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dodge:7d10 ⇒ (1, 8, 3, 3, 2, 10, 3) = 3010 = 103d10 ⇒ (7, 8, 8) = 23 well used up 3drama points just to end up with a 20...so 3 extra dice for DRA... 5d10 ⇒ (1, 8, 2, 9, 10) = 30

Cythery cringed as Artemy is slammed into by the Shantak. She can hear the terrible sound of claws on metal as it tears into Artemy's armor and the Engel shrieks in anger as the Shantak manages to damage her armor. "Kyra do us a favor and get this ugly effer off us!!" She yells over her radio.

fear 3d10 ⇒ (8, 9, 9) = 26 9+ 9+ 7=25 3d10 ⇒ (5, 9, 8) = 22 8+ 9+ 7=24

Cythery quickly adjusts Artemy sight and releases a burst of missile fire sending five missiles screaming towards the Shantaks.

attack:3d10 ⇒ (4, 9, 5) = 187 + 3 - 1 = 9 18

Tenacity:3d10 ⇒ (1, 8, 10) = 19[ooc]10+7=17

Cythery raises an eyebrow at Winston's comment about engels but leaves it alone.

"Devereux....dear...its nice to see your doing well...your looking different... She says sounding concerned...and a little bit weirded out.

Cythery draws herself into his arm and looks up at Artemi who lifts one massive arm and gives a bulky mechanical yet primitive wave. Cythery couldn't help but feel her face light up as she saw her greeting.
"Did you miss them too? I know I did, it doesn't feel right when they are gone for too long."

Cythery couldn't help but let out a giggle herself. "Now Azrael, don't be mean honey!"

Cythery's quiet marveling of the place passes over like a hurried storm as she hears of the disappearance of Devereux. She couldn't help but find herself start to huddle closer to her husband. She clears her throat and tries to calm her shakes.

"Doctor,"
She pauses for a moment in order to regain composure.
"Doctor, did the hive just "eat" Deveroux? I am not sure how else to ask this but should we be very concerned?"

Hearing Winston and the others talking made her feel a bit on edge. She did feel some comfort that her husband and Artemi were there. She missed her precious Artemi, she treated her much like a little princess regardless of the fact she was of monstrous proportions. She turned her head to Kyra and in a hushed tone whispered “You better stay close to me, knowing my luck I do not want to be in the lady’s room doing my business and disappear too!”

Cythery watched in horror as the car crashed. The glass flew into her skin like needles to a pin cushion. She tightly shut her eyes only for a moment, just long enough for the searing pain to leap through her muscles and sing it’s presence to her nerves. She opens her eyes and all the physical pain fell silent; everything except the aching notion that her husband was in that car. She felt as though her heart sank beneath the ocean and her sight went white with alarm. Everything around the car was a blur. Her body took over and she sprinted over to the crash. Her feet carried her as if it were the wind and she a lifeless leaf. When she arrived she didn’t even remember how she got there. She felt her throat start to tighten as her muscles went stiff while trying to swallow back a burst of panic. She felt her skin turn white at the sight of Winston and Devereux trying to break the glass. She was more impatient than a mother in labor.
“I-Is he alive?”
Her lips could barely make the words come out. Of all the things she had ever seen or experienced, this was the worst for her. She tried not to think negatively but anticipation smeared her senses and toyed with her emotions.

Attack with defender1d10 ⇒ 21d10 ⇒ 41d10 ⇒ 87 = 7 +2 for range -2 for called shot leg 15

Cythery raises her gun and fires at the creatures leg hoping to slow it down so Kyra can make it to the car.

After Kyra pointed out the lovely view to the bewildered Cythery, she could only gape at the creatures.
"Continental breakfast is not enough to comfort me at the moment my love!"
She whispered to Kyra in a panicked voice. She laced her fingers over her gun like lovers holding hands in Paris. She was ready to kill.
initiative1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Why the hell is there a mastadon out here...oh s*+@ what the eff is that? Kyra exclaims as he takes a step back and allows the curtains to fall back in place. "Cythery time to wake up." He saya as he grabs his flightsuit and throws it on not that he expects it to help against those things. "Wake up sleeping beauties we have a problem." He says as he slams the wall that separates their room from Winston and Devereux's room with his fist hoping to warn them.

"Honey?" she gurgled into her fluffy pillow, "Is this another one of your dreams where you sleep talk?" Blindly feeling for Kyra's body, Cythery snakes her hand under the covers to discover his absence. Cythery's eyes shot open and she hopped out of her snug bed. While slightly disoriented she managed to find her flight suit and mutter her annoyance.

Cythery can feel her face burning as Krya goes on and on. Before she could stop herself her hand already walloped Kyra on the arm.
"My love," She gulps then says through gritted teeth,
"What on this bug infested earth are you doing?!?". She asks looking at him as if he had gone mad.
"I am sorry, my husband has a strange way of expressing himself sometimes. Don't worry, you are not going to get us killed. If you were so terrible, they wouldn't have picked you for whatever they had planned. If we stick together and work as a team, hopefully then no one gets hurt."
She then sighs and rubs her temples for a moment to regain her composure. Seeing the two going at it already has her a bit nervous.
"Listen, we all have lost someone at one point or another, failed a mission or at the very least witnessed a death while one one. There is no need to be at each others throats.
Cythery looks at Kyra for a moment.
Gatecrash, I do not know you yet but all I can do is trust in you as a team player."

Cythery is quiet for a moment almost severe. Until she breaks down into a grin. "That's exactly right who knows what kind of trouble he'd get into if I wasn't here. Nice to see you too Alastair. You two pretending to hate each other still?" She says with a smile.

When the woman who called herself Nyx showed up Cythery listened to everything she said cataloging everything in order of importance. First the fact that hey could completely shut out the government for a full 5 minutes. That they could apparently get then full new documentation move neg materials ie their mecha. Then her concentration is broken when the woman made the snide remark about a romantic trip. If only I had Artemy I'd show her... She thinks to herself.

"How romantic? What crawled up her ass and died? She once again calm moves over to Alastair's table introducing herself as well as she does so. " [insert rank] Cythery. Pilot of the Malach class engel Artemy.

A tattooed Nazzadi male enters the lobby. He wears a carefree smile but those who look closer can see it is faked. He gives off an air of competence that is hard to achieve except by those who have seen death and shaken hands with him on more than one occasion. His hair is stark white which doesn't match up with the races black hair and it doesn't appear to be dyed. He carries a golf bag, but he doesn't appear like the sort who'd go golf on any day. His Sharp eyes take in the whole room in a glance as he takes an empty table. He places the bag of golf clubs by his table with the opening angled towards himself.

Kyra sits quietly as he waits for Cythery to come down from their room. He can't help shake the feeling that everything was going to go to hell before long. Maybe because even on their honeymoon they ended up fighting both bugs and the children of chaos. He sighs as a waitress asks for his order and he places an order for coffee with lots of sugar.

Cythery grabs her purse and adjusts her shirt in the mirror. Just almost too low cut and sleeveless, to proudly show off her tattoos. She applied a quick dab of lipstick and out the door she went. She carefully locked the door behind her and gave a quick glance around. On her way down the stairs she caught herself feeling that the vacation she was on was almost too good to be true. At last she made her way to the lobby and spots Kyra sitting at a table. Gently she sets her leather purse down and takes a seat next to him. "Sorry I took so long, I had to take care of a few things."

Cyra here sorry it took so long. Everything except background is there.