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

[quote]"Decoy 2 will consist of Finbarr, Laurey, and Millard. Fin I need you to age yourself up to blend in with us older looking people. And Laurey you will be acting as an engineer to make sure the Realist is intact. So brush up on your knowledge of AI."[/quote]

[color=c4df9b]"Older me, coming right up..."[/color] Finbarr stood some distance away from the others, chanting his Shapeshifting magic in rather accented phrases in Gaelic. It didn't take him long, but the boy was soon covered in a magic purple mist for half a second before appearing as an older version of himself; if one were to make an estimate, he looked at least 30 years of age in that form. Finbarr had grown taller, though he did look a little scrawnier than his shorter form... perhaps because he can't increase his mass, or something. Either way, his pistol was holstered, and the pair of blasma blades were ready to pulled out of his belt should the opportunity or the need for battle presented itself. 

[color=c4df9b]"I am going with the Good Doctor and the Lady of Machines."[/color], Finbarr said absentmindedly while pouring himself a drink before the mission. [color=c4df9b]"Ah, no, that's not it, right, we're completely different people now."[/color] He then looked down at his fake ID; a certain Leo Mills; melee specialist for the squad led by whoever was the guy that the doctor was supposed to be. Hmmm... this will be fun.

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

[quote]"Myself, Trajan, and Avelyn will be Decoy 1. Our job, with Decoy 2, will be acting as support to those we find inside as we will be acting as a group who is meant to collect the Realist."[/quote]

[color=bc8dbf]"Gotcha, amigo."[/color], Trajan nodded as Tarak gave them their roles to play in the ensuing battle... mission, whatever. Either way, he had been sober for the last two days, perhaps in part with the fact that he had a very good revelation when he had found Tarak, that little runt turned big man, once again. And now that they were back together, Trajan is going to do his best; better than he ever did when he was still serving under the bloodied banner of the Ascendancy...

[color=bc8dbf]"Melchor Dreyfus... supposedly an excellent marksman with a lot of dead aliens in his list... very clever."[/color] Trajan stuffed several magazines of ammunition unto his belt, ready to be swapped out with the one on his rifle once it ran dry. His heated chainsword, a terrifying and hellish instrument of death, was kept sheathed behind his back, while he wore a rather monochromatic set of armor, which was hidden beneath a cloak that exuded 'I am an assassin' vibes like nuclear radiation. [color=bc8dbf]"Alright. Let's get to it. Can't wait for the celebration afterwards!"[/color]