CBN whatever: Mikkau Demark (I)

Mikkau Demark (Present)
Psuedoclass: Science Ninja [True Neutral, generally swayed towards Lawful Good - simply not enough to shift alignment]
300/300 PT

ST : 8 [-20]
DX : 12 [20]
IQ : 14 [45]
HT : 11 [10]
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WIL: 19 [25]
PER: 15 [5]
SPD: 5.75
HI : 6'0.5''
WT : 150 lb.
Appearance: Average
Wealth Modifier: Average
Reputation: N/A
Right-handed [0]

Advantages:
Absolute Direction 3D [10]
Combat Reflexes [15]
Damage Resistance L3 (Rare - Sonic elements, bone structure) [3]
Eidetic Memory [5]
Enhanced Move (Air) [20]
Flight [40]
Gadgeteer [25]
Talent (Mathematical Ability, L2) [20]
Unfazeable [15]

Disadvantages:
Addiction (somewhat devout cigarette smoker) [-5]
Callous [-5]
Guilt Complex [-5]
Insomniac [-10]
Loner [-5]
Post-Combat Trauma [-5]
Trickster [-15]
Unique [-5]
Weirdness Magnet [-15]
Wounded (left ankle) [-5]
Workaholic [-5]

Skills:
KMV Common (English, presumably) [0]
Acting (18) [16]
Aerobatics (13) [8]
Connoiseur (Music, 10) [0]
Current Affairs (Politics/TL5(+3), 14) [1]
Cryptography (12/TL5(+3)) [1]
Cryptography (10/TL8) [0]
Diplomacy (16) [12]
Expert Skill (Conspiracy Theory, 11) [0]
Fast-Talk (18) [16]
Filch (13) [4]
First Aid (12) [0]
Flight (13) [8]
Forgery (13/TL8) [2]
Gambling (15) [4]
Holdout (14) [2]
Hypnotism (Will-based, 14) [0]
Intelligence Analysis (14/TL5(+3)) [4]
Lockpicking (13/TL5(+3)) [1]
Merchant (12) [0]
Mind Block (17) [0]
Naturalist (Earthlike, 9) [0]
Observation (14) [4]
Persuade (17) [0]
>Suggest (15) [0]
>Sway Emotions (11) [0]
Pickpocket (13) [8]
Psychology (11) [0]
Running (11) [2]
Savoir-Faire (High Society, 15) [2]
Shadowing (13) [1]
Sleight of Hand (12) [4]
Spear (12) [0]
Staff (14) [8]
Stealth (14) [8]
Streetwise (16) [8]
Survival (11) [0]
Urban Survival (15) [2]
Weird Science (12) [2]
Wildcard (Science!, 13) [12]
Writing (15) [4]

Science Ninja. Like Gadgeteer Genius, but more neutral.
... I really want to know what exactly happened between the end of Prismatic proper and the now, considering.
I also have a pre-Prismatic variant sheet, who has 100% less Weirdness Magnet and with the flyings and 100% more irritating Duty and Security Clearance! Gasp. Amazing.

IH: Perihelion - Day 1

Chapter 01 - Exodus

She tapped her fingers against the mildly chilly external window idly, staring out of it at the black void as far as she could before it faded out into a vague grey. "I'm not going to ask you anymore... why is the Central Administration so interested in me? What have I done?"

The single red eye stared serenely back. "That is not your business. ... Yet. The local commander will alert you to your purpose at earliest convenience."

"You do know that I have a legal basis for complai--" she began in turn, before a large explosion stopped her voice mid-sentence, throwing her abruptly into the window as opposed to being cliche-edly thrown into the other side of the room due to the seatbelts present in the majority of Berdit-class ships.

Lasers or plasma bolts or whatever they were flew by her window. She had already become rather possessive of the window, for that matter, as she pushed away the android who had attempted to get a better look in favor of leaning closer to the glass surface herself. After a few seconds of what passed for a glare on that particular mode of unfeeling metallic head, the robot rushed back out into the hallway.

She simply ended up staring out of the window once more, this time at the opposing ship. It seemed to predominantly be painted green and a vague dark grey shade which almost matched the faded aether surrounding it—not a scheme she was immediately familiar with. Another set of beam... objects flew past the window, this time finding impact on the end of the engine room. The response from the ship's autonomics was a predictable and immensely loud click, instantly followed by a loud whining alarm burst.

Evacuate immediately... 00. 05. 58 estimated until main reentry begins.

She leapt from the seat as the door of the cell room clanged open with a ... clang, followed by the noise of about five more troop robots rushing down the hall outdoors. Rapidly she followed them in turn, glancing at the signs posted on each hatch she passed.

A female, perfectly and oddly calm voice echoed across the PA system: "We have a little problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence... and then explode..."

She finally found what she was seeking, a single hatch prominently labeled something along the lines of 'emergency' and 'pod hold usable'. As she was in what was evidently classed as a science fiction story, aboard a mildly exploding space ship, anything involving an emergency escape pod seemed preferable to staying aboard said space ship. A few seconds' worth of twisting a strangely intricate series of knobs and so on later, the door opened, revealing an evidently equally intricate series of mostly-blinking lights in the midst of a cone-like pod. In a flying leap she cleared the back of the one chair in the craft, landing somewhat awkwardly before straightening her posture and breaking a typical guard of unusually thin glass above a fairly large red button, which she promptly slammed the side of her fist down upon to send the pod flying safely away from the actual craft, as it began plummeting towards another part of the planet below ...

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The blunt-bodied cone managed a bit more epic firey descent before it finally corkscrewed into the scattered patches of sand and grass beneath, leaving a trail of upturned dirt mixing sand and topsoil behind it. Its one seat gyrated in place as rapidly as possible, which happened to be not quite rapidly enough, leaving her just un-dizzy enough to slam down another green button (matching the red one previously mentioned in a general sort of way) and open the door before quite effectively collapsing out of the door in a state describable at best as semi-conscious.

Beyond that point, the next few... units of time sort of blurred in much the same manner that sleep did, absent closed eyes for the majority and with closed eyes for a minor period of time towards the end. Upon reopening them, she concluded that this period of time had been for the most part just long enough for a fighter to somehow have landed within ten yards without reawakening her.

Also, long enough for a gun barrel to be pointed at her head, currently within about ten inches of her face, also without awakening her. It was almost perfectly utilitarian, entirely of the typical matte gray plastic-metal combination of which Central Administration firearms had been made until about three months ago. Only its handle seemed to have changed, evidently modified to have a better-looking and evidently well-varnished grip made of a dark red wood. On this grip rested a gloved left hand.

... which belonged to a (vaguely familiar) figure leaning against a rock, his right hand supporting his head in a way which suggested he would have gone to sleep if she had just waited for about five more minutes. She would have muttered something sufficiently disparaging if she had not felt threatened enough by the gun barrel to remain silent.

The figure sighed, shifting back onto his feet while keeping the gun leveled at her in a predictably experienced manner. "Soooo here we are then, and I'm not even sure why everyone is so deeply intrigued by your existence but they are, and so if you would just come with me without actually doing anything as deeply stupid as I get the impression you would given half a chance..." He paused. "Oh. The name's Lowen, lady. Sarisa Zoness, I presume."

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere." Sarisa said.

"Purple hair, red eyes, yeah. It's pretty distinctive." He nodded, evidently deciding she was nonthreatening for the moment and lowering the gun. "So, coming?"

"Out of curiosity, how would I have gotten off this particular rock without aid?"

"That would have been your problem." Lowen said, turning to the fighter and beginning to walk. Sarisa followed at a medium level of distance.

[a/n] Yes, I did name a ship class the Berdit. I should give it a design. Eventually.