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((I do apologize for the long wait! For a time, I was forced to make do with a cellular device, which makes making a SU on Mobile a pain in the neck.

(( @Peaceful Giraffe; @Yun; @Detective Calvin; @Pokémad; @Ladies and Gentlemen; @White Raven; @Yang Xiao Long; @Flaze; @Ravio;

Harley tapped her foot impatiently as she looked at the time. She was sitting in the lobby of the Hyperion Corporation main building, with her precious car sitting in public parking in the parking lot nearby. As to why she was here, she was given an invitation by the Big Guy himself, Dio Hyperion III, CEO and grandson of the Hyperion Corporation's founder, to gather a squad of super soldiers willing to take the fight to the Demosians, a murderous alien race who have been bugging the humans of Eris for centuries and made colonization come to a crawl.

Most small towns have all but vanished, and some cities have built sturdy walls made of a sturdy metal native to Eris colloquially called "Guardite" to provide shelter and places for snipers to pick off Demosians from afar.

The reason why she was so impatient was that she had arrived a good deal early, and she would have gone up to the desk lady and show her the invite, if the invitations didn't come with explicit instructions, namely an instruction that all invites must be shown at once. Hence, the waiting game.

Bored and tired of reading old gun magazine issues and weapon catalogues, Harley growled in a gruff manner and began pacing.
 
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One of the first to arrive besides Harley was that of a teenager with dark eyes, dark chestnut-colored hair braided to the side, and a light dusting of freckles. Sayloren, whom now went by Birdie, wore rather simple clothes, though they were charred and bore sure signs of a Tinkerer. She'd recently been working on quite a few of her machines. The eighteen-year old carried one of the invites, and though looked somewhat scrawny, was somehow a force to be reckoned with. Especially if you messed with her machines.
 
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Demi had been in the lobby waiting alongside Harley. She seemed to be a bit impatient. He was used to waiting, so he only opted to sit back with his eyes closed while the girl huffed. He heard Sayloren entering, opening an eye to her. He closed it again after getting a good look at her from all sides.

How many more people were going to be showing up, he wondered.
 
Kiyoko Matsumoto was sitting in the lobby, cleaning her trusty Colt Single Action Army. For such purposes, it was unloaded. There was a backpack at the tall redhead's feet filled with other weapons and ammunition. When she finished cleaning her revolver, she didn't load it, instead slipping it into a holster on her thigh and closing her eyes to relax.
 
Midna walked into the front office, hips moving from side to side as she flicked her black and red hair back, her eyes scanning everyone that was inside already. She noticed that there were a few more people that had arrived, surely for the same reasons she had. A small smile crossed her face as she wondered just what was in store for her. 'So I assume we're all here for the same reasons?" Midna asked to the others, recovering her serious expression as she pulled out her invitation.
 
Blake walked in a few moments later, taking his sunglasses off and sticking them into the front pocket of his leather jacket. He smiled at the scene, it would be a good job. The pay appeared to be top notch as well. "Seems to be that way." He answered Midna's question as he stepped inside.
 
Harley turned to see Midna and inspected the Desperado. "Exacta." The Rider said, fetching from her pockets her invite to show to the growing group.
 
Blake took her hand gently. "Blake Delladova, it's a pleasure." He said with a smile, glancing over to Harley and greeting her with a nod. "Yeah, I got one too." He replied.
 
Birdie turned to look at the other approaching people. She gave a little wave to Blake and Midna.

"Well, yeah. I do suppose we're all here for the same thing. You can call me Birdie, Black Knight at your service. Don't screw with my machines, then we can be friends." She introduced herself towards the others. Perhaps the older people would think she wasn't being serious, going by the name of Birdie. Her word was honest, though. She was too easily underestimated, and as a result had to show some backbone. Hopefully that wouldn't happen with these soldiers.
 
Demi nodded to the group before, holding up his invite before putting it away.
 
Kiyoko silently pulled her invite out of the backpack at her feet and held it up. "Kiyoko Matsumoto. Some call me 'Revolver'," the shining redhead said in a somewhat shy voice. The size of the group made her feel awkward and meek.
 
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"Name's Harley. Harley Ford. Pleased to meet you guys." Harley said, doing a lazy salute to the group with a carefree smile.
 
Ashley ran inside and plopped herself down next to Demi with a frown on her face and her arms crossed.

"Demi, why didn't you wait for me?" She moaned, pouting at him.
 
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The doors swung open, and a tall, thin young man entered. Gio normally kept some sort of animated creature with him to at least carry his things. But for the sake of first impressions, he'd elected to wait a bit before he broke out the magic tricks. Lord knew he already looked different. He wasn't exactly ugly. But he had tells that might be noticed. His bright green eyes were slitted like a snakes. And when he spoke, if one was very perceptive, they might notice that he had fangs, and his tongue was forked.

"Are you the other mercenaries?" He asked. He had a faint accent. Perhaps from one of the European* colonies? "I'm Gio. Gio Rando. Quite the task, no?"

((*He's descended from whatever Europeans came to Mars. Dunno if there are colonies that have mostly Europeans on them.))
 
"More people, huh.." Birdie mumbled, starting towards the corner of the room. She pulled out something from her pocket, and began tinkering with it. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that her right arm was completely made of metal, and though it's movements were still somewhat robotic, the arm in itself appeared to have fluid, smooth movements otherwise. She was taking caution with the piece of metal in both hands; her fingers operating in a flurry of movements, her touch careful and precise. It took the shape of a dragon, though it looked incomplete. Birdie carefully adjusted the wires in the machine's neck, fusing more pieces of metal to make it more sturdy.
 
Ashley watched as Birdie walked to the corner of the room and out of curiosity followed her. She watched with interest before speaking in her peppy voice.

"Oh haiiii! Whatchya makin'? That dragon's lookin' am-a-zing! So sturdy...what type of metal are you fusing it with?" She asked curiously.
 
"I'm making a prototype for a war machine," she explained, though her attention was focused on the machine as she began wielding the metal sheets together.

"Well, this is still only a prototype, it has quite a few errors in it.. I'm making it from Stygian iron. It's much lighter than normal steel, but it's also stronger....." She trailed off, smoothing down the newly-added layers of the metal. She took more scrap metal out of her pocket, beginning to shape it to look like a bat wing.
 
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((Ben, leave the world building to me, okay?))

"Okay, this everyone?" Harley announced, taking out her invite. Seeing no one else coming in, Harley began to walk to the receptionist in the lobby.

"We're here to see Mr. Hyperion." The Rider spoke up, showing her invite. The receptionist, a bored look on her face as she chewed her gum obnoxiously, just gave Harley a gold-colored pass, which had the Hyperion emblem, which resembled a planet attached to a hammer's shaft being lifted aloft by a hand.
 
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