LeeRoy

Darashal -NMV

"I have plenty of time for it, I'd just prefer to not stay in the desert." LeeRoy's lisping and droning was noticeably going away as the pain relievers were wearing off, and the pain was starting to surge through his face. "You'll need to stick some pieces of metal or ceramic underneath each of the landing pads, also tear off the wheels. It'll spread the weight a bit more evenly. Allowing you to drag them without resistance. But if you leave the wheels on there it will start to sink into the sand again." His right hand pointed at the dangling pieces of metal from the roof, covered in wiring and dripping sparks like water.

"Now, while I'm not certain about this planet's rotation. Generally deserts are east of water bodies and west of inland areas, so I'm going to assume the best direction to go is east. Against the flow of the wind but we're certain to reach a habitable zone faster than we would a body of water. And only one of them would be useful to us." He didn't even pause to catch a breath, he was busy reconfiguring the console. Some of the buttons were totally shattered, the rest were only partially functional. He had to find one that worked perfectly to raise the gear. Otherwise it was going to be a very long time before reaching the inland area.

"I'm going to bet that there's a few lengths of tubing that once connected the engine to the rest of the ship. Feel free to rip those out and use those, they're going to be strong enough to support the weight of the ship."

'But how will we get the ship started again if there's nothing connecting the engine to the rest?'

"I've got a helping hand here, I don't have to worry about that. So as long as he's capable of following orders we should be able to get the ship running in only a few days."

'This guy? Following orders? Sure.'

The woman had a point, even though LeeRoy didn't bother to respond. Other than a convincing argument there really wasn't much that LeeRoy could do to get Maxwell to do anything for him. That was a problem that would arise later, and would be dealt with then. Now they had to focus on getting out of the desert.

Alternate Earth- NMV

It was not a factor of Fury's advantage and injury, Sukoh's bone density and actual strength was more than enough to bat away the light post. However, Sukoh's attack was totally fruitless, his head was sore and there was going to be a nine foot long welt on his dome. Fury had even escaped from his attempt to trap him, flying well upwards outside of even the great bear's long reach. His companion's flanking served to do nothing more than drive the opponent away. Damnation, there was no way that he could attack Fury in that position. Sukoh had a long list of things that he can do, but none of those include flying. That is well outside of his capabilities.

Although. . .

With a slow intake of breath he looked down at Drag, then back up to Fury. "Grpph." This was something along the lines of: "Aha!" The bear spun around and closed his teeth on Drag's hoodie, picking him up by what can be called the scruff of his neck. There was little moment where Sukoh thought about how Drag would react to this, but he had a good enough feel about his friend that he knew that Drag could handle it. Sukoh threw himself upwards, all 32 feet of bear, into the air. At the apex of his rise his mouth flung open, releasing Drag into the air in some kind of catapult.

That would give Drag a bit of air, at least enough to close the distance between the pair and Fury. Although Drag would be on his own during this fight, Sukoh could not help him in the air. The buildings around them would provide a bit of walling to prevent Fury from running too far. But Sukoh was going to be excessively worried about this fight, Drag was a tough cookie but he wasn't certain about how well he could fare against someone as strong as Fury.

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Check the deposit, yo.

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To be added to main list:

Drag Queen
Kanitah Noraha Ayna
Carmen
Melon
Ragnara Kolbjorn
Brig. Gen. Garrett “Teflon” Johnson

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Reading through this with the edits, I'd say he's acceptable. Although it's going to be difficult to line up fights I'd say he's accepted.

I'll add him to the list.

Mystique- "A techno-magic world"-NMV

Mortimer's face remained rather blank as Melon explained himself, it was as though he didn't think that Mortimer didn't understand the concept of titles. "Come on." He ushered the alien out of the room with a tilt of his head. "Follow me, the Lady will likely wish to see a visitor in her chambers." Without waiting for him to follow he went on ahead, a quick pace to set for Melon. "You will need to remember two things while speaking to Lady Jessibelle. Do not point out her appearance. Do not point out her lisp. You would not wish to insult your host." The demi-human spoke with a completely unnecessary intensity to his words.

They reached the door and Mortimer knocked on it lightly, from inside a calm little voice hissed out. "Who isss it~?" With a little sing-song about it.

The stoic soldier spoke up in response. "My lady it is Mortimer and the newcomer. "

The empress grinned and called out to Mortimer. "Come in, I wissh to sspeak with thiss Melon~" Without hesitation he shoved Melon into the room and closed the door quickly behind them. The guard quickly went on his way to check the main door, it was morning now and the night guard was settling in for the day. Mortimer didn't want to leave a gap in the guard so he went to personally oversee it.

In the the Lady's quarters, Jessibelle was laying across her bed, letting her upper half dangle over the edge a bit. She was only just waking up you see, and was in no mood to actually move. However cheerful she was, she wasn't going to be moved an inch. "Hello, Melon, nicce to finally ssee you." Though she hadn't moved this morning there was a plate full of fruits from around Mystique, they were all artificially grown of course but otherwise they tasted alrght. With one hand she pointed at the plate, the other hand covering her mouth in a yawn. "Would you like ssome fruit, sssweetie? I eat fruit exxclussively , it'ss part of a diet I've been trying." To be honest, this was just her covering up for the fact that she couldn't reach the bowl.

Back to Mortimer and the Advanced Guards.

The half human walked down the hallway into the main room, hearing the sounds of the night guards heading in for the day he smiled. Mortimer knocked on the advance guard's chamber, giving a quick order for them to help him oversee the day to night transition. They obviously compled and changed into their uniforms. They only had their sidearms but they were still armed and equipped. They marched outside and watched the last guards made their way inside. "Good uniformnity, but we have a 3 minute gap in our guard cycle."

Almost immediately he heard the sound of feet thumping against dirt, someone was still out here. Mortimer pointed in the direction of the sound, wordlessly directing them that there was possibly a hostiile nearby. Four of them in unison withdrew their weapons, the leader did not carry a side arm. He moved silently, as a cat in midnight he strafed around the structure. There were three of them, mutants like himself. Concerning, if they were on the same scale of strength as he was then the guards would be at risk. They knew what they were getting into, he could not concern himself with their well being.

From the front the advanced guards marched forward, raising their sidearms up and trailing their sights on the three newcomers. They spat out an order to them. "Lay down any weapons on your person and raise your hands into the air. You are on site for a soon to be launch zone." Behind the three newcomers there was Mortimer, maintaining his silence and calculating which of these three would be their leader. It seemed to be the most normal one in the center, Mortimer would target her if they made the mistake of making a threatening action.

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You mean Cruella DeVille. But magical.

Jedi Bounty

"Handle the girl? Bah, I can handle both the girl and the other Jedi if he pokes his head in." There was a kind of lag in his voice, the kind you hear when every word is punctuated with a heavy intake of air. It was also noteworthy that he spoke without moving his lips much, exposing his brown and black teeth to the air. "I'd me more worried about the master, he's a real big shot. The kind who other jedi look up to, the big man in charge y'know? How're you gonna deal with that kind of power?"

As he spoke he was busy fiddling with the belt on his chest, loading it into Comb. She was being a bit stubborn today, not letting him fit the belt in as easily as it should be. Brush knew what to do about a stubborn gun. With a grotesque grunt he spit into his hand, rubbing it into the hole in the side. Lubing it up for the belt. "I'm gonna unload this first belt, but I'm not sure how I'll be able to reload. Jedis are smart and all that. I'll have to use the stun stick on 'em to hold em back."

There was a slight pause as he hoisted Comb to his waist, pulling the belt taught around his chest. Letting the belt hold part of the weight was a practice uncommon among most soldiers, it often caused damage to the internal mechanisms. Brush didn't really care, he had a guy he could go to and get Comb fixed up. "We'll have to come up with something on the fly, won't we Bloodshot?" His fat hand patted the armored man on the back, Brush was laughing a deep and phlegmy cough of a laugh. This was just another weekday for him, killing jedi was just a perk of the job.

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Alright, ASTA, you're cool to post.

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You should wait just a sec, ASTA. I'm editing my post.