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"Disguise, my dear Shenti, is not the problem." Devlon said, a flash of hope raising his spirits slightly, though it didn't show in his expression. He was glad she was talking about this, it meant they were both on the same page.
"No one will put who I used to be and who I am now as the same person. I look nothing like I used to and I don't even use the same name anymore. The biggest threat that my past idenity affords me is that the Wave has no documents of my creation and history. If I am to move freely in the Wave, I need to be a legal citizen. Any less will leave me stranded in the Tide....or worse." What Devlon was talking about was far beyond glasses and a mustache, he was talking about either politically aqquiring or illegal altering Wave documentation to make the Cyborg known as Devlon a real Wave citizen.

The Gaians waited motionless. The seven trucks passed them by fairly fast. On the 8th they struck. The First and last truck were brought to a halt with anti vehicle missiles. The trucks were blown to the side, blocking the tight road. The druids took up their places to take out the guards that came out, there always were guards. Thimil stood by the 6th truck, waiting with his bow poised.

The time seemed to slow down, no one seemed to have moved for hours. The drivers of the cars seemed to have stayed motionless, from fear of their lives. What went on behind the covers of the trucks cargo was unknown. A sudden movement went on in a truck ahead of thimil. A big mech ripped the covers as it stood straight. It was about 8ft tall, on top of the truck. At once the druids used what they had aggainst it. Several tried sending the large rocks at it denting its armour, while others threw lightining from their palms. Thimil shot his arrow right at the neck, the one weak point he knew it would penetrate.
The mech was stunned for a second or two before unleashing his volley of bullets into one of the druids. He was ripped to pieces before he even fell to the ground. The mech turned to face more, but was distracted by Thimils second arrow, finding its mark. The arrows began to grow green and sparks flew between then, Thimil knew the spell was more than working.
The mech fired a volley at the escaping druids, who fled behind the trucks. The Mech did not seem to care, it fired right after them, shredding the trucks and its contents alike. Two more druids fell, Thimil did not know if they were wounded or dead, not that it mattered at a situation like this.
He was about to fire a third arrow at the mech when two guars came out from his truck. They had their guns at the ready, but thimil shot his arrow first, piercing the armour chest plate of one of them. He ran before the bullets got him. He hears them start as he turned around, but he was faster. He hid in between the trucks. He looked into the load of the truck ahead of him, it just seemed like cyborg parts, no guards. He climbed inside and got an arrow ready, waiting with his back to the side of the truck. As the guards came near, he heard a loud thump on the ground, one of them must have been drained by his arrow then. The other was looking for him, Thimil cound sense it. He calmed down his fear and tried to focus. He felt the guard outside the truck, not even two metres from him. He was walking slowly around the truck, edging closer to where thimil was. He touched his arrow to his forehead, adding an extra incantation to it, making his spell stronger.
As the guard walked to the spot Thimil was, he shot his arrow, piercing the canvas hitting him in the arm or head. Thimil was not sure but he moved fast, not giving any chances. He moved fast out of the truck, hearing the guard drop to the ground. The giant mech was still shredding everything in its path, with the druids not being able to do much more than run for cover and take pot shots at it before running for their life once more. The guards were just about killed, leaving a small group of three of them around the massive mech. Thimil ducked and picked up one of the rifles the guards had. It was not much but he hoped it was neough to get rid of the three cowards around the mech.

He crawled under the truck and started to edge forward. He heard the gunfire get louder, and the mechanical movement of the mech made his blood cold. He could see the feet of the guards now, but he kept getting closer. There was only the space between the mech truck and the one he was under. He knew he had to move fast. Thimil looked at the ground they were on, pure sand and gravel. He summoned up some gaia and moved the sand from under their feet, creating the same effect as someone pulling the carpet from under their feet. Thimil wasted no time, pulling the trigger, wasting all the bullets on the fallen guards. The mech stopped shooting. He heard it move around and the guns click into place. Thimil had two choices, and he knew which one he picked.

As the bullets shredded the cabin of the fruck and rained hell on the ground below it, Thimil rolled from under and started to run towards the mech. He knew he was dead meat as it was, but running was all he had left. He saw the metallic form of the heavily armoured mech looming over him. Its railgun mounted on its arm with the other sporting a crushing three pronged claw. He knew it was over.
He saw the claw swing for him, knoching him into the air. He felt a rib or two snap, but he had not yet reached the ground. He hit the side of the valley hard, about fifteen metres away for where he stood. His head hurt really bad and his ribs were deffinately broken. His face and arms were grazed from the stones making it painful to move.
He heard the mech start to buzz slower and then suddenly a loud bang as it hit the ground. The arrow must have worked, its the only possibility. He waited for a minute or two for the others to find him, he was too weak to stand on his own.

The druids found him unconcious, with bleeding on his ribs. His eyebrow was ripped and his arm grazed very badly. Yet the ribs were their first priority. It took three of them to heal them back to place, as it would have drained one of them completely. He was carried to the safe spot while the other 7 of them unloaded what precious cargo they could find. They found power supplies, weapon carbines, spare parts for mechs that could be used as armour if fashioned propperly, but most importantly of all they found a small ray cannon. All were carried back to the camp after a long time, considering they also had to drag the dead, or what was left of them after the Mech finished with them.

The upper facial panels furrowed in thought at Shenti's confession. There were things about his body that he had no idea where there, or why. It was hard enough just learning to redo everything he had once taken for granted.
"You'll have to tell me about them sooner or later. However, we could assume such a person's identtity and then submit requests to alter the information. It just might work. But a few things. First, what exactly did you have in mind?"

"I am not as intimately familiar with all your workings as is the computer at work," Shenti responded in a sideways manner.

"Maybe if I could sneak you in there, you could help me look over the data for your transfer and compare it to our failed attempts. At the very least you could see some nifty diagrams of your insides, and maybe later we can do a diagnostic on some of your parts. So...maybe one of those late nights? What's really standing in our way? Security cameras? The guards at work? I haven't had the heart to look into it that far..."

((Not really sure what special stuff to give him-- partly up to you, cyborg-boy xd ))

((Sorry for a purely OOC post... sweatdrop This is a tight bit of time for me, so I'll be unable to fully participate for a couple weeks. Considering I didn't exactly thrust Nida into the spotlight with that last post, I don't think that'll be too much of an issue. sweatdrop I'll try to post weekly anyway, if only to get her into position to interact, but things'll be slow.))

Name: Shadow Crises 666
RP Name: Raikagen
Age: ???
Race: Homisidle Deamon
Side: The Lost
Appearance: Sephiroth is 6' 1'' and weighs 158. Long Silver Hair and Green Ocean eyes.
History: For longest time, he has been abused; studied; scientifically enhanced; and his mood has always been when he first started out...angry, homosidle, treturous, and silent. He is only there when he is needed, and when he is needed, it has to be when someone is in danger or his friends and family. Get on his wrong side...well...you wont know what has happened until it happens to you.
Other: N/A

((No problem, Kai. School's starting for me as well, so I don't know how active I will manage to be. But we must press on!))

It was as if tomorrow would never come. It seemed that time moved more slowly for Ray when there was nothing left to be done. He quietly exited his lab and decided that it would be okay if he wandered around the building for awhile before Nuren got a hold of him again.

The door slid behind him and a world he had almost forgotten returned to him. It had been ges since he had ever left the lab, it was a wonder how much had changed since then. He walked down the bustling hall, filled wirh fellow scientists frantically flipping papers, cheking files, and over all makiing wonderful use of their time. To think that he wazs repsonsible for such a wonderful sight almost made happy Ray cry.

Almost. Kept forgetting what he was. He continued his trek down the halls stopping at windows to take a quick look at whatever was being worked on. More obedient puppies, less fattening snack foods. The world seemed to just keep getting better. He pressed his metalic hands to the plexi glass and wished he could help them. But he couldn't. How were his "children" of science to learn anything if he did all for them. Solemnly removing his hands from the glass he returned to his little walk, not sure wha he'd find next.