beating that it was, Tenna stood and dusted himself off before pulling out a short pistol from his side.

"Good throw. Wonder how long it took you to perfect it against them boys what scrub up your armor so shiny." The taunt was an obvious one, but if she charged him against, she'd have something a bit more worrisome than the butt-end of a weapon hitting her.

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Tenna sidestepped both of the woman's first shots, though his jacket now had a pair of holes in it to remind him of this little meeting until he went and got a new one, or until he got this one fixed, at least. He smirked at her words, but his braggadocio was quickly lost as the goo flew towards him.

"You see, it's people like you who make us mercs angry, actin' all high'n mighty." He aimed his pistol at the glob and fired just as it reached the end of the pistol's short barrel. While the rounds were simply small pellets of magnetic material, the release of them from the barrel at speeds in excess of Mach 3(for this particular model, at least) caused enough of a shockwave to halt the goop dead in the air before it fell sloppily to the ground before him.

"Just cause I underestimated you don't mean you should be doin' the same to me, Miss. And I ain't shot you but the once, so I figure it might work better real close-like."

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As the gel solidified, Tenna jumped back. This wasn't something covered in training, but what was it that his commander had once told him? The best soldiers adapt at every opportunity? Yeah, that might've just been some bullshit, but how else was he supposed to work past this stuff. There had to be a way, right?

Wrong.

Nothing at all was coming to Tenna's mind at the moment, and it was all he could do to keep from being wounded more than just a nick here or a prick there. He fired a few rounds and managed to shatter several of the spikes before they got him, but they simply rejoined that mass and came again. Well wasn't that just peachy?

And then there it was. That simple spark of insight that gave him the idea of what to do. Course, he'd have to get a replacement soon enough, but that would be the least of his worries.

Tenna rolled and dove, bobbed and weaved, ducked, dodged and generally put on an acrobatic show that, even to he who knew his body and skills better than anyone, surprised and was, overall, probably just a lot of luck on his part. The entire time, he was making his way towards Aiyanna, who he suspected would simply be sitting there, lording over him and figuring him as no more than a weak human. Well, even humans could beat the odds, right?

He looked to his pistol and pulled the trigger, firing a blank before managing to lock the trigger and firing mechanism in the 'fire' position. He felt the gun immediately grow warmer, but as he threw it to slide across the ground under Aiyanna he was blasted off his feet and into the bar's counter by gods only knew what. he stood groggily, his clothing blasted away to reveal a sleek sheathing of armored plates, blacker than the void beyond the stars, yet almost completely transparent.

"That was new...Wouldn't mind telling me how to get one, woulja Miss?"