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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Did anyone ask for a cocky, arrogant kid with a gun and enough tech knowledge to dissect Ultron like a dead frog?

Too bad, you're getting one. And this is her theme song.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

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Star Trek: Cadets - A Starfleet Extended Training Cruise RP

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From the moment the geriatric-looking admiral walked in, Diana already knew every word he was going to say. His mind was easy to read. She didn't even have to make a conscious effort when the words bled out like a wet sponge. Diana had temporarily zoned out before he walked in, feeling the pride that radiated from everyone in the room. But she didn't feel particularly proud. She did not deny that she made achievements in the academy, but they were the bare minimum for her to not be strapped to a bed a lobotomized. Diana didn't see this entire ceremony with the same rose-tinted glasses people normally did. It was just fanfare, and filled her head with annoying emotions that were too great in volume to tune out. She was just glad she could grab her meds in time before now, or the headache would be hell throughout the shuttle ride. Diana stood, but her body language would tell anyone that she wasn't taking this so seriously. She was at ease as soon as she left her seat.

She tuned out the old man while he actually gave the speech, and simply pretended to listen. Emotions filled the room, swirling together in a way that made Diana uncomfortable. On a certain level, she was supposed to feel proud herself. Proud that she had made a choice that mattered, to be part of the generation to which the torch is passed, and guide the Federation into the future. Diana should've felt invigorated by that, but it wasn't her choice. Diana didn't want to be here in any way, shape or form. She didn't have the privilege of making that choice to begin with. So she had no reason to feel any pride. This was a conscription to her, a press-gang situation, and nothing more.

Someone must've noticed who she was, because Diana felt the emotion of curiosity leak into the miasma of happiness. Someone behind her, three years younger than her at best, wondering how she got here. Is that the girl with the white eyes? Isn't she the one with that really high-

-Esper rating? Yes, and the girl with the white eyes knows you're looking at her. Stop doing it, or I'll turn around and make a scene. Diana's voice sounded inside the tiny kid's skull like a dream. Something that shouldn't have been there. Immediately, she could tell that she embarrassed the little shit. The look stopped. Good.

Finally, Admiral Geriatric wrapped up his speech and dismissed everyone. Diana got her location from the personnel and walked off. Christ, she hated speeches. Diana made a beeline for her quarters. Two others would be joining her on the shuttle. One was the Caitian girl, and the other was a fellow telepath. Diana didn't know either of them beyond passing anecdotes and the occasional mention of their names, but Diana immediately knew she was not looking forward to getting shoved into a tritanium coffin for half a day, with someone who could read her mind. Hypocritical as it may be, espers didn't mix very well. Diana made a mental note to brush up on her neural wall technique before she got to know him. Once Diana arrived at her room, she stood at the door, waiting for it to close behind her, and snapped her fingers.

Multiple objects flew across the room towards the bed. A portable chess kit, several physical books (screens agitated her head) about parapsychology, and a travel case. Without moving or lifting a finger, the case unlatched itself, as the items floated in, before the case was snapped shut again. Then, Diana replicated a glass of water, inhaled the whole damn thing, and climbed onto the bed. She rested on her knees and shut her eyes, while the universe fell away in ever-tessellating fractals of superimposed thought, until there was only the will to exist.

Diana's eyes became dark matter. Her soul became the Galactic Barrier. Her mind became everything.

And everything became Diana.

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Approximately ninety minutes passed before Diana opened her eyes again. It was time to head to the shuttlebay. Her head felt clear as a starless void, without so much as a trace of emotions within her scope. She quickly changed into a clean uniform befitting the Security division, and made her way there. Seven minutes later, Diana stood in the same room as the shuttle Athena, and reported to personnel.

"Morro, acting security chief for starship Tucker, reporting."

If the other telepath tried to read her, it would feel like hitting a wall. Not a void, like some people who were immune to psychometry, but like there was a pressure blocking Temuk from going further.

X-Men: GenetiX

"Plot your escape for as long as you can remember, and then bust out of the shittiest place man ever made... And then you can bitch at me about causing injury. While Ryder was saying this, she concentrated hard enough to detonate another radio. But now, she had to slap her computer shut and stuff the phone in a pocket to direct her attention somewhere else. Both devices fell dead the moment she switched gears, and loaded her things into the plastic basket again. She could lose the mob easily, they'd lose motivation shortly while they stumbled around in the dark... Wait a minute.

Ryder felt out with her power, confirming what she thought. Quietly, she spread her consciousness into the cameras of the town. Honestly, they might as well have just stayed home at this point. But the guards... That was the interesting part. Ryder could see through their eyes, at least a dozen still making their way towards the mutants on foot. And given their equipment, she could see exactly as they did.

"The guards brought out their night vision tech. They've got electronic helmets specifically made to work around me. Best I can do is see what they see, meaning they'll see all of us long before the town gets here with their flashlights, pistols and shotguns. So if you want to shoot something, pick a direction and start blasting. I've got better things to do. I'm going back there, and I'm going to flatten the place for good this time. So don't bother following me, because I'm not going to stop and think about if you're still around or not. Cool? Cool."

With that being said, Ryder turned and started walking in the direction of Umbra. The guards would intercept her before they intercepted the older mutants, at the rate she was walking.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills: Extra-planar Navigation, Magic Expertise
Spells: Twilight Doorway
Outfit

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Under any other circumstances, Jack would have laughed at the kid for pointing a sword at him. But right now, she must've been feeling a lot of things, so he let that slide. Though the notion that someone could kill him was very amusing.

"Love, and the ocean... Ah, are you related to Freya and Aegir? Or perhaps Ran? She stole a book from me once." Ever the anecdotal one, Jack didn't seem too terribly worried about his current situation. Was he putting on a brave face for the kid's sake? So that she'd take a hint that there's nothing to fret over? Or was he just fine with this? "As for the Green Eyed One, they are not something one can simply "kill." I, personally, could not do so. And I do apologize for how this sounds, but when one has a broken arm, a sword is rather difficult to use against a deathless being." Truly, Jack was not trying to be rude, but it was just the truth. He looked down at the strange, glowing sword for a moment. "Unless of course, your sword is enchanted to subsume necromantic resonance. In which case, that would have been helpful to know beforehand."

Jack graciously accepted the skin from Carolina. Oddly enough, he wasn't creeped out or phased in the slightest. "This will work perfectly, thank you very much. Skin is surprisingly elastic when preserved by necromancing monstrosities. One moment-" Jack fully unbuttoned the tattered shirt with one hand and began kneading the skin in the middle with the other, essentially stretching it out. He then shrugged off the red cloak, and the wool coat he wore, which fell to the floor while the cloak simply floated. Now that his shirt was open, these two could see that the slash marks were far from the only physical harm he had been through. There were dozens of scars, remnants of burns and old skin abrasions. As he stretched the skin around his chest, he continued the conversation.

"As you were just saying- We aren't here for nothing. The Sorcerer Supreme of Earth has perished, and we are all candidates for his replacement. And there are more of us, at least two others named Madalyne and Annika. I'm assuming the one Klara mentioned is also one such person. It seems anyone with their own Cloak of Levitation is here for that reason. Though, I cannot say for certain exactly how many of us there are, as that title is usually passed directly down to one person. If a new Sorcerer Supreme is not chosen in a timely fashion, Earth will begin to collide with Limbo, and both worlds with fall to ruin like to ships crashing against one another, as Earth is invaded by infinite armies of demons."

He successfully finished tying down the dead skin, ensuring that the pressure was secured. He then picked up his coat, ensuring Ororo's acorn did not slip out, and then retrieved his cloak.

"All of us just happen to be the lucky ones tasked with preventing that calamity," He concluded, sardonically, before looking around this ugly room.

"Personally, I would be more than happy to incinerate this hideous excuse for a dwelling, but we have more important things to worry about. I will accompany both of you wherever we go for the remainder of this journey. By my estimation, we should have..." He pulled out his enchanted watch to take a guess. It was about 3am when he was originally cast into Limbo. "Approximately twenty two hours to see this madness through. More than enough time to find the new Sorcerer Supreme of this world and request her assistance, if we find ourselves travelling to her sanctum." Jack wasn't personally familiar with Magik, but she was known by many for a reason.

"I realize my presence may be startling, after what you two have just experienced, but fate has brought us all together in this world. For better or for worse. The night has only just begun, but I will do all that I can to see that it does not last forever."

God, that sounded so damn corny, coming from the umbramancer in the room. But it was the truth.

Avengers Academy 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: Training Room B
Gear: Combat armor, rune pouch
Skills: Battlefield Manipulation, Area Denial
Today’s Fit

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Leah was already awake... For the last two and a half hours.

For the first hour, she was in the gym as usual, hammering away at a steel fibered punching bag and getting her blood rushing with some tungsten-clad weights that clocked in at about 700 pounds minimum. High-energy metal blasted from her phone as Leah prepared for the long and heavy day ahead of her. Leah didn't even care about the contest itself. For her, this was actually a rather lightweight workout, she usually went to 1,100 pounds minimum, and a vibranium-fiber punching bag. But right now, she just needed a warmup. Being a hero was never the point of Margaret Carter for her, so much as having a roof over her head and moving on with her life. Of course, Leah was all for saving lives, but unseated some baby Avengers was the least of her concerns in that. Sure, the money would be nice, but it was just that. Money. Despite this, Leah knew that others cared, and genuinely believed in the Contest of Champions. They trained and damn near broke themselves to live up to the challenge, so Leah saw this as a matter of obligations. An obligation to the team she had been training with and trying so damn hard to resonate with, an obligation to April and Sabine to be her real self and not a flunk just for the sake of it, and an obligation to Victoria, who would feel very disappointed if she didn't show up. Leah was doing this because it would be stupid not to do it, and because she didn't like to lose, Young Avengers and popularity be damned.

By the end of it, the punching bag's outer sleeve was starting to split, so she called it there, and Leah considered herself thoroughly warmed up and awake. She put everything away, drank some water and got changed. She then spent roughly 40 minutes combing out knots in her hair with her hands. Most of them were because she always tied her hair back when she worked out, but Leah was also doing this for a special occasion- Her hair was a weapon. Adamantium would struggle to hold together against the coarseness of Leah's hair, and the curls, along with the sheet volume of the hair that draped to her ankles meant that it tangled very easily. If someone were to swing a weapon, or even their fists at Leah from behind, it wouldn't do to have it clumping together. Leah would consider it bonus points if she were moving quickly in the fight and her hair whipped out to flay someone by mistake... At least on the enemy team. After that was taken care of, Leah's hair was as smoothed out as she could get it, like a thick curtain that chewed up metal like moldy, wet cardboard.

Leah grabbed her phone, having taken care of that, and texted her girlfriends. By now, they'd be deep in their preparation.

@April, @Sabine

Earthbender: Today is the day. Go, and make them tremble in fear. I want you both to know that whatever happens today, I'll still love you both all the same. I hope you both shatter them like glass. But this is just a contest, so don't use this to judge your self-worth.

Earthbender: Both of you. <3

Knowing April, she was terrified right now. Sabine was probably pressed, but not stressed. Hey... That rhymes. She quickly shot a text to Victoria as well. It was partially a joke, but realistically, Leah and her entire team knew it was pretty damn accurate.

@Victoria

Earthbender: On my way, team leader.

She then left her phone on her desk, and fished something out of the drawer. It was a pouch of carved stones, engraved with magic runes. Agatha gave her these. She had vaguely studied them, but Leah never could get them to do much. She'd draw them on paper and try to make some effects come about, but the best she could do was make the paper smell like it was burning. They were permitted to bring anything they needed to take the win, but would these really help her?

Even if she couldn't make their magic work, she was holding a bag of small, uniform rocks. They could be used to make some pretty good shotputs if Leah was particularly desperate. With that decision being made, she left for the armory.

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Shortly after, Leah appeared in the training room, surrounded by her teammates. She was dressed for the occasion, wearing combat armor somewhat similar to Arcade's, only it covered Leah almost completely, and was much denser than most armor, to compliment Leah's incredible strength. She didn't wear a helmet for obvious reasons, and the armor would likely be ruined after the fight due to that reason. Surrounded by this group of chaotic dipshits, and Victoria, Leah thought about their chances. They knew how to deal with each other, and that meant they knew how to deal with teleporters, technopaths, gadget-happy cowards, super strength and aerial assaults. Though they didn't know how to wark as a team overall. Sure, Leah and Vicky could work well together if they tried, but Leah wasn't so sure when it came to the others. Zarina might just rush them, and Diana might flank. It wasn't such a big deal if they knew their roles, and didn't need to be told how to proceed, but it meant they weren't used to communication. They couldn't call out a certain phrase unique to their tactics, they had to say their plans out loud and tip the enemies off. It was a small thing, but everything mattered here.

So, in the interest of not needing a verbal order to do what she needed to do, Leah already made her plan under the assumption that the enemies would not hesitate, and that the UA knew absolutely nothing about them.

"If you've been holding back, now is the time to stop," Leah commented to the group, standing directly in front of the golem.

And then the lights fell. The only light was a glowing... Girl? Soaring towards them. Leah could vaguely catch that the bird motherfucker took flight too. Leave them to Shieldmaiden.

Light flickered off of metal as someone went Colossus, and then lasers blasted Diana and Ed back. They had air superiority, a tank, and a sniper. Varied. Just like us.

"Up there!" She barked, quickly crossing her arms in an "X" as the ground behind her swelled into a cage, completely sectioning off the fake hostage from anyone who might grab it. Now, if someone wanted to get through the rock, they had to use their powers. Blasting through it with lasers risked blasting the hostage, and punching through would sling shrapnel that could injure it. Leah uncrossed her arms into a "U," and the floor erupted again, raising up high into the air to form a barricade. The foot soldiers were now cut off. The two fliers were able to get over, making this effectively a five on two battle. Artemis could teleport to the top of the wall and start blasting people if she wanted... Or if she could see past her damn face. This also meant that Arcade could fiddle with all those trinkets of his without being sniped from across the arena..

Now, all they had to deal with was the glow-in-the-dark target, and the bird they couldn't see.

So naturally, Leah started looking for signs of the bird motherfucker's presence in the dark.

"Where the fuck are you..."

Avengers Academy 💥

The Love Triangle

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Sabine was drained. Classes were kicking her. She expected the workload, but it was something else at a school for superheroes. Not only that, but training with her team was expending her remaining mental energy. They just weren't gelling. And Nemo was doing everything in his power to try to kill them or take them on weird field trips or, perhaps worst of all, insist on meetings with tea in his office.

So when she was finally able to allot some free time, she wanted nothing more than to be with the two girls she cared for.

@Leah, @April

-Allright bitches. Meet up in 10 minutes. idc what we do, but dear god get me away from this school for a while

Leah's team was the worst thing about this year so far. Vicky was cool, and Zarina at least had a few brain cells to rub together... But she couldn't get along with Diana for anything and she didn't trust Ed for anything as far as she could throw him- And she could kick the guy for a field goal if she wanted to. Still, that didn't mean things were going bad. Every year, when everyone else went home for summer break, Leah was still here as the only student who stayed. Not because she had summer school, but because this was home for her. She trained and pushed herself even when everyone else took it easy. So ultimately, her team being annoying was as worse as it felt to her. The combat simulations were tolerable. Usagi's celebrity tier list bullshit was usually tuned out.

Even her ordinary assignments were fine, she just blasted through them since she wouldn't stress too much over Usagi's nonsense. Like a rock, she endured.

Especially when her girls were calling.

@April, @Sabine

Earthbender: I'll be out front. I need to explain a thing to you anyway april. Bine already knows. Don't worry about it for right now.

The school year had gotten off to a bit of a rough start with April. While her Contest of Champions team wasn't her preferred line-up (there were a few key people missing) and she had her first real relationship, her mental health had been a bit all over the place. Things had gotten better when she told her parents about the broken phone situation and they sent her a new smartphone, allowing her to text at a speed faster than 20 words per minute, but a better phone wasn't enough to solve what ailed her. But instead of talking much about it, April did what she did best - she threw herself into her school work, her training, and her social life, all with a big smile on her face.

@Sabine, @Leah

Omw rn! 💙💙💙

She had been in the library, working on some homework for her astrozoology class. But it was definitely time for a break - April was starting to feel her eyes cross, as she read about the native habitat of flerkens and why they should never be domesticated (she had sent a screenshot of that page to Diana, complete with the 👀 emoji). It wasn't too long for her to throw her things into her book bag, and then head on outside, making her way to the exterior of Stark Hall.

Of course, she was immediately somewhat stressed about what Leah had to say. Even though Leah had said not to worry about it, April's mind immediately generated a list of terrible scenarios: 1) Leah was going to break up with her but not Sabine, 2) Leah was dying, 3) Leah was leaving the school, 4) April had done something problematic and Leah and Sabine were going to cancel her for it, and then break-up with her, 5) the Monster Mash had a rule against polyamorous couples and they had to decide who was going to go.

Sabine checked her texts, happy to see the both of them were on board. Now to decide what to do. They could go shopping? Perhaps she could buy each of them a gift, maybe give Leah an actual jacket to wear that looks good on her. Or maybe go out to eat? There were some nearby food trucks she had been meaning to try.

Either way, it was time away from school and with her girls. She would be satisfied as long as she was with them. It was funny, Sabine never thought she would be in a relationship at school, let alone with two girls, one she was roommates with (and they were roommates!) and was sure she hated Sabine and the other a girl she had seen around but had never much spoken to before recently.

Isn't it funny how life worked?

A few minutes later, Leah was outside the main building of the school, the place where everyone usually went when they first arrived at the school. Like usual, she was dressed in her trusty Carhartt jacket big enough for two people. She was checking her phone to see if the girls texted her before she got her, and was mentally preparing herself for the conversation she had to have to April. Sabine didn't seem to care, especially not with the "rock climbing" they that day, but April might be scared off... And that worried Leah.

Oh boy, here they come.

"Hey."

April was beaming, waving at Leah before hurrying up a little more to catch up to her. She was dressed pretty casually - a pain of light washed denim short shorts, a crop top she had fashioned out of Margaret Carter Institute spirit shirt, and white converse high tops. Her dirty blonde hair was pushed up into double buns. Her sunglasses were perched on her forehead like a headband. "Hey!" April greeted, giving Leah a kiss on the cheek. "You look nice today!" Her heart was pounding. Leah didn't seem mad? Maybe the worst wasn't about to happen? Or maybe Leah was just trying to figure out a way to spare April's feelings?

Sabine had seen the two and ran over. She was wearing a yellow mini-dress and white sandals. She wrapped the two of them in a hug. "Hello life savers! God, I need this day. So what are we in the mood for? Literally, anything to get me away from this place. Pick your poison!"

She eyed both of them, both looking every bit as nice as before. How had she gotten so lucky?

”Shit, I dunno. I never go anywhere except here and to bed. I’ll just pull a rock out of the ground and we can ride it like a plane. That’s faster than walking.” Shit… April looked so damn happy right now. Was this really the time to bring her up to speed on everything? Leah started having second thoughts. If she did tell April about her dad, maybe she’d have the same reaction as Sabine, but what if she thought of her differently after? Fuck

”Haven’t really been anywhere but here in a while.”

April swooned slightly, as Sabine pulled her and Leah into a hug. She pressed a quick kiss to Sabine's cheek - after all, she had kissed Leah's cheek, so it was only fair. She didn't want to play favorites among her girlfriends. The real reason, of course, was that her girlfriends were both incredibly hot and April desperately wanted to kiss them. It was a bit of a jumbled mess of emotions up in her head, but she hadn't imploded yet, so everything seemed to be okay? Maybe she had overreacted with Leah's message? Maybe Leah was just going to confess that sometimes she liked to hang upside down and pretend to be a bat?

"Well, we could go vibe at the mall, be in our mall era - or we could go to the beach, that's always fun - ooh or maybe go see a movie, I heard Barbenheimer II is supposed to be super good, like amazingly good - oooh or we could go to the salon and get mani-pedis ooor we could go get bubble tea, there's a really cute bubble tea spot nearby that makes these adorable little pastries that look like teddy bears, they're sooo cute!!" April rambled.

It was adorable how excited April was in her little ramble. Someone had to decide. "Well I really want to go to those new food trucks that were set up so let's go get bubble tea and some food then. And we can even eat on the beach. What do you think?" Sabine bit her tongue on her thoughts on the beach. If her girlfriends wanted the beach, she would damn well give them the beach.

"I can drive if you both want. Perfect day to drive with the windows down.

”That sounds nice. But what the hell is bubble tea? Never heard of that.” That wasn’t a joke, she genuinely didn’t drink tea enough to know what it was. ”Oh, and your car might get shredded by me. Just saying.” Yeah, the talk could wait. She wanted this, and didn’t want to ruin it. If April cared like Leah knew she did, then it wouldn’t scare her off.

Assuming her “beach fit” didn’t do so first.

"Yes! That sounds perfect!" April squealed. She could just picture the three of them, living their California fantasy, driving with the top down - well, the windows down - their hair splayed behind them. It'd be just like in the movies. She wanted to swoon again at the thought of it. "Oh! Bubble tea, is, well it's usually a milk tea with these, like, little squishy tapioca pearls at the bottom. But it can be also other things, like I really like the lychee jelly - oh and it comes in tons of flavors, and just overall, it's super aesthetic."

Sabine had nearly forgotten Leah's hair was like sandpaper. "Just....try not to rub your head against the seats. I can have the top down which will help. And yes, bubble tea is a must. Also the food trucks should have some good spots for pictures too. Shall we?" Sabine began walking to her car.

"Yeah, let's go. I'll try not to vaporize the seats." Leah followed her to the car. Why the hell did this make her nervous? It's not like they were going on a first date. Well... Technically it was, but they were already a thing! And the old man definitely wasn't about to just appear out of nowhere and shoot everyone. What did Leah have to lose? Nothing, she told herself. Nothing bad will happen. Nothing will go wrong. Enjoy this.

April followed along, her heart pounding. Pictures. Of course they were going to be taking pictures! Hopefully she looked cute in them. She didn't doubt that Leah and Sabine would look perfect, especially on the first take, but April tended to over-scrutinize images of herself. She usually demanded at least ten takes for every attempted photo she'd take with Danni and Dori. And even then ten takes usually wasn't enough. If she wasn't hyperfixating on one thing, she was hyperfixating on another. "So, um, what was it you wanted to talk about, Leah?" April blurted, before she could stop herself. That was what she was currently trying not to hyperfixate on. And struggling. It was easier to voice the question as they walked, her eyes forward and not on either of her girlfriends - and their eyes not on her.

Once in the car, Sabine began the drive, noticing some tension. What did Leah want to talk about? "Whatever it is, now is the time to do it. Unless you don't want me in the conversation, which fair enough. But we are going to be surrounded by a bunch of people where we are going so this is the safest space to talk about whatever." Sabine could even extend the drive for a bit to allow the conversation to happen. Wasn't like the food trucks were going anywhere. Plus, Sabine thought, April needed this also. Girl was not hiding her nerves as well as she'd hoped.

Fuck.

Of course April's hyperaware ass wouldn't let that slide... And Leah couldn't be mad. But she still felt fucking nervous about it. Leah stared out the window, absentmindedly as she thought about how to bring this up. Sabine didn't give a shit, so there was that. Okay, just start speaking.

"My dad's a supervillain... I already told Sabine about this a while back, so it's only fair that you know as well. I don't talk about it much, but before I showed up and met you two, he killed my mother, and I tried to kill him. And up until I walked into Agatha's weird magic tent, I thought he was dead. And... He's alive, still. And he's looking for me, and he's really, really fucking dangerous."

Leah paused for a moment, hesitating and feeling afraid of what April might say.

"One day, he's gonna find me. And when he does, he'll do absolutely anything in his power to drag me away to some place where I'll never see the light of day again. He'll kill everyone around me if they try to stop him. That's why I thought you should know, because I don't want you to be surprised if he flies out of the sky and carpet bombs the place-" And I'll understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. She almost said that part out loud.

April was in the back-seat of the car, directly behind Leah. It probably wasn't the best spot to be in, given that Leah's hair was lethal and deadly, but she hadn't really thought things through. She usually sat on the right side of the car anyways when she was a passenger, so it was just a force of habit. It also meant that no one could really see her face, as Leah dropped the BOMB. And maybe April was a bit ill, but rather than feeling horrified or scared... she felt relieved. This wasn't a break-up speech. She hadn't done anything wrong. She had nothing to be worried about.

Her girlfriend's dad was a supervillain. Who might try to hurt and/or kill them, in an effort to hurt and/or kill Leah. April could handle that.

"Oh!" April said, sounding a bit more chipper than she meant. "Oh," she then said, more neutrally, spiced with a bid of sorrow on Leah's behalf. "That's really rough," she said, unknowingly channeling Prince Zuko - at least she hadn't called Leah buddy. "But we've got this. When he shows up, we'll take care of him, it'll be easy! We're all superheroes, right? In training, but that's fine. This is just your super heroic origin story, where you'll beat your dad, and we'll be right by your side. But also... I guess if we're disclosing stuff, then I should mention that there're some supervillains in my family tree too... Namely Magneto. He's my grandpa. Not to steal your thunder, I'd feel bad if you shared and I didn't share, because that wouldn't be, like, fair or right to you two."

Sabine was happy Leah got this off her chest. And it seemed April had her own fucked up family. "My step-mom is a bitch, but that's about as far into my family as evil beings go. Like I said, he comes after you I will turn his brain into literal mush. Same with your grandpa April. I can revert them back to literal babies if I wanted to. Fry their brains so badly steam comes out of their eyes and ears. Say the word and I got you."

Holy shit. Magneto. Leah took a moment to grasp that. April “Cascade” Flynn, the resident Golden Retriever of Margaret Carter, was the grandkid of Erik fucking Lensherr. Wow.

”…Wow. Fuck. Does- Does he know you’re here? Magneto doesn’t sound like the kind of person to let his grandchildren go to a school where humans and wizards are. Do I need to snap an old geriatric motherfucker in half?” Leah asked, stealing Sabine’s term for Imperator from not long ago. ”Because I will shatter him like glass if he tries anything funny. Fuck, all three of us got shitty family, huh? Fuck, man…” Despite this revelation, Leah felt relieved. Relieved that April wasn’t put off, or saw her differently. That was a monumental weight off her chest.

April furrowed her eyebrows slightly, thinking. "I don't know if he does?" she admitted. "I'm not really in touch with my dad's bio family - he was adopted," she explained. Biology was really the only connection she felt with Erik Lensherr - and the only connection she wanted. She knew some people saw him as a savior - maybe just as many who saw him as a villain. Then most of her aunts and uncles from that side of the family turned out to have psychotic breaks that caused them to become villains. If anything, that was what April was worried about - what was lurking inside of her DNA, waiting to hurt her and everyone else around her.

"I'm sorry about your step-mom, though," April said genuinely, frowning slightly. She wished her girlfriends had better home lives. They deserved better than what they had gotten.

Sabine shrugged. "She's nothing. Some woman who latched on to my dad when she could. Obvious gold digger. And her two spawn are so annoying. I ignore them, they ignore me. Works fine all around." Her fingers clenched on the steering wheel as she drove. "Anywho, point is if either of them come for either of you I will explode their mind. Literally. I've been practicing."

”Yeah. We don’t need our families. We’ve got each other for that. We are our family now. Everyone else who threatens that will suffer the consequences. If Magneto or your worthless stepmom try anything with any of us, I will personally grind them to dust with my bare hands.”

With that intense thing being said, Leah paused for a moment, staring out the window.

”I’ve been telling myself for a couple of years now that he was gone for good. That I’d never see his face again, or hear his voice again. The reason I never talked about him was because I thought I had actually killed him. Sabine saw a memory of him fighting me-“ That was what she called it, not abusing her, ”-And she saw how fucking menacing he can me. I’d take Magneto over him if I had a choice. If he did that to either of you… I took out my whole house and everything around it for miles back then, trying to kill him. The school, and the whole city probably wouldn’t be left standing if he showed up, by the time I was through with him.”

April was mildly uncomfortable with Leah's declaration that they didn't need their families - she liked her family, her parents, even her irritating little sister - but she didn't raise this point. She knew what Leah was trying to say - or at least, April thought she did. She listened as Leah explained why she'd never mentioned her horrible father before, not that April felt like that needed an explanation. It was definitely a sensitive subject, even if Leah's father had actually been dead. She reached forward, putting a hand on Leah's shoulder. "You don't need to worry about him. We've got this," April promised. "Sabine can delete his mind, you can bury him alive in rocks, and I can fill his lungs with water until he pops. It'll be fun! And emotionally satisfying, I think."

Sabine let the conversation hang as she pulled into a spot by the bubble tea place. She turned the car off and sat for a second. When she really thought about it, she had it pretty good. Sure her step-mother was a monster and her children were annoyances, but her father, through his many faults, loved her. Though he went about it the wrong way (and it wasn't like she was about to complain when he footed the bill). But she didn't have family that actively wanted to hurt or kill her (though she was sure her step-monster would take the first opportunity).

"Girlies, we are here, so I am calling an end to this conversation other than to say that if they mess with either of you I will see they never have a good day ever again. And I can make that happen. Literally, make them never forget trauma or pain whenever they close their eyes. Now, who wants bubble tea?"

It wasn’t the most logical thing, and probably made Leah look a little dumb, but she felt like she was about to start tearing up. Leah wasn’t used to being this emotional around people. Being connected, letting the walls down like this and feeling like she was genuinely cared about was… Nice. It was cathartic in a way, to feel loved. Leah stepped out of the car, and waited for April and Sabine to get out too, before suddenly wrapping both of them in a loose bear hug. Normally, Leah was the stone cold, bulletproof personality who didn’t particularly like hugs, but this was different.

”…I fucking love both of you.”

Star Trek: Cadets - A Starfleet Extended Training Cruise RP

Diana Morro - Security Division

"If you don't get that tricorder away from me right this instant, I'm going to rip your intestines out and use them to hang you from the ceiling." 🎶🎶🎶Starset - Telekinetic🎶🎶🎶

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Age: 20

Species: Human

Gender: Female - She/Her

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 178lbs

Appearance Description: Physically, Diana is a bit of an oddity. Aside from being of a somewhat stocky build, one only has to look at her to tell that she isn't an ordinary human. Across Diana's left eye is a large and faded scar, and both of her eyes are a reflective, glassy pale color. This is a telltale sign that Diana is an "esper," or a psychic. Her skin is dotted with various markings such as puncture marks and what appear to be the remnants of medical stitching, but these are not mentioned in her medical records.

Starfleet Record

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Division: Operations

Role: Acting Head of Security / Ensign

Academy Major: Parapsychology

Academy Minor(s): Weapon Systems and Tactical Combat

Esper Rating: 153

• Memory Alpha: Extrasensory Perception

Personal Information

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Biography: Years ago, Diana lived on a plant know as Nero 8. It was a Federation planet colonized three decades prior, with much of the planet being mostly untamed wilderness. Nero 8 was home to the terrestrial Starbase 97, a state-of-the-art facility with a port in the atmosphere for spacefaring vessels to dock for leave, maintenance, crew rotations, and anything else deemed necessary. Starbase 97 spanned roughly two and a half kilometers of land, and far beneath its surface, Diana was experimented on. She does not remember her life before this, or if she ever truly had one, but Diana was a test subject for a deranged scientist who became obsessed with extrasensory perception. He abducted certain individuals, and used unethical technology to wipe their memories of their home or families. Raised in captivity, Doctor Ryan Jenson subjected his playthings to torturous procedures designed to awaken, and amplify their potential for ESP. Jenson believed he could rewire the structure of a subject's brain to "align" them with the harmonic resonance of the Galactic Barrier, allowing them to tune into it like a radio. These procedures were painful, invasive, and traumatizing. They were often unsuccessful, only causing pointless agony to the victim. After roughly 40 trials, not a single subject had survived the procedure. All of them suffered neurological necrosis, their brains rotted away to pulp.

Except for Diana.

She was 11 years old when doctor Jenson administered the psychogenesis procedure. Diana suffered a severe aneurism, loss of motor control in her limbs and violent seizures for the next three weeks, but she survived. Her brain did not reject the treatment, even if it damn near killed her as well. When she recovered, the doctor redirected all of his resources into ensuring Diana's growth would not be impeded. His secretive facility under the starbase was made to withstand any kind of testing needed to promote the development of Diana's psychic abilities. By 15, she was able to read the thoughts on doctor Jenson's mind like second nature. She could move pieces on a 3D chess board without lifting a finger from across a room, and pick out any playing card in a deck before searching for it. Her abilities seemed to defy science, going as far as to project her voice into the mind of the crazed doctor despite not being a Betazoid. These achievements were groundbreaking, but they left scars on Diana's mind. She resented the doctor, resented being buried under miles of metal and rock where she'd never see the light of day. Diana wanted to escape and see the outside world that she knew was out there, but she wasn't strong enough.

The doctor's tests were cruel. There were days where she could barely stand due to the constant, invasive tests and how painful they left her. Harvesting brain cells for study under microscopes, induced atrophy to test if Diana could heal it with her mind, and mental stress tests were just a few of the psychotic things that Ryan Jenson put her through. Perhaps there was some figment of productivity in it all, because Diana eventually found a way to take her freedom from the jaws of purgatory. When Diana was 17, her psychic abilities reached their peak. She caught a glimpse of someone's thoughts, someone high above the atmosphere in Nero 8's orbital station. They weren't particularly important as an individual, but the very presence of this consciousness sparked Diana to question doctor Jenson. She asked him about the world outside the "science bunker" as he called it, but the doctor told her to ignore it. Despite his refusal to talk about the subject, Diana could feel the trepidation rolling off of him. He was afraid of what she could do, now that she could detect things miles in the sky. Emboldened by this, she refused to let the subject be ignored, and pressed him for information. They erupted into an argument, in which tempers flared enough that Jenson struck her across the face.

Diana did not bring it up again. Instead, she concentrated and slowly focused more and more on what she felt, until she became aware of the space station itself, not just an individual person. So many minds existed beyond her cage, and they were all free. Their emotions were feint, but they weren't sad or in pain like her. Why did so many people in the world feel happy and free when she did not? Why? Why? WHY?!

Diana decided that she was powerful enough to leave on her own. If Jenson would not let her live as her own person, then she would make that decision on her own terms.

One day, when the doctor was away, Diana reached into the atmosphere from far, far below Starbase 97. Her mind became an anchor, and she tied it to the space station. 30,000 kilometers of metal and crashed down to Nero 8 like a meteor from the heavens. The station's dilithium reactor, large enough to power a dozen Constitution starships, detonated on impact. The blast destroyed the entire Starbase and shook the geologic foundation of Nero 8 to its core. The strain took a great toll from Diana, who was knocked unconscious by falling debris and did not wake up for two days due to the mental strain. Diana found her way out of the destruction, and bore witness to a veritable apocalypse. Nothing but ash, dust, twisted metal and a burning sky were there to greet her. The death toll was in tens of thousands. Her arm had been dislocated from the destruction, but she was alive. Alive, and the only living soul on an entire planet.

She roamed the ruins of Starbase 97 for months, scavenging for scraps of food and knowledge to piece together the world around her. Diana found a phaser and used it to hunt animals that made their way through the ruins. She was alone on a barren rock, but she did not care, because she was alive and free. Her freedom would not last, though. The destruction of Starbase 97 and its sister station shocked the entire Federation. Three starships were sent to investigate under the assumption that this was a deliberate assault by Romulan forces. All three ships sent away large away teams to scour the base for survivors. After a week, the only survivor they found was a 17 year old girl with pale white eyes and a phaser. The team that found Diana struggled to get her aboard their ship, and struggled even more to give her medical attention. The sickbay's medical team tried to restrain her for her own good, but three different doctors were flung backwards. Security was called, and the girl was sedated just long enough to give her first aid. After the incident was taken care of and the search was called off, Diana was questioned extensively regarding many things, such as her "abilities" and the destruction on Nero-8, which was placed under quarantine until further notice. She denied knowing anything about the base's destruction- Who would blame that calamity on a child?

A team of scientists questioned her about her psychic powers, taking extensive interest in her. But they were all scared off when she offered to snap them in half with her mind. It was made very clear from the start that Diana could neither be studied safely, or allowed to go her own way. Starfleet command decided they would rather confine the girl to a cell and strap her to a bed to study her than let her live her life in peace. Her ESP abilities were so incredible that Starfleet command deemed it paramount to understand her. But despite this, Diana fought them at every chance, telling them they had no authority over her, that she would not be experimented on, and more. Her unique situation aside, the girl had nowhere else to go. Diana was to Earth, and brought before the Federation Council, the very heart of the Federation's legislation. The Council discussed her unique situation, having the highest ESP rating in Federation history by an absurd margin and wanting to simply be left alone, and proposed a compromise. They would not allow her to leave their sight, due to her dangerous nature and the prospect of scientific study, so they gave her two options.

Diana could join Starfleet as a cadet, under any division she felt interested in, and an order would be mandated for her autonomy to be respected while she adjusted and underwent her training through the academy. If she did, then Starfleet command would respect her boundaries, and would not impose their authority on her to learn the nature of her psychic abilities, or her history on Nero-8. She could use her abilities for the good of the Federation, and carve out a legacy where she meets the expectations of her supposed superiors. Diana would be respected, with the expectation that she respect the Federation and what it stood for.

Alternatively, Diana could refuse to join Starfleet, and she would be taken into custody. Diana would be committed to the finest scientific institution in the federation, where the greatest parapsychologists would study her in humiliating detail for the rest of her life. Her autonomy would be nonexistent, and she would be little more than something to be ogled and gawked at. Her brain would be surgically removed after her death, and anything interesting and remarkable about Diana's existence would be credited to a scientist who published a work about her.

Both options meant she lost the ability to make her own future, and find her own way in the world. But the record already showed that Diana was more than willing to use violence for the sake of protecting herself. Knowing this, the Federation Council was pleased that she decided to enroll in the academy. For the next two years, she dodged any and all demands by Federation scientists, and tried to make the best of her suboptimal situation. In spite of her unique background, Diana has proven to be very dedicated in her training and her fields of study. While she lacks a lifetime of education like most other cadets, the playing field is levelled out by her nature as a living trump card. She is now on the verge of graduating from the academy, but her grace period offered by the Council won't last much longer. One day, the order will be given to subject Diana to testing, per the agreement she made that allowed her to simply "adjust." Diana does not know when this day will come, only that it will.

Other Details:

• Diana is very, very good at three-dimensional chess. Even without her psychic abilities, she could defeat a Starship computer in less than 5 turns. She once beat a Vulcan flag officer in a match that lasted three hours, shortly after her trial before the Federation Council.
• Diana often spends weeks without sleep, due to her psychic abilities making dreams a very... Uncomfortable thing to experience. Instead, she meditates to quiet her mind.
• Due to Diana's ability to read the thoughts of others, a discreet protocol is put in effect on any starship or starbase she occupies, outlying precautions that the chain of command, from commodore to chief, must take for the sake of security. These precautions are not taken under the assumption that Diana has ill intent, but solely under the assumption that she may learn sensitive information without actively searching for it.
• Diana regularly takes moderate-strength to deal with the constant headaches she experiences. These are a side effect of her ESP, and have occasionally rendered her incapacitated after intense training exercises where she overexerted herself.

Star Trek: Cadets - A Starfleet Extended Training Cruise RP

Diana Morro - Security Division

"If you don't get that tricorder away from me right this instant, I'm going to rip your intestines out and use them to hang you from the ceiling." 🎶🎶🎶Starset - Telekinetic🎶🎶🎶

---

Age: 20

Species: Human

Gender: Female - She/Her

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 178lbs

Appearance Description: Physically, Diana is a bit of an oddity. Aside from being of a somewhat stocky build, one only has to look at her to tell that she isn't an ordinary human. Across Diana's left eye is a large and faded scar, and both of her eyes are a reflective, glassy pale color. This is a telltale sign that Diana is an "esper," or a psychic. Her skin is dotted with various markings such as puncture marks and what appear to be the remnants of medical stitching, but these are not mentioned in her medical records.

Starfleet Record

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Division: Operations

Role: Acting Head of Security / Ensign

Academy Major: Parapsychology

Academy Minor(s): Weapon Systems and Tactical Combat

Esper Rating: 153

• Memory Alpha: Extrasensory Perception

Personal Information

---

Biography: Years ago, Diana lived on a plant know as Nero 8. It was a Federation planet colonized three decades prior, with much of the planet being mostly untamed wilderness. Nero 8 was home to the terrestrial Starbase 97, a state-of-the-art facility with a port in the atmosphere for spacefaring vessels to dock for leave, maintenance, crew rotations, and anything else deemed necessary. Starbase 97 spanned roughly two and a half kilometers of land, and far beneath its surface, Diana was experimented on. She does not remember her life before this, or if she ever truly had one, but Diana was a test subject for a deranged scientist who became obsessed with extrasensory perception. He abducted certain individuals, and used unethical technology to wipe their memories of their home or families. Raised in captivity, Doctor Ryan Jenson subjected his playthings to torturous procedures designed to awaken, and amplify their potential for ESP. Jenson believed he could rewire the structure of a subject's brain to "align" them with the harmonic resonance of the Galactic Barrier, allowing them to tune into it like a radio. These procedures were painful, invasive, and traumatizing. They were often unsuccessful, only causing pointless agony to the victim. After roughly 40 trials, not a single subject had survived the procedure. All of them suffered neurological necrosis, their brains rotted away to pulp.

Except for Diana.

She was 11 years old when doctor Jenson administered the psychogenesis procedure. Diana suffered a severe aneurism, loss of motor control in her limbs and violent seizures for the next three weeks, but she survived. Her brain did not reject the treatment, even if it damn near killed her as well. When she recovered, the doctor redirected all of his resources into ensuring Diana's growth would not be impeded. His secretive facility under the starbase was made to withstand any kind of testing needed to promote the development of Diana's psychic abilities. By 15, she was able to read the thoughts on doctor Jenson's mind like second nature. She could move pieces on a 3D chess board without lifting a finger from across a room, and pick out any playing card in a deck before searching for it. Her abilities seemed to defy science, going as far as to project her voice into the mind of the crazed doctor despite not being a Betazoid. These achievements were groundbreaking, but they left scars on Diana's mind. She resented the doctor, resented being buried under miles of metal and rock where she'd never see the light of day. Diana wanted to escape and see the outside world that she knew was out there, but she wasn't strong enough.

The doctor's tests were cruel. There were days where she could barely stand due to the constant, invasive tests and how painful they left her. Harvesting brain cells for study under microscopes, induced atrophy to test if Diana could heal it with her mind, and mental stress tests were just a few of the psychotic things that Ryan Jenson put her through. Perhaps there was some figment of productivity in it all, because Diana eventually found a way to take her freedom from the jaws of purgatory. When Diana was 17, her psychic abilities reached their peak. She caught a glimpse of someone's thoughts, someone high above the atmosphere in Nero 8's orbital station. They weren't particularly important as an individual, but the very presence of this consciousness sparked Diana to question doctor Jenson. She asked him about the world outside the "science bunker" as he called it, but the doctor told her to ignore it. Despite his refusal to talk about the subject, Diana could feel the trepidation rolling off of him. He was afraid of what she could do, now that she could detect things miles in the sky. Emboldened by this, she refused to let the subject be ignored, and pressed him for information. They erupted into an argument, in which tempers flared enough that Jenson struck her across the face.

Diana did not bring it up again. Instead, she concentrated and slowly focused more and more on what she felt, until she became aware of the space station itself, not just an individual person. So many minds existed beyond her cage, and they were all free. Their emotions were feint, but they weren't sad or in pain like her. Why did so many people in the world feel happy and free when she did not? Why? Why? WHY?!

Diana decided that she was powerful enough to leave on her own. If Jenson would not let her live as her own person, then she would make that decision on her own terms.

One day, when the doctor was away, Diana reached into the atmosphere from far, far below Starbase 97. Her mind became an anchor, and she tied it to the space station. 30,000 kilometers of metal and crashed down to Nero 8 like a meteor from the heavens. The station's dilithium reactor, large enough to power a dozen Constitution starships, detonated on impact. The blast destroyed the entire Starbase and shook the geologic foundation of Nero 8 to its core. The strain took a great toll from Diana, who was knocked unconscious by falling debris and did not wake up for two days due to the mental strain. Diana found her way out of the destruction, and bore witness to a veritable apocalypse. Nothing but ash, dust, twisted metal and a burning sky were there to greet her. The death toll was in tens of thousands. Her arm had been dislocated from the destruction, but she was alive. Alive, and the only living soul on an entire planet.

She roamed the ruins of Starbase 97 for months, scavenging for scraps of food and knowledge to piece together the world around her. Diana found a phaser and used it to hunt animals that made their way through the ruins. She was alone on a barren rock, but she did not care, because she was alive and free. Her freedom would not last, though. The destruction of Starbase 97 and its sister station shocked the entire Federation. Three starships were sent to investigate under the assumption that this was a deliberate assault by Romulan forces. All three ships sent away large away teams to scour the base for survivors. After a week, the only survivor they found was a 17 year old girl with pale white eyes and a phaser. The team that found Diana struggled to get her aboard their ship, and struggled even more to give her medical attention. The sickbay's medical team tried to restrain her for her own good, but three different doctors were flung backwards. Security was called, and the girl was sedated just long enough to give her first aid. After the incident was taken care of and the search was called off, Diana was questioned extensively regarding many things, such as her "abilities" and the destruction on Nero-8, which was placed under quarantine until further notice. She denied knowing anything about the base's destruction- Who would blame that calamity on a child?

A team of scientists questioned her about her psychic powers, taking extensive interest in her. But they were all scared off when she offered to snap them in half with her mind. It was made very clear from the start that Diana could neither be studied safely, or allowed to go her own way. Starfleet command decided they would rather confine the girl to a cell and strap her to a bed to study her than let her live her life in peace. Her ESP abilities were so incredible that Starfleet command deemed it paramount to understand her. But despite this, Diana fought them at every chance, telling them they had no authority over her, that she would not be experimented on, and more. Her unique situation aside, the girl had nowhere else to go. Diana was to Earth, and brought before the Federation Council, the very heart of the Federation's legislation. The Council discussed her unique situation, having the highest ESP rating in Federation history by an absurd margin and wanting to simply be left alone, and proposed a compromise. They would not allow her to leave their sight, due to her dangerous nature and the prospect of scientific study, so they gave her two options.

Diana could join Starfleet as a cadet, under any division she felt interested in, and an order would be mandated for her autonomy to be respected while she adjusted and underwent her training through the academy. If she did, then Starfleet command would respect her boundaries, and would not impose their authority on her to learn the nature of her psychic abilities, or her history on Nero-8. She could use her abilities for the good of the Federation, and carve out a legacy where she meets the expectations of her supposed superiors. Diana would be respected, with the expectation that she respect the Federation and what it stood for.

Alternatively, Diana could refuse to join Starfleet, and she would be taken into custody. Diana would be committed to the finest scientific institution in the federation, where the greatest parapsychologists would study her in humiliating detail for the rest of her life. Her autonomy would be nonexistent, and she would be little more than something to be ogled and gawked at. Her brain would be surgically removed after her death, and anything interesting and remarkable about Diana's existence would be credited to a scientist who published a work about her.

Both options meant she lost the ability to make her own future, and find her own way in the world. But the record already showed that Diana was more than willing to use violence for the sake of protecting herself. Knowing this, the Federation Council was pleased that she decided to enroll in the academy. For the next two years, she dodged any and all demands by Federation scientists, and tried to make the best of her suboptimal situation. In spite of her unique background, Diana has proven to be very dedicated in her training and her fields of study. While she lacks a lifetime of education like most other cadets, the playing field is levelled out by her nature as a living trump card. She is now on the verge of graduating from the academy, but her grace period offered by the Council won't last much longer. One day, the order will be given to subject Diana to testing, per the agreement she made that allowed her to simply "adjust." Diana does not know when this day will come, only that it will.

Other Details:

• Diana is very, very good at three-dimensional chess. Even without her psychic abilities, she could defeat a Starship computer in less than 5 turns. She once beat a Vulcan flag officer in a match that lasted three hours, shortly after her trial before the Federation Council.
• Diana often spends weeks without sleep, due to her psychic abilities making dreams a very... Uncomfortable thing to experience. Instead, she meditates to quiet her mind.
• Due to Diana's ability to read the thoughts of others, a discreet protocol is put in effect on any starship or starbase she occupies, outlying precautions that the chain of command, from commodore to chief, must take for the sake of security. These precautions are not taken under the assumption that Diana has ill intent, but solely under the assumption that she may learn sensitive information without actively searching for it.
• Diana regularly takes moderate-strength to deal with the constant headaches she experiences. These are a side effect of her ESP, and have occasionally rendered her incapacitated after intense training exercises where she overexerted herself.

X-Men: GenetiX

While she was typing away at the miraculously powered devices, Ryder looked up at the old man. ”Nearest car lot. Plenty of cars these days are electronic enough that I could drive them in my sleep. I’ll figure it out from there…” She pulled up an address on the laptop, and psychically sent it to the phone. ”And unless you want a repeat of earlier, you might want to bail soon. I’m still hooked to Umbra, and they’re planning to send out more pigs to the slaughter. And I can see theough the cameras in town from here. The mob’s gonna be here soon. So either run or stay for the pinch. I sure as hell won’t be.”

Both of those things were true. As they spoke, the guards of Umbra Biogenetics were preparing to mount another assault. Meanwhile, the mutant-hating townspeople were hot on the trail of the three outsiders. If they didn’t scatter or run now, they’d be surrounded shortly by one group or the other.

Ryder went dead silent for a second, and shut her eyes. When she opened them, she rolled her shoulders. ”Those radios are too easy,” She commented, apparently having turned more handheld radios into grenades as she did once already.