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When Ghalt had said he had gotten the Rogues to join their cause, Deande hadn’t known what to expect. She knew Reyna - or knew of Reyna. The woman had a reputation that any good spymistress just couldn’t ignore. ‘The Valkyrie’ was sure to be an interesting ally in their struggle against the darkness.
As it turned out, Reyna was possibly the most normal of all the Rogues Deande would be working with.
Orendi was of a race only referenced to in footnotes. A lesser known planet with a half formed culture that was sucked up by the war before it had time to even discover industry. The Varimorphs could apparently, with time, change their physiology. They could grow extra limbs, eyes, orifices, even add artificial addition to themselves, like knives or magnets.
Or, in Orendi’s case, high fire power and extremely lethal weaponry.
The woman - Deande assumed she was of age, but really had no way to be certain - had four limbs, each with a laser turret embedded within the palm (she didn’t know whether it was for aesthetics or functionality, but Orendi made the turret’s look like eyes. Which was strange, since she was fairly certain the Varimorph couldn’t actually see out of them...right?) If the the rapid fire of eye lasers wasn’t enough, Orendi also had access to some form of mystic power (Magic with a ‘k’ the varimorph had called it) which swathed enemies on the battlefield with dark flames.
Orendi was also certifiably mentally unstable. Her actions on the battlefield could best be described as nothing more than sadistic and chaotic, as she left death and destruction in her wake while laughing maniacally and sobbing uncontrollably.
Toby was an Aviant, much like Benedict, except that he was a penguin and he could probably fit in the Peackeeper’s boot. Rejected by the UPR for well...’being too cute’ Toby created a death machine and hitched in with the Rogues. ‘The ‘Berg’ as he liked to call it, was equipped with all the latest in UPR killing technology, including mines, railguns, lasers, and force fields. Toby was an engineer to be reckoned with, apparently.
Deande had highlighted Ghalt’s warning not to call him cute, or any variant of.
Shayne and Aurox were...were...
Well, Deande didn’t know what a sixteen year old girl was doing with an omnidimetional horror attached at her waist. She didn’t know what said girl had done to bind Aurox to her. They seemed to have a strained relationship at best, so Deande’s first guess was that Aurox wasn’t exactly willing to the companionship. Either way, they were effective on the battlefield - with Shayne’s backstreet knowledge of how to wield a weapon and Aurox’s cosmic powers, they were truly a force to be reckoned with.
Lastly, but surely not least, there was Whiskey Foxtrot.
Deande had stared at his name for a while before opening the file Ghalt had sent her. It just seemed so...peculiar. She supposed that was a bit hypocritical of her. He was a defective Mike clone - the last of his eradicated batch, apparently. That was impressive in and of itself. The man had lived longer than most clones could claim - Oscar Mike included. He was a survivor, and Whiskey had the proper bloodthirsty skill set to back it up.
Intriguing.
Deande would have to go out and give them all a proper greeting - Ghalt had said that they should be getting their quarters ready within Nova soon. Maybe she would track them down then.
Closing her holoscreen and stepping out of stealth, Deande shoved the blade of her war fan into the skull of a meandering Varelsi.
“Point B is secure, Thorn. Have you and Montana taken care of point A?”
There was a burst of static, then a deep voice came on that most definitely wasn’t Thorn’s.
“Uh...Point A is secure, D. Thorn’s a bit...busy at the moment.” Montana stated. Deande raised an eyebrow.
“Busy?” she queried.
“Yeah. She’s putting the Vareli corpses on pikes.”
Deande sighed.
“Well, tell her when she is done to meet me and Rath back at the transport. The Rogues are coming in today and I want to meet them.”
“Will do D. See you soon.”
With a flick of her fan, the Spymistress disappeared.