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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Richard Midas had watched the events unfold in Lost Haven from the massive picture window in his office. On a normal day, his office window provided him with an unrivaled view of the city, however, on this day it gave him a clear view of the battle that had been waged in the streets as well as in the skies above the city. However, as the battle raged on and he realized that the military, nor the city's population of meta humans would be able to end the alien incursion before it reached his doorstep, he decided that perhaps it was time to remove himself as well as a few of his more valuable assets away from the battleground. He had hoped that Sparks and Racheli would be back by now to assist in the relocation, however, the last he'd heard, they had decided to fight the threat head on in Chinatown, of all places. Their disobedience infuriated him, so much so that he had been tempted to use the kill switch implanted in Racheli's brain, however, he had decided against that course of action. He had decided that taking a power player like Ms Desdemona off the field while the fate of the world was very much at stake would be a bit...rash. Midas would deal with them at a later time, a time when hopefully the entire world was not burning.

Midas, flanked by Peter Jordan and a pair of bodyguards gifted to him from his new friends in the Eye of Osiris made their way through the long hallway several meters below Midas Industries. The bright lights and white tile gave it an almost sterile feel. Truth be told, Midas found the entire sub level uncomfortable, however, most of the time it did not bother him. Yet, with everything going on in the city above, and all over the globe in general, the space felt more claustrophobic than ever. However, at this moment, the most important thing to Midas was getting to them.

Though they were his creations, they were the closest thing he had to children of his own, at least that he was aware of. They may have been created artificially, but he had watched them grow from a vial of DNA and chemicals, into the smart and inquisitive children that they had become. However, his “affection” for the children was not his only motivation, although he saw them as his own children, a considerable fortune had gone into creating the children. And the fact that they had been created from the DNA of one of the most powerful beings on the planet made the twins invaluable to him and Midas Industries. Indeed, he had big plans for the twins. But first, he had to get them to safety. As powerful as they may be one day, at this moment, they were still powerless preteens.

The quartet had made their way along nearly the entire length of the long hallway until they finally reached a large magnetically sealed door. Midas made his way to a control console and placed his eye against a retina scanner, which triggered a green light above the door when it accepted his retinal scan, and the door hissed as it slowly slid open, revealing a child's bedroom. The room was colorfully decorated with pictures of cartoon characters and drawings, and was furnished with a small couch, a TV and a set of bunk beds. And inside the room, sitting on the floor surrounded by toys were a pair of children; a boy and a girl, who looked to be no more than ten or eleven years old, but in actuality were much, much younger.

“Children, grab your things. It's time to go.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

So just another day basically?

@IrishAngelQueen

pretty much, yeah

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Sorry I disappeared for awhile. Real life shit got… more shitty. But it’s starting to look up now. I can try to post or something but could someone do a quick recap of where we are? There’s a lot to read and reading too much hurts my brain.

@IrishAngelQueen

Welcome back.

Aliens have shown up, bombarded earth and are in the middle of trying to take over/exterminate us

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

He stood atop the massive Arlaaekan tank, known to few outside of the grand Arlaaekan army as The Warbringer, continuing to watch in disdain as Earth's heroes fought with all they had against the relentless onslaught of the the Arlaaekans. He wanted nothing more than to jump into the fray and deal with the so called heroes himself, however, he had orders from the Autocrat himself:

“Stay the course, and observe. Only strike when you must.”

The Autocrat's words still echoed in his mind, and while he would never dare disobey a direct order from the leader of the Arlaaekan people, as he was well aware of the fates of the few who have, he still wanted nothing more than to get his hands dirty. And for a moment, he thought that his chance had finally arrived.

“I’ve got a message from my fellow inhabitants of this rock that we call home: pack up your army of E.T.’s back onto your flying saucers and go bully a different planet. We really don’t like bullies here on Earth,” the armored hero, “The Iron Knight,” told him.

Beneath the half mask covering the lower portion of his face, The Outsider's mouth curled into a sneering grin. Then, there was a commotion as a creature began rampaging nearby with tentacles reaching out, slaughtering some of his men while at the same time sending humans scurrying in every direction. The sudden appearance of the inhuman creature got the attention of the armored hero, who moved away from the Warbringer and toward the creature who was wreaking havoc on the ground below.

No sooner had the armored Guardian turned his attention to the bizarre entity below than had something else caught the Outsider's attention. On the street below, the silver and cobalt clad hero known as Icon fought off a legion of Arlaaekan soldiers. As the Outsider watched Icon in action, he began to scowl beneath his mask. To the Outsider, Icon represented everything about this world that he hated, a world that had left him to die and forgotten about him.

However, to the Outsider, that was another life, one that he had mostly put behind him. A life that he could finally put to rest with the destruction of his home world. However, before he could witness the destruction of Earth, he wanted to slaughter its heroes, starting with Icon.

***

They just kept coming.

No matter how many of the invaders they put down, more of the teal skinned marauders just arrived in what seemed like wave after never-ending wave. Only to be beaten back by the Guardians, as well as a number of other super powered beings, only the cycle to replay itself.
“Guardians, is anybody going to do anything about the tentacle monster rampaging through the streets?” Iron Knight's voice came through the Guardians' communicators.

“Tentacle monster? Wha-” Icon was cut off as a black and purple blur appeared before him, Icon recognized him as the man who had been standing on top of the gigantic tank. Before he could react, the figure grabbed him by the throat, and with one hand hoisted him into the air and then slammed him down onto the street, shattering the pavement beneath him. In a single motion, he picked Icon back up and connected with a wild round house right which staggered the hero, and then followed with a kick which struck Icon in the chest, sending him crashing through the front of a nearby storefront.

Icon lay among the rubble as he tried to get his bearings. He had been surprised by the ferocity of the sudden attack. He rolled over and slowly got to his feet, and when he did he found himself again face to face with the black and purple clad invader. The thing that struck Icon about this adversary wasn't the immense power that he seemed to possess, but that he was different from the others.

“You're human.” Icon said as his attacker moved closer to him.

“I was.-” the Outsider admitted. “-a long time ago.” He finished as he lunged for Icon who evaded the attack and countered with a right hand, which missed its mark. The Outsider hit Icon with a back hand and in one fluid motion reversed direction and followed up with an elbow to Icon's temple, the blow knocked the hero back. Staggered by the blow, Icon wasn't able to protect himself when his attacker unleashed an incredible energy attack which blew him back through the front of the storefront. Icon rolled several times before coming to a stop in the street. As Icon looked up, he saw that the store that he had just been thrown from was engulfed in flames, and the man who had so easily tossed him aside was striding toward him.

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@nitemare shape

Kay, so... I just got inspired to something, but I'm gonna need another character.

Devero

Everything in here basically occurred in a Fate Core campaign.

Name: Devero Ruffalough

Alias: Gun Dog, Wild Riot Ranth, Wyrm Slayer

Race: Ranth

Faction: Mandalorian

Alignment: Neutral

Class: Bounty Hunter (Heavy Gunner)

Appearance:

To begin with, Devero is a Ranth, a hairy caninoid hailing from the planet of Caaraz. The world is one of a harsh climate, due to its unusual north-south rotation causing one side to bake volcanically while the other side is a shifting tectonic mess of a frozen tundra. Nearly all of his kind are described as tall, heavy-furred creatures with natural survival and hunting prowess, making them excellent trackers and combatants. They are strong against the elements, particularly cold, and Devero considers himself strong amongst his kind. Many are similar, and thus you will often see the muscular frame, the dark-haired body, the semi-flat muzzle, the dark eyes, the clawed hands and feet, the whipping tail... This goes on, and it is fair to say that Devero at least looks normal for his kind. However...there's more.

Devero has Mando Armor. It's not stolen either, as it was clearly outfitted FOR him. He wears Mandalorian heavy armor, which has yet to be completely Beskar, but it's still very tough. It is a black-and-orange armor designed to fit his size, including a Pre Vizsla-style helmet with side-mounted antennae that is built to accommodate his muzzle and head shape. Markings on Devero's armor show off the jaws of a great beast painted on the whole of the front chest plate area, with a mark of some kind of serpentine creature on his shoulder in yellow, as an indicator of the clan he belongs to. Weaponry will be described below, but we must draw attention to the heavy backpack mounted on the armor. It is a powerful combination jetpack/powerpack, with missle-launching capability. It speaks to Devero's violent nature...

Personality:

Devero is a modern Ranth, as opposed to a nomadic one. When the Galactic Empire discovered Caaraz and saw the potential use of his kind, he was among those to go into space. As a result, he is very non-traditional, though survival and battle instincts run strong. He is a wild thing, though, a creature of violent impulse, and not even out of anger, most times. He loves it, especially explosions! Yes, our boy here is kind of a violence junky and defintely a pyromaniac. He howls in triumph or when he's bored, he has a demented Scooby Doo laugh, and he was intimidating to people even BEFORE he got the armor!

Our crazy-go-nuts caninoid, however, DOES have a saner side to him. It's not to say that the wild side was all a bluff, but it DOES just so happen to be great cover for his attention to what's important, which is making sure he kills specifically those that are his kind's and his clan's enemies. (Yes, the creed does state that your own race of origin shall not have preferential treatment, but given who his enemies already were, it does not actually matter.) He is reluctant to break what little standards he has as a sentient being. Pushing him to a point, he IS open to a potential hire that could set his skills to tip the balance in a fight, but you also have NO idea what he's thinking, even without the helmet on.

Post-armoring, he's really loving this. Devero now considers himself one of the most dangerous individuals alive in the galaxy, and he rolls with it! He commits pretty much to the way, but he is still who he is, which is a Ranth who really loves his work.

Items:

Mandalorian Armor (Heavy Type) - A set of armor made for heavy infantry and built to accommodate the Ranth species. It is black-and-orange, with a smidgen of yellow, with the chest plate made of Beskar, while the helmet, arms, and legs were all formed of Matrix Armor, an armor used on ship hulls created to turn aside energy attacks. As stated above, the design on the chest depicts the jaws of a great beast, and the clan marker is that of some form of serpent.

Combination Jet/Powerpack Unit - The unit was broadly based upon a JT-12 Jetpack, which was capable of housing three small missles, but this was a heavily-modified version crossed with a heavy powerpack, making it closer to Paz Vizsla's unit, complete with heavy cord for connection to a heavy weapon. The missle launcher naturally responds to a built-in targeting computer with a HUD in the helmet.

Custom Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon - Read as 'blaster minigun'. This is a well-known weapon of very dangerous proportions, a rapid-repeating blaster weapon built for heavy suppression and destruction. Devero's in particular has an added feature, though. With a little parts realignment, the weapon becomes an anti-armor cannon with an ion discharge. This is what his powerpack connects to, and is thus usually stored on his back when not in use.

SoroSuub Firelance - A short blaster rifle he uses as a sidearm. It's as light as a carbine, and has a very good stun setting for capturing people, as well. It's hooked to Devero's side for an easy draw.

Grenades/Explosives - Devero is an expert demolitionist, and therefore makes alot of his own devices when he cannot find a supplier on his own. So, he may be found carrying frag, flash, cryoban, ion, adhesive, and other grenades along with proper demo equipment on his belt at any given time.

Compact Flame Units - Mounted on the underside of both arms of his armor at this wrists. They fire at a higher pressure than normal due to the integrating parts from a Firestorm Flame Projector that use to be attached to his Firelance.

High-Capacity Grapple Line - Left-arm mount for his armor. Due to his size, the standard grapple launcher is slow to reel him up to places, and that led to a nasty leg-biting one time, so he went and got an upgraded model.

Micro-Rocket Launcher - Integrated into the wrist of right gauntlet of his armor. This fires a single shot at a time of compact rocket-propelled explosive. It is meant for quick penetration and blowback.

Sith Light Saber - Found on Dxun and attached to the right arm of Devero's suit. He isn't trained in its use, and he is not a Force-Sensitive, but he's got a good swing of it. Its placement as a fixed device is so that he basically can't accidentally cut himself with it.

Background:

Born on Caaraz, Devero was among those taken and 'hired' by the Galactic Empire after their species was discovered and a general uplift program was put in place to train them to work for the Empire. Educated in the ways of the galaxy according to their view, it was only his own general cynicism and his fellow Ranth that kept him from being just an Imperial soldier. Ranth were considered second-class citizens in the Empire, employable but not desirable. They were overworked, underpaid, and Devero personally hated that he didn't get to blow things up enough. His violent pyromaniac tendancies tended to get him into trouble...or rather sometimes, the next Ranth over because of how difficult it was for Imperials to tell them apart. Nevertheless, he spent time working for the Empire while it was still intact, except he also kind of wasn't, because he was also a member of the Ranth underworld, a group known simply as 'The Pack'. Their goals were that, in not trusting the Empire, they would exploit the Empire by taking them for all they were worth under their noses. Supplies went missing, weapons were misappropriated, and even some of the accidents that supposedly destroyed articles were faked events. Not all of them, mind you, but some of them.

In time, though, he decided to leave Imperial employ altogether and became a gun for hire, and sometimes a bounty hunter...which actually landed him in enough hot water to be thrown into a crimelord's prison for a good number of months. It was here that he met a group that would end up getting up to all kinds of craziness and hijinx in the universe. Specifically, he met a Rodian bounty hunter, an Echani martial artist, and an ex-Imperial agent - the likes of which would help him get free and work to get revenge on the crimelord, except...things didn't go as planned. It all started when a Moff wanted them to kill an Echani diplomat on Coruscant, who was actually their guy's uncle. They still did it, buuut there was a bit of a problem...in the form of Inquisitors. You see, something that wasn't realized at the time was that...the Rodian and the Echani were Force-Sensitive, aaand so was the Echani's sister, who was one of the Inquisitors. Naturally, when the Dark Troopers waltz in with a pair of 'laser sword' users, it's time to leave and collect their pay. Problem is...the Moff was dead, killed and made to look like they did it in order to get him out of the way and make an excuse to put their little party on the most wanted list.

It was after ducking some trouble for a while that they got the attention of a Mandalorian. Between their known actions, their thrilling victories in an underground deathsport, and the knowledge of the Force-Sensitivity (which Devero did not share), the Mandos were intrigued and interested. So much so, in fact, that they were invited for training on the planet Dxun, a deadly jungle planet once inhabited by Sith and Imperials alike. The fauna of this planet were ruthless, and the traps left in Sith tombs deadly, but the four of them pulled through, as did another team. On the day of their pickup, they all decided to explore one last ruin...only for a huge creature to practically unearth the place as it attacked them! The creature was a product of ancient Sith alchemy, a converted Exogorth that was simply known as a War Wyrm. The Sith left them as guardians, and this one was more vicious than anything they'd encountered before, including the Zakkeg and the Hssiss!

Despite the creature's obvious savage power, the group prevaled. It helped that actual working Sith weapons had been found and used in battle, as well as the fact that Devero got the beast to swallow ALOT of explosives that subsequently blew up its neck. Devero took the jaws as a trophy and painted the pattern on his armor, while the likeness OF the Wyrm became their clan symbol. From here, it was all about earning their Beskar to turn those starting full-body armor suits into proper Mando Armor. Success was varied, and they got some, but the motherlode was sadly taken...by an Inquisitor who has used ancient alchemy to bond the Beskar to his SKIN, making him damn near invulnerable!

Well...unless you had ion weapons handy.

Supporting Characters:

Mandalorians - You know 'em, you love 'em, but cross 'em, and you die.

Clan Wyrm Slayer - Ghil Vayn (Echani Male), Kelmor Jath (Ex-Imperial Human Male), and Rissa Oze (Rodian Bounty Hunter) make up his fellow members aboard the ship, Halcyon Star. It is a small clan that they themselves started out.

@FalloutJack

looks good, approved

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

I'm off for a couple of days after tomorrow, expect posts

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Oh boy, i was about half way through my opening post, when i fell asleep at my computer and i don't know what i pressed during that time, but i managed to get rid of the entirety of it...

@mattmanganon

oh I hate that. Sorry to hear it happened to you.

Also, posts should be coming soon

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

High Command Underground Bunker, Below Washington D.C.

President Jefferson Blake found himself sitting in the center of the oversized round table that was situated in the center of an underground bunker that until today, he didn't know existed. He knew that there were underground tunnels beneath the capitol city, which various government personnel could access in the event of an enemy attack or another emergency, however, until the alien ships arrived over Earth, he had no idea just how elaborate the underground bunker was. The bunker itself had been inspired by long forgotten plans for an expansive underground network that the government could operate from in the event of a direct nuclear attack. The Deep Underground Command Center was supposed to be the perfect fail safe for the government should the city above be destroyed. However, plans for the complex had been abandoned in 1965 when President Johnson dismissed the idea the most idiotic thing he had ever heard in his life.

However, the idea had been revived in the mid 1970's, and President Blake was thankful for that. He sat at the table, looking at the vast monitor arrays which showed satellite images of the sheer destruction that the invaders had wrought upon the world. San Francisco was gone, Hawaii had been ravaged by a tsunami. All across the globe, from Germany to Japan, From Russia to North Korea, cities lay in ruins. Untold millions were dead, and from what he could see, those could be conservative estimates. Yet here he sat, at this large round table with high ranking members of his cabinet, the Joint Chiefs of Staff as well as Congressional leadership, trying to figure out exactly what they were going to do next.

“What I don't understand is, why didn't they take out our satellites? They went to all this trouble to attack us, how could they have an oversight like that?” Senator Beth Lewis asked.

“It wasn't an oversight.-” General Hoskins, a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff said bluntly. “-They didn't care if we had the satellites. They don't think we're a threat to them.”

“Be that as it may, we're not fighting blind. There's significant resistance in Pacific Point, as well as in Lost Haven.” Another general began.

“Which is expected, both cities have large metahuman populations. We can move forces from Point Loma in San Diego to Pacific Point to back up the Metas there, and we can mobilize from Fort Devens, air support could get to Lost Haven in under a half hour, ground support would take longer, but with the Guardians on the ground there, we may have more time.” Hoskins said.

President Blake listened as they talked strategy, and he honestly didn't like the options presented. Regardless of who was fighting on the front lines in Lost Haven, the President knew that they may not have hours. There had to be a better option, and the President believed that he may just have that option available.

“That's not good enough. We may not have a country, hell, a planet in a few hours. We need something that can deploy much faster, and with more firepower.-” President Blake spoke up. “-We need S.T.R.I.K.E.”

“With all do respect Mr President, S.T.R.I.K.E died with Anderson. We need to focus on what we still have, and how best to deploy it.” Hoskins shot back.

“Well General, that's not entirely true.-” President Blake said. “-Isn't that right, Director?” As the President finished speaking, a hidden door at the side of the subterranean conference room slid open, and into the room walked a ghost, a man thought to have been killed in an attack perpetrated by the terrorist organization, The Hounds of Humanity, Director Alexander Anderson himself.

“Oh General, as the old saying goes, the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” Anderson said as he took a seat next to the President.

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Kuat

The shadow of the Imperial Super Star Destroyer Lazarus stretched across a section of the Kuat shipyards as the massive ship came between the space station and the planet's sun, sending the drive yard's defenses into a flurry of activity. For years, the shipyards had served the Empire, churning out some of the greatest war machines in the Imperial arsenal. However, following the death of the Emperor and the destruction of the Second Death Star, the New Republic “liberated” the planet and the ship yards that encircled the world. Shortly afterward, the shipyards began producing weapons for the fledgling government.

One such weapon was an experimental capital ship, similar in design to the famed MC80 Star Cruiser, only much larger in scale. The ship was rumored to be larger than a super star destroyer, and was armed with weapons that had the potential do decimate an enemy fleet on its own. Though those rumors were unsubstantiated, Admiral Kava and the Grand Imperium could not risk allowing the terrorists within the Rebel Alliance to acquire such a formidable weapon. Kava's goals were simple, first she would destroy the Rebel's new toy, and then her fleet would secure the shipyards for the Grand Imperium. Taking an asset such as these shipyards would give the Imperium a vital tool in rebuilding its arsenal while potentially delivering a crippling blow to the Rebels.

From her position at the view port on the command deck, Admiral Kava watched as her forces struck key defense positions on the deck of the shipyards. Once the defense were inoperable, a contingent of walkers would be deployed on the surface to lend aid to the ground forces that would be sent in to secure the facilities. Of course, she was well aware that the Rebels would surely mount a counter attack, however, if her forces did their job, any resistance from the Rebels would be too little, too late. Thus far, Kava was pleased with the efficiency in which her forces struck, and was confident that the Rebels' new ship would be rubble, and the shipyards would be once again in the service of the Empire in no time.

As Kava scanned the besieged ship yard, she spotted the target, the Super Mon Calamari capitol ship. A thin smile stretched across her face as she studied the vessel. She had to admit, it was an impressive ship, however, it mattered little, as she would see to it, that the craft would soon be little more than scrap.

“There.-” Kava said as she pointed at the ship. “Send a detachment of bombers to that ship. I want it destroyed.” Kava ordered. Moments later, a half a dozen TIE Bombers veered off from the rest of the fighters that were laying waste to the shipyards' defenses and made their way toward the New Republic's newest capitol ship.

***

The Twilight Dreams

“Good, reach out from within. Let the Force guide you.-” Luke's voice called to Joren.”-Feel your surroundings.”

Without opening his eyes, Joren did as his master instructed. He felt a hydrospanner as it floated past his head, Reaching out around him, he also felt the training remote that Luke had practically tortured him with for days after Joren had agreed to join Luke on his crusade. Though the remote hadn't been powered on in weeks, the memories of the stinging blasts that the pesky machine had almost seemed to have enjoyed inflicting upon him were fresh in his memories, and if Joren were being honest, he hoped to never have to come face to face with it again. He could also feel other things, spare parts, a blaster, a chance cube, all floating around him as he remained there, deep in meditation.

He had gone through this exercise numerous times since Skywalker had boarded the Dreams with the promise of finishing the training that his father had begun all those years ago. However, this time something felt...different. He felt different. He felt less grounded, almost weightless, as if the Force itself had taken a hold of him and set him adrift in the cargo hold of The Dreams.

“zzzzzkt Luke Old Buddy!” a voice cut through the silence of the cargo hold, interrupting Joren's peaceful meditation. Joren opened his eyes and found that he had indeed been floating several meters off of the floor of the cargo hold, however, with his concentration broken, he could not maintain the levitation, and landed hard, in a heap on the floor. An instant later, there was a thud and a rush of pain as the training remote bounced off his head, and rolled along the floor.

“Ouch.” Joren said as he rubbed his head, unsure as to what had caused the interruption.

He looked to Luke, who was already halfway across the cargo hold to a remote communications array along the far wall. Luke was smiling, and Joren could feel that it was not because of his sudden fall. It was something else, something far more personal. And for an instant, and only an instant Joren could feel a sense of longing from his master, almost as if Luke wished he were somewhere else.

“Lando, it's good to see you.” Luke said to the handsome dark skinned man who's image he could see on the holodisplay.

“Likewise. Unfortunately this isn't a social call.” Lando replied.

“What's Wrong?” Luke said, his demeanor suddenly taking a darker tone.

“The Empire.-” Lando said. “-Or at least one of their factions are attacking the Kuat Shipyards. It's a full invasion force, we really could use all the help we can get.”

“We'll go there now, but surely someone's closer. Han? Wedge?” Luke said.

“Wedge is already here with the rest of Rogue Squadron, Han's halfway across the galaxy near Bakura. He'd never make it in time.” Lando told him.

“We'll be there.” Luke said, trying to reassure his friend.

“Hurry, I don't know how long we can hold out.” Lando said before killing the transmission.

Luke stood there for a moment as he processed what Lando had just told him. If the Imperials retook Kuat, they'd be one step closer to retaking the entire galaxy. He took a deep breath and reactivated the com, calling out to the cockpit of the Dreams.

“Nyna, did you catch all that?” He ask.

“Yeah, we got it Luke.” Nyna replied.

“Set a course for Kuat, we can't lose that shipyard.” Luke said with resolve.

“Coordinates already set, you might want to get strapped in, we're about to make the jump.”

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@nitemare shape Finished my CS.

@mattmanganon

and it's approved.