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A small apartment, that is a single room. The main part of the room takes up half the volume of the apartment, being a dining room/whatever else it could be used for. Due to a set of fold out stairs, the rest of the apartment was actually about 5 feet off the ground, a bedroom sor tsof place being place above everything else in a small area, a super soft and massive pillow like matress serving as the bed, with blankets and pillows strewn about it's surface. Beneath this bedding area, under a thin flooring, is a small and cramped area where one can prepare food. Of course, it had no counters, and was filled with the necessary appliances such as a fridge, oven, microwave, sink ,and dish washer. The bathroom was across from it, the hall connecting them being the entrance way.

The bathroom is small as well, serving as a more functional thing then anything else. The only comforts for the place was obviously reserved for the large main area and the bedding area. Strewn all over, further cramping the small apartment, were boxes and piles of books of various magical origins, some real but most fake and waiting to be sold off or thrown away.

In a fantastic display, Ollete pirouetted through the electric field a sprinted off to the side of the arena, hopping and spinning around in place to stare at the enemy team with a smile, daring them to deny her advance.

(Moved to B2)

In a beautiful display of her acrobatic skill, Ollete seemed to dance through the entanglement that threatened her teams zone of the arena, her eyes closed as she was calmly focused through the whole ordeal. She she seemed to dance through the magic, she began to charge like a ballerina toward sthe electric field, a smile growing wild upon her pale face as he feature sbecame more manic.

As she approached the field, she began to cackle loudly as she tried to pass through the electric wall that kept her from her enemies.

[spoiler][blockquote]Rolled 1d20+8 : 7 + 8, total 15[/blockquote][/spoiler]

[spoiler][blockquote]Rolled 1d20+8 : 15 + 8, total 23[/blockquote][/spoiler]

-Name: Burden King
-Preferred System: Mutants and master minds, though like jo, I'm capable of learning to get the feel right.
-Preferred Role (Master or Servant): Both
-One or Two characters: 2
-Questions/Suggestions/Concerns: None really

Ollete stood on her hands on her side of the arena, balancing on her palms as she waited for things to pick up. The electrical wall looked like a problem, but now that she looked at it from  a new angle, it was still a problem but upside down. Which she thought was an improvement personally.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+5 : 5 + 5, total 10[/blockquote]

Ollete ran from out of nowhere, grabbed the little sign, and then smiled as she danced "This is perfect, exactly what this place needed. By my word, I shall do everything I can to make sure this hap-ooooh, what's this?" she said, throwing the piece of paper away and looking at the Performance flier "This is was better then Chocolate furniture, I'm in!" she said, signing both her and her sister up.

From the crowd, and loud Whoo hoo came out for all to hear, followed by the form of a somersaulting little jester many in the guild would likely recognize. After flipping in the air, she landed gracefully onto the Stage and smiled, looking just as excited as she always did for activities. After that grand entrance, she cartwheeled to her seat, grabbing a number as she did and began to simply handstand on the chair, to excited to just sit patiently.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+1 : 4 + 1, total 5[/blockquote]

[Oh really? Weak and cowardly? The way this war has gone so far, I would associate your words with your petty rebellion.]

The drones released another hail of paint fire, and though it was no way near as cumbersome, there were still many shots being fired within the same time frame.


"Oh really? Weak and cowardly? The way this war has gone so far, I would associate your words with your petty rebellion." The enemy pilot sound.



On the sensors of Hyacinth's core, she could see that her shots were flying straight and true, heading straight for the last heat signature. However, a loud shriek of atmosphere burning was heard and the enemy contact quickly seemed to move away from the cannon fire, as the shriek continued after the shots detonation.

In a similar fashion as before, the Pilot tore through the dust wall and flew past the the team, cutting into both Ion and Aria's cores. Aria's plan to damage the enemy was a good one, however the sudden speed and it tearing it's way through made the shot far less accurate and effective as it could have been.

With no way to tell the damage done, the enemy pilot flew out of the ring, and flew off into the distance. A quick thermal check revealed that he was releasing his pent up heat roughly 700 meters to the east of the group. A check to their sensors would reveal the enemy did not show up on standard sensor equipment, and another squad of Imperial troops moving in.

To put more stress on everyone, a call came in from the Bulwark

"Ground teams, we are 20 minutes from entering planetary gun range. We need a hole and we need it now, or else this momentum we've been building will die right here!" The sound of intense action and rushed commands could be heard, which accompanied by the knowledge that the planet was an Imperial military base world, would show just how important the mission was.

[spoiler]In roughly 6 Rounds, the rebellion fleet will enter planetary gun range.
Also, Zypher's suggested methods of damaging the Enemy mech include focusing down the drones to cut off it's targeting, Forming a box to lure the mech into a killzone by using the painted cores as bait, and finally place a building on the opposite side of you that the enemy pilot is on, as a mech that vast can't likely break to quickly.

The lieutenant takes down another two drones, leaving 6 remaining.

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next pokemon!

Oreah stood there silently, her arms crossed as she stared past Gren. With her first sound made ever in rocket uniform being an exasperated sigh, she moved forward past Gren, avoiding bumping into the rocket member as she went to wait in the hall

Oreah continues her accent towards her prize, trying to keep her head as she neared the ghost pokemon

Oreah looked at the Various Ekans within the room, and began thinking on weather or not she wanted one or not. The poison typing would help out her team, but did the choice feel right? It was honestly a question that would take her some time to think over. Instead of choosing now, she decided to move to the next door, to see what the next room held for her.

She hoped for a Psychic or fighting type pokemon, but she would catch whatever caught her eye and felt right at the moment in time for her.

[Oh thank you so much for not dodging my drones. Makes taking you down so much easier.]

The team's attack took out another five drones, the wreckage hitting the ground hard. However, the drones had managed to hit two of their team mates. Though, the paint didn't do much in terms of damage or movement hindrance, so one had to wonder what they did. Hyacinth managed to push her tank out of the ring at first, but the drones quickly adjusted and kept her within the ring as best as they could, the dust wall weakening with it's number of drones going down.

On everyone's thermals, a massive heat spike to their right side was detected, before it disappeared. Following this, the sound of a sound bearer nearly break was heard. At first nothing happened, then came the shockwave as a hole was torn through the dust wall, and in the blink of an eye, a small Core came through, slashed at both Aria And Ion's mechs, doing 2 kills each on both their torso's, before exiting the smoke cloud on the other side.

The voice came back "Oh thank you so much for not dodging my drones. Makes taking you down so much easier." He said over the comm, with the sound of massive vents releasing pressure being hear din the background.

As this sound came out, another massive thermal spike was seen to the teams left, but it quickly disappeared.


As the whine of his arms was heard, one would think the Typhoon was about to give. It wasn't until the Typhoon finally made it to the drop point did things seem in the clear, as the structure of the Typhoon's arms held after that last hurtle somehow.

Oreah looked over to the Sableeye that was perched on a large crystal, and immediately backed away from it, her fear of ghost pokemon getting the best of her as she passed up on the chance to capture such a good pokemon. However, she shook her head furiously, and steeled her nerves. The sableeye was the only pokemon here that called to her.

She would have to face her fears, and try to catch it. Her normal confident demeanor weakened, she let out a sigh, then charged for the wall, launching herself against the wall and grabbing on to it. She then began to try and climb up towards the Sableeye, chanting a mantra to keep herself calm.

[spoiler][blockquote]Rolled 3d6+4 : 1, 3, 4 + 4, total 12[/blockquote] Athletics check[/spoiler]