[center][h3]In Security[/h3]
Heismay Noctule, Geralt of Rivia, & [color=gold]Roxas[/color]
[b]Word count:[/b] 5412 (+6)[/center]

Since he first set foot inside the Orca Space Complex, Heismay had been ill at ease. The sight of Spire 04 in all its technological glory had unnerved him since he first caught sight of it from the road to that snowy, green-roofed village, but actually being inside the belly of the beast was a whole nother story. The vast, open area inside this structure felt paradoxically crushing, as if the eugief were nothing more than an ant, powerless and minuscule. Certainly the Regalith Grand Cathedral, which stood three times as tall as the towering Grand Trad walls, had its fair share of massive interior spaces, but at least the materials and stylings of a Sanctist church were more or less familiar to him. He never practiced Euchronia’s faith himself, cleaving instead to the much more passive and subdued traditions of his tribe, but as a former Shadowguard dealing with the Sanctists had been inevitable. Even the interior of Louis Guiabern’s colossal gauntlet runner felt more comfortable, since it purposefully resembled a castle on the inside. This place, though, was completely alien to him in aesthetic and composition, its many metal grates, meshes, walls, and railings reminiscent of cages, while the yellow and black stripes were alarming. This would take some getting used to.

With his senses of space and direction confounded by the unfamiliar layout and acoustics of this place, Heismay relied on the others in order to quickly retrace his steps toward the team’s entry point, where the security office could be found. If it was on the second floor, that put it level with the locked-down hypertube entrance, albeit on the other side of the hangar. He kept his eyes out for Naytibas, especially wary now that elite units with reinforced armor and rocket launchers had made their presence known. Together he, Geralt, and Roxas could probably take on any that attacked them, but they agreed to keep a low profile for now, just as Adam suggested. There could be any number of reinforcements waiting in the wings, after all, and the sooner everyone got out of here the better. Heismay’s team wouldn’t be finishing in last place if he could help it.

The hermit also kept glancing at Adam’s drone, floating just out of arm’s reach from Geralt. It was hard not to see the thing as a miniature monster, of a kind with the amalgam Naytibas. Luckily Edward had already desensitized him to the idea of men puppeting metal husks from afar–somewhat. Plus, he would ostensibly be the trio’s ticket into the security office, though Heismay had no idea how that would work. 

As the trip set off, Geralt took note of the drone hovering over his shoulder. It reminded him of the Abyssal fleet, but he shoved aside that discomfort. Knowing that it was controlled by somebody friendly to their aims was enough to manage. He kept to the idea of stealth, not wanting to delay the team's progress by being the last group to release their lock. To that end, he was currently in the Ardor Blossom Identity, his wings wrapped carefully around his body. The other Identities, as well as his natural one, carried too much heavy gear of one sort or another, risking detection. 

Roxas was similarly put off by the environment of the Space Complex as Hesimay was. But for the Nobody, it wasn’t because this place was alien to him. It was because it reminded him of things in his past. If not for the sections painted yellow and black, the Complex’s architecture would be strikingly similar to certain sections of the Castle That Never Was. The main difference with the Castle in question was its brighter and more spartan decor. Roxas was… not a fan of having some of those past memories stirred up. But he grit his teeth and dealt with it.

With Adam’s drone to show them the fastest route, the three reached the security office quickly. One-way windows flanked the sturdy-looking alloy door on either side, its sophisticated key reader the only point of access. With his ears tucked into his parka’s hood Heismay was short enough to be able to walk in front of the windows without worry, but the others would need to get low, including the drone. “Alright, just a moment,” Adam murmured, his voice suppressed. His drone projected some sort of signal beam into the access box, and after only a couple seconds a click revealed that the electronic lock had disengaged. “We’re in.”

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As it turned out, though, the Seekers hadn’t quite reached the office itself. Instead they’d reached a tall, rectangular room at least five stories in height, and in the middle sat the cube-shaped office itself with walls of bulletproof glass. Inside lay the desks, computers, and stacked monitors one might expect, manned by a [url=https://i.imgur.com/6gah7K7.png]bulky, high-tech overseer[/url] in silver, vermillion, and black. This office featured a single exit at the rear, locked from the inside, so to get the drop on Vauban the intruders would need to get to the very top of this chamber and descend through [url=https://i.imgur.com/Ou4Hgdu.png]four stories of mobile laser grids[/url], all without getting the warframe’s attention.

“...I’ll leave this one to you,” Adam muttered, his drone directed to stay out of sight by the front door.

Geralt looked over the security room with a flat look on his face, having returned to his natural Identity after Ardor Blossom's 30-second limit ran out along the way. What a nuisance that was, though he didn't often spend long transformed anyway. The server racks and various technological components around them were totally foreign to Geralt, even as used to being out of place as he'd become in the World of Light. Casting his gaze about the room, Geralt began slowly crossing to put a physical barrier between himself and Vauban. All it would take was the warframe turning around to ruin their element of surprise. He gestured for the others to do the same, then tried to get a feel for the room's architecture, and where they might be able to make some progress. 

As he crept over, Heismay’s short stature gave him a good perspective for looking up through the vertical labyrinth of green lasers. Of course, he didn’t know what lasers were, but anything that glowed a bright green like that couldn’t be healthy. Still, there were some pretty sizable gaps in the grid, as far as a eugief was concerned. “Tricky,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “But doable, perhaps…”

He peered into the office. Having no experience with technology like this, he couldn’t make heads or tails of what Vauban was doing, but the warframe wasn’t actually monitoring security feeds. On the contrary, he was intensely focused on a screen full of graphs and numbers, surrounded by several tickers with inscrutable letter combinations and green or red percentages that constantly scrolled by in a never-ending financial parade. Vauban himself tapped away at a keyboard, quickly calculating, scheduling, and transacting, the hypertube control terminal nearby completely ignored.

Roxas crept forward behind Heismay, his attention kept primarily on the laser grid above them. He obviously didn’t say anything, not wanting to risk being heard. But he was clearly thinking about something. A while back, in Carnival Town, one of the mini games the Seekers played involved filming themselves getting scared by monsters in various locations. And he recalled a similar laser grid in the place his particular team had gone into. And Roxas also recalled that he was able to use his virtual cubes to reflect the lasers and alter the grid to provide a space to slip through. Now he wondered if the same trick would work here if he had to try it. The only thing giving him pause was that the Nobody didn’t know if these green lasers were tied to an alarm system. If they were, then his virtual cubes, even if they reflected them, could very well still set off the alarm bells.

Geralt began stalking the edges of the room to find a ladder or means of reaching the higher levels of the room, aside from jumping to the ledges he could see above them. Too much risk of making noise and getting them caught. 

Unfortunately, there was no easy way up. The perimeter walls were by no means sheer, but someone of Geralt’s size and weight would have a hard time turning those little notches, openings, and ledges into handholds and footholds, much less do so without alerting the steely sentinel. Roxas could probably do it thanks to his flowmotion, though, and Heismay thought the ascent possible for him as well. His talons were perfect for latching onto the tiniest irregularities, and even if faced with sheer surfaces, he could always walljump between opposing ones. With more than one operative involved, though, the chance of success went down rather than up. He wasn’t sure which one of them would be better suited to this environment, though. “Only one of us should go,” he whispered, looking between the other two. “I am the smallest and lightest, but my lack of familiarity leaves me anxious.”

At that moment Adam’s drone discreetly peered into the room, trying to gauge their progress. Heismay noticed, but he thought nothing of it; in fact, it did not at all occur to him that the tiny, airborne drone might be better suited for the task than any Seeker.

[color=gold]”I can do it.”[/color] Roxas offered with a whisper and nod. It didn’t take him long to find an opening and sprang into making the climb. Well, for himself it was less climbing more like launching himself between various footholds. At one point he even ran up a sheer length of smooth wall in order to reach a foothold that further up to launch himself from. What Roxas didn’t notice was that Adam’s drone had been following him up, presumably to prevent him from being completely on his own up here.

Reaching the top wasn’t that hard for the Keyblade Wielder. Descending back down was the somewhat tricky part. Now Roxas had to watch the laser grids’ movements and aim his descent away from them. This was certainly doable with flowmotion, but not something he could just do on autopilot either. By now he also noticed that Adam’s drone was following him, and thus needed to make sure his route downward took this into account. Roxas paused when he made it to the floor directly above Vauban. He wasn’t exactly practiced at the whole concept of sneak attacks. For that, Heismay would have been the better candidate.

This all meant that Roxas had to be careful about what his opening attack needed to be. It had to be something quick to still catch the Warframe off guard, but also hard hitting enough to capitalize off of the element of surprise. He had one idea in mind and quietly let Shocker out of its Poke Ball, keeping the Rotom quiet by holding his finger to his lips. Roxas pointed down toward Vauban and gestured for Shocker to follow his lead. Then the Nobody dropped down.

The eye of Adam’s drone went wide. “Wait, what?”

[color=gold]”Confuse Ray!”[/color] Roxas sharply commanded mid-fall. Then he instantly became a streak of light that homed in on Vauban before unleashing his Cross Slash on the hopefully-confused Warframe.

Focused entirely on transacting the various prime parts in his inventory for precious platinum via the [url=https://i.imgur.com/T9bTNTG.png]galactic trade terminal[/url], Vauban was taken completely off guard when the Confuse Ray disoriented his neuroptics. Only able to process that he was under some kind of attack, he yanked the [url=https://i.imgur.com/0HUd12E.png]Ohma electric tonfas[/url] from his back as he whipped around, assuming a defensive stance. The Cross Slash connected with his block, but when Vauban went for a retaliatory strike, he missed the mark, overswung, and landed flat on his back on the floor.

He rose with an agile roll, however, and began to deploy orbs as fast as he could construct and throw them, trusting in his personal shield to keep him alive in the meantime. First he tossed out four Tesla Nervos, each a roller drone that would attach itself to the first viable target in order to inflict continuous electrocution. Then, out came the Tether Coil and Flechette Orb mines to bind and puncture, with an Overdriver to boost his own damage for good measure. In mere moments, the office was jam-packed with technology, alive with electricity and riddled with piercing flechettes.

Outside, Heismay did more than wince; he looked aghast. “Damn it all.” He assumed that Roxas would attempt to access the hypertube control terminal while the warframe was occupied, then escape with Vauban none the wiser. Instead he’d decided to bet everything on a quick takedown, but Roxas was no assassin. There was no point in stealth anymore, yet he couldn’t just throw himself into that blender. As alarms began to blare, he became his Assassin archetype and began to smash on the glass, hoping to give Roxas a means of egress.

Roxas, for his own part in this blunder, couldn’t do much on the outset. As soon as the weapons and tools came out in droves he had to think fast to recall Shocker back to its Poke Ball so the Rotom could avoid getting seriously hurt. But other than that it was a cavalcade of punctures and electric shocks that basically kept the Nobody pinned down in such tight quarters. But he did manage one thing. He managed to point his Keyblade toward the office door which resulted in a thin beam of line shooting from the tip and forcing the door to unlock and open, allowing entrance from the outside. And an egress for himself, assuming Roxas could stay in one piece long enough to use it.

Once the Warframe was alerted, Geralt sprung into action, having assumed that was the plan. He ran around to the entrance and burst in, sending Tirn and Monsoon out to take as much attention from Vauban as possible, the former with a Metal Sound and the latter with his sais. Geralt, meanwhile, had assumed the LCCB Assistant Manager Identity, and was firing pistol shots at the Tesla Nervos rolling around the room.

Of course, the moment the door opened, Geralt’s body would be riddled by electric shocks, wires, and flechettes, though not as much as Roxas. The two Nervos not attached to Roxas yet rolled toward him, and while he managed to shoot one, the apple-sized machines were small enough that the other managed to leap toward and latch onto his armor like a bur. Heismay, having given up on the highly durable glass, slid to a stop beside the door the next moment, more than a little overwhelmed by all the visual chaos.

With only fifteen seconds left on his mines and so much more energy he could spend, Vauban decided to go for the nuclear option. He deployed the projector for his ultimate, Bastille, which erected a cylindrical containment field that expanded to fully encircle the inner office. When it touched the Seekers, including Heismay, the energy mesh suspended them in the air and began to weaken their defense.

Vauban switched out his tonfas for his [url=https://i.imgur.com/1RfBOoz.png]Ferrox[/url] speargun, but before he could take aim at the sitting ducks, the trade terminal behind him began to flash. The warframe spun around, panicked, to try and finish the transaction, only for the other party to decline it out of impatience. Immediately the terminal spat out five mismatched weapon parts, including a large gun barrel, two receivers, the upper half of a bow, and the hilt of a polearm, which all smacked Vauban and clattered to the floor in a disorganized racket.

“Oh, jeez,” Adam’s drone sighed. “Hold on, I’ll try and hack that matrix.” It descended into the room to try and remotely access the Bastille projector, but it would take a few seconds to breach the device’s defenses.

Getting caught up in what he could only guess was the Warframe’s strongest attack, Roxas was left with precious few options as he was held aloft in midair. [color=gold]”H-Hurry, Adam!”[/color] Roxas stammered out through gritted teeth and the pain of the electrocution he’d been suffering so far. His initial instinct was to cast Curaga, but what good would that do? It wouldn’t stop future damage and only leave him helpless [i]and[/i] without MP. And that was when he decided he had but one option left. And so, like Vauban before him, Roxas also decided to use his own nuclear option. But he had to wait and give Adam a chance to get the drone out of the way first.

But once it was? [color=gold]”Grr, you can’t stop me!”[/color] Roxas shouted through pain-gritted teeth as he called upon his Limit Break, [url=https://www.khwiki.com/Magic_Hour][i]Magic Hour[/i][/url]. Pillars of pure light struck all around him in the room. Even if Vauban was fast enough to dodge one or two of them, even he couldn’t keep up the dodge roll timing forever. [color=gold]”Give me strength!”[/color] Roxas suddenly shouted, pouring even more of his light into the Limit Break, suddenly increasing the size and striking speed of the pillars of light he was calling down.

The beginning of Magic Hour caught Vauban right as he was trying to collect his prime parts. Its first pillar blasted the warframe off his feet and knocked him down. When more radiant columns sprang up and descended, quickly punching through his shield, he decided to get the heck out of dodge. As his shield failed and gave him a brief window of invincibility, Vauban launched himself out of the room and out of range, leaving the Limit Break, his prime parts, and his Bastille behind. Heismay winced, bracing himself for impact, but fortunately his position at the very edge of the containment field prevented friendly fire from Magic Hour. What it did do, though, was destroy the Tesla Nervos and scatter Vauban’s turret spheres, rendering them all but harmless until they broke down a few seconds later.

By then, Adam had finally worked his magic. “There!” He remotely triggered the Bastille’s secondary function, which he assumed must be deactivation. Instead, the Bastille projector collapsed into a vortex. While the three Seekers dropped out of the air, they would find themselves being pulled toward the singularity, along with the gadget wreckage, prime junk, and Adam’s drone. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” his garbled voice rang out from the drone as it gyrated in a cacophony of impacts.

Vauban, meanwhile, seemed immune to the pull. Now outside the room, he readied his Ferrox speargun aiming it at the Seekers like a wizard’s staff as they scrambled to escape the vortex’s pull. Heismay, holding onto the edge of the doorframe for dear life, was practically helpless. “What fresh hell is this!?” he yelled.

Geralt, having been through a gauntlet of dazes and hits, only barely managed to get Tirn back in his Poke ball before the vortex formed, and he was forced to grab onto the other edge of the doorframe, opposite Heismay. His superior strength, however, allowed him to free one hand and throw a grapeshot bomb at Vauban to try and force the Warframe to abandon its attack.

Such was Geralt’s strength that he managed to overcome the vortex’s pull and send his grapeshot bomb hurtling forward. Through the chaos, it appeared on Vauban’s hub as a flashing red mark, and the warframe braced himself for impact. Even as it flew, though, the bomb lost momentum, until it came to a split-second stop just inches from its target and began to fly backward. Vauban raised his Ferrox to take aim, only for the bomb to then go off, still close enough to blast the warframe against the wall behind him. He slumped into a sitting position, his chassis riddled with grapeshot, and at the same time the vortex imploded. Both parties hit the floor at the same time, their situation equalized.

Heismay, being the least injured, regained his feet in an instant. “At last!” He leaped forward, his longsaber raised overhead. “Take this!” [i]CLANG![/i] His blade met the shaft of the Ferrox, brought up at the last second to block. With a snort, Heismay leaped backward. In midair he changed form, becoming his Assassin archetype. “I have my methods!” As he couched his blade, Vauban used even more of his limited energy to produce four Tesla Nervos, but the brief extra moment that took gave Heismay enough time. “Come, shadow!” He unleashed his Dark Sword, and for the first time since joining the Seekers it actually inflicted Forget. The inactive Nervos fell from Vauban’s hand as he stared, momentarily oblivious.

Roxas, overall, was much less fortunate than his allies. He’d already taken a great deal of punishment from the Tesla Nervos since the initial outset. And now, even though he was finally relieved of the constant electrocution, the Nobody had been thoroughly winded. Both by the vortex implosion and by the use of his Limit Break. And because of his use of said Limit Break, Roxas was without MP to cast a healing spell as well. And unfortunately, he wasn’t thinking straight enough to remember that he was carrying a handful of Mana Potions that could restore his MP to him. Instead, the Keyblade Wielder struggled to get off the floor, groaning from the severe electric damage and struggling to get his breath back.

Geralt took advantage of Heismay's initiative to down a dose of Swallow, giving him a large immediate boost to his health, as well as his natural regeneration. Once his potion bottle was capped, he took another moment to cast First Aid on Roxas, before finally entering the fray again. This time, he was wielding Tartaglia's hydro twinblade, and as Vauban recovered from the daze of forgetfulness, he would find a spearlike polearm coming directly for his head.

The warframe recovered just in time to duck to the side, turning a potentially lethal stab into a grazing blow that left a cleft in one side of his helmet. He launched himself away in a roll, transitioned into a slide, and launched himself across the room with a bullet jump. Back in his normal form, Heismay gave chase. “You’ll not get away!” After standing Vauban briefly held a hand to his headwound, then extended his speargun with the other. The weapon charged up for three quarters of a second, then unleashed a bright blue beam. Heismay swerved in time to throw off Vauban’s aim and avoid the beam, which exploded against the far wall not too far away from Geralt. By then the eugief was too close to keep shooting, so Vauban instead lifted and threw his Ferrox like a javelin. It sailed over Heismay’s head and stuck to the ground behind him, where it began to emit a strong magnetic field. 

For the second time, Heismay felt himself being pulled backward, thanks mostly to his red metal greaves. It wasn’t as strong as the vortex had been, but it stalled him long enough for Vauban to pull out his Ohma tonfas, energize them, and step forward to press the attack. Barely able to keep his footing and hold his longsaber steady, Heismay tried to mitigate the storm of electric blows.

Geralt, unfortunately, was far too laden with metal to do anything but fight the magnetic pull of the Ferrox, though he did use that time to summon the Judicator, the massive monstrosity providing a sightline blocker against Vauban, and it began launching spectral flames at the Warframe to try and distract it.

Having recovered by a good bit thanks to Geralt’s First Aid spell, Roxas was back on his feet again. He wasn’t at a hundred percent, but at least he wasn’t in critical condition anymore. When he saw the Ferrox get thrown, Roxas braced himself for what he assumed might be more incoming electrocution only to be caught by magnetism instead. But he found he had an easier time fighting against the magnetic pull than some of his allies since his only real metallic equipment were his gauntlets. Well, those and his Keyblades which he simply dispelled to keep them from pulling him toward the magnetic center. But then, out of nowhere, Roxas simply vanished into thin air.

The next moment, the Nobody had reappeared directly behind Vauban, tagging him with a slice of his ignited StepSword energy blade. He’d used its properties to teleport directly to the Warframe so that he wouldn’t have to physically fight against the magnetic pull. And now that he was here, Roxas clinged to Vaubaun’s form to try and keep from being pulled away. He also summoned Poltergeist to use The Sun Is Not Nice to render Roxas invisible under Stealth in addition to a slew of other stat buffs including Taunt, Defense Up, and Healing Up.

Just a few seconds after Roxas grabbed onto Vauban and made him stumble, all the harder to remove thanks to the various buffs, the magnetic field from the speargun subsided. Heismay, having been fighting against it with all his strength, immediately hurtled toward his target. “Ha-AH!” In a stellar feat of lightning-fast swordsmanship, the eugief knocked aside one tonfa, then the other, creating just enough of an opening to land a flying dropkick. Vauban stumbled backward, much too top-heavy thanks to the extra burden, and fell over backward with Roxas pinned beneath his heavy chassis.

Geralt was next to arrive, stooping down and grabbing Vauban. He pulled the Warframe off of Roxas before plunging the Molar Boatworks Fixer’s harpoon directly into his helmet, though without the explosive burst of a fully-charged strike, it was unable to shatter the mask. Instead, Geralt followed it up with a harpoon-tipped punch to the gut and a stomp to the inside of Vauban’s knee. He spun around the Warframe as it fell, the pneumatic weapon attached to his arm charging, and finally unleashed the charged blast into the enemy’s spine.

Though somehow the warframe held on after the vicious thrust to the helmet, Vauban couldn’t withstand the pile bunker’s brutal backstab. His chassis went limp as it crumpled to the ground, as crooked and lifeless as a puppet with its strings cut. Though he winced at the savage blow, Heismay watched with bated breath, not daring to speak in case the Seekers’ opponent had any more nasty surprises up his sleeve. After a few tense moments, though, the gadgeteer’s body finally began to dissolve, signalling the end of the brief but furious fight. Heismay let out a long sigh of relief, wiping his brow. Even if he came out of the encounter less worse for wear than the others, Vauban had been a dangerous foe. If any of the four of them hadn’t been here, the warframe’s crowd control might’ve been enough to end the rest of them then and there. “Tis finished,” he said. “Let us hope it was one of a kind.”

He looked over as Adam’s drone flew over, rather beaten up thanks to Vauban’s Bastille but still functional for now. “Oh, you guys took it down? Knew you could do it.” The drone did a celebratory spin in the air. “I took the liberty of accessing the hypertube terminal as well. Had to solve a little puzzle, nothing serious. Lockdown should be lifted now.”

With that out of the way, the only matter left before the Seekers returned to the stagecoach was Vauban’s stuff. Apparently the warframe had been looting the place, since he had not just weapons, but a surprising amount of credits and resources on him, in addition to the random gun parts. As he sifted through the half-dissolved husk for the spirit, Heismay found something else, a palm-sized cylindrical device about one inch thick. “Hm? What’s this?”

The drone’s optics locked onto it and identified it in seconds. “Oh…that’s a Legacy. A communication device left behind by an Airborne Squad member, like Eve.” Adam oriented the drone toward Heismay. “Wanna see what’s on it?”

A little fiddling activated the device, which projected a holograph of a [url=https://i.imgur.com/knUStd6.png]black-haired woman[/url] in a futuristic nanosuit. 

“Day 8 after the 2nd dive, 3rd record. Legacy account Raven. Remaining survivors: Ripley and Aniss. Aniss is in a bad condition. Death is very likely at this rate. We discovered a laboratory 4.47 kilometers from the drop-off point. It seems to be a facility that studied Naytibas, but it’s hard to obtain accurate information due to severe contamination. However, I discovered an astonishing fact while searching through the data. Before the war we call the Final War, there was another war. It was a war fought between humanity, and the androids humanity had themselves created, the so-called Andro-Eidos. Humans lost the war…against their own creations. The few humans who did survive hid in underground facilities, but the hunt was far from over. However, an unexpected turned the tide of the war. With mankind on the verge of extinction, Naytibas, powerful creatures of an unknown origin, appeared out of nowhere. The war with the Naytibas brought about the destruction of the androids. And so, during this time mankind was able to make its escape to the colony. From now on I plan to investigate the origin of the Naytibas. Hopefully, at the origin point, I may find the Alpha Naytiba. To anyone who may be watching, may Mother Sphere’s blessings be with you.”

Heismay blinked as the hologram faded away. “I…hmm.” After a moment he looked at the others and shrugged. “If it’s some form of record from a world before Galeem, I doubt it’s much use to us.”

“Hmm…” Adam’s drone stared for a moment. “You’re probably right.”

Geralt began collecting some of the larger items that Vauban had on him, though he spared a few moments to think on the sad fate of the humans from the world that Adam and Eve seemed to be from. “So, they created mechanical servants which tried to destroy them? Sounds like they should’ve taken a lesson from Tora’s book.” The innocent Nopon was perverted, sure, but he hadn’t a mean bone in his body. If those humans were any like the ones from his own world…he supposed it was only a matter of time before he found a world where humans were the ones hunted for what they were. “So, who thinks they want that Spirit? I was considering it, though adding more to my arsenal might just be diluting it too heavily.”

Narrowing his eyes, Heismay scratched his chin with his talons. “Hmm. The anatomical consequences of humanoid fusion make me leery…but perhaps I could make use of its skills, especially if we’ve more tech-heavy areas ahead.” Too small to use the Ferrox or Ohma, he laid claim to Vauban’s spirit, then carefully pressed it against his head in a spray of prismatic light against the cool grays and blues of the security office.

[center][hider=For Heismay]Notable spirit consumed:
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/6gah7K7.png]Vauban[/url][/b]
The host’s fur has become a more silvery white instead of cream-colored. Most of his outfit, including both clothing and armor, are now a brick red with black and silver highlights. His scarf is black, and there is a bigger splash of black on the top of his head with a pattern like Vauban’s helmet. This spirit grants the Skill [b]Warframe Agility[/b], allowing him to execute a fast, headfirst long jump in any direction after sliding. He can also hop up and along sheer walls, one small jump at a time. This spirit also confers the Weakness [b]Limited Arsenal[/b], preventing him from being able to carry more than one primary, secondary, or melee weapon at a time[/hider][/center]

Once everyone collected their spoils, they quickly retraced their steps, hastened onward by the sounds of intense combat from the direction of the stagecoach.