*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
Mila: Not really that even...
Sala: *She face palms* Perhaps I should use the bloody thing to make it clear..
*Mila puts up her guard.*
Sala: *Places a gadget on her wrist about as thin as a bracelet.* Come on..
*Mila charges and locks up wth her, trying to take her down.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
Tara A: What?
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
Tara A: Excuse me...
*Tara A starts looking for him.*
*She also feels a cold dark spot now take the pain off leaving her close to the area, a rangy area nearly abandoned.. and raised voices coming from a storage warehouse.*
*Tara A ports inside into the rafters, looking around.*
*Damien and Shane hear the scrambling in the rafters.. *
M.Shane: Seems like we have an audience.. *He fires the weapon a few times sending the bit of the rafters to the floor along with Tara A.. *
*She does see where her brother is groaning on the floor... back into his form from the war. *
*Tara A quickly ports to the ground to prevent injury.*
*M.Shane looks at her a little surprised and lowers his weapon. *
M.Shane: So the black out on abilities does have a range to it..
*She can't seem to do her usual charm in this situation as the cold dark feeling is inhibiting it, which is scary for her.. What is this..*
Come on out Lady.. We need to chat anyway.. See my weapon is put away.
*He feels her quickly put him in a neck lock.*
Tara A: Who are you?! What have you done to him?!
M.Shane: *easily breaks the head lock and locks her to the floor knee in her back. * Can we have a calm discussion, Like I was telling these guys. I did not have him here.. Nor did I take him. Or do much of anything to him. I just got here to find them.
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
Mila: Not really that even...
Sala: *She face palms* Perhaps I should use the bloody thing to make it clear..
*Mila puts up her guard.*
Sala: *Places a gadget on her wrist about as thin as a bracelet.* Come on..
*Mila charges and locks up wth her, trying to take her down.*
*Sala headbutts her and hits her with a combo..*
*Mila blocks the punches, grappling with Sala and throwing a knee into her abdomen, followed by her own headbutt.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
Tara A: What?
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
Tara A: Excuse me...
*Tara A starts looking for him.*
*She also feels a cold dark spot now take the pain off leaving her close to the area, a rangy area nearly abandoned.. and raised voices coming from a storage warehouse.*
*Tara A ports inside into the rafters, looking around.*
*Damien and Shane hear the scrambling in the rafters.. *
M.Shane: Seems like we have an audience.. *He fires the weapon a few times sending the bit of the rafters to the floor along with Tara A.. *
*She does see where her brother is groaning on the floor... back into his form from the war. *
*Tara A quickly ports to the ground to prevent injury.*
*M.Shane looks at her a little surprised and lowers his weapon. *
M.Shane: So the black out on abilities does have a range to it..
*She can't seem to do her usual charm in this situation as the cold dark feeling is inhibiting it, which is scary for her.. What is this..*
Come on out Lady.. We need to chat anyway.. See my weapon is put away.
*He feels her quickly put him in a neck lock.*
Tara A: Who are you?! What have you done to him?!
M.Shane: *easily breaks the head lock and locks her to the floor knee in her back. * Can we have a calm discussion, Like I was telling these guys. I did not have him here.. Nor did I take him. Or do much of anything to him. I just got here to find them.
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
Tara A: What?
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
Tara A: Excuse me...
*Tara A starts looking for him.*
*She also feels a cold dark spot now take the pain off leaving her close to the area, a rangy area nearly abandoned.. and raised voices coming from a storage warehouse.*
*Tara A ports inside into the rafters, looking around.*
*Damien and Shane hear the scrambling in the rafters.. *
M.Shane: Seems like we have an audience.. *He fires the weapon a few times sending the bit of the rafters to the floor along with Tara A.. *
*She does see where her brother is groaning on the floor... back into his form from the war. *
*Tara A quickly ports to the ground to prevent injury.*
*M.Shane looks at her a little surprised and lowers his weapon. *
M.Shane: So the black out on abilities does have a range to it..
*She can't seem to do her usual charm in this situation as the cold dark feeling is inhibiting it, which is scary for her.. What is this..*
Come on out Lady.. We need to chat anyway.. See my weapon is put away.
*He feels her quickly put him in a neck lock.*
Tara A: Who are you?! What have you done to him?!
M.Shane: *easily breaks the head lock and locks her to the floor knee in her back. * Can we have a calm discussion, Like I was telling these guys. I did not have him here.. Nor did I take him. Or do much of anything to him. I just got here to find them.
*He nods to Damien and Sinclaire.*
Tara A: Let go of me before I...
*She tries to charge her twilight powers.*
*Nothing happens*
M.Shane: I am telling you the truth.. For all I care about this Cousin of mine take him back to people who care about him.
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
Mila: Not really that even...
Sala: *She face palms* Perhaps I should use the bloody thing to make it clear..
*Mila puts up her guard.*
Sala: *Places a gadget on her wrist about as thin as a bracelet.* Come on..
*Mila charges and locks up wth her, trying to take her down.*
*Sala headbutts her and hits her with a combo..*
*Mila blocks the punches, grappling with Sala and throwing a knee into her abdomen, followed by her own headbutt.*
*Sala takes the momentum and uses it against her knocking her on her own backside gasping for air. She realizes it was a knee to her gut. Before she finally gets what she was doing wrong.. Balance...*
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
Mila: Not really that even...
Sala: *She face palms* Perhaps I should use the bloody thing to make it clear..
*Mila puts up her guard.*
Sala: *Places a gadget on her wrist about as thin as a bracelet.* Come on..
*Mila charges and locks up wth her, trying to take her down.*
*Sala headbutts her and hits her with a combo..*
*Mila blocks the punches, grappling with Sala and throwing a knee into her abdomen, followed by her own headbutt.*
*Sala takes the momentum and uses it against her knocking her on her own backside gasping for air. She realizes it was a knee to her gut. Before she finally gets what she was doing wrong.. Balance...*
*Mila gets back up, giving Sala a 'bring-it' gesture.*
Simmons: well it appears Nightfall has been busy even after Malick put them down. On this drive was evidence of them working with free delta and the federation terror group.
Coulson: so they aren't alone. Great just what we need.
Simmons: that isn't even the worset part. They have been experimenting on how to control new types and their abilities for their own use.
Coulson: they are trying to turn them into weapons?
Simmons: yes it would appear so.
Coulson: anything else I should know?
Simmons: Right now any of them are extremely dangerous ill try to get to work on finding a way to hack them but if they have stayed hidden this long I doudt ill have any luck for awhile.
Coulson: roger that keep me posted if you find anything else we can use.
Peggy: So things are the normal mess.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
Mila: Not really that even...
Sala: *She face palms* Perhaps I should use the bloody thing to make it clear..
*Mila puts up her guard.*
Sala: *Places a gadget on her wrist about as thin as a bracelet.* Come on..
*Mila charges and locks up wth her, trying to take her down.*
*Sala headbutts her and hits her with a combo..*
*Mila blocks the punches, grappling with Sala and throwing a knee into her abdomen, followed by her own headbutt.*
*Sala takes the momentum and uses it against her knocking her on her own backside gasping for air. She realizes it was a knee to her gut. Before she finally gets what she was doing wrong.. Balance...*
*Mila gets back up, giving Sala a 'bring-it' gesture.*
*Sala mockingly smirks and edges her to bring it to her..*
Coulson: this just goes to remind me why i never stay around you for long. Good if its still in onearly piece we can try to Iselin that.
Wilson: Wuss.. If you stuck around you would see some serious ****..
Coulson: SO now you can either make yourself useful or leave before my charming friend here throws you out while we are still driving. To be honest I'm not sure which id rather you do right now
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
Mila: Not really that even...
Sala: *She face palms* Perhaps I should use the bloody thing to make it clear..
*Mila puts up her guard.*
Sala: *Places a gadget on her wrist about as thin as a bracelet.* Come on..
*Mila charges and locks up wth her, trying to take her down.*
*Sala headbutts her and hits her with a combo..*
*Mila blocks the punches, grappling with Sala and throwing a knee into her abdomen, followed by her own headbutt.*
*Sala takes the momentum and uses it against her knocking her on her own backside gasping for air. She realizes it was a knee to her gut. Before she finally gets what she was doing wrong.. Balance...*
*Mila gets back up, giving Sala a 'bring-it' gesture.*
*Sala mockingly smirks and edges her to bring it to her..*
Simmons: i still can't figure out what this file is suppose to containe
Fitz: well seeing as we know they have files on new type experiments and other cells it's logical it would have something to do with people involved or targets
Simmons: the encryption on this one file is extreme. Even by our standards.
Firefly: interesting this is not regular file structure or encryption
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Soa send out a message to the incoming fleet. It reaches them all telepathically as he speaks*
Soa: *booming commanding and intimidating* You come before me believing yourselves to be equal to the army of ancients who chained me. But I am not of your time. Your ancestors called me Soa, Wrath and Power, and knew fear. I ruled a thousand worlds and Morriband was my crown, my cradle, and my testing ground. I have waited countless eons but I will wait no longer. This universe will be mine again!
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*Sala headbutts her and hits her with a combo..*
M.Shane: *easily breaks the head lock and locks her to the floor knee in her back. * Can we have a calm discussion, Like I was telling these guys. I did not have him here.. Nor did I take him. Or do much of anything to him. I just got here to find them.
*He nods to Damien and Sinclaire.*
*Mila blocks the punches, grappling with Sala and throwing a knee into her abdomen, followed by her own headbutt.*
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Tara A: Let go of me before I...
*She tries to charge her twilight powers.*
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*Nothing happens*
M.Shane: I am telling you the truth.. For all I care about this Cousin of mine take him back to people who care about him.
*Sala takes the momentum and uses it against her knocking her on her own backside gasping for air. She realizes it was a knee to her gut. Before she finally gets what she was doing wrong.. Balance...*
*Mila gets back up, giving Sala a 'bring-it' gesture.*
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Sinclaire: he needs help quickly. We should get him to a safe location.
Sinclaire looks at Tara
Sinclaire: i suggest we return him to the veil. It will not only be safer but we have medical ways not available here
Wilson: Of course it is.. Unless you count that freeway incident.
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Hood and Shar are watching as the fleet approaches the enemy fleet. Multiple commands can be heard asome the ships jump to normal space.
Hood: the moment of truth.
Coulson: Simmons go ahead.
Simmons: sir we cracked that drive out picked up
Coulson: a good bit of info info hope.
Simmons: yes and no.
Coulson: ok what did you find.
Simmons: well disturbing is what comes to mind.
Coulson: Do I even want to know why?
Simmons: well it appears Nightfall has been busy even after Malick put them down. On this drive was evidence of them working with free delta and the federation terror group.
Coulson: so they aren't alone. Great just what we need.
Simmons: that isn't even the worset part. They have been experimenting on how to control new types and their abilities for their own use.
Coulson: they are trying to turn them into weapons?
Simmons: yes it would appear so.
Coulson: anything else I should know?
Simmons: Right now any of them are extremely dangerous ill try to get to work on finding a way to hack them but if they have stayed hidden this long I doudt ill have any luck for awhile.
Coulson: roger that keep me posted if you find anything else we can use.
Peggy: So things are the normal mess.
Wilson: Wuss.. If you stuck around you would see some serious TRIBBLE..
*Sala mockingly smirks and edges her to bring it to her..*
Coulson: SO now you can either make yourself useful or leave before my charming friend here throws you out while we are still driving. To be honest I'm not sure which id rather you do right now
*Mila throws a middle kick.*
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Karen: Okay. Ready when you are.
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Tara A: Then go...
*OOC: Note, Tara A has never actually been in the Veil.*
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Sinclaire nods at Damien who pucks up Terry wand heads out of the room to where a conduit can be made
Sinclaire: are you remaining or do you wish to join us?
Jari: Ready.
Simmons: i still can't figure out what this file is suppose to containe
Fitz: well seeing as we know they have files on new type experiments and other cells it's logical it would have something to do with people involved or targets
Simmons: the encryption on this one file is extreme. Even by our standards.
Firefly: interesting this is not regular file structure or encryption
*Karen lunges forward, locking up and trying to push Jari against the corner.*
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Soa: *booming commanding and intimidating* You come before me believing yourselves to be equal to the army of ancients who chained me. But I am not of your time. Your ancestors called me Soa, Wrath and Power, and knew fear. I ruled a thousand worlds and Morriband was my crown, my cradle, and my testing ground. I have waited countless eons but I will wait no longer. This universe will be mine again!
*Jari pushes back against her*
*Karen shifts her weight, locking onto Jari's arm and pulling her to the mat, trying to get on top.*
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