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@KoL

Which is 90% of the reason I dropped the sniper bot. The other 10% was Zealot falling out of the world.

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@floodtalon

I mean Henry did res himself when Marquis dropped the insta-kill on him. Ballistics ain't got nothing on Silver Eyes.

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@The 42nd Gecko@KoL

She's the embodiment of a Gale Wings Talonflame. Brave Bird spam.

That is all.

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@The 42nd Gecko

I'm 99% sure Eve was made to tagteam with Syphax constantly. Though as far as I know, she's the fastest PC with the highest potential DPS outside of GMPCs if set up correctly.

Also, small updates to that massive list of characters. And by small I mean big.

-Trimmed the fat on Sliske's sheet.
-Sliske no longer looks like a butler.
-Sliske no longer looks like a bitch.
-Everyone besides Sliske and Syphax have been shoved into the "Infrequent" category, where they'll rot.

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Consider Greg and Torag dead, I'm in the midst of finals and I won't be able to post until probably the weekend.

Also, I'm gonna be shelving a lot of people, I've made a surplus of characters that I, quite frankly, have grown to hate posting for. And by that, I mean everyone except Syphax is getting shoved to the side and Sliske is returning.

Mass Effect: Underworld

@MrDidact
I'm still here, as are most in the Discord.

Wrath of Darkness

As the crew took off, Spook stood up from her seat on the floor and closed the door her legs had been hanging out of. She enjoyed the feel of the wind flying around her, though the travel they were about to experience would be a little much for her. She then watched as the outpost of Treetop faded into the distance, taking in the details of the place and what it was that made it so concealable. Lone behold, it was the height of the trees and the abundant foliage, humanity never failed to disappoint.

Except that one time, but still.

Intent on enjoying the ride, she made her way over to Isis and Bastet, giving a friendly wave before sitting down and bringing one leg up to her chest, back against the metal wall. She leaned her head back on the surface as well, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Don't worry about Bastet, I've seen worse done by domesticated Duvari." She chuckled, hands flexing slightly as they pulled at the flexible armor on her left leg.

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Soon enough, turbulence hit. Except it wasn't, there was something clearly arcane behind it. No wind could've rocked a Sky Hawk as much as this was, so Spook was reasonably concerned as she took the Fusilaut from her lower back in case it was some kind of beast besetting the ship already. Having grown up in the Wild World, she had found it uncommon for some kind of monster with leaping capabilities to take helicopters out of the sky if they flew low enough. She stayed seated as the two near her decidedly panicked, unable to move much without toppling over suddenly. Out of nowhere, the craft dived and she felt gravity leave them, prompting her different trajectory from the craft to take hold and lift her off the floor a couple feet. In response, she turned herself over and grabbed at a loose strap from the overhead cargo rigging, anchoring herself to the craft.

And all of a sudden, they evened out, and she fell to the floor. They slowly set down, Spook still clinging to the strap with her right hand, and her left held onto her gun with a white-knuckle grip. Once they hit solid ground, the shock of floating for a solid couple of seconds wore off and she let go of the rigging, slumping to the ground like some kind of boneless humanoid. Her voice crackled over the ship's communication channel. "Matt... never do that again." She grunted and sat herself up, then stood on shaky legs as people started to move again, along with Jake giving an order to set up camp. "...I'll get some firewood, back in a bit." She recovered her landlegs as she stepped down from the craft, drawing her sword and clipping her PDW to her back as she went.

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A short while, maybe ten minutes later, she came back with two armfuls of wood, one stuffed under each arm. One was dumped off to the side, just by the Sky Hawk, and the other was set down by where the fire pit would end up. From the surrounding area, she grabbed some rocks that fit into her hands well and set them in a circle a short distance from the transport, soon filling it with smaller sticks and some brush from the surrounding area. Without much ceremony, she dug around inside her cloak for a moment before pulling out a steel lighter, which she opened and flicked twice before it caught fire. She then held the flame to the brush until it spread, at which point she closed the modernized tinderbox before tucking it back onto her person.

The fire created and distributing warmth to everyone now, and moved back a couple feet before sitting with the glass lenses of her mask reflecting the flames as they slowly started to grow. "So, we've got some time to kill. Speaking of that, you guys have been out here before, right? What's the most dangerous thing you've killed?" While she awaited responses from everyone present, she tossed a few more sticks into the fire.

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@floodtalon
Oh yeah, I intend to reclaim that hand in the near future. How? I don't know, I think Henry would get sick of having something such high maintenance in his gates. Am I correct?

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Wasting no time, Spook came over to the console looking over at the event, glass eyecovers of her mask reflecting the light. She seemed enthralled by it, tearing herself away after staring at the pillar for a solid ten seconds, deaf to the world. As if finding some deeper meaning in the beacon, she started after Johnson immediately as he lead the group away towards the new transport. She didn't really pay attention to Nate getting berated once again, that would probably end up being a common theme throughout their mission, so it became white noise to her.

The new transport came into view, and Spook immediately let out a descending whistle. She was a beauty of a ship, fully restored to her glory days from before The Other invaded and outfitted with a pair of gatling guns on the doors, and solar panels to boot. Her muffled voice broke through whatever clamor there was. "M7-32 Sky Hawk, badass of a ship before everything fell apart. Now? Might as well be Armageddon with wings. Whoever put this girl back together did a damn fine job..." Trailing off, she boarded the Hawk and looked around the interior, finding a small space by the door she would unofficially claim as her's for the moment. She then sat with her legs hanging out the door, one hand on a safety rail.

"Ready for take-off, let's find out what that beacon is."

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