((Oops! Sorry about that! I was trying to make him smile .... but I guess it didn't come out right. I had forgotten about his color, since I was offline, and I don't have the new apps saved, so I'll fix that and try to make him more ... friendly-looking, I guess?

EDIT: Okay, I made some changes. He's now blue and I adjusted his face a little (bigger eyes and all that) to try and make him cuter. Not sure how else to make a monster not look like a monster. I didn't see the bellybutton part of the comment until after I had re-saved (I thought the bellybutton was cute), so if you really want it gone I'll go back and adjust it again. It's a quick fix.))

((EDIT @Isis: I know that we've described Bettit and Vakros as being "awkward looking" and "creepy looking", respectively, but I can't NOT make them cute. Didn't know whether I should draw goggles on him, so left them off.))

((Okay, thanks. He no longer looks like a monster, so you don't have to worry about that, but could you send me a picture when he doesn't have belly button? Then I can see if I like him with or without one. Okay, back to the RP.))

"Now what? The gremlin is gone, and.. Oh, right! The boss said something about a 'manager's tent'! I wonder where that is," Thought Terarr. Aloud, he said, "Can anybody direct me to the manager's tent?"

((Wow, nice picture Tevokkia! Hanaphs must really be happy with all that green. Just for that, I'm going to make an IC post! Also, I think that green devlite is called a Yesman. Or something. Unless he's special.))

"Oh, c'mon! What construct?" Hanaphs pleaded.
"You really are dull..." The devlite mocked. "See the frozen grimlin?"
"Yeah..."
"And see that differently-colored Mecha Knight?"
"Yes...."
"The Mecha Knight froze the Grimlin."
"Oh!" Hanaphs exclaimed, his yellow color of confusion changing to a green color of happyness. "I wan't looking." The devlite merely face-palmed. That is, if they had palms.
Hanaphs saw Rultaos leave his tent, but rather not bother him, so he would just sit and wait there, and continue to talk with his new-found friend.

Elias stared at the small devilite catiously, but it only peered up at him. "Now what? The gremlin is gone, and.. Oh, right! The boss said something about a 'manager's tent'! I wonder where that is," it murmured to itself. "Can anybody direct me to the manager's tent?"
Extremely relieved it hadnt mentioned his "recent past", Elias glanced around to maybe suggest a place for it to start looking. After a few moments, a Yesman signaled him over. "Thank goodness -.-," he sighed. "Really didnt want to get into... 'THAT' again." With the strange little guy gone, Elias decided to continue exploring. Med tents, residential huts... and... a giant jelly cube??? He decided to claim the large block as a figment of his ethereal visions... "I must not be fully awake yet 0.o"
At last he came across a repair tent. "AHA," he exclaimed as he barged right on in, "I feel right at home already!" a few gremlins were scattered around, hovering over fried circuitry. "Whoa, what happened here?" He paced over to 1 of the empty work benches, a few of the circuit boards strewn across it.
1 of the gremlins took notice of the deep blue enigma and, not out of fear, but curiosity, came over to monitored him in case he was up to something.
Elias reached around and snatched up a few of the tools, and out of his little side-pouch produced a jewelers lens, of all things, and settled in to inspect the chip carefully. ~Looks like a massive EMP went through here~ Moments later he was at his work, making meticulous welds and wire connections on the striped green surface. At length, he threw back his head in triumphant jubilee; his work was complete! The gremlins were all startled, for a phantoms laugh, even a joyful 1, isnt exactly pleasant. Elias whirled around to find the source of the terrored whimpers. ":/ Was it something i said?... anyway, which mech does this go to? Im guessing its 1 of the lumbers over there, considering its size and simplicity." The mechanics seemed to loosen up at the innocence in the specter's voice and pointed to a Redward at the far end.
As Elias connected the last of the wires into the back hatch, loud grinding and whirring stirred within the mech, and its sensors soon glowed to life. It balanced itself on its ram arm and took its time positioning itself upright to stand before them all. None of the gremlins had completed this same task, but the phantom had done it in just short of an hour; the creatures were intrigued by the mechanical ability of the blue auraed thing. "Who are you, anyway?" they asked.
Elias only then realized he was being watched. o_o' "Uuhh, no one, Im nobody, dont mind me heheheheh," he spluttered as he tripped backward over another of the work tables. ~Heheh, being dead doesnt exactly make my social skills any better either -.-'~ The Redward clunked over to Elias and gave him a light, appreciative jolt on the hand for reviving it. "Ah, no worries there, Tanks, just doin my job." 1 of the gremlins corrected him, claiming it was called Subject 13, or something. ~Aww, what kinda name is that.~ "Just between you and me, I think Ima just call you Tanks, k?" Elias may not have ever had any good people skills, but he always found talking to mechs was easy.
Now that he thought about it, dead or alive, it was still good to be back to the work he loved.

(asked tev about the fixing thing, so im guessing thats ok, but ima leave it to windsickle to adopt the new name fully or not, after all, he did say that subject 13 may just be a temporary name)

((Um... I have another suggestion for Terarr. Could you make his straps like a dark grey, so it looks like they once where black, and maybe change his pack to gray. Could you also change the color of the materials Terarr is holding? That would be really nice.))

((Can't play until someone tells me what the paper says.))

((YAYZ!!!))

Corpser looked around the Arcade as memories flashed into his mind. He shook them off, turned to Rez and the others. "Oh, I gotta go to Emberlight."
"Are you stupid? They won't let you through!"
Crap, Corpser thought. Stupid Warden!
"Oh, I've got some friends to meet there..."
"We're your only friends..."
He was failing.
"New friends... They're new friends."
"But you suck at making frien-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Rez jumped back at the sudden change in his friends voice. "Jeez, Mat, calm down. Okay, okay, go to Emberlight."
"Thank you."
Corpser/Mat started towards the lift and plotted a course to Gremlin Outcast City. "Bettit should be there...", He said to himself menacingly.
"Who's that?", Rez asked.
"Ugh..."

((Eh, It seems the briefing is beginning, I guess... Should I just make up an NPC to give me instructions to go to the briefing now?))

((Sorry about not posting for so long, but the forums are kinda messed up; for a while I haven't been able to actually enter the forums. But I just recently figured out I could get here by manually putting the URL of the Treasure Vault. I think this is whats going on, if I am just completely lost I will change it..))

Scharr

*Message recieved

--All units are to meat at the designated location in one hour.

Scharr was worried by the fact that all units were going to the same meeting. That meant something very big was going to go on, something you usually don't want mere minutes after you walk in. He decided that given the nature of their organization it was probably another combat mission; most of the other matters were decided by the upper ranking members behind closed tent-flaps. He hadn't actually fought anyone in a while, so he decided to head over to the combat training area and warm up his laser-beam.

There were various targets set up at distances ranging from ten feet to five-hundred, or so his laser distance readings told him, many of which were moving. Some of them had shields, some had small paintball guns that would fire back. He walked up to the director of the exercise and requested to have a round.

"Well, you see that big mark right there in the middle?" The pit boss pointed over to a red X on painted on the ground. Scharr nodded in reply. "You're gonna want to stand right there and only there; moving outside that spot will disqualify you. The targets will all be activated and you will have 60 seconds to disable them. This is primarily an exercise in minimizing collateral damage, understood? Come back here for your score when you are done."

Scharr stepped up to the X and saw the judges step behind a large, thick glass pane. Why would they possibly need glass that thick--

Before he could finish his thought, a paintball whizzed from somewhere in the field and struck him flat on the shoulder. It had much more fore than he had expected, not enough to do any damage, but it still fired his damage receptors. I suppose I will want to be avoiding those...

The next forty seconds where a blur of ducking, jumping, firing, cloaking, and various other combat mechanics to keep the enemies under control. Then, with fifteen seconds to go, he shot the last target. It was eerily silent compared to the cacophony of sound that had preceded. Too quiet...

Suddenly and without warning, thirty more targets sprung up and started firing, intermixed with friendlies. One of those friendlies was a knight.

Oh no...

*System override
--Spiralian detected
|course of action; eliminate at all costs

Scharr could not control it. He simply went berserk, and he felt the feeling of self control slipping away as his internal code kicked in. It activated his laser at max power, the charge sending wailing frequencies through the air. When it went off, the one judge foolish enough not to look down was blinded for several minutes.

Exhausted, Scharr fell to the ground amid a cloud of smoke, produced when his attack vaporized the grass around him.

"What in the Core's name was that, soldier!?" The director was obviously in a state of rage, yelling at everyone near him to start fixing the broken, smoking heap that had been the training exercise. "You could have killed someone -- or worse, killed me -- if you had been facing the wrong direction! You are going to regret that, regret it I tell you!" But Scharr was already walking away, back to the recharge tent. The irate, selfish little Pit Boss would stop caring in a few minutes and had no power to stop him anyway.

However, regardless of how calm and composed he appeared on the outside, internally Scharr was shaken to his center. He hadn't been subjected to that sort of situation since... well, it was horrible. He once again cursed the gremlins that made him, something that had become routine in his life. He needed to find a good Gremlin mechanic, and it had better be before he saw another knight.

Bettit watched Vakros' reaction to her story ... he apparently didn't know what to say. That was okay with her, though; he obviously had other things on his mind. She couldn't help but wonder what they were, but if he felt like telling her at some point, he would.

"Don't worry about this phantom, he'll forget soon enough, and if does go after you... glasses can make some great bombs."

Bettit burst out laughing at the mender's comment, and gave him a lopsided grin when her giggles had subsided. "I hope you're right, 'cause I'm out of spectacles. Otherwise I'd be able to see past an arm's length."

When next Vakros spoke, Bettit's smile turned warmer and a bit more sober. "It was nice to have a friend to tell it to ..." she answered softly, trailing off. The mender's mind seemed to be elsewhere, and studying his face, Bettit could tell that 'elsewhere' was not a happy place. She reached over and put a hand on his, smiling up at him reassuringly; she didn't know what he was thinking, but he had showed her earlier in the day that it was good to have someone there when you were done thinking it.

((At this point, any Renegade (or faux Renegade) who has not heard of the meeting already should probably be hearing about it in their next post or two- it will save time vs. the GMs having to send NPCs to officially summon everyone. If anyone feels like they really need an NPC, let us know.

... this is shorter than I had originally thought it would be.

EDIT @Isis, below: HATS!!!!))

Terarr finished his traps. "Oh, no!" he cried, then he noticed that it never started. "It has been an hour, right?" He wondered. There was no way to tell what time it was in this place. In the devilite city that Terarr had lived, there was clocks everywhere, to help the devilites that had to work know when to end their brakes, when to start their brakes, and other things like that. But there was nothing like that here. Terarr sighed. He felt lonely here, with no friends. In fact, nobody seemed to even notice him. "I'm not THAT small, am I?" He asked himself. He looked around. Everybody seemed to know everybody else. Some where chatting, some where sitting together, some where... Terarr sighed again, much longer this time. "Is it because I'm a devilite? That they think I have no time?" He tried not to cry. Maybe he shouldn't have come. At home, not many really where his friends, but he knew if it was safe to trap them, here he didn't WANT to trap them. He wanted to have a good first impression. That must be it. Someone here knew him and told everybody not to have ANYTHING to do with him. Terarr felt a tear swelling up in his eye. He wiped it away before anybody saw him. He looked brave in case somebody did see him, that way, they would have to believe that they where just seeing things. He stood up, to make himself look bigger, then plopped down again. He moved over to a small bush and sat on it. He pulled the paper back out and read it over, and over, and over again to take his mind off his misery, but it didn't work. He put the paper back and sat, looking off into space ((Well, the ceiling)), thinking about the fun he had back at home. He was to sad to disguise it, though.

((We already have a lot of gremlins, so if you could clean up your app to be just the Vog and please choose whichever gender you would be most comfortable playing well, and I or another mod will take another look at it. Please also type your app as though you would a post so we can get a good idea of what to expect. Thank you!))

((You're certainly welcome to post an application!))

((Wow, thats pretty coincidental, doncha think Tev, we see Remi ingame and suddenly he/she's on trying for the 'Gades.))
When Bettit reached out and rested her hand on his, Vakros was jolted out of bad memories. He looked up from his beloved wrench, and saw Bettit's toothy grin, and smiled back, with true warmth.
"Listen, speaking of stories... well I have something to tell you."
His face grew a bit more serious, more grim. "When I was really little, barely old enough to squeak, my parents disappeared. I'll never know what happened to them, but they were probably mugged and murdered in one of the shadier parts of the Colony. I never really knew them to be seerius. Anyways, I was sent to my uncle, who was part of this gang, the Azures. It started off REALLY bad... and well, I don't want to talk about it."
His face contorted in pain as memories resurfaced. "I got picked by the Order for some special mission, and was able to hightail it back to Haven from there. Worked with Vise for a bit. About a cycle later I found out that the Azure got crushed by the COs, and I really didn't care."
Suddenly his eyes lit up. "And Vise told me about the Renegades, and since then I've became one of the directors of Medical work here." There was a slight pause, and then he quick murmered. "They taught me to be ruthless Bettit, they told me that the weak didn't survive. I make it so that the weak DO survive."

((Yup. In discussion with the other mods on the new apps now, actually.))

"Listen, speaking of stories... well, I have something to tell you."

Bettit leaned forward a bit with her listening face on, her brow furrowing and her features taking on an expression of purest sympathy as Vakros related his tale. When he mentioned how bad things had been and how he didn't want to talk about that part, she scooted over to sit next to him and draped her arm over his shoulders in what she hoped was a comforting gesture.

As the mender finished his story, Bettit turned to hug him warmly- he seemed to need it. "I'm so sorry," she murmured. "You're a good guy. And ... thanks for telling me. It means a lot that you would trust me with that."

She pulled back a little to smile at him, hoping to cheer him up a bit, when one of the smaller devilites dashed into the grassy spot. It cleared its throat, looking a little embarrassed, although the young gremlin was at a loss as to why.

"Ahem ... hate to inturrupt, but there's a general meeting in the common area in a bit less than an hour," it said, then dashed off in a flustered sort of fashion. Bettit could see it stopping to inform someone else of the meeting: there seemed to be several of the little guys spreading the word.

"I guess we should go to that?" she asked, turning back to Vakros after having watched the messenger dart out of sight. "Our own mission was supposed to be quiet, so it couldn't be about that, could it?"

((Anyone can have one of the devilite messengers come and get them and/or the extras/npcs they're with. Xplad, I know Snarp still needs informed, and they can pop into the mechanic's tent to let Elias and the grems know, if you like, Treaman. I think most others either have already been informed, have other orders, or are Torx.))

Scharr

*Threat perceived
--cause; circuitry tampered
|target; phantom

Scharr stepped off the charging platform and strode towards the phantom, intent on making him pay for messing with his circuits. But he stopped a few paces away, realizing that he now among allies, not potential enemies. He had lived so long in isolation, where everyone might want to kill him, that he had nearly started to antagonize someone who might have no ill will towards him at all.

So he decided that he would go against the nature he had taught himself for so long.

"Hey you, the Phantom? Yeah. Please, don't ever mess with my internal circuitry again, that is, unless you are a certified upper level gremlin technician. Short of that... there's really nothing anyone can do for me. Oh, and there is a big meeting less than an hour, you should probably head over there soon."

Scharr walked away, ignoring whatever reply the Phantom was going to give. He had been as nice as he could take for the cycle -- it would take him a while to get reintegrated with other people.

Torx

((This is kind of just filler, because no one (including me) seems to know where he is at the moment. This probably won't have any direct impact on the story, but it will kind of give an explanation for where hes been.))

A short distance from the Renegade's Treasure Vault, there is a floor of the clockworks that has no apparent value. It is completely empty, except for a small floating island in the rough middle of the space. It contains the same foliage as the wolver dens do, but none of the wolvers. How exactly it came into existence is unknown to the Spiral Knights, but preliminary scans showed no loot on the island, so they never tried to explore it.

This made it perfect for Torx's purposes.

He sat on the edge, gazing out into the deep, rich blue of the spherical sky. The artificial sun beamed down from above, but it wasn't hot. It all seemed so real, so real that Torx could almost believe there weren't walls out there.

He came here often, as the complete silence and isolation allowed him to think in peace. At the moment, he was thinking about Uret.

For as austere he had tried to be in front of Bettit, he still felt a deep sorrow over Uret's fate. He often relived that day, when they came to take him away and kill all the witnesses. If they had come in just a moment later though...

The lab had been especially busy that day. Gremlin scientists, engineers, technicians, programmers, and researchers of all fields scurried to and fro, trying not to trample on too many feet as they did so. Uret and Torx were standing in the Historical Research wing, where gremlins searched though ancient texts, looking for clues to this or that. Fortunately, it was much quieter with everyone reading.

"Torx, really, just take it! I don't know why you won't believe me."

"Because your theory is ridiculous. It is based on a book that is only partially complete, and the complete chapters of which are considered apocryphal by even the most fanatical ones in here. Why is it that you are so interested in this Key? What is so important about it?"

"Look... We have been through this already, several times in fact. I have proof that the book is legitimate, the others are just stuck in their traditions. This, its the key to the our salvation! Without it, we are doomed to become like the Almirians and the Luminites... lost empires with only undead or even merely stories to remember them by! Do you want that to happen to the Colony, Torx? C'mon, just hold it for a second. Then you will understand."

Torx was about to reluctantly take it from him, when the wall burst in and the Crimson Order started to attack everyone. When they saw Uret, they rushed over and grabbed him, dragging him out. A split second before he was out of sight, he yelled, "Torx! Find the other box, it's with little Bet!"

His reminiscing was interrupted by a very slight whisper in the back of his mind. He knew from experience that this was a sign of the Void acting up in him, but he was at his most peace, why now? Did the memory of Uret's abduction bother him that much? No, it had never caused this before, so what was it?

And then he understood.

"Well, if it isn't old Torx! Still resisting I see. Ever so foolish, I tell you."

Torx cursed himself silently before replying. "Deleoban, what an absolute pleasure it is to see you. It hasn't replaced you yet, I see?" He knew the only way out of this was to be confident and commanding.

"I see you still hate us as ever. How quaint, how random, that a single day can ruin a lifetime. You were so close, Torx, so close. But no, you just HAD to be at the lab that day, and you just HAD to begrudge us for that. Such promise, why, you could had all the fame and glory you wanted!"

Torx knew to act unfazed by this, although he was quite angered. "Fame? Glory? All you bloodthirsty monsters want is to slaughter and assimilate. You are a curse to the Gremlin name, the bane of life itself."

"Must I remind you, that you yourself are not entirely untouched by this 'curse'?"

Torx stood up and spun to face him. "Why are you here, Deleoban? Did it send you to kill me? If so, be done with it. I can no longer fight. Are you simply wanting to mock me? Mock me because you were always one step better than me? Because I could never best you in a fight? I looked up to you. You were the reason I trained so hard, studied so hard, worked my furry little fingers off, even though you had not a good fiber in your being. But I didn't know that. You almost cost me my existence. Instead, you only cost me half of it. Do you know how painful it is, to have half of your self torn away, ripped from your very consciousness? Unbearable. For months I wished I was dead. But I held on, knowing that I had to stop you and the Void, before it was too late."

A little surprised at his own tirade, Torx stood back in submission of his fate, be it death or otherwise.

"Quite to the contrary, I am not here to kill you at all. No, I am here to deliver a message that if you act against us, there are much worse things than death." At this, Deleoban reached up and put his finger on Torx's forehead. The Void part of him jumped suddenly, advancing another half-inch across his body.

A searing, flaming agony ripped through Torx as another shred of his mind was drawn into the Void's clutches. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain like he never had before.

"Let that serve as a warning." Deleoban slipped into the shadows, leaving Torx sobbing and moaning on the grass.

((I suppose that ended up being more than filler, huh?))

((Okay, what's happened since your last post:

*Elias finally got to wake up, and ended up in the mech tent, fixing Subject 13 and helping the gremlin techs fix whatever other constructs were able to be repaired after the gremlin traitor set off the EMP, or whatever that was. He has personally dubbed 13 "Tanks." (#410, since it's the post that concerns your char most) Your character wasn't expressly moved from the tent, so I am assuming he was present when Scharr delivered the message that there was to be a general meeting.

*Fridge got his instructions that the massive assault was a no-go and to send a bunch of people on diplomatic missions to Moorcroft, Emberlight, and Haven in order to get some help for the diversion project and has made plans to speak to the sources of his conflicting orders. NPC Dagren was introduced - the gremlin Fridge accidentaly fried on page 1 or 2 - in order to have a mechanic on staff for the Haven mission.

*Rultaos made plans to head for the Firestorm Citadel on his own mission, and informed Hanaphs that he was to go, too. Once Rultaos returned to his hibernation to wait for his reply for the Citadel, Hanaphs gossiped with a devilite.

*Scharr did some practicing before the meeting, which ended badly when Knights were used in the training exercise, and ended up in the mechanic's tent to recharge. He did not appreciate Elias peeking into his circuitry.

*Terarr bumped around a bit before getting orders to hit the meeting ground, where he made some traps for later use. Meanwhile, Bettit and Vakros told each other sad stories, which ended up looking awkward in front of a devilite messenger, and Snarp finally found out about the meeting.

*Outside the Treasure Vault, Tickafir has observed toxic lichens where perhaps there ought to be none, and Corpser (still possessing the Knight) has decided to go to Emberlight. Torx has been reminiscing on another island in the post directly above you.

I think that's everyone? No action from Gasgar in that time, or the Defiler, obviously.))

((EDIT @Necroterra: I sent you an in-game PM.))

(( also edited my story: Typed up and ready, but i might use "guy" even though the gals a girl: Tear reporting :D

Name: Unknown but you call her tear.
Race: A type of vog, but instead of fire, shock
Gender: girl
Personality: always a bit shy, but if you become a friend I end up talking to long. Loyal to the limits. Doesn’t over estimate herself, but is quite strong when enraged. Mischievous a bit
Appearance: White and sleek, but still a vog. The bolt of fire is now electricity. Small-crystallized tears of electricity can be found in his fur.
Equipment: Shocking retractable claws (again, like the fang of vog, but electric). And a kind of Trojan blast (Trojan blast: attack up and shocks players to close) but with more chance of shock, and speed up instead.
Skills: Agile, quick thinking guy.
Biography: (I don’t know any of this:) Was a normal vog until he had an accident with a large pack of Volt-tails. His fur went white, and his fire was extinguished but replaced with a bolt of lightning accidentally by the alphas. He was then fostered by some gremlins, in-till he found out all they wanted to do was clone him and experiment on him. He heard the word chimera every now and then. He ran away, practically ruining the lab he smashed so many things, but now he’s heard that the chimera has been made.
Additional facts: tend to find out the unpleasant truth e.g. why my parents abandoned me. Sometimes eats unstable jelly cores, rock cores and ‘Zee cores’ where he can find them. When he eats an unstable core, he can blow a big Smokey cloud, like a smoke bomb.
Suggestions: N/A
Seal of the Rebellion: T.C.R.

OK, that’s that, but if you let me in, thank you. As my other thing said, will read the story just to find my way in and ease my self to tense etc. I write short spiral knight stories, so this should be a blast. Ninjaja is my spiral knight’s wiki page; I have some very short storys on it. my user page: http://wiki.spiralknights.com/User:Ninjaja. The last thing i have to say is the controling thing: Reply for me i'm fine with, but use my characteristics. Tear out.))
(( edit: what tense is used? are you your guy/gal or do you say: Tear walked into the meeting area. This was her first time and she was early. Etc. Etc. or I walked into the meeting area. Iwas early, so i lay in the sun... etc. etc.))

((You can use ether. I'm no mod, but I do know this. A mod said something about somewhere on this topic. Yea I don't know where, I admit :\ , but I do know that it's fine ether way.))

((To Tearninja and Remilia: Thank you both for applying to the roleplay. After some discussion between the mods, we've decided to accept Remalia this time, as we only have on slot open. Tearninja, we do appreciate your going to so much effort to clean up your application, and it does look much better than it initially did, so if we lose a player or Azure decides to add another slot when he returns from his hiatus, we'll let you know. Thanks again.))

((Remilia: It may take a bit of time to get Netlom introduced, as we're all in our base of operations right now, but some people will be leaving on various missions soon and we'll see about sending someone through an area she would be frequenting. If you haven't already, you might want to read back a few pages at the least to get an idea of the other characters.))

((Necroterra: Next time we talk, remind me to ask you about someone's backstory. I had forgotten when we spoke earlier and he asked me about it just after you left.))

((Windsickle: You're welcome! It was quite a long time ago (November? December?) and Dagren didn't actually get a name until this last week. XD))

Fridge walked to the central tent in the treasure vault. It was the place where the highest ranking members of the Renegades met and planned. If anywhere, Torx and Rultaos should be somewhere in the area. He entered the tent and took a look around. There were various Renegades running here and there, various species carrying messages or transporting supplies. However, Fridge did not see any sign of either of the Renegades he had wanted to talk to.

"Is there a problem little one?" a gentle voice asked him

In surprise, Fridge turned around, and found himself faceplate-to-face with the one who had started it all: Takun himself. The tall stranger seemed amused at the mecha knight's reaction, and let out a soft chuckle.
"No need to be frightened." He said in a calming tone. "Now... is there something you wanted?"

Fridge was a bit humbled to be in front of their leader himself, but he mustered up his courage and began to talk.
"I am searching for either Rultaos or Torx. Please, are either of them here?" Fridge stated in his artificial voice.

Takun reached up a long robed arm and scratched his chin in thought.
"I have not seen Torx in a while. Rultaos is currently occupied with his own matters and will soon depart for the Firestorm Citadel with that Slag Guard... Hanaphs it was I believe."

Fridge sagged a bit in disappointment. It looked like he wouldn't be receiving any clarification on his orders anytime soon. Takun noticed this and came up with a small suggestion.
"I was going to announce this myself, but how about you do the honors?" From within his robes, he retrieved a scroll. "Within this are the mission details me and Rultaos agreed upon. I am confident you can give the rest of the Renegades their assignments."

Fridge was a bit at a loss for words to be honest. Staring at the list he had been given, he wondered if he was truly up to the task. However, he did not want to disappoint Takun, and accepted the scroll.
"Very good. I'll now be taking my leave, good luck with your mission!" Takun called over his shoulder as he shuffled away deeper into the tent somewhere.

---000---

Fridge arrived at the Renegades meeting spot. Already many of the Renegades were gathered, and were waiting around for the announcements they had been summoned for. A few looked curiously at the strange Cryo Knight as he stepped up to the podium that had been set-up and began to quiet down. Fridge opened the scroll, and set his voice synthesizer to a louder volume setting.

"Attention all Renegades!" He started.
"A new set of missions have been decided upon, and we have selected the Renegades to accomplish them.

First off, Commander Rultaos and the Slag Guard Hanaphs will be leaving to the Firestorm Citadel on a private mission and will thus be unavailable for a while.

Next, we have a recon team, who will observe and keep track of and observe the happenings at the Gremlin Grand Palace. For this, the Phantom Elias and the Quicksilver Snarps have been chosen, although more members may be accepted if they volunteer.

After that, there are diplomatic missions to both Moorcroft and Emberlight to attempt to recruit more allies. A volunteer Devilite is needed ((Ebilbuny, this is your cue!)), and will be accompanied by both the Konjuring Kat when he recovers, alongside the attendant Mialii ((This is Tevokkia's NPC))
To Emberlight, the Gremlins Vakros and Bettit have been selected.

Finally, on a mission to Haven itself, the constructs "Fridge" (Hey, that's me! Fridge noted), the Lumber known as "Test Subject 13" and Scharr have been selected, and will be accompanied by the Gremlin mechanic Dagren and a representative of the Spiral Order. If any of those selected have issues with these commands, please visit the main tent to tell your complaint."

Fridge closed the scroll and looked at the crowd expectantly.

---Meanwhile---

"My life sucks." groaned Dagren, head between his hands as he heard his mission assignment.

((Alright, there is the mission plan so far, if any of you have questions, don't hesitate to ask!))

Snarp strained to process what the Cryo Knight was saying. Not expecting much, Snarp was brought to attention upon hearing its name. It appeared that it was part of a reconnaissance mission along with a Phantom by the name of Elias. This would be interesting. Snarp decided the best thing to do would be to find this phantom it was grouped with and discuss a plan, as well as keep on the watch for any other creature that volunteered for the team. With the potential to do great harm to each other, Snarp hoped this alliance worked out well. Whoever thought up the assignments was obviously banking on the Phantom's ability to become nearly invisible and the quicksilver's ability to...well... get away fast, the quicksilver supposed? Snarp realized that a single stray spark could blow their cover and probably get them killed. The quicksilver resolved to stay in polyp form so as to not be affected by shock based hazards, as polyps strangely weren't affected by their natural element.
((So Tev, will we be invited to a briefing or just be told our objective and whatnot?))

Terarr looked around when he was done "Daydreaming"(More like remembering), and saw that the meeting was about to start. "I hope I'm recruited for something!" He thought urgently, "Oh, how I want to DO something!" Then a construct walked up to the "pulpit" (Or whatever it is). "Oh, no!" He cried, "It's the construct I bumped into earlier!" The construct went through the things that need to be done. "I think I'll sign up for the recon." He said to himself. The construct went on, telling about a mission to Moorcraft and Emberlight. "I KNOW I'm not going to Emberlight. Not my thing." The construct told the audience of the people recruited for those missions "...A volunteer Devilite is needed..." the construct said. "Oh, I'm going to Moorcraft! This is going to be so fun!" aloud he said, "I'll go there!" but nobody heard him. "Oh well, I'll volunteer after the meeting." When the meeting was over, Terarr went to the construct. "May I volunteer for going to Moorcraft?" he asked him.

((you guys are doin' pretty good here. ok, im not being very active, but im not inactive, i just dont have anything important to do, and every time i log in, i have to re-enter the confirmation code, which means i have to log into my email, which refuses to stay logged in. so i'll start posting when you guys get to emberlight, or if something else happens. Cave Johnson, we're done here))