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Name: Experiment #3
Sex: Female
Description: The realization of a mad dream of a rogue military scientist, created after a car 'accident' killed his daughter, crippled him, and addled his mind. Just as he threw the main knife switch to the lightning machine on that dark and stormy night to bring her to life, however, Phlebotinum happened and things went terribly, terribly wrong.

It wouldn't be fair to call her an attractive young woman; she's more like several attractive young women- or parts of them, anyway- stitched together, and has a pair of giant steel bolts sticking out of the sides of her head.
Personality: Highly technically intelligent, but innocent and completely oblivious, as well as being terrifyingly optimistic.

Hero(?)

Diablous, you fail at guns forever.

You guys realize that we're going to have to translate it ourselves, right? He's not going to deprive us of the challenge of breaking the language barrier.

No fair in doing it in japanese, at least I think thats japanese.

Quote from: Tarran on June 11, 2010, 02:00:59 am

> Learn how to speak.

>Look under box.

That's not japanese, bro.

>Retrieve item from beneath box

What sort of ship is the second ship going to be? (just in case the positions are different, etc.)

"Ah-" Amelia shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "Nothing, nothing. Sorry..." she said, blushing and futzing with her headband. Quickly, she turned to the seventh sack and started digging through it for her equipment.


fakeedit: Wow, firefox's spellcheck actually accepts 'futz'. I'm impressed.

Quick question: Given how advanced the two civilizations are, how much do they rely on terrestrial military forces anymore? _{Or phrased another way, how much are you ripping off Halo?} 

ED: Since Nimitz posted a sheet first, is it possible to hang on as non-essential crew, or do I just sign on the waiting list? (I was thinking of getting cannon/driver and driving the jeep anyway )

ED2: I do have a couple suggestions for the name, though:

USDF Fashionably Late
USDF Just A Flesh Wound
USDF Flying Deathtrap
USDF Consider This a Mutiny

Satae reclined on emptiness in the pocket of sub-space, scrutinizing her handiwork: it was an intricate- though not supernaturally intricate- silver medallion, two inches in diameter, engraved with an image of a serpent coiled around a trident, with a gleaming emerald set as it's eye. It was also infused with magic, though she wouldn't have been able to discern it from a simple charm had she not created it: it's true and far more sinister nature was concealed from all divination- even actual divine perception, including her own.

"Perfect."

Now, it was time to go have a small chat with her brothers--

She stopped, tilting her head to the voice that had called out her. A guest?

Intriguing.

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Out of the corner of his eye, the fallen angel perceived a slight ripple in space behind him, and a rift opened. Satae emerged from the impossible miasma visible from within, and settled gently to the ground as the gap in the void silently sealed, her dress fluttering in some intangible breeze.

"My my, I certainly don't get many visitors around here.

Tell me, Illiath, what business does this Traitor have with me?"