Raging Fenrir

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Varden. That was the name of her enemy, those soldiers that were spreading out and searching the area. She grit her teeth, the nanobots in side her whirring. She could feel her muscles tightening and her senses sharpening. Her body was preparing for battle. But, it seems her companions decided to fall back. The thought of running away from the Varden sickened her. They should be running from her! She debated breaking off and charging at them herself, but she was apparently outvoted two to one. No matter what the issue was, she wouldn't break what little kinship she felt for the other two girls.

The robot, however, she felt nothing towards. No. 1 was definitely proving herself to be the most kind-hearted of the three. To No. 3, though, he was just a source of information. It was a robot, a tool; it was not a being worth protecting, at least not as far as she could see. "Then grab the thing and lets go," she said to No. 1. "If we're going to run, then let's at least do so effectively. If that thing starts to slow you down, use it as a distraction. Otherwise..." She looked at the robot with a cold expression. "I hope you're prepared to answer all of our questions."

Without giving the robot a second look, she darted into the tunnel alongside No. 2. "You want to fight them, don't you? Do you think we could win in a fight? It might be easier than running, especially if we can get the drop on them." She clearly wasn't happy with running away, and she did nothing to hide her annoyance at their decision in her voice. "You must want to see them bleed as much as I do..."

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The other girls agreed that they should stay together, which she found reassuring. Even though they were lost in a strange and possibly hostile place, at least they wouldn't be alone. She gave the blonde a smile when she placed her hand on top of her own. It was a small gesture, but comforting none the less. And, even though No. 2 didn't seem to be much of an emotional anchor, at least she seemed willing to work with them. However, before they had time to learn anything else about each other, a loud hissing echoed through the streets.

No. 3's body instinctively tensed up. She felt the nano machines buzzing in her right hand, and in a matter of seconds she was holding a small knife. No. 1 seemed paralyzed with fear, but No. 3 found herself frantically analyzing the enemy -- somehow she knew this was an enemy -- for any chinks in its armor. The ship was very well-armed, though, and its weaponry made her nervous. Perhaps it was foolish to take on such an enemy, but every fiber of her being was telling her to fight and kill this foe. If she could lodge her blade in the engine, she might be able to disable it and cause a crash. Then it would be easy prey...

But, before she could test her plan, No. 2 grabbed her arm and started leading them toward a building with a strange creature waving to them. The creature seemed desperate to get them out of sight, but she instantly distrusted this thing. She was glad that No. 2 didn't guide them directly towards it. She picked up her pace and dashed into the building, completely disregarding the ticker tape and seeking cover in the shadows. However, she was not content to sit quietly and wait. They would not be seen by the airship, but perhaps they had fallen into a far worse trap.

She clutched her little knife with white knuckles and called out to the creature. "Present yourself!" She said in an authoritative voice. "Tell us your intentions and speak quickly!"

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@Zoey WhiteBecause they're next in the posting order.

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Everyone still alive?

@Rylonia

Yup. Just waiting on Nemaisare.

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She shook her head when No.2 told her nothing was in her pod. But, for some reason, it did seem to makes sense. The pods contained exactly what they needed and nothing else, but what were they for? Some kind of long-distance transportation? A weapon? They didn't seem equipped for combat... Suddenly she felt something crawling through her skin. The nano-bots were too small to actually feel, so the sensation was more a psychosomatic reaction to some realization. The sensation was not worrying, though; quite the opposite. The buzz of trillions of tiny workers inside of her was reassuring. It meant all was well. She was working properly... whatever that meant.

"I think you're right," she said at last. "There won't be anything in those pods. And something tells me you don't understand what's going on either." No.2's gestures, body language, and desperate searching through the pod suggested that she was just as lost.

Then, a third woman came, a blonde girl with a hood who seemed to be a bit more concerned about their situation. Presumably, this was the No.1 to complete the trio. "Hello," No.3 said calmly, offering just a bit more warmth in her greeting than her masked companion. Her lips even curled upwards slightly, forming the beginnings of a smile. Good, we're together, she thought, though she had no notion of why it was good. Common sense told her that it was unwise to trust strangers. Never let your guard down and never show them vulnerability... but these weren't strangers, were they?

No.1 put her hand on her head, looking rather worried. Without thinking, she approached and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Take it easy. I imagine you're as lost as both of us but we'll figure this out." She then found herself in agreement with No.2's comments. "I don't think 'trapped' is the best word for it. The pods were secure, but it was easy enough to leave. We weren't restrained in any way, and the door was only locked from the inside. Certainly doesn't sound like a trap to me." No.3 let out a sigh. Not a trap, but then what was it?

"I think we should stick together," she said, taking her hand off No.1's shoulder. She looked around the eerie, empty streets. Why was there no one investigating three crashed pods in the middle of a city? "Perhaps we should attempt to make contact with some locals. If this place is our home, someone might know who we are." She had a sinking feeling in her gut, though, that this place was about as far from home as she could get.

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Few more hours of work, then I'll be able to post.

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Everything was dark and her head throbbed. This was the first thing she remembered: darkness and pain. Her eyelids slid open and took in her artificial surroundings. It was a metallic chamber, safe and warm, and yet this place didn't feel like home. No, she wasn't supposed to stay in here. Her hand found the latch, a thick metal beam held in place by intense pressure, and she pulled it with ease. She pushed open the door and stumbled out of the pod, clutching her throbbing head. The cool air rushed into her lungs and invigorated her. Her blurry vision sharpened and the ache in her head slowly began to subside. She felt like she was supposed to know where she was, like she had a task to complete, but curiously, she couldn't begin to guess what it was.

She held out her hand and looked at her appearance. She was covered in some kind of body armor, clearly a high-end model equipped with covert features... How did she know that? How the hell did she know that? Her heart began to race, but not do to fear. No, she didn't feel threatened by this place, at least not to a serious degree. She was the one they were afraid of. She furrowed her brow. For some reason that made her happy. "Good... run," she muttered, though she had no idea who she was talking to. There was no one around, no one to tell her where to go, what she should be doing. Come to think of it, she wouldn't even know who to ask. She searched her thoughts until the throbbing came back, yet ultimately found nothing. She didn't know anyone, not even herself.

"Documents," she whispered. "There should be documents in the pod." She slowly turned back to the pod and began to rummage around for any clues. Who was she? Why was she here? Where was here? She overturned every square inch of the pod, but ultimately, she only found the number 3. Was that her?

Not far away, she saw another pod, similar to her own. There was another girl, searching just as she had. I should join her, she thought, though she didn't know why. She had never seen this person before and knew nothing about her, but for some reason, there was implicit trust. She knew this person would do her no harm, so she approached pod number two. "Did you find anything?" she asked as soon as she was within earshot. Introductions didn't seem to be necessary.

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A Microscopic Army...

Title: 003

Class: Nano Assassin

Abilities: Her body has been infused with self-replicating nanobots. These machines are powered by her own metabolism and can rapidly produce various alloys, forming small throwing knives for attacks. They are programmed to repair all physical trauma to the body, and will stop bleeding and stitch wounds on their own. Likewise, they are programmed to stimulate muscle fibers, giving her an optimal combat body. They can emit an electromagnetic signal that bends light around her, making her appear as little more than a distortion in space. They can infiltrate breaches in enemy integrity and dismantle them from within. The nanobots are controlled by a chip embedded in her brain that is synched up to her conscious and subconscious levels of thought, allowing her to use them actively and reflexively.

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@Rylonia Cool cool. I was figuring the nanobots for my character would be producing disposable weaponry rather than having a signature weapon.

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A Microscopic Army...

Title: 003

Class: Nano Assassin

Abilities: Her body has been infused with self-replicating nanobots. These machines are powered by her own metabolism and can rapidly produce various alloys, forming small throwing knives for attacks. They are programmed to repair all physical trauma to the body, and will stop bleeding and stitch wounds on their own. Likewise, they are programmed to stimulate muscle fibers, giving her an optimal combat body. They can emit an electromagnetic signal that bends light around her, making her appear as little more than a distortion in space. They can infiltrate breaches in enemy integrity and dismantle them from within. The nanobots are controlled by a chip embedded in her brain that is synched up to her conscious and subconscious levels of thought, allowing her to use them actively and reflexively.

Let me know if the nanobots are a bit much. It seemed like the power levels were pretty high for our gals, though, so it should fit.