Hart rolled her eyes at the commotion the others were making, looking from Jaque to Nic. She openly stared at the large man with a mix of curiosity and amusement, yet she smiled at him out of honest kindness. The minute Nic announced he was to be the leader the others started pitching a fit, standing she placed her gloved palms on the table as a dagger flew across the room. "Okay chill out ya bunch of drama queens. I for one will trust Nic until he proves to be untrustworthy." She winked at the foreign male. "Go on space man. Let's hear what you have to say." She sighed and looked around at the others. "As for the rest of you, chill and be respectful or I swear to God I will absorb you until you can't see straight. And trust me, being absorbed when I'm angry hurts like hell." She huffed air out through her nose. She realized that probably wasn't much of a first impression on her part but she was acting more mature than the squabbling morons before her.

Jacque listened as the others conversed for a while, it was clear that there was going to be quite a bit of bickering while everyone was here, which to Jacque meant that this meeting was going to drag on for a while. And that simply would not do. The behemoth of a man had been about to speak when a knife whizzed across the room, in that moment all form of speech left him and any words he had to speak were quickly replaced with a deep, guttural snarl. Jacque's head snapped in the direction of Roxy, his eyes were filled with a murderous intent before he recognized her as one of the others that lived on the base. Jacque inhaled deeply to calm himself, then exhaled, "Try to refrain from doing that again. It...unnerves me." he growled out through clenched teeth.

"Poor boy. You'll find me a very unnerving person to be around." Roxy leaned against the doorway. She used her ability to bring the knife back to her hand. This a sarcastic grin Roxy says. "I don't like arguing. It unnerves me."

Nic returned Johns stare, his eyes begining to glow with radiation, if his suit wasn't absorbing it, the team would have been reduced to something resembling nuclear fallout "I have as much experience as deemed necessary by S.E.E.R" He said as the knife wizzed across the room, he ignored it.

"Okay chill out ya bunch of drama queens. I for one will trust Nic until he proves to be untrustworthy." She winked at the foreign male. "Go on space man. Let's hear what you have to say." She sighed and looked around at the others. "As for the rest of you, chill and be respectful or I swear to God I will absorb you until you can't see straight. And trust me, being absorbed when I'm angry hurts like hell."

"Erm thank you Sparkplugs" he said attempting to return the wink with both eyes before regaining his composure "We will start b-" He was cut off by the screen flashing a countdown then showing a holographic face of a woman "Hello, I am the Oracle," it spoke in a monotonous voice "It is my duty to brief all missions to ensure complete understanding of individual tasks. Mission Code:12/3: Indicators show that there has been a sudden outbreak of fires on the north eastern side of Reno, Nevada. Delta Squad Support has been requested and approved. Please report to the hangar for immediate departure"

"You have heard the woman, this is not a drill, everyone retrieve their equipment and get in the Cruiser!" He said pressing a sequence of buttons on his wrist, in his room what appeared to be a closet opened up to reveal the Accelerator suit, he quickly hopped into the suit, leaving the helmet off and carrying it under his arm, He loaded up a fresh battery and stored another in the auxiliary slot before heading to the hangar and waited at the boarding ramp for the rest of the team, protocol dictated that he boarded last

A rumbling sound akin to a growl escaped Jacque's chest at Roxy's words, "Do not mistake my discomfort for fear. I made my request for the safety of the others in this room." he growled. Something peculiar began to happen to Jacque: His veins began to raise on his face and arms, and his muscle tone was increasing to the point of nearly tearing his clothing as he moved. The chair he sat in creaked loudly and buckled slightly at the sudden increase in mass, a clear indication that whatever he was turning into was big, "I will only ask of this once, do not push me. A knife won't do you much good if this gets out of hand, and I would greatly prefer not having to be restrained for the next six hours." he warned. Jacque may not have been one to enjoy attention, but if there was one thing he hated more than that, it was being toyed with.

The sudden announcement from the Oracle hologram turned his attention away from Roxy, "Oh joy...a new mission already..." he muttered before forcing himself out of his seat. Jacque could already tell as he walked out of the room and past Roxy to get to the hangar, this day was going to suck.

Roxy rolled her eyes. At least grabbing her gear would be a piece of cake. She want back to the room that had been assigned to her. She barely had to step into the room to get her trench coat. No telling how many knives she would need so she would simply bring the whole lot of them. Packed for the trip Roxy made her way to the hanger.

She had told him to shut up. The redhead, Hart, had told him to shut up. No one ever did that. He wasn't mad though. He was confused. Confused that he wasn't mad. God what was being a good guy doing to him. He snapped back to reality at the sound of the woman's voice. He quickly ran to his room and got dressed, putting on a red t-shirt that had enough kevlar to stop a small caliber bullet, and black skinny jeans, outfitted with two holsters, one that was already filled with a curved hunting knife. He then grabbed his revolver from under his pillow and started towards the hangar. Maybe his outfit wasn't that orthodox but it worked for him.

Hart couldn't help but smile slightly at Nic's obvious attempt to mimic her and his insistence on calling her "Sparkplugs". It was endearing really. She had watched the exchange between Roxy and Jacque out of the corner of her eye while her attention was diverted to the screen with the Oracle on it. It was quite clear that she would not like Roxy one bit. The woman's arrogance and spontaneous knife throwing to get attention rubbed her the wrong way. Sure maybe the girl could hit her with her knives or whatever, but if that snot crossed her paths she'd not hesitate to absorb away her consciousness. At the announcement of their new mission she stood. Her gear...? She didn't need anything other than the clothes on her back really... She just hoped that if she decided to absorb an essence and form fit it to herself, her clothing would stand up to it and not leave her in the nude. Shrugging she walked toward the jet, glancing back at Jacque. From her first impressions of the group, she'd probably be friends with the men more than the women of this group. But that was normal, she'd always gravitated more toward the male gender in general, girls were spiteful and annoying. Guys made things easy. Heading into the hangar she looked around. Wow.... Now that was a jet. She grinned slightly. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after all.

John walked into the hangar and noticed the jet. "Oh wow," he said aloud, obviously mesmerized. Oh how he wished he could have one to just study. The weaponry was probably superb and he bet it handled like a dream. What he wouldn't give to just take it apart and build with it. "Okay come on John back to reality," he thought as he walked to the jet.

"Looks nice does it not?" Nic asks Hart with a chuckle "Based of of the ship i landed in as a boy " he says patting it with his hand causing a loud clanking noise "Your absorption, what limits does it hold? Is there anything you can not absorb?" he asks, curious to hear first hand about her power.

Jacque looked up at the plane with awe. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, with it's sleek design and highly advanced technology, there was no doubt in Jacque's mind that it had been made with help from Ni. As he noticed the others entering the hangar Jacque let out a sigh and yanked off his shirt and boots, "You all may wish to stand back a bit. I'm about to 'suit up'." he warned as his veins grew more pronounced on his skin. Jacque's irises flashed greenish yellow and his pupils expanded before they narrowed into slits, vicious claws erupted from his finger and toe nails, gleaming a like obsidian under the bright light, his muscles bulged far beyond that of any human, his skin grew taught and appeared to crack and turn green and the bleach blond buzz cut he usually sported disappeared under a patch of scales. Jacque stumbled a bit, preparing himself for the worst parts of the transformation; his leg bones snapped, bending in all manner of gruesome angles as they elongated to better suit his increasingly hunched frame, his jaws elongated, massive conical teeth ripping their way through his gums and replacing his regular set of teeth, a process that he particularly hated. There was a sickening crunch from his spine as it expanded and curved to allow him to walk better with his top heavy frame, and with that, the transformation was complete. If Jacque's height and appearance had been intimidating before, he was an absolute nightmare now; He stood at eight feet two even with his hunched stature, his crocodilian appearance -complete with thick scales and massive jaws- made him look like something out of a horror/scifi movie. Jacque shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the pain that came with each transformation, then he reared his head back and let loose a bone jarring roar.

"Shh.. Alligator man you'll scare the children." Roxy said as she entered the hanger. She had never been on a plane, so she had no real reference point. But she thought the jet was huge. Atleast they wouldn't be on top of each other. She studied her teammates. She wondered what each of them could do. Roxy remembered one threatening to absorp them all. She was curious if the other woman would answer the question about her powers.

John was interested by Jaque's transformation. He wondered whether his powers could take him in his form. Maybe, but he better not test him.

Jacque took a step towards Roxy and hissed in annoyance. Part of him wondered what her flesh would taste like, what it would feel like to have her bones splinter under the power of his mighty jaws, what sounds she and the others would make as he- 'NO.', the word flashed in his head like a neon sign. Jacque couldn't afford to lose control, he may have looked like an animal, but that didn't mean he needed to act like one, no matter how he was treated, he couldn't let his temper get the better of him, especially around the people he was supposed to be paired with. Like it or not, he had to play nice for the time being. Jacque shook his head as if to say that Roxy wasn't worth it and walked a bit closer to the jet, perhaps getting a better look at the marvelous machine would take his mind off of the primal urges that swirled about his brain.

Hart smiled at Nic as he addressed her. "Looks nice does it not? Based off of the ship I landed in as a boy." He chuckled, patting the jet as if it were his own invention or a child. "Your absorption, what limits does it hold? Is there anything you can not absorb?" He looked at her curiously. Blowing a breath out threw her teeth, she looked back toward the Roxy woman and then back to Nic, keeping her voice low. "Limits... I'm not really sure it has very many or any really. I know if I were to touch you right now, I could absorb your knowledge, memories, your powers, even the texture of your skin. I can absorb and absorb, stealing away, until the thing I was holding is now just a pile of dust in my hands." She looked at the jet again. "What metal is this made out of? If I absorbed it I could make my skin the same strength of the metal. Or if I absorbed an animal I could take it's form." She sighed slightly. "It's very useful in a lot of ways, but it can also be scary. Try explaining to your guardian how the dog you were playing with is now an essence swirling around inside you." She chuckled darkly. "That sure was one hell of a day." She looked up at the ceiling. "When I used to practice... If I was concentrating really hard people could hardly feel my absorption. But if they angered me and I lost control of it.... They would scream like their insides were on fire." She shook her head, dragging herself out of the depressing thoughts and back to the present. "But that's all behind me now. I guess now it's time to put out a fire."

"Hey Space-man! Are we gonna ride in this thing or are we all gonna stand around like a bunch of zombies?" John shouted, anxious to get in the jet. He had only flown once before but it had been an exhilarating experience. He could tell this jet would amplify that ten fold. He looked it over one more time and realized that this wasn't a ship that was anything like what he had seen on earth. No it was based on alien tech. Probably the alien's ship. Then he realized it. This whole thing was based around Nic. At least it appeared so. Maybe the alien was useful. But as useful as himself?Doubtful. Wait what was that? "Try explaining to your guardian that the dog you were playing with is now an essence swirling around inside you?" He turned around and looked at Hart. "You're an orphan?" he asked.

Nic wasn't sure how to respond, his simple question had gotten a lot more emotion than he was hoping to get "Ah... I understand" He says solemnly, trying to be as empathetic as he can, "well we had best get on the jet with the rest of them, he says snapping on his helmet with a hiss and gesturing at her to board the ship as the HUD in his helmet blinked on, indicating battery status, life support signs and various other aspects of the suit and things around him, when most people saw the screen they become so overwhelmed with the data presented to them that they either pass out or vomit, sometimes both, but Nics brain processed it all simultaneously, allowing him to make quick decisions in the field of combat.

Hart looked down at the floor at Nic's simple answer. She realized she'd overdone it a bit with the explanation on a whole. Turning she headed up into the jet, pausing only slightly when she heard Steampunk ask her a question "You're an orphan?" Hart sighed, continuing on into the jet and taking a seat. "If you'd read my file you'd know that, wouldn't you?" She looked around the high tech plane. It was obvious she wasn't feeling up to speaking anymore about her past just now. She settled into her seat, strapping her seat belt on extra tight. She'd never flown before but the idea frightened her more than just a little. Her gloved hands clutched the seat beneath her as she scoped out the inside of the jet. It was impressive, but Nic seemed to know what to do. She tried to lean back and relax.

"Alright team, this should be simplest of jobs, we go in we put fires out and we leave" Nic said walking onto the ship as the bay doors closed and the launch bays opened, the jet had a cockpit but its autopilot system was so advanced it wasn't needed "This mission is simple enough that we do not require the forming of units, we all go in as one, we should be approaching the site in less than 30 minutes" He said, holding onto the railing above him as the jet shot out of the earth.

John gripped his armrest as they took off. "If it's so simple than why are we being sent in?" He asked, always the interrogator.