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Terran Marine Command

The backbone of the TNG Military, serving to protect Terra and her sovereignty.

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

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TERRAN MARINE COMMAND

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"By mortal men are battles fought
With mortal blood is freedom bought
On Terra's mantle they are seated
Honored, hallowed, undefeated"


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TERRAN GUARDIAN
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With the threat of intergalactic war looming, the Terran Armed Forces began to seriously examine the combat efficiency of its warriors in earnest. No longer restricted by limited resources and poor technology as they were when operating in the Resistance, they launched an expansive military project designed to revolutionize Terra's defensive capabilities, focusing on the quality of individual assets, rather than quantity. The 'Terran Guardian' was the first of many to stem from this new military agenda.
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The guardian is Terra's primary marine unit, designed and trained for quick-contact combat and immediate tactical deployment. Heavily armed, highly skilled and strategically versatile, the Guardian is a fearsome warrior to contend with.

Guardians are one of the only marine units that do not utilize power armor, preferring instead a more agile bodysuit innovation that offers excellent protection without sacrificing mobility and stealth. The T51 Seraph Battlesuit, originally modeled after the TAF 'Venator Heavy Armor' predecessor, is one of the most advanced mobile armor prototypes of its kind. Layered with tempered titanium-protosteel variations and laced with an isoelectric nanostructured boron nitride compound, the Seraph is well-defended against most projectile weapons and fragmentation damage. Lacking any power source to generate shields, the Seraph is instead interwoven in a webwork of B-class cuendillar directional vessels, allowing for the dispersion of hostile energy concentrations across the whole of the suit. Built-in electromek capacitor studs continually "sap" at energy concentrations coursing through the cuendillar network, literally sucking the heat out of a plasma bolt or the voltage out of an electric shock, safely storing the joule convergence for later discharge. A nanofoam submold lining the interior of the armor provides the Seraph with an enormous absorption factor. Guardians can take falls nearly two thousand feet in the air and land harmlessly on solid ground. The armor is vacuum-sealed, filtered against toxins and is equipped with a limited supply of oxygen.

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A guardian's primary weapon is the VX9 "Sixer" Gauss Rifle, the revised prototype to the previous TAF favorite 'CMC Marauder Rifle'. As a Gauss-based weapon, the Sixer uses a series of powerful electromagnets to accelerate small, solid and conductive projectiles to speeds close to a significant fraction of the speed of light - .06 percent. The Sixer fires conductive pikes of superheated, energized metal at exactly 179,875.475 meters per second. After 500 meters, the projectile disintegrates under the electromagnetic pressure and continued heat application.

In addition to the Sixer, guardians are equipped with a myriad of other weapons. While loadouts vary between specialized troopers, a standard guardian will Imageusually come equipped with a backup Gauss or plasma pistol, fragmentation, PSI and/or thermite grenades. While the charged-end of their Sixer usually suffices as an adequate melee-weapon, guardians are also equipped with a neosteel slideblade, a durable armor-rendering blade that can fully retract from its hilt to a height of 3.5'. Many guardians will also equip themselves with a "raptor pack" jump attachment prior to battle; a compact flight accessory that fits to a guardian's back and allows for limited flight capabilities. All guardians possess on-screen scouters, thermal sights and commlinks in their helmets. Their trademark "wingspans", the feather-like strips of metal extending from either side of their visors, are in fact sensor relays that enhance the analysis efficiency of their scouters.

All guardians are elite soldiers, handpicked from the ranks of aspiring Terran warriors. Many of them are former special-ops, hailing from their own respective countries and nations: Navy SEALS, Spetsnaz and Shayetet. Some were born and raised under the TAF's banner, earning their stripes on the field during live battles against Terra's many foes. Although the guardian is the most "basic" marine class, they are no grunts. Becoming a guardian takes a minimum of a full year of intense, backbreaking training. There is nundero soldier archetype below guardian; if an applicant cannot complete the training, he is not fit for combat under the TAF. Because of this absurdly strict and selective recruitment system, the count of TAF fighters is alarmingly low, with most marine-hopefuls being rejected after the initial application assessment alone. As it stands now, there are only [CLASSIFIED] guardian units available for deployment, divided into a total of [CLASSIFIED] platoons.

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TERRAN ORACLE
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The Terran Oracles (also called psykers, mages, and 'combat clairvoyants') are the arcane/psionic warriors of the TNG. Wielding an incredible array of magic-based battle spells and immensely powerful telepathic attacks, oracles are deadly foes on the battlefield. Even one oracle can change the tide of a skirmish in a matter of minutes.

ImageLike their guardian counterparts, oracles are garbed in a protective suit of body armor, 'the MM23 Witcher Skin' Although less agile than the Seraph Battlesuit, it does provide more protection, as well as a built-in projection system that enhances the wearer's supernatural ability. The core mesh is an isoelectric boron nitrideImage compound padded with supershock nanomesh fiber for an extra absorbency factor, providing significant protection against projectile/slug-based damage. Ceramite-based armaplas plating is locked over the armor's shoulders, torso, back and legs, offering protection against heat and flak. This same material composes the Witcher Skin's helmet, a complex piece of equipment that both protects the oracle and magnifies his arcane and psionic potential. Through the use of a conductive submyelin electrocapillary network, the Witcher Skin feeds energy to the user from an aether generator located at the armor's lower back. Oracles can use this power surplus to magnify their combat spells to magnanimous extremes, their energy-output multiplying considerably (if briefly) up to 50 times their original power level. The goggles, perhaps the most noticeable feature about the armor, links directly the oracle's mind, enhancing their 'psionic eyes', allowing them to detect stealthed units, see through illusions and recognize incoming attacks from miles away. A cross-oscillation manascrambler synthesizes a unique, fluctuating frequency for wave-based arcane attacks and supplies each spell with a protective cluster of anti-agonist subparticle depressants. This combination makes an oracle's attacks extremely difficult to repress with anti-magic technology or shielding. The Witcher Skin comes complete with a full OmniShield, providing oracles substantial defense against attacks of all type, be they projectile, energy or psionic.

Oracle recruits always have some degree of pre-existing psionic potential. Many of them hail from the revered halls of the Academia Celestia and Everia, the famed battlemage schools. To become an oracle requires years of rigorous training in both physical combat and mental warfare. Oracles must be trained to use their Witcher Skins with masterful proficiency, knowing precisely when to spike their power and when to hide it. They must be trained in all manner of magics, from elemental to alchemy to healing, and must learn how to defend entire battalions of soldiers from supernatural attacks. The application rate for oracles is lower than that of guardians and its dropout is higher. For this reason, oracles are extremely valued on the battlefield and revered for their ummatched tactical efficiency.


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Terran Marine Command's Story

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A contigent of Terran Marines, accompanied by Ammadi Nyle and Scatteran ITDM paramilitary units crouched beneath a stretching barrier, hastily and quietly constructed many miles beyond the Council's watch and radars. Various machinery and aircraft were being prepped around the launch-off point.

"When is the armor due?" Ammadi said over a secure wireless connection to a Scatteran General, " and are we flying in or making a ground assault? I know we've got some transports, but we don't know for sure if they have AA batteries canned up in that rusty shithole."

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"Copy that," Ammadi checked into the transmitter, taking a brief moment as he patched into the scouter in his helmet as he spoke to his Marine Contigent. "Live in half. Lock-in and prep'."

The Terran Marines quickly prepared themselves, loading up their weaponry and charging their deflector-shields. At Ammadi's command, a small squad started on another perimeter check around the launch-off point. The troops waited impatiently, numbly thumbing along their CMC Gauss Rifles.

"Ready when those UCAVs are," Ammadi spoke lowly into the transmitter.

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Going Az, Barney, Nemo, Macus

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The Terran Marine Contigent, having seen been given the signal from the Scatterans, began their approach, moving quickly through the forrested terrain towards their target, hopefully followed closely by allied armor.

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"Allies have contact," Amadi alerted his troops, now with Convoy, "scouters-up marines, I want to see those things coming from klicks away." The Terran Marines quickly engaged their energy scouters, instantly able to recognize various signatures across the battle-field. The monstrous experiments, the roaring Scatterans, even each individual blast from the Aschen disruptors... all was made clear on the scouters.

"I got one in proximity!" A particularly nervous young marine exclaimed, rushing forward ahead of his squad, gun raised. The hideous zombie lay at his feet, perhaps wounded from the ongoing battle, though still alive. "What the hell is it..." the private mumbled, stepping closer to the beast.

"Baljeek! Get yer' fuckin' ass back here!" a sergeant called out to the marine, quickly rushing to put the marine back in formation.

"But Sarge, they're just fucking..." the private began to defend himself, when, to his horror, the zombie suddenly sprang up, using the strength of its arms to propel itself towards the marine.

"HOLYMOTHERFU-" was all the unfortunate private had time to say before the experiment collided with him, gashing into the unprotected face of the marine with unexpected strength. He was dead almost as soon as he hit the ground.

"Son of a bitch!" the sergeant roared, followed up by two other marines. Not waisting another second, the trio unloaded into the beast, blue-white streaks of gunfire emanating from their gauss rifles.

"Man down!" the sergeant reported, "we've got contact! Move forward and give Aschen support! How the fuck did those Scatterans get all the way up there?! There's practically a wall of hostiles between us!"

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Character Portrait: Ayasha Ziedins Character Portrait: Marlene Angel Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command

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"That's it! Disruptor energies! We got target-lock!" The gruff voices of men could be heard just outside the bar, following by the quick clacking boots across cold concrete. Descending from a hovering Seraphim C3, a small squad of Terran Marines quickly stormed into the bar, gauss-rifles trained on Marlene Angel.

"Hold it!" the foremost called out, "we've got you surrounded, Aschen! Put your weapon down, NOW!" The troopers made a quick perimeter around the LDA agent, carefully taking strategic positions throughout the bar.

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Marlene Angel smiled some before she slid her hand along a strange blue device flickering at her belt, suddenly the energies intensified around her, then she produced a small halo like device and placed it atop her head, it was then strange resonating auras flickered around her and outside the bar, her eyes flashed a silver for a moment before they shimmered into a reflective blue.

"Desertion is punishable by the Death Penalty, Ayasha." She said, before every Terran Marine surrounding the bar would likely hear a strange distorted female voice in their heads.

Silently she put down her weapon, then she raised her hands, calmly she turned around to face the lead Marine.

"Ragnarok de Dies Irae Anquietas. Tuum fatum sequeris. Tuum sanctuarium affligeas." She said in a strange language, which was much like Latin, it was Latin. That was of course before some unseen force attempted to literally liquefy the lead man's brain.

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"...what the fu-AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!" the lead Marine bellowed in pain as his brain-matter was boiled inside his helmet, killing him in a matter of seconds. The soldier dropped dead to the floor, his gauss-rifle clattering beside his lifeless body. Blood oozed from his noze and mouth, dripping down into the sides of his armor.

"It's a psionic attack!" a nearby marine shouted as the the energy-class from Marlene's attack was quickly deciphered by his scouter, "fuck! Fire! Fire dammit!" That said, the remaining six marines unloaded their gauss-rifles at Marlene Angel, blue-white streaks of gunfire emminating from their firearms as they aimed to bring the LDA agent down.

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Character Portrait: Tycho Darsin Character Portrait: Ayasha Ziedins Character Portrait: Marlene Angel Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command

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Tycho let out a booming laugh, taking a swig from the liquid as he waltzed towards the staircase, expecting Bug to follow. "I love Christmas, you know? He slurred to nobody in particular. "I love that it's.. it's Christmas. It's a time when people give ya shit, and expect you to give it back. Ya know?"

He turned towards the newcomer, and the chaos in the bar, especially to Ayasha, who was just behind him in cover. "You all have a merry holiday, now!" He called, walking backwards and nearly stumbling as he did so. "Hope you get less sticks up yer ass. Go Terra." With this last jibe, he ascended the staircase, bottle still swirling madly.

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"You're forgetting one thing, Marlene," shouted Ayasha to be heard as she staggered to her feet, wand still in hand as she backed toward the rear exit of the bar, keeping her back to the walls. "Desertion's a military crime, and I was never a soldier." At the woman's sudden attack on the Terran Marines and Tycho's offhand remark, Ayasha seized her opportunity and moved rapidly toward the rear exit. If only she could get out, get away, maybe Marlene wouldn't corner her. The sudden flare of pain in her arm, however, nearly brought the witch to her knees as she moved, realizing that she needed immediate medical attention -- technological, magical, or otherwise. "Damn it." As the speakers in Gambit's played quiet recordings of cliched Christmas music, her eyes grew moist -- perhaps from the pain of her injury. "God damn it," she hissed, focusing her energies in an attempt to produce healing magic.

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Marlene Angel grinned for a moment as she allowed the Ancient energy to overtake her, suddenly the woman began to shimmer with a white Aura, the blue streaks of light fading into their projectiles, before stopping a few inches short of Marlene herself. "Per somnum aeternum, Numen divinum dictus est, Viator elamentabilis." She said, before she held out her hand, then she made a sweeping motion, attempting to pull the Soldier's legs out from under them, then she spoke. "Do not interfere." She said, as the energy intensified, surely it would be over nine thousand on the scouter.

"Ferum terribile, ferum fatum." She said, before she looked up, and even the Gunship would likely begin to list.

"Foolish mortals, your weapons cannot harm me." With another sweep of her hand, she fired the gauss projectiles outwards, sending them in all directions.

"....And those whom are prideful.. and refuse to bow down.. shall be laid low and made unto dust.." She said, before she grinned, then moved to sweep Ayasha off her feet, literally.

"The Magical Eradication Bureau is a Military Branch under the Langaran Defense Agency and subject to the Uniform Code of Military Protocol, you will not flee Shol'va, but pay for your sins." She said, hoping that with Ayasha suspended and vulnerable, she could be drawn closer to Marlene.

"I have been busy, Ayasha Ziedins, and you, I sense your powers are week and feeble."

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Character Portrait: Ayasha Ziedins Character Portrait: Marlene Angel Character Portrait: Pariah Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command

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Drake looked warily for a second between Bug and the man staggering up the steps with a bottle of whisky, and the hungry look on her face. Oh, yeah...he guess that made sense. "Oh right...uh...if you're like gonna go...spend time with 'im. Tha's cool. No prob'." Drake said, standing up straight and collapsing into a bar stool nearby. He took another swig of his drink and gave the bar counter a dirty look, cursing under his breath at the high and mighty Asch-hole in the bar. He did notice, however, the girl that was trying to make a daring escape under the rifle of the blonde secret agent chick. Something had to be done.

"Okay, this is getting fuckin' supid..." Drake slurred, staggering out of his seat. Drake would move over to Ayasha with slow strides, turning his hyperbolic shield up to maximum. "Here babe, lemme *hic* fuck...lemme help you out here. I'm an EMT...off duty but...just stay behind me. I'm shielded." Drake said, looking over the woman's arm and trying to guide her to the exit.

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"HOLY SHIT!" the marines yelped as they were thrown off their feet kicking-and-screaming, rendered defenseless in the wake of Marlene's awesome power.

"We need backup! Backup NOW!" another yelped as he clutched to a nearby table, "her energy readings are off the chart!"

"Copy that, Retrieval Squad. Tetris is en-route. Get your squad out of there." The command center responded quickly.

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No sooner had Drake spoken to Ayasha than she felt herself literally jerked into the air, suspended, with sudden motion that nearly wrenched her shoulder, sending an explosion of pain along her arm with the movement, her lips struggling to form words. Her wand was still in her hands, though, and she looked toward Marlene, releasing her focused energies to wrench herself from Marlene's psionic grip, which sent her crashing between a table and chairs. "What will it take to convince you to let it go, Marlene?" spoke Ayasha through gritted teeth as she struggled to refocus her magical energies. "I heard about you since I've been away. I still know people around these parts. And you know what I heard, Marlene? I heard you defected to Terra, and then crawled back to the Aschen not too long afterward. And YOU'RE calling ME a traitor? If you weren't shooting things at me, well, shit, I'd think this were half-comedy."

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Marlene Angel growled an audible growl. "Death awaits you!" She shouted before she stretched her hand outwards then she used her powers to close Ayasha's airway. "Where will you run to? The Americans have left this world, and I was never for the Terrans, I was shunned and used by their Government." She said, taking a step forward leaving behind flickering glowing footsteps.

"I was embraced and welcomed back, but you.. you have shunned them... do not bite the hand that feeds you, for you deal with power beyond your comprehension." She said, stepping forward again.

"Why did you defect? Why did you flee? Our people needed you most, and now the Belkans will destroy us all."

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"Oh hell, why do I even try the passive shit?" Drake groaned as he watched impotently as Ayasha was hoisted into the air by some telekinetic bullshit or the like. Always the small man, always caught between the fists of bigger powers that stepped on him and didn't even know it. He was absolutely sick of it, and now he had a death wish going for him. So screw all of the posturizing; he'd sacrifice his life to save a complete stranger. Hell, he was drunk enough. Maybe she'd even have the decency to make it quick for him. With a flourish and a click, he drew the small white device on his hip, which rapidly unfolded and expanded into a large, narrow weapon that looked like a cross between a bazooka and submachine gun.

"I am now being an irritant. Redirect your attention." Drake muttered with a wry grin on his face. He toggled the weapon's mode to 'sonic' and fire it at Marlene. A focused beam of sonic bombardment would hurl towards her, which would wrack her ears with a shrill head splitting noise and stunning pain that would vibrate through her entire body. Hopefully that stupid shield of hers wouldn't block it...though that wouldn't make sense since sound apparently could get through it, seeing as how she and Ayasha could talk and all that...

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"For starters," came Ayasha's strangled voice as she moved backwards, away from Marlene, "I wasn't supposed to be found. You make it out like this is a personal attack against the Confederation. Well, it isn't, Marlene. At least not mostly. That's one problem with most of you Aschen -- so damn narcissistic, as if everything is all about you, all personal. You don't understand the larger picture, and you seem to lack compassion entirely." Ayasha's pupils constricted as she struggled to breathe, her grip loosening a bit on her wand as her focus began to slip with the lack of oxygen. "You can't take me offworld, Marlene. You don't know who I know here." There was something almost threatening about her words.

And then Drake unleashed his sonic attack. Ayasha scrambled toward the door in desperate motions, having lost a good deal of oxygen.

Meanwhile, TETRS troopers were en route to the location with all due speed, having been given the information of the disruptor discharging and the psionic abilities of the Aschen aggressor. With their special equipment's defenses against psionic attacks and other such particularly dangerous threats, TETRS was likely Terra's most formidable military unit. And a good five of them were headed to the Bar, with an ETA of less than ten minutes.

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Character Portrait: Ayasha Ziedins Character Portrait: Marlene Angel Character Portrait: Pariah Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command

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Marlene Angel laughed. "Who you know? I am not afraid of you or your friends..." She said, focusing her grip before the sonic attack ripped through her, of course her personal shield flickered for a moment, dampening some of the sound as it detected the decibels were above nominal levels, and so the sonic rifle did indeed pass through, but was dampened to the point of a muffled roar.

"I don't intend to take you off world, I can't take you offworld, You have a termination order issued against you, I'm here to end your life." She said, though the sonic attack briefly loosened the grip on the airway, it was only tightened as Marlene sent another tendril of energy towards Pariah, aiming to force him face first into the floor.

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There were few things that the reverse hyperbolic shield that Drake wore could defend against, but raw kinetic force was actually one of them. As such, the tendril would flash against his own deflector for a moment, causing him to stagger back for a step before catching himself and planting his feet a little more solidly...which was a feat, considering how drunk he was. "Well, screw that, the lady apparently has a block anything with no adverse effects shields. Should known since the focused barrage of six high powered uber rifles couldn't get through it..." Drake mumbled to himself, throwing his hands up in disbelief. So whatever, maybe he'd be ineffectual against pacifying the blonde techno-goddess over yonder, but at least take a look at the other chick's wounds.

He staggered over to Ayasha and looked at her burnt arm. The wound was second degree, maybe third here and there. He was doubtlsessly sure that there was some magical healing spell that would fix this right up but the woman appeared to be a magicky person of some sort and she couldn't do shit right now. He could take a hint. Reaching into his jacket, he proceeded to pull out a simple spray bottle and begin to attempt to douse the woman's arm with it, without even asking her permission. The semi-regenerative solution would reduce the swelling and aleviate the pain at least for the moment, if not repair any real damage...

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"Termination order? Well isn't -- that -- just -- polite, Marlene," gasped Ayasha, having momentarily managed to gulp oxygen, immediately recalling the posters she'd seen with the flash of Cameron's red hair and frowning, almost scornful expression. She blinked rapidly, beginning to see her vision blur at the edges from loss of oxygen and lack of access to breath -- quite literally -- when she focused on the thin metal circlet ringing Marlene's head, an abnormal looking piece of attire that seemed distinctly out of place from the rest of the Aschen's clothing or anything Ayasha had seen before. Summoning what she had reserved of her strength and focused energies, Ayasha pointed her wand toward Marlene's head with a tightened grip, setting her jaw as she attempted to create enough focused force to remove the metal headpiece, send it flying from the woman.

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Marlene Angel gasped as the metal circlet was suddenly removed, and it was as if the unseen force lost all it's coordination and everything that was being hurled around suddenly fell to the ground and Marlene literally fell to her knees. "Go ahead and run then, the Universe is fucked anyway." She said before the device at her belt chimed, then beeped, signifying her of imminent danger.

"You won't be allowed anywhere near the Confederation, enjoy a life on the run." She said, slowly struggling back to her feet. "Give me back my circlet!" She shouted, before she reached out, trying to focus her power and draw the device back towards her. But that wouldn't be enough, rather she used her power to pull her weapon back into her grasp, then she discharged two shots at Ayasha, once more pelting her and her surroundings with Disruptor II energy.

"You're a dead woman!" Of course should it hit Drake's shield the disruptor energies would likely cause the shield to boil away with the discharge of radical particles and radiation. And anything else was vaporized, turned to ash, or liquefied, and Marlene just kept shooting, popping off one shot after another, hoping to hit Ayasha.

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Drake had watched in mild interest as the woman apparently had he powers blown off by the magic-woman he was attempting to tend to at the moment, but had taken very special not the second that the Aschen started to reach for the energy weapon holstered closely to her belt. Drake spun around in a half-drunk maneuver of benevolence and tried to take the shots for Ayasha, hoping that his shield would hold up to this particular type of energy. The first shot slammed into his shield, which caused the energy to arc and dissipate, but ultimately cause a feedback loop in the device and causing itself and the field it was projecting to explode in a shower of bright silvery sparks. The ensuing blast knocked him to the ground, his right chest pocket smoldering softly, another disruptor bolt barely grazing his side as he fell.

Too disoriented in his drunkenness at the moment as well as experiencing extreme pain that had managed to pierce its way through his alcoholic haze, he was resigned to rolling around on the ground and groaning for the time being...

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Ayasha barely had time to rest her hand over Drake before the shooting resumed and she threw herself backwards, rolling to avoid being caught by one of the shots, taking shelter behind the sturdiest of the fixtures inside the barroom -- the reinforced counter itself, constructed in its most recent manifestation to be nearly impervious to virtually any type of energy or force--magical, psionic, energy, or otherwise--in an attempt to control and limit the damage from fights. Ayasha hunched there, praying to a god in whom she did not believe that none of the shots fired would hit her. "Christmas -- ruined," she muttered through the pain from her wound.

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Marlene Angel sneered. "I'll find you Ayasha." She said as a dull rumbling began to fill the bar, and a single Ancient vessel descended upon the city, careening through the skyline before coming to a stop above the bar. The ship itself was easily about three kilometers in length, but it had an angular design, and seemed to be rather old.

"You can't run forever!" She shouted as a large circular door opened up on the bottom of the ship, and a brilliant white gravity lift shone down from the angular vessel. Silently she backed towards the exit of the bar towards the light.

"Traitors never live, I hope you burn in Tartarus!" She said, backing more towards the brilliant light in the entrance of the bar. Holstering her weapon.

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#, as written by Ylanne
Two minutes until TETRS would arrive. But Ayasha had no way of knowing this from where she hid behind the counter, the temporarily dulled pain now fully agonizing again. Her face drew tightly, contorting in reflection of the gravity of her wound. "...and you have the audacity to call me a traitor," she muttered, still catching her breath from the near-strangling she had experienced only minutes ago. Her hair fell limply about her face, her fingers now trembling with her wand held in both hands, the pair of binders dangling from one wrist. Sweat dampened her hairline, and her breaths came short and shallow. But there she remained. Hidden. Safe, or so she hoped.