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

Finbarr had been sleeping well during the transit from the Galactic Bazaar to Maiden's Reach. He rarely came out of the room, going outside mostly to eat and maybe socialize a bit. He wanted to conserve his energy as much as he could for the upcoming fights in the weeks and months ahead; tearing open holes in time and space were one of the most taxing things anyone could do, as that is essentially replicating what a hyperdrive does, but in a smaller scale. He sometimes wondered he got these kinds of abilities from the Kaisoken dust during the experiments; he had always been good at pretending he was someone else, being another character entirely. Finbarr had a good shot at the theater club back then; the directors and screenwriters adored him, and were quite ready to recommend him to the big studios. And then... it happened, and those dreams of being seen on the screen were gone. Now he's a portal chucking, shapeshifting, laser blasting mage that was accompanying his friends in a mission of vengeance. He had always been a kind soul, but now, he is going to help make a brave new universe. Blood would be shed, if it must.

It was a new day, and they had just reached Maiden's Reach. Unfortunately enough, there was a whole battle in there. Ashton proposed that he he in a strike team against the flagship of the rogue fleet, which Finbarr nodded at in agreement. [color=c4df9b]"The thing has windows, so I can get us in there, ni problem. The helmsman will just have to make sure that we're near enough, or else I won't be able to reach."[/color]

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

A day had passed since they had left the Galactic Bazaar. Through some twist of fate, Trajan had met Tarak again, after so many years. All this time, he had drinking his frustrations and fears away, and now... well, someone from his past had seemingly come back to life. He still couldn't believe it, even if he had held Tarak in his arms after a decade and a half. Who would have thought that the kid that he used to watch in the orphanage was now a big man with muscles large enough to crack someone's skull, anyway?

After their meeting, Trajan had gotten over his hangover, wearing off by the next morning. While a little incoherent, he was still one of the best shots in the ship, and once Natasha had ordered them to man the guns, he rushed towards his station, taking his place at his favorite turret. Now, they wait...