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Val Webber

Resistance Fighter/ EX security guard.

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

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A relatively large nation within the Aurora, Isiria spans several star systems. Isiria is an Aschen member-state.

Description

Name: Val Webber
Age:26
Race: Isiarian Mutant
Abilities: Terrakinesis

So begins...

Val Webber's Story

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Val Webber

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#, as written by Zarhara
Val walked silently among the crowds she tracked the movements of the others as they walked she knew this had to be timed perfectly. If everything went correct this would be over in a matter of an hour or they would all be dead. She wore a long trench coat that had covered most of her body. The hard part had been getting past security but The contact had done his job.

In the distance an explosion was heard as a small freighters reactor overloaded. Suddenly alarms began to sound. Val watched the movements of the guards but something Crimson caught her eye. Who is that? She thought as she placed her hands on her dual plasma pistols. They were illegal here but everything she was about to do was illegal. Her face was covered by a white mask.

Pausing she moved through the crowd looking to see if the others were in position she looked back toward the crimson cowled woman and something clicked. She recognized her now that was the Divine Shadows body guard. Why would she be here? Was this a trap? She knew if they took her out it would be a great blow to the empire but was it going to be worth it? Val pondered this as she waited in moments they would attack she knew there was no turning back.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Seemingly from thin air, a silver haired man appeared at the edge of the crowd, seemingly unnoticed during the bustle of the day. There was no sound or fanfare to accompany his appearance, and the coincidental colocation of his entry with a storefront's exit made his appearance all the more plausible.

Urza walked warily down the street, the brim of his fedora pulled way down low. His passage made no sound save for the sound of his feet, and his stance helped him to keep his machine pistol ready to go, should he need it. He was ready, ready for whatever this place happened to have in store, hanging on the edge of his seat, metaphorically speaking. At any moment the bullets could come ripping out of the doorways to the sound of the beat... or perhaps he was just being paranoid.

Indeed nothing seemed to be going on at all, that he could tell. Apparently this section of the Prime Material Plane was a peaceful one, and not at all the hellhole he'd expected to be banished to. Maybe his exile from Faerie would--

A blast rocked the area as something exploded. The crowd seemed to react in varied ways, each person seeming to move in a different direction, and he was buffeted about by them until he found himself somewhat nearby to someone shrouded in crimson, some sort of heavy cowl and cloak from the look. With the jostling somewhat abated, he dusted his midnight suit off and straightened the wrinkles in it's fine fabric, straightening his black tie, and attempted to figure out just where in blazes he'd ended up.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Everything seemed to be running, according to plan, for the most part at least. The presence of the red cloaked woman screamed 'trap', but it was now or never.

The explosion would of course draw the attention of everyone with eyes and ears, as well as causing many people to scatter in panicked fear. The distraction would weed out anyone that wasn't with the slave transport. A large boat ore seemed to come from nowhere, launched like a spear from a height, to plow directly into the back of a guard's head. The unlucky man, never knew what hit him, quite literally. In the wake of the oar's unusual flight, a hooded woman dashed in, using the secondary distraction of people trying to figure out where a boat oar even came from. She grabbed the arm of the nearest guard, twisting her body around so that she had her back to the unlucky man, and ducked down as she threw the guard toward the woman in red. The hooded woman didn't stay still, however, picking up the oar in the same fluid motion she had used to throw the guard, and continuing the movement as she struck the next guard on the chin with an uppercut with the oar's handle. Her movements would show that she had a gasmask under the hood, hiding her identity.

At the same time, a blonde brute of a gasmasked man rushed in from the opposite direction, firing at the station guards on his side with a bullpup shotgun. He fired three rounds of cs gas, and even though the rounds were meant to be fired above their targets, Reto saw fit to fire directly at center mass, avoiding accidentally getting gas in the midst of the captives, and because, let's face it, the high-pitched yelp was worth it. It still filled the area with cs gas, which would burn eyes, and makes it nearly impossible to breathe, as the body would try to cough up everything infected by the the cs crystals. Any skin that came into contact with the cs gas would also burn, much like a really bad sunburn. Once the shots were fired, the Cyro native switched which ammo was being used, by switching which tube he was firing from. Using the gas as cover, he would then advance with tazer rounds.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Urza had found his way towards the Illumene spaceport, and everywhere he went people were stopping to point and murmur about him. They seemed confused and uncertain. Was it a xeno that walked openly with such impunity into the space-port, or was it simply cosmetic surgery that had altered the man's appearance in such a way as to look less than human.

The other pedestrians seemed unsure whether to report the man or not, and many were still trying to make up their minds when he reached the interior of the spaceport.

All around Urza were display screens broadcasting various channels - all of which seemed to be dominated by the ever growing familiar image of the Divine Shadow. Propaganda was spreading through Isiria like wild-fire as the Aschen Empire worked to cow its people into submission through fear tactics. Posters lined the walls that contained bold statements of 'Know the mutant, kill the mutant', and 'Silence is Consent' that were scrawled across images of the Divine Shadow. Others were simply emblazoned with the words 'We Worship his Shadow' across them.

Right now the television screens were replaying the footage of a public execution from earlier that morning, and camera shots of the prisoners showed dozens of men and women lined up against a wall with blindfolds and bound hands while a bar of text was scrolling across the bottom of the screen with the names of those executed. Among the names were Cael Duckett, a history professor from Brillion, and Jessica McKendry, the wife of a local Illumene police officer.

The news report flashed briefly to an image of John McKendry and his partner Jerry Jackson with a reward for any information into their whereabouts before returning to the execution footage.

The voice of the Emperor was droning in the background while people were going about their business in the space-port; though, some had gathered in small clusters to murmur and gesture at the screens. None dared speak out against the display of brutality though, and as the Emperor's speech came to a close it was The Black Hand who stepped forward to give the signal for the execution to begin. Rows of armed men raised their weapons to the row of prisoners and the people of Isiria were once more reminded that heresy would not be tolerated.

Urza would find a weight of unease and depression hanging over the spaceport before he suddenly found himself in the path of the very same woman from the television.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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As the explosion shook the spaceport, The Black Hand's eyes found Urza's from beneath the shadows of her cowl. Suspicion was etched into the lines around her eyes before chaos broke out around them. The hiss of gas canisters filled the air as Reto fired his rounds into the nearby airport security which suitably scattered the civilians into a frenzy of panicked cries as they sought to escape the noxious fumes. Those nearest to the prisoners were spared the gas - but it was only a matter of time before the rolling fumes closed in on the group.

It was Karen that drew the ire of The Black Hand though as the strange Isirian woman waded into the guards that were escorting the prisoners.

When Karen shoved one of the Isirian guards at The Black Hand, the red clad woman grabbed the man's holstered weapon before shoving him away from her. With the gun in hand she began to fire upon Karen. Unfortunately The Black Hand was somewhat unfamiliar with Isirian guns and her accuracy wasn't what it could have been.

Meanwhile the remaining guards were taking to a knee to return fire against both Karen and Reto, but unlike the insurgents, the Isirian guards were using lethal rounds.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Perhaps the most unlikely among the insurgents was that of Samuel Davis, a former Aschen pilot. It had been a small miracle that the insurgents hadn't simply strung him up as a double agent when they had picked him up about a month ago among a group of Isirian fugitives trying to get off Arastel, and there were still those among the group that held a level of disdain and distrust for Samuel's presence.

That The Black Hand was present likely didn't bode well for his place among the insurgents - and no doubt there would be some who suspected he had tipped the Aschen off. After all, it had almost seemed too easy that they had managed to get their weapons into the spaceport.

He didn't show any hesitation though as he raised his rifle it to his shoulder to fire non-lethal rounds upon the Isirian guards that were firing upon Karen and Reto.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Among the prisoners, two men went down in the crossfire of gunfire that had erupted around them, and Nicolas Bratton grabbed another of the prisoners to pull them down.

"Get down!" he yelled as others followed his lead.

Lower to the ground they would be less of a target in the shoot-out as bullets passed overhead.

Though they were still at a great deal of risk from the occasional stray misfire, and a third prisoner took an Isirian bullet to the shoulder.

Trying to keep his own head down, Nicolas crawled over next to the groaning man. He wasn't a doctor, but he did the only thing he knew to do and applied pressure to the wound. It was difficult to do with his hands restrained, and more difficult yet to get the body leverage needed without putting himself back in the crossfire.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Val watched is it began, this was the beginning of something the sparks of resistance. She watched as the black hand herself waded into the fight. But that wasn't Val's target. No instead she rand into the cloud of smoke from the opposite direction of the attack. She had made sure to seal her gear up for this.

The gas was going to serve her another purpose she had to get the prisoners un bound. She came up to Nicholas first and the few that were with him. As she reached them she drew her plasma pistols and opened up on the closest guards first matching their lethal fire with some of her own.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Well shit.

The Fae Knight dropped to a crouch as all hell broke loose, his pistol appearing in his hand as if by magic. Not wanting to pick sides yet, he started moving away from the terrorist gunmen, which meant he was moving toward the woman in red. Around the time she was taking the guard's weapon, he was calling upon his innate talents as the Unseelie Knight, channeling magic through his body and bending it to his will. His eyes took on a faint glow, the cyan color becoming more vibrant as the magic gathered. Soon after, his tattoos, normally white, took on that same Cyan light. Soon after, the magic took shape, brilliant sparks dribbling from his left hand and swirling into an arcane circle. A moment later, the Greater Invisibility spell took shape, and the man vanished.

Knowing full well that invisibility was useless without mobility to back it, once he was hidden he dove forward into a shoulder roll, coming to his feet a few meters from the main combat and right in the midst of what he took to be some manner of prisoners. The spell would keep him out of sight for about a minute and a half, which he hoped would be enough time to let this fight play out. In the meantime, however, he'd try to pick a side and throw in his own skills.

He leveled his weapon at the space between the woman in red and the oarmaster and held his fire, panting at the rush of sudden movement on his part.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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The spark of resistance--

Resistance that would likely be quickly quelled through overwhelming force.

There were several pops followed by people screaming and the pungeant smell of ozone as thick grey smoke wafted through the immediate area. Bodies littered the ground as a platoon of Aschen marines spread out with weapons poised and ready to fight. Gas masks and Exopacks protected them from the sudden influx of tear gas that permeated the area, while real time tactical data allowed them to see with relative ease through the smoke.

"Protect the black hand!" One marine called out, before he tossed the Black Hand a more familiar weapon, an Aschen disruptor rifle.

The marines then began to fan out in broad formation, ruthlessly gunning anyone that got too close down with brilliant green weapons discharges.

Val would likely too find herself pinned down as Marines moved into position and then they opened fire, sending streaks of green light towards her. karen too would find the ire of Aschen personnel, as one of them lined the hooded insurgent up in holographic disruptor rifle sights, and then opened fire, three, four and more streaks of green found themselves searing towards her.

Four black and white CPF Vehicles joined in the fray, their sirens wailing and their tires screeching to bring the cars to a stop, following the four vehicles were a pair of large black SWAT vans, with the CPF logo emblazoned on the side. One by one CPF SWAT emerged and began to fan out through the crowd to set up a perimeter. In the sky was a lone airfrigate, which was triangulating all hostiles and providing live tactical data to the forces on the ground.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Off to the side, the hooded woman saw a man simply vanish. As far as she knew he wasn't part of their team, so she was mildly worried. However there was too much going on for her to be able to even think about that, instead moving the information to the back of her mind.

Karen dashed in, moments before the gun was lifted toward her, showing why a melee combatant was more effective at that range. The blade of the oar was slapped at the Black Hand's hand with the intent of smacking the weapon from her grip, or at the very least knocking it wide so that she wouldn't be able to fire in any reasonable manner. Hit or miss, the oar would continue around, so that the butt of the handle could be jabbed at the other woman's gut. The hooded woman still kept moving, however, to circle around the other woman and keep her off-balance. Not that this would be much of an advantage ,as reinforcements arrived and re-armed the Black Hand with a rifle. The new salvo of fire may have been in Karen's direction, but it seemed like the Marines were a little nervous about shooting too close to the woman in red, giving the martial artist some breathing room.



So a guy turned invisible, and that was weird, drawing a single "Huh."

The arrival of supplemental troops in their armor and gas masks, things could be accurately described as 'tits up'. His first instinct was to cover his partner on that red lady, sending a bright yellow tazer round downrange at her, then adjusting over to the guard still standing and firing a second round in rapid order. With that done, he'd swap to his own modification of the shotty, and his personal favorite part. Attached to the side by way of duct tape was a device of his own invention, a miniature mortar tube which launched homemade explosive rounds. The rounds weren't particularly accurate, but with a blast radius of about ten meters and an overpressure area of almost twice that, accuracy wasn't paramount, so long as the rounds got closer to the bad guys than the good guys.

He judged the group of armored troops distance and adjusted the angle of the arcing fire accordingly, and with a foomp! sent the round downrange. The projectile was roughly bullet shaped, and packed with ammonium nitrate synthesized from household chemicals and various sharp bits of metal, all packed in an aluminum tube scored on the inside to provide maximum fragmentation. The overpressure could stun at a large range, rupturing soft tissues in the targets and causing internal damage, even causing the brain severe harm at close range, and the fragmentation would tear into anyone left standing by the overpressure. He had been hoping he wouldn't have to use such an extreme weapon in this attack, but at the same time privately praying he'd get to blow something up, and this certainly qualified.

While the round sought it's happy target, he dropped another into the breach in preparation to mop up any survivors and called out, "Snatch and Grab! Move out!", Heading toward the transport they intended for egress himself, keeping the shotgun tucked into his shoulder and ready to fire as needed.

While it was surprising that units were deployed this far from their massive explosion distraction, it certainly wasn't anything he hadn't planned for and he was more than ready to deal out some pain to anyone who threatened this op's success with extreme prejudice. Of course, the collateral damage would be fairly severe, but then again it wasn't as if he was firing particle weapons indiscriminately like certain officers of the law. Maybe they could squeak a win out of this yet.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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As the noxious gases began to close in on The Black Hand's location the visor of her combat suit slid closed beneath the shadows of her cowl and nothing could be seen of her face save for the black visor.

Readings were flooding her perception as they zeroed in on Karen closing the distance - but the suit wasn't designed to sync with the Isirian weapon in her hand, so the auto-locking and auto-aiming mechanisms of the suit were no use for the moment.

Fortunately what she lacked in aptitude with guns, she made up for in melee prowess.

With the suit enhancing her reflexes beyond her normal human capabilities, she was assessing the situation with sharp clarity and as the time-dilation device kicked into gear everything around her slowed to a surreal crawl. Bullets became visible as they passed through the air, and Karen's attacks moved sluggishly towards The Black Hand; though, to everyone else it would seem as if it were the Black Hand moving at inhuman speeds.

She discarded the gun in hand as the oar swept past, and the jab for her stomach missed its mark as she slipped to the side and grabbed the oar around the haft. Jerking it forward to throw Karen off balance, she stepped close and slammed an elbow towards Karen's sternum to send her sprawling across the spaceport floor.

And just like that everything resumed its normal speed for The Black Hand once more.

A marine was throwing a rifle to her which she caught in hand as she discarded the oar that skidded across the floor. Instead of firing the rifle though, she turned on Val who was trying to release the prisoners and hooked it around Val's neck from behind to drag her back to her feet.

"Drop your weapons or I'll snap your neck," she hissed venomously into Val's ear.

One of the captives had other ideas though and he grabbed up one of the weapons from a fallen Isirian and turned it on Val and The Black Hand both. The man didn't hesitate in opening fire, seemingly intent on shooting through Val to get at the woman behind her.

The Black Hand's eyes narrowed behind her visor as she turned her back to the Isirian captive and let her combat suit take the gunfire so as to keep Val out of the spray of bullets. A moment later a disruptor bolt from one of the marines felled the man with a clean shot to the torso. Reto's tazer round struck her next and the readings scrolling across her visor flashed warnings about the surge of electricity that dissipated a moment later.

The Black Hand scowled. While she was well suited to deal with the heavy fire, Val was not as well armored and the Black Hand wanted her alive. A moment later the blink pack in her combat suit activated and both the Black Hand and Val vanished.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Nicolas felt a hand grab around his arm and pull him to his feet, and he abandoned the wounded man on the floor who was beginning to seize. There wasn't anything he could do in the middle of a gunfight.

The captives were being rushed towards a nearby transport ship by Reto when a disruptor bolt caught Nicolas in the arm.

There was a brief explosion of pain, and then nothing.

Many might have left the man where he fell as the disruptor bolt charred and blackened the flesh of his arm, and left much of his torso covered in third-degree burns. But someone stooped to drag Nicolas back to his feet where he was half dragged up the service ramp to the ship.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Samuel turned his attention to the marines as he lay down some cover fire from his own rifle to give the surviving captives a chance of reaching the transport ship. Unfortunately five already lay motionless on the floor, victims of the crossfire, and the whole operation was rapidly spiraling out of control.

His efforts served to draw the fire of the CPF officers and marines which forced him to take cover just outside the service ramp. With the airfrigate in the air though, his position outside the building would be picked out and swarmed in a matter of moments.

Fortunately Reto's explosive weapon provided him a moment's reprieve and he ducked out from his cover and joined those clambering into the transport vessel while firing a few more shots over his shoulder.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Urza kept to a low crouch, moving along with the prisoners as they were herded toward the transport. Moving along slowly and methodically, he drew a bead on the red-cloaked figure, lining up a careful shot on the swiftly moving figure, only to have her vanish an instant before he could squeeze the trigger. Frustrated, he dispelled the invisibility and stepped in front of the prisoners and into the line of fire of the police forces.

Revealed from his invisibility, he'd chosen to have his Regalia take on the appearance usually favored for combat, an intimidating looking jagged plate mail piece, partially transparent and appearing to be made of cyan and azure ice, lightly trailing fog in the warm humid air. His cold eyes locked onto a target, the closest police vehicle, and his left hand stretched forward, teal light gathering briefly.

With a snap of his fingers, the spell was loosed. The vehicle and everything within twenty feet of it would erupt into blue white cold fire, a sudden and deafening fireball of sub-zero temperatures, freezing solid anything within range before the field collapsed in a sudden vacuum, the force of which likely shattered objects previously frozen.

His right arm raised even as his left hand snapped it's fingers, and his fist was full of thunder, the weapon barking a three round burst of 5.7mm steel jacketed tungsten core armor piercing rounds into the windshield of the second closest police vehicle, aimed for where the driver would be.

The temperature of the air around the Fae would have dropped severely, frost forming in a circle around his wide spread feet as he made his attack, frigid winds tossing his hair about as he wove the forces of magic and FN's finest in a deadly symphony. Eyes and tattoos blazed with light as he stood in open challenge to those who would oppose his arbitrarily chosen side.

Fuck the Police indeed.

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Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Suddenly Val felt hands around her neck as she saw flash of a crimson Cloak. Overtaken by the speed of the black hand. But then the disruptor rifle was around her neck. She attempted to break it but something was blocking her abilities. Groaning slightly she let her plasma pistols fall to the ground. Reaching down in a frenzy she was clearly making a dash for something in her belt. It was the Cyanide pill in a secret compartment. She knew this was too early in the game to be captured. But in this rush her movements were all to obvious.

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Ben was laying in a prone position on the ramp of the transport as he layed down a layer of covering sniper fire for the retreating others. "Move it Were lifting off in 15 seconds" He shouted between a sniper shot to those running toward the transport the ramp was still down but the engines could be heard as the ship was beginning to take off.

Ben tossed the sniper aside as it clicked empty and reached down to help the others who were scrambling up the ramp. The ship was beginning to lift off. Once everyone was on at the last moment no later than exactly 15 seconds the ship took off quickly. Ben ran back to the bridge to spoke to the two pilots.

"Your going to have to make an atmospheric jump get the ramp up!" He shouted to them.

One of the pilots just nodded. "FTL'S still warming up! I need two minutes!" The pilot shouted. He kept the ship semi low as he hovered in the hangar the ramp was still down if anyone who hadn't made it on could make the jump.

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Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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The chaos continued, and seemed to intensify quite rapidly as magic spells were strewn about, followed by weapons fire.

As Urza moved on the CPF Vehicles, it served to draw the fire of the Aschen Marines, and other Police personnel, with the ship ignored for the moment, the men turned their weapons on the Fae, sending searing green bolts that were capable of cutting slap through most armors, liquefying steel and concrete alike with each bolt's impact.

The Explosion of ice and magic did little to deter the Aschen men, however. Even as the CPF retreated to cover, the gunners of the Airfrigate were watching the show from above.

One Marine sighted Urza, a young Corporal by the name of Ferelli. Raising his Disruptor rifle he loosed a pair of shots at the armored man, before he detatched a silver orb from his belt.

"Antimana out!" He screamed, before he hurled the orb towards Urza, the silver sphere made a wide arc before it clattered to the ground harmlessly, and began to utter a high pitched whine.

Three seconds went by, and the small orb unleashed a devastating Anti-Magic pulse which would likely cause a painful magical disruption that would threaten to rend the very magic from Urza. Though the effect could be described as extremely painful, it was non-lethal and temporary a proverbial magic flash-bang, though the Fae would likely find that his spells were no longer able to materialize, and any magical nature of the armor could be quickly disposed of through the sheer power of this strange energy. Energy that was perfected from years of studying magic with the intention of destroying it.

With the grenade out, Corporal Ferelly raised his rifle, and took three shots towards the aggressing Fae.

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As the ship began to lift off, a second Marine, armed with a 38mm Fuel-rod cannon took aim, the Airfrigate shuffled to the side as the Marine opened fire, the weapon making a 'Whumpf' sound and lobbing a bright green blob of light at the ship, contained within was a slug made from plutonium, which would explode furiously in radioactive shrapnel on impact, though likely damaging to the ship, It was still capable of Jumping.

But things for the escapees were quickly going from bad to worse, as the outline of an Aschen Reverence could be seen descending through the clouds, the window of escape closing rapidly.

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Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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The verdant bolts streaked through the air, and one of the troopers got lucky. The round slapped into the Unseelie Knight's chest, sending chips of ice and crystal scattering and causing Urza to stumble back a step. He fired another quick pair of bursts from his pistol, sighting in on the closest targets, when an odd silver sphere bounced within a few feet of him. His left hand stretched out to throw out another of his abilities, and a strange whine emanated from the device, an unseen wave of energy scouring the magic of the Fae Mantle from him and leaving him as he was when he accepted Mab's deal almost a hundred and sixty years ago.

Without the Mantle, he was somewhat more innocuous, a twentysomething human with dirty blonde hair that needed to see a barber's shears and a comb, eyes the color of a summer's noon sky, and some highly conspicuous quartz plate mail which was a little heavier than he remembered. He had no magic, no ability to summon his sword, and he'd lost his preternatural toughness and healing.

What he did have however, was a finely made and hand customized piece of machinery which fired high powered armor piercing rounds, and as the transport lifted off, he put it to work. Rounds would continue to streak towards their targets until the twenty round magazine was dry. Of course, with his Regalia stuck in platemail mode, he couldn't exactly snag a fresh one, so he instead retreated back into the bay as the vehicle took off, glancing over the prisoners they'd managed to abscond with. After a few moments, his power returned to him, and he shifted the armor back into a navy suit, silver shirt, and black tie.

With the ship heading atmospheric, there was little he could do with the pistol, so he swapped mags and holstered it at his shoulder.

"Is everyone okay?"

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Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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Karen managed to stay out of most of the line of fire, by virtue of being knocked flat on her ass. It still took her a moment to figure out just what happened, as the Black Hand had moved much faster than a normal human should have been able to. By the time Karen had come to her senses, she only had time to see Val be taken in a wumph of displaced air, as both the woman in red and her captive vanished. The hooded woman managed to roll to her feet as she was stepped over, sliding around the unlucky man as if she were made of water, only to throw him back into the rest of the Marines. She then made a break for it, praying for everyone to make it alive, as bolts of green streaked past, any one of them threatening to end her life. By some stoke of luck, or possibly divine intervention, a frost-covered opening had been made for her a moment before, and Karen was able to make it to the transport, with a leap and a roll. As a last-ditch effort to cover their escape, she threw in what looked to be a normal soda can, though as soon as it clattered to the ground near the group of soldiers, it would begin to emit a high-powered field of extremely high frequency waves. It would work on a similar principle as a microwave oven, exciting the water and fat molecules in the skin, and instantly heating them via dielectric heating, as well as heating metal and anything else too close to the relatively small can. It wouldn't last long, however, but it would be long enough to cause blisters. It was non-lethal, at least.


Reto wasn't quite so concerned about avoiding enemy casualties, as he fired another improvised explosive into the thick of the fighting. His free hand was engaged in making sure everyone made it on board, including an armored man that he didn't recall being there before. Seemed that the guy was on their side, anyways, so Reto was more than happy to help him on board too. As soon as everyone was on that was getting on, Reto turned and yelled to the pilot to get out of there. It seemed that the same moment, a bolt of green zinged past the Cryo native's head, close enough to singe hair and leave a steak of blisters across the man's face. Well that was his cue to duck inside as well, hoping that they didn't end up with any atmos leaks.

"Fuggin punch it, man! We're gettin' fried out here!"

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Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: Samuel Davis Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Shillah-nhamekovum Qalia Achevrhyth Character Portrait: Nicolas Bratton Character Portrait: Karen Rodia Character Portrait: Reto Baldr Character Portrait: Val Webber Character Portrait: Urza Slate

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The pilot nodded once everyone was onboard and the ramp ascended. The ship began to rise just when the aschen fired fuel rod grazed the side of the ship the shields took most of the impact but a one of the sections was sealed off. The ship had a small holes and the radation might do some damage but the pilot kept his cool. The ship was still ascending after the hit but it was spiraling upwards the reverence could be seen.


"We just need to even out..." The pilot said softly as he tried to control the spin. "Hey push those levers all the way for me when I say now I need to keep this thing steady." The pilot said to Ben who did as asked. The pilot was holding the wheel but also flicking switchs to stabilize the ship as it rocked around.

"NOW!" He shouted as Ben hit the thing fully forward. The ship lurched and any one including Ben not prepared would be knocked back. A large bang could be heard as the ship made the FTL jump and Ben was tossed across the cabin.

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Character Portrait: The Black Hand Character Portrait: Val Webber

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Meanwhile the Black Hand and Val had re-appeared not far from the location they had vanished from. The blink packs in her suit were short range only, and they had afforded only a brief distance between herself and the shootout. They appeared to be in a parking garage and only a few dismayed civilians were seen rushing on their way to find someplace more secure and further away from the nearby gunfire.

The Black Hand's eyes dropped to Val's hand grasping in her belt until she withdrew a small pill. Her eyes narrowed sharply and she swiftly withdrew the rifle from Val's throat, before slamming the butt of it into the back of Val's head with force enough to knock her into the nearest vehicle. As the Isirian woman fell to her knees and the pill skittered across the pavement, a second blow left Val sprawled on the floor swimming in and out of consciousness.

With the Isirian woman subdued, the Black Hand's visor slid back to reveal a woman's face as she spoke into a comm device.

"This is the Black Hand. Get some men over to -" she paused and looked around for some sign marker as to where she was. "To parking lot 4C."

The nearby sound of gunfire had ceased, and it would seem that the insurgents had escaped. All save for Val.

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Character Portrait: Val Webber

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Val would come to in a simple white-washed room with a metal table, two chairs, and a single door. Both of her wrists had been firmly secured to the arms of the chair, and a sticky feeling matted her hair to her brow where a ragged gash had been split open by the butt of a rifle. The back of her head throbbed painfully as well where the initial blow had struck. The concussion would leave Val feeling dizzy and disoriented, with her thoughts muddied and unclear. A drowsiness and a heavy nausea would linger over her, but no medical treatment had yet been provided.

She would find that she had been stripped of all of her equipment which rested on the nearby table - including the cyanide pill she had previously attempted to commit suicide with. No one else appeared to be present, and she was left to her solitude in the large, empty room.

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Character Portrait: Val Webber

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Even beffore Val opened her eyes she felt horrible, her head was throbbing and she felt like she might vomit all over herself though there was nothing in her stomach to actually vomit. She tried to remember where she was and how she had ended up here but all she remembered was being in the battle and seeing something red. Am I dead? She thought gloomily. She opened her eyes slowly to see the room around her and all of her gear layed out before her. No not dead... this, this is much worse than death. She thought. She had heard about Aschen interrogation death would probably be better than this place. Ben the Merc, that was with them had muttered about the Aschen interrogations. He didn't give many details but he said he never wanted to relive that again.

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Character Portrait: Kianna Character Portrait: Val Webber

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Val was left to stew over her thoughts for about a half-hour before that door finally opened to admit none other than the Aschen Empress herself. Whatever horrors Val might have contrived up in her head during that time had likely not anticipated the tall blonde woman. Among the hatred of the Isirian Insurgents, Kianna ranked up there with Mollem and the Black Hand. She had a reputation for brutality to make even her husband appear tame, and many believed it was Kianna herself that was behind the oppression and subjugation of the Isirian mutants. Her name was often linked to many disappearance, as well as the Lakeside District Massacre a month ago.

Kianna had insisted on interrogating this one personally, and had likewise insisted that she not be disturbed. Only two guards could be seen outside the door before it closed behind her.

"Do you know who I am?" Kianna asked as she approached the table and took the seat across from Val.

She folded one leg neatly over the other and set the file down on the table before folding her hands in her lap. She watched Val with a pointed curiosity.

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Character Portrait: Kianna Character Portrait: Val Webber

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Val had been sitting in the room for a half an hour worrying about what might come through that door. She had expected to see one of the fabled confessors enter the room but instead she saw a blond woman enter. At first she was a bit relieved until she got a look at the womans face. A flash of rage would appear across Vals face.

"How could I not." Val said sarcastically rolling her eyes. Her head was pounding but something was nagging her.Why of all people would this woman be here. "Why are you here? I'm clearly not important enough to draw someone like your attention am I?" She asked.