[i]Boogie knew damn well how effective intimidation was when it came to making yourself known. Of course, the Agent’s methods were not as widespread or blunt in their effectiveness. His superiors taught him how to become a terrible thought in your enemy’s mind and how to utilize technology that could exploit one’s foibles. When Boogie was assigned to a Strike Team, he fulfilled his role as expected: he would drop first, sewing chaos and terror through enemy ranks before the rest of his Team played janitor. A shrill beeping encasing his head tore him from a dreamless sleep. In blue, digitized numbers, the time read noon. Boogie sighed, which came out tinny and metallic from inside his helmet. He pushed his thumb beneath his chin until he heard a *click*. A capsule shot into his mouth, melting into a tasteless liquid. He swirled the chemical mixture in his mouth for a few seconds, making sure to dig all the available nutrients by puffing his cheeks. He swallowed. Lunch time. Now the time was gone, and all he could see was a blue sky through two eyeholes. Boogie sat up and rolled his joints for a moment, before getting onto his feet. Suddenly, his vision was filled with false colors and projections, runes blipped in a myriad of colors at the edges of his visor. Boogie blinked, as the world became bright shades of green. Night vision. He blinked again, and a blue wave of color filled up his visor, while human shaped splotches of reds, oranges, yellows, and purples went about their daily activities. Thermal vision worked just fine. He blinked a third time, as the world became grey. Each person he viewed emitted a colorful aura of Aetheric Energy unique to the individual. Everyday citizens had auras that were barely flickers of light, while mages and other anomalous beings were beacons of fractal power. He looked down at his own hands, and saw the familiar crimson waves of energy spewing black ink in flares of a star. His VERITAS worked like a charm. It was when he blinked to revert his systems to default that the army entered Dojoville. Boogie stood atop the flat, concrete roof of an apartment complex, so he could see the bulk of the force quite well. He reached for a massive, advanced rifle and magnetically clamped it to his back, before sliding off the triangular slope of the roof and reaching street level through an alleyway. He walked through post-modern streets without a single passerby glancing at him for a moment. Once he reached the column, Boogie’s White Suit deactivated its invisibility cloak and he approached who he assumed to be the commanding officer of the soldiers. The man in powered armor that looked like something out of a campy sci-fi movie looked up at Sidewinder. To avoid making the whole column halt because of his presence, Boogie nonchalantly walked at pace with Sidewinder’s halftrack.[/i] “You’re the third faction I’ve seen show up today. Least you folks have some semblance of regular equipment.”