Kirby's Rainbow Resort

Rayd slid the control crystal into place and replaced the tar-colored metal plate over the shield generator's innards. There were burned out components on the table before him, numbering more than he had initially figured. He slid both of the shielding gloves over his hands and wiggled his fingers inside of them until they were snug. Rayd kicked away from the desk and spun around in the chair a couple times before stopping his momentum with his right foot. He lifted his left arm, palm open, and activated the shield mechanism. There was a soft whir as it sprang to life. Deactivating it with a smile, he turned and brought the one in his right hand online as he lifted his other arm. The generator hummed to life, sputtered, and zapped him fairly effectively as some of the components inside ruptured. Smoke and a few tiny debris were ejected from the emitter in his palm, jarring his arm.

"Ergh!" He yelped, shaking his hand and reeling his arm in to blow the smoke away. "...Dammit..." He groaned. He shook his head before removing the small gauntlet and beginning repairs on it once again.

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Betrice loosed a chuckle as Orin damned his makeup. She didn't think he needed it, thought the scar added to his personality, of course, he wasn't the type to wear it proudly. "Maybe you should use it scare some of those recruits in line?" She teased, with a bit of sigh, she lifted a holographic chart of sorts. Examining it carefully, it was an update on the latest equipment being synthesized for the group.
It was about ready, meaning they could get started soon, this was good, it'd give Orin a chance to give the information a once over. She knew he'd want to. "By the way, Mercutio said he'll be meeting you personally soon. Apparently he's on the verge of a breakthrough, whatever it is he thinks he's got. It's apparently important enough to deliver in person." She noted, something she figured he'd like to know and think about. That way appropriate arrangements could be made.

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

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During his exploration of the corridors of this bizarre structure, Durock had managed to find his way to a diner of sorts. It was a little crowded for his taste, the place was practically full up nearly every seat taken. He noted how different everybody seemed from one another. Different races, all very alien in nature, each probably from their own corner of the universe. Some of them seemed to be creatures like him, others were reptilian, some were humanoid, some were so bizarre they failed to fit in any real categorization. One he noted in particular a creature that was staring at him... Seductively and beaconing him to come over. Durock opted not to. Whatever it was it consisted of a massive central eyeball, and has long slimy, tentacles covering just about every inch of its body.

It certainly was not Durock's type. The feline politely responded "Sorry, I just came in to get a burger and go" In response the creature came up to him and began caressing him all over his furry body with tentacles. "Oh, oh no handsome you mussst join me. I will noooot take no for an answer. Their slogmork stew is to die for, you muuuusssst have some with me!"

Durock groaned. "Err, slogmork? What's a slogmork?" Just then his badge 'conveniently' brought up the data on slogmorks, as the tiger read it, he felt himself turn a little greener. "Domiant inhabitants of the planet slogmorkia, a world covered in radioactive toxic sludge. Slogmorks are multi-cellular, organisms akin to giant slugs that are birthed from the sludge. The world was once a garden paradise until it was turned into a dumping grounds by an unknown civilization."


"Err.. I think I'll pass, thanks." The tiger said as he struggled to break free from the creature's noodley appendages. It was immensely strong and had him in firm grip, all the while continuing to touch and stroke him all over. "Urk!! -NO, NO, THAT IS OFF LIMITS."

<I really hope they have a mission for us soo-"> "Hey! That's my loincloth! Give it ba-- ....Nevermind ..... You just ate it..."

"Oh! Ssoorry handsome, it just smelled so delicious! I couldn't resist."

The creature then proceeded to regurgitate the feline's loincloth from one of it's tentacles, spewing slime and digested deerskin all over him.

"ಠ_ಠ ....."

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"Oi, Vio." A voice called, directed at the gooey organism that was busying itself with feeling up Durock. When the creature directed it's attention thus, it began to shrink in terror.

"Oh I just remembered... Sssorry handsssome. Maybe ssome other time." With his hasty goodbye made, he left the poor tiger alone, leaving Durock with the man who had apparently saved him. Durock would immediately recognize him as Noripathian, sporting features very distinct of their kind. The first being tall, and intimidatingly muscular. His left eye appeared to be a prosthetic, given the nature of the scar tissue around it, opposite of that, his mouth seemed rife with knife wounds, the scales on his face seeming to have never properly healed. Additionally, his scales were a dark, emerald hue, making him at least a century old.

"Sorry about Vio Marr, he's a sick @#!@#!@." He apologized, not really doing much to rid Durock of the coat of slime left on his person. "I don't recognize your registration tag, you must be new. Name's Jagarr." Jagarr seemed polite enough, but there were formalities he failed to indulge, namely the customary handshake, however, he did salute, hailing a dead empire as he did so.

((By the way, his name is pronounced Yay-ar.))

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

Durock stood silently, and stared off into the distance with a grimace on his muzzle and a vacant empty look in his eyes.

He'd just been been violated and covered in slime by some kind of alien abomination, and the sticky, disgusting white ooze that was soaking into his fur and dribbling down the length of his body, only brought one substance to mind...

Trying to come to terms with what just transpired, he failed to notice that a Noripathian had come over and scared off the wretched little monster. It wasn't until a few minutes later the tiger finally came out of his trance and he found himself face to face with a member of the large reptilian race he'd encounter once before.

The two emerald creatures were just about equal in height, the Noripathian being only slightly taller than the feline was, give or take a few inches. He was standing saluting the tiger and stating his name.

"Err, Uh... Sorry!" Durock finally said nervously as he realized Jagarr had been standing there for some time now without any kind of response from him. "What did you say your name was? Jagarr?" Durock said, trying to sort though the words that entered ears while he'd been visualizing all of the horrible things the tentacles monster probably wanted to do to him.

"I guess I should thank you for scaring that thing off, I'm not really good at this sort of thing." He said referring to social situations. "But yeah, thank you. My name is Durock. It's nice to meet you." He continued.

He wasn't intentionally trying to be rude, but right afterwards, he walked away from Jagarr and made his way towards the diner exit. Then as he got to the door, he stopped, turned around and looked directly at the emerald 'reptile'.

"I'm sorry" he said apologetically and with sincerity. "I don't mean to seem rude or unpersonable. I just really need to go and wash all this monster spunk off of me. Though if If you don't mind, I could really use a guide to the nearest showers. The maps and coordinates kind of confuse me." He said, confirming Jagarr's suspicions that he was a newcomer.

"I guess it'd give us a chance to talk too if you'd like. Besides that, seeing you kind of reminds me of somebody I once knew, a friend of mine. He was a Noripathian like you, he was named Tybalt..."

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Orin continued to search furiously through the drawers as Betrice giggled at his plight, his cheeks turning progressively more red. He kept searching until he eventually gave up, slumping back in his chair.

"Maybe you should use it scare some of those recruits in line?" Betrice teased, and Orin could only sigh in return.

"Yes, very frightening." Orin began, his voice a little exasperated. He was about to launch into a satirical tirade, but he realized that Betrice was only trying to help him with his confidence issues.

"Alright milady." Orin said, leaning forward and staring intently at her. "Perhaps you are right." He said, offhandedly removing his hat and letting his letting his shaggy red hair stick out (he had given up combing it when he realized that wearing a hat all day defeated the purpose of doing so). "I have a good feeling I know who took it anyways." Orin said, the tips of his mouth actually curling up a little. "When I find him...or her, I may have to, how shall we say, punish them." He said, looking her dead in the face in as deadpan a matter as possible. Then he saw that she was fiddling with a holographic display, and he immediately hushed to let her have her concentration.

"By the way, Mercutio said he'll be meeting you personally soon. Apparently he's on the verge of a breakthrough, whatever it is he thinks he's got. It's apparently important enough to deliver in person." Betrice noted, and Orin crossed his arms in his seat.

"A drop-off is one thing, but an actual meeting..." He began, trailing off as he scratched his chin. "I do wonder how he plans to do that." He said, more to himself than to Betrice. He looked at her, and he quickly looked back down at the desk. "Don't mind me milady, just thinking aloud." He said, a smile on his face again. "You go ahead. I'll remain here and review this information so I can properly form a plan to act on it. I'll meet you and the new recruits in debriefing when it is time to go." And with that he drew his mind inward, seemingly lost in thought.

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"Who?" A high, childlike voice said upon Durock's remark about Tybalt. A short character approached the two of them, a smile on his face. The newcomer was a relatively short four feet and five inches and was humanoid in shape, but he appeared to have monstrously large forearms and forelegs, which contrasted with his relatively slim appearance. His skin was a very light teal and looked incredibly smooth, as if he been carved from a marble block. His feet were bare, revealing his large reptilian feet that poked out from his black storm pants. For a shirt he wore a white muscle shirt, but it was loose and seemed to hang off the slender creature's frame. Tucked to his back were two thin bone-like membranes, which were located between his shoulders and folded on his back, and lower still was his long and powerful looking tail, which at the end was adorned with what appeared to be a dark stinger appendage.

The only hair on the creatures body was shaggy black mop that seemed to extend from the top of his head, but only a little of it was visible due to most of it being concealed by the dark grey toque he wore on his head. His large black eyes were partially concealed by a large set of amber ski-goggles, but they could still be seen behind the lens as it wasn't especially thick. The goggles covered about half his face, and the lower part of the alien's face was partially covered by the light grey muffler he was wearing around his neck. Finally, he had what appeared to be a set of form-fitting white and red headphones that covered his unusually long ears (they were each about seven inches in length and angled behind and above his head like a pair of antennae).

"Who is your new friend, Jagarr?" Cantus asked, tilting his head in the direction of Durock, a smile still on his face. It was almost silly how much taller the other two were then him, but he seemed not to care. He walked up to Durock, looking up and into the tiger's eyes. "You one of the new recruits, guy?"

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Jagarr seemed to be taken aback by Durock's casual mentioning of Tybalt, only close friends would've been comfortable using that name. Or rather, that was what he believed, to Jagarr it was Legamtus Imperium. The mere mentioning of the General's name brought to the surface memories of an age long gone, but the moment was brief, as Cantus has arrived and broken Jagarr's trance.

"Ah, Cantus. Always a pleasure." He greeted, obviously familiar with the Gargoyle. "Yes, he is one of the recruits, his name is Durock apparently." He gave no explanation for the gunk Durock was coated with, Cantus would likely have already guessed. "Anyway, he was apparently off to the showers, and requires a guide. It seems we have some questions for each other." He added, his tone made it seem something akin to a threat, though it wasn't the case. Cantus was of course, welcome to join them.
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Betrice grinned, to hear Orin talk dirty, well, dirty for him anyway, she found it both amusing and a relief. "Is that so?" She asked, her body language and slow approach suggesting she was ready to take him up on his "offer". However, as she drew close, she pulled away, not as a flinch, rather, she was done teasing him, and ready to head to the debriefing room. "Maybe some other time dear, for now, we have work to do." With that, she slipped out of her office, and jaunted her way to the debriefing hall, sending an alert to the the recruits as she made her way there.

"Okay kids, we're ready for you, meet me in Chamber 231 B, and we'll discuss your assignment." Coordinates would automatically filter in as her message was passed, making it easier for them to locate their destination. She'd be the first to arrive obviously, so by the time any of them got where they needed to be, she'd be waiting for them.

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

Just then the notification from Betrice came in, making the already irritated feline even more so. "Okay guys." He said impatiently "I really don't have the time to chat anymore. I just got notified that our assignment is ready. So I'm off to find those showers. I'll see ya around if you aren't coming."

With that statement, he was off, sprinting down the corridors with the same speed and agility that stunned the Noripathian General in times passed.

Durock was like a large green blur, If Cantus and Jagaar were to catch up, they'd have to make an effort.


Meanwhile... the map continued confusing him and he made a wrong turn, running straight into a locked door. CRASH!


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"Excuse me, did I hear you right?" another small figure said in a scratchy sounding voice as it came up to the remaining members of the group. The figure was most definitely a male, he about same size as Cantus, maybe about about three inches or so taller.

And though he was short, his figure had a strong, but stout appearance to it. His body was completely covered in dark black fur, with the only exceptions being the, tan the light brown fur on his muzzle, paws and around his eyes, finally a large V shaped patch of white fur on his chest. If one didn't know better they'd mistake him for a miniature bear wearing a pair tan cargo shorts. "That guy looked a lot like somebody I once knew. Are you certain he said his name was Durock?"

He stopped and turned away briefly, looking down the hall to make sure he saw what the thought he did, but by then the tiger had already turned a corner.

"A green tiger named Durock was my mate. Him being here is impossible, I saw him die years ago..."



((Cameo time!))

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"Whoa." Rick said, as he repeatedly poked Marian's ears. He was stunned into silence by the sheer novelty of his current situation.

Then he leapt up from the bar after being prompted by the assignment notification, and dashed all the way to Chamber 231B in a matter of seconds, skidding to a stop and kicking up a decent-sized dust cloud on his way.

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Meet the Magical Murder Crew, I suppose. There's also some other guys there, don't know what's up with him. You know anything about that, Zach?

Marian's ears twitched after each poke. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but she'd invited him to do so, and she figured that she'd rather have him poking her ears than pulling on one of her tails. She took another drink as the announcement came on, and she became aware of the location of the designated meeting place. The announcement had barely finished before Rick had gotten up and dashed out the door, leaving a large cloud of dust in his wake.

"Hey, wait up!" Marian chugged the rest of the wine and took off after Rick, though there was no way she would have caught up to him. After about twenty seconds, she gave up trying to chase him and proceeded to walk the rest of the way there.


((...Stuff.))

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Snoring reverberated from Rayd's quarters, considering his door was still open to loose the fumes from the room. The man had effectively passed out at the desk after finally finishing the repairs on his gear. He didn't quite hear Betrice's message. Well, not in the way she would have wanted anyway. Something about a room 231 had filtered it's way into his dreams, and was apparently raising a complaint with him as his right hand slowly swatted at his face in his sleep and he mumbled fairly incoherently about not wanting to go. Luckily for him, a very enthusiastic sportscaster had just bolted by in a flurry of excitement, and his footsteps managed to rouse him from his slumber. Rayd snorted instantly, his eyes opening like shutters as he realized he had slipped off into sleep and now wondered, precariously, about how long he had been out for. He palmed his face with his right hand, trying to fully coax himself back to consciousness and then proceeded to clean up his mess. It was about this time that Marian walked by his door as well. He ventured a guess that they were all heading in the direction of room 231B. But, wait, how did he know that? His eyes narrowed with perplexity as he tried to remember the dream he was having while he put the rest of his arms in their holsters and DSDs. He then remembered, of course, as his hand grasped his chest.

"That damnable device..." He mumbled to himself. He slipped some of his cleaned body armor back on as he stumbled out of his door, his duffel bag slung over his right shoulder and glasses propped up on the top of his brow. He ruffled his hair and took in a deep breath before taking off down the hallway, somewhat of a ways behind Marian.

"...And so starts the fun..."

His boots clacked against the hardened floor with each step. He figured he'd have enough time to ready his equipment while Princess Priss or that Orin fellow briefed them on whatever it is they were going to be doing. He arrived a bit after Marian did, and noted that the tiger who seemed to be causing a scene earlier was yet to be accounted for. He opted to take this moment to finish gearing up.

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"Hey Door, pleasure to meet you!" Durock said with a groan as he picked himself up off the floor and rubbed his now sore nose. He looked around to get his bearing while bringing up the mental image of the map once more. Yep, he's gotten himself lost, and considering he was a creature of the large and often confusing to navigate jungle, the irony of getting lost in a place comparably linear (that had a map to boot) wasn't lost on him, nor did he find it humorous.

He sighed and started walking in the opposite direction, stopping briefly at the intersection that lead to the diner to take a look at the map again. This time around he was better able to understand the image that were displayed. Which made him feel like an idiot when he realized just how simple it was to understand when you actually decided to focus instead of rushing. Apparently the nearest showers were down the hall, around the corner and then at the end of that hall. Simple.

Not wanting to waste any more time than he already had Durock sprinted towards the showers as quickly as he could and barged through the doors of the room when he finally arrived. He quickly removed his belt and spear and place them inside the nearest vacant locker then made his way over to showers. Then stood under the shower heads, turned on the water onto its hottest setting and let it pour over him.

Grabbing what appeared to be soap dispenser, Durock briefly stepped out of the steaming stream of water, pressed the button on the contraption and took copious amounts of soap into his paw. Then he aggressively scrubbed it into his fur, covering every in of his body in thick foamy suds. When he looked like a large mass of bubbles, he stepped back under the stream and rinsed away the suds and gunk, repeating this several times until all the gunk had been completely washed away.

Giving himself one more lather and rinse just to be surehe was clean. When suddenly felt something slimy and hard stroke him along the underside of base of his tail.
With a shocked looking wide eyed expression appearing on face, Durock instinctively reached behind him and grabbed for whatever it was touching him. Turning around immediately afterwards he found himself face- to-eye with Vio, that horrible tentacle covered eye-ball monster from earlier.

"Mmm... Hello Handssssssome" Vio said. "I knew I find you here sooner or later."

Durock growled and backed away, putting his back against the wall.

"What the !@#$% do you think you're doing!?"

"Oh I'm ssssssorry, did I do something to trouble you?" Vio said, stepping closer to the feline with his tentacles outstretched as he attempted to carress the large cat's dripping furry body.

"Stop that or I'll hurt you. I'm serious!" The feline responded while growling and baring his fangs.
Vio didn't seem intimidated, instead he continued to move closer until he was practile up against the feline. The he placed his tentacles all over the feline, rubbing and carrassing every inch of him, in particular where they didn't belong.

"Mmm.. Watching you sssscrub that sssstrrrong sseeexxxxy body of yours so meticuloussssly made me want it all the mooore. Now I have you aaaall to myyyysssself... Oooh the thingssss I'm gonna dooo with yoooou!

"You shouldn't have done that!" Durock roared angrily before punching Vio in his giant eyeball while simulatiously discharging a jolt of electricity into his giant eye. Vio's body siezed and trembled as it was sent flying through the air by the combined force of the feline's punch and the amps along with it. When Vio landed he found himself embedded deeply in the wall opposite of Durock. His body paralyzed be the electricity still in him.

"DON'T !@#$% WITH ME AGAIN OR I'll !@#$% MURDER YOU NEXT TIME." Durock said, roared angrily as he fled the room, forgetting about his gear still inside the locker.

Soaked, the large feline raced towards the the designated meeting area, running non stop, as fast as he could until he got there. When he arrived he saw everybody else was already there. He leaned against the wall and panted as he tried to catch his breath. The water dripping from his drenched body and forming a large puddle around him.

"S-sorry f-for keeping you all waiting." He said growling and panting between words. From the look in his eyes and his growling it was clear he just been through something that angered him.

It was then he realized something was missing. "Where's my stuff? He said rhetorically whilelooking over his person. "... !@#$%..." He said when he realized where it was.

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"Ah, Cantus. Always a pleasure." Jagarr greeted, and Cantus did a little bow in return, his smile wide. "Yes, he is one of the recruits, his name is Durock apparently."

"Looks like everyone's favorite blob monster got to him first." Cantus said with a giggle, having noticed Durock's current state.

"Anyway, he was apparently off to the showers, and requires a guide. It seems we have some questions for each other." Jagarr added.

"Oh, alrighty!" Cantus said with a nod. He was about to offer to be his guide and launch into an explanation of the layout of the place, but it seemed that that would not be how things would go down.

"Okay guys," Durock said impatiently, "I really don't have the time to chat anymore. I just got notified that our assignment is ready. So I'm off to find those showers. I'll see ya around if you aren't coming." And with that the tiger was off like a blur.

"Weird." Cantus said with a tilt of his head. "From what I've studied about tigers, they run like this." He dropped, standing oddly on all fours, waving his tail back and forth.

"Excuse me, did I hear you right?" Another small figure said in a scratchy sounding voice as it approached Jagarr and Cantus. "A green tiger named Durock was my mate. Him being here is impossible, I saw him die years ago..." The anthropomorphic Tasmanian devil said. Cantus sprung back onto his heels, giving Jagarr a questioning look as he wondered about the implications. The most obvious explanation was that the devil was mistaken, but Cantus was familiar enough with the multi-verse to know this wasn't necessarily the case.

"Well, maybe he's a ghost!" Cantus joked. He looked at both of his companions before sighing and shaking his head. "Nah couldn't be, they don't let ghosts join STAG..." He said, sort of drifting off.

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Rayd was waiting patiently in the room for their 'fearless leader' to arrive. The peace was rapidly shattered as the tiger from before marched into the room. Problem being that he was naked and sopping wet. Rayd's brow flattened as he frowned. The little voice in his head was barking away at him right now. 'Don't say anything, don't do it, no!' it pleaded, but really, he could see no discernible reason for him to arrive at a mission briefing in such a manner. He exhaled rather noisily through his nostrils.

"I think Paw's n' Claws is a few doors down, bud." He said sarcastically, giving into his inner desire to comment. "I don't think wet and wild was in the agreement..."

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Plas would feel something large press against his back, he'd find that it was a completely unique feeling, as though it were soft yet non-existent, were he to inspect, he'd find nothing brushing him aside, clearing a path as Betrice strolled past him, her eyes closed, humming a merry tune to herself, apparently ignorant of the wet floor.

She made her way to the head of room, assuming her position accordingly. With a beat, she opened her eyes, and took a moment to examine the room and it's occupants. Orin was the only one currently missing it seemed, so for the time being, she'd make sure they were properly equipped, and dried off as it were. "Alright gentlemen, while we wait for my dearest Orin, I say it's time I introduce you to your new equipment, standard issue for our operatives, and coveted in nearly every corner of the known multiverse." With a brief flick and snap of her fingers, the walls around the room sprang to life, each surface inverting and turning, standing aside to eventually reveal an armory. "Naturally this is all optional, but recommended that you take it, I imagine it's more advanced than anything you'd have come with." She added, encouraging them to take advantage of the Noripathian arsenal laid out before them.
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Jagarr did not pursue Durock, he had come to eat, not chase Tigers. He turned to walk away, only to find Torvus had come up behind them, asking for confirmation of who he had just spoke to, when Cantus jokingly offered the possibility of a ghost, Jagarr scoffed. "You're a ridiculous little Gargoyle." He jabbed, continuing on his way, expecting Cantus to follow, as he was the closest thing he had to a friend anymore, few others dared to approach him, much less speak to him. "It's entirely possible that he is indeed a Durock, just not the one you knew. The multiverse is... small in that way." He added, addressing Torvus.

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

"I hope I didn't miss much." A low voice roughly hissed out as a rather large fish clearly identifiable as a great white slid into the room before uprighting himself in front of the group. His large frame was easily seven and a half feet in length, and decorated in the sown together jackets of various naval ranks, all of which were torn and stained with dried blood. While the creature had clearly aquatic features, it stood separate from the norm with the bulky pair of arms jutting from where his pectoral fins would be naturally, as well as an elongated neck that allowed the beast to look around without having to bend his whole body as well.

"I just got the notice that you're ready to let us out of this god-forsaken dredger? About bloody time." He growled angrily. "I've been here one day and I'm already going stir crazy."

Hookjaw was a recruit much like the other members of the room, but had already gone through the 'initiation' the day prior, leaving him time to stew over a sore dorsal and a sour mood. The screening process the organisation used didn't help the matter by keeping the shark indoors, leaving him to develop a nasty case of cabin fever. He was eager to get going as soon as possible, and it showed.

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"Gargoyle?" Cantus said with a turn of his head, his eyes narrowing as his jaw slacked. "Like those stone thingers that turn into little imps and jump around and drop things on people below?" He said with a hint of confusion. He looked at his comrade, a smile forming despite his indignation. "You're mean, Jagarr." Cantus giggled, a row of sharp teeth showing through his grin.

"It's entirely possible that he is indeed a Durock, just not the one you knew. The multiverse is... small in that way." Jagarr said, addressing Torvus this time.

"Small and confusing!" Cantus added with a chipper laugh. "If it really bugs you, maybe you can talk to him later?" Cantus suggested before he turned to see Jagarr already some distance away. "OI." Cantus shouted, before giving Torvus a wave as he ran after his friend. "I think you sometimes forget just how long your stride is." He said with mock exasperation as he caught up to Jagarr. "You silly lizard." Cantus jabbed with a smirk, having not forgotten 'gargoyle'.

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Marian did her best to keep her eyes off the great cat as he ran in, panting and sopping wet. He was certainly missing a lot of things, including his clothing and a good mood. It struck her as rather rude that he had arrived in such a manner and was about to make a comment on it, but was beaten to the punch by the blond man, who made a comment about some Paws 'n' Claws or something. Though she knew the comment was not directed at her, she still felt slightly offended by the remark. She didn't have long to dwell on it, for the woman that she assumed would be their boss or something similar took her place in front of them, said a few words, and, with a snap of her fingers, revealed a veritable armory of equipment that was entirely foreign to Marian. The concept of guns was lost on her, while the concept of armor (the suits in front of them which seemed to be custom-tailored for those present, plus one extra), though her encounters with them were rare, were not lost upon her. She stepped forward and picked up the armor that seemed to be for her build and started putting it on. In the middle of the process, what appeared to be some sort of aquatic creature slid into the room. It was fairly large, almost as big as the tiger, and presumably the extra set of armor was for him. Not that appeared to need it, because the creature's arms were quite beefy, plus she caught a faint whiff of dried blood from the mishmash of jackets that the creature was wearing. She couldn't quite identify it, though, because she had never seen a shark before, either.

"I just got the notice that you're about ready to let us out of this god-forsaken dredger. About bloody time. I've been here one day and I'm already going stir-crazy," said the shark creature with a growl.

"So many grumpy people today..." she said half to herself as she finished putting the armor on. It was a bit of a snug fit, but it was at least lighter than it looked. The assortment of weapons was bewildering, but she wanted to keep her load light, so she grabbed a couple of the pistol-like weapons, what appeared to be a knife hilt of some sort, and a few of what were apparently explosive devices and attached them to where one would assume a belt would be. "This is actually pretty comfortable, I'll admit," she said as she looked herself over. "Not really my kinda fashion, but it'll serve its purpose."

((And now that I'm done with that...YAAAAAAY CELEBRATION.))

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"If got something to say Missy? Speak up." Hookjaw shot back with a glint of his feigned smile as he slid past her to tour the room. His interest was easily piqued by the trove of Xenotech coating the room's walls. It all appeared to be military-grade by form, which invariably meant a favoring for quality over flare. In any situation though knowing you have something dependable to fall back means a world of difference in a fight, which judging by the surplus of weaponry, would probably be a regular occurrence in the field whenever they decided to let them out of this bog.

Sliding over to what invariably had to be his personal armor, the interlocked plate mail with a pointed bulge to cover the large fins he had jutting from his back, Hookjaw lifted the armor and inspected it in detail. It bent and curved to an incredible degree, far more then he'd be able to himself if he were to use it. "Impressive, you even managed to streamline the pieces. You may be lousy when it comes to accommodations but you sure seem know your way around armor, I'll give you that." he remarked in Beatrice's direction with a faintly pleased tone as he continued to flex the armor back and forth. "How well does this stuff hold up though?"

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Durock gave the blonde gunman a disapproving look after hearing his sarcastic remark in regards to his current um... State. He probably would have said something in response, that is if he was actually bothered or cared enough about the man's opinion

Then he noticed Melon-fox's expression. Which looked like she wanted to join in on his bandwagon as well, well that that was until the man finished speaking and looked even more offended then Durock himself had been.

Either way he kept his own mouth shut, there wasn't a need for any drama or debates over something so stupid. They didn't have to like each other to work on a team, but they would have to tolerate each other.

Soon afterwards, Durock's attention was grabbed by something more interesting, a disgruntled newcomer that had joined the rest of the misfits. He appeared to be some sort of...? Well... He was big.... and looked like he was some sort of giant fish?

He watched Hookjaw intensely, eying his every move carefully. Something about the fish made him uneasy. Not in the sense that Durock was intimidated, but more so that something told him couldn't be trusted or counted on. Perhaps it was his intuition, or more likely, all the blood stains creature's mismatching garments. Durock's sense of smell wasn't all that great, but his nose was able to distinguish that the blood seemed to belong to different creatures...

When Betrice finally revealed their gear, Mr. FIsh and melon-fox eagerly made their way over to their equipment and tired it on. Durock on the other hand was a bit more reluctant. The experience with the badges still very fresh in his mind. As he headed over to his own set of gear , he walked past Rayd and mumbled "Something about the fish doesn't feel right.. I don't trust him... He'll probably turn on us." When he got over to the suit, he looked over it several times, scrutinizing it carefully.

It was definitely Noripathian power armor, and other then it's typical plated look, it appeared quite a bit different than he remembered. More specifically, each set of armor had been customized to suit the body structure of each member of S.T.A.G.

His suit for instance it had a long armored section for his tail, as well as blades on the sides of it's arms. The helmet, instead of being pointy and phallus shaped like Noripathian heads, was instead shaped to fit his own. It even included an armored section for his ears. It was possible the armors abilities were modified to suit the members too... Something he'd have to ask about if he got the chance.


Even so, he wasn't as eager to try it on as Marian or Hookjaw had been, due to what had happened with the badges. So he didn't.

Instead he looked over the rest of his gear. He recognized the beam rifle, the plasma pistol and the plasma dagger. All standard equipment that'd been carried by the soldiers when they appeared on Mystria. There were new things here that he didn't quite recognize either. One weapon looked like some sort of shoulder mounted cannon.


"How well does this stuff hold up though?" Hookjaw said, bringing to Durock's mind the incident involving him and Tybalt during their first confrontation. He recalled how he sent then the bulky Noripathian's body flying through several trees until he finally stopped, having been embedded inside the trunk of one.

Durock shook his head, snapping out of his train of thought and then addressed 'the fish' "Um Pretty well I'd say... Considering I've watched somebody wearing it crash through several trees and live. Barely..."

Durock then grabbed the Noripathian dagger and held it carefully and firmly in his paws and then turned it on. He seemed rather familiar with how to handle this this particular weapon and how it functioned.

When activated, a membrane of plasma formed over the dagger's metallic blade. The weapon's deadliness came from the intense atomic-shredding heat of the plasma, allowing it to cut through any substance like a hot knife through butter. He held it close to his face and stared into the bright plasma with a grin. It's green glow reflected in his eyes and illuminated the toothy grin on his face.

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