Order Ranking Challenge: Rank 14 Chromatic

[Rapidus Procella]

Type of battle: Power

Special condition: none

Location:

• A distant planet, outside of the Milky Way Galaxy that is inhabited by monstrous beasts that feed off of any kind of power, and once you are in their sight, they will hunt you down until they are killed or you are killed. The planet has a humidity of 80%, and the year-long temperature is no less and no more then 89 degrees. The turrain of this planet is layered in ice and dry heat molecules. A planet where plant life is not-likely to happen. Some historical landmarks of this planet are as followed: an abbandoned castle that rests up top of the tallest mountain, a battleship that was used in the glory of this planet, but now just used as a hideout for various theives. With a name unknown for centuries, outsiders just refer to this planet as: Land of Doom. A name fitting for a doom-filled planet. the ground is as hot as a hot-plate of pasta, and when up high the air is so cold, that the least amount of movement will make your genitles or any body part for that matter be forever frozen.

[Chromatic]

Seeing as I can't make a challenge to too many people just yet, I'll take up this challenge. I might not be able to get my character up until later though.

[Rapidus Procella]

That is perfectly fine, i am as well fairly busy with life, so whenever you can get it up is perfectly fine with me.

[Chromatic]

Just quick question. Am I to assume that this planet we are fighting on is otherwise similar to Earth, and that the lack of plant life will result in a lack of oxygen for breathing? Or is there no oxygen on this planet as it is?

[Rapidus Procella]

Well your close, it does have oxygen, and all the other gases that gives life to breathe, but this planet is not the place for humans to breathe. Having said that, the beings such as: Demon's, Dragon's, and other beings similar to them.

[Chromatic]

Name:
MAU-17 (Mechanized Assault Unit 17)

Codename:
Jaq

Age:
1 Month

Appearance
MAU-17 was designed under a humanoid blueprint of the "ideal humanoid physique". The internal frame upon which the unit was constructed stood at 5'11'', and was extremely scrawny on the whole. With the internal works built onto "him", the machine's height was upped slightly, and appeared to be slightly less scrawny. After the final additions to "his" structure "he" stands at 6'2'', and is as "his" creators intended: Of the perfect humanoid physique. He is protected head to toe by a full internal frame covering armor, which was designed out of a space age synthetic material known as fleximetal. This material, has mixed properites of metal and a rubber-like material, making it both durable and flexible (hence the term "fleximetal').

Upon the completion of the internal armored structure, MAU-17 was overcoated with a layer of syntethis bioskin, meant to resemble that of a humanoid being (though his appearance not fully human). The skin color is a darkened orange, and his entire form is cloaked by a darkened trechcoat style garment. Through his synthetic face, a pair of dark "eyes" look out from their sockets. The hair of the synthetic skin is a bleached blond color, and sticks in straingth up spikes.

Sentience and Personality:
While programmed for the sake of fullfulling his missions, and technically without his own will, MAU-17, like all other MAUs, was given semi-sentience. He is aware that it does in fact exist, to an extent, and it is agreed that its sentience is only avaialbe to him in combat. In combat situations, he is able to make reasoned decissions, and, in tests, has shown a small spark of ingenuity in its manuevers. He has shown no true emotion, which prevents he from holding back in situations where he has the balance of the advantage, and is thus, able to make the final, killing shot.

Weapons and Equipment:
1 Light Based Energy Sword
2 Light Based Energy Shield Generators
1 Plasma Pistol
Anti Gravity Pumps, located primarily in the feet
Advanced Motion Sensors
Internal-Esternal Heating and Cooling

(I see no need for a biography)

[KHFanatic4565]

I will take this battle to judge if that's okay.

[Rapidus Procella]

Originally Posted by KHFanatic4565

I will take this battle to judge if that's okay.

Yeah that is perfectly fine.

And my temp here

Name: vento Tempesta Aver (V-En-To Tem-Pes-Ta A-v-air)


Gender: Male

Age:???

Appearance: Having some boyish charms to his looks, Vento has some innocent features, one feature being his face, so subtle. His face is almost perfect, the skin tone so smooth, no pimple markings, but as for the scars whatsoever. His face is greatly toned except for a scar that he has on his face. His lips are a shade of a darker rose color, not the flower color, but more like a darkish pink color. His eyes are that similar to the color of the sun, but just a bit lighter; a goldish color as people will see. Vento’s hair is nothing close to regular or normal. His hair has sort of an aura glow to it. Even though the base color is a colorful shade of midnight blue, the aura around it makes it seem like his hair is a more shinier color of midnight blue.

Vento is five foot eight, with a great muscle toned body. He weighs just over one hundred seventy pounds, but that is because he has such a great muscle toned structure. Even so, the markings he has all over his body is quite interesting, like for one he has a scar that goes down from the upper right of his forehead, and it flows all the way down to his left side of his chin. Another unique feature that he has around his body is on his abdomens, he has a series of tattoo’s, actually 3 tattoo’s to be exact. One tattoo is on the right side of his rib cage, and it s of a Japanese writing that says “fukyuu, kaze” which in English means Eternal Wind. His second tattoo is on the left of his rib cage and it is of a rose pedal with a spiral of wind surrounding it. Oh but the last tattoo that is on the center of his abs is a set of wings, and by the looks of it they are wings of a wind being possibly a wind dragon, or demon.

The clothing that Vento wears is actually quite typical for one like him. The clothing that he wears consists of a long black trench coat that obviously is quite expensive, made from a very rare kind of silk. Underneath that trench coat is button-up white, elbow length shirt with a sort of a shade of light gray or silver. He wears a cross necklace, the pendant of it is probably an equal 1.5 inch radius, and the leather that holds it up is not very thick, but it is however, a good amount in length; one foot to be exact. His other clothing is a dark red to black leather pants, and he also has fingerless gloves to provide extra movement for his hands.


Personality: Quiet, calm, and a bit mature for his looks. Vento may look to be a bit childish, but really he is quite mature, he does not like to say much, nor does he feel he needs to say much. However, this is only his attitude when in battle, but when in the appearance of company, he is a bit rude, and sarcastic. Actually he is mainly sarcastic, always cracking jokes, mainly about the way that his company looks, but mostly he has a calm nature all the time, but like wind he can have a bad side and in his case this would be a bad temper. However, to get him angry that person will have to do something that would really offend him, but as he is always calm, this is highly unlikely.

Title Rites: Stormbringer:Vento outclasses the others in the control of both the wind and air. A being like this could sneeze and cause a cyclone or perhaps cough and blow down a forest. The idea of such ability means that the air bows to them and asks no questions…

, Frigid Monarch,-Vento has the powers of the coldest forces, that of near everlasting ice and snow inside themselves. Such beings can project streams of ice and drifts of snow that are able to topple cities when using the right amount of power. The notion of the temperature and what is stated inside the title above ebbs on the flow of personality down to the core of the being itself.

Skyarrow Wing: This is the power that allows Vento to can see extremely high into the air and propel their soul essence into the sky and use it as such to control the weather by piercing what is up above. The forces of the weather are added to their physical body and thus they can easily format the skies and thus related to that power. The speed of their aerial movement is noted ot rip the sky asunder itself





Weapons:*

• Senka: This blade is a ten foot weapon, with the blade itself being six feet in length and one foot in width, this blade surely would be a marvelous weapon to have. As for the hilt, it is possibly quite long, actually it is quite long at three feet in length and three inches in width. The color of the blade is a nice and clean black and the markings shine silver. The hilt has a gray main color with the wind dragon marking a medium green. As for the markings of the weapon, there are some distinct features that make it stand out. Like for one on the hilt there is a marking of a wind beast circling the entire hilt. As for the blade there are ancient markings along the blade that are only visible when the blade becomes a bit more edged in battle. Like if used to hit something one word of the entire sets of markings would flash, but only when it hits an object or physical being a certain amount of times the markings stay lightened.*
  
  The powers this weapon possesses, this is the power of wind or at least the basics of wind, like able to create minor gusts with a single swing. Along with the gust capabilities, there is a few side abilities that Senka possesses; the ability to create a wind armor around itself, and sometimes if lucky around Vento, however this is sometimes going to be unlikely. The final ability it has is the ability to generate the winds into many or even dozens of Wind Sickles. This means by 1-10 swings of Senka, it can produce sharp-pointed, wind-projected attacks that can cause major damage or not depending on the force of the swing.

• Storm Striker: This weapon of Vento’s is a bit different from his Senka, while senka is a full on physical sword that can generate the powers of wind, this weapon is like completely the opposite. This weapon is the forces of nature itself. The power to create storm clouds at will, the power to summon up lightning bolts at any given time, even the power to adjust the water in the seas; maybe this could be used to raise it up to create title waves, or maybe this can be used to decrease the amount of liquids in a certain area. Basically this weapon can manipulate all aspects of nature, and every side power that comes along with that.

• Spada Da Gelato: This is the third and final weapon of Vento’s arsenal. This weapon is quite the weapon. The hilt of it is icy blue, and as it continues up, it has a bright blue crown emblem that is right before the start of the actual blade, then to the left and right of the emblem is a sort of a hump, then a set of black and white wings that point downward, and this is on both sides. So going upward the actual blade is as black as the night sky, but just slightly darker, imagine an eternal bottomless hole, now picture that very shade of color the look of the blade. All seems normal as it goes up to the center of the blade, but a few inches up is something a bit unusual, a side part, of a black wing with a white wing directly on top of it, giving it a mysterious, and quite evil look.*
  
  The powers of this weapon is the calling and main manipulation of the many forms of ice. This can range from simple ice shards, to a more complicated ice beam, even to a rage-filled attack in the form of a ancient ice spirit. This blade is not only capable of offense powers, there is a defense portion. The ice used to attack can create a temporary invincible solid ice armor around itself and around Vento, but only for a matter of ten minutes. The armor that covers the blade spikes up from the hilt creating a crystal clear ice armor, but not heavy enough to weigh down the weapon’s own original weight. As for the armor that goes around Vento, well this is a bit different from his weapon, while his weapon has something of a crystal form, the armor that is produced around Vento is something that of regular armor that warriors wear. This armor is a full body length, total ice based armor. Spikes come out the shoulders and even the upper back, a full helmet of ice covers half of his face, showing his golden eyes clearly out of the helm. As for the rest of the armor, it is just like a regular knight’s armor just made complete solidized crystalline.*
  
  This armor provides Vento with almost complete protection with the exception of fire based attacks, that is the only armor’s weakness. OAny other elemental attack will only parcially harm the armor, and if lucky and only lucky, an elemental attack that is non-fire could possibly damage the armor a great deal, but only if that attack hit’s the right spot, but that is highly unlikely, so Vento has nothing to worry about.

Race: Yuoi

Bio:*


Born on Dergo as a mere mercenary, Vento didn’t really have all that much to live for. He killed for a living, so what kind of things does that say about a man, not much. He lived a good life, maybe not one that is one to be proud of, but Vento made an living doing something he loved the best, killing. To others yes this is something non-human. His attitude when he would be just plain out lazy, and that is all there is to it.


As a mercenary, Vento had no personal relationships. However, if there came a time where he would have a personal relationship, it would be in the terms of a need to know basis, meaning that if people needed to know they would have to earn the full trust of Vento, and much more. However, this is not the importance of this section, cause there is war breaking out and with little time to assemble their best soldiers, instead they assembled some tough warriors, warriors like Vento. Of course when first asked Vento refused and this sort of pissed off the Dergo Military. This did that because they were hoping that Vento would help his own planet in its time of need. So while the actions of Vento was a bit questionable in terms of his loyalty, his personal reasons later became clear, but when offered a power like no other, Vento decided to take it into consideration.*

After some more consideration of this so-called power, Vento decided to meet with the Dergo Military, and what would it be to his surprise when he met with them, but a set of weapons for him. One called Senka, and the other Called Storm Striker. And yes Vento was of course surprised that they would do something like this for him, and that it must have came with a bargen, so the military came right out and said it, they wanted Vento to help with the war. This was no surprise to Vento, cause in his own expense he didn’t expect them just to hand over two perfectly powerful weapons without a side deal. So Vento agreed and in his words.. “This should be fun.” And from that moment on Vento became the proud claimer of these title Rites: Skyarrow Wing, Stormbringer, and Frigid Monarch.

SO now apart of some special team of the military, Vento had one thing mind.. To end the wars between the three planets for good, but this would not be an easy task, for that all three planets all wanted power, but only one would come out victorious. This caused major problems for Vento, cause he wanted peace, but the planets involved in the war, and many more wars to come wanted power and they were obsessed with greed. How can people love war so much to have destruction and chaos, wondered Vento throughout his life as a mercenary, even before he didn’t really care, but now that he has witnessed war, he is having secodn thoughts on hwhere his alliance resides with, if it is with any side. Perhaps a side of his own, a side where there isn’t any war, a side where this is only peace. Yes this is the path that Vento offically has chosen, but to make it come reality he must for the first time travel to Eratz Vaju. Getting there was the main problem, not many ways of traveling there was available for Vento. So sort of in a bind, Vento searched for a way there and in a matter of weeks, came such an opportunity, a small group know as the Refugee’s were boarding a small ship that was heading there, and without going noticed, Vento snuck into the vessle, and just laid low upon arrival to Eratz.

Waiting for the ship to arrive, Vento still kept low cause he didn’t want no one to know of his presence, but a little disturbance in the group proved to be the time that people would know of him, cause so cocky asshole seemed to enjoy torturing the group about what they looked like, and that very person came over to Vento and insulted his boyish-looks. Not looking for any trouble Vento just ignored the guy, but that was until this man grabbed Vento by the shirt, and in that instant Vento used a bit of his jijutsu to make this man fall to his knees, and after that moment that person and everyone else left Vento alone, and they minded their own business.

The vessle at lat arrived at Eratz, and this is finally where Vento broke off from that small group, and ventured on his own, just searching for any life, or any kind of being who can help him with his quest of eternal peace throughout the universe, and this adventure he took upon came to a dead end, and then when something came up..again it ended in a dead end. Vento began to get fustrated about the dead end, after dead end ect..ect… So instead of wasting his precious time, Vento decided just to make the most of his time, and enjoy some site seeing, so after a few hours of that, he then saw that the vessle that took him and others to Eratz, was still here, un-attended, and an idea struck him right in the eye. Vento would hijack the ship, and search the solar system on his own. So stupid enough to do that, Vento actually hijacked the ship, and ventured space looking for anything or anybody that would help him bring eternal peace to the universe.

[Chromatic]

(Yeah, I'm kind of in a writer's block at the moment. You can make the first IC post KX).

[Chromatic]

(Just posting so it shows).

In the 20th century, the human home world designated earth began its quest into the highest of technological prowess. Within these hundred years, few by the time line of existence, both of the universe, and and of their species, they had achieved advancements that outmatched any other that their times had seen. It was these one hundred years that saw the first men take flight successfully, paving their pathway into what their endeavors would someday yield for them.

When all men had finally been granted the means to soar amongst the aviary species, their kin had then set their sights ever higher. Looking into the night sky, and the stars that had dotted such a brilliant canvas of an epically cosmic scene, the most brilliant minds of mankind began to reach their hands to these places, so far from their homes. After only a short time span, they had finally brought their dreams of celestial travel into their waking realities.

With the cosmos open to them for exploration, they had pursued even greater expansion, searching far and wide for life on other worlds. But what they found were merely the hollowed promises of life. But they were far from discouraged, and after some hundred years more of searching, they came across this planet, so much like their own, yet so much different from it at the same time. It had animal life, the same as their home world, though with its own unique set of species. Yet it lacked the crucial factor of plant life, upon which many of the life forms of Earth had thrived.

Still their hope flamed on powerfully, and they devised a new way to rectify this problem. Pooling together their financial assets, the nations of Earth created a crack team of mechanized agents, boasting experimental new weapons and equipment, as well as a set of existing ones. The first wave of these agents had been sent twenthy years prior, and had determined then that the planet could in fact be terraformed by means available to mankind. The second team was immediately sent out....

And so, the second team of machanized scouts had arrived upon this new planet to secure it for its new future as a colony of the New Earth Empire. Their arrival had told them that the planet was true to previous readings; it was well populated with life of various exotic sorts, many which could likely be tamed, or otherwise hunted for sustanence if need be. The only missing ingredient had been the lack of plant life, but that would be rectified by a simple alteration of the planet's terrain.

One such member of this team, serialized as MAU-17, aliased Jaq, had come down from the carrier ship upon an area that was considerably more open than the others of his team. The space was expansive, and yet devoid of signs of nearby life to examine. For the task of others, this may have been a draw back, but to him, it was reasoned that such conditions would be more suited to his needs. Little life forms meant that his motion sensors would not be so easily fooled, or hiden from. And the openness of the field would mean that each motion made would be picked up instantaneiously. Logic would indicate him at the intial advantage, one which he would have to hold if attacked.

Proceeding on from simply standing as a statue upon the perceived center of the plane, he took a single step forward, and again stopped to analyze the surroundings. Nothing had changed, though according all theory, even a single step could potentially change anything, and everything of one's surroundings. All that can go wrong, will go wrong. There was litle else for such a machine to do, other than to step calmly forward again, and again, analyze his surroundings. Still, no noticable change had occurred. Running internal diagnostic:

+Motion Sensors - Working and Running+
+Heating-Cooling Systems - Operational+
+All Functions Systems - Stable+

All was well within...

[Rapidus Procella]

This planet is the place where it all began, where my life was at its peak. This is the place where I remember growing up, I remember getting my first amounts of power here. It is all so clear, and I remember it all distinctly. No rash thoughts can block this sense of clearing memory, nor will it ever; this is my home. I can go here and come to my inner core of a being. My entire life is based upon this planet, a nameless planet.

Does not matter who comes here, or why they have come here, I will always proceed my actions as if they were for the good of this place, and they will be for the best of this wondrous place. I speak of such memories as if I lived here my whole life, and yet, as I stand here in the heart of the land, I realize that this place is not the planet I lived on, but it is so similar to the one I stayed on. No matter, I will focus at the task at hand, and there is a task that needs my attention, it seems there has been a strange being that comes to this place.

“what a pitiful being.”

I said, seeing the figure stand in the heart of the planet, dressed in some weird gear; I did not care too much about this. MY intension would soon be known to this warrior, this thing that dares come to my sanctuary. Pitiful being, that stands in the middle, unguarded, unprepared for what will happen before his very eyes, my hands form a closed fist. I glare at this being from up high in the open, blue sky with my piercing, gold eyes. My hair gleams off of the bright sun, showing its midnight-blue shade.

“time to get this party started.”

I spoke with a boasting outburst. I opened my hand, and sparks started to shoot out of my hand, altering the weather almost immediately. Lightning clouds began to form above me, the light that once shined above the entire planet, was now gone from sight, and only darkness reigned over the planet. The only form of light that was to be seen was the intensity of lightning that would soon shoot from the sky. However, that is not all that would occur, as I was just getting warmed up. The lightning storm was just a small sample, now the real fun begins.

“Senka, come forth into my hand.”

Came out of my mouth, but only this time a fierce wind began to form in my hand, taking its sweet time to form. Slowly, it began to manifest into a ten foot long blade. A long weapon indeed, as I knew this first hand. I did create it from my own powers after all. The weapon I call senka, finally formed into the glorious sword that is feared my all, and envied by rivals. Without hesitation, I took one heavy swing, and a series of wind sickles were launched at a high velocity, aiming right for the head of this figure that stood there, carelessly.

“this fight will end, before it even began.

[Chromatic]

Due to some circumstance in real life, I will have to withdraw from this fight, and from the ranks all together. It's not that I am leaving the forums at all, but I'd rather not have to hold this on the side in the coming months, so, graciously, I admit defeat in my withdrawal.

Edit:
I've gone more thinking, and have changed my mind. Expect my post up over the weekend.

The search for other intelligent, near humanoid life has long been the journey of the people of Earth. They have been plagued for eons by the question of "Are we alone?" Little did any of them know, that on this day, at this moment, this dream would come to its own fruition, even if not so peacefully as they would have appreciated it.

If a machine such as Jaq could have been capable of any sorts of emotions, the one that would best be used to describe him at this point in time would have been anger.... Anger at he, or she who had been so low as to attack another life. Yes, he was aware that his own humanity, and meeting of the definition of life was more than questionable, he had been programmed to hold such respect, even in his conquests. Life must not be exterminated unless it is for the sake of security. And security was now in the forefront of his agenda.

The darkened skies, and sudden, obvious shift in the weather of the planet were only the first indication of trouble, albeit not an immediate realization.

He turned upon his spot, facing off against a seemingly human male figure, having a younger look about is facial expression. He was nearly half a foot below Jaq's height, and slightly larger than his height would have, on an average basis. His weapon of choice, had been a sword, reaching a cumulative length of nearly ten feet. All other features were disregarded in favor of the human physique, and the designated success of the search for such life. Even if it was to end in violence, it would be a success nonetheless.

His powerful motions as he swung his blade seemed trifle to Jaq, with such distance between them, even a weapon of its length would fail to connect. But motion sensors had deemed otherwise. The air had been set into a sharp motion aimed solely at him. The sensors, linked to to the other systems within his structure, spurred his defensive reactions. The pair of discs strapped around the palms of his hands let off an iridscent luster for but a second, before erecting a spherical formation of energy around his figure. The particles of this energy, densly packed, took the blow of the wind gusts, as the sphere disintegrated ever slightly against each strike i negated.

Simultaneuosly, he reached down to his waist under his coat, removing a form of light metallic tube shaped into a barrell, poised upon a triggered handle, roughly the size of a half-sized shotgun. His finger closed down on the trigger, spurring a quick collection of charged matter, focused into its own form of energy. As quickly as his finger had pressed down, it had released, catipulting the energy in a striaght path ahead.

[Rapidus Procella]

As I took one mighty swing with my mighty Senka, and the raging wind sickles came flying out, accelerating at a high velocity. I had thought that it was all over, that I have one the entire battle in that one move. I had many thoughts rage through my mind in that one little attack.. How foolish I was to think that. Exactly what I had predicted happened. When that attack was launched from my mighty blade, I had intended it to be weak as it was to see what my opponent could do, and as I saw it with my own two eyes, I knew that this robotic figure was more then it appeared to be.

“What is he doing.”

I said, as I saw the figure below pull out a vertical tube-like object. It shot some sort of form of energy, strait at me, and I had little time to react, so in a desperate reaction, I put my Senka, and that put the blast to a complete, and utter stop. Halting its movements as it will be more clearly understood.

“Wow, that was a close one.. Hey down there, you trying to kill me or something..oh wait.. Nevermind.” I shouted in a bizarre tone of voice. My hair popped up like never before, odd enough, I wasn’t in the least bit of embarrassed, but more like excited about this battle to come, but this was not the time for second guessing, I had to act while the ink was still hot.

“Alright, here we go.”

I said, as an aura of a blue-white shade started to form around me, and my Senka started to gradually de-materialize. As my Senka started to be gone from my hand, a new weapon became to existence. This newly formed object is my weapon that controls the fabrics of ice, Spada Da Galato. The appearance is that of a yin-yang designed blade, with a ice-filled appearance. Black and white all over, but still having hints of an icy nature. This weapon helps me control the very fabrics of cold temperatures.

Not releasing any more words, as they weren’t necessary for this moment, and time. I gave a little smirk before unleashing my attack. My blade started to draw out a cold drift, that even gave me the chills, but as the controller of this, I was quite use to it, but still, this being down there would not be or even get use to it. The drift of cold air soon would become a fierce blizzard, and that is what I intended to do.

“fierce ice, hear my call, cover this landscape with complete frigid air.”

I shouted as my blade heeded to my command, and it released a raging storm of cold, and icy weather, that soon revealed to be a nasty Blizzard. Any who could survive this either have to be well-equipped with the necessities of cold weather, or a resistance of icy circumstances. Others who do not, will freeze to death, and no one will be able to live another day unless frozen solid.

[Chromatic]

**New, aggressive, humanoid life for discovered, and engaged. Shows signs of a psychokinetic affinity towards the air upon this planet. More data needed.**

Jaq, drawing his pistol down, back to its holster beneath his overcoat, continuously analyzed each movement made, and word uttered by the newly found life. Already, his data logs had the individual labeled as a threat to the planet, and to it future inhabitants from Earth. The data filtered through his processors, breaking down, and reforming again, as they prepared to feed back to the Home World upon his return. Back up files were of course an unannounced necessity, in the event that he fall in battle here, and the need come form him to be retrieved. All of this, happening within him at a rate immpossible to accertain, and all the while, the machine kept a firmly gripped focus on the battle unfolding upon it, absorbing what data it could from the actions of the other.

The male's words called out, with a rush of cold air crushing down upon the landscape, precursing the coming attack. A series of thermometers within the cyborg's central core jumped upon the task of calculating estimates for the final temperature, spurring the activation of internal heating mechanisms. A wave of warmth carried through his interior, maintaining a controlled temperature leveling, countering the effects of the cold air. This warmth, even as the snow began to fall violently down upon the near desert landscape, transforming it into a tundra-like environment, permeated through to the metallic undersurface of Jaq's structure, and through to the surface of the synthetic skin under which it rested. The only question that remained was whether it would be enough to outlast in the battle.

The answer could be attained through but one method: Field testing.

His joints kept loosened by the heat generated from his core, Jaq was able to move freely through the falling snow, or as freely as one could move through snow. His self-designated path would bring him in a circling motion around his target. His pistol re-drawn, he opened fire in a systematic fashion, a heated burst of plasmic energy drawing in upon the target once per second.