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Once his team had gotten through, Zhevon stepped through as well. The Arbite who had opened the wall up for them instantly closed the gap, letting none of the rioters to exploit the gap. Checking the brothel out, he admitted that it was clearly more on fire than he had previously thought. Adrianne added a comment that was on the same train of thought that he was on, a fire extinguisher would be preferable. As if on cue, a Valkyrie Gunship appeared, flying low and dispersing the riot, with the Arbite shield wall splitting into squads to chase down and arrest any who stayed.
Once the gunship had landed, a single figure stepped off of it.
“I am Techsorcist Malek, my superiors have commanded me to lend you my assistance in any way you see fit. I believe you expressed interest in gaining entry to this building?” The walking tank introduced himself.
"Ah, good." Zhevon said, like he had expected Malek's arrival. As Aviza began to plan with Malek and Adrianne, Zhevon took the time to contact a few friends about their problem. Once he had finished, he opened a channel to Bravo, who was out of breath. He'd apparently joined the shield wall and was in one of the squads that had chased down the rioters. Once he turned his attention back to his team, Adrianne had taken imitative, grabbed the fire extinguishers and already begun to extinguish the fires in the main hallway. "Alright. If you don't want to go in, you don't have to, but I would like as many eyes as possible going through that place. Adrianne, if you could detect any chaos energies from any object, that would be nice." Zhevon stepped into the scorched hallway, avoiding bones and piles of foam. "If we have no direction let's start heading towards a basement or something, there's usually stuff hidden there." He peered through a door, revealing that the particular room was still on fire, "There'll be a squad of additional Arbites coming in to investigate that explosion, and a group of fire-fighters arriving in the next couple of minutes as well."
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so, is the preliminary character approved? i will make the character better and more fleshed out if so.


looks good, throw it into the chartab with whatever fleshing out you want to do.
eh? huh?

Uh
Yeah, more posts = good
posted

kind of burnt out so it's not all that good, but its good enough I think
Zhevon grimaced as he heard the sounds of a riot as they neared the Brothel, that made investigating the place a lot more difficult.
"Alright, maybe a peacefu-" Ben began, cut short the the sounds of gunfire hitting the armor of the truck. "New plan. Pick targets, there are a lot out there. Try to only fire when fired upon. Looks like one of your friends is out there, sister. We need to get in that building." He was quick to getting out and picking off the rioters with firearms.
Next out was Adrianne. Zhevon made his way out the door as well, thinking that Ben would make a good second in command.
"It appears the mob is blocking our path to the brothel." Adrianne stated. "Waiting on the local arbites to solve this is out of the question. By the time they will have culled the mob, there'll be nothing left of the building but burning cinder and ash. If we're going to get there in time to find anything whatsoever before the fire claims it, we'll have to either fight our way through the crowd or find an alternate route."

Zhevon hopped out, noting that Aviza had already begun to address the mob. She only managed to dissuade a small portion of the mob though, before they attempted to shoot at her. Zhevon let out a quiet "Oh" as she revved her chainsword and began to cut a path out of the mass of people. He quickly looked to the rest of his team.
“I have reached the other side and am currently waiting for you to join me in front of the burning brothel. Follow the path of death and slaughter to find the Arbiter who will let you through.” Aviza said through the vox.
"Yep, that just happened. We're going to follow that path, stay close and don't stray. What Duren said, don't fire unless fired upon. Let's go!" Zhevon yelled over the mob, he turned towards the mob and took his first step before an armored vehicle exploded with great force, throwing Zhevon off balance and to the ground.
"Everyone out there alright? I want to hear from each of you, not sure if the rioters did that or what happened." Aviza spoke again through the vox.
Zhevon coughed and grunted, "I'm good." He reported, he looked behind him to check if the rest of his team was okay, then he got up, "Okay now let's go!" He began to run through the path that Aviza had made. Once he had made it to the Arbite line, the Arbite opened up the shield wall. Zhevon stood just outside of the shield wall, ensuring that his entire team would go through before he did.

He clicked open his vox to the team, "Once we're all through, me and Velenthin will go into the brothel and comb the place for intel. We'll need one volunteer, everyone else will stay with the arbites and make sure that the line is not broken. I don't want us to walk out of the place surrounded by angry rioters."
Galen Vassar sat on the grass looking out to the city. This was the last city of humanity, built underneath The Traveler. It was only an hour or two since he had arrived, he had spoken briefly to Commander Zavala, who had reminded him of his old drill sergeant. Except paler, and slightly more blue. Perhaps Commander Zavala had some sort of condition, Galen toyed with the thought. Since speaking with Commander Zavala, Galen went on a small shopping spree. He did his best to gather what he could, but all he ended up with was a simple belt, a combat knife, paracord, small notebook and pen, a watch, and finally a flashlight.

He looked to The Traveler. He had never seen him before, only hearing of the legendary sphere, and there he floated. Dead? Alive? In a coma or merely a hibernation? Galen then looked down at his assorted equipment, laid on top of a small bag that one of the vendors had given him. He felt both armored and naked in his current armor. Lightmail, his Ghost called it. It was thin, and didn't offer much protection, and the others that he had walked by looked stunning. In flowing robes, heavy armor, or hidden under masterfully made cloaks. They looked impressive, Galen looked less impressive. They carried colorful and magnificent weapons with an air of power surrounding them. Galen carried simple weapons. A Khvostov, a simple steel grey Duke Mk.21 revolver, and a Jester SA/2 rocket launcher. He felt lost, unsure of what to do.

"What a strange assortment of things you have gathered." A voice surprised him, it belonged to his Ghost, Cryptid, who was now floating next to him. "What do you intend to do with these?" She spoke.
Galen cleared his throat. "Well... The first thing, the knife, is useful in a lot of ways. Uh, stabbing things for one. Also useful for utility, if I need to cut wires or open a panel. The rope, I can use to tie things together, or maybe tie a prisoner up. The watch is useful for timing, and the notebook and pen for jotting down notes. And the uh, flashlight is for light."
"You don't need the light-thing, I can provide light."
"I like having my own source of light, but I'll keep that in mind." Galen reassured,
"Also, I have two messages for you!" She cheerily said,
"Eh?" Galen rose an eyebrow. Cryptid then played the first message.

"Guardian Vassar. You may not know yet, but The City has been attacked numerous times over the last month. The aggressors are a new Fallen clan that calls themselves the House of Blight. Since their first appearance, their strength has only grown, their weapons, armor, and tactics evolve at a pace that suggests that an outside force is assisting them.
You will be going to the Exclusion Zone, a very dangerous place here on Earth. The Fallen located here are said to be more aggressive, violent, and skilled than the typical Fallen you would encounter. An experienced Guardian will be leading you and a team of others into this Zone... I realize that you are young, and new to this world, but I know that you will do well. Meet your team at the lower level hanger, your ship will be an IPF-D77. I will send additional information when the entire team is gathered."


Galen scratched his head, "The Fallen are those four armed bastards right?"
"Correct."
"The second message?"
"It is a message from Commander Zavala, it says that there is a package waiting for you inside of the changing and locker rooms. Should I lead you there?"

Galen gathered his things and got up, nodding. Cryptid then started to float away, with Galen in tow. In a short amount of time, they arrived at the locker rooms, finding a large crate with his name stamped on it. "Huh. Guess this is mine." The Guardian muttered, he opened it, revealing a very fancy set of armor. He grinned.
"That is a set of Spearhead Type 0." Cryptid informed him. Galen spent the next couple of moments getting that armor on, and fitting all of his equipment onto his belt, and then putting his belt on.
"Well this suit is pretty comfortable." He commented, "Let's get to the hanger, lead on."

Several moments later, he walked into the hanger, noting that several other people had already shown up. Galen stayed quiet, opting to merely walk up and stand next to them, he noted that Cryptid promptly disappeared. Kind of a shy one.
I will post sometime tomorrow, for now I watch Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back
the post is done, @Skyrte

want anything changed or can we proceed with this?


Yeah looks good, we'll go with your post.
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