Gazing at the difference between the wreckage of what once was evidently a beautiful city-square I couldn't help but wonder... Who could make such as this? Contemplating further scenic beauty ahead the task of finding the data pads skillfully hidden amidst the structure continued. "Seven! over here!" Looking over I saw seven being waved to by forge, one of the longest lived and serving officers of the day. Another data pad found. Would these help us find/ make greater beauty? As sevens "help bot" scanned and transmitted the data to the group a new sound was heard. Unmistakeable... Prepping for the oncoming conflict I note the additional information feed-out on my armor / health condition and ammo as battle hardened as a quicksilver lightning in my nerves and reflexes. "Seven! Get ready! Four arms incoming!" "Forge! We NEED to find these pads!" "I know keep looking and stay sharp! We have enough dead Heroes so stick close to the group." Looking about at some of the newer and more anxious faces I sigh, and reflexively relax to the mindset of faster movements and environmental adjustment, noting along with it that my end result for not needing this mindset was just as lost as the pads we're looking for. Finishing my pre-battle prep I return to scanning for seven , the only out of sight teammate. "Seven! Get down here NOW! We have incoming!" "..urrgh!" "Seven..." "..." "." "...almost... GOTCHA! Found the last pad! Lets get out of here!" "Nice timing Seven..." "You know me! Always in the nick of time!" Reading over the data coming in over the link I couldn't help but laugh. Who could imagine a platypus causing that... "Ready the force!"