She whirled on the person behind her, gun ready. "Who are you?"

The figure is imposing, with an impressively rigged (military-grade) exoskeleton, loaded to the brim with weapons. His left arm is a skeletal-black prosthetic, with the forearm swollen to accommodate an unknown module. In his arms, he carried a chaingun, and mounted on his shoulders were two small turrets of some unknown caliber. Dual blades were extended from each forearm, radiating an intense blue as the metal was superheated by excess heat from his Hydrogen-Helium generator. Finally, a strange, arrowhead-shaped drone swirled around him idly, like a fish swimming around in a pond. "Now, I don't normally kill kids, so I'm going to give you the chance to run before I begin shooting. I'd suggest that you take it." No, now that he spoke... something seemed familiar. It wasn't Drake--accent was similar, but distinct enough to distinguish him from her old friend. Then suddenly, you recognized the final piece of the puzzle: the insignia of the NTR emblazoned upon his helmet.

She did start running, and unlike her counterparts in other RPs....she still had her Sparrowhawk. She pressed a button on her wrist, as she dived towards the courtyard. Within a minute the ship screamed over their heads, alpha getting Transmatted onboard. It soon swerved around, and a PA blared "Who are you??" She didn't want to know in truth, but she had to.

The strange man put his prosthetic hand in front of his "eyes" (helmet, rather), as if to block the intense light of the Sparrowhawk, but he remains silent. He stands there, casually shifting towards the Sparrowhawk slowly... but his drone is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, something hits the right repulsorlift engine, and the Sparrowhawk loses control, spinning away from the man. Moments later, a coilgun blast tears through the underbelly of the ship, entering through the bottom left and emerging through the front of the cockpit, mere feet away from Alpha's face. The ship was going down.

She waited, and timed it. As she went down the ship's twin lasers fired towards the edgelord. Soon, he saw her eject right, riiiiight before it hit, and she jumped from the chair. It was an ace maneuver that would take skill to pull off. There must have been some sort of suit-changing apparatus on board, as she was clad in her signature armor too. This time, she had her old rifle and her tranq pistol. Alpha had pulled out all of the stops. She landed but got behind the ship almost immediately, pressing a few buttons as the remaining chaingun spun up and aimed at the man, firing again to give her space while she looked for the drone.

The drone hovered by his left shoulder, somehow already returned to its original position, despite just having pierced through the hull of a starship. It seemed no worse for wear. The strange man, on the other hand, saw Alpha, but chose to ignore her, instead turning his attention to the wounded Sparrowhawk. Suddenly, as if to flaunt that he had more firepower that the ship, he opened fire upon it with everything that he had. His handheld turret began its Unyielding barrage, sending AP tracers soaring through the air at the ship. The two turrets on his shoulder opened up as well, firing what appeared to be shotgun shells that exploded upon impact with the craft, inflicting surprising damage. Finally, the drone sped towards the ship, and with a single fell swoop, flew right through the power-plant, sensing the lifeless VTOL soaring towards the ground.

during the man's flaunting "muh gunz are bettur", Alpha took aim, and fired. the plasma weapon had enough power to punch through Alliance armor with the ability to tank multiple rounds of small-arms fire. As the VTOL went down, Alpha got pissed, firing again and again until she had no ammo in her magazine. Then, more mechanical stomping as a mech stormed out behind the man, a twin-gatling gun mech with a chainsaw embedded into the arm. It had thrusters at the back, to which it used to bum-rush the man as Alpha loaded again.

The man faced Alpha but strafed towards the approaching mech, avoiding the plasma bolts and unloading a few short bursts of his turret to keep the unarmored teen behind cover. He then straps the turret onto his back (a seemingly impressive feat in itself) and then rushes towards the mech, gauntlet blades drawn. At first he seems slow, cumbersome even, but when he's close to the mech, he picks up speed, accelerating to a full on sprint as he slides between the mech's legs, and then reverses momentum as his rocket boots activate, propelling him onto the back of the mech. He embeds his blades into the back to lodge himself onto it, and then with his prosthetic, puts his flat palm onto the surface of the machine.

The thrusters picked up, coating the prosthetic as the mech quickly fell backwards on its back to crush the man. Alpha popped out of cover (With armor. She put on armor. Remember?) to fire at the drone, she would kill something dammit

The drone made for a difficult target, constantly buzzing around like some sort of demented bumblebee, circling the man's location at all times. The man pulled back his prosthetic, which was dripping with molten exhaust, and quickly threw himself off of the mech before it could land on him. He landed on his feet, his chaingun discarded several feet away, crushed by the mech. A blue light lit up inside the bloated module on his prosthetic arm, and with a blistering crack, the coilgun within fired. It pierced through the center of the mech, creating a molten hole through which the mysterious drone buried into. The internal telekinetic forces went rampant within the mech, causing catastrophic harm to its internals. Meanwhile, the man turned to face Alpha, his gauntlet blades humming quietly in the background. "You've got quite the arsenal kid," he said, the excess heat from his coilgun transferring to the energy shield that sprung to life on his wrist. "But everyone's luck runs out eventually." He began to dash towards Alpha, shield raised in front of his body in a protective position (with a 3-foot radius from the center).