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Oh and as an added aside. If Poppy is accepted please add void champions as encounters so Kerrigan can access cool abilities.


Baron Nashor would make a kickass enemy. ^_^
Stop, hammer time.

INTEREST AHOY
One Week Ago...


"Come on people, let's get these moved sometime today!"

Sabrina Durante tapped her foot impatiently, her expensive heels clicking against the pavement, as the interns and workers ferried the barrels from the delivery truck into the warehouse. It was a fairly standard operation; carry in the boxes, label them in big black ink 'SRI', record them, then into storage they went, easy as pie. Sure it was unusual to see someone as important as a Director of Bioengineering there, but the students lucky enough to be working under the tutelage of the esteemed scientist didn't give it too much thought. Dr. Durante did have a penchant for micromanagement, and for this delivery in particular she didn't want anything to go wrong.

And the reason for that was making his away around the end of the cab to talk to her. He was a thoroughly (and intentionally) unremarkable man, whom Sabrina only knew by the name of 'Holt', and while she had no real idea what he did, Holt was certainly no delivery man. At least, not to his actual employers.

"How long is this going to take?" Holt demanded in hushed tones, casting a furtive glance over his shoulder. "You said you were ready to receive this shipment, I wasn't-"

"Patience, patience," Dr. Durante said calmly, keeping up her usual businesslike facade. "It needs to be done this way. It's only a simple delivery, after all. Nothing suspicious to be found, and nothing to connect us to one another." Having no real answer to that, Holt simply scowled and resumed his pacing around the truck, spinning around to look behind him every few steps.

"Jumpy aren't we?" Durante remarked as Holt trudged toward her again, her eyes never leaving her clipboard.

"Every right to be, after seeing...who we got this from," Holt snapped, pausing as he peered at one of the movers suspiciously. "And you know how delicate our operation is. D-Day's just seven days from now and command is-"

"Yes yes, I know, this is not the first time your people have come here," Durante grumbled. "Now shut up or you can tell your friends to find someone else to...do this," the doctor continued, disguising the last part of that sentence. She gave a stern look to one of the interns who slowed down to catch the conversation before hurrying away. "Not like you have a choice, anyway." Holt, either running out of points to make or simply tired of arguing with the doctor, begrudgingly fell into an angry silence, scowling as he returned to his patrol around the truck. Ah, the ignorant are so easy to influence, Dr. Durante thought to herself, her lips curling into a prideful smile.

"Hey, Miss Durante?" one of the interns called over. "We're almost done, just doing one last headcount."

"About time," Dr. Durante said, glancing at her watch. "Make sure the warehouse is locked when you finish I don't-"

The doctor winced as a tremendous roar ripped through the air, loud enough to rattle the windows on the nearby buildings. It sounded like the motorcycles that ninja gang drove around, but much louder and, as Durante quickly realized, quickly getting closer. Within three seconds, three massive motorbikes, not the sleek and slender type but the big American ones, tore around the corner and screeched to a halt in front of the warehouse. Durante saw Holt freeze in his tracks as three heavyset bikers, decked out in leather and spikes, their faces hidden by bike helmets and black bandanas, dismounted from their hogs. Durante slid behind the back of the truck for cover as she saw them draw guns and approach the vehicle.

"You squids think you can steal from us?" one of the burly bikers shouted. "Any dogs steal from us, they get put in the fucking ground!"

Durante pulled her head in just as the bikers started shooting. Some of the workers screamed as bullets cut through the air, smashing glass windows and punching through the walls of the truck. There was a loud bang and the truck listed to one side just before half of the shooting stopped.

"Fuck, fuck, they got Beardy! We need more guys!"

Durante dared to peek out of cover just in time to see two bikers running back to their bikes, the third dead on the ground. Holt calmly stepped out of cover and fired three times, his shots landing in the back of another attacker, who collapsed in a heap against his hog. The last biker swore in manic terror as he hopped on his bike and screamed away. Holt didn't fire, but Durante saw the biker jerk his head back, a splash of red briefly visible before the bike careened off and slammed against a wall.

"Nice shot Owl 2, keep an eye out for any friends of theirs," Holt reported an unseen ally, his hand held to his ear before turning back to Durante again. "Alright there, ma'am?"

"A-are you insane?" Durante spat back, her face taking on a red tinge as she glared down at him. "I thought you said you people covered your tracks! How the hell are we supposed to explain this to Silver River?"

"Simply a failed attempt at a robbery, that's all," Holt explained, making a calming gesture with his hands. "We'll clean the bodies up, and the police won't suspect a thing. You'll have your precious lab back to work in no-"

"Miss Durante, Miss Durante!!!" Holt backed up in alarm as one of the interns ran up to the pair of them, going so fast that he nearly bumped into her. "M-miss...we don't know what happened, there were bullets flying everywhere, we took cover, there was a crash and-"

"Did you idiots break something?!" Durante snapped back, just as fiercely as she did with Holt a second ago.

"I don't...miss...it's Maddy, she-"

"You're going to ruin everything!" the doctor shouted as she pushed past the intern into the warehouse. Her eyes filled with anger, she shoved past the workers gathering at the opposite end of the warehouse and shoved her way through. Opening her mouth to fly into a furious rant, she stopped dead in her tracks as the color drained from her face at the sight of the latest delivery.

Madeline Fen Ming was lying in one of the remnants of the tanks, the clear viscous fluid within spreading onto the floor around her. She turned her green, tear-filled eyes towards Durante, looking almost as pale as the doctor.

"Oww...it h-hurts...

A dark spot was spreading on her chest, and something red was beginning to stain the clear liquid.

-----

Present Day


"Good morning! You're looking much better today, Miss Ling."

"Thanks doctor, and please just call me Maddy."

"Yes, now let's see your chart," the doctor continued absently, picking up the clipboard attached to the bed. Smiling, Maddy continued finished opening her mail. Another 'Get Well Soon' card, this one from her favorite professor back home. She reached over, struggling to work her way around the IV and sensors on her arms, and set it up in the small forest of cards she already got, right in the shadow of an oversized greeting card from her coworkers at Silver River. Even her boss Miss Durante had signed it, making sure her own name was twice the size of everyone else.

"I must say, considering the state you were in I'm pretty impressed that you've made such a speedy recovery," the doctor commented. "Bullet went right through, no lasting damage to your vitals, the worst of it was blood loss..."

"Yeah, my brother called and said I should buy a lottery ticket."

"While I can't prescribe that, I wouldn't say it's a bad idea either," the doctor responded with a laugh, flipping over a page before finishing his reading. "In the meantime, I think you're healthy enough to be sent home. Just be sure to eat healthy and drink plenty of fluids and you'll make a full recovery, and if you feel anything worse then a bit of fatigue don't hesitate to come back, okay?"

Maddy smiled again, eager to get out of this stuffy hospital and back to work. "Loud and clear, doctor,"

"Excellent, I'll send the nurses right over and we'll get you discharged."

Fifteen minutes later Maddy was riding the elevator alone to the ground floor, happy to be back in her favorite jacket (which she had been fortunate enough not to wear that night) and comfortable clothes again, her greeting cards stuffed into her folded laptop under her arm. She had baffled her coworkers who came to visit when she insisted on continuing her work for Silver River while she still had an IV and was barely conscious, but Maddy didn't mind so much. She would have gone stir crazy if she wasn't productive, and working on her writings in between playing Civ4 just wasn't going to cut it. It would be nice to return to the lab and get moving again, Maddy figured.

Rolling her shoulders to soothe her aches, Maddy felt something pop near her back. Suddenly concerned, she quickly took her jacket off to get a good look at herself in the reflective elevator wall. Wondering if there was a stitch somewhere that she didn't know about, Maddy considered going back upstairs before she noticed the real culprit: her jacket had burst a seam. That was odd. Slightly confused, Maddy put her jacket back on and noticed for the first time that it was feeling a bit more...snug then usual.

"Great, I probably gained weight or something," Maddy said aloud just as the doors opened. Feeling a bit glum, she nevertheless strode out the door and made her way to the front desk, where her ride was waiting for her.

"Hey, Mads!" came a voice tinged in a Bulgarian accent.

"Yavor!"

"Correct!" Yavor Valeriev said with a laugh as she came in for a big hug. The secretary at the front desk gave the pair of them a confused look before prompting Maddy to sign her discharge papers.

"Sorry I couldn't visit, the institute had me tied up so much I couldn't get out," Yavor explained apologetically. "Did you get the card I sent?"

"Yeah, and I got the bruise you gave me from that one civ game we did," Maddy said in joking anger, aiming a light punch at him. "The praetorian rush is SO cheap..."

"Hey, when you have a legion, everything else looks like a barbarian," Yavor said innocently.

"Oh shut it."

The pair of them made their way to Yavor's car, all the while chatting about games they played and the things they were working on for Silver River.

"Alright, back to the labs right...uh, Mads?" Yavor asked, waving his keys for emphasis before he got into the car. Maddy frowned slightly, her interest caught by the odd pause.

"Something wrong, Yavor?" she asked him.

"Nothing...besides, it's silly."

"Aw come on, tell me," she continued to pry.

Yavor gave a dramatic fake sigh. "Fine if you insist...I was just thinking that you looked a bit...taller then usual, is all."

"...what?"

"I told you it was silly," Yavor said defensively as he started the car, not before catching onto her sudden silence though. "You haven't been getting taller, right?"

"Why, are you feeling threatened?" Maddy asked, spinning her pause into a quick joke and punctuating with a evil chuckle. "Better watch out Yavor, or soon I'll be the tall one!"

"But I'll still be better at Civ4!"

"Damn it!"

The two of them broke into laughter as Yavor pulled out of the parking lot, and as the car turned towards the Institute, Maddy quietly shifted her seat back. She needed some more leg room.



The green-eyed woman stared curiously at the darling of North Korea as she aimed a jump kick at her opponent, the American with the fascination with dinosaurs, and sailed right over her head, using the momentum of her enemy's attack. An unusual move, but based on her opponent's reaction, an effective one. Yes, this will have to be recorded.

The fight between Yeong-Suk and Brooke was exciting enough that no one really payed much attention to the perfectly average woman sitting quietly near the back, her acid green eyes staring intently at the two of them locked in epic combat. Acknowledging the impressive jump kick, the woman pulled from her sleeve something resembling a round chunk of obsidian that fit in the palm of her hand. Her fingers twitched instinctively as two crystals started to grow from the rock, bending and shaping themselves into two humanoid figures, standing in fighting poses. the woman's eyes flashed once, and the two figures performed the move that she saw the North Korean perform on her opponent. Satisfied, the mysterious woman waited for the crystals to be absorbed back into the stone and replaced it within her robes. She doubted that she would be in a situation where she had to move against this little patriot, but as the Keepers said, a little insurance never-

Someone nearby screamed. The green-eyed woman wondered if she missed something happening in the fight when she recorded the move before realizing that everyone was turning around. She got a glimpse of something gray and metallic barging into the stadium before gunfire joined the sounds of panicked shouting. Robots, the green-eyed woman realized with a scowl. The handiwork of inept primates, barging their way into the arena. This was not according to the plan. Deeply irritated at the interruption, she waited for a panicked crowd to flee in her direction before crouching down in their midst and vanishing, appearing to have been swept off with the mob. This tournament was over, she reasoned, and with no winner the prize was going to vanish from her sight if she didn't act. And luckily for her, the cash prize would certainly draw some hapless nomads and lead her right it.

There was a clanking echo of metal as one of the machines nearly barged into her invisible self, only for her to step gracefully to the side, leaving one foot extended to trip it up. Her invisibility wore off as the robot tumbled head over heels down the stadium seats, banging like a gong on every step before landing in a heap next to the arena. The woman looked around her as the artificial eyes trained themselves on their latest victim, half of them charging forward with blades extending from their arms, while the other half lumbered forward with their guns, backed up by a larger machine standing head and shoulders above the others, its eyes a vicious glowing red.

Vindani's eyes flashed green as the machines lumbered forward. Standing their casually with her arms behind her back, the woman quietly observed them as they charged in, dodging a wild swing from the first to reach her. It lost its balance slightly. The momentum threw it off. The blades are heavy, not balanced for their bodies. Another swung forward, missing by inches. The woman saw the metal skin up close as the blade passed by. Cheap steel, better for mass production, but lacking flexibility. Scraping of metal as it turned, sparking wires. Joints are weak, unprotected. They're armed with standard weapons. Human weapons. Easily disabled. Cannon fodder. Common soldiers. Easily destroyed. Easily broken. Easily sundered with the perfect...precise...strike...

...

There. Right there.

Time to deconstruct.

"Pathetic worms. I will tear you all to pieces!"

Vindani erupted into her true form just as she dodged another attack from the robots. The vipers leapt from beneath her robes and tore through the unprotected leg joints, throwing the machine to the ground as a glowing green cobra sliced through its neck. The Naga left no room for retaliation as she danced from robot to robot, her serpents ripping through the arms and legs of the machines as they helplessly tried to fight back. The other robots fired back, but only hit their friends as Vindani's serpents pulled and twisted the machines back and forth, shielding her from harm. It wasn't long before the robots who had charged her were lying on the ground, helplessly writhing back and forth. The Naga gave a sharp, hissing laugh and charged at the remaining machines. Confident from such and easy shot, the robots saw their bullets fly through a smokey mirage before the Naga appeared behind them. And the game began again. Serpents ripped through their joints as Vindani writhed in the midst of the carnage, bullets piercing through metal as the cobras pulled them back and forth, tearing them apart like dry leaves.

With a crack of her tail, Vindani sent the last of the machines into a wall, watching pompously as it scrambled to get up again, only to collapse as the acid from her serpents dissolved its legs from the inside out. Smiling, she turned to the last machine, towering over her like the colossus. Did they feel fear, Vindani wondered? If they did, she was certain this soulless automaton would have felt it now. The cobra in her sleeve reared up to strike, waiting for the right moment...

It was provided. The machine lumbered forward with one heavy swing, and it was over. Vindani sidestepped easily, and with a flick of the wrist the serpent leapt out and plunged into the robot's exposed arm and vanished underneath the armored plating. Chuckling to herself, the Naga watched as the machine jerked back and forth, a pool of dark fluids collecting underneath the machine's feet as the ki cobra tore through the vulnerable innards of the great metal monster. Finally there came an acidic hiss as the cobra burst from the machine's neck in a shower of sparks, popping off the head like a cork in a wine bottle. Vindani somberly held out her arm as the ki serpent crawled down the chest of the machine and onto the arm of its master as she extended one finger with the same hand and gently pushed on the robot's chest. Thus with a sound of strained metal, the once formidable robot keeled over, hitting the ground with a thunderous echo that shook the ground. Vindani paused to admire her handiwork, but only for the briefest of moments.

She still had work to do.
Boom, third character. Kinda needs some more work but she's pretty much done and ready to write about. :D

@Oak7ree Feel free :)
Sorry guys, but I think I'm going to drop out of this one, my schedule got busier and I didn't have as much time for this as I thought. Hope the story goes well for you guys. :)
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