The Ragnarov Fleet - Explore, Expand, Exploit, Exterminate

[Hekazu]

Faction Sheet for Ragnarov Fleet

Name: Ragnarov Fleet
Graphic:

<Subject to change, but this will be it for now>

Motto: Explore. Expand. Exploit. Exterminate.
Leader: Fleet Legislative Council, the figurehead being the spokesman, but they have no actual power in the council as they merely oversee the process. The council gathers together the most important from each of the official government departments, the military having a higher than usual presence though. A few examples of members of the council would be the primary and secondary fleet admirals, ground operations general, head of the medical facilities and taxation overseer.

Description: The Ragnarov Fleet is not exactly the easiest to approach by outside forces. Their desperation for neverending expansion and consumption to keep themselves alive has led them to become an extremely territorial force, requiring extensive paperwork for anyone to enter the area of space they happen to govern at any given time. Their area of influence does not exactly expand, a more accurate way of describing it would be to say it moves, so while their presence might be a nuisance for some time, eventually they will have cleared themselves (and the planets they found use for) out of the way.

Given how secluded they tend to be, what most outsiders know is simply the fact that where the fleet roams, planets tend to disappear in their wake... and the fact they are very, very willing to trade for most workable metals that they themselves seem to be fervently gathering. As for how they pay, when breaking apart entire planets, one ends with surprising amounts of rare materials with a niche use...

Goals: Founded by the Scroungers, essentially for the Scroungers. The overarching goal is to manage to collect enough ferrous materials to sustain the building of exoframes for the dying race, as well as for weapons and spaceships. Thus what they seek is to take control of planets, exploit them until there remains but a husk, and then recycle the husk. Explore. Expand. Exploit. Exterminate.

Unique Abilities:
Planet harvesting
Few species take resource gathering to the extreme Scroungers (and by extension, the Fleet) do, so they alone possess the technology to break apart entire planets. They have very specific harvesting cycle for each planet: Sow, Exploit, Harvest. In Sowing, they terraform the planet to be hospitable for mining operations, in Exploiting they gather all the resources that are available through conventional means and then finally in Harvesting they break down the rest of it, gathering any resources left behind for trading purposes if nothing else.

Advanced Computation All-Source Intelligence Analysis System (ACASIAS)
The biological supercomputer ACASIAS possesses an intricate neurobioelectric web to all Scrounger infrastructure. High ranking Scroungers jointly use ACASIAS for nearly instant communication, calculations, and processing/storing large amount of data, for instance, the genetic sequences for the Xenoendoplantation Lab. ACASIAS also engineers/mass manufactures the majority of the technology the Universal Nova utilizes, including the nanobots for a Scrounger's Nano-Modules.

Territories:
Universal Nova, a giant artificial planet that acts as their home base. The building of it began as it became evident that the Scroungers would need to harvest their entire home system and would need a somewhat transportable home base for themselves, given how their life would turn out from this point onward. It is capable of supporting life like any real planet of its size, perhaps even more since it is not prone to natural disasters. And, most importantly, with enough transport ships, it is capable of changing locations.

Exploitation zone, or what others would call the moving territory of the fleet. Once planets are harvested, the fleet moves onward, obtaining another mining settlement for themselves. Currently its centre point is around a planet labelled as Pavor Prime. These planets usually have little to no defences themselves and trust the fleet to be capable of defending them. Due to this, the size of the exploitation zone is largely dependent on the size of the fleet itself. As of this moment, the size of the zone roughly equals 1/10th of what UFP governs.

• Critical Point: Harvester, a one of a kind mining platform capable of carefully disassembling spent planets and recycling the materials they still house within through the use of adaptive self replicating nanomachines. Harvester is then capable of breaking the machines down into the materials they built themselves out of once again, this meaning the process pretty much involves turning the husk of a planet into nanobots, which are then turned back into the disassembled planet.
• Critical Point: The Titan, known to outsiders better as The Ragnarov Titan. This ship is essentially a massive weapon, with more weapons strapped on top and some resemblance of steering control to make the spaceship operable. The Titan has proven to be capable of destroying entire planets with continued bombardment in the space of less a standard tenday all by itself. Theoretically its effective range extends to 10.0 light years, but since debris usually drops the effectiveness more than can be accounted for, the actual effective range is closer to 1.0 light years.
• Critical Point: Sower, a giant terraforming facility attached to a spaceship, created for hastening the process of preparing a planet for exploitation. Due to how it is not safe to exceed certain speeds in terraforming relative to the size of a planet, the sower has been observed to terraform any planet within ten standard days.

Allies:
United Federation of Planets, loosely
Enemies:
None, thus far.

Members:
@Hekazu's Characters: General Creft, lead of ground based operations, as well as Duke Virne, overseer of internal security. Both are part of the council.
@Gordian Nought's Characters: Captain Vropda
@JBRam2002's Characters: Head Medic Ceraun Farohm, one of the council
@Zverda's Characters: Chief of Special Operations, Chayyliel/Drekavac, one of the council
@Corporal Lance's Characters: Nick Zelthis
@Big Dread's Characters: Abasil Ubain Tekeil

[JBRam2002]

Medic reporting for duty!
@Hekazu

Ceraun Farohm

Character Sheet for Ceraun Farohm

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Name: Ceraun Farohm.
Nicknames: Ceraun, Ceri, Medic, Doc
Title: Fleet Head Medic

Height: 5’-5” (165 cm)
Weight: 125 lb (57 kg)
Age: ?? - Ceraun herself has lost track. Age has no meaning for her race. Suffice to say, she is older than most other members of the fleet.
Race: Oujavu. A race of multi-hued bipedal humanoids that are generally highly attuned to magic. The Oujavu were conquered by the Scroungers nearly 50 years ago, and the majority of the race was wiped out. The Oujavu are proud folk, most unwilling to bend the knee under the benevolent terms offered by the Scroungers. They wished their lands preserved, which was a non-starter. A select few realized that survival meant servitude, and offered their services to the Scroungers.

Oujavu can live to be an almost indeterminable age, but reproduce extremely slowly. On their planet, they had no natural predators and lived in harmony with nature. A millennium could pass before another child was brought into the tribe. Despite this agelessness, most Oujavu did not seek to better themselves, instead being content with a mere existence alongside other life. When the Scroungers arrived, the Oujavu were slow to defend themselves or to make talks. So slow, in fact, that their planet was destroyed before most understood what was happening. The members of the Oujavu who did better themselves tended to focus on magic or agriculture over technology.

Oujavu can be of several different colors ranging from blues and greens to reds and purples. Their pointed ears are reminiscent of elves in other worlds, and they have long been attuned to watery domains. After their race was assimilated, a handful of Oujavu found themselves on the dry spaceships of the Scroungers performing odd magical tasks. Few rose above the ranks of menial laborers, but those who did were able to find high-ranking positions either in ships or on the council.

Tier: Medium - Advanced. Ceraun is able to manipulate magical energies to affect technological devices safely, which is a rare and potent ability.

Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Ceraun in the environment she inhabits is the lack of an exoframe. The second thing would be her light blue skin and deep blue hair that reaches the middle of her back. Ceraun has a thin but athletic frame, streamlined as if designed for swimming. She wears clothing that allows for free movement but still is reminiscent of the flowy robes of her people. She maintains a caring and positive expression on her face, but when she believes no one is around, a wistful demeanor takes hold.

Personality: Ceraun generally shows a positive outlook on life, even in the worst of situations. Her typical goal is to make the best of any situation, and she does so with a smile, gaining the most enjoyment out of any task she sets herself to. She is dedicated and loyal, and a trusted member of the Council. Her first motivation is survival, primarily for herself but also for those she cares about. Although she does not naturally learn facts and rote memorization quickly, she is very quick to pick up skills and the general idea of things. When she is not on duty, she can be seen scrounging through the archives of the Scroungers, learning as much as she can about the people. Fifty years with them, and she still has more to learn.

Her duties have brought her in close contact with nearly every member of the higher echelons of the Scroungers military, and she is one of the few people who could tell you what most of them look like without their exoframes. She acts as a mix between doctor and psychologist, delving deep into what makes people tick. However, behind her outgoing exterior is a solid wall that deflects any personal information. No one yet has been able to crack her shell, even if some believe otherwise. She cares about those she cares for, but her top priority is always herself.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
Technomancy
Manipulation - This magical aptitude lets Ceraun manipulate anything from a swarm of nanomachines that she hacks into with her spells to controlling unhardened vehicles and equipment with far less effort. The more complex, advanced, sophisticated or alien a technology is, the more time, effort, and focus it takes for her to do so. Having spent half a century among the Scroungers, modifying their technology is nearly second nature. She is able to bolster and restore programming, even reviving fried circuitry. In addition, manipulating technology in general comes easier to Ceraun than healing. Where normal mages would be faster at healing and slower with technology, Ceraun’s attunement is reversed.

Conjuration
Healing - Being attuned to nature, Ceraun can tap into the magic of life itself and heal even terrible wounds. While able to prevent critical and immediate life threatening injuries, she's unable to restore missing portions of the body such as organs. She can only heal living things using spells like these, and does so at a slower pace than affecting technology.

Revival - Ceraun can, provided the target would not die upon its resurrection again, use tremendous amounts of magic to bring the dead back to life, reuniting body, mind and spirit. So powerful is magic like this, that she can return the undead to the living, the trapped to the free or the incorporeal to the corporeal. The biggest challenge is gathering enough magical ether and having the focus to do so. If the target has been dead for more than a few hours, Ceraun does not possess the magical ability to revive them. However, an ally who fell in the heat of battle might only take moments to revive. Like all magic, Ceraun can only cast so much before she runs out and must meditate or recharge to gain more.

Projected Barrier - Ceraun can project a one-way barrier that prevents incoming fire while allowing her allies behind it to continue firing while it is active. The barrier is approximately 20 ft wide by 10 ft tall (6 m wide x 3 m tall) and can withstand a moderate amount of fire before it is destroyed. If enemies flank or attack from a point that is not blocked by the barrier, the barrier is completely ineffective. They can even physically pass through the barrier unharmed, as the barrier is effectively a magical inertial dampener.

Electromancy
- Lightning Bolt: Ceraun can cast spells that unleash currents of dangerous electricity at those she wishes. They can range from startling jolts, to blasts of lightning that can inflict actual injury and harm to beings or technology, especially ones that aren't grounded or are in contact with water. Unlike her healing magic, Ceraun’s Electromancy is just as effective on people as it is on tech.

As an Oujavu, Ceraun is deeply in tune with magical abilities. Specifically, she is excellent at healing, and is even capable of technomancy, both with restoration and control. Her power stems from eons of attunement with nature, and is supplemented by the energy provided by the Scroungers. She must either spend an hour each day accepting energy from the Scroungers through her implant, or spend ten minutes communing with a natural environment. In a sustained fight, she can run out of magical energy, but will still remain fairly effective with simple yet powerful cantrips she has learned through the years.

Items: Ceraun has also been granted a personal jetpack for easy maneuverability and is rarely seen without the tools of her trade, including a medical bag full of vials of nanobots and medical supplies. She carries a simple pistol at her side in situations where her magic may fail her, but rarely uses it. Ceraun has an implant at the base of her neck that allows her to physically connect with exoframes or power sources. This implant boosts her innate connection to technology and allows her to assume direct control over every function of certain technological devices, or it allows her to convert technological energy into magical, fueling her powers.

History: For millennia, Ceraun had found that her magical powers were most effective when dealing with what technology her tribe had, but as technology was not the priority of any Oujavu, she was less than effective among them. She honed her abilities through automata she constructed herself: first carved from wood and sticks, and later golems made from clay or stone. When her world was destroyed by the Scroungers, she eschewed her own race to live with them, favoring her own survival over the continued existence of her planet.

Upon assimilation, Ceraun soon proved herself a powerful ally. She provided a distinct niche that the Scroungers heretofore had lacked: the ability to restore dying tissue or technology to its original state. Her assistance has been invaluable in the Scroungers’ attempts to prolong their degradation, and she was one of a large team of scientists to work on developing the newer exoframes (although she could hardly be called a scientist herself). She soon rose to become a trusted member of the Council, her advice a calming and steady approach in contrast with the General’s headstrong attitude. However, she would never question an order given by the General, and has been known to accompany him in dangerous ground fights, both to provide support and to give her a chance to touch down on solid ground, one of the few accommodations that Universal Nova (the ship they inhabit) is unable to provide.

[Hekazu]

Medic reporting for duty!
@Hekazu

Ceraun Farohm

Character Sheet for Ceraun Farohm

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Name: Ceraun Farohm.
Nicknames: Ceraun, Ceri, Medic, Doc
Title: Fleet Head Medic

Height: 5’-5” (165 cm)
Weight: 125 lb (57 kg)
Age: ?? - Ceraun herself has lost track. Age has no meaning for her race. Suffice to say, she is older than most other members of the fleet.
Race: Oujavu. A race of multi-hued bipedal humanoids that are generally highly attuned to magic. The Oujavu were conquered by the Scroungers nearly 50 years ago, and the majority of the race was wiped out. The Oujavu are proud folk, most unwilling to bend the knee under the benevolent terms offered by the Scroungers. They wished their lands preserved, which was a non-starter. A select few realized that survival meant servitude, and offered their services to the Scroungers.

Oujavu can live to be an almost indeterminable age, but reproduce extremely slowly. On their planet, they had no natural predators and lived in harmony with nature. A millennium could pass before another child was brought into the tribe. Despite this agelessness, most Oujavu did not seek to better themselves, instead being content with a mere existence alongside other life. When the Scroungers arrived, the Oujavu were slow to defend themselves or to make talks. So slow, in fact, that their planet was destroyed before most understood what was happening. The members of the Oujavu who did better themselves tended to focus on magic or agriculture over technology.

Oujavu can be of several different colors ranging from blues and greens to reds and purples. Their pointed ears are reminiscent of elves in other worlds, and they have long been attuned to watery domains. After their race was assimilated, a handful of Oujavu found themselves on the dry spaceships of the Scroungers performing odd magical tasks. Few rose above the ranks of menial laborers, but those who did were able to find high-ranking positions either in ships or on the council.

Tier: Medium - Advanced. Ceraun is able to manipulate magical energies to affect technological devices safely, which is a rare and potent ability.

Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Ceraun in the environment she inhabits is the lack of an exoframe. The second thing would be her light blue skin and deep blue hair that reaches the middle of her back. Ceraun has a thin but athletic frame, streamlined as if designed for swimming. She wears clothing that allows for free movement but still is reminiscent of the flowy robes of her people. She maintains a caring and positive expression on her face, but when she believes no one is around, a wistful demeanor takes hold.

Personality: Ceraun generally shows a positive outlook on life, even in the worst of situations. Her typical goal is to make the best of any situation, and she does so with a smile, gaining the most enjoyment out of any task she sets herself to. She is dedicated and loyal, and a trusted member of the Council. Her first motivation is survival, primarily for herself but also for those she cares about. Although she does not naturally learn facts and rote memorization quickly, she is very quick to pick up skills and the general idea of things. When she is not on duty, she can be seen scrounging through the archives of the Scroungers, learning as much as she can about the people. Fifty years with them, and she still has more to learn.

Her duties have brought her in close contact with nearly every member of the higher echelons of the Scroungers military, and she is one of the few people who could tell you what most of them look like without their exoframes. She acts as a mix between doctor and psychologist, delving deep into what makes people tick. However, behind her outgoing exterior is a solid wall that deflects any personal information. No one yet has been able to crack her shell, even if some believe otherwise. She cares about those she cares for, but her top priority is always herself.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
Technomancy
Manipulation - This magical aptitude lets Ceraun manipulate anything from a swarm of nanomachines that she hacks into with her spells to controlling unhardened vehicles and equipment with far less effort. The more complex, advanced, sophisticated or alien a technology is, the more time, effort, and focus it takes for her to do so. Having spent half a century among the Scroungers, modifying their technology is nearly second nature. She is able to bolster and restore programming, even reviving fried circuitry. In addition, manipulating technology in general comes easier to Ceraun than healing. Where normal mages would be faster at healing and slower with technology, Ceraun’s attunement is reversed.

Conjuration
Healing - Being attuned to nature, Ceraun can tap into the magic of life itself and heal even terrible wounds. While able to prevent critical and immediate life threatening injuries, she's unable to restore missing portions of the body such as organs. She can only heal living things using spells like these, and does so at a slower pace than affecting technology.

Revival - Ceraun can, provided the target would not die upon its resurrection again, use tremendous amounts of magic to bring the dead back to life, reuniting body, mind and spirit. So powerful is magic like this, that she can return the undead to the living, the trapped to the free or the incorporeal to the corporeal. The biggest challenge is gathering enough magical ether and having the focus to do so. If the target has been dead for more than a few hours, Ceraun does not possess the magical ability to revive them. However, an ally who fell in the heat of battle might only take moments to revive. Like all magic, Ceraun can only cast so much before she runs out and must meditate or recharge to gain more.

Projected Barrier - Ceraun can project a one-way barrier that prevents incoming fire while allowing her allies behind it to continue firing while it is active. The barrier is approximately 20 ft wide by 10 ft tall (6 m wide x 3 m tall) and can withstand a moderate amount of fire before it is destroyed. If enemies flank or attack from a point that is not blocked by the barrier, the barrier is completely ineffective. They can even physically pass through the barrier unharmed, as the barrier is effectively a magical inertial dampener.

Electromancy
- Lightning Bolt: Ceraun can cast spells that unleash currents of dangerous electricity at those she wishes. They can range from startling jolts, to blasts of lightning that can inflict actual injury and harm to beings or technology, especially ones that aren't grounded or are in contact with water. Unlike her healing magic, Ceraun’s Electromancy is just as effective on people as it is on tech.

As an Oujavu, Ceraun is deeply in tune with magical abilities. Specifically, she is excellent at healing, and is even capable of technomancy, both with restoration and control. Her power stems from eons of attunement with nature, and is supplemented by the energy provided by the Scroungers. She must either spend an hour each day accepting energy from the Scroungers through her implant, or spend ten minutes communing with a natural environment. In a sustained fight, she can run out of magical energy, but will still remain fairly effective with simple yet powerful cantrips she has learned through the years.

Items: Ceraun has also been granted a personal jetpack for easy maneuverability and is rarely seen without the tools of her trade, including a medical bag full of vials of nanobots and medical supplies. She carries a simple pistol at her side in situations where her magic may fail her, but rarely uses it. Ceraun has an implant at the base of her neck that allows her to physically connect with exoframes or power sources. This implant boosts her innate connection to technology and allows her to assume direct control over every function of certain technological devices, or it allows her to convert technological energy into magical, fueling her powers.

History: For millennia, Ceraun had found that her magical powers were most effective when dealing with what technology her tribe had, but as technology was not the priority of any Oujavu, she was less than effective among them. She honed her abilities through automata she constructed herself: first carved from wood and sticks, and later golems made from clay or stone. When her world was destroyed by the Scroungers, she eschewed her own race to live with them, favoring her own survival over the continued existence of her planet.

Upon assimilation, Ceraun soon proved herself a powerful ally. She provided a distinct niche that the Scroungers heretofore had lacked: the ability to restore dying tissue or technology to its original state. Her assistance has been invaluable in the Scroungers’ attempts to prolong their degradation, and she was one of a large team of scientists to work on developing the newer exoframes (although she could hardly be called a scientist herself). She soon rose to become a trusted member of the Council, her advice a calming and steady approach in contrast with the General’s headstrong attitude. However, she would never question an order given by the General, and has been known to accompany him in dangerous ground fights, both to provide support and to give her a chance to touch down on solid ground, one of the few accommodations that Universal Nova (the ship they inhabit) is unable to provide.

@JBRam2002

Added to the group. Welcome to the Fleet!

[Dark Light]

Hmm, Would you be interested in having my not-yet-approved character as part of the ground team.

Character

Anya Alexi

Name: She goes by many aliases with her name changing as often and as easily as her appearance.
Title(s): 'Shadow queen', 'Blood witch', 'Demoness', 'Erinyes' and 'Succubus'.
These names, while not objected to, are never self proclaimed. Such titles have always been given or earned.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 149lbs
Age: 27 by approximation of appearance.
Race/Species: Human to all knowledge by apparent physiology and appearance.

Tier/Influence: Low 3(Regional);
By all accounts she is a highly skilled human and very good at what she does. With a lifetime of dedication and training she is skilled beyond your standard law-enforcer or military personnel. Once backed by a limitless funding greater than any government, advanced experimental technology puts her ahead of even most secret services and special forces.

Group(s): Nothing yet

Appearance: Known to change as easily as the wind. She has a fondness for standing out despite it being against her best interests. Usually opting for bright coloured hair. She chooses tight dark pants, functional footwear, a simple shirt and stylish jacket. She goes light on the jewellery and make up unless it's a special event but has plenty of both.
The one thing about her appearance that doesn't change is her slim, toned, physical physique.

current appearance

previous look

Personality:
A confident sexy sultry seductress. She is mischievous, selfish and a compulsive manipulating liar. Proudly a professional escort and an assassin, one role serves as a source of financial income while the other is just a bit of fun. She never shares which is which though. She does what she wants, not knowing or believing in boundaries. Nor respecting the law. While not hot headed she has a stubborn streak that is backed by a calm and collected calculating patience.
Deep inside she is broken. Incapable of a loving relationship and tormented with unresting insecurities.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

• ^{( Low/3 )} Highly trained infiltrator assassin.
  Just another tool on the battlefield of corporate greed. She was raised a weapon for the wealthy elite. They made her fast, flexible, cold, ruthless, deadly and efficient. Until she became something they could no longer control. Her entire childhood life was a nothing more than an endless mix of harsh training exercises and experiments. While continuously used and abused until her escape she gathered an accumulation of the following skills making her regionally known, feared, lust after and hated.^{( Low/2 )} Gymnastics, acrobatics, climbing, stealth, disguise, subterfuge, linguistics, persuasion, interrogation, sleight-of-hand, hacking, marital arts, hand to hand, melee weapons, throwing knives, marksman, sniping.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Healthy Nano blood.
  Her blood is majority synthesised, made up of advanced nano technology. As well as other things this keeps her healthy, hastens the healing of small wounds, prevents bleeding out, fights off disease, infection and poison.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Physical 'bloody' Persuasion
  People are tricky to control. Objects however not so much. This ability clearly seems to boarder into the world of telekinesis as it grants her the faint ability to manipulate her blood external to her body and/or objects coated in her blood, using just her will.
  While she can control her blood in amazing and fascinating unnatural ways, the connection quickly dissipates over distance, time and as the blood cools or coagulates. The nano tech in her blood only stays alive for some short time after leaving her body.
  Her favoured weapon is a rope dart with spikes in the grips. Squeezing tightly spills her blood into the absorbent material giving her and unnatural control over the inanimate object. Making it dance to her will, it writhes and moves as if alive.
  Cutting herself with a knife before throwing it grants her the ability to manipulate it mid flight, altering its path and speed.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Mental Persuasion
  The nick name Succubus came from her ability to get into the minds of and persuade others. While she is an extremely clever and cunning mentalist who is equally diplomatic and intimidating it is her abilities beyond her feminine wiles that truly earned her that nick name.
  But. Applying blood to another's brain is no easy task.
  Alcoholic beverages work well, a deep kiss after a small bite on her own lip will also suffice. It is not complete control, she cannot take another's free will. She merely implants suggestions and ideas while making them more susceptible and fond of herself.

Items:

• ^{( low/2 )} Poisoners ring
  A modern take on an old assassins tool. More subtle and stylish it's harder to detect and intricate to use. Holds two pills or of equal amount powder/liquid.
• ^{( low/2 )} Rope dart.
  Of all her fancy gear and technology this is not one. A standard ancient weapon made more resilient and efficient with modern materials and a razor sharp end.
• ^{( low/2 )} Garrotte
  Simple and efficient, what appears like and functions as a normal stick of lipstick also holds a long coil of razor wire. With a twist the main body slips out of the outer shell creating the two handles that the wire stretches between.
• ^{( low/3 )} Sniper (in case)
  Another of her necessary suitcases when travelling. It's about having the right tool for the right job. A customised military issue sniper rifle with minor spec adjustments to her liking.
• ^{( low/2 )} Small Throwing knives
  She has...
  Four sharp pretty knives.
  Three dangerous explosive impact.
  Two electrifying static burst.
  One pressurised Insta smoke-cloud.
  (And a partridge in a pear tree.)
• ^{( low/3 )} Concealed tiny gun.
  A gun so small it can be palmed in her hand. Non detectable by nearly all means of arms detection. It only holds 3 shots and is only deadly at close range.
• ^{( med/4 )} Night/heat vision glasses.
  Appearing as some-what normal and fashionable glasses the internal is actually a screen that displays what you would normally see if they were standard glasses, with a few additional extras.
  The display instantly protects against any bright or overwhelming flashes. It can be set to night vision or infra red. They also have a record or live stream function. Complete with a microphone and speaker for two way communication.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Mini spy/attack drone.
  For those times you don't want to leave the house or get your hands dirty.
  This suitcase drone is easy to fly, has a good quality camera capable of night vision, is as quiet as they come and can fire off up to 10 silenced shots at medium to close range.
• ^{( Med/4 )} The Chamn'LP-SBS
  A chameleon nano tech life preservation altering smart body suit.
  Custom built and designed for her alone, this body hugging, light, adjustable fitting, bullet proof, temperature steady, colour changing outfit is one of a kind.
  A built in heart monitor is always at the ready to bring her back from cardiac arrest. (Once per charge, disabling all other functions.)
  Consisting of some tight full length pants and a short sleeved low cut top it can not only change its colour to suit her mood or to blend into the surroundings, but it can also slightly alter its physical texture, tightness and appearance thereby looking like a different piece of clothing.
  The shirt is still a shirt but it might have hemming along the now loose sleeves and a bright logo on the back. Great for disappearing, on a snipers hill or in a crowd.
  It is controlled by an iPod-like device complete with headphones that link to her glasses when input into her ear.
• ^{( Low/3 )} Drugs Case.
  She is quite proud of this little bad boy. A large secure air locked suitcase built to appear casual while secretly requiring fingerprint ID on top of a combination code. With in built X-Ray deception. Inside is a plethora of pill jars, syringes, vials, powders and other strange substances along with all the advanced first aid tools like bandages, scalpels, gauss, thermometer and IV bags. A chemical analysis machine is also readily accessible on the inside. A pouch holds a messy array of detailed yet fraudulent licences and permission forms, while the seriously illegal stuff is further hidden beneath a second secret layer.
  The drugs range from legal pain killers and first aid ointments, to licensed medical treatments such as advanced steroids and adrenalin. From the illegal things found peddled on shady street corners and to the classified stuff found only at military research bases.
  While she didn't fear a high, it wasn't all just for the medical and poisoning application, or even the slight edge and advantage one could gain while being on such substances. It was also a tool of trade and mingling.
  These supplies while dangerous, give her opportunities and flexibility on missions. However the suitcase is often difficult and unnecessary to bring along, instead she often ops to pick just what she needs for the job leaving the rest behind somewhere safe.

History:
She never knew her parents, there is no record of her birth. She was raised by a team who saw her only as an asset and mistreated her emotional needs. She was a project, an experiment and she guessed not the only one. But nonetheless she was a success.

They did a lot of bad things to her. Pushed her to the edge of breaking. Subsequently she did a lot of bad things to a lot of other people. She took each test and mission as a chance to improve, to grow stronger, to please her superiors, gain Intel and trust, and one day. Bite back.

This was the driving force that pushed her beyond her limits to excel and held her back from falling over that edge of no return. Vengeance.

Even at the end of a violent and brutal retributive massacre she was pained to learn that she had reached nowhere near the head of the snake and even this in its gory and bloody vengeful defiance was to his will, just another move in a grander game.
Having played her part, understanding or not, willingly or not, she was done. Defeated. Gave up and ran away.

[Hekazu]

@Dark Light
Not respecting the law might become a problem within the Ragnarov Fleet as their army is trained to be extremely obedient and not to question a single order given to them. Other than that, I do not see a problem in including a solo-operator like her, as the Fleet is not above using dirty tactics to gain advantage.

Let's talk more about it once her sheet is finalised and approved, shall we?

[JBRam2002]

@Dark LightI will add that we will likely do a fair amount of planning on Discord. It makes conversations between several people much simpler, and it does not show our intentions to the whole galaxy. It is likely that workarounds could be found, but I personally would request you joined our Discord server upon acceptance by @Hekazu. It isn't a bad place once you get used to it. Just like the food is delicious if you hope -really- hard.

[Corporal Lance]

Howdy y'all!

I got referred here by @Hekazu in the Discord when it was mentioned that members were still needed, so here I am! If there's any info I gotta know before signing on or anything you wanna know from me about my character or his fit in all this, please call it to my attention.

Nick Zelthis

Name: Nicholas "Nick" Zelthis
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 152
Age: 37

Race/Species: Endovan

The Endovans are a race of social parasites by evolution, descending from a cuttlefish-like organism then known as Piscis Figura Mutationem. Named after the toxic Endovii Crevice where they were discovered on Androstra, this race of aquatic creatures developed a curious evolutionary defense mechanism to survive the Androstran harsh climate. While other creatures became hardier and more enduring to the incredible heat and gaseous atmosphere, Piscis Figura Mutationem continued to exist through cellular mutation through inclusive RNA. Lightly put, they copied the genetic code of the living things around them. In this manner of survival the Endovans could survive the freezing winters when the sun was far from the planet and the blazing summers where the oceans would boil within the same generation, increasing their odds of survival.

It came to be that these organisms would eventually happen upon sentient visitors to their planet for study and to cultivate the rich metal deposits of Androstra. When they came in contact with this exalted species their intelligence began to rapidly climb until they were well within the same scope of sapient as the invading off-worlders. And so they formed society yet still kept their animalistic roots. The Id, the basic needs to feed, procreate, and gain resources. The local colony had plenty of these resources. Piscis Figura Mutationem continued contact with the squatters, the most intelligent of those succeeding, and the most rapidly evolving of those becoming more successful still.

Within another few generations still they would grasp the pinnacle of sentient evolution: society. Society made it incredibly easy to survive, to eat, to live. The smarter ones began to resemble the invading species and mimic their mannerisms, masquerading as the visiting party in order to gain access to comfortable habitats and food sources. At a cost, of course, but a cost they needn't have to pay. The Endovans contributed nothing and bled supplies dry, spreading paranoia among the off-worlders. Their rapidly evolving cells needed a massive source of energy to keep going, and death from starvation could come in as little as a week without the crutch of civilization.

With local resources exhausted, the Endovans, now a fully-fledged sapient menace, took to the stars on stolen shuttles to become a problem for other worlds.

Tier/Influence: 3

An Endovans mere existence, benevolent or no, can put strain on a local populace for their mere need to feed and spark panic if they are discovered.

Group(s): Currently unaligned

Appearance

Nicholas's original and preferred form is a handsome youth of an average build, maybe a little on the athletic side, with quite an average height of 5'9" and a typical weight of 155lbs . His chestnut brown hair is short and quite curly, clashing with his icy blue eyes that flit from piercing to reflective to warm in an instant, their dark circles displaying a hint of redness along their edges from stress. His skin is healthily tanned but not overly so, with no scarring to speak of or tattoos or brands. His tone varies depending on however he wishes to sound, but his voice is higher in pitch than most other young men and somewhat dulled when in a neutral mood. He's quite expressive when he's faking who he is, otherwise he keeps an interested expression that can be taken many ways.

That being said this is not his true form, only the one he feels most comfortable and familiar with. Nick is of a unique species able to change his appearance nearly at will, and can assume a menagerie of different identities based on need. He can appear to be any other humanoid form of a similar size, even those of other genders, adopting new features as he sees fit to do so. Changing skin tone, hair color, and even his own voice is akin to putting on another outfit to him.

His "style" will greatly depend on what's necessary at the moment, what species he is, and what persona he adopts at the moment. None of it is set quite in stone, however if Nick has a preference it's between loose-fitting clothing that allows him more freedom to alter his body type or layered clothing that lets him more freely swap faces on the move. Baggy tees, shorts under jeans, reversible jackets, hoodies, multipurpose shoes, all of these things lend themselves to the shapeshifter's preferred "look" as far as utility goes. If necessary, he'll don some "working gear" however he prefers to blending in, not standing out.

Personality

Charismatic, outgoing, and incredibly irresponsible to the point of becoming a chronic problem, Nick isn't without his roguish charm. The smart-aleck has a comeback or taunt for any exchange as if it's second nature and doesn't quite realize that words can hurt until after he's spoken them. The man acts like he's invincible, his devil-may-care attitude leading him into metaphorical oncoming trains with a wry grin on his lips. Nick does what's fun, not what's always best, though he can have a meticulous streak if he's trying to achieve something. Pulling the wool over the eyes of others is a favorite game of his and he hates to lose these, every social encounter a contest or trial to get people to see him as he wants them to.

That being said, for being so "fearless" Nick resorts to underhanded tactics quite often. Touching nerves, cheap shots, dirty tricks, nothing's beneath him as far as he's concerned because "it doesn't matter if I win fair and square, what matters is I won". He avoids confrontations he thinks he'll lose and instigates where he thinks he'll find enjoyment. Not one to keep his hands still, Nick is often the center or origin of a lot of drama or conflict almost to the fact that it fuels him. While careless and an adrenaline junkie, Nick is anything but stupid and always has some sort of plan on the backburner even if it's a half-baked one.

He's crass, brash, and endearing when he wants to be, always seeking the easiest solution or the most entertaining. His extroverted nature can sometimes be a breath of fresh air to the serious when he's not being a spike in their heel. At his best he can be fun, engaging, witty, and driven. At his worst he can be biting, selfish, cowardly, and a personal safety risk.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers

• Skinwalker - 3
  Nicholas possesses the ability to take select forms of his choosing, albeit with restrictions. These forms must be similar to his own: four limbs, a head, and around the same size although there can be variations. Any extra limbs can be generated with great effort although they will be vestigial and not useful. A tail he grows will just dangle there without the nerves to use it, for example. This form can be any form of which he has encountered DNA from and can vary wildly from the original form. For instance, if he obtains human DNA Nick can become a human of any similar quality to the original meaning skin color, eye color, facial structure, hair, etc. Genders, of course, require additional genetic information.
  
  This change is not instantaneous and takes nearly 5 minutes of excruciating pain to complete as his bones shift and his cells die off en masse to be replaced by new ones from his cellular organ.
• Perfect Cells - 2
  Constantly regenerating in order to become something else, the cells in Nick's body are able to quickly and efficiently repair the damage he receives to it. While not to any superhuman degree, he recovers from attacks at an advanced metabolic rate compared to other creatures and repurposes the nutrients and caloric energies available to him faster than the average member of any other race. Small cuts and scrapes can completely disappear in tens of minutes, broken bones can regenerate within a week's time (at least to a degree to risk using the limb), and he can even regenerate lost parts of his body over the course of a few months.
• Parasyte - 3
  To further survive in unknown environments and blend into the host society, Nick's race borrows certain physiological aspects from the species they mimic. This change is never great enough to fully belong to that race, however it's often enough to survive in harsh environments or go about communities relatively unnoticed. This genetic material can't make up more than 30% of Nick's biomass or his body begins to either reject or identify with it, limiting his transforming potential.
  
  Nick has the ability to borrow genetic advantages from other species. When he comes into contact with the genetic code from another humanoid through his skin (skin-to-skin contact, blood, hair, saliva, etc.) he can borrow a level 2 Ability from them for a period of time not to exceed 8 hours, though this can be extended through repeated contact. He may only borrow one trait at a time and manifesting this trait takes 5 minutes much like his Skinwalker ability. Manifesting this Ability to borrow another one similarly takes another 5 minutes. Nicholas can only manifest Abilities from genetic code he's encountered in the past week, any longer and it's already out of his system. Anything higher than Tier 2 is beyond the mimicry capabilities of his stem cells. This Ability must be genetic in nature and can't be imbued through, say, cybernetic enhancements or specialized training.
• Restoree - 2
  The cells in Nick's body regenerate very quickly due to his enhanced metabolism, allowing his race to survive in many more harsh environments. This constant cellular regeneration filters toxins much quicker out of Nick's body, absorbing foreign agents into his cells and allowing those to die while he creates new ones. He can stay alive longer in environments with oppressive atmospheres and can recover from being poisoned or drugged naturally on his own at a rate that would put other creatures to shame. For every minute a human can survive in any sort of oppressive environment, Nick can survive for 10, although he degenerates at the same rate (such as with mustard gas causing coughing and eventually death or space causing not-so-much coughing and a much quicker death). Additionally and as evolution intended, he can pretty much eat whatever he wants in any sort of edible state.
• Mockingbird - 1
  Part of donning an entirely new identity is sounding the part, a skill that Nicholas has mastered through time and effort. The vast majority of all living things are able to change their tone of voice through the shrinking and elongation of their vocal chords, giving pitch and tone to communicate different sounds and even going insofar as mimicking another sound or voice completely. Luckily for Nick the malleability of his species allows him to stretch and contort his vocal chords with relative ease, allowing him to sound exactly like any other vocal creature he's heard and even impersonate non-humanoid sounds of certain varieties. This ability is rather low in tier as basic humans can do some really good impressions, have you seen Rich Little?
• Social Chameleon - 2
  The most important part of blending in is knowing the lingo, the scene, and the mannerisms. Nick possesses an innate enhanced ability to pick up and learn new information related to people far above basic human understanding as if specifically trained. He never forgets a name, slides into appropriate social encounters with the ease of a nobleman, and picks up on languages in a matter of weeks at least to the point of basic comprehension.
• Dumb Enough to Try, Quick Enough to Succeed - 1
  His athleticism isn't anything special or superhuman, but Nick can run and brawl fairly competently when asked to. This mostly comes from experience in saying/doing something stupid where he needs to bail himself out. And the quickest way to make sure things don't get any worse is to book it at a sprint or throw a punch, right? He's not the fastest or strongest out there, but Nick is fit enough to get by when the situation calls for it.
• Pain is an Illusion. An Illusion That Hurts. - 1
  Much like his fitness, Nick can take a punch better than most although not to any serious degree. In his case he realizes that whatever damage he suffers will repair itself in time, and that kind of attitude can lead to him taking more punishment before hitting the dirt than others. While still basically human in this capability, Nick can be burnt, shot, or suffer a broken bone and still have enough frame of mind to limp away as quick as he can if he can't full-on run for the hills.
• Cloak and Dagger - 2
  Either through subterfuge, manipulation, or just some good ol' fashioned sneakin' around and being shady, Nick is fairly skilled at getting into places he shouldn't. Throughout his short life he's had to mask his presence to get by so much so that it's become routine. Infiltration isn't a skill or a profession for him, it's a lifestyle.

Items

• Nothin' Special - 1
  While equipment is nice, you can't really rely on it like you can yourself. Nick doesn't carry any sort of specialized gear with him wherever he goes unless supplied to him or picked up on-site. He prefers to use what's available to him because if he changes faces he may need to ditch it anyway. That being said, Nick carries a believable amount of things on him, just the bare essentials. Wallet, snacks, communication device, lighter, snacks, makeup kit, snacks, keys, the usual. Also snacks. The hunger is real.

History

Noretha Zelthis was a hard-working woman in the poorer city of Maeter before she had Nicholas, where she worked as a waitress in a run-down restaurant on Andros. She was a subtle sort of beautiful, one that was easily overlooked if you happened to be passing by. But not to one individual with a chipper attitude. Enraptured with a charismatic young man with promises.of a better life, she quickly grew to love him and was looking forward to settling down. Yet soon after she grew pregnant he disappeared for good. Saddled with a child on a single mother's income, life quickly became hard. She had to work multiple odd jobs to support the two of them, often taking an infant Nicholas to work with her or leaving him at home and praying for the best. This story of struggle continued without deviation until around Nicholas's 14th birthday.

He had never it in and had never known why. Nor had he ever cared. Nick had known he was different at a fundamental level from the other children. Perhaps it was how he reacted or didn't react to the same things. Perhaps it was how he made few efforts to befriend any of them, preferring to spend time alone with his own machinations and cause problems to amuse himself. That all came to a head when he became a young man. Nick's latent genetic potential had been on a ticking timer, waiting for an induction of testosterone en mass before revealing his true colors. He was not the typical Androstran as previously thought, he was an Endovan, an undesirable race of shapeshifting cephalopods that assume the forms of other species in order to survive themselves. They were leeches of the Androstran society, they took more than their fair share without contributing to the point of famine and when famine closed in? They consumed the populace like the monsters they were.

Noretha fled Maeter when his secret was discovered, fearing for her son's life at the hands of an angry mob. To her Nicholas was Nicholas, the son she had bore and raised to a fine young man no matter who he was. They began to live on the road as gypsies, constantly evading the law and moving from town to town in order to avoid discrimination and prevent anyone from getting wise. When he came of age Nick assisted his mother working in their mobile cross-country food truck, although his voracious appetite often caused more sorrow than splendor. He was 19 years old when the bigots caught up to them in Triton.

An uproarious slew of Androstrans had cornered Noretha and her son on the outskirts after Nick had been witnessed changing shape for a prank. Out of gas and out of options, she could do little but bar the doors to her mobile home as furious bodies pounded at the entrance. Making little headway, they set fire to the truck instead. Nicholas managed to escape by climbing out from underneath a bottom hatch disguised as one of the crowd but his mother, lacking such transforming abilities, opted to remain in the truck to appease the bloodthirst of the crowd. Nick left with the crowd as his birth mother burned to cinders and began his life as a true Endovan: a fake creature pretending to be normal, living among the Androstrans as he plotted their demise from the inside.

He loathed them for what they had done, despised them for preying on a young man and his innocent mother who only wished to raise her son. Nicholas became a drifter, leeching off of the kindness of strangers and giving payment in a knife to the back. In his eyes they were all scum unworthy of survival, a handful of individuals of their kind had shown to that. Their treatment had turned him from a sheltered devilish little pranskter to a jaded loose-cannon with little to lose and a hot streak, and he hadn't skipped a beat becoming exactly the sort of monster many thought him to be.

Nick was posing as a long-haul trucker when someone in a dive bar on a lonely road had spoken something derogatory about his kind. Nick chatted him up, got him friendly before luring him outside for a breath of fresh air and a cancer stick. He took this opportunity to send his beer bottle into the back of his skull. He'd planned on roughing him up a little more for good measure when someone else had the same bright idea to grab a cigarette and the chase began. His big rig was heavy enough to avoid being run off the road, but they stayed on him for miles until he got a chance to escape. He sought solace in an unknown town on the horizon with the men hot on his heels.

He made a beeline straight for the first offworld ship, faking his way on with glibness and lies before he was finally safe among the stars relatively speaking. He could do anything with his new life. Live peacefully, settle down, maybe marry, maybe own some land... but that never interested him in the slightest. It was a dull way to live and never a good option to make good money in a small amount of time. Mining was dangerous enough and good on the payroll if not tedious and dull and required hard work all day, but beggers can't be choosers.
Nick volunteered for the Ragnarov Fleet as a rigger, carrying only the vaguest notion of what he would be required to do other than pointing heavy machinery at rocks or something. He doesn't ask too many questions, the intricacies aren't really interesting to him anyway.

[Corporal Lance]

Wrote up a general medical report on how Nick's biology functions and what the Fleet would know from studying him for a while. I figured it'd be good to know when engaging in experiments involving him.

CLASSIFIED ORANGE LEVEL

Preface

This medical record will cover experiences, medical histories, and scientific test data of Nicholas Zelthis, hereby known as "Subject N". This documentation is labelled SENSITIVE//SCYINT and is not subject to release outside of Ragnarov Fleet Orange Clearance personnel. The reproduction of this documentation without Council approval by majority vote is considered amoral and high treason punishable by loss of rank, life imprisonment, and up to and including the death penalty.

Prognosis

Subject N is of unknown highly mutagenic origin, referring to himself (itself?) as an "Endovan", a yet undocumented species in the surrounding quadrants. Subject N is humanoid in appearance and of deceptive weight averaging between 125 and 175lbs at any given time. The subject maintains a vastly increased metabolic rate in comparison to other similarly-sized species and enhanced cellular regeneration. It is observed that the subject is able to change its appearance and anatomy at will within the constraints of an anatomical structure capable of supporting its internal systems, most notably the nervous system. Coupled with this the subject has been observed to incorporate inborn talents from other creatures around it in a limited scope after physical contact with said creature, although it is poorly understood how this method works. Subject N is an invaluable test subject for weapons and hazards accreditation as Subject N's enhanced cellular regenerative abilities allow it to survive all bodily harm thus far with no injuries lasting longer than 5 weeks.

Physiology

On the surface Subject N appears to be a carbon-based humanoid commonly observed to exist in the Milky Way galaxy, however this is not always the case as the subject can alter its appearance to mimic other races. This has been confirmed as mimicry and not full metamorphosis as evidenced by the presence of the original internal organs, including an extra one that's apparent purpose is dedicated to generating stem cells. The outer dermis and blood cells of the subject will incorporate altered DNA sequences of the organism it mimics, theorized to be a form of genetic camouflage. When mimicking other organisms Subject N appears to experience pain for the duration, and as observed through testing this is the result of mass cell death. The dead cells are quickly cannibalized by the living ones to be re-used as an energy source and nutrients for the newly developing cells.

Subject N's diet is omnivorous with high concentration on red meat, although it is capable of receiving nutrition from a variety of sources to include sources that are toxic to other species. It is theorized from the subject's behavior and dietary preferences that the "Endovan" species either has a dietary requirement for meat by design, has evolved to sate its large requirement of protein, or has evolved from a predatory animal. The predatory theory has small scientific basis as the subject's musculature is coiled as opposed to taught like most other predators, though this may be to aid in its abilities of mimicry.

Subject displays increased pain tolerance beyond the standard limitations of living things. It is hypothesized that the subject's hyperactive nervous system overwhelms its own pain synapses resulting in reduced effect of the pain signal. It is also hypothesized that a yet unidentified genetic marker in cellular reconstruction reduces the pain response. Dr. Ceraun theorizes that the tolerance to pain is evidence of a mental disorder with cited references.

Subject N's most valuable scientific asset is its hyperactive immune system. Unlike most species the blood of Subject N contains no platelets or white blood cells, and upon intrusion by a foreign entity the red blood cells are capable of performing the functions of the platelet or white blood cell. The subject's tissue is capable of responding to threats as well and Subject N's body will react in the most efficient manner in which to expunge a threat to its internal health and adapting to the manner of the threat. Most commonly the surrounding cells of the foreign agent will coat the threat and "die", hardening into a protective cytoplasmic coat to be ejected by the body. While inefficient for most species Subject N's increased metabolic rate, the properties of its blood cells, and its stem cell organ make this the preferred method of warding off biological threats.

This method of immuno-response is also highly effective to environmental and manufactured threats using similar methods of containment and removal of the irritant. It should be noted that because of this immuno-response the subject's body will reject all forms of manmade implants and eventually absorb the biological ones into its own system, which is theorized to be a defense mechanism to infections and parasites respectively. It should be noted that Subject N is highly resistant to chemicals and drugs of any kind and is deathly allergic to nanites to the extent of invoking necrosis in the affected area of the body the nanites inhabit.

Case File - Trial 86-b

This experiment is being conducted in order to test the compatibility of Subject N's cellular adaptability within another organism. Hypothesis: If Subject N's blood were transplanted into another living organism it then would adapt to the host and act as a universal donor, possibly even cross-species.

[11:49:36] Subject N is staged in the infirmary accompanied with assigned physician [REDACTED]. Subject N's demeanor is impatient and flippant, no abnormalities.
[11:52:21] Test Subject 41-3A is introduced to the infirmary. Subject N makes several vague threats disguised as humor. Testing begins.
[11:53:19] Subject N's blood is drawn with 17-gauge needle. No abnormalities. Subject N seems docile.
[11:53:35] Test Subject 41-3A is fitted with a transfusion IV. No abnormalities.
[11:55:56] Blood from Subject N begins filtering through IV to Test Subject 41-3A. No abnormalities.
[12:06:22] Blood transfusion from Subject N to Test Subject 41-3A is completed, both subjects held for observation. Subject N asks for "cookies and orange juice", request denied.
[12:13:14] Test Subject 41-3A's temperature begins rising beyond acceptable levels. Observation begins.
[12:15:54] Test Subject 41-3A's complexion is clammy and his skin his hot to the touch. Loss of cognitive function and awareness is present. Test Subject 41-3A is stated as complaining about muscle ache and fatigue.
[12:22:49] Test Subject 41-3A has first seizure, physician attends to stabilize. Subject N is observed as having a humorous demeanor, chuckling and making inappropriate remarks. Test Subject 41-3A is injected with penicillin and topiramate.
[12:24:12] Seizure stops.
[12:29:27] Second seizure begins. Physician increases dose of topiramate.
[12:30:48] Test Subject 41-3A expires. Subject N is noted to be in uproarious laughter and stating "I told you so".

Autopsy Report: Veins are inflamed and platelet levels are incredibly high. Blood has signs of pre-coagulation before death and signs of stage 2 septic shock. Cause of death is subarachnoid hemorrhage coupled with infection of the brain.

Conclusion: Subject N's blood is most likely toxic to other organisms, further experimentation is recommended.

[Kalleth]

Greetings.

Was wondering if I could join your Motley fleet.

Risk Keen

[Hekazu]

@Kalleth
I am afraid your character is not exactly what we are looking for. We are keeping the homicidal Zelthis alive due to his value as a research subject and even he treads the thin line of being too violent. As things are, Risk is, well, a risk the Fleet would be more likely to put down than use for anything.

[Kalleth]

@Kalleth
I am afraid your character is not exactly what we are looking for. We are keeping the homicidal Zelthis alive due to his value as a research subject and even he treads the thin line of being too violent. As things are, Risk is, well, a risk the Fleet would be more likely to put down than use for anything.

@Hekazu

Very well. Perhaps we'll cross paths in the future... Until we meet again.

>: D