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@Mr Allen J Reed's obviously going to be involved in the Starrybang Subplot since he's heading the investigation. He might also have a little involvement in the Overload/Demon arcs though I can see the latter of the two going chiefly towards Quentin.

Also, updated Rowan:

Thanks,

@Zombiedude101 There's a stray indent in the relationship section, and that's messing up the hider.

The only thing I feel could be improved upon is the weakness section, and I feel like you should expand upon the ability section a bit more. lol

You didn't really explain what exactly he can do. Like, is he like magneto, and can control ferromagnetic metals?


Yeah, I'll admit that - and thanks, I'll fix it soon. His power is concrete in my head but putting it to text is harder. But yeah, TL;DR his ability is kinda similar to magneto's (except for him using the earth's magnetosphere to fly)
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Just thought I'd post this:

Starrybank Slayer
  • Elsewhere, another killer prowls the depths of Starrybank, hiding amidst the bars and nightclubs. Patrons are starting to show up dead under the same MO, all with a singular aspect in common - the killer is targeting Metahumans.


Right Path: Iosif and Tanya's Technical Ride

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"Appreciated!" The simultaneous voices of Dex and Serena announcing that the snipers had come to end was music to Iosif's ears. With an amused grunt, he glanced back towards his gunner and shouted up to her, "Tanya, are you good to go?"

Okay, Tanya, you've got this. Breathe. 5, 4, 3, 2...

"I'm ready. Let's keep the momentum going, yeah?" Tanya called back towards Iosif, rifle now in hands. She'd have to use the Vindicator now her turret was disabled. She stood, hesitantly at first, half-expecting death to come swiftly. To her pleasant surprise, it never came, and Drono's contraption's smoke was starting to dissipate a bit. "Move us forward slow enough for the others to keep pace, we have to keep acting as a shield, in case there's some more surprises."

"Sounds like a plan, just keep your eyes out for any more vehicular counterpoints, I'd rather not lose the other arm." Iosif flashed her the thumbs-up, before shifting the truck forwards yet again, this time moving at a comfortably steady pace to give the others a little cover.

"You sure? With two robot arms, you could make Dex super jealous. She might take off both of her legs to try to one-up you. Tanya replied with a laugh, looking over the gun sights for movement. The remaining distance closed rapidly before the road forked off to the right. Tanya drove a knee into the cab window. "Stop here, Iosif."

The engineer turned from her post to the back of the truck, where she looked down at the squad. "So far, so good, boys and girls. This is where we split off, we're taking the truck right as per the plan. A couple pairs of hands would be nice. As for the rest of you guys, try not to get chewed up in a choke point. I'm going to declare if any of you die, I reserve the right to rifle through your personal shit. Okay, have fun! Don't die." she said with forced cheerfulness before resuming her post with a sigh. "I fucking hate batarians. I was hoping to not be doing this shit again." she said to Iosif.

"You're not the only one. Four-eyed scum have taken a lot from me." Iosif was glad to know that he and Tanya had some firm common ground on the matter of that race of pirates and slavers. "Just make sure we free any captives we find along the way. I'm no charity, but I know there's some things worse than dying out there."

"Is it bad that I kind of hope we don't find any captives? That's something I really don't want to have to face again. You know what these bastards did to people... Fuck it, it can wait. After the mission, let's go get something as bad as mess grub and share scars, but we need to keep our heads in the game." Tanya replied, her tone soft with melancholy.

"Good point, alright." Iosif nodded, not wanting to let the conversation distract either of them from the mission.

It didn't take long before a distraction was present in the form of Utan's team. Suddenly, the technical was under a heavy barrage of fire by a pair of Revenant light machine-guns, planted on what appeared to be a pair of sandbags. The heavy automatic fire shattered the silence and began to chew through the front of the vehicle. Tanya returned fire to the best of her ability, but it was unclear if her shots were even landing near their expected targets, given the blinding muzzle flash of the pair of guns and their combined suppression effect. Her shields took a few hits, and were knocked down an alarming percentage. Tanya slid down the back of the truck, deploying Shithead out the rear, where it would be protected. Before she could issue commands, explosions began to rock the cavern, and it became clear the other two batarians were beginning to toss grenades like they had an expiration date. "Okay, Shithead, as soon as you break cover, just keep firing microrockets as fast as you can produce them, don't even fucking bother locking on a target, respond to the hostile IFF gunfire. Go!" she shouted to be heard over the chaos. Suddenly, Tanya was thrown forward, hard into the bed of the truck, as a grenade went under the front passenger side tire and lifted it up several meters before it crashed down hard. From her position, she couldn't tell if the tire was shredded, but she was willing to put money on it.

Shithead, on the other hand, seemed to be performing admirably as it began to launch rockets every 3 seconds towards the enemy position, small explosions shaking the enemy positions and adding much needed interruptions in the gunfire. Tanya scrambled back to the cab window. "Oi! Iosif! You okay?"

For a couple of seconds, she was met with silence - before Iosif's voice crackled up once again as he scrabbled for his senses in the wake of their sudden stop. "... Head's rattled and... ah, shit! The truck won't hold out much longer, wheel's almost gone!" At this point, the truck may as well have been a few steps away from mobile scrap; true to Tanya's word, the front passenger side's tire had been shredded whilst the explosion had also managed to do a number on the wheel itself, along with giving him a concussion from rattling his head against the interior.

If they weren't actively being pinned down and chewed out from those damned LMGs, he'd have been able to bail and maybe even issue a temporary patch-job to the wheel with some omni-gel, but all hopes of that were circling the drain as of now. "Need support, we're getting pinned by MG fire right now!" His voice soon became further exasperated as another relativistic projectile pinged off against the plating, just a few inches overhead.
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Anyways, I'm going to be working up a quick post to interact with some people... but I feel like I should at least discuss things with some people, or decide on whether or not we can simply collab.

@Zombiedude101 I was maybe thinking that Cindy talks to Reed or Quentin. Idk.


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