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The scene was typical of a Saturday night at Reggie's. Despite the ongoing war, the music was up, the liquor was flowing, and the gossip was circulating. Stories of the most recent Animalian assault on what was left of Richmond, the new technology they seemed to have gotten hold of, and a myserious female who had appeared at the scene of every major battle all spun their way round the small dive. If there was any place for information tonight, this was it, and as such, many of Reggie's most faithful patrons- the human soldiers- had shown up. But they had also come hoping to see one of these stories actually prove true, and in particular General T.K. Malingine (better known as "the Maelstrom") was on the hunt.

As he entered the bar he glanced warily round, for although Reggie was defintely on the side of the humans, he was not always the most astute of men, and in a joint as large as his establishment it was easy for anyone who was able and willing to blend in almost entirely (especially now that they had begun rehabilitating Animalians as human soldiers, protectors and spies). Tonight was no leisure night, however, and the wizened soldier wasted no time in spreading his men out in the crowd and locating their targets. "Sir we found Rool and spoke with him as well as teh one called Entross. But the Animalian-"

"If you can't tell me that you've found her, Pilontus, then don't stand there yapping at me. GO find her." the general answered in his gravelly, wizened voice. The private before him nodded and walked away, blending back into the crowd in his plainclothes. It was amazing the things an efficient military could accomplish when martial law was declared, the general mused to himself.

As he made his to the bar, keeping an eye out for the spies they had heard were sure to be here tonight, he also looked round the crowd, hoping to see proof of this woman everyone had been talking about. They were saying that she had long red hair and eyes that flashed like lightning. And the WINGS... It was the wings that caught the Maelstrom's attention, for unlike the young soldiers beneath him, he remembered the stories and the times when beings like her had walked Earth. Before they had been driven into hiding by the greed of others, that was. If they had only seen at teh time how dearly their greed would cost them! Now the human race could not even locate their own guardians, who hid from them uot of disgust and fear.

The general could not know how close he was to legend that night, nor that she was staring squarely at him from across the room. Indeed, no one did and for as long as possible she wanted to keep it that way. And so the Maelstrom joined his soldiers in their covert search, forgetting and ignoring for the moment the woman who was waiting for her opportunity across the bar, just waiting for something to go wrong.

Robert Sat at the bar enjoying his his scotch and the lite conversations going on with his employees, for tonight was a celebration. The shop had been open for 15 years now and everything was going great, his paint shop manager was getting married, one of the guys in the body shop was having another kid, and they somehow found out it was his birthday.

While they were all having a good time celebrating the joyous occassions, he watched all the other patrons in the bar this evening for it was quite busy. As he looked around his sharp mind picked up things others would have missed, he counted a few Animalins milling around trying to blend in, he also spotted a few soldiers in plain clothes, though whether they were in for leisure or business he couldn't tell. Then he spotted one person he didn't want to see, General Malingine, so it was business then.

He left the bar and made his way to the bathroom, for one to stay out of sight form the general, and two because he actually had to go. As he made it to the hallway that led to the bathroom he spotted a beautiful red headed woman sitting in a booth by herself doing the same thing he just was at the bar, watching, and did he notice... wings... couldn't have been, he hadn't seen the SERAPHIM on this planet in years, and he douobted they would have come back after this long.

Something was going to happen tonight, and he had to get his guys out.

Entross sat at the bar. Anyone watching would have expected him to be enjoying himself and indeed his drink felt good as it washed down his throat. However he was not here primarily for fun and as he placed his payment on the counter, he remembered the men who had located him and informed him he was being looked for. Entross heard the person behind the bar counting out his change and rapped his knuckles on the bar when he realized the man had tried to short change him. This happened regularly though not often here, because people were convinced that he was helpless without sight. He realized that the person behind him was an Animalian and he was reaching for his knife when he remembered the rehabilitation projects bringing Animalians back on their side. Entross trusted none of them but attacking the Animalian would only cause trouble. He had heard rumours from the other patrons at the bar of a mystical woman elsewhere in the bar. Although he was doubtful it was actually a SERAPHIM or even of any significance he was keeping a look-out - he smiled at the misnomer - for anything to confirm it either way. He finished his drink and began to survey the rest of the bar for unusual signs in heat patterns or noise. He noticed one area (a booth if his memory sufficed) was particularly quiet. the signature waves and heat patterns confirmed it was a women though not a regular one. He decided to keep a close tag o this individual to find out if it was the rumoured one.

Malingine and his men, meanwhile, had spread out throughout the bar, never noticing the cloaked figure in the booth in the corner. With growing interest she watched them and listened, her near-perfect hearing picking up even the smallest bits of conversation that were dropped across the room. But she also felt someone searching for her and intentionally lowered her own body temperature to escape such prodding as she silently stood and vanished from her corner booth. A moment later she was in a new corner, this one closer to the bar, the general, and the Animalians that she was targeting- the same ones that the general was looking for. But thus far they had not made any threat to the patrons and so she kept her position, though her hand rested steadily on the sword at her side and a dim blue light emanated from the fixture on her left wrist. Patience was not her virtue and she found it very difficult to wait, but necessary, for although the cloak hid her wings very well, she did not know how these people would react to her prescence.

Rool drained his third glass and laid his money on the bar in front of him. [color=dark blue]The place sure is busy tonight.[/color] he said to noone in particular. He stood from his stool and looked around the room at the many patrons. He recognized one man who had talked to him earlier and frowned. Why is he here? Rool checked his belt for his hatchet and his gun. Good, they are still there he thought. He walked over to a booth and took some pretzels from a bowl since he had eaten all the ones from the bowl on the bar. As he walked back to the bar for another drink he was aware of someone looking at him then looking away. He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink and saw a shorter man rap his knuckles on the bar as the bartender tried to shortchange him. When the man had gotten his money the bartender walked over to Rool with a drink , which he drained in one go, and took the change Rool tossed on the bar. He was,and had been since they had walked in, that there were soldiers here but he couldn't pick them out. He decided to bide his time and see what happened.

Entross would have blinked. The heat signature had dissappeared completley. He searched around but couldn't find it again, at least not close enough to distinguish from the loads of others. He sighed and returned to his newest drink though he couldn't shake a feeling of unese about the 'dissapearing' female and the Animalian behind him. Something was going to happen...

The woman smiled a bit at the blind one's confused expression and shook her head. These humans would never learn, it seemed. But they were an interesting people and to lose them, now that they seem to have learned their lesson (somewhat) would be a shame. Now if only she could convince the others of the same idea they would be set.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a sound from the bar drew her attention back to the room. With a quick scan, her normal eyes picked up nothing. But when she switched her vision to scan heat signatures, she saw behind the figure of General Malingine a small shape. It was humanoid, but had the ears and tail of a weasel. Another stood a little ways further in the crowd had ears and tail of a jaguar underneath her jacket. What caught her attention was the knife that the weasel had and the sword situated underneath the jaguar's jacket.

A blast resonated through the bar and the weasel/human had hit the wall and lay twitching against it, blue energy still glowed from his person. Everyone in the bar turned towards the corner from whence the blast had come and watched as with an angry howl a jaguar/human female jumped from the crowd and leapt towards the cloaked figure in the corner. Whoever was under the cloak was more than they seemed, however, for they dodged the blow and the were-cat got only a fistful of cloth as she inadvertantly ripped the cloak from the mysterious figure. The sound of ringing metal accompanied this, unfortunately, and no sooner had she landed than the cat lay on the floor, blood spilling from her middle, her eyes vacant and dead.

The figure that had been hidden beneath the cloak stood and walked over to the twitching corpse, stabbing it twice to be sure that the thing was dead before turning to the crowd. Long, straight, red hair flowed over her shoulders and white blouse to her hips. Bright blue eyes took in everything within the crowd, and if one looked closely the right one zeroed in on certain figures- like the general- almost mechanically and at the ends of her wrists sat what appeared to be bracelets, but were actually small fixtures set into the arms themselves. But by far the most noticeable thing about her besides her height were the two metal, cybernetic wings springing from her back beneath and through her shirt, folded to fit within the confines of the bar.

In truth she did not know what to expect, but whether they loved her or hated her, she was there to lead them and damnit that's what she would do. Still without saying a word she looked about for her cloak, for it had flown from the creature's hand at one point, but where to, she had not seen.

Rool's hand flew to his gun when he heard the noises and whirled around in time to see the cat thing fall. The hooded one moved so fast he almost dropped his gun. Almost. "Wow" He thought "How in the world can you be so fast?". Then he remembered about all those cyber-thingys that he never learned about on the farm."Argh" he told himself "Don't think about the farm think about right here right now!" He began to watch the hooded figure when she took off her hood. "Wow..." As he studied her features watching for any movement he noticed that one eye seemed to focus more intently on certain people. Slowly , and he didn't know why, he slid his gun back to it's holster and stood ,arms folded, and looked at her. As she began to look for her cloak he unfolded his arms and walked over to the catthing's body and rolled it over with his foot. underneath was the cloak, he picked it up and cautiously moved towards the woman and held out the cloak to her.

Robert came running out of the bathroom at the sound of the blast, praying that none of his guys were hurt or worse. As he got to the bar he saw that everyone was alright, excepting for the 2 dead Animalians laying on the floor. He immediatly found the one responsible and proved his sight wasn't failing, the same female he saw earlier sitting alone was now standing before and she did indeed have wings.

He looked over at the others standing at the bar gawking and motioned for them head home, letting them know he was still the boss and they still had work tommorrow. But he stayed and watched, wanting to see just what General Malingine's reaction was going to be, seeing a SERAPHIM in real life.

He saw her right eye zero in on the general and let out a small chuckle and thought to himself, 'You'd think with having such advanced technology we would have been able to give them something less noticable than that.' He had his own eye zoom in on her wings and the braclets on her wrists and noticed the intricate workings and recognized his work right off the bat.

The formidable female noticed Robert watching but merely glanced at him for a moment graciously taking the cloak from Rool, a small smile crossing her fair features as she made her way to Malingine. "The Maelstrom" stood speechless for a moment, his eyes wide in shock as he took her in. The wings, the eyes, the energy fixtures... She was the real thing. It had been nearly sixty years since he had last seen her like. In truth it rather made him feel a little obsolete to be standing beside her nearly six foot form. "Why... What are you doing here? Why are you helping us? NOW of all times?" he simply asked. "And who are you?"

The woman tucked her long hair behind her ear and her expression hardened as she answered. "I am Michelle and I'm not here to help you, General. I'm here to lead you," she said simply. At the name all those who knew anything about the SERAPHIM gasped and some clambered to get a better look at the woman. Of the entire force that was created, Michelle (who took her name from Michael, the archangel) was believed to be the head and leader. Indeed, in some way or another she was possibly the most skilled and powerful of the four leaders.

And she seemed to be getting impatient with all the standing around that was being done. To make it worse she heard something from outside and turned toward the window, drawing her sword again as she did so. No sooner had she, however, when what appeared to most to be a fireball (in actuality it was a bomb) careened into the side of the bar, taking out a good chunk of the wall.

Through the hole came a feral growl and roar as a troop of Animalians sprung through, claws and weapons drawn. A couple saw Michelle and paused, but only for a moment before continuing on into the bar.

Robert pulled his pistol from under his jacket and fired two rounds into the chest of an on rushing wolf Animalian, dropping it in mid-stride. Another one, this time a panther, sprung at him from his left side and nearly ripped his head off, as they rolled around on the floor his hand found the hilt of the knife that the weasel was using earlier and brought it down in the panthers back several times before it eventually quit struggling.

As he pusshed the corpse off him and stood up he glanced to this side and saw General Malingine fending off 3 Animalians. He raised his pistol and fired one round into the back of one's head then threw the knife at another one, hitting it in the chest but not dropping it, the General took advantage of the distraction and shot the remaining two.

"Never thought I'd catch you here General. So what brings you out this wonderful evening?" asked Robert as he shook the surprised general's hand, then yanked him down as yet another Animalian made a leap for his head. "Is there a giant target on my forehead or something? Cause that's all they seem to target." he said as he placed 2 more rounds in the flying one's back and changed out the empty clip.

Rool jumped back at the noise and his hand jumped to his hatchet. The animalians started to pile in...fast. He hurled his hatchet into the skull of an oncoming leopard. Quickly noticing that the leopard had been the only one coming his direction he sprang behind the bar looked under it and seized his spear. Jumping up he was immediately attacked by what appeared to be a snake. He rammed the spear into it's chest and twisted it then swung the spear in an arc sending the body flying. As he swung he saw a lion sprinting towards a man changing his clip. Rool drew his gun and pumped 3 rounds into the lion before it finally fell. Quickly Rool jumped the bar again stabbed the lion on the back with his revolver still in hand.


Rool jumped back to holster his gun again and saw a boar running hard in the direction of a younger woman. Rool threw the spear and hit the man-boar in the side but it barely startled him. Instead he turned on Rool. Rool stood his ground until the man was almost on him. At the last second rool sidestepped him and yanked his spear out. The man turned and ran back at him. Rool ,remembering his years on the farm when a boar would come snuffling for some potatoes on the farm, stabbed the man in the chest relying on the metal bars on either side of the spearhead from allowing the man to simply move up the spear and kill him. Rool stood steadfast and didn't move until the man-boar's battle rage seemed to dissipate a little at which time Rool pulled his gun and shot him in the throat. Pulling out his spear he turned and examined the situation in the pub....

Entross almost laughed. He had been wrong by doubting the appearance of the SERAPHIM. He marveled at the technical enhancements on the female, he sensors flicked over the figure taking in every detail. Even as he was contemplating her, the Animalian started to attack. Quickly judging distance and trajectory, Entross slammed a punching dagger into the back of the mutants neck. He pulled his pistol, fumbling slightly on the holster but he didn't bother standing up. Slightly slow he may have been but he realized that if anyone wanted to speak to him they could easily get to him. "Especially her" he muttered to himself. He looked to see who else had been fighting, he noticed two men, one in close combat with several Animalians while the other appeared to be keeping his distance. The rushing swirls of heat vision were starting to give Entross a headache so he switched to a different form of vision giving him outlines of figures and he saw the man with the guns was talking to another he had earlier idetified - at least he thought it was - as the General. "Problems withnot being able to see properly - No. 542" Entross made a mental note in his head to check out the other people who had taken action. Until then he satisfied himself with leaning back on the bar and watching with a slight smirk as an Animalian slumped unconcious with a tranq-dart in its shoulder.

Alric, dressed in Redish-black battle armor, stood on the bridge, his armored wings and tail twitching in anticipation. In his right hand, planted on the metallic floor, was his three pronged spear. He was aboard the Capital Ship, the Wurmdeshuer. It was a Battleship of the Dragon Empire, it was one of thirty Drago ships enroute to help the humans with their construct problem, construct being their name for Animalian. It was time for someone to put the beasts back into their place, into servitude, the humans, not their creations should be in control. Beside him was a Half Dragon wearing cloth clothing, but was purple in color, indicating he was the captain. Infront of them, Half Dragons pressed buttons made of light, in mid air, sitting on air. Infront of them, was the magical view screen. They were near Jupiter, and in two minutes, would be at Earth. The capital ship opened a magical portal, that literally folded space and time, and the lesser ships flew in first, before the Battleship did. They weren't met with open arms.

Ships greeted them, Animalian ships. Crystaline ports on the sides of the thin hulls of the battleship began to glow, charging up for a blast. There was atleast eighty enemy ships near Luna, the moon. All five frontal crystal ports on the elegantly shaped ship, where resembled somewhat of an abstract dragon, opened fire, a bolt of lightning shot out of each mssive crystal, slamming into the Animalian frigate, destroying it's power source, and sending it plummeting into Earth's atmosphere to burn up.

Seventy Nine more ships to go, against thirty...The Drago Empire just hoped that their superior shields held...

Rushing for the docking bay, Alric ran through the doors, and ran up the ramp into a shuttle, it began to power up, and he got on the magical crystal turret. He charged it up, it was made to shoot beams of disitegration. Great against small fighters, useless against larger ships, so they had a fixed lightning sphere cannon. They lifted off, around him Knights, mostly, and a few paladins, were honored to have the Arch Paladin himself onboard.

The Drago Fighters were mostly winning the day against the inferior Animalian ones, but the Animalians had one thing the Drago Empire didn't....Numbers. The magical propulsion sped them on, faster and faster for the Lunar base, they blasted a hole into the airlock, while Alric covered them, keeping the fighters off.

They flew into the airlock, stopping instantly, they landed, and exited the craft in their magical suits of armor, that let them breathe anywhere. They entered the base, spears in hand, Alric, charged in, the awkward Animalians having trouble in the low gravity, as Alric plunged his spear into the gut of a rodent like one, pulling it out, a beam of purple shout from the tip of the staff, killing the other.

It was crucial that they had a forward base near earth to support the Humans, and this was the best one, outside, magically turrets sprang up around the base on the Moon, defending it from Animalian attack, finally the well skilled Drago force, drove off the Animalians, but five ships had taken heavy damage, and would need time to repair, The Animalians had only lost five ships, but they surely had much more than their presence at Luna, much more.

Soon, Alric was on his way to the surface of Earth Landing outside of a town with five other paladins, they began to walk into the town, to a war torn Tavern, walking through the hole, the humans aimed their weapons at them, forcing the Half Dragons to level their spears at them aswell, but these creatures did not look like Any Animalian, but something totally different, their eyes glowed, or well their eye pieces in their helmets did. Alric's glowed a bright purple, indicating a Twilight Mage. "Put down your primitive weapons, I am Alric, Arch Paladin of the Drago Empire."

From her position across the bar Michelle saw the Arch Paladins and as they leveled their weapons on the humans in the tavern she narrowed her eyes. With ease she finished off the ram that she had been dealing with and jumped between the two groups. On her way she took out two of the remaining Animalian troops with simple blasts of energy. When she landed she had two weapons leveled at the one who had spoken- the metal sword that she always carried, engraved with a strange and long-forgotten tongue, and another of glowing blue energy.

"I believe, Arch Paladin, that YOU will lower YOUR weapons, and refrain from threatening the men and women under my ward," she said, her expression civil, for the moment, though her tone told him this was not a woman to be trifled with. Indeed standing before him, those behind her were struck with the likeness that she bore to one of the Amazon women of myth who were renowned for their beauty, but also for their confidence and skill on the field of battle. Her stance was unwavering as she stood before Alric and the slight lines of care in the corners of her eyes gave away the years of experience and training under her belt. In her mind, the Arch Paladin could tell that she had already resolved herself to protect the four men behind her (including the General).

Michelle knew that it was a rash move. After all, she didn't know them, but it was her duty to protect them, however, and they were simply defending themselves as they saw fit. Somehow she doubted that very many of the people in the bar had ever even heard of the Drago Empire, let alone knew how to identify their soldiers from the animal-like forces they were currently dealing with. And even in the heat of battle she had paid attention to the soldiers and patrons alike and had found that a few were to her liking. They were the type of men who could help her find- and perhaps convince- her sisters-in-hiding and end this foolish war.

Robert holstered his pistol walked right up to the one who called himself Alric. Without a second glance at the others with spears leveled at him, he began looking them up and down almost like he was inspecting them for something. His eye was constantly changing colors as it went through the entire spectrum as he looked over their weapons and armor.

"There's no visible power sources anywere, yet everything glows and operates like there is. No electrical circuitry or relays, batteries maybe? Is your battery technology so much more advanced than our own? How does it all work? Does it absorb solar energy throughout the day?"

He began rattling off questions aimed at no one in particular as he was looking them all over, his scientific curiosity getting the better of him as grabbed the spear from one and began looking it up and down for anykind of opening.

He had heard stories of the Drago Empire his entire life and had always wanted to met one of them and ask them all about their technology, and hopefully exchanging ideas with them. He never thought he'd get to meet one, much less six of them, in a bar at that.

The Half Dragons did put their weapons at ease, underneath the helmet, he looked coldly at the SERAPHIM. The Room looked like a battle ground from where he stood. The Animalian corpses clearly present. He watched as a curious human walked to ward the six Half Dragon, inspecting their armor as weapons, when he took Alric's spear from his grip. He let out a deep, draconic growl that was very audible to those around them all.

He grasped the spear, and forcefully pulled it away from the man. "Our Weapons and armor are powered by magic, I am a Twilight Mage." He said, there was a click, and he pulled off his helmet, revealing he really did have a muzzle, and revealing his lustrous golden scales. They truly were half dragon! Except, two of the paladin with them were human, it seemed. Perhaps Humans and Dragon had interbred on their planet, after years of conflict, and created the major race of their Empire, the Half Dragons.

He drew gasps from everyone in the room, as he revealed his face, he smiled at them for never knowing of the Drago Empire. "We've come to help put your creations back to where they belong, being your servants, and slaves, constructs do not rebel, constructs that do, should be annhilated! It was obvious they had a medieval view on certain aspects, and a very tolerant and understanding view, of modern times, though they thought that any creation should be a servant of it's creator.

Rool looked up from a man-tiger to see the four men walk through the hole. Rool walked over to the leopard he killed earlier and picked up his hatchet with the hand not holding the spear. Rool trusted the woman to give some kind of warning if the soldiers attacked. He didn't know why, he just did. Slipping the hatchet into his belt he walked over to the men with the spears. He stood his spear upright and looked the men over. Clearly the one called Alric was the leader. A falcon animalian begin to push herself up off the ground and Rool slowly pulled his gun and shot it in the back of the head twice then reloaded his gun, holstered it and stood before the group again.

Once again Entross found himself near to tears with silent laughter. Arch Paladins? Here? Entross looked at the glowing figures that occupied his vision. Someone must really hate these Animalians he thought to himself. Gasps echoed through the room and Entross guessed that the Paladins had revealed their faces. Entross had heard legends of the Dragos many times and was once again frustrated by the lack of complete of coherency his 'eyes' gave him on the Half dragons. He pulled the image his brain waas getting into as good a focus as possible. He could see a man poking at the Paladin's armour and weaponry. "Fool" he muttered to himself. He stood up, hoping to be unnoticed in the confusion and starting walking round the Dragon-kin, looking for any proof of their credability though admittedly they would be hard to fake. He studyed them hard but did not want to be noticed for fear of being mistaken in his intentions. Adopting a suitably awkward gait he affected his persona of being blind to disguise his watching.

Michelle, however, noticed him and he was surprised to hear a feminine voice softly but sternly ring through his mind. You may want to make sure that you are careful they don't notice you- these are not beings to be crossed.

Outwardly she kept her gazed trained on the Paladins before her, allowing the energy-blade to dissipate. She circled the Paladins, seemingly sizing them up as she did so. In her mind, she saw no reason why they should need the help of the Drago Empire, especially if they were going to act this pompous, but she said nothing to that affect. Instead she came to a rest before Alric, one hand on her hip. "I believe we should take this elsewhere and discuss things, especially so far as finding my sisters. The Animalians could attack again at any time."

"Yes that would be a very wise course of action wouldn't it. If no one else has an idea on were to go, I know of a place not to far from here." he turned to the others and made his way to the door, picking up his jacket and helmet. "If you'd like to come then your more than welcome to join me, if notthen I shall be in touch."

Michelle nodded her understanding and took a last glance at the people in the bar. With a small smile she turned and sheathed her blade, walking after Robert. Her long red hair swayed from side to side as she walked and her wings made a light sound of metal on metal as she moved through the hole in the wall. In truth she had been waiting for just such an action from one of them, and a knowing smile crossed her lips as she looked back on the events of the evening. Slowly but surely they were all proving themselves to be as capable as she had come to expect from the information she had managed to gather on each.

When a bar patron questioned her on how she intended to follow the man her grin simply widened. These humans truly were interesting and even funny at times. "Well, I have to find a place to house my bike," she said with a slightly amused tone. Without batting an eyelash she pulled a motorcycle from the alley beside what was left of the bar. It was beautiful piece of work and a few found themselves ogling at it. "Anyone who wishes to find out more should accompany us. Including any of the Paladins."

True to her rather brash nature, Michelle was taking charge despite the presence of the ArchPaladins and the Drago Empire. AT the risk of making them feel snubbed she was going to make sure that her objectives were fulfilled first and foremost. Any others were secondary for the time being. And so she mounted the motorcycle and waited to see if anyone would accompany them. Her rather impatient expression, however, told them that she wouldn't wait long.

Robert walked out to were he had parked his bike and found what was left of it. Apparently when the bomb went off the ensuing debris from the bits of the bar to a dumpster that used to sit next to what was now the hole and it looked like all of it seemed to land on his bike.

"Oh come on now, that's just not fair." he said as he moved the debris off his bike, moving the dumpster like it was nothing. The condition of the bike left something to be desired however, the handle bars were hanging off both sides, the front forks were bent at practically a 90 degree angle from were the dumpster landed on them, the fuel tank was hanging off it's broken mounts and the head lamp was destroyed.

It looked to be unsalvageable, but Robert just sighed and pulled a small vial from a pocket inside his jacket and poured it's gray contents out on the bike. He took a few steps back and watched as the gray liquid began to move about on the bike, where ever it seemed to move any damage that was on the bike dissappeared and slowly started repairing itself. Once the mass had stopped moving the bike was repaired and he allowed the liquid to move back into the vial were he stoppered it and placed it back in his pocket.

He got on his bike, started it up and moved up next to Michelle. Once he got there he saw everyones questioning looks, "Nanites, don't worry their the good kind." he answered as he put on his helmet and as he pulled down the visor the HUD came up giving him full access to all his computers he laid out a route back to his lab to make sure the Animailians wouldn't follow, then he justed tapped his fingers on the handlebars waiting for the others.

Up to the cool motorbikes of the others, Entross' beaten up moped looked rather comic. He stood by it at the back of the group of people following. He hooked his sensory equipment up to the moped's and revelled in the 360 degree senses that this afforded him. He primed the engine ready for starting and stood ready to movewhen needed. He observed the others of the group simultaneously though none but the leader could have realised it.

Rool walked out to the lot and looked around for his bike. It was a simple motorcycle with a blue paintjob. He put his spear on the rack he had added on to the bike and cranked and revved the engine.

OOC: My motorcycle: Victory Hammer