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Location: Hawkeye's Homestead - Missouri - Quinjet (Medical bay)
Skills:





Niah did her best to keep her facial expression from showing too much surprise at Bonnie suggesting to upload her into the Framework. She had been in it before and didn't like the idea of living in it. Her Catholic adjacent upbringing cringed at the idea of it. If she was dead would her soul have moved on? She stopped the metaphysical thought line. Niah wasn't one for metaphysics like that. The world was complicated enough with stuff they could prove. Not to mention the existence of deities running around with hammers and capes.

She didn't wince when Bonnie drew some blood. Niah was going to let Bonnie do what she had to. She knew that her friend had to do everything in her power to help her. That's how the Secret Warriors were as a group. They'd re-write reality, go against orders, and break the laws of physics just to help each other.

Niah watched and listened to Sparky. It was nice to see her friend so much in her element. They really needed to give everyone on the team the chance to shine better.







Location: Missouri - Animal shelter -> Hawkeye's Homestead
Skills:





"What a great name." Matt said in agreement, with significantly less cussing. He had seen some of Phineas and Ferb over the years so he got the reference. That show was a decent kids' show. He sort of wished he had had access to similar shows growing up. He hopped into the truck bed and sat there with the others until they got back to the farm.

"How long does it take for the tentacles to grow in?" Matt waited for Mar-Vell's response before he headed inside looking for where Oliver had ended up with the pregnant flerkens. He didn't know much about how to care for eggs of any sort. It did strike him as funny that Kwassi knew how to care for gator eggs though. Wasn't he from Wakanda? At least Matt assumed with how he greeted T'Challa.

"Oliver, how'd the Flerken transport go?"




Location: Emma Frost Memorial Hospital - Terrigen Ward
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (passive)





Andy stood up and stretched a bit. Doing a small scale of warm-ups she'd do before a boxing match. It felt good to move. Everything still was sore but it didn't hurt like it had when she had first woken up. "Thank you." She told James. He seemed really nice, but he seemed quieter than he had been before they all got frozen.

"I'd like to get my stuff. I don't want to be in this any longer." She gestured to the clothing someone had put on her while she was not only unconscious but also frozen. Impressive. She also wanted a cup of coffee, but that could wait until after she got her jacket.

Andy kept out of the argument over stabbing people for touching their things. But she was in agreement with Zari, more or less. She'd rather punch then stab. As for people touching her stuff she'd be pissed if anything happened to her jacket.


Ed Penior




Location: Space Jail
Skills: Thamaturgy: Shield; Sympathetic: Healing; Hand-to-hand



Beth was bleeding and Pietro had passed out. He didn't know if his healing would even work for what was wrong with Pietro, but he figured he could at least try. As he reached out to heal them his shield fail. "Shit." He was exposed. He took a deep breath and focused on healing them again. If he could at least get them some healing it'd be worth losing the shield. He could take defensive action after that.

Beth visibly started to heal. There was no way for him to determine what was happening with Pietro though. He'd have to let it slide, and hope that Guin was helping him enough. Losing the shield wasn't great as he didn't want to keep playing the part of a punching bag, so he moved in closer to the group. There was no way he could get all of them and the other group in a bubble without getting some of the prisoners too. They'd have to shadow travel or something to get out of there.

He took a defensive position though. Prepared now to stop punches or at least dodge them.




Niah Bautista





Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: Armor Control



Niah decided she never would go skydiving or any of those other extreme air sports. The feeling of freefall made her stomach twist painfully. Thankfully Mads caught her with a magic net. "Thanks." She gave a sigh of relief. Then turned her attention to the armor hoping to get back up in the air and over the cliff face.

Surely fighting a dragon would be easier than scaling a mountain. She mentally laughed. "Remind me to work on my upper body strength." Though she doubted working on chin-ups would help if a harpy attacked again.

Niah was able to get control over the armor again and flew up to the top of the cliff. She landed, taking a deep breath. That was an experience she didn't care to repeat. But the armor was useful and hadn't actively tried to kill her yet, so maybe it wasn't cursed.
MZ-33 watched Raynor as he walked making sure he was not lying about his capability. "I am MZ-33. I am a protocol droid. However, I do have blaster integration." MZ-33 lifted her arm and out of it popped the blaster that had been built into it. If the droid could smile it quite probably would have been as they spoke. "I was designed to work with a Jedi." This was said with a bit of old sadness. Grief long inscribed into the circuits of the droid.

MZ-33 didn't get into detail. The way her sentence clipped made it clear she didn't want to talk about it. That probably was another sign that MZ-33 was not your average droid. Desire and grief carried so clearly in her tone. "I was designed to assist in diplomatic matters...and escaping from diplomatic matters that went wrong." Again there was a grin in her voice.

"You are prepared then?" She paused giving Commander Raynor time to respond, then turned and started out of the room.
"Ah, well after your incident I was told to tend to you while they continued the mission. However, it is past the time when they should have completed it by almost thirty minutes. The mission must be completed." MZ-33 was like a hound dog with a scent. Determined to make sure the Republic survived. "I do not know what has happened to the General or Commander Firtick. I can only assume they have failed their mission." She didn't seem pleased with not knowing the answer.

"Do you believe you could walk? If not I shall carry you." At least Commander Raynor was awake. MZ-33 had been a little concerned that he might not wake up. The damage to him from the mines had been...extensive. Not that MZ-33 had any medical programming. Something she thought funny after all this time. Not a single Jedi she had worked with over the two-hundred odd years had bothered with it, and Avar Kriss hadn't seen the point all those years ago.
MZ-33 was not a nurse droid. They were not programmed to babysit dying Jedi. They were programmed for protocol procedures and of course covering fire if necessary. It has been a few times in their long tenure of working with Jedi. This was frustrating, sitting behind hoping that Commander Raynor didn't die. He was unconscious. Humans were fragile beings too.

The all-clear wasn't coming. The mission wasn't being completed. The droid factory was still pumping out enemies. Enough time had passed that it should have. Something had gone sideways. MZ-33 turned to the Commander who lay unconscious. She considered the course of action that needed to be done. The mission needed to be finished and she had been ordered to take care of the Commander by her Jedi. If she could sigh she would have.

Instead, she reached out and slapped the Commander. Commander. I need you conscious for this. We are ride or die Repulic boy. Get up. I'll carry you and you keep cover on me. We will get this mission completed."

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Rose Buckner


Location: Forest
Skills:





Uh, Rose Buckner." Rose was a little confused. She had met Megan in the park when all the drama had started. But she smiled at her. "I guess nice to officially meet you." She said. When Sierra fell Rose rushed forward worried about her friend. She paused seeing the mermaid tail.

"Is that normal or first time?" She asked grinning. Merlin and the others were getting her out of the hole okay. Now they had to worry about the horses headed in their direction. She drew and nocked an arrow. She ducked into a bush and prepared to fire if it looked like the horses had riders that were going to discover them. Their muddy tracks would be a dead give-a-way. The rain that she had hoped would give them cover would be their downfall.

"Merlin, our tracks, can you make them disappear?" She asked, hoping that he'd be able to. She hated they were relying so much on magic.






Colby Jackson


Location: Tower
Skills:





Colby did his level best to not roll his eyes. He did notice something though. Maddie didn't stutter when talking to him, but he seemed to stutter for everyone else. That was interesting. He remembered that Maddie used to stutter for him so badly there would be times Colby wanted to shake the words out of him. "She literally just threw a rock at me. I don't plan on physically hurting them. Just making them pay a little for being jerks."

He watched as Maddie set about trying his hand at illusion magic. "What the heck was that?" He asked, having only caught a glimpse of the bunny. "Also isn't Red out there? And shouldn't that be an illusion? Why are you afraid of an illusion of a bunny?" Colby asked his questions in quick succession looking wildly confused.



Ed Penior




Location: Space Jail
Skills: Thamaturgy: Force; Shield



Ed lost his concentration, which he had expected. He felt a bit bad about dropping the guy and checked that he was okay between getting punched. He didn't like what was happening. Lance had hulked out and Mary was acting super weird. He winced and it wasn't from getting punched. Guin was doing a mind control thing. This fight was getting out of hand. They were going to be overwhelmed so he tried to not be mad about it since this got a good portion of the people to leave.

He put his hand up, a bubble appearing around him. He did not care to be hit anymore. He remembered how much it pissed off one of his cousins when he did this and how much the cousin would try to hit him anyway. Then he sent out several blasts of force pushing four of the assailants away.
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