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Auriga


Auriga gasped, the skull hero fell off. She knew she wouldn't make it in time, not at this distance. She clicked her tongue and went faster, she had to catch the lightning hero. Speeding towards him just in time, Auriga leapt towards him and caught him mid-air before he could hit the concrete. With another person in hand, she couldn't roll into a landing. She landed harshly, if it weren't for her armor, her knees would have buckled and she would have fallen over. She placed the lightning hero on the floor and examined him, still breathing, bruised and battered but still alive. She slapped his cheek a few times. Out cold. She sighed, then looked over to the skull hero who was walking over.

"Hey... sorry to ask this sort of question so suddenly... but do you... for any chance have a robot or something... to destroy that thing once and for all?" The skull hero asked, clearly exhausted. Auriga looked to the massive creature, now having grown two bladed arms, accompanied by numerous miniature versions of itself. As the massive mass of tentacles pulled one of its blade arms out of the floor, the smaller monsters moved towards the three heroes.

Auriga looked to the lightning hero, then to the skull hero. "No robot, not enough funding. I have something else, but if I use it, we'll die to the smaller ones." She stated, lightning was passed out, skull was exhausted, and Auriga herself was already winded. She spoke in her own singular voice, Auriga had stayed silent. "I think we'll have to wait for reinforcement. We are currently combat ineffective against that." She pointed towards the big one, "I'll do my best to keep them away from you two. Be sure to protect your eyes, recoup as best you can." She warned. She took a few paces forwards towards the enemy, in a defensive stance. The first creature to arrive at her attempted to stab at her chest with both blades, it was quick, but luckily Auriga was faster. She spun and threw a back kick, dodging the attempted strike at her chest and replying with a powerful kick to the center mass of the creature, throwing it back several meters. Two more approached, slicing at her wildly. She dashed forward to the one on the left, throwing another superman punch at it, its blades scraping off her helmet and chestplate. Her aim wasn't exact, and its heart wasn't destroyed, but it did appear stunned. The second one came from behind her, throwing a horizontal cut at her chest. She ducked below it, now surrounded, she had to try something else.

She glowed for a split second before a radiant flash of light emitted from her. It worked. The two tentacle monsters were stunned by the flash of light. Auriga grinned, now she had an advantage over them. She grabbed the blade of one monster, chopped off the tentacle connecting it to the body, kicked it in the center and spun around, throwing the blade horizontally at the other stunned monster. Both creatures disintegrating. She dashed forward again, into a majority of the smaller creatures, using her light flash liberally to stun the creatures to create openings. Hopefully another hero would notice and come over to assist.
Auriga


Youko took another bite of her sandwich, a simple turkey sandwich, made with fresh sourdough bread. She savored the warm sandwich, sitting on a bench made of brick and mortar, her bottled tea resting on a simple wooden table. The small restaurant was homely, reminding her of a small cottage in some distant place away from the city, it was surrounded by green. Small trees, vines, pots of flowers, she couldn't possibly know all of the species of plants that was in that small plot of land. It was her favorite sandwich place to go to, and she suspected that she wasn't the only superpowered person to like it. After all, through numerous attacks in the area, this particular sandwich shop has always come out mostly unscathed. The shop had to be incredibly lucky, or a number of protectors, maybe both. Auriga took another bite of the simple, yet delicious sandwich. The satisfying crunch of the lettuce and the soft crumb of the bread, the blending of the turkey and mayonnaise-

Her bluetooth headset chimed. She tapped it, and heard her brothers voice. "Youko! City wide, red alert!" Youko jolted upright, but the brick bench didn't give way and neither did the large wooden table, causing her to just hit her hip against the table. She groaned in pain, her mouth still full of sandwich. She looked down at her sandwich, not even halfway done and frowned. It was pricey, and she couldn't just toss it... "The police are setting up strong points at the hospitals, schools and community centers. As soon as you switch, we'll send you the alerts and coordinates." Her brother briefed her. Youko thought fast, she grabbed the paper plate and her tea, jogging back into the shop. The TV was on, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She turned to the owner of the shop, an elderly woman.
"Excuse me, can you wrap this sandwich and may I leave it here? I'll come back, promise!"
"Of course dear." The woman said, "Youko?" Youko nodded, and the elderly woman took out a sticky note and wrote her name on it. "Now, you have somewhere to be right?"
Youko rose an eyebrow in confusion, and the elderly woman nodded towards the TV. She looked over and saw that the news was on, showing a live feed of the inner city, black, living tar like creatures swarming. Already a number of superpowered people, heroes, were fighting against them. Although the news helicopter wouldn't show much of them, she knew that the first responders were working just as hard.
"Ah, um... yeah. Nothing to do with that stuff, not at all." Youko explained, poorly.
"Good luck dear."

Youko gave a quick two finger salute and jogged out of the shop. Outside, people were hurrying to designated safe zones, phones in hand watching the chaos of the inner city from afar. Youko put her hood on and jogged down the road, surprisingly empty of cars. She sped up into a run, and grabbed the pendent of her necklace, its sharp points poking into her hand. She ripped it off her neck and went into a sprint. She gripped the pendent tighter.
"Starlight Legionaire!"
The pendent glowed in her hand, red rays of light slipping through her fingers. She threw it ahead of her with surprising speed, the shining pendent left her fingers and few a few feet ahead of her before shattering mid air into a cloud of fine particles.
"Auriga!"
In a split of a second the particles gathered together into a sphere, igniting into a bright ball, akin to a sun. Youko took a running leap right into it, the sphere splitting up into bright sections, attaching themselves to the girl. Youko landed on her feet and continued running. The light dulled, revealing red armor, and a white coat. Now Youko was Auriga, and her run went far beyond the speed of a normal human.

"We've got you. Linking data stream now." Her brothers voice crackled through her helmet. A number of blue transparent pillars appeared in her helmets heads up display, the strong points the police and armed forces had set up. "We're acquiring distress calls from a number of surrounded and cut off groups." Auriga sped up, becoming a red blur, heading towards the closest group. A pair of patrol officers and a group of civilians. She turned the corner and saw them holed up in a shop, the two officers barely holding off the creatures. Auriga leapt and performed a superman punch to the closest monster, at her speed and strength, would have outright killed a normal human. But this monster wasn't phased, it recoiled from the punch, but it wasn't destroyed. "The heart Youko!" She heard. Auriga examined the monster a little bit closer, its slime creeping up her right arm. She inhaled sharply, then glowed for a few seconds. A few seconds was all she needed, using the light from her right arm, she examined the monster. Its armed gripped around Auriga, but she saw it! A black mass, darker than the rest of the body. She grabbed the mask of the creature with her left hand, pulling it to hopefully get the heart closer to her right hand. After a moment of struggle she gripped the heart with her right hand, then crushed it. The monster dissolved away into nothing quickly after. One down, but there were still more. She scanned the floor and found loose pebbles from a knocked over pot. She took a few steps to reach them and picked up a number of them. Auriga only needed a few for now, and only a fraction of her power. Her arms became a blur as she threw the small rocks at the other monsters, not all of the pebbles hit their mark, but the ones which missed the hearts of the creatures appeared to have stunned them.

She looked over to the left and saw a flashing pillar of blue light, that was the closest strong point. She rushed into the shop and grabbed a person, then sprinted at full speed to that strong point, a hospital, already a barricade of patrol cars and armored vehicles surrounding it. The location was chaos. Ambulances ducking and weaving through the streets crowded with monsters, trying to reach the hospital, armored vehicles, officers and soldiers letting loose with their guns, and civilians fearfully gripping each other. Some of them had picked up weapons for themselves, contributing to the defense. Auriga dropped the person off next to a perplexed officer, then repeated the run several more times, only taking half a minute to transport about a dozen people.

"We're not done yet, getting... Over a dozen more distress calls. Marking for you now."
Auriga looked to the closest alert and zipped away from the hospital, leaving more than a dozen perplexed, but safe, people behind. Nearly fifteen minutes and over two hundred people rescued, her brother spoke up again. "The city center. One of the biggest we've ever seen, satellite imagery suggests the smaller ones have combined to form one larger. Additional smaller creatures are forming a gel like layer over its body." Auriga ran around a destroyed construction site and found a few fist sized steel ball bearings, she put them in a bag and sprinted up to a large buildings roof, where she got a line of sight to the massive creature. It had attracted the attention of the other heroes already, and they were attacking it. The red legionnaire grimaced, she picked up a ball bearing.
"The building might not withstand a Lightspeed Star launch." Her brother informed.
But what was her individual safety worth in the face of this danger?
"If you miss, you can destroy a few city blocks, especially with a projectile like that."
"We wont miss." Auriga spoke, two voices speaking as one.
"There's other heroes in close proximity to it right now."
Auriga groaned and gripped the fist sized ball bearing tightly, there was too much in the way for a full charge Lightspeed Star. She put it back into the bag, watching the battle for a second, contemplating what to do next. Suddenly one of the heroes lost their transformation! Auriga gasped and sprinted towards them at full speed, if he needed to be caught, the red armored legionnaire would be there to catch him.


Name: Styr Volle

Prefered Moniker/Callsign: Jotun

Nationality: Belter

Appearance: Styr is an average sized boy, not exceptionally tall nor short. His build is fairly muscular, but he often wears baggy clothes when not in uniform. He has pale skin, blue eyes and black hair, which he keeps styled in a lazy ritzy. Casually he often wears comfortable, baggy clothes. Sweats, hoodies, a high collared coat he likes when it's cold. He's often seen with a standard issue infantry assault backpack.

Personality: Styr is a mostly serious pilot, willing to follow orders and having the discipline to carry them out. At least during live fire exercises. He sometimes makes remarks and wisecracks, mostly to himself. Outwardly Styr is calm, collected and professional. He's more mature and responsible than his young age suggests, a result of circumstance, he doesn't hate it. Instead he embraces it, knowing that he's already gotten his partying time in. When someone attempts to approach him informally, they'll find that he's shy and unused to social interaction with strangers. He has difficulty looking people in the eye unless they're already a friend, or addressing him as a soldier.

History: Styr was born on Luna, where many of the wealthiest families in the solar system reside. His father was Karl Volle and his mother was a civilian pilot of a cruise liner, making Styr a bastard child. His fathers wife had Styr sent off with a foster family to the asteroid belt, saying that Volle Industries couldn't possibly deal with the publicity of a bastard child, they were supposed to be ideal family owned corporation, with a perfect family at the head. Volle Industries made mechs, primarily mining, industrial and terraforming mechs. Styr saw a lot of Volle Mining Mechs in the Belt.

His foster family, the Amsdens, were good to him, treating him as one of their own but they always let Styr know that he was a Volle, and not an Amsden. He lived on the biggest Belter colony with the Amsdens, Ceres, and as soon as he was old enough he piloted a mining mech and went to work to help provide for his family. The war seemed distant and Styr was happy, doing simple work, getting paid, blowing about half of that pay on the Ceres nightlife and the other half going to his family. But the war seemed closer after he befriended one of his coworkers, a man named Cortaro, former UNE Marine, left after ten years in the service. At first Styr was fascinated by his war stories, Cortaro often mixing in some life lessons into his stories, but Styr began to realize that war was not a place where people sought glory and fame. Soldiers who wanted to be heroes often found themselves full of bullets or splattered across some rock far away from home. After meeting Cortaro, Styr matured and became more responsible, a more diligent miner, even getting a promotion alongside Cortaro to small asteroid mining.

Then the war got even closer. Styr, Cortaro and eight other miners was caught in the middle of a space battle, a skirmish between two small battlegroups. To Styr, it was like every asteroid in a mile radius was actually a bomb going off. Strike Fighters moving at break neck speeds, zipping across space, dodging and weaving through the incomprehensible movements of the dense patch of asteroids the miners were working in. Missiles, cannon shells and plasma bolts lit up the void, often with explosions at the ends of their trails. Styr saw frigates keel over and snap into two. Cortaro quickly took charge and lead the miners back to the safety of their ship, flying away from the battle. Though none of the miners were injured, the flight back was filled with a heavy silence. Nobody ever thought the war would get so close to Ceres. Once Styr got home, he noticed news about smaller Belter colonies being seized by the rebelling FCA, and they were even making incursions to Mars.

He and Cortaro and many other Belters of Ceres joined the Ceries Militia, funded by the UNE. Cortaro trained Styr and many others, and Styr learned how to shoot a rifle, throw a grenade, fire a rocket launcher, he learned how to fight. Three months went by after Styr and Cortaro joined the militia, and nothing happened. Cortaro was frustrated, as a member of a defensive organization, how could he take the fight to the FCA? After a few rants, Styr agreed. The two, along with several others joined the UNE. Due to Styr's experience with mining mechs, he was put in Ranger School to pilot an MR-7 Predator.

Personal Effects: Styr has a keychain containing his house key, a rifle bullet, and a small sphere of Ceres steel. He also carries a small notebook with a picture of his family taped to the backside of the front cover, a pen, pencil, comb and pocket knife. Styr is often seen with a small backpack, he keeps a toolkit inside, a roll of duct tape, a few patch repair kits, a small medical kit, 2 emergency air tanks, rations, a water bottle and naval emergency fire mask, used by naval crewmen when their ship is on fire. Features an air tank so the crewman avoids breathing in noxious gasses or smoke, and an infrared visor to see through smoke.

Skills: Experienced mech piloting from his mining days, as well as basic mech repair and maintenance. Infantry combat training, specializing in anti armor and anti air launchers, from the Ceres Militia.

Motivation: Enlisted. Wanted to fight alongside Cortaro, but was put in Ranger School.


Name: Styr Volle

Prefered Moniker/Callsign: Jotun

Nationality: Belter

Appearance: Styr is an average sized boy, not exceptionally tall nor short. His build is fairly muscular, but he often wears baggy clothes when not in uniform. He has pale skin, blue eyes and black hair, which he keeps styled in a lazy ritzy. Casually he often wears comfortable, baggy clothes. Sweats, hoodies, a high collared coat he likes when it's cold. He's often seen with a standard issue infantry assault backpack.

Personality: Styr is a mostly serious pilot, willing to follow orders and having the discipline to carry them out. At least during live fire exercises. He sometimes makes remarks and wisecracks, mostly to himself. Outwardly Styr is calm, collected and professional. He's more mature and responsible than his young age suggests, a result of circumstance, he doesn't hate it. Instead he embraces it, knowing that he's already gotten his partying time in. When someone attempts to approach him informally, they'll find that he's shy and unused to social interaction with strangers. He has difficulty looking people in the eye unless they're already a friend, or addressing him as a soldier.

History: Styr was born on Luna, where many of the wealthiest families in the solar system reside. His father was Karl Volle and his mother was a civilian pilot of a cruise liner, making Styr a bastard child. His fathers wife had Styr sent off with a foster family to the asteroid belt, saying that Volle Industries couldn't possibly deal with the publicity of a bastard child, they were supposed to be ideal family owned corporation, with a perfect family at the head. Volle Industries made mechs, primarily mining, industrial and terraforming mechs. Styr saw a lot of Volle Mining Mechs in the Belt.

His foster family, the Amsdens, were good to him, treating him as one of their own but they always let Styr know that he was a Volle, and not an Amsden. He lived on the biggest Belter colony with the Amsdens, Ceres, and as soon as he was old enough he piloted a mining mech and went to work to help provide for his family. The war seemed distant and Styr was happy, doing simple work, getting paid, blowing about half of that pay on the Ceres nightlife and the other half going to his family. But the war seemed closer after he befriended one of his coworkers, a man named Cortaro, former UNE Marine, left after ten years in the service. At first Styr was fascinated by his war stories, Cortaro often mixing in some life lessons into his stories, but Styr began to realize that war was not a place where people sought glory and fame. Soldiers who wanted to be heroes often found themselves full of bullets or splattered across some rock far away from home. After meeting Cortaro, Styr matured and became more responsible, a more diligent miner, even getting a promotion alongside Cortaro to small asteroid mining.

Then the war got even closer. Styr, Cortaro and eight other miners was caught in the middle of a space battle, a skirmish between two small battlegroups. To Styr, it was like every asteroid in a mile radius was actually a bomb going off. Strike Fighters moving at break neck speeds, zipping across space, dodging and weaving through the incomprehensible movements of the dense patch of asteroids the miners were working in. Missiles, cannon shells and plasma bolts lit up the void, often with explosions at the ends of their trails. Styr saw frigates keel over and snap into two. Cortaro quickly took charge and lead the miners back to the safety of their ship, flying away from the battle. Though none of the miners were injured, the flight back was filled with a heavy silence. Nobody ever thought the war would get so close to Ceres. Once Styr got home, he noticed news about smaller Belter colonies being seized by the rebelling FCA, and they were even making incursions to Mars.

He and Cortaro and many other Belters of Ceres joined the Ceries Militia, funded by the UNE. Cortaro trained Styr and many others, and Styr learned how to shoot a rifle, throw a grenade, fire a rocket launcher, he learned how to fight. Three months went by after Styr and Cortaro joined the militia, and nothing happened. Cortaro was frustrated, as a member of a defensive organization, how could he take the fight to the FCA? After a few rants, Styr agreed. The two, along with several others joined the UNE. Due to Styr's experience with mining mechs, he was put in Ranger School to pilot an MR-7 Predator.

Personal Effects: Styr has a keychain containing his house key, a rifle bullet, and a small sphere of Ceres steel. He also carries a small notebook with a picture of his family taped to the backside of the front cover, a pen, pencil, comb and pocket knife. Styr is often seen with a small backpack, he keeps a toolkit inside, a roll of duct tape, a few patch repair kits, a small medical kit, 2 emergency air tanks, rations, a water bottle and naval emergency fire mask, used by naval crewmen when their ship is on fire. Features an air tank so the crewman avoids breathing in noxious gasses or smoke, and an infrared visor to see through smoke.

Skills: Experienced mech piloting from his mining days, as well as basic mech repair and maintenance. Infantry combat training, specializing in anti armor and anti air launchers, with from the Ceres Militia.

Motivation: Enlisted. Wanted to fight alongside Cortaro, but was put in Ranger School.
Working on the sheet right now, just kind of slow going.
If we're looking for images of mechs, I looked through my folder for mechs and I found two I think fits the bill of what Sierra described pretty well.

This one is a beefier mech.
While this one is the smaller one of the two.
So... I noticed that Squad 2 has 4/5 people in it, maybe I could be the fifth?
"Go!" Lady Oriel shouted. Arno stood his ground as Sidero and Oriel leapt off the wagon with their makeshift shields, then the last few of the group followed them, taking cover behind them. Arno acted as a rear guard, taking the back end. He made sure nobody lagged behind the slow pace of the shields, pushing when needed. The walk was fairly short and although the fire of the arrows intensified, not many more found their mark. Arno noted that they must have panicked and picked volume of fire over accuracy, a good thing as well. A well trained archer with an eagle eye would be able to find targets of opportunity much easier. After a few more hits on his shield, Arno felt a sharp slap on his thigh, he grunted in response but kept moving.

The herbs shop was a fancy one, a single wood door with two windows at the front of the store. He glanced into the shop, seeing that it was well lit from the natural light, and that it was abandoned. As they got close to the shop, Arno looped around the back of the group and approached the door, he readied himself then lifted his right foot, driving it his heel near where the lock would likely be placed. He leaned into it, providing the weight of his armored body into the kick. The door rattled roughly, but it didn't budge. He brought his foot down, then kicked it again, and again. The third time the door frame splintered, and the door itself was flung open with the force of the kick. "Everybody in!" Arno shouted, raising his shield once more. He glanced down at his thigh where he felt an impact and saw an arrow sticking out of his aketons front slit, over his thigh. He muttered and curse then checked over his group, once they were all in, he followed them into the shop.

The shop was fancy, tables and shelves lined with various herbs, traveling supplies, and containers holding things Arno couldn't identify at a glance. It was well lit from the windows, but the cobblestone walls were still lined with lit torches, the stone ceiling, crisscrossed with wooden beams, had chandeliers with lit candles. The tables mostly contained the traveling supplies, dried foods and cloths, while the shelves and counters had the expensive herbs. The floor was made of wood that was pleasing to the eye, and Arno noted another door in the back of the shop behind a counter next to a small fireplace, hidden behind a semitransparent white cloth. Presumably that was the door leading to some kind of storage room, and the stairs leading to some living quarters on the second floor.

Arno placed the shaft of his warhammer on a table containing nothing more than fancy bowls, cups and teas and slid it across the table. Clearing the table of everything save for a few bowls and cups. Arno dropped his warhammer onto it with a thud, and then his shield onto it, which had more than a few arrows stuck into it. The soldier looked down at the arrow sticking out of his thigh and put his left hand around the arrowhead, keeping the slit of his aketon pinned to his leg, then with his right hand he yanked it out, dropping the arrow onto the table. He lifted the edge of his aketon, revealing the dozens of smaller overlapping steel plates, riveted to the aketon itself. One plate was punctured, and his cuisses was dented. He let the aketon slit fall again once he was content with his inspection. He looked over the shelves, looking for something particular. He spoke as he did, "We've gotten out of the kill box, and more or less broken their ambush. If I were them," He picked up two bottles and placed them onto the counter near the fireplace. "I would either gather more men and chase us in here for a prolonged fight in melee range, or break off the attack and seek another opportunity. Hopefully they've left for now, and hopefully those of us who sought our attackers in that ambush know we're here." Arno said, he opened a number of jars and sniffed the contents, taking two of the jars. With all of the oils, herbs and ingredients in place he rummaged through the cabinets, finding a decent sized pot, the shop owner likely used it to make salves and ointments themselves.

He put it onto the counter and unhooked his red cloak, placing it onto the counter as well, fully revealing his layers of armor. "Lady Oriel, you should don your armor. If you need to change..." He placed him hand on his cloak for a second. He looked to Telius and Mira, "I'll make a salve to stop the bleeding and to keep the wound from festering, but we need to see a real surgeon for your injury." He stated, an archer with a wounded shoulder was no small thing, if the wound healed incorrectly it could affect her ability to use the bow for the rest of her life. He had seen crack archers, capable of holding the draw of their 170 pound warbows for half a minute, be reduced to not being able to fully draw their bows at all from wounds like that. He glanced down at his cloak, some of those archers had been his friend. Arno looked back up, this time to Sidero. "You mentioned your equipment was in your Inn room correct? Do you know how far it is?"
I'll get a post up soon, putting the party into the shop.
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