Jacque shrugged and got up from the couch, then walked over to the fireplace "We've all got our stories. And, not that i'm going to start sharing what i've done, but believe me when I say no amount of years can wipe away everything. Still, it wasn't as though he himself pulled the triggers. Up until the end he was pretty much clean, well, as clean as he could be for an arms dealer." he said while picking up the bottle of root beer. Jacque pressed his thumbnail just between the cap and the bottle itself, then jerked his thumb up, forcing off the cap with an audible *pop*, "Speaking of years, as far as i'm concerned you're all 'young'. Old enough to buy tobacco, but too young to buy whiskey." he said offhandedly whilst handing Hart her drink.

Now that Jacque thought about it, he was actually the oldest member of Delta Squad, which probably explained why the guys at central had tossed a few beers into the fridge prior to the team's arrival, 'Guess they figured i'd need a drink to deal with these people...probably should've left me something a bit stronger than beer.' he mused. Jacque looked to the doorway, then turned to Hart with that ghost of a smile trying to find its way to his face, "In my opinion though, John deserves a bit of grief. He's the kind of person that likes to mess with people. Out in the civilian world with his powers, he'd be fine, or hell, could run unchecked. At least with us he can be knocked down a peg. Or a flight of stairs. Whichever gets the message across better.".

Hart laughed, picking up her root beer and taking a drink of it. "Just cuz you can legally drink doesn't mean you're the only one who drinks. Bet I could drink you under the table lizard lips." She smiled so he knew she meant no harm. She didn't want to come off as harassing him or worse. After all it was normally her who got harassed. "John's problem is he thinks he's the only orphans with issues and powers. In a way we're all orphans here. Some of us were orphaned by parents. Others were orphaned by society. Hell, Nic was orphaned by his whole freaking planet!" She sighed, resting her gaze on the floor once more. "So if you ask me, I think this place should be our one safe haven. Our one family. We may be extremely dysfunctional... But at least we have each other, right?" She smiled slightly. She wanted them all to know that no matter what she was their ally. She may have a temper and a sarcastic sense of humor but she genuinely wanted to befriend her team. She needed to, really. For once in her life Hart thought that maybe she could have finally found the missing link in her life.

Hikari listened to the conversation, halfway into the living room. As she listened to Hart, she realized just how lucky she was to have had parents at any point in her life. Of course, this realization didn't come without her usual spite. "My parents never did anything except stand in my way when I needed them." she said, walking calmly away. "Honestly, I don't regret any of my actions. Even if I had to fire gun or stab someone, I'd be content with what I did. Wallowing in pity and self loathing is a waste of time." with that, Hikari went upstairs to her room. She picked up a language dictionary and flipped to a random page to start reading. They were all drama queens downstairs, espcially John. He had to learn that there were things you couldn't undo, and you had to cope with that very idea.

Nic silently sunk into the couch as John blew up, He didn't understand what was wrong with John, on Nic's planet battle is so common that it isn't even seen as an act of aggression, simply a task that requires completion, it was difficult to tell that Nic came from a planet where the warriors were so proficient it was as if they were born to fight and in a way that is absolutely true. "I am needing to complete tasks" Nic says standing up and fussing with his wrist mounted computer, its sent the pod that held his suit a message to direct itself to the workshop where he met up with it and mounted it on the repair stand "What did the mean man do to my beautiful suit?" He cooed at the suit, it wasn't too bad but it definitely needed a bit of work

John backed up and looked at the object he had just created. It was hastily thrown together but he had no doubt that it would work fine. To anyone but John it looked like a metal sphere with a fan blade on top.. John however, knew that it was a Flying Servant as he called it. In other words a robot. A very quickly made robot that had hands that had currently been retracted into it's spherical body. John levitated the creation off the ground and walked out of his room, and back into the living room where Hart, Jaque, and Krait were. He set the creation down and looked at them. "Look, I shouldn't have blown up on you guys like that. It's my fault that I did those things, and I need to get over it. Maybe that's the real reason I'm in the this god awful program. To make it up to all the people that are dead because I made the wrong choice. But anyways, to make up for the outburst that I'm sure is fresh in everyone's mind, I made this," John said, gesturing to the sphere that was currently on the floor.

Jacque merely shrugged at what everyone had to say rather than actually talking, having to speak was just as exhausting to him a being around people, if not more so. John's reentry into the room shortly after the departure of Hikari and Nic made Jacque briefly wonder if he'd come back to start a ruckus, in which c however the annoyance steadily growing in Jacque found itself quickly replaced with curiosity as John mentioned a sort of peace offering. Jacque eyed the device with his head cocked sideways, but stayed silent, hoping that someone else would inquire about it so that he could find out and leave to fix his room to his liking.

"ALL MEMBERS OF DELTA SQUAD REPORT TO THE SIMULATOR ROOM" Oracle blared over the loudspeaker in each room "All members of Delta Squad must report to the simulator for a mandatory training session"

Oh goody Roxy thought. A training simulation. How exciting. With one last look at her display, Roxy headed out of her room. She wondered excatly where the training room was. She hadnt taken the time to look around. Oh well when you didn't know what to do follow someone who looked like they did. Roxy decided to seek the others. Surely someone in the group knew where to go.

Jacque's face dropped as the announcement blared from the loudspeaker in the living room. 'So much for figuring out what that sphere thing was and buggering off to my room.' he mused with an audible sigh. Jacque looked up at the loud speaker, "And precisely where IS this damned training room? We're new here after all." He said with an annoyed glare plastered on his face. If Oracle could contact the team via loudspeakers, it could probably also give directions, if not then Jacque would find his room and retire for the evening, training be damned.

Hikari had finally settled down into her bed, when the intercom blasted something about training. "Kuso!" Hikari cursed, "did you have to yell?" she yelled back at the inanimate object, as if it could somehow answer her. When no response came she slid off her bed and slink downstairs. Great, more fun with the juvie six. she thought, watching Jacque as he tried to pry answers from the mystery voice.

John lifted the sphere onto the coffee table, leaving it for later showcasing. He racked his memory for the training room location, but couldn't find anything. He must not have seen it. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Oracle to answer Jaque's request for directions to this mysterious training room.

When the loudspeaker blared Hart jumped so badly she spilled her root-beer all over the front of her white tanktop. "Jesus Christ!" She looked down at herself and sighed. "Wonderful. Simply wonderful." She took off a glove and placed her hand on the stain. It instantly was gone. Getting up, she threw the now empty bottle in the trash can. She realized she had no idea where this training room was. Putting her glove back on she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Do we never get a moment's rest around here?" She squinted at the speaker. "How about we just have a good old fashioned party? That would probably get us all on better terms then a stupid 'training exercise'"

As soon as Krait saw others coming to the room, she went dead silent. She didn't say anything for a moment, before just standing up and walking off. She didn't want to be in another part of group q&a, especially since it was as easy as this to get away from it. Walking to the room with her name on it, she went to open it only to find two sets of keys on the door and double locks. The place seemed to be at least, if not made very recently, then modified, since Krait demanded privacy and it wasn't so usual to have this kind of lock system to be part of a wooden room door. Getting inside, Krait was almost thinking of a refreshing shower before looking at her new desk, and package in there.

On top of the package, she found a note... well, more of an manual than a note, as it was filled with official noting and typing in form of the official records. Not bothering with the papers first, she just opened the package to find something she didn't expect. At first sight, it looked like a christmas decorations for masochists, with all the tubes, straps and needles in it along with a single syringe and several small bottles of some sort of substance, but it did seem to have a bit more purpose to her future than she had assumed at first look into this thing. pulling it up from the casing, it was a size of entire body... size of her body. With a sigh and a slight hint of disgust, she started to go through the paper.

It seemed like the exo skeleton project has a kick off, and this was the prototype she needed to start use from this point on. She was supposed to use it during her future sessions, either on training or missions and report any changes to her usual performance back to HQ. Finishing the quick read of the paper, she then swallowed as she looked at the needles, closing her eyes for a moment in frustration as needles was something she was far from fond of.

After ten minutes or so, Krait was already bare naked, shivering in the bathroom as she looked at the manual and the places she needed to stick the needles in. She wasn't expert in this kind of thing, but she was damned before asking someone else in her room to do this. Carefully getting the first needle in the gear, she slowly sunk it in her left antecubital, wincing ever so slightly. After that, she started to strap the wiring from the needle around the elbow so that the needle wouldn't start turning or moving uncomfortably inside her. It was a painful task, but what the manual had promised was such an upside Krait didn't even need second thoughts before starting to continue the process, slowly starting to cover the important parts of her body, sinking needle after another.

"ALL MEMBERS OF DELTA SQUAD REPORT TO THE SIMULATOR ROOM"

The sudden announcement made Krait almost slip on the cold floor on her bare feet, shouting curses out loud while trying to focus on the task that required pinpoint accuracy. "Fuck. Off..." she just muttered, before continuing her task. It wasn't like she would be walking anywhere if half of this gear hanged freely between her boy and her suit. Besides, she needed to use this gear for the training, so Krait wasn't caring if she missed the first 15 minutes or so if she would get this done first.

The floor shimmered and a blue line appeared from each room, the line then stopped and became a pulse of light that led to the training room "Following the blue line will guide you to the training floor" Oracle spoke over the loudspeaker.

Nic had just finished buffing out the worst of the damage in the suit when the second transmission came through, he cursed to himself in his native tongue, something that translated roughly to "god damn it" before he initiated the mounting sequence for the suit and placed the helmet on with a hiss andfollowed
the blue line to the training room

"Isn't that nice. They provided a pretty blue line for us to follow." Roxy said sacrasticly. Secretly she was glad to have a line she could see rather then a bunch of confusing instructions she had to remember. She wondered exactly what kind of training they were going to be doing.

"Well thank you disembodied female voice," John said as he started down the blue line, a slight swagger in his step despite having had a near meltdown quite recently. He had quickly gotten over that, stowing it in the part of his brain that he often never wandered in. The part of his brain that held his worst memories.

Jacque grunted and followed the line that illuminated a strip of the floor with a grimace. With his back slightly hunched and his eyes glued to the floor, Jacque couldn't help but feel that he looked somewhat stupid, like how a cat or a dog would follow a laser pointer around a room to the amusement of their owner. "Well...at least I won't have to take off a shirt or a pair of boots this time..." Jacque said, following the comment with a small sigh as he realized he'd squandered the time he could've spent getting properly dressed and fixing his room.

Hikari glared at the immediate answer to their question. Why were they doing this anyway? Maybe it was… no. It couldn't be a team building exercise. She'd had enough excitement for the day, and she hated them all. Hikari suppressed a groan and placed her hand against her forehead, suppressing the urge to claw at it. She still followed the line, hoping that she was wrong about the exercise. The last thing any of them were likely to do was bond. They were just too different and lone wolves. Speaking of irritating lone wolves, where was Krait? She'd been down here earlier and was gone now. Maybe she went to her room. Hikari shrugged and walked on.

Even when the directions were given, Krait couldn't give less, as she continued to focus on her task at hand. The places needed to be accurate, and a piece of paper telling her to do something as drastic as this would of seemed far beyond inhuman to most. She was used to it though, not like her body was already like a living test tube filled with chemicals, so what a few more to the mix would do?

Trying to keep her thoughts on that, and not on the needles she was sinking into her body one by one, she was starting to get finished... and there was only a mere few drops of blood dripping on the clean bathroom floor so far. It was a small price, since it seemed this little device was going to be something to remove her biggest weakness... well, the second biggest, emotional set backs would be a bit harder to reconstruct than physical restrains.

Jacque dutifully followed the line throughout the house, barely paying attention to his surroundings save to avoid bumping into furniture or someone else. When the light's trail ended in front of a door, Jacque looked up and read the label on the door, "Simulator room huh? Well this sounds like it'll be fun..." he grumbled as he leaned onto the adjacent wall with his arms folded over his chest and began to wait for the others to arrive.