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Rosa seemed to have come back to her senses once Blake helped get rid of Maggie's aura, she looked down at where Damien lay in his own growing pool of blood. "Damien..." Rosa knelt down beside him, trying to gauge just how badly injured he was. Rosa looked back at Vexis, her expression almost showed...guilt?


Vexis sighed, then headed over to the robot and her creator. "Fine, I'll help...but this is the last time for a while now that I'm going to be able to heal someone...it uses a lot of energy, y'know!" Vexis closed her eyes, trying to repeat the same sequence of actions she did to heal Marth. After a moment of directing that bluish energy into Damien's wound, she backed away, not nearly as depressed as she was after reviving Marth. "His wound isn't too bad, though if you had cut him much further than that, he'd be dead by now..." Vexis looked back up at the large ship in the sky, still charging it's weapon apparently. "Though we could all be dead soon..." Vexis glanced back at Rosa, curiosity was getting the better of her. "Who is this person, anyway? And why did you try to kill him?"


"My creator, Damien Raid. And I'm not certain...I temporarily lost control over my actions, that aura was interfering with my sensor..."

"Ah..." Vexis replied, not quite catching on until a brief moment later. 'Wait....Damien Raid? Hes that guy I'm supposed to kill!'

(( xd Poor Blake...so ignored lol))


Rosa finally bothered to walk over and help Blake, being near the electricity actually helped gather more energy for herself with her Osmosis system anyway. "Vexis, are you able to help Blake as well?"


Vexis just stood there, staring down at Damien, puzzling things through. 'Hes truly my target? Then this android is that Rosa thing...?'


"Vexis?" Rosa repeated herself, though obviously nothing was getting past Vexis's inner thoughts.

[That's uh... a nice contrast of images...]

Mariel looked down at her dashboard. Fuel was verging on empty. "Damn it... I was so close to." Luckily she was just passing by her planet (Luminus) so she pulled in for a landing. While her ship was being refueled and maintenenced, Mariel walked to her employers headquarters, took a few elevators to visit her Leutenent in his room. She didn't have to go that far, however because she bumped into him in the hallway. "Nice to see you've left your bedroom for once..." Mariel put her hands on her hips. "What are you still doing here?"

Nolan was still teary-eyed. "Evading my breakfast burrito," he replied, but was too impartial to laugh at the moment.

"What are you doing here?"

Nolan regarded Mariel with concern. She was a beautiful creature, with her white hair, her eyes of each a separate color, and her flawless skin. It disturbed him how human she seemed.

"Ugh... fine... what's the assignment? I can't wait to leave," Nolan said, his voice full of boredom and drolly carrying on.

((Gtg at 10... 9:21 at the time of this post's writing.))

Talon found himself in a large, perspective-altering forest. The trees were massive sequoias, making the small cat-boy feel even smaller under the massive canopy that was higher than his eyes could tell with depth-perception.

The forest floor was covered in growth, leaves, tree branches, animal droppings, pine needles, and nuts and seeds of all kinds. Animals were all around. Talon felt his body falter, then shift into the form of a squirrel. His mind always felt wavy at the edges, as if each time he morphed, his outer awareness was altered as his physical brain underwent quick, painless changes.

Lark stood in the center of a large, perspective-altering forest. The trees were massive sequoias, making the small cat-boy feel even smaller under the massive canopy that was higher than his eyes could tell with depth-perception.

Except that he was a she. And she wore old, dark-colored clothing, and her bangs hung down over her face.

Lark's ears twitched as she sensed the arrival of her... friend, Talon.

"That sounds reasonably adequate," Nolan commented, having walked to be able to stand on his toes and read over Mariel's shoulder.

"If information-gathering is all that's required, it'll be a fine trip from the capital. Like a field trip, or a vacation, maybe. Are we scheduled to visit any exotic locales?"

[I've decided to make Mariel more friendly... I'm just not cut out to be a mean character]

Mariel folded the paper and tucked it into her bra which, she didn't care, was out for everyone to see. They didn't make suits with her dimensions. "Not unless the Atlantis stops there first... we can keep our fingers crossed." She smiled then walked back to where her ship was docked. "Last I checked, the Atlantis wasn't too far away... Approximately 5 days of continuous flight..."

When they got down to the maintenence bay, she opened up the large door, walked in and hoped into the pilot's seat. "All ready to go."