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Nihil gave no reaction to Claudia, the newcomer who she had not counted among their initial escape group but recognized from her dossier. She payed no heed to her odd glare, instead Nihil stared pensively at Riley as she danced around trying to thank her. Nihil glared at the short-haired girl for several seconds before getting up from her seat, walking towards Riley. For a moment it appeared Nihil was merely walking past her, but she stopped, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, facing the opposite direction as her. Nihil raised her hand, placing it on Riley's shoulder with a firm grip, moving her head towards Riley's own until her mouth was up to her ear.

Nihil whispered to her slowly, "What exactly is it you want from me, Riley Pielwood? Do you want to be friends? That would be a very... 'Human' instinct. Allow me to spell this out to you: I am not a Human, nor am I like you in any way. I may at one time have been, but that has changed for me. I'll let you in on a little secret, since you seem so interested: I do not feel emotion like you do. Well, that's not exactly entirely accurate, I do feel one thing: Contempt. I feel contempt for all of those around me and for everything in this world. So, do you see now, that talking to me is a pointless endeavor? I do not need your friendship, nor your gratitude, I gain nothing from either, so it would be best for both of us if you give up on this farce." Her voice remained flat and passive the entire time. Nihil hoped the markedly over-the-top display would be sufficient to scare Riley off. She released the girl, and strode to the exit of the room. She had lost her appetite.

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Just so people know I made a small edit to a post a couple of turns ago.

She headed back into the warehouse and lay the boxes onto her bunk, but first picked up the tablet provided by Mister Sinister. She glanced over the dossiers of her allies, memorizing the information- not our of personal interest, of course, but because the information may prove useful. She then looked over the information for her 'kill switch'. It appeared that the nanites inside her would create a high-pitched 'whine' inside of her eardrum, which would undoubtedly quickly burst both of them. If the blood loss did not kill her they would then attack her nasal cavity, releasing concentrated capsaicin inside of them, something which would already prove to be incredibly unpleasent against a normal person. For her it would likely be incredibly more unpleasent, and fatal. This proved that Mister Sinister did know as much as he claimed- at the very least he knew her abilities, information very few were privy to.

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Has been inserted into my second post on page 3.

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By now Nihil had changed into her new attire, now fully clothed. She ignored the woman cat calling her entirely, caring little for the crude gesture. She examined herself in an available mirror, brushing her hair with her hand into a more orderly fashion, then retrieving a scrunchie from the pocket of her new shorts, tying her long hair back into a ponytail. She examined her new clothing once again- A form fitting black crop top, with accompanying olive drab shorts that were, indeed, very short. On the outside her actions and attire appeared to be a bit too 'Human' for the dehumanized girl, but appearances could be deceiving. It was no secret to her that men could be distracted by her feminine qualities- an important psychological factor that could win battles. In reality she had no personal care about her appearance.

She was now prepared to reenter into the world of her comrades, as little as she cared about them. She headed into the lounge, lingering by the doorway, sniffing the air. The scent of food hung in the room, emanating from the plate of 'Karate Bastard'. She cared little for the taste of food- quite the opposite, actually, as plainer tasting food was gentler on her heightened senses. A bite into a very flavorful dish had a very real chance of causing her to vomit due to sensory overload. The other scent the prevailed was that of alcohol, something she cared little for. Naturally a soldier such as herself had no interest in inhibiting her senses. Finally she surveyed the crowd, mostly avoiding reaction to any of them, although her usual straight face may have slightly scowled when her gaze passed over Riley. I don't know why that creature would want to talk to me... it would be better for both of us if she did not.

Nihil finally entered into the room, surveying the food offerings. She derived no enjoyment from eating, but, as any human, required subsistence to live. She grabbed a plate and merely picked up two slices of plain white bread, placing them gingerly upon the dish- the mild taste would not overpower her, and the calories should satisfy her need for food. She then picked out a seat at a table a stone's throw from the bar- she had no interest in fraternizing with the other. She pulled out a chair and sat. Her manner of sitting looked almost inhuman- perfectly straight, her back didn't even rest against the back of the chair, leading one to question how such a position should be comfortable. The way she ate was equally strange, certainly without the gusto of Karate Bastard. Instead she daintily tore pieces from the bread, lifting them up to her mouth, eating in a unusually careful and controlled manner. She took care to not drift her glance towards the others, lest they think she wanted company.

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I thought that might be a little unfair, knowing about all the others information like that. But I get what your saying so lets have the tablets give just the basic information roster. It will contain a picture, name, alias, age, and the WGUF.

@Mugin

If that's the case I'll go ahead and make a note here that Nihil's dossier will likely be unusually bare- Probably her name and alias, and information about her career beyond the military. It would be a bit of a cop out if everyone knew she was some top secret government experiment.

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The submarine ride was thankfully uneventful, with none of the men putting on some ridiculous act of showmanship and no one annoying her for her life story. But Nihil knew that could only last so long. As they emerged from the vessel Nihil had little opinion on their new base. It was serviceable enough. What wasn't serviceable was her arsenal. She was tiring quickly of using her hands and wearing the orange prison jumpsuit. As they filed into the warehouse the butler Jenkins spoke up, with an undue air of superiority. Nihil hardly felt like a butler had a right to presume himself better than her, but she still listened. Nihil's already sour expression soured further. She had sensed a disturbance in her body, the nanites proving to be an unwelcome addition to her biology. How bothersome. As the butler stopped talking Nihil stalked away, ignoring the strange flying creature's outburst. She was prepared for a day when she would be unarmed, of course.

Nihil had disappeared shortly and reappeared quickly, holding a pair of large olive drab cases in each hand. A good soldier was ready for any situation, and Nihil had stashes of supplies hidden securely throughout the city, one luckily falling within the small area of Bridgeport they were allowed to roam without the nanites triggering. She headed back into the warehouse and lay the boxes onto her bunk, but first picked up the tablet provided by Mister Sinister. She glanced over the dossiers of her allies, memorizing the information- not our of personal interest, of course, but because the information may prove useful. She then looked over the information for her 'kill switch'. It appeared that the nanites inside her would create a high-pitched 'whine' inside of her eardrum, which would undoubtedly quickly burst both of them. If the blood loss did not kill her they would then attack her nasal cavity, releasing concentrated capsaicin inside of them, something which would already prove to be incredibly unpleasent against a normal person. For her it would likely be incredibly more unpleasent, and fatal. This proved that Mister Sinister did know as much as he claimed- at the very least he knew her abilities, information very few were privy to. For now Nihil opened the case, confirming that its contents were still safely contained within and not absconded by some ragamuffin looking to get armed. Luckily for her it was all still safe, a small armory that she had prepared.

She began to unpack, first pulling the clothing contained: First was an olive drab crop top, exposing her belly. It was certainly sexy, but that was hardly the point, she cared more for the utility of it, lighter clothing allowing a higher range of free motion. She then pulled a similarly misleading pair of very short shorts. Although the primary goal of the clothing was to allow her to move there was, of course, an important additional psychological effect that could not be discounted. That was to say that male enemies tend to easily get distracted. She said the clothing aside for now, ready to examine her arsenal. First came a pair of AMT Hardballer pistols with an accompanying shoulder holster, one unit with two cross-draw holsters on each side. She set them aside as well, delving further into the confines of the first box, pulling from it an M4A1 sporting an ACOG scope and an accompanying sling. Finally she moved onto the next case, which held one all important weapon: A Barrett M107. Her arsenal was, of course, incomplete without a sniper rifle.

With her 'cargo' now secure she put the weapons and holsters back into the case, stowing it underneath the bed. The clothes still lay there, as she was tiring of the prison jumpsuit. She disrobed in the middle of the bedroom, giving no regard to anyone that may enter. She cared little, why exactly would a soldier raised in isolation care?

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@KoL, @Diggerton

You guys wanna collab since Moon Rider affects both your characters?

@TheWindel

Sure thing.

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Nihil lifted herself from the ground. It appeared that the fight was over, but she was interested in leaving quickly. She had little taste for the prison now, and the robotic warden may rise once again. Rile spoke to her, voicing an interest in getting to know her. Nihil had already regretted saving the girl. She had no interest in making friends, an exercise which would be pointless for one such as Nihil. As the group made their exeunt Nihil moved quickly past Riley, speaking briskly as she passed, "Do not think that we are friends just because I saved you." She said flatly.

The submarine now lay before her, a proverbial ark to save the rouges. Nihil entered the vehicle, paying little heed to the butler or the annoying squawking of 'Mr. Sinister' in her ear. She had one sole interest outside of the walls of the prison, and it certainly didn't lay with this rag-tag group of rouges. For now her cooperation with them was merely a means to an end, born from interest in the resources their would-be savior could offer. She stepped inside of the vehicle, finding a quiet spot sit away from the foot traffic of the rest of the vessel.

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Wait, Captain Power is an astronaut that landed on Jupiter? That's... interesting. I mean, considering that Jupiter is composed entirely of gas.

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Huh, @Mivuli, I kind of like the fancy character name you put at the top. Consider it stolen.