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[h2][b][u][color=c4df9b]Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]

As Natasha explained their mission at hand, Finbarr stood at attention, carefully taking in the information that they were being given privy to. Apparently, a prison ship crashed upon an agri world... somewhere, and it was rather unlikely that anyone survived planetfall. Finbarr would have snorted at the prospect of going to a ship with nothing but corpses inside it, as he thought that something like that was completely wierd and pointless.

That is, until Natasha told them that were was an artificial intelligence in the wreckage, a digital mind that would have no doubt survived the crash, unlike its fleshbag counterparts, who would have had no luck. 

And there was the route for them to discuss.

[color=8dc73f]"I guess that the shorter route will save us time, which is what we need in this situation."[/color], Finbarr said right after Nero, though he nudged the other kid at the side, as he seemed to be [i]too[/i] enthusiastic about killing. Ending life is not something Finbarr really liked. After all, he was very sweet.

Speaking of sweet...

[color=c4df9b]"Bloody hell, lemon bars?"[/color], Finbarr drooled as the limbed Kaisoken crewmate presented the sweets to them. It was odd, that a Kaisoken that was literally called Kinslayer was a happy baker too.

Taking a bite, there would be a moment of satisfaction before Finbarr began turned to a white smoke... leaving only a cat in his place. And he was perched on Tarak's shoulder.

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[h2][b][u][color=bc8dbf]Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]

More...

Trajan leaned back at his reclining chair, bottle at hand. His mind was on fire at the moment; there was this twisting kaleidoscope of a thousand colors, flying around his imagination like a unicorn on a psychedelic field trip. And then... there was a field of flowers, mostly crysanthemums, where a lady was waiting for him, it seemed.

Excited, Trajan stood up and began to run into her waiting arms. He seemed so happy, so filled with joy, that one would not think that he was-

[i]smack[/i]

Pain filled his head as he looked back at the cold, metal wall. Trajan sighed, as he had been kicked back into the sad realm of reality. He was a sniper, formerly one that shot things in accordance to the commands of the Ascendancy, and now, part of the resistance that aimed to throw the whole regime down to the ground. 

What was that? Ah, right. They had guests today; guests that would stay on for a long period of time. They were children and teenagers, the same magical warriors whose existence had spurred Trajan to quit from the Ascendancy army. 

And they want revenge.

Lazily getting up from the floor, Trajan took hold of his bottle and walked towards where the voices had converged. Natasha and Abaddon seemed to be there, along with their newfound allies. It didn't take him long to arrive, though when he did come, Trajan slumped against a wall, still taking sips from the bottle that he was holding. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, hey guys."[/color], he said to everyone with a noticeable slur, not seeming to notice that one of the kids turned to a cat. [color=bc8dbf]"Howsssssss it going...?"[/color]