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My Name is Shadow Daedalus, but I will accept pretty much any diminutive form you can come up with. I am active in the GMT Timezone, and I mention this to help coordinate posting times with others.

I like to RP things with fighting and grit, but chilled out RPs are good too. I'm a little out of practice, so my writing style falls anywhere between Low-Casual and High-Casual.

Wide range of tastes, like Sci-fi, Modern, Fantasy and Historical. This also includes a diverse range of Fandom content, especially Games and Anime.

I don't usually play more that three characters at a time, and I'm more comfortable as a male character, but I might try to expand more in the future, you'll have to wait and see...

Not very interesting, so feel free to ask me questions :D

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Icarus nodded at the mayor's assessment of his deployment but didn't elaborate, given the sensitive nature of the subject. He was the only operative sent by Aegis, at least the only one to the Mayor's knowledge. He was, in truth, sent over as part of a covert strike-team, but this was kept classified from everyone not involved in the mission. Even Alyssa didn't know, and he always told her about his missions so she wouldn't overthink things. He had practically no contact with the other members of his team, given a near radio-silence imposed on them by command, but he knew that the four of them were hidden around the city, searching for information too sensitive for the police force to handle.

He brought his focus back to the room in time to catch the description of the captured extremist, and with it the mention of Detective Li. He thought back on his previous experiences working alongside Telepaths, and how Aegis interrogators are trained to assist them. If he wasn't as resilient as he expected, like the Mayor said, it would be fairly easy to get him to focus on what they needed with the right motivation.

He took the badge from Dwarven man before casting an uncertain glance towards the schoolgirl. He wasn't sure what a girl like was even doing at this meeting, whether she had some kind of innate talent or had simply misunderstood the request, but he was uncomfortable with the idea of bringing her into fold, especially how Icarus planned to go about it. Sweeping his gaze across the group, he realised that no-one had yet introduced themselves. Thusly, he decided to put some names to the faces in front of him.

"If we're going to work together, we're going to need to know what to call each other. I am Lt. Icarus Ryder, Aegis 1st Battalion."
@TheUnknowable I'm obviously still here, I suggested the roll call
I think there needs to be a group mention, so that we know who's still interested
Icarus stood closer to the middle of the room, standing in an 'At Ease' position mainly out of habit. His uniform was black in colour, with the flag of New London, a white unicorn and a gold lion fighting on top of a black shield on a white flag, sewn onto the top of left sleeve and the flag of the UK, 4 black lines in an X formation around 2 more forming a + over a gold flag, on the right, with the symbol of Aegis, A winged sword over a shield surrounded with a laurel, underneath them on both sides. His sidearm was still in its holster on his thigh, but the rest of his rigging had been left behind for the meeting, along with the helmet and cloak he normally wears on missions.

He frowned at the blatant disrespect from the shaved girl, but took a second to breathe and calm himself. He was grateful for the Imp cutting in when he did, saving him from having to make his own comment. It didn't sit well with him that she seemed to completely disregard the fact that innocent people were murdered, simply due to the prejudices of those that considered themselves better because of a stagnant, unchanging bloodline. He mentally conceded the small humanoid's point about the resilience of the fanatics, thinking back to past conflicts against similar groups and even against groups from the City of Claus itself, but they were far from unbreakable. Their fanaticism made them tough but they were still only human, far outclassed by races like the Orcs, Vs'ks'thi and even some subspecies of Therianthrope in their endurance.

He turned to the Imp, nodding slightly before he voiced his opinion.

"I agree they're resilient, but they're only human. As much as I dislike using particularly... harsh methods of interrogation, They're far from unbreakable."

He turned his head back to where the Mayor was standing.

"Do you know if the investigation has turned up any other information, something that might help us narrow down the area before we question him, or get him to talk? Also, an Telepath would be useful to extract information he doesn't want to give up voluntarily, So I'd like to know if there's one available to help."
@Reflection

Khyrr grimaced as he watched the star destroyer begin to pulverise the Tantive IV through the rear sensor, cursing under his breath as he turned back to look at the planet ahead of him, only to curse out loud as the engines suddenly imploded and the weapons overloaded for a reason the Corellian couldn't hope to understand. The force of it as well as the sudden change in inertia was enough to throw him forward for a second, with barely enough time to catch himself from slamming his face into the control panel.

"Dammit! HK, report!"

The assassin droid was already moving, metallic fingers flying across the control panel as Khyrr did the same, the two quickly complying a detailed, if a little dispairing, report on the state of his vessel and its metallic crew. The pilot/engineer was looking through technical readouts and his expression was grim. The sudden damage to the engine had caught a power feedback that had overloaded the powerbank for the entire propulsion subsystem, and the damage to the weapon systems had shorted out the relays in those sections, meaning it would take mor than just replacing the turrets to get them working again. The fixed weapon emplacements were marginally more lucky, but the Precision Laser Cannons were relics from the Old Republic, damn near 3 millennia old, and he could afford to commission a brand new Star Destroyer for how much it would take to replace them, meaning he would have to repair them by hand (if he survived the day, that is). The power grid for the shields had also gone down, but that had happened after the engines, meaning that whatever had just totalled his ship had managed to bypass his shields entirely. If the Empire had a weapon that could do that, they wouldn't hesitate to strap it onto every pile of metal with an engine, so he wasn't sure it was the Imperial ship that had caused it.

"Technical Report: Life Support Systems took minimal damage, functioning at 97%, but the Sensor grid and guidance controls are reduced to only 23% effectiveness. Also, the resultant damage cause irreparable damage to both units B-546 'Engie' and SU-2118 'Broadside', as well as major structural damage to the left-side of Y-14C 'Sparks'. Sparks is recoverable, but both Engie and Broadside are not."

Khyrr fell back into his chair, eyes closed and sighed. This was it, they were crippled and stranded in space, unable to fight back or even defend themselves. He waited for the inevitable barrage of turbolasers... and yet none came. Instead, the Revenant was dragged back into the hold of the Star Destroyer. He sat back up in his seat, on edge and slightly confused. Had they mistaken him for a renegade Imperial vessel? Surely not. While the Fury-class did hold a similar design aesthetic to the TIE line of craft, it was vastly too old to be mistaken like that. 3000 years too old in fact, so that means... they were taking him prisoner. He quickly stood from his seat and looked towards the locker holding his armour and blaster, only to curse for the third time. The locker door was mangled, and debris from one of the subsystems was blocking him from opening it. Outside, the Revenant was dragged across the threshold of the Hangar bay and the artificial gravity of the Star Destroyer took hold of it, causing it fall gracelessly with a metallic thump and rocking the occupants inside.

The doors were forced open and Stormtroopers rushed inside, only to be met by blue-tinted blaster fire. Khyrr had drawn his DE-10 in time to drop the first three troopers to enter his field of view, another two subdued by HK. The fire-fight didn't last long as the Stormtroopers overwhelmed them with sheer numbers, forcing the man and droid to surrender. Soon he was standing among the rebels captured from the escape pods, surrounded by armed Stormtroopers and without a weapon, staring at probably the most feared man in the known galaxy.

He straightened in response to Vader's question and gave a small nod to HK before speaking up, turning his head to look the towering man in the eye... or at least the lenses of his mask.

"That would be me."
@TheUnknowable I was thinking of closer to Class 9, as a kind of 'King Slayer' weapon. It's heavy and unwieldy, difficult to move and the ammo is limited but It's made to break through Magical Defences where all others have failed. I'll adjust my CS in a sec


@TheUnknowable
I've only got two questions about the CS:
First, How does the Mage-bane hormone work exactly? Does it turn the absorbed magical energy into carbohydrates and then metabolise them, or does it turn it directly into chemical energy for the body, like metabolising carbohydrates but not literally?

Second, what scale to we measure the strength of magic by? It is sorted by Names (eg Apprentice, Novice, Adept etc), Ranks (E-Class to S or EX Class), Numbers (eg X Units of Mana/Magical Energy) or something else?
@tobiax I'm not dead yet
I was thinking of doing a Null Mercenary, combining modern weapons with magical items, and maybe giving him a non-human family as motivation?Would that be a viable concept?
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