.: Singularity :. (IC)

[lilbooth]

"Yes, that was rather unfortunate timing on your behave...not sure he had much of better plan in the best case scenario though." Said Echo quickly shifting over towards Rivolo, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, whispering"I hope you are alright my dear, that was some performance." She then shifted toward the other side of the car and pulled open the divider between the driver and passenger portions of the car. "That's pleasant that you offered your help. I am being forced to assist your employer against my will. They've set up some elaborate trap for my cousin and me." She said sort of absentmindedly. "Since I'm fairly certain you're not some sort of double agent I'll let you in on what I've got going on... The resistance wants me to do some intel gathering on the bayrios forces as well as the councilwomen. My family also insisted that I invite the councilwomen to a party at the estate, hopefully, to discuss some sort of peace. Now are you honestly just here as protection or is there some sort of secret mission you're off to do? I would like a heads up is all." She questioned, her tone dipping back into a less formal vernacular.

[MelissaB]

As the divider is pulled down she glances back and hums a little. "Wouldn't say I was getting paid so not really my employer." She shrugs a little before glancing Echo up and down. Flashing her a smile of the razor sharp metal teeth in her mouth. The spliced wolf woman nods and hums at the idea before looking forwards for a second before turning back, as if she was just taking the strain from constantly turning her head back from her neck for a second. "I'm here to protect and accompany you. It was believed you might enjoy the company and it'd make your situation feel less demoralizing with some aid." She states with a smirk. "So yeah, I'm here for protection and company though if i get the chance to put a stop to the edict I might just take it."

[cliffracer]

"Thank you!"

Lyalah had kept Rol's skinsuit and whatever belongings came with in one of the lockers near the door, though not quite in the seating area she has set up. Lyalah made sure to take good care in getting Rol out of it originally! She knew her own clothes don't usually fit clients, either because she's too short or too wide for them. Once Lyalah is done washing up she goes for the wooden wardrobe behind the counter, getting another pair of what must be her favorite kind of sweater and skirt. She grabs an empty utility belt and clips the medkit in to it, holstering her cleaver and knives on opposite sides.

"According to what I was told when you were brought in, your jet's made a home for itself in a tree. It probably isn't in a state to limp home, but we can take a look if it's on the way. Otherwise, I've got a van. I never see quite as much money as I need for an ambulance, but a smooth ride is good enough. I've got her parked outside."

Lyalah's final act of suiting up is putting on her helmet. As small of a thing it is, it really does do miracles for her overall presence, giving her a silently-judging visage from behind a shaded visor. Hell, wearing it practically changes the way she walks! When she heads for the front door she does it with a confident stride rather than the flirty strut Rol was treated to already. Rol can see the kind of angel that makes herself known on the battlefield, here.

"Are you ready to head out?"

[Nobudi]

Tucking long strands of her violet hair smoothly behind one of her straight and long ears, Aermis' fingers slowly danced across the console as she digitally navigated the archives. Her typing speed was nothing to be quite proud of. In fact, it was only just shy of poking each character chopsticks style. Being a gene-modded sexslave had not given her a great education. Sure, she knew the basics and even more than that, but she was never expected to actually do anything aside from looking pretty and being fucked by someone or something. But it was still something she felt a sense of accomplishment in doing. As for the navigation, it was cohesive enough for someone who was mainly self taught to actually use.

"Just be sure to have Squiddles hold back. I once tried to see if I could withstand full strength." She continued to trawl through the network. And there wasn't anythi- wait. Wait a minute here. Turns out she did find something. It seems that they were not hacked, surprisingly, but still in a compromising situation. She decided to leave the bug be, and began noting which files were most likely compromised. Luckily, her ass wasn't going to be in too much trouble, since she had no desire to use a compromised system to peek at classified files she could access.

Nevertheless, that meant that she was in the dark on what those files contained, but there was a way to rectify it. "Do we have any way of sending and receiving secure transmissions to the council without utilizing the mainframe?" She turned to the archivist, in time to watch a tentacle slowly wind up one of the girl's leg.

[RavenLord]

Victor thought about Todewind's offer for few seconds. Statistically it was the best chance for saving himself. And Victor was confident that he could get himself inside the town hall, what with being currently the top doctor and surgeon on Patria. Problem was that was as far as he could go. Despite what others may think, Victor knew his own strengths and his limits. Infiltration and espionage weren't among his skillset. Thankfully he didn't need to do it himself.

"Two seats. I will need to bring an acquaintance into this if i am going to succeed. Also would you kindly Email the program to my proxy account."

Outline of a plan had already formed inside the genius doctor's head. But a lot depended on being able to get that extra seat from Todewind as it would be the most valuable thing to anyone on a world that was doomed to death. Surely something she would find valuable enough to accept helping him with a dangerous task like this. But if Todewind refused, things would get lot harder for him.

Victor's fingers pushed danced across the keypad of his phone, as Victor typed out a quick message to Lucy, the nurse who had the desk shift today, asking her the check if he is still in the list of surgeons on duty, and put him in if he is not so. Victor's eyes never left the road as he typed out the message, his attention only on the road and the Todewind.

[Firehead]

Derek watched in horror at the effect his gun had on the second shot which was far more grizzly than the first had been. His hands shook a little as he watched the man cover his face and fall over screaming. He tried to tell himself the man had been out to attack him, but it rang rather hollow considering the death the man would face if he didn't get off the planet. Still, he had to worry about the other two desperate rogues that were still out to get them.

He needed to do something, but he wasn't sure about coming out from behind the barrel he'd been using for cover. Wait...the barrel. Thinking quickly he drew up a lightning rune. He just needed to put a current through the metal to jump into one or both of the thugs. He just needed to make sure the current wasn't strong enough to jump to Marta too or worse all the way to the barrel behind her.

[KnightVanilla]

A new job comes with opportunities... Opportunities she couldn't resist. The chance to become a paladin was irressistable with the possibility of solving the rebellious forces on Venus. However, Elijah never figured that her relocation would be followed by an edict... Of all things that the edict had to say... it would end every chance she had if she didn't succeed within this goal within five days. The increased gravity was by far unexpected but nothing she couldn't handle. As a Paladin to be her abilities were far more focused within her physical capabilities. Knowing that time was of the essence she made her way to grab her things from the foot locker. Making sure to grab her staff, shield, and other such gear. Those that encounter her tend to think less of her for focusing on melee combat, however right no she would prove her worth.

Ignoring the commotion nearby she would walk towards her the commanders office. General Havellock would probably want to mobilize all of his forces as quickly as possible. They had limited time to work with after all, however whoever was involved with the commotion didn't seem smart enough to be utilizing their time effectively. Upon arriving within the office she stands at attention of the general. Speaking up loudly as any soldier was expected to keep themselves at. "Enforcer, Elijah Barns reporting for duty sir! What is needed of me to crush our enemies?" She said speaking up despite the presence of another... if she was gonna work to be a paladin then survival was key.

[Reaver]

"I'll see what I can do out there, General." First taking the rope and fitting it into his backpack before pocketing the phone. Collecting the dog tags would be a good distraction once he was in the woods. Razajin suspected that checking wolf dens would probably provide the greatest returns on his search for them, so he'd do that maybe after he made the sorceress was working towards an Imperial success and on his way back to the base. Finding a someone qualified to be a field medic would be a bit tougher, but he was certain that there had to be a few independent ones still left on the planet that could be swayed to put their tools to work solely in service to the Empire. All in all, the tasks were extremely doable and would go a long way to cementing himself as the more competent between him and Venus, something Razajin felt he would have to prove to not only Mars, but the General also to successfully pull off the usurpation with minimal resistance. The first priority was checking on their lovely witch to ensure that the tunnel was finished on schedule and that it could endure against any increases in gravity.

The motorbike was certainly going to help Razajin get around and his objectives done quicker, another reason to put in a good word to Mars about Havellock, as the man had already proven himself to at least be capable of knowing a good plan when he heard one without being an utter suck-up. Placing his bag on the rear of the bike, the minister began performing basic diagnostics to make sure the bike was in good shape and that no one had put a tracking device or bomb on it, one could never be sure with how ineffective measures have been at curtailing the rebels so far. Unfortunately, Razajin had only managed to get mere moments into his bomb and tracking device check of the motorbike before the grouping of soldiers and the sounds of gunfire became too distracting to continue. It made him sigh before a wide smile appeared as he thought there might be an opportunity to warm up his gun before his real objectives started. "It is my job as a Minister to keep the peace and enforce the will of Bayrios after all." His voice alight with excitement and his shotgun humming softly after a few dial tweaks.

Razajin strode to the entrance of the alleyway, giving a nod to the two guards that were position there before wordlessly tapping a finger against his Minister I.D so they knew he was there to back them up rather than impede. Further in, he could see two people grappling, one about the bash the skull in of one of the grapplers, and another whimpering against the wall. He recognized one of the grapplers as one of the guards that had accompanied Venus, so that added up to a total of three targets. Definitely not a bad way to start his day.

"All combatants that do not represent the Bayrios Imperial Military, have forfeited any rights they might have possessed beforehand." Raising and pointing his shotgun down the alleyway as he delivered his virdict upon the detractors. The hum of his shotgun had gotten noticeable, like the rumbling of a starving man's stomach or in this case one that hadn't killed in too long. "I am Minister Razajin and I will deliver unto you the will of Bayrios, and his will is your deaths. Prepare for the Great Journey." His grin wolfish as brilliant orange light began seeping out of the shell of his shotgun. He could almost feel the magnitude of energy pulsing through his gun, ready to give, ready to take so much.

"Wolf-girl," Now addressing Marta Lou, "you best use that girl as a human shield to have the greatest chance of surviving this." Generously giving her three seconds before finally pulling the trigger and unleashing his shotgun's Scattershot mode to try and execute all three of criminals at the same time. An utterly delicious way to begin the day, judging and executing non-citizens in the same gutters that he had found them. What more could a Minister hope for, besides having the leeway to take his time with them? Watching his hard-light tear the assailants to ribbons or reduce them to bleeding messes of humans wasn't a bad start though and if it helped out some soldiers that would spread the word of his capability then all the more reason.

[Icaelus]

And just as quickly as it had started, it was over. The spider lay in a lifeless, bloody heap on the cave's floor. But the damage had been already done, chiefly in the form of a gaping wound through Aunt Eleanor's midriff.
"Eleanor. How bad is it? I can patch yo-"
Eve had been in the midst of forming a Life Sigil as she jogged towards her wounded aunt. But Aunt Eleanor was more than capable of performing her own treatment, instead scrawling the sigil of Life upon her own body. Her skin as her canvas, her blood as ink. This would be the day that Eve would remember to never, ever underestimate a practitioner of the art of Sigils. Especially one as powerful as her aunt..
In the next few seconds after Eleanor had finished the Sigil, the massive wound had closed itself, the skin knitting itself back together in a pair of jagged scars. A pair that would have quite the story behind them, if Eleanor ever chose to tell that particular tale.
"I didn't think that was possible.."
Evelynn sighed in relief, finally managing to shake off some of the awe of witnessing such a medical miracle performed just moments before. She smiled grimly at Anna's little wave, nodding to acknowledge her cousin's gesture. Right now, she was a massive bundle of nerves. Watching Eleanor suffer such a grievous wound had really kicked her into overdrive, her mind frantically suggesting and discarding plans and options of how they were going to kill the spider, then save their aunt.
It had all come to frankly what was quite an anti-climatic end...but hey, all for the better, right? Eve was a woman of many talents...but Sigils were one field she had yet to strive in.
"Says Ms. Deadeye. That shotgun's doing some real work!"
She forced a laugh, a false cheery facade replacing that intense worry that had just plagued her expression. She couldn't think too much about what had happened, what COULD'VE happened. Good lord, working with others and caring about their well-being was a good deal more...difficult than she had originally thought.

As per Anna's suggestion, Eve moved up closer. Sticking together to ensure their line of fire didn't collide was important, Anna had that right down..
Her ears pricked up at the skittering of legs scratching upon stone, spinning to the source of the sound and raising her SMG in one fluid motion. The next damn spider was already upon them..and it was going for Eleanor, again?!
Eve's eyes widened in momentary shock as the spider lunged, her body reacting on pure instinct, backpedaling out of the spider's path with a quick jump backwards. Holy shit, these things were fucking quick!

Her boots ground harsh lines into the dirt floor as Eve strained to catch her footing, to recover enough posture to squeeze off another salvo of super-heated light at the newcomer. Adopting her favored shooter's stance as she swung her SMG to the ready, she was relieved to see that like them, Eleanor had handily avoided the spider's piercing lunge. She would probably be fine if she could still move like that, wouldn't she?
Off to her side, the Shopkeeper bellowed once again, momentarily chasing away the darkness of the cave with burning amber. These spiders were quickly learning a lesson too late that close encounters with a trigger-happy girl with a shotgun was a terrible, terrible mistake..
Evelynn's lips quirked at the thought, taking a second to properly line up her shot. Her finger clenched the trigger, loosing another blazing round of super-heated cerulean towards the doomed spider.

[Soref12]

Gaia sighed, "Makes sense that we'd get less time than we thought, nice things aren't offered to people like us after all. But we can still do this, it can't take that long to get to the Edict can-" The elf woman felt the air expelled from her lungs as the bike came to an abrupt stop, her body pressing tightly against Josce for the briefest of moments before their momentum canceled out. She took a moment to pull herself out of the jarring experience before looking at the gate guards, wondering what the hold up was. Josceline seemed to be a bit more fierce in her attempts to find out what was going on though, and despite being interrupted, got the answer both of them were looking for.

It was at this point that Gaia decided to take a bit of a closer look at the guards, trying to judge how best to dispatch them. She wasn't really built for direct combat, and was likely to miss any shots she made despite the potential surprise. Sex would take too long, and she didn't like the idea of whoring herself out to the enemy. That really only left one option if they wanted to take their weapons with them, so with a quick glance at Josceline's current armaments, Gaia slid her hand behind her driver's back. She smiled warmly as her hand began to draw out an illusion sigil, intent on hiding their armaments more completely as she whispered in Josce's ear, "We'll fight if we have to, but I'm casting an illusion on our weapons now, just play it cool and we might be able to get past..."

[Fantasy Fanatic]

Despite her injuries, Marta believes she made the right choice to believe in her fellow soldiers.Having let go on accident due to the hit she took, she still noticed how her attacker was once again distracted due to severe injury. Marta takes the opportunity to once again try and grapple the woman before she has a chance to recover.