This is where  Spec Opts Unit   keeps  some of the " unclaimed" items, and uses  for   The Unit's  store for  weapons they have collected/use

  The service man leads her  down a small curling ramp way  and  Flicks on the lights. There  is a demon, LArgran and Cresh fighter there....off to the  far side is   3 APCs...to the other side is an Air-cycle..a few lockers  with NAmes on .

 In the Middle of the hanger, is a makeshift mat for Hand to hand practice... Dummies, and   a rack of odd looking hand-to-hand weapons...at the far end  from the RAmp, is a shooting Range with Dummies of varied  races....if Jessie looks?...she will notice that the One   painted like an EDT  MArine  has  the most bullet dents in it.

 ..Its early Ma'am? not too many folks here  yet..MAster Chief  Might be down, she comes down alot...Until then? get to know the   place, and when you come up, just swipe your card and  check it in.

Jesse followed the guy as he led her to the range that she was going to be using.

When they arrived there, she noticed the weapons that were available and the shooting "dummies" scattered about the area.  She looked at the EDT Marine and chuckled.

I suppose he's everyone's favorite, huh? she commented not really caring if he responded or not.  She heard the instructions and looked at the card she'd been given and tucked it away securely.

Master Chief? she asked curiously.  That would be...? 

Wondering just how she would get started on something like this she also turned to asked him another questions.

Just exactly how or where do I start?

She felt foolish at this point, but figured it was something she needed to know.

,,Naster Chief  Mullins..she is the highest ranking  Naval Non-com..and  is attached to SEC.

 The Serviceman shrugs, depends on what you want, really..you want to shoot, grab a weapon from the racks, there should be  ammo box  at the base of each weapon...If you want to work out, you can beat up dummies?..that's  about it, unless someone else comes down.

Jesse looked about and felt the cool metal of the Angel pulse pistol in her hand aching at her to begin.  It was a teasing pull at the ends of her finger tips on that hand.

She looked from the guy to the area he'd briefly described to her.  Now it was up to her to make use of it.

Giving a long drawn out sigh, she takes the strap of her bag off her shoulder and walks over to a section, locker area where she could put it down gently.  Her own weapons holstered at her side and back.

Thanks, she finally said to the guy who'd guided her down here.

She took a look at the Angel pulse in her hand and became visuall familiar with its ins and outs.  Second she closed her eyes and became mentally connected to it, feeling it over, feeling the weight and feel of it in her hands as if she couldn't see.  She opened her eyes and walked to where she could shoot at the "dummies" that were in position and practice casually with it before she became serious.

    she would see...there  were   Duct tape markers from the   Indent in the wall where the  Dummies were...make shift slides moved the  dummies   back and forth , or right and left.

  the  markers  said...15 yards....25 yards...50 yards..way back at the ramp was a tape on the wall that said 62 yards.


 there was a hadheld Button that said..Forward-backward...the next said..right-left..the third  said..random

 It hung  down from the roof, the wire  heading to the Jury rigged machine that sat behind the  short wall.

Jesse made a relieved sound as she finally found the mechanics of the contraption.  She'd start off at 15 yards and as her aim seemed to improve, she'd step back until she was at near no or complete no miss and do the same at 25 yards and such.  Instinctively, she liked a challenged, and plugged in the option for random.

Checking the Angel Pulse one last time, she raised her arm, put one leg back and the other forward and prepared herself to be propelled backwards.

Jesse had shot off a few rounds on each of the dummies.  She'd stopped to listen only to hear...nothing.  She gave a long sigh that was the only evidence that any one was here.

Being alone, here, is not as cracked up as I thought it would be, she said aloud to no one but the air.

She cleared up everything and turned the machine(s) off and turned off any lights that she could find.

With the card in hand and her bag packed, she looked about the empty room.  The new gun that she had stashed away in her bag she'd have to find someone to practice it with.  Before she left, she took a long hard look around the room at everything that was there.  The various target dummies to the weapons along the wall put up.

When she'd satisfied her own curiousity, she headed out of the Black Hanger and handed the card to the QM.

There ya go, as she approached him.

  ..Thank you, Ms Dalton...it wil be here when you need it. the QM   opened   the  drawer, and thumbed through a rack, place her  card in it.

Jesse stood and watched him for a moment file her card away before she departed.  She'd recalled when she left the field seeing something that might best suit her needs for what she had been thinking.  This, might have been a bit soon, just yet.


>>back to Field

-----> From Non Com Quarters

Xyran walked into the QM area and looked up at him, "Morning" he said showing him his authorization card to enter, "A shipment of weapons should of arrived for me, do you have the package?" he asked waiting for the all clear.
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  QM  taps  out  some  things on the VId  Board, reaches  out  under  the desk and hands Xy a  pry bar and   strap Cutters...againstt he wall?..section 3....those  top two are yours....you know the drill...you can take  the little stuff..big stuff gets stored here, unless you sign  it  into a tech passage...

 Xy see  the crates that were off loaded, there  are painted sections on the floor  with crates and barrels stacked up, with Numbers   on.

Xyran took the tools and walked over to the crates and cut the straps them pried them open taking out his new found 'toys', "Now that is a nice shotgun... should kick some demon ass quite nicely" he says out loud holding the Sanri plasma shotgun in his hands the other two six barreled pistols went into his shoulder holsters.

Xyran then swiped his card and headed on inside to the black hangars shooting range to test out his new weapons, but more importantly see what kind of modifications he would have to make to them later on before they got to Astra.

He was from the looks of things, alone here in the hangar which was all fine and dandy by him as he raised the plasma shotgun into a firing position and fired off two rounds at the demon model dummie after which he would go and access the damage.
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After Xyran was done working in the hangar he shut everything he used down and came back out and handed his card to the QM, "I need to sign these two weapons into a tech passage" He said indicating his *Death Machine* and plasma shotgun.
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  The QM took the card,Looking over the items he asked,...you working  on it here?..or the Tech LAbs?

"tech labs" xyran said as that's where all his tools were.

 QM  write out a ticket and hands it to XY,take a cart if you want..make sure we get it back...damn Techies  steal everyone they can get!

"Isn't that the truth" Xyran said as he grabbed a cart and loaded up the weapons and took off for the tech lab.

-----> To Tech Lab.

----> From QM Lockers

Upon entering the Hangar he took a glance around to see if anyone else was around, it wasn't likely given everything going on with the battle preparations, 'Now where did they put those tools?' Xy thought to himself as he looked around the hangar before spotting them out in the far corner of the room.

Xyran then unlocked the cage guarding his tools and walked inside and opened the large chest of tools, his eyes scanned the tools carefully as he grabbed what he believed he would need for this operation then carefully closed it up and locked the cage behind him as he walked out.

He then moved off to the side by the firing range and got *dressed* putting on his armor and securing his weapons making sure all the armor systems were functioning correctly and his tools were tucked away safely.

Xyran after that then fell back into a comfy chair and plopped his feet up and chuckled, "Those demons have a death wish... and i have every intention of granting them that wish" Xyran then heard a catchy tune on the radio and turned it up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8ZmjLKqaOQ
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   as he  listened to the Music , there was  some footsteps coming down from the QMs Locker.One of the armorers  went  straight  for  the Unit Lockers...opened one  and  , then Opened   one of the pair of  cases there...she took out a little  container, about the size of a Pill bottle..she carefully  laid a rag on the  floor. . Gebtly opening the   container   , she held  it in one hand  as she  turned  on an old Hydrospannner...as the Light came on and the  ratchet head began  to move..she  flicked a bit  of the contents  on the  tool...it sparked  fizzled and stopped... she laid the tool on the  rag, closed the  container  and retruned it to the  case,  then locked them up once more.. she wiped off the  tool, and sent the rag into the Jettison chute...

 then ran back up the stairs.

After getting everything together he made his way up to the med bay to get checked out one last time before launch.

-----> to Med Labs

Non-Com Quarters---> Black Hangar

Corporal Tatyana strode into the black hangar in full battle rattle. While weights took the place of grenades, and explosives she was still carrying a full load of ammo. With a stack of old photos under her arm she made her way over to the range. Setting her rifle down at the shooting booth she walked out onto the range. For the next few minutes she taped photos of Koos to each, and every last target. That done she returned to the booth, and once more slung her rifle over a shoulder. Irina set the machine to move the targets randomly, and hit the power switch. As the targets began to jerk randomly about she drew her pulse pistol, and squeezed off 5 shots in quick succession. Between the quick draw, and lingering hang over not every shot found it's mark, but that was the point. To challenge herself. Well half of it anyway. The fact that she was blowing holes into images of her newly turned ex was also pretty satisfying. Regardless after the fifth shot Irina turned, and sprinted ten meters away. Where she promptly turned, and fired another five shots. Before sprinting back to the shooting booth. She slapped the metal counter, and this time sprinted twenty meters away. Where she once more took five quick shots at the targets down range. Irina repeated the routine of lunging and shooting. After thirty meters she was forced to switch to her assault rifle in order to keep hitting the targets. As the distances began wearing her down she found it impossible to keep the sprinting at break neck speed. Still jogging the distances was more then enough to keep her heart pounding. Which was really the key detail. The core had always taught her to train like she fought, and when she fought her heart was never at a resting rate. So Irina kept running, and kept shooting. Intending to get all the way to the hangar's far wall.

 There is the sound of the  Door  being closed. The QM, a 'fresh' stub of  a cigar in his mouth.

  the  limps  a bit over to Demon fighter that sat in the back. Pups a couple bottles half  HAlf frozen water on the  table,..See ya been tryin' ta  work of  some...post-shoreleave-tension?..here's  some  cold water  fer ya...does  good to....flush things out of yer system...

 He    pats  a decorated  box,..an'  Maybe  ya  can give this baby  of mine a work out? I always have her ready, but  ain't no one been close enough to board the  Hermes...

 Flipping open the Lind, there is something that looks  like  an Old  Flintlock Pistol, but newer...made..different...Got into a Bar fight  on MArs one time...Broke this  Pirate Guy's  Jaw, his Buddy pulled this On me... some fella...his name  was  Hack...blew  his head right off his shoulders....I kept  the Gun...she done alright by me...then  some Damged  Pirate Boobie Trap took most of  my right foot..so now?..I take care  of weapons, instead of getting to fire them...

 ..they are  CAlled cappers, because of the way the HAmmer system is set up...this girl, takes a .45 round... you slip the Modified  Power  cell here...  he points to the  slot in the  handle...then aim.....  he brings the Gun up  after  Pulling back the HAmmer


 ..and  ya  fire.... he Pulls the Trigger the Power cell sets a flash up the chamber as the HAmmer hits it..the  Result  is  , the Big MAn's arm flies  straight back..he even staggered a bit..the  .45  round its the target  just Under one of the shot up pics.. there is a Massive"splash" of Melted, pulverized  lead, in a 1/2 inch deep crater...

 ..the Power Cell..feeds inta the chamber as the HAmmer  comes down..this  send the   bullet off, faster..and Hotter, then a normal round...pirates like 'em cause they can take out a guard, with out killin' 'em..but?..it will kill them real fast, if hit  in the right place....Just Image..some Demon Tank, gettin' hit in the Chest by a BAll of  Molten Lead?

 Putting a Box  of  .45 shells on the table, he adds,..some  70  sounds in that carton...don't be afraid to use them...Shadow  always gets me some when he hits the Black MArket  he nods his head and turns back to the ramp,..Drink yer  ater too..clean yourself out...

Irina was drenched in sweat, a full three quarters of the way down the hangar when she realized the QM had joined her. She had basically turned the entire place into a giant range, and rule number one on any range was to hold your fire when someone was over the firing line. So after taking a moment to safe her weapon she forced herself to jog over to demon fighter to join the man. In between long gasping breaths for air she greedily gulped down the offered water. While she was wearing a camel back. It was no longer nearly as refreshing as the cool crisp water the QM had just provided. The Russian let out a satisfied groan as she splashed some of the water on her face. After a few moments she had caught her breath enough to speak. "Da, this shore leave was tits up from the beginning," Irina said as she light a cigarette. Taking a long drag from the cigarette as she takes a moment to study the ornate box, and it's deadly contents.

With great care she lifts the pistol out of the box, and wanders back to the shooting booth. After seeing what the recoil had done to the larger man she gave the Clapper the respect it deserved. Holding onto the gun tightly with her weight forward she gently squeezed the trigger. The gun roared, and molten lead went flight. Irina held onto the gun if just barely, and was forced to step back. "Kicks like a fucking mule comrade," She say as she returns the gun to it's case. "It's definitely an impressive gun, but I don't think it's my kind of weapon. It's a one shot wonder, and yeah there is definitely a time, and place for that. The reason I like the Largran pulse pistol thought is, because it strikes the right balance in versatility. I can carry plenty of ammo without taking up a lot of space, or weighing myself down. It hits hard for a pulse weapon. Plus I can squeeze more then one round off at a time without breaking my shoulder."

Irina closes the lid, and hands the box back to the Quarter master, "Thanks for the water comrade, but I think I'm going to pack it in for today," Irina says as she heads up to the armory to put her weapons away.

Black Hangar ---> QM's Lockers
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  Shadow stops at the QMs  with Bo....

  We're Going down to the Black Hanger... he holds out his hand  for his card.

 LC?...I mean..he  ain't even  one of Us...I....

 ..Itsd alright..this one's on me  if something goes  wrong....

 The QM  Looks at Bo   and  chuckles  darkly,...what he means  is..if  something Goes wrong...No one will ever  see you again...

 Kray  snaps his fingers, Comon QM...I  need some sleep , want to get this taken care of  Before  we reach Bura..

 He hands Shadow his card, as they walk away, the QM shakes his head.

 Now?....there is only a HAnd ful of folks who have access to this HAnger...as far as anyone else Knows..You never heard of it...Until the time  comes, that we  need you to...

 the door slides opens and they walk down the Ramp, SHadow hits the Lights, there is the shooting range and Dummies but he  motions for  Bo to Follow him to the Stern a bit more. He  hits     the  partition  and it slides open, turning On the Lights inside...Spoils of war... The Admiral's own collection.....

 Parked in the Hanger is a Demon Fighter ( now painted in ESN Colors)  and a Largran Fighter ( painted as well, He points to a desk..on the desk is a Paper  airplane sitting in a Block of  wood,..That's  a Mull fighter....

  Go chuckles "no it wasn't what happened, the c-10 was the feint.  They wouldn't have gotten on board if it hadn't been found." Looks at the fighters,  "Flown one of these." Nods at the demon fighter " flew a bunch of those till I was sent to the Principal's office." nods at the paper plane. "At least it's safer than that rusty cab. But the Largran fighter, never had the pleasure.". He walks to it. " Have you? "
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 Kray  Nodded,anything we capture, that is  used as a Fighter, The Admiral and I take out...see what it does..try to  write Up reports and such on how to fight them...Largrans have shields...keeps power weapons off them for  a while...other then that, they can both be  shot  down, except By Missles....Only heat seekers  will hit them, and You have to be right on thier tail..otherwsie, something in thier Output screws  with the  tracking...we tried   point-and-click  missles..., but  even a bad  pilot  can get out of the way...

In reply to Kray Shadow (msg # 28):

"Bumped into a couple.  The anti energy sheild sucks lazer targeting up.  I think we could build an anti radiation missile if we got a reading on their shields.  They have to give off some sort of energy signature but I could never get anyone to try it out." He walks around the ship. " I love their weapons set up.  Simple, effective. "
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  yeah...But Missles?..they aren't  for out here...the extra  weight for one or 2 shots?..I'd  rather  use   for another  two belts of  Cannon ammo.

 One thing  I noticed out here? Demons, LArgrans, creshians...all thier  weakspots  are at the rear....our fighters have extra plates around the Power Cells...I can never  figure out why?...If I get on the tail of  one of these and Pump  a cannon round or two into  the tail section, they Blow  apart  like a firecraker....doesn't make any sense to me...

  No laughs "I'm not complaining as long as we can fix it once we capture it.  The really silly part is how much they flinch when you shoot at that heavily armored nose and never watch their six enough to jink.  I like the missiles to fire off head on in the beginning and then me and my buddies get on their buts while they are watching the missiles.  After that they are a distraction unless you need them to tie up one guy while you go after another.  But then I'm used to flying a heavier fighter where missile weight isn't as much a liability.
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  Shadow Jerked his  head  towards the door,..Let's go..I can't leave you down  here, and I have to  get some sleep...but..remember what's down here.....you never  know when you might be called on to fly one of these...

  As they head  up the Ramp he asks,Don't know  if your  family knows of any? But  tell them to keep an eye out  for EDT down there...We managed to harvest a few of the Big Guns, but the Bottom feeders will be trying to fill in the  holes, Once  we cast off...

In reply to Kray Shadow (msg # 32):

   "I'll tell them.  They'll rally those they trust."  He takes wistful look at the collection before leaving.  "Thank you.  This kinda puts things in perspective." He checks his com, "apparently Garrat is going to be going to the BBQ for the demon liberated kids and there's going to be some aspiring pilots there.  Guess I gotta put on a show before I settle in here.  You really have had a rough time or I'd invite you along.  Rest well my friend."

  Kray nodded,..got to take alot  of My anger out on some EDT...that was fun...but   Hannah's  down for the count, haven't got to talk to her   in a while...So?..may as well hit the pillow as well...If Jonny Blu and his Jacked up Red Birds come looking  for me, I want to be sharp..

 >>>>>Shadow to His Quarters,

In reply to Kray Shadow (msg # 34):

  Bo nods "I'll take a piece of that action. Mercs fight in teams 'cause they aren't usually good enough to go-it alone.  I'll get their attention and you can shoot them while they're falling over eachother trying to shoot me.  Deal?" He laughs and heads to the hold.

=========>Hold

<<Tech Lab

Jesse had carefully wheeled her cart of goodies through the corridors of the Hermes to the Black Hanger.  The QM was at his desk and she gave a low whistle of her approaching.

Do you have a minute? she asked.

  The QM  approached, i have some timer, were almost done taking stock of what we lost, and what we brought back...watcha need?

 his eyes  studied the card  as he asked.

Looking at the goodies on her cart, she gave him a big bright smile.

Something I came up with, she said and handed him the card of the solution/mix in the cans.  I need some place special and safe to store these until I go out on a mission.  Know of such a place?

  The QB looks over the CArd.well..you have a locker  down there..Black Hnager   is  about the best place outside of the  armory...Just make sure you use the blast containers down there....they will help alot, if something goes  wrong..

She gives QM a look of surprise and then a giggle.  That'd be one hellacious BOOM!  That's for certain.  Thanks.

She pushed her cart down towards her locker and found the explosive/blast containers and carefully packed and then stacked on a single level and then placed one on top of the next making sure there were no shaking, or chance of an oopsie.

As she gave everything a once over, she smiles as she stood back with hands on hips and then closed her locker and headed out.

Only hand these down to the next formidable user if anything should happen to me.  No one phoney or out of their minds...worse than the person this was made in mind about.

She shuffled off to go talk to Roy and see what other things she could get into.

>>SEC

  <<<<<<<< Melia from QM

  the QM takes her card,leads here to a seldom Used door. Holding up as the card.she shows her how to slide it in.and hands it to her.

..now...you folks in the Unit...you can come and go..you hand the card to the cage people....You pick out a locker..write yer  name on the card. ....You can. Put weapons in here...but all her weapons rules still apply.

...ya see here.....Demon fighter...largran fighter..part of the Admiral's collection...

Walking down the ramp,he waves the the back that has target dummies...some heavy bags a mat in the middle.

 only the LC or SGT  Major..can bring  guests down....make yourself at home.gotta get. Back to getting weapons ready.

He heads back up the ramp, when. She's alone, Melia sees names on the lockers that she has never met,might have heard in passing.

A coffee machine...soda machine ..stack of empty pizza boxes racks of weapons..a large wall mount with a variety of daggers and boot knives..one including a sword from The traitor Ara Sonia.

Melia nods slightly taken aback by the black hanger. She looks around at the different names.  Some she recognized as they were currently aboard the ship,  others she'd heard of such as Irina. Finding an empty locker with no tag, it seemed irreverent to take someone's locker even if they were gone or dead.  She glances at the fighters,  a small part of her feeling a little jealous the shuttle she'd stolen hasn't made it into the collection, but it was a shuttle afterall, less important than a fighter for sure as far as combat in the black was concern. Some of the fighter jocks she'd listened to in the past often compared shuttle pilots to bus drivers. Considering the slower larger vessels to be easy targets that required an eacort less they get shot up on their own.  It was different here however so she shrugs moving along.  As the QM leaves she thanks him for his help. She wanders about examining the various remnants of prior members,  a engineering cage filed with gear and tools,  a target with a crater in it filed with molten lead.  On the engineering cage she sees a name Xy... couldn't make it the rest as it was covered in grease.  Inside she notices a few weapons sights and some other experimental tools and devices she doesn't recognize. Not having met or heard of anyone named Xy.... she wonders what happened to them. As she wanders she debates cleaning up the pizza boxes and other clutter eventful deciding against it at least until she got better acclimated to the spec ops team.  She quickly decides to keep a medic pack here as well as the plasma weapon.  The rocket launcher,  much more suited to nonblack ops could stay in her standard locker.  Popping up to the top she signs the plasma weapon and the good quality M1 rifle down to the black hanger locker.

  The Seaman is back at the cage. she gives . Melia a knowing smile . ....you 'll leave the card here and ask for it,when  you want to use the  Black Hanger........any souvenirs.....still need tagged.but you  Wil be able to keep items in  the Hanger

She nods understanding the need for security.  She pops out quickly to the med lab grabbing an extra scalpel set and med bag to have at the ready for anything. She smiles at the targets,  with the way they're able to be set up she'd be able to practice all her shooting skills easily. Lifting the lid on a pizza box she's greeted by a completely molded slice of pizza left in the box.  She grimaces a little remembering a time when she'd have eaten it without hesitation.  She pulls out her comm and sends Shadow a message,  [what is fair game, and what isn't?  Also will anyone be offended if I clean up some of these pizza boxes and clutter? ] thoughts of reverence no longer in her head she eyes a particularly high quality scope in the engineers cage. It'd be prefect for the M1 and possibly ideal for any of the snipers in a mid range operation.

..Shadow COMS  back .it's   all  for the  unit...personal stuff Will be in your lockers.....I have been spending some time down there....saved the pizza boxes for targets? but if you want to clean up...no one will be upset....

Melia, reads the comm and busies herself cleaning up the small messes. The pizza slice is disposed of as well as any moldy boxes. The rest are stacked neatly with other targets.  She cleans the counters and the coffee maker not necessarily scrubbing but definitely wiping things down. Once she's done she sets up some targets and practices with her sidearm.

 The   time spent in the Black Hanger is therapeutic . Besides  being exclusive, there are no portholes..only the  lights  set and a Few  stand up lights  brought in by the others  to help light the back area better.

 By the Coffee machine was a bulletin board with a few pics of burned buildings, or crashed  enemy   fighters.

 Scrawled on a piece of leather are the  words....

 Given the chance

 Take  the Chance

 Succeed... OH

The time was indeed cathartic. After few rounds Melia had started to feel more balanced and in control of herself again.  She finishes the set of drills with the sidearm and cleans up her mess nodding at the tidying up she'd done satisfied. As she left she handed of her card to one of the cage techs thanking them for their time. She decides to head to the hanger to work on a better organizational scheme for the medical gear aboard the shuttles.

--hanger-->

   Shadow  and Hack  got their  cards and entered the Black Hanger. Admiral? You sure you want to do this? If something bad happens.....

 ..Then Si  takes  over... I see no reason for anyone  not to follow her....

 He   began to put on his  light armor. Hack looked a bit younger right now, perhaps, this might  be a good thing?

 Aye, Sir.... you have a plan?

 outside of making sure Aazz dies?  not  yet, we'll see who wants to show up...then go from there.

  Shadow  had  a  Night blackstealth suit on. Its armor was less then a light boarding  Suit, but a bit more then an Evirosuit.

  adding  a holster in the back  for   the Verian Pistol, and a Largran blaster on his him. he just filled out his sheaths  with  throwing daggers and  grabbed the thin flexible helmet.

 Hack was ready as well, he had  a grease gun and some  clips. A largran blaster  and  a  nasty looking Occui blade.

 Hack Offered his hand to  Shadow.....Given the Chance.....

 Shadow  smiles  and  takes his hand,.....Take the Chance....


 they both said..." Succeed!"

 they headed out  to the QMs  to wait.

>>>>>>>>>>>  Hack shadow..QM.

In the black hanger Melia heads over to the open work bench and carefully sets to work mounting the IR scope onto the M1 Garand Rifle. Once mounted securely and correctly she heads over to the range, and sets up a metal target and measures out distances before setting up and taking shots dialing in the zero on the rifle and the scope. She works for nearly an hour until she has the rifle the way she wants it.

  Down in the Black hanger, Melia  gets used to the feel of the  few lights  and shapes of the alien fighters..

 Shadow and Lyri have thier  Drop suits   Hanging outside thier Locker's Shadow's  has a 19 on the side of his  helmet.

  Spencer's  hangs a few  feet down by his locker.


 She sees Hunter's Locker is missing  some things. Like  Hannah's when they went off on a mission.

 Irina's   still has the things in she did not use.

 Jesse's locker  was there. Her new suit in the QMs as they finished up her adjustments.

    Shadow enters the Black Hanger.  He studies  the vehicles there...Shade is walking with him , looking  around and  trying to make   ...for him..soft converstion as Shadow pointed to  Melia and put a finger to his Lips.

  There was a Largan and Demon fighter here...Painted ESN Blue with Hermes markings..instead of Numbers  there was a Hashtag Under a White frowning skull, on each tail fin. one on the left wing top..and right wing bottom.

 an Air Cycle rested  towards the back, it looked like someone was  toying  with mounting a Pulse weapon on  the  front... pushed against the far wall was an air van,it was Black,  but there was a shelf of  paints at the  stern end of the hanger.

 The Bow end had the  range. and the Middle was ,mostly open, save for the Matts on the floor  fro  practice, and  ropes  hanging  down from the rafters.

 also along the stern wall was  work benches and  COM system as well as   a rather big Vid screen

 a double wide  fridge held drinks and some  food..a gamma wave oven was next to them...in a corner were a stack of empty Pizza boxes.

 Shadow  took his    suit off the Hanger   and began to inspect it...as  Shade sat  near him bleeping from time to time while he used his vid board.

Jesse had been motioned by the QM to head to the black hanger that her suit would be there.  When she arrived, it was hanging on the locker door.  She glimpsed out of the corner of her eyes at Roy's suit and gear as she passed by but shoot her head and focused on the task at hand.  She wanted to do one quick suit up and check in to make sure that it fit right.

She had one of the attendees helping her into it and making the proper adjustments.  She then looked over herself in a nearby mirror and braided her hair quickly to keep it out of the way of the 'chute cord.  She didn't want a bundle of hair to be ripped from her scalp as it went out.

She then began messing around with her weapons and just how she wanted them.  She finally realized that the shoulder holster was going to need to be taken out quite a bit to fit, but with some finagling she finally got it.  Same went for the thigh sheath/holster, but it was a bit easier.

Once she was happy, she made herself comfortable and started lacing up the boots.  She looked over at Shadow and Shade, then to Melia, all were getting ready.

In reply to Melia Kristensen (msg # 51):

Finally with the IR scope calibrated the way she wants it she transfers it over to the carbine and does final adjustments on the system. Most of the adjustments she makes are to the carbine itself making the cross compatible for optics. Finally all done, she checks over the medic bag she stores in the locker going over the fasteners, clips and straps on all her gear including holsters and otherwise. Meticulous checks complete she starts to dress out in her gear each item checked another time as it goes on. Her pack she carries, before jump it'll fasten behind her legs in the proper carry position.  She thinks of Orria as she dons the gear, she'd dropped her off at the apartment with John to see that she was dropped off in time for the pregame, and the kickoff to assist Shade however Melia had wanted to see that Orria got a good meal before hand. She goes through the steps checking her seals again finding a good place to sit and relaxes for a few moments waiting for the time.

Roy turned up, wasting no time in checking his HALO suit and doing a careful visual check of the chute, as much as he could without unpacking it.  He said nothing, and didn't spare a look at anybody, deep in thoughts that, to judge by his expression, weren't all that enjoyable to be thinking.

Satisfied with the jump gear, he selected what he wanted to take along on the mission, arranged his weapons and ground gear on his person, and got ready to go...still, without speaking, seemingly locked in his own little world for the moment.

<<<<<  Group from QMs

 Entering the  Black  Hanger.. it is..indeed...Black..only some   safety lights on. Beth was the last to enter and hit the switch at the top of the Ramp.

  several  Lights flash to life..The Hanger  was the  width of the ship and  included the  bottom two  decs, with the ramp leading  down from the Hanger Dec.

 There was  a walk away   on either  side  of the  first deck that led to  Bunks and  Footlockers. Deck space  and Vid  screens.. there was a kitchen there as well  as  a bathroom at the  other end  for showers and such  The  'top dec"  was  only half  a Dec.. A sparkling  Hammer IV sat there.  The   Fin  Number  said   H1... under the cockpit  was the  Name  'Commander HAck" along with his kill decals... Next to it was  a LArgran Fighter, painted in ESN  Blue  with  Delta Fleet  Markings...The   Fin Numbers were  Just two  'X' s.

 The Bottom Dec Had   workbenches, Lockers  with People's NAmes on  them and  the armory . Close to the Like above, Close to the doors was a demon Fighter, in the same colors   as the LArgran.

 to the Port side of the Bottom Dec   was  an range, with a simple  trolley system for targets, .. there  were  a few  'meat dummies"  , some with Bits  of  LArgran or Demon armor on them...There was also a stack of some 40 empty pizza boxes.

 towards  the starboard side of the  Hanger  was  an airbike and  some padding on the  Floor  for Hand to hand  practice... there  was  also  a  pair of  Meat Dummies that  seemed to have been stabbed an awful lot.

 Hack  said, The unit  keeps its  extra gear here. The  rules still effect you as to the amount of weapons you may keep in your quarters. You still have to  check in any 'goodies  '  with the QM.. he'll make sure they are safe... log it as yours and you can stow it down here.. or he'll  tag it up there..

 Beth  Giggles,..Shadow?.. 40 pizzas?

 ..well..that's over time.. they sued to be scattered around. Melia  said she cleaned it up for me.. they  Make  good targets  for knife  throwing.. and  are just about the   right size  for  a UE's head...for guns as well as  knives...

 ..needless to say.. people know this is here.. The QM  is  Lights  Out and his  people are vetted...they have to be, to work in his  space...If things  got  real bad.. we  could hold off a small arm from here.. while  exiting the blast door to counter attack... but.. if that happens, there is a Good Chance the Hermes is  in a very bad way...

There  are three lockers  that  are sealed... one says Stolyarev...another  says Tatyana...another   says Killian.. and the last one says Hunter.

Pick out a Locker... type in your name  and Pass code..... The SEC  will be able to overide it.. but if that's happening, something very bad has  happened to you... The  4 that are sealed..  One, is a Unit member we lost..the other  three  are doing thier  bit elsewhere... we''ll keep those lockers like that..until we run out of space, then we'll  let new folks use them.

 Shade  is walking around Looking  , crawling all over the   Demon fighter.

.............

 thought it has been several Moments, Hack turns  to  Harry and says,.. for the first part, Garrat   has the right of it... You are Harry Lynch of the ESN Hermes..anything after that, it is up to you, if you want to share...

 beth   just smiles  .

 ..for the Innocent  people?... and 'someone's  agenda'.. Well  Ensign, you have  been working   my agenda... that is the destruction of the Empire, not just to protect Earth... but the APF allies  who are now lookign to us  as  leaders, rather then...'just another race'.... Every time we shell a Planet from space.. we kill innocent people..when  we  blow up a Demon Cap ship.. those in the breeding  stations  die too..they were inncocent.....

 He loks at the Dec  a moment,..our  ..child  was innocent..when  Si was shot  on Nivar....and? i am damn sure, everyone of the traitors  who were pouring Creds  into LAdy V's  accounts, considered themselves  Innocent

 Si said Softly,..Shadow's only family WERE innocent.. thier biggest crime was being related to an ESN Hero...and  that was enough  for the EDT  to  kill them.

 There was a  small sad  smile from HAck,.. we aren't goign to ask you to kill a street vendor so we can get free hotdogs..... But  if   we strafe   abuilding that houses the enemy.. that Vendor might get hit....
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Garrat puts his hand on  Tatyana’s locker.  There’s a sad look on his face.


"No rush to re assign, I'll store my stuff elsewhere if the need arises."

   He looks around, then at the practice range and pulls his side arm and aims but does not fire.  He holsters his gun.

    "Is there a weapons smithing table?"
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Roy gave an amused smile at Shade climbing on the Demon fighter, then turned to Harry.  "Anything we need to know about your past, we already have on file."  He shot a look in Beth's direction, adding, "Lieutenant Morrow is VERY thorough about vetting people, and there's not much that stays hidden from her.  But anything that isn't relevant to your current assignment...including details of your former identity...will stay sealed in the 'eyes only' part of your personnel records.  Four people have access to that...myself, Admiral Hack, Commander Si, and Lt. Morrow.  If you want to tell us something, that's your business...but we don't care all that much about who you were.  We're focused on who you ARE, and right now, that's Harry Lynch, upstart fighter pilot shaking up the image of the female fliers on the Hermes."  He gave a reassuring nod to her, then stepped over to Shadow.

"You suppose he can identify some technical flaw in their fighter design that would help us kill them faster?" he,asked the pilot, standing at an easy parade rest next to him.

      Pointing to the row of Lockers,  HAck says,..we have a while before we have to  worry about that... Until then, thier lockers  are sealed..if and when the time  comes   we will, indeed   turn them over...Perhaps we can  ,take a place    here for them..Like a hall of fame  or something...

 ...aye?... That bench  is  for weapons... the one Clsoest to the  doors is   for  messign aroudn with Ammo....but , one thing  we will not have   down here...Is Plasma..That's a good  way to take the Long  Walk Home...

...................

 Shadow  Looks at Roy and Shrugs,..Hey..... Shade!.... Take a Look aroudn the thing? See if there  is a hot spot  we can hit on them...and ..DON"T try to fire it up... I see one flicker of flame...you won't see a milkshalke  for a Month!

 Shade's  Head pops  out of the cockpit..his  eyes  are Black... then Looks down and Gives Shadow a Thumbs  Up... then crawls inside.

...........................

 beth   went on the Upper Level and began to unpack things on one of the Desks.

 ..Beth?.. What are you doing?

 ..Shoey and  Lyri  didn't want me workign in  SEC...no one said i  shouldn't  work down here...

Rather diffidently, Henry pushed the door open letting Mila through before stepping in and closing it behind him. Even more than SEC, he didn't feel as if he belonged here, but he'd been told...

--->QM's Locker

Upon entering the Black Hangar Harry's eyes would light up like that of a kid in a candy store as she surveyed the various armouries and training facilities along with the bunks and kitchen at the back of the room "wow...something tells me I'm going to spending a great deal of time down here" Harry quietly spoke as she followed them over to the lockers where upon she was informed that as far as they were concerned she was Ensign Harriet Lynch of the ESN Hermes and everything prior was so much history "Yes and judging by the smile on Beth's face she's already seen the paparazzi pictures of me...go on then Beth, is it the one of me passed out half naked in someone's garden or the one of me with the cute blonde girl that has you so amused?" Harry asked, quirking a single eyebrow in Beth's direction before turning to listen as the Admiral addressed her previous question.

Shifting awkwardly with a look on her face that said she knew she'd crossed a line and was regretting it. After he'd finished talking she would nod her head in understanding before replying "I'm Sorry...It's just that I've worked for a lot of bad people and didn't want to be someones henchman again...guess I'm just not used to working for someone who has an agenda other than personal gain" she apologised before turning to search for an empty locker.

  The Admiral smiled a Good  natured   smile,... In war?.... there is  only folks trying to win it... I am not certain  about the demon worls, nor  could  i care any less... But  from what i have seen of  LArgrans...and what we have seen from the Hyrians ...and  Niavians.. there  are people on thier homeworld that think thier people are the 'good guys"...In the end?.. I do not  care..not one bit..if  i am a good guy, or abad  Guy.. I care about  earth and now, the APF... But... I did not bring you both here  for a lecture.... This is  the base of operations for  The Unit... no one comes in here  Unless they have a Black Card...

 Shade's head pops  up  and He Bleeps....

 aye.. I guess we have to let you in....but  your  rank as Ambassador  can 'excsue ' why i did that..

 another Thumbs up followed  as   Shade  was  listening to some  of the sounds the   demon fighter made when he switch the console on..

 SHadow  looked at   Harry,..Doc  Henry  tried to talk with Shade... taught him about 'thumbs up'..so..he does that alot....

  Shadow   went to his Locker  and  Pulled out  a weapon wrapped in what looked like  someone's table cloth..and..maybe a  tad bit of blood on the cloth...he handed it to  Roy.

 ...had the QM  put this  down here..Until i could get around better...anyway..It was MArko's  he  tried to sue it on me..but  BAlasters   work better   at lose range  then this....Beretta M501?.... QM has a  case  of  rounds..  like?  50 or so?.. i should have looked around  for more..

 ..there are a few... one that..um..stood out..  your  on the  Thames , topless  with some other   chicks  whipping off the bobbies?


 Shadow  was mad i wouldn't let him see that one... she  said with a Bit of a snip at him.

  Shadow grinned awkwardly....

"It was a good way for him to indicate that he liked something, as we worked to understand what he was saying," chipped in Henry.

Mila looked up and wagged her tail.

"YOU are obvious, girl. It's easy to see when you like something!"

Upon hearing which of the various paparazzi shots had caught Beth's eye, Harry would pause in the act of typing her code into an empty locker "oh...that picture...yeah...mother didn't much care for that one" she replied as her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink "for the record I have a touch more self control these days...it's also just as well certain people don't know my real name" she said, briefly turning to glare at Shadow before entering the rest of the code and opening the locker door, not that she had anything to store in it just yet "so...how often does The Unit go out to play?"

Roy grinned at the unexpected display of embarrassment from Harry.  For all her frank talk about her past, it was apparent that she hadn't lost her 'softer side' in the experience.  He spoke up at her question.  "That varies, often to wild extremes," he answered.  "It all depends on where we are, and the current situation on the planet we happen to be visiting.  And, quite often, we're not operating as a unit...the operations are more similar to what we did last night, although not usually in a one-on-one capacity.  We've assassinated corrupt politicians, taken down enemy agents, retired EDT officials...that's usually the style of our operations.  We don't necessarily kill everyone we go after, and sometimes our missions are more a matter of recon and intelligence gathering.  But we end up with a lot of wetwork."

He paused, scowling thoughtfully for a moment.  "Last night wasn't really an official 'Unit' operation...too many other people involved, including you, at the time.  Before that?  I think a few of us had brief assignments on Everest.  Before that, nothing since we left Fuji.  But before that, we had a cluster of small operations on a few planets."  He shrugged.  "Just like some jobs are better done with infantry than with fighter craft, some jobs are best done with a very small, very secret team.  We get called up whenever that occasion presents itself."

  Shadow   just  gave a wan  smile  and shrugged at   Harry's glare,..the Unit..used to  work , just by itself.... more then a few times  we  included   boarding team members.. sometimes.. folks showed up  and kinds...messed things up...

 Hack Interrupted ,..Indeed.... I had a plan once, to  have  an away team soley made out of Unit members...  as i tried   to expand   the numbers  , By aowing  others in on ops.... sometimes proved ....a bad choice.

 ..we have people Like  Supe,  Tucker...Hodden?  a few others.. they would lay down thier lives with out a second thought... but... they are also not  completely  right  for the kind of  missions that come  up.... When  we reach Anzio.. there will be a battle... I can almost bet on it, at least.... once its  done, we'll have to  do some housecleaning there, and  get real people Involved... Tortuga is a Pirate's Nest... But those pirates signed on to  join the  ESN.... They patrol outside of Astra as good  as   any ESN Fleet we have...and they have  taken more prizes then they ever have, from  EVOL merchants or   EDT transports... With any Luck..Anzio's people will do the same

 ... for the most part , you will either  work with other Unit Members... or team up with  those who normally support  them... But.. your   main Job is knocking enemie  fighters out of our  sky.

"But of course" Harry replied to the commanders comment as to what her main job was, prompting another thought to enter her head "...which reminds me I still need to speak with Rivets about upgrading my bird, not to mention a little touch artwork" she said with a smile as she recalled the conversation she'd had on the forge ship concerning .50 Cal cannons "...so unless there is anything else you need me for I should try and see if I can find him before he gets too busy" she said, waiting to see if there was indeed anything she was needed for.

   The Admiral Nodded To Harry...You time is yours  right now..... You and Garrat  just needed to   be introduced  to the Black Hanger  and...

  There  is  a Flash behind them  and the Hanger Shakes  a Bit...

   Everyone turns to look at the demon   Fighter..  Shades  head peeks out   just a bit  his eyes  were grey as he  a few  sounds  rattled out.

  ..what do You mean you  didn't know it was loaded!!!! Get out before you become a Demon Ace!

 Shade  flipped off the   console  switches  and  Climbed out lookign a bit  bummed out...Right..lets go to the Rec dec... I'm in the mood  for some Pasta...

  >>>>>>>Shadow to  Rec dec...

   Garrat nods "Thank-you for your confidence Sir.  I too shall be spending some good time down here.  Now I won't take anymore of your time.  I have some equipment to look into."

   Garrat nods to everyone and leaves to the hanger deck.

Roy looked over at Hack as the group broke up.  "So...is our business on Etna concluded for now?  I seem to recall some comments that there might be more to attend to, today...but circumstances may have changed or I may have misunderstood."  His stance was relaxed and informal, but there was still a noticeable degree of deference in how he addressed Hack.

  Hack Held   Out Both Hands,..There was Nona.... no one picked up her packet , she's still out there, but if one was going to get away?..that would be the one to let go....

 ...Beth took it   upon herself to ....um.... he leans  closer to Roy,..Have  Mr  Macpherson take a shot  at finding her..  If he does?  good..if not, well we aren't any worse off..right?the Look on Hack's face  was a cross between sarcastic  and comic.

  Beth had Packed up her  Vidboards  as  she  strutted  across the upper  dec,... Roy? I sent you the discs for the three new  arrivals.... Ma'am?  she looks at Commander Si,..Captain Morris   asked  me to inform you, one is   a Blue Angel  that has been in the Augmentation program...

 Si's  face  twisted    in disgust at first, Then softened,..I still do not see how that program was allowed to continue.. I will Have to meet with her.

 Beth waits  at the door,..The SM  as well?  She   was used in  Balck Ops  and on the rgund  for  scouting and  such... she is a pilot..but..well... you'll see, Ma'am..


 beth Looked at  Herny,..Doc Henry?  Shadow  COMed to see if you  found the LArg yet, and asked  ..um..'how it was doing..."

Roy grinned at Hack's explanation, and shrugged.  "Well...if he displays his typical level of discretion and restraint...it will probably end up bring very public, and if he's not using any Delta Fleet/ESN personnel, that could play into the whole 'Is Eclipse turning on the EDT' scenario we tried to lay out.  I mean, all the known ESN assets are on board right now...pretty sure EDT's got agents keeping tabs on us, especially after last night.  So, if WE didn't do it, well..."  He made an expansive gesture with his hand, implying their imagination could lead them to the next plausible scenario...which, thanks to the planted Eclipse coins, was them.  He shrugged again.

"That's assuming, of course, that he actually finds her...and then succeeds in taking her down.  He doesn't exactly have a stellar track record."  He grimaced and looked over at Beth.  "Thanks, Lieutenant, I'll go take a look at their files as soon as I'm done here.  I'd suggest you pack up and head for your quarters...because I intend to let slip to Lyri where I saw you.  It could be unpleasant if she comes down here to check on you.  She wouldn't be after you to get some sleep if you didn't need it..."  His gaze was amused tolerance...with just a hint of stern displeasure that she was trying to pull a fast one on Lyri.

The whole room seemed to shake with the single loud crack of cannon fire coming from the Demon fighter causing Harry to awkwardly drop into a crouch and reach for the trench knife on her upper arm. Upon realising that it was only Shade having touched something he shouldn't have she'd push the two inches or so of bared steel back into it's sheath before straightening up with a bit of a grimace "Nine hells Shade are you trying to give me a heart attack!?" she shouted up, closely followed by Shadows instruction for him to get down.

With a wry shake of her head she'd turn back to the Admiral and Commander "Thank you for this opportunity sir, I won't let you down" she said before snapping off a quick salute and heading up to the hangar dec, being sure to retrieve her card on the way.

---> Hangar Dec

Mila jumped when the Demon fighter's gun fired, then started barking. As Henry knelt to soothe her, Beth asked him a question.

"Uh, no, I haven't seen the Larg yet, Beth. Was he injured? Do you know where he is - Bio Lab or Med Lab? I'd better attend to that now."

He got up again, patting the dog.

"Just because it made a loud noise, you don't have to!"

He decided to go back to his own territory.

"Coming, Mila?"

Man and dog departed.

-> Henry's office
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---> Hangar Dec

After the hustle and bustle of the Hangar Dec it was almost a relief to set foot within the Black Hangar; a place she knew she could be on her own for a little while and sort herself out.

Approaching the set of practice dummies she would draw the trench knife from its sheaf upon her arm and set to work  practising the strokes that would reduce her opponents to a bleeding mess on the floor; her knife a blur of motion as whipped back and forth with her only breaking the rhythm to either quickly pass the blade to her other hand or plunge it into a key point such as the heart, neck and kidneys.

Tearing the dummy to pieces was nowhere near as fun or productive as sparring against a real person but it helped to clear her mind as she concentrated on executing her attacks at ever increasing speeds.

  The Black Hand  was, indeed, cozy  as a  place on the  Hermes  could get. Limited access....most of the noise  blotted  out.

 The    fighters housed there seemed like  the mounted heads of  some rich guns  Den...

 The Lockers telling the story of the few  who won an invite...and the fewer still, who were still around.

 There  were some  Pics  in the corner, taken from Gun Cams...  The image of   a Demon  Cruiser  , light up By salvage  Tags as it hid in the Jupiter storms...

  some unknown Fighter,   getting the Kill of   the Demon  'Red Baron"

a far away shot, but  unmiskable , of a Hammer  IV flying out  of a Largran Capship  as it Buckled  and exploded.

 A picture  of   some Pilots lined up... of all the Pilots, Harry only recognized  Frans, Shadow, Eckles , Mara, she thinks   one is Carl Wills?..and  maybe the one in the  back is Krafe...Howe  and Steel kneeled in the front..Steele looked like a Kid... all the  rest  are ghosts.. smiling  , or staring out of the picture..Under the Pic it  said " leaving  Sol..off to The Black!"
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The knife slammed hilt deep into the dummy where the sternum would approximately be as Harry paused to catch her breath. Her arms ached and her heart was hammering within her chest from the exertion of her training, with all of her previous troubles safely driven from out of her mind... for the time being at least.

After wrenching the knife free and returning it to its sheath she would take a moment to wander around and gaze at the memento's housed within, her eyes lingering on the photographs mounted on the wall. She wanted her picture to be up there, the image of her Bee captured doing something momentous or heroic that future generations could marvel at. Not the clumsy win she'd gained by foiling a plot to poison the crew with Demon parasites, something that would forever be associated with the fact that her boyfriend had been messing around behind her back...or at least in her mind anyway.

Once she was done wandering around the hangar admiring the pictures of past and present members, Harry would decide it was time to return to the real world. Having heard the announcement that she was required to have an inoculation she would head to medtech, being sure to switch off the lights and lock up as she left.

---> Med Lab 

(( after Anzio night 2 )

  Taking his card  from the  rack, Shadow opened the Black HAnger , he and  Shade  went down in.

  There was some Bleeping,..Just want to pick a  few things up  before  we go.

  He  went  to  the arms  locker  , opening it ,  looking over  the items he  Picked  up 4 small metal discs about the size of a coaster.

  sitting  down, waving   Shade over he began......Guys  like Hemsly and KArson, call these  'toasters'... its made  for  guys like us , who don't blow  stuff up alot...

 ..the  dark side is a  magnet.. you put it on  metal..car...ship..whatever.. you punch the   buttons... the Longest you can set it  for is  5 minutes... the shortest...1 minute... when it  Goes  off.. there is  an explosions  and   fire..it will burn Metal.. aleast until the  heat dies  down..stay away from them when you set it...

 He Gives   Shade  2, and he takes  2...

 Some sounds,  as   Shadow  hands  Shade a Verian Blaster from the arms  locker.we are going Hunting.... Vampics.... Bracus , Octavia  and Priss are still out there...at elst..their  names  weren't on the list at the Hall... and?..  The Void  has to be somewhere.. if  we  find that.. we'll make sure  it   doesn't go anywhere.

  changing into a new Black  enviro suit, Shadow  was  ready to  leave. Shade had  to make  due  with  his Verian Suit, Lilit had  made for him


 once they  armed up,looking, only a little more aggressive then a normal  shore leaver ..they headed  to the   Docks

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Anzio

--Medlab-->

Melia entered the Black Hanger in the usual way, and immediately went to her locker and donned her battle rig moving to the shooting range and setting up targets for her carbine, sidearms, and knife throwing targets.

She runs through multiple series of drills including popups colored for specific weapons and the like practicing changing weapons under pressure. After several rounds of drills at the range she sets aside her weapons and pulls out a training dummy and works through her combatives and martial arts forms, practicing bare handed, with a training knife, and with her side arms and carbine. She works up a serious sweat  before running a few sprint series across the hanger.

Melia sat at a workbench  towel draped over her next, focused on the little wire brush she was using to clean the weapon when her hand slipped and the tiny piece bounced on the deck, summoning a curse from her lips as she stood to hunt the tiny piece down. After a few moments she sees it and fishes it out from another chair and gets back to work. A clean kit was a functional kit, and least likely to crap out on you when you needed it most.

Pausing again for a moment she takes a sip of water and admires the oil and carbon residue on her hands. She was nearly done. A few more small pieces and she could reassemble the side arm.


A short while later she wrapped up by going through her mission kit checking the last of the medical items ensuring all that was left was to transfer weapons carried shipboard into the holsters on her vest and to don the gear. Finishing her water she starts to clean up her mess and put everything away.

Once everything was cleaned up Melia checks on her watch still a few hours yet before school lets out. Thinking for a moment she decides to see grab a quick snack at the recdec and see who's around.


---RecDEC--->

  Frans  was shocked , that  Shadow  took a Black  card from the rack, as  did Flores, and Opened  the  door  to  the  'unknown'  area..  Shadow signed  the Book   the QM had , stating he was the one responsible  for  Frans...since she was not a Unit  member.

   He hit the  switches..Argie   was in the hanger  with one  other of  Shadow's  Crewmen .,

  ..All ready   for ya , LC!..

 ..Thanks Argie,  You guys  can hang out here..help your self to the   eats and drinks,  I'll want you giys to Go over the  aircraft when we  come back..

  ..Ladies?.. Your Choice.. I'll take whatever is left...

 Frans Looked  as Shadow ..here eyes  wide.. she just stood there.. Flores   rolled her  eyes.....Ok?  Stand ther ..I'll take the Demon.... and Flores    scrambled  Up into the Demon fighter....

 Frans looked at  Shadow   and then moved  to the Creshian fighter... Shadow shrugged   and Climbed into the   Largran.

 ..gods  be damned, Shadow....

 ..its the Black Hanger , Frans... The Admiral's  toybox... Now,. Lets  go meet up with  the  other  White carded  folks

 Argie Opened the     hanger  door.. Flores   went out  first... a …still shocked.. Frans  went out   then Shadow...

 Argie    looked at the other Crewman.....Comon...sandwiches  and a beer.. i think?..one  beer  won't hurt us.. we  can  watch the  thing on the screens.

-----> From Sec

It had been quite a long time since he been in here he scanned his card and walked into the hangar and approached the workbench where he had his new armor transferred. Zob had all the parts laid out on the work bench it was a doable fix but it was gonna take quite some time to fully fix he grabbed tools and began repairing the damage on the chest piece, 'This armor has had its metal tested time and time again and that's how i know i can trust it with my life'

After what seemed like a long time Zob had finished all the repairs on the armor, he set down the tools and wiped the sweat from his brow, 'its finished'

Zob took a few moments to try on the armor and it fit perfectly although it was only medium armor it would protect him just as well as his old heavy counter part and a lot more against pulse fire he then got it altogether and then made his way out down to the QM shed where he would have to have them do detail work to put on the proper insignias etc.

-------> To QM locker
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-----> From Sec

Zob escorted the Verian with the 2 other sec and forced him down into a metallic chair and secured him to the chair, "Well im gonna be frank with you... your evening is about to get a whole hell of a lot worse" Zob then carefully removed his SEC vest and set it on the workbench he was a absolute brute even amongst demons, "Do you know who i am?" he asked the Verian before making his way over to him cracking his knuckles.

  The Verian Looked  around,.You are one of the traitors  to your  own Kind?.. we understand, that  The Admiral  picks up many such creatures?

Zob smirked as he gave him a cold hard glance, "betrayal is cowardice... selling weapons to your adversaries out of fear that they might stop killing each other and turn upon you. Betrayal is refusing to lead by example. Betrayal is letting scum like you run rampant through the black until evil has corrupted all hearts"

He then laughed a bit, "I am a high prince and true hier to the throne of the empire and i want to know what Qer La Kal promised Adem in exchange for servitude?"
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   The Verian   gave a Verian version of  a   Shrug.. his  leg seemed to have  sealed, but still glistened  a bit where   the  edges  came together.

  My role was  as  aBody guard, Kill anyone who  tried to stop  Captain MAris  from  taking   Captain Si... we understood it was a matter of Human Love?... it would not have mattered though. I thinkwe were to deliver   the Captain to Adem

Zob tilted his head, "You think? Perhaps I can help you refresh your memory?" Zob then delivered a vicious right hook to the Verians jaw, "What deal did Maris make with Adem?"

 The   metal-like Flesh moved   from the Law, much like punching a  Silicone bag. The verian  did    feel the  Pain, his eyes  going Black, from the   light grey that they were..

 The Verian, in a bet of a stern Voice  said,..do you know what deals  your  Admiral Makes ? I  am just a  MArine LT.. I  Carriers out  my Mission, rather  poorly.... HAd   we been successful, we  would have been on our  way to Vera...

Zob took a seat across from him and looked the Verian in his black eyes, "Correction you were a marine LT now you are a prisoner, as for deals he makes ones that actually benefit us as a whole... is it really that hard to visualize a unified people of the black?... the empire don't care about any race other then its own and even then that's very debatable... your bloodlines... everything will mean nothing when they eventually wipe you out of existence... it has happened before and they will do so again"

Zob then pulled out the large demon steel knife on his belt and held it in his hands, "Tell me do you have a family back home?"
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  The Verian  tilted his head,All Verians have  family..if you trace the   geneic pool back far  enough, we are  all from a set of   one pack of Verians... Adem  and Evert... Lilit  and her  Main Consort.. and  Kaine abd  his  many  mates.

Zob nodded as he twirled the blade in his hand, "I take it you are descended from Adems pack then?" he asked making small talk, "By the way I'm quite impressed with your boarding armor whats it made from?"

  Verian  nodded. ..it is  said my Father's side of the  Family  came  directly from Adem?.. but is  rumored that Evert had  some mods that were  from  other Verians...and that would  be why my standing is not as high as  some...but?  I am not Broken.

 Vera  is very good to us... the  ore  sued to make Verian  Steel, grows  back with time.. The planet is 'fed' asteroids  and such when we can ctach them, it speeds up the process.... Our techs  came up with a  coating , that   we fashioned  after  the  Largran force fields... it lasts  fairly long. but enough  hit s with lazars  or pulse  fire  wears it  away.... that damnable hard  ammo..punches through

Zob rubbed his chin, "Is this why Vera captured Calimite to get its hand on more Verian steel or is there some other rich mineral the planet produces that valuable to the war effort?" Zob was taking mental notes.

  The Verian   shrugs slightly....i am not  a Tech....But Calimite is  a world Much Like Uden..much like Earth and Asta  and even Bura?..I cannot say about the Colonies in Delta, I have  never been there. But  there is  a bounty of resources  on Calimite, and the people are  easy   to   join either side Though they are more Undenese, the Verian , pure.

Zob sighed a bit and went back over to the work bench, "Tell me about the Verian pure bloods that occupy Vera..." Zob then took a flask from his waist and took a drink, "You drink?" he asked the Verian as he got comfortable again on the chair across from him.
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  The verian  looked  at the  flask...it  depends?.. I can drink the  human Vodka  and whiskey.. but some of the other, I cannot.. Beer..interfers  with  my food breakdown.

 ..Perbreds  do not Occupy.. the live there.. it is our Home... It is  an odd  world  for some? it  his grey and black  and browns... sometime s purples?... the water  is think and  grey..but  quite tasty  for us?. Pure Bred  build  large  cities..it was  the  Great AlgA who learned of making...the Verian eggs... by using the Eggs, we  tripled the speed  of  young mods...and then AlGa  found out, from his trip to the sky, that the  eggs    could be blended with   DNA  from other beings... It would give us the  chance to breed on the  sa,e  level as  the Udenese... There were Mistakes  made to be sure..many on earth, I am told...when  peopel  thought  aliens where gods?..many..many DNA  swappings there...and? Of course?  the  abominations   that Lady produced  with the Human..I find it a good thing, they have the Undeneses , shifting skin... rather then the  grays  and Blacks of   the Pure Bred  Verians..

Zob gets a small dixie cup and fills it with a nice burian whiskey and walks over to him, "Open up..." when he opens his mouth he gives the shot to the Verian before sitting back down, "I do believe in honor amongst enemies and that's why we are even having this conversation... but please do not insult them by calling them abominations... i find it funny you refer to mix blood as abominations but mixed bloods of my race like me are genetically superior in every way and that's just a fact" 

 The verian   swallowe the  drink...that is a godly drink.. if  we    take Bura.. I will ahevb to gather some bottle.

 he nodded   about the others,It is hard to to try an remember... you see? when tehr eis   the mixing of the DNA.. the  mods  are tested to make sure they are not  a weaker  for on Verian?  The female male Shadow?... she was deemed unfit by the department of  Race  Patterns? They could not   fix  what was  wrong... she was not scraped because  of  her  'Father'  and his friends...I think now..since verians no longer  need the APF, that if  either one is captured, they will be taken apart  for   study,a nd  maybe  some of thier   DNA  sued  ?.. I am not a tech... The  Little one? whatever  reason he was not sent to  vera?... Saved his life... I can say, with out much doubt, they would  have  tested him until  the light  burned out in his  heart.. If you  excuse  one, who has not been around very many aliens? I cannot  understand  who teh Little one Seems to have such ..position ...here?... I know he was given the bname of Ambassador?.. But...it has to be more then that

Zob chuckled as he took another sip of the Burian whiskey, "Unfortunately there is no if... cause it will never happen it is for the best to come and accept this fact now, as for the 'little one' you speak of he has earned his place here through trial of arms and has proven his valor in combat time and time again that is why"

Zob was feeling a bit charitable and gave him another shot of the burian whiskey cause he knew when Shadow arrived down here it was gonna be absolutely horrific, "You folks made a really big mistake turning your back on the APF but its not me that has to live with those consequences that's Adems problem... its a shame really cause many people will die for it but it is what it is i suppose" he said in a rather nonchalant manner.

Zob then leaned forward a bit, "Let me tell you some harsh truths here, when the empire does consume your people and they will eventually, they will destroy your precious bloodlines by murdering the men or turning them into slaves and all the women will become breeding stock for the demons and will use your egg breeding to mass breed hybrids... your young will be served on platters and eaten by the officers of the empire as a delicacy... i know this cause its happened before... Qer La Kal is nothing if not predictable in her patterns she is my sister in law after all"

..from what i understand?... Verians  not  not very tasty.. Thouhg, i should think the Udenese  might be, with that  'human like ' skin..... Did you know there  are Undese 'sanri"..very disturbing  to see them..I can only imagine  what they would be like in combat

  ..would not  not , have been better  served, being a  Vicroy or somehting  for your sister in law? perhaps   holding sway of the Astra, or  Bura?

Zob simply shook his head, "What they do not eat they enslave, neither the pure bred Verians or the Udenese are safe in this... they will come to understand there mistakes in due time"

When he heard the Verian mention that he should of been a viceroy he just shook his head, "If things didn't happen the way that they did a few thousand years ago that may of been a actual possibility but she drew first blood and killed my spouse and children cause she wanted to know the secrets of taming the pirlocs of Hel... luckily for your people she never got that information... when this war is over the mantle of high king will be mine if i so choose, and if i take it i will reshape the demons under the banner of the APF" 
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  The Verian  sorta  sighed a Metallic sigh,one must wonder  what  The BAlck will look like after the  war. what races will thrive, what races will die.....will vera  even be there?

Zob shrugged, "It all depends if Vera can understand there mistake and correct it before it's to late... but I'm not gonna tell you how to run your world"

He then glanced towards the door then back to the Verian, "Once the human Shadow gets here our little civil discussion will end... as well as your life most likely and it's not gonna be pleasant, I've seen him do things that would make the most hardest of demons cringe in fear..."

 The Verian nods  slowly,we have heard tales..mostly about his flying..some say he comes int eh night, like his name?... I do not know why  he would treat me thus ...I was just  following orders..after all...

Zob gave him a dissapointed look, "Nobody is blaming you for following orders but after a while you need to think for yourself if this was really a good idea... I mean you come in with a boarding party lead by a traitor and you hurt his close friends and insult his kin to his face by calling them abominations"

He gave the last of the flasks whiskey to the Verian to drink, "You should of chosen your words more carefully"

  The  verian  gave a stiff not  as he sipped from the Flask,..perhaps?..but.. i was  brought up the way i was brought up.. I am sure, there are  beings that crossbred  with Demons, that you might  find offensve?

Zob smirked, "Me personally... not really but i don't speak on behalf of other demons and the noble houses, if you aren't born from a noble house you are a low class citizen and service in the empire is a way of gaining prestige for a better life, I'm not to big into the whole genetic purity ordeal but there is specific races i find rather distasteful as a whole such as Creshians they are true abominations of the black i wouldn't mind seeing eradicated" Zob knew it was getting down to the letter he twirled the demon combat knife in his hand he would soon have to go to work on him.
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Zob then patted the Verian on the shoulder, "Unfortunately its time for us to say goodbye... i did enjoy our conversation though but its time for me to... follow my orders" he then walked over and grabbed a sack and a from next to the workbench and emptied it out on the table and then walked back over to the Verian and placed it over his head.

After that he socked him straight on in the face before escorting him back to SEC so Lilit can has his way with him.

-----> To Sec

----> From tech labs with minigun

After scanning his card he entered inside the black hanger and went over to the work bench he notice the chair the Verian was sitting a day or so ago was still where it was last time... the room smelled of faint sweat and blood.

After a few adjustments Zob set up a bunch of targets he then went back to the work bench and strapped on the minigun after taking one last look at the targets he spoke quietly to himself, "Lets see how well it works" he then spun up the barrels and in mere microseconds the rounds began to fly as the targets were eviserated torn apart sending wood and other random debris flying all over once he was satisfied he decided that leaving the weapon here was the best choice for the time being before heading out to the rec sec to meet his new ammo handler that had been assigned to him.

-----To rec dec

——> Hangar Dec

After a brief pause to hand in the gun and boot knife she’d relieved from Abby to whoever was on duty at the QM’s cage, Harry would continue walking to the back of the stores where the door to the Black Hangar was. Pulling the black key card from her pocket Harry would let herself in and after switching on the lights would lock the door behind her.

She would take a moment to appreciate the quiet solitude of The Units “secret” headquarters before letting off an ear splitting scream that seemed to echo around the hangar’s interior before then dropping to her knees, putting her head in her hands and sobbing her eyes out.

Curled up on the cold, hard dec of the Black Hangars floor Harry had laid there sobbing until her tears had run out. At which point she had simply laid there staring at the wall, wondering what it was she'd done to deserve such repeated betrayal at the hands of those she'd dared to trust and care for. To have the agonising pain of having her heart torn from her chest and stamped upon again and again.

After a while she would gingerly pull herself off of the floor and in a zombie like stat wander over to the small kitchen that sat within the hangars corner, although perhaps kitchen was perhaps too grand a term for the kettle and microwave used to warm up leftover pizza. It would take her a little while but eventually she would locate what she'd been looking for lurking in the bottom of one of the lockers. Carrying the half bottle of whisky over to one of the beds she would sit down on its edge and raise the bottle in salute to the pictures on the far wall "to those that have gone before us, don't wait for us" she said in a hoarse voice before drinking straight from the bottle. If nothing else she could at least trust alcohol to do what she wanted it to do.

 Harry's Comms will begin to ring from an incoming urgent call.

By the time her comms unit started to buzz, cutting off the loud music she'd been listening to, Harry had drunk most of the remaining whisky "oh will you fuck off!" she snaps at the comms unit, however when it became apparent that profanities wouldn't stop the irritating buzzing she would get up and walk over to where she'd left her comms unit on a workbench. With an irritated growl she'd pick up her comms unit and briefly glance at the caller ID before answering "what do you want?" she asked in an annoyed voice, her words slurring ever so slightly from the whisky she had, and was continuing to drink.

 Lizzy answers back," Harry it's Lizzy, where are you they need you in SEC, are you okay, have you been drinking?"

Hearing Lizzy’s voice on the other end Harry would chuckle drunkenly as she replied ”Fuck em! There’s only a problem because those bloody Gava decided to stick their oar in! As far as I’m concerned it’s their problem now...I meanwhile am going to have a little party in my private clubhouse” she said pausing to take another drink from her bottle of whisky. By this time Lizzy had asked if she was drinking prompting Harry to angrily snarl ”go to hell Liz! You’re not my god damn mother!...not that she ever gave a shit about me anyway...” she said before lapsing into a troubled silence as images from her childhood came rushing back at her and how it was all probably just a lie.

 Lizzy let Harry lash out she could feel Harry's pain, yeah Abby was a sister, Lizzy had her Father. Lizzy knew she was drinking, so Lizzy knew reason wouldn't work," Harry you know I care about you, I will always be there for you. Let me help you like you helped me with my Father, if it wasnt for you I might have walked out of the stasis field . You where there when I needed you, let me be there for you. Where is your little private clubhouse Harry please let me help you, we can get through this together and you can trust me, and you know it. Please harry where are you.

"Trust you? Why the fuck should I trust anyone?!" Harry snapped back as tears once again started to slowly roll down her cheeks, her voice dropping to a pain filled whisper as she continued speaking "nah....I've already made that mistake far too many times, I'm not getting stabbed in the back again, it's not fucking happening...not again..." her voice once again drifting away into another troubled silence only to be broken by her quietly chuckling to herself "Besides, there's no point in me telling you where I am, because you can't get in anyway...it wouldn't be much of a club if anyone could just wander in now would it?" she said before draining the last of the whisky in a single mouthful.

 "On Comms"

 Lizzy listened, Harry fell off the deep end and was in bad shape," Harry you know I would never do that to you, you know you can trust me, please invite me into the club. Well can I meet you somewhere Harry?" Lizzy was trying to keep her talking, harry might hate her for this, but as she talked she used her Comms to send an emergency text message to SEC, " Ens Lynch is hidden somewhere I can not get too, at least that is what she says, and I am worried for her safety and sanity, please track her and I wan t to help her, Ens. O'Conner."

 She sent the text message and then said," Harry it's me, I know in your heart you know you can trust me. Don't push me away Harry please I can't loose the only family besides Izzy I have, you are family to me Harry, you know that dont you, stronger then family, Harry lets just meet and talk please." Lizzy just kept her talking Lizzy really hoped she would forgive for what she was doing but Lizzy cared too much for Harry to let her self destruct she had to try to help her even if Harry might hate her forever. It was the risk she had to take to help her, Lizzy loved her, that is what you do for people you love.

Sitting on the edge of the bed pinching the bridge of her nose Harry would listen as Lizzy practically begged to meet her somewhere so that they could talk and as much as she hated to admit it Lizzy was the closest thing she had to a trustworthy friend at this point in time ”fine...meet me on the hangar dec by the static field, just you...and bring a bottle of something” Harry said in a tired voice, knowing that if she didn’t relent then she would just keep bothering her until she did.

She would hang up the call before Lizzy would have chance to say anything else and give the now empty bottle of whisky a wistful look before  heading towards the door, dropping the empty bottle into the bin as she went.

——> Hangar Dec

 Lizzy listened and when Harry hung up she closed her Comms.

——> Officers Quarters

Entering the Black Hangar, a place that had long since become a kind of refuge for her, Harry would take a moment to savour the peace and quiet before shedding her uniform jacket and heading towards the nearest combat dummy, drawing her trench knife from its sheath as she went. By the time she was finished with it, the dummy had been utterly destroyed with its head lying several feet away from what was left of its body.

Sitting on the floor of the Black Hangar amidst the debris of the late combat dummy Harry would slowly and methodically run the whetstone along the length of her trench knife, sharpening it to a razor edge with the Udenese pair knives sitting on the floor beside her waiting their turn to be oiled and sharpened. She was feeling a little better now, though she supposed she really ought to find a better way of dealing with things...or at the very least less destructive!

Despite her violent outburst, or perhaps because of it, Harry still felt like something you would scrape from the underside of your shoe with her wondering what exactly it was she had done wrong to end up aimlessly drifting through life, surely there had to be more to life than this? She needed to find some kind of a purpose other than killing people.

Once she had finished sharpening her knives and had cleared away the broken training dummy she would slowly meander back towards the rec dec to kill a little more time.

——> Rec Dec
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(( after  Roussa invasion))

 Entering the   hanger, Shadow  turns on  a few lights,  , the smell of  fresh leather  from the New   Dummies greeted  him.

  Going to the fridge he  pulls out   a  small pizza  and puts it in the Gamma  wave.. Takes off his   jacket and Tunic., and pounches up   some music.

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbNrA9qqr9A

 while the music  plays , the Pilto grabbed    a pair of  wooden practice   daggers,  and begins to   move  slow  at first, hitting  the   Dummies with   daggers  ,  kicks  and   Jump kicks... continuing  for  another  5 minutes  and then placed the  daggers  back in the  rack, and  grabbed a soda   to have  with the Pizza  as he  relaxes on the couch.

  The LC  Got a COM and Looked at it.. he  put the  empty box on the stack of others , and the few slices of   pizza in the fridge, then  ran up the  stairs    slipping on his  tunic  and jacket...

>>>>>Shadow to Hanger

-----> From Sec

Zob swiped his keycard and walked on inside it had been a long while since he was in here, he hit the lights and made his way down to where the couch was and set down his equipment before making his way over to the armor rack that held the demon steel boarding armor, 'Once upon a time to think i considered wearing this armor a honor when i joined the Old Guard ages ago... now it just reminds me that im the most wanted demon in the history of the empire' a small chuckle escaped him as he headed over to the training dummy and began to practice his new and improved hand to hand skills.

As he striked the dummy memories of the past surfaced this caused his hits to ring loudly upon the dummy and after a few moments Zob sent a haymaker from the hells right at the skull breaking off a rather large chunk which no doubt would of lead to instantaneous death.

He then took a seat on the couch and caught his breath and after a bit he began to doze off.
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------> From Rec Dec

As he was passing through the back he got himself a bin to carry a few of his weapons, he then swiped his black card and headed on inside and flicked on the lights, as he placed the weapons bin next to the workbench he turned on the radio, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuLMDvoshrk

First order of business was to maintenance his retractable blade gauntlet that he wore often on his forearm concealed under his clothes, reaching for the lubricant he made sure the blade mechanism was well lubricated before reattaching the weapon back onto his wrist, he then went over to the makeshift dummies and gave it a few stabs aiming for vital points before returning back to the desk to continue with the other tasks.

If he had to get confrontational with Angels on Etna he was gonna be ready, if being around Humans has taught him anything its that its better to play smarter not harder and cheat whenever possible.

  Flores  enters  The Black Hanger, she is a bit sweated up in   Hermes  work out gear and is carrying  a very nice  hardwood bow, and  a Metal  Aqra  bow... she  had  two quivers of  Arrows..

 She Saw  Zob, and   waved  witht he   wooden bow..Though Shadow  Might be here.. he  sorta Vanished   she  walked across the dec  to  the 'range'..need to get my practice in..can't  practice  on the Crew's range?  I'm not supposed to be good with a bow... don't ask me why,,i lettered  at the Academy!...

 she laid the  metal bow down,This  aqra  thing is a beat.... i want to use the same arrows  they use..but  the tech guys can't make the  arrow head's  spring out like  The Fish do?

 Shadow gave me this wood  bow from Bura?..he said some  guy named  'Commander Bond" bought it for me on Bura.. I never heard of the guy?.. I asked beth, she just giggle, she  said Commander Bond  has been around  since   The Hermes  was in new york!..anyway.. it feels good..strong..like it was made for me... I hope i get to try it out on Delta Night.

Zob turned his head when Flores entered, "Ah Flores what a pleasant surprise... and nothing wrong with using the bow i mean the Gava use them as well as the Udenese woman..." he then turned around in his chair to face Flores fully, "I'm sure i could be good with a bow if i just got the muscle memory down with some practice, but i like my bigger weapons small stuff is just getting awkward to carry but that's kinda out of my control... being demonkin and all that stuff"

 Flores  laughed,..Shadow  can shoot a bow..i mean?  he isn't  as good  as me  or  Frans?..we have Archery since  we were tots. with all that 'fancy school' training.... Not  much use for a Bow, when you're runnign around alleys , knifing mobsters, and cracking open Gangers's heads

  You should Give the Fish Bow a   try... I just  have  free arrows?..but they have Thiers attacked to  a flexible metal wire.. when they hit a target, they can pull them into the water  to   add to their creel...Fish folk's answer to  dfishing..i guess.. It has  a Hard Pull.. I have a steel shaft  got straight  througha Guy on Everest and went  2 inches deep into the wall behind him.

Zob stood up from the chair and made his way over to where Flores was setting up target practice, "Sure lets give this thing a shot..." he then picked up the fish bow along with an arrow, took aim at one of the targets and drew the bow back with fair ease before letting the arrow fly hitting the target dead center causing some serious damage before handing it back to her, "Pretty powerful weapon but its not my style... maybe if they designed a bow explicitly for me then id be willing to incorporate it into my kit"

  Flores smiled ..wel... each to thier own.. It comes in handy..well..sometime, Shadow doesn't trust himself to use it on an Op..or so he says. I think he just likes getting up-close.

Zob frowns a bit, "It's mostly the style of the bow really, i need to get something that is more custom tailored to my needs... and yeah he does like to get up close and do the dirty work then again so do i" and with a flick of his wrist the blade on the hidden gauntlet sprung forth for a moment before he quickly retracted it.

  Flores  fired an arrow   at Various  targets, hitting  around the throat and head... she  frowned when one  nit the chin.

  ..you know?..I don't  know  anything  about Alien History..if  we win this  war, there can be whole new  jobs opening for  History teachers, Lab Rats  and Bio-techs.... But i know this.... Paradise can give  us 100 times more Angel Steel then the Moons and give us  fresh bodies to thrown at the Empire... How's the Admiral  going to balance that, with them wanting   an 'equal Say".... 9 hells?  The Sanri  and Occui defer to us, and they been in it the whole damned  time/

Zob pulled up a chair and lounged back in it as he watched her shoot the targets, "That's the keyword... *Can* will they though not likely, Paradise is out for Paradise not for the betterment of the fleet... its gonna be a mess on Etna mark my words"

After a moment or two he rubbed his chin, "Assuming you survive the war whats your plan Flores?" he asked changing the subject entirely.

  Flores  chuckles  softly, depends on who else survives and if we win?..... Settling  down some where..maybe  with a Hot shot pilot?...but there's  a line for that...

  I don't even know if I'd  want to go back to Earth?.... I mean its home..or was. But Fuji and Bura  are more welcoming. The Deltas  seem nice, but  i'm not a pioneer..i need a town or city are ready built.... i'm not  tough enough to be planting   or herding.

Zob chuckles, "You really care for him don't you?" He asked as he thought about what he would possibly do, "I'm not sure Orria would enjoy living off the grid so maybe get myself a mansion on Fuji or one on Bura... other then that who knows"

  Flores  chuckles,..yeah..I guess i do?  he  stood up for me at the academyand that 'accident ' that happened to the instructor was very 'Delta Night' if you know what i mean... he asked  Captain Morris to sign me up when  Kase and  I came here with the EVOLs  when Lady was killed and they  Held   Blu's trail...Morris  didn't even question it.... He's made a positive impact on a lot of Ladies lives, and  never expected anything in return...there are headcases out there who don't like him..and that's cool...but? its a damn good barometer..if you find someone  who doesn't like the LC...damn good bet they aren't on our side...

 another  chuckle as she goes to retrieve the arrows .....Bura  would be good for Orria.... they'll be needing  'Beth Class'  COms folks there as they grow, she's not only learning from the ebst.. She's  learning  under fire.

   she  checks the  heads on the  arrows, as  she  gets  ready to  fire  another flight or two.....This is going to be a very interesting  Balll.....

Zob shrugged a bit as he thought it over, "When she comes of age and the war is over then she can make that decision for herself, as for Shadow i consider him a good friend a little unorthodox but his heart is always in the right place and thats what matters most"

After a bit he slid the chair back over to the workbench and continued working, "Just be sure to keep your sidearm and your knife handy... you are likely gonna need it at some point during this stay" he said as he worked on upgrades for the DT5.
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  After  retrieving another flight of  arrows, Flores  went to the   fridge and go a Soda, asked  Zob if he wanted one, then walked over  and  sat by the table the Bos  and arrows   sat on.

 Us  Girls don't  get to carry sidearms  , in Angel Silk. but most have  knives  somewhere... Been in a few fights   in Angel silk, pretty tough  Material, But man? it shows  everything, so a Girl can't  put  much under it...

 she  smiles   at his take on Shadow.story goes, he  was a hard case before he ever got out of highschool... but he wasn't a punk Ganger..he laughs  at them..and  he wasn't a mobster..he Hunts them down  Ape Folk Hunt  creshians. He has this... I dunno?  Holy avenger
 thing going on..and he never forgets  where he came from.

  She looks up at the  creshian Fighter hanging from the ceiling Admiral hacks  Hammer  IV  and  a Largran fighters   facing the  closed  bay doors. we were on  the  beach, when they first Got Roll and Jax  and those kids?... Roll was  scared, and felt bad.. Shadow was treating them to chocolate bars  and telling them they had the run of the food  stalls.. and Roll?  I don't know why, I wasn't close   enough..but he was feeling really bad,  and Shadow handed him this ...candy Bar.. and he explained something to this  little kid, who ran towards his friends   yelling  'I'm Good  I'm Good"

Frans , Eckles  and Mara  were there   smiling and staring  at Shadow.. saying somehting  like " everyone  one the beach right now , wants to have your baby"... Shadow freaked  out  and went to get a drink...

 she snorts  and takes  another sip,..Don't know when it started, some dumbass started  calling us   girls  'cheerleaders'... I good with that..i mean. some of us  get some  'alone time' with him, but no one's  locked in..and...He'd never cheat one  whom ever he settled on either...But , losers  gotta lose ..right..

 then she  grins  as she gets  back up to  shoot  another flight...But  we'll be there, getting out of that Limo, doing our cheerleading thing, and never  have to worry about  feeling bad about it.

  Two arrows  in a heart beat span hit  the tared  it the chest, just left of center...

Zob stopped working on the handgun for a moment as recalled the battle down in the Stem, "I was fighting down on the ground when our group saved em and brought them back to the condo, was a nasty bit of business that outing"

He then turns back to face her for a moment accepting the soda, "I didn't think me and Melia would end up being together but... i am glad that things turned out how they did... we Demons who aren't complete bastards tend to only take one partner for life but a lot of that is due to having such a huge lifespan... the concept of spur of the moment acts of passion are still a rather odd concept to me"

After topping off the can of soda he did a trick shot and landed the can in the disposal unit, "My mentor said to me when i was first being trained thousands of years ago, Never forget what you are. The rest of the black will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you"

   Flores   nodded  slowly as she let another  pair of  arrows  go, grouping them  with the first  2.

  Me?.. I'm a Rich Girl, who didn't like the  way poor  folks were treated.... Took  two poor guys  and one poor  girl  from New York, to save my butt from a lech  Instructor ... Money  could have bought  my way out of it... or  i simply could have  given in...  But you have some one  step up to the plate  for you, who shouldn't give one damn?...That's when you stick to principles..

Zob sighed a bit as he adjusted the mechanism in the DT5 slightly before putting it together again, "Me? I was an elite honor guard to the high king of the demons Xal La Kal... we were The Old Guard we had honor and principles but when Qer took the throne after her fathers passing all that changed for the worst..."
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    She xat down again, checking the  heads on the arrows, Pulling the   small tool kid  from her pack , tightening  the  heads the  feathers  were a mix of  thin plastic, or real feathers  from some  bird -things  on bura

 well..all my creds do out here is get me decent food on shore leave..i don't even  need that  since the  LC has the Condo thing..your don't have to worry about guarding anyone
 other then your Crewmate

Zob finishes the tweaks on the DT5 and set it off to the side to work on his Largran assault rifle, "Well me and my wife make sure Ambassador Shade stays safe during all social events, so it always adds another element of danger to every shore leave... this one more so then the others"

  The COM  blinks, Flores   looks at it.....wow!..Look at this.. Doc henry and Val are getting Married on the rec dec  at 8:00..Doc's  letting   folks  chose  stake of Cauliflower stuff...its all on him!... Gonna have to be there... Seems    wedding as are  hitting around here  like AA fire!

Zob turned to his com and read the same message and chuckles, "I knew they were gonna bond sooner or later just was not expecting it today... but yeah ill be there, who knows you might be next!"

  Flores    laughed a real  laugh,....when it comes to  that conflict area?  Its  not a target rich environment  , for me.

 I'm in no hurry, if  we win, i'll have the rest of my life...if we lose? what's the use?

Zob chuckled a bit under his breath as he turned on the vid screen on the wall to see the latest interview with ZU-IS and after a few moments of him speaking Zob was starting to get very upset, he grabbed a huge wrench from the table and hurled it full force straight into the vid screen causing it to shatter to the floor.

  Flores  and a half of a smirk....You know the LC  and Hack came  down here to watch games sometimes, get away from the  'everyday'...

 Then she  lovingly stick the arrows in the appropriate quiver.who knows when they'll get  to that  for a while...

Zob sighs as he collects himself, "I really hate those bastards Flores more so then you may ever know..." Zob then glanced at the broken vid screen, "Ill have them charge my account for a new one when we dock at Etna... im gonna finish the last of the upgrades for my assault rifle then ill be on my way, just not a lot to do today until later this evening"

 Shouldering his  quivers, she said,..I'm gonna get cleaned up...want to look a little presentable  for  Doc and Val's wedding

 she stops at the bottom of the stairs,..you know, Shade can handle himself when  we're at that Ball.... Make sure you and  melia  watch  over orria...she  a damn tought chicklette,but Shade...Shade's got the bloodlines, his  Mom  flew  through throngs of  Lizards   and took ground fire, when she  could have told  Shadow to go to the  9 hells...and..well?  Shadow?..if  Shadow  doesn't like some one.. Shade doesn't like them either...so...Those Angels.... They better  be all in on Us being the Tip of the Spear

 as she walked up the Steps...Hemsly's  got a Block  bet going, on how many  Paradise Angels  bgo to med tech...50 creds  a square.... I have 16..sounds like a good number..closest with out going over wins the pot..

 Flores out>>>>>>>>

Zob was silent as he watched Flores leave and once she was gone he let out a long sigh, "Yeah shes probably right... need to start looking out for Orria more" he said quietly to himself as he finished up on the last of his projects and placed them back in the container and headed up the stairs he would see about having some late lunch with Orria.

------> To Rec Dec

 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<  Shadow from Hanger  Dec,  somewhere in Delta Quad

  Walking Passed the QB   cage, Shadow reached for a black card with his name on and was  about to open the door. The QM walked over   and   showed   Shadow   another card.excuse me , LC?  what should  i do with this?

 he handed Shadow , harry's card.Shadow   looked  at it, and flexed the  card back and forth a few times until it snapped.have a  clerk take it to the Foundry and throw it in the  Ladle ..

 begging  your  pardon, but  what if she comes  back...

 Shadow slid  is card and the door hissed open, and he replaced it.Then you call me, and  I'll take her to the foundry..alot of friends almost died  on that  scarp pile on E-1. she always got Kat   and Billie Killed?...there is some things  there es no coming back from..

the door hissed closed.

   taking off his   flight jacket it  and draping  it on a chair by the computers. he flicked some lights on.. the Hammer  IV that was the Admirals, Demon  fighter and a Largran fighter  say in launch  cages,  Shadow  did  some stretches .

 Then he   popped a play list on the  computer  as he  began to hit the   dummies   with punched and use  slash  lie hits on the   Dummies  with arms

  after some  hard work on the Bags, Shadow went to the fridge  , grabbed a cola  and sat  down on a couch.near the  stairwell.

 he sipped the  soda  as he  waited for his   heartbeat to slow  down, then put on some  news,  geting a Sol System feed  to see  what  new they had  about the Fleet

 Shadow fussed with the computor,  Though no one in Sol System could hack him, with Beths protocols , niether  could he  hack..well...search, his way through their feeds..

He read about Stoly's raid, and smiled, he would have loved to be there.  The COM beeped   , meaning Shadow had to  get back onto the dec, and  Check with Captain Morris  and SEC

<<<<<<<<<< from Hanger Dec, after  capture of #13

 Larry looked a bit bummed out t hat Disna  wouldn't let him walk, after all? didn't he walk  through the  angel ship?  Nugest and  Zob  hefted  the Larg , The QM opened the Black Hanger  door ,

 Stepping  down the stairs to the   Landing,  they  Laid   the  litter on the Dec. Disna looked at  Shadow...are your most certain about this, LC?

  Larry wants to play tomorrow, we have to get him in the game..Larry ? we have
 to secure you, so you don't  hurt something else?

 Larry   snorted and Burbled  and   laid his  head  down.  Shadow  went to the fighters  that were secured, betting the  same straps  they used  for the   Hammer IV, demon and Largran fighter.   He pointed to the    hooks  embedded  in the Dec..   flipping one up, taking the  three inch wide,1/2  inch thick   Poly  band in the  Hook and  secured the    fore claws.

  Disna    took out   fragments of bone from the shoulder, causing   Larry to  jerk and  snort some....Faoming it   full. as    Shade secured the Healthy  Middle leg..  Zob   secured  the     rear legs.. Nugest said...Nugest hold tail..

 Disna said,I do not think  that would be wise...

 Nugest hold  Larry's tail..Nugest is   strong!

 Shadow  shrugged  as    he took  the Bottle of  Bue  stuff from shade, and went to the Med tech cabinet, , selecting the  proper   sized  needled . he doubled the  dose   that he, himself  would get.

   you wish me to administer it?

 No..I'll do it..  I brought him into all this. its  the least i can do for him.

    Shade   rubbed Larry's   noggin  and went to  stand  by Zob, and the others.. Nugest  sat on the Dec, holding the  tail in a  Bear hug.

 Sorry Buddy, I'll make it up to yu with some steaks....

     Larry flinched  a moment  as  Shadow injected the  shot just about, then below the wound... and he moved  back.

 Larry  began to slowly  twitch  and   snort..it built  up to thrashing, but the aircraft tethers held...  Nugest    got draged back and forth across the   Dec... Roll watched  with  a tear dripping down his   cheeks, as Larry Howled.

Roy helped secure Larry, having some idea what was coming...he made another mental note...you damned well better not confuse all these mental notes, Sarge... he told himself...to talk to the QM about building some restraints from the same type of webbing.  The war was not going to get any easier, the largs were not suddenly going to become more cautious, and so the odds that they were going to have to repeat this in the future were extremely high, and it would be less uncomfortable with legitimate restraints and not jury-rigged aircraft straps...

He shook his head as Nugest offered to hold Larry's tail, and shrugged when the Ape-Man insisted.  "Just be careful...you wind up under his back claws during this, and we're going to have to do it to you, too..." was all he said.  He stood back, next to Roll, as Shadow injected the serum, wincing at the initial convulsions brought on by the serum kicking the larg's healing abilities into overdrive.

"He'll be alright, Roll," Roy offered, when he noticed the tears.  "Shadow and I have both been through this.  It hurts like hell, and it hurts everywhere, not just where the wound was...but in a few hours, he'll be completely healed and ready to eat just about anything even remotely edible.  It's a risk we all take, and it's the worst thing about being the one responsible...sometimes things go wrong, and someone gets hurt...or worse.  This gives them a great chance at healing up completely, within hours, instead of healing to something less capable than they were, and taking days or even weeks to do it."

  Rolls  nodded  as he  sniffed,Gregor  clawed me up when they  fixed him... I ..I..don['t like see Larry hurt.

 Larry's thrashing  and Howls , you cant  give a larg something 'to bite on'.. Though it  took roughly  10 Minutes of 'thrash time" to those  watching  it seemed   much Longer.

 when it was  done.  larry was out... deep, steady breathing.. and  body was Limp.. Nuggets, who had   wet eyes  himself   showed Bruised on   his  cheeks from  where the tail got loose.

Disna  went over  , eh  studied the  would,  the  wound  was almost, completely closed.. he   added a tny bit of  foam.  and then Plasted  over it..

 he looked  back as Shadow and the others  approached.  He is  well... scanner   shows  no  more breaks,,, i got all of the  chips out, so  the bone  will form correctly... I think  we  need to  unbind  him, let him sleep....

 I'll stay  with him..You and Puskie  can take  care othe the other  hurt largs.

 Disna looked at Shadow...Its  fine, he's been here before... I think i'll even get him a card, next time i see the QM... He's  Hermes Pack, and a Larg master... if i can't trust him..well..

 Roll looked up at Shadow and  Roy, smiling with, tear stained cheek
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Roy crouched down beside the larg, resting one hand gently on the now-sleeping head in a gesture almost like benediction.  He nodded over at Roll.  "It would be good for him to wake up to a familiar face...and duty calls."  He glanced over at Shadow and rolled his eyes in the direction of where Admiral Hack's improvised war room would be up on the hangar dec.

"Now that he's through the bad part of it, I don't feel like my duty here outweighs my duty there, so I'm glad you're available and willing to do it, Roll."  He rose as he spoke, one of his hands coming to rest on Roll's shoulder in a similar gesture to the one he'd made with Larry.

He turned to help release the restraints, continuing as he worked, "If you feel like anything's not right with him, call us immediately...and please let me know when he wakes up."  It had been his orders that had put the larg in harm's way, and so he felt, in some degree, responsible for the wounds, but the risk was a part of the job.  He knew it, Larry knew it...everyone who went on boarding ops knew it.  So, while he felt responsible, he didn't feel guilty.  It could have just as easily been him.  It had been, in the past, several of them who were present there.

He stood up, looking over at Shadow.  "Whaddaya think, LC?  Time to go see what that Angel asshole has to say?"

   Yeah, Lets go.... RolL?    The fridge has  sodas  and juice in. there   dry good  snacks like crackers and cookies There might be some Pizza   rolls in there two,  gamma  wave is right there.. like Roy said, COM us   when he;s up, or  if you think something is    wrong.

when he   rolled and  folded the restraints and replaced them,    Shadow Motioned for   Nuegst to come along. Zob had a card  so he could stay if he wanted.

  Roll  dragged  a  dummy over   by Larry and    laid  up against it  as he had a  hand on the sleeping Larg's head.

 Shadow  Roy  ect >> hanger Dec.

----->>>>>> From Med tech

 NA-CE walked up to the black hanger with the cabinets behind her," Hello I am Corporal NA-CE, Combat Med Tech, Lt. Simmons said for me to say, BH-M for the card."  NA-CE stood there waiting on QM's and the guard's response.

  The Clerk  called  the QM.. a  man who looked like you could have  been  Rivet's cousin, spoke.

  Looking  at the Med techs,  Rivets saidBH-M  ? well  That's Black Hanger Med tech..... I  kin see whatcha  her  fer.. Follow  me down, you'll get yer  card when ya leave...</Coral he took his own card from the   rack. There was a few empty spots on the  rack. The  clerk was already   putting in  small  letters   for NA-CE's  name.

...................

   when they  walked down the  stairs.. MC=VC  saw  a Hammer  IV, much like  Lady. except the name under the cock  Pit was 'ADM  HACK'.. also  , locked in place for launch was a Largran and demon fighter..( old versions).

 there was a firing range,  and  a mat of the floor for   unarmed combat.. Two   dummies  with   think wooden  arms  sprouting out, several of them were broken..

 there were Computer set up, Under the stair  way and a fridge   with a gave  wave.  one bunk bed  against the stern wall.. and Roll was there with a sleeping larry.

   the  QM took them to the  port side, Three  tall , stainless   steel  units.. He says<Coral>Lokit.. there's  the  units.. Lots a room in there Cause the Admiral wants to stock up..   they have   padded  slots   fil them up and when yer  done, then Cabinets
 go  down to the foundry.... and..  don't  wake the larg, he had a hard time of it.

 NA-CE smiled and replied," Thank you, we will unload them and secure them. Ok great no problem we will bring them down thank you again." NA-CE then carefully had the group unload the cabinets using the key they got to open them and then start storing all the vials and she gets a final count when they are done.

 Once they were Done , the   crewman  carried the Cabinets up the stairs to the door.

 Roll watched them from time to time as he sat with the   passed out Larry.

 One of the crewman  called out as the   door  slid open... Ma'am?    some one is callign for a  Med tech.

NA-CE made sure everything was stored and secured. As the cabinets where taken away NA-CE replied,I wonder if they could melt that down and make an Angel Steel Trench knife for the LC his was bent on a mission.

 Then someone called for a Med Tech,On my way NA-CE headed for the Hanger Dec and who needed a Med tech.

------->>>>> to Hanger Dec

Shadow -Roy  from Hanger Dec<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

    The QM watched them  get their Cards  and slide them, he gave Shadow a  Card  that  had Roll's  name on  and winked.

  as the pair walked down the stairs, larry was   Jumpign  around as   Roll giggled   trying to through  Ball past  larry, but  aLrry was  bumping it  back with a tail , nose   or   paw.

 See!  That hurty  Medicine  they gave you , fixed you all up!

 larry  noticed  Roy  and Shadow   as soon as Roy made the turn on the landing , Larry Jumped over Roll  who  giggled  with laughter  and  larry  , all but Pounced on Roy.  Shadow  was smiling as    Roll ran up to them.

 Larry is all Better!, I gave him two of the Pizzas   that were in the   fridge...

 very good.. how  hot   did you heat them up to? Its says on the Box?

 Roll looked at   Shadow...heat them? I thought they were like  pizzasckles ..

 Shadow looked at larry  as he  and Roy fussed.ahhh..well? they are supposed to be  heated, but if Larry didn't care.... he shrugged.

Roy snorted as he tussled with the larg, glad to see Larry back up and active again.  "When have you EVER seen Larry be particular about the temperature of his food?" Roy asked.  "Sure, there's some beings that he doesn't like to eat, and others he doesn't even like to bite...but he'll eat his meat scraps in any condition from almost-frozen to fresh off the grill, if it's something he likes."

He reached past Larry's paws, planting a hand flat against the side of the larg's muzzle and pushing Larry's head to the side playfully, as he added, "And Larry DEFINITELY likes pizza..."

  Shadow laughed  as  he watched them Play.

  well....... I promised Larry a couple steaks  for  what he was goign to go through..i guess he's too full now...

 Larry's  head  Popped up and  his tail thumped.

 I Think  Larry want's the steak, Mr  Shadow

 well... i guess  we better get them...

  The   rec dec is  closed  for  food  making...

 They don't have to make it...just give it... we'll take  Larry  up and we'll see  if they have  scraps from the   food they made  and bring    it  down for the Largs and Mila

  Shadow lead the  way up with the others  following.. he  stopped  by the  door, here? QM issued this to you... he handed   Roll his  own black keycard to the Black hanger...you got this, because yoiu work  hard  with the   Largs, and  you fought on the   hangerdec...  The rules  are , when you leave, you lock it, and put you card in the rack... you never take the card with you

 Larry   looked up at Shadow and titled his head...sorry Buddy? QM doesn't  think yu can handle a  key card..

 Roll slid the card  through the  channel and the door hissed opened..  Roll was excited  and  he   turned, putting the card in the rack.. Larry ran out  into the hangar   dec  , all the other largs began to  bounce  around.

 Shadow  sighed...alright.. all the Largs  and Melia. follow  me   , The SM  and Roll...