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Jake didn't seem to be fond of Mana just asking what was wanted, of trimming the fat to get to the point. That got a smile out of her though as tangerine eyes looked to Ryoko. She didn't think herself as cool as a dragon but she liked to think the blunt way of things was taking a page from that woman's book. With this came the answer, there seemed to be some shade cast her way. Evil like him existing because of those like her willing to try and trust in prisons and that killing wasn't always necessary. After Amaranthe she liked to think she took a hint of inspiration from MAXIMUM MAN, she wasn't going to scream "justice" but she liked to think there was a time to hold back and a time to slay a monster. What was in this room with them remained to be seen, he mentioned he could get away with genocide. She thought just said something about this world.
They needed help, their morals were lost. Maybe they didn't want it from a seventeen year old du...no crafty cyborg but helping out was her choice. She caught herself and corrected remembering what Teja'd told her. Point was this world could take her offer how they wanted, but she wanted to be a hero. To be like the two women in this room who gave her inspiration. To continue her legacy of being a shield for others. Something Bran she imagined didn't understand but maybe one day. He did have a protege she remembered hearing about the kid from the meeting she had missed. Maybe that could smooth the jaded persona out some.
He said he would be the most despicable person, but she doubted it. He was asking for consequence from them with killing eachother before. It was hardly the worst out there. Hardly the worst she had seen, they were given something to do and Mana smiled. She wouldn't be the first to respond though, that honor went to Teja. Orders clean and simple the heavy hitter would fight. A portal was to be made the other words coming through psychically.
Mana felt herself pause for a second. Surprised as she thought it was a challenge to even be let in to that mind let alone for it to reach out. The direction was concerning, she felt by doing this Alfonse's and Jordan's life was now on her. If "Timmy and Tommy" were killed because of this that was blood on her hands. First life taken from her would be not a villain but a failure, concerns started to swell up threatening to throw her back into her mental state after X got away. An exhale, air escaping a organic and a mechanical one meditative relaxed. Taking in once more the lessons from Jackal and Niku. She trusted the woman she saw as a mentor and somehow her small mechanized self was trusted by the leader of SOS.
She nods in understanding. "They should be here." She replied in quick telepathic approval suggesting where she had picked up on their weak mental signals. Mana's understanding of the base through the machines easily relatable through Teja's obtained through electric grasp of the compound.
Mana moved to the terminal while her tail moved to Yawarakai. The fifth limb would take up the sword and the sheathe of the weapon would fold out and simultaneously be gripped. The scabbard became a shield, still with holes in one side where fifty calibur rounds had gotten through. One of which having taken her arm not so long ago. It was a bit dented but it would hold, a defensive tool should attacks come her way. Second defense was to shield her mind, steady herself with telepathy and technopathy as she knew those might become vulnerable if not cautious. With Mana's left hand a small rotating barrel would spring from her wrist. Five nails would be shot like bullets at the leg of Jake.
If they missed they'd just hit some desk or shelf no danger to anything integral. Each nail could punch into a fair bit of armor though, and then they detonated. An explosion compact and small, it could destroy a padlock and only scorch the door but that wasn't to say it wasn't potent. This was just to assist in keeping the consequence seeker at bay.
Mana's real efforts and intentions went into cracking into the terminal. A mind that talked with computers and all there codes like it was her first language. The kid who had come to understand most of the complex coding done through an alien language intent on keeping anyone and everyone out of Solar City in a dauntingly brief time. If she could build parts like those on her in hours and confident enough she could build a way to come across dimensions, this should be easy. Just navigating the systems to tell two small compartments to be launched. She didn't think herself any Terminus or Teja in techno wizardry
"Solid third place though of techno wizard you could take."
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Four Months Ago January
It terrified Manaria knowing two students were taken from the school. She was so busted up and broken from the fight, bandages making a shirt for the young cyborg. She felt like with Jackal getting away she had failed in her duties as a hero. Soon as she was allowed to leave the hospital however she had, and hadn't been long after she visited the families.
"I promise I'll bring them back." Tangerine eyes locked with those of Jordan's mom and dad. There intensity burned with an almost righteous fervor. To see things through.
"Thats not something that should be on you kid." Mana shook her head at though, didn't matter what the dad sad. The teachers didn't defend the school, Garrick, Liam, Ryoko and herself had. Mana may have stopped most from being taken but it hadn't been all of them. And she didn't think it right to drag others into her mission just that she owed it to the classmates of hers to be there for them.
Two Months Ago March
Mana had come to accept calling for help, she had been kidnapped by X for her technopathy. The skills shown in the attack on Millenium had attention drawn to her and with that Mana was hunted down. Instead of making the most of her birthday with friends she was knocked unconscious and dragged into the darkness. She signaled for help and it came. Her legacy of taking hits for others and trying to be friendly with most she met made it seem like when she asked for help the world had come to back her.
That was something she tried to hold onto as she was in surgery. Mana felt like a failure when X got away she felt defeated in her efforts to be a hero. During the efforts to rescue her though she chose to save someone else weathering a barrage of gunfire meant for Garrick. It claimed the cyborg's arm but she was okay with that. At the hospital of Millenium the lost left arm was cut off the teen waking up with everything from the shoulder down gone, things set up for her to build the now fully cybernetic limb.
However it wasn't family or friend who visited her first, instead it had been Alfonse's father. His callous and large hand holding Mana's small mechanical one. "You've been through enough Mango. It's been two months just let it be." There was tears there but the man didn't want to see more children hurt because of this dimensional mess.
"In my world we don't give up. They've lost hope in moving forward, that we can do enough. I have to know otherwise." It was the first real spark back in her. The mechanical hand of hers once let go clutched her necklace. A simple thing a small luck charm but in a vile. Those classmates would be fortunate enough to get through this and they would find that the world came to their aid, like it had for her.
It echoes in the young teens mind.
"You'll bring them back Mango."
"Know you won't be the only one but we're counting on you kid."
The sirens blare, and the gravity kicks off. The room gets darker and her heart skips a beat. The station starts to shut down and her worst fears begin to settle in. She snuffed out those thoughts though, that was something to kill. There was hope yet. First things first reach into the bowels of the station. No gentle touch no careful work, she'd force it to obey her. She was the kid who fought when she had almost no skin or muscle tissue left on her chest. Who built mechanical limbs out of spare car parts. She built spinal prosthetics on the cheap as a busted up thirteen year old because her ability with machines was that good, because her will was that strong.
It didn't matter what the machines said, what they were instructed to do. She was a technopath, no THE technopath. Maybe not the brightest mind but that power was hers. Mastered so well that a genius predator from another dimension would hunt her down for it. She would tell the base, no order it to save the life support for last. To use every system set in place to make the students stable. Some damage was done but she could help them back from that, they were going to live. Don't trust what Jake did or didn't do, that was the lesson not to trust villains. So she wouldn't this base was going to listen to her instead. Because technology was hers to take the reigns of. The last thing the machines in the Instalation would do was look out for the students and fight their endangered state, "BECAUSE I SAY SO."
These thoughts of hers were louder than anything she had heard. And it was a message that would play on monitors last before they flickered out.
In her mind she knew this base, the fastest route, the lack of gravity only would aid her in navigating the path. Despite being unconscious some of the thoughts of fellow students reached out all the same, panic. They'd find themselves feeling embraced though psychic hands reaching out to them, followed by rewriting the responses of the brain subtly in the meld to not be panicking from the pain. Save the sensations of pain of heat and shock for the teen who'd weathered such pain and so much worse instead. "Not so long as I've something to say about it." She was ready to mealt the base with a rocket trail, to cut and bash her way to get to them. There pain was on her so of course she tried to shoulder they're suffering.
Teja spoke though, said a young hero's name or more precisely the shortened version. It cut through her thoughts, as direction was given. She wasn't alone here, this wasn't just her fight, the world had come for the students. Trust that Teja would be faster. What mana had to do was buy time. A benefit to this was that there wasn't a need to hold back. Jake was armored, versatile, fast and wanted a consequence. This base was falling apart and a dysfunctional mess, it didn't need her to keep it in tact. "Cruel and untrustworthy sure but you're not so bad. Hell I've met boy's crueler to me than you. How bout you give a kid something to be haunted by., if you can." Of all the people she had faught she didn't think a spar with the redhead would be something brought up. Even he seemed more out for blood, and Mana wanted the deepest cut to pull from. To try and goad Jake into sticking around for a fight. Keep him off of jeopardizing the students, Mana had fought four months to get to.
"Bran...focus make sure we've an out.""Teja is going to them and going to body slide them to safety. I set systems to help. We need to keep him off her. Want to hate what I AM do it later." It had been hard for her, she reminded herself though she had to stay calm a tempest ready to be unleashed but holding onto a sense of bushido until then. She sent the message to both her allies, but the emphasis was on the wizard. Who's cool was constantly slipping to instead lash out at everyone around him, these were conditions that didn't lend themselves to the situation though it wasn't helping.
Yawarakai was taken in Mana's right hand, the shield in her left and with a hiss flames came from Mana's heels. The jump jets she had built back on the parallel version of this base coming to life. She didn't need gravity, didn't want it she was less restrained here. Her left hand in the palm opened as a thruster came to life running along the Yawarakai. The sword glowed a white hot along the edge hot as plasma while the edge was thin as a scalpel but held together as it was made of Esoterium. A gift to her from Teja following the fight with Rampage.
As for Mana's attack patterns she wouldn't use her senses. He could move about to much for that, know she would look to trace him by brainwaves and his various mechanical signatures. She didn't know if she could target his machinery or if it was worth the effort. But by the very nature of her being it was something for the cyborg to trace. So she burst to life in a unorthodox mix up of attacks.
Shooting forward like a five foot five tall rocket a sword leaving a trail of heat behind it would lash for the legs of Jake. Her body tainting into a flip as she went by seeking to bring her right leg down on his forehead with a sharp kick. The strength to lift cars from her put into a striking power amplified by rocket propulsion. Her left leg twisting and with a thrust of a plasmid stream bringing the cyborg in front once again.
Yawarakai slashes for the gut, more specifically to split the mechanical figure in two separate halves. Just as the sword comes in from his left and low though the tail sneaks in from the right. A sharp whip of a limb but more importantly located in the tail was a small mining laser. This beam would look to carve across the face, wouldn't be to deep but should remove sight if it landed. All the while the nail gun and thrusters were ready, so that if he tried to flee she could give chase and in all likelihood explosive nails tailing him. While the shield was ready to provide defense. She seemed to drift into a meditative calm in this, her fighting spirit sharpened in fights with Amaranthe and Roadblock, honed into a stronger edge by those like Jackal X and Niku. All of this fortified by lessons to look out for herself along the way she liked to think from Maximum Man, Liam and predominantly Teja. Hard as she was willing to go, she wasn't just looking out for a world there was a world that looked out for her.
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