avec: Drax, Foreman Jo'ones, XJ-47, les assistants, Githkins
Ce que Foreman Joaones avait décidé de faire à lui-même était à la fois dégoûtant et impressionnant. Peut-être qu'elle avait été un peu trop émotive ce matin. Bien que le Foreman avait été ingrat peut-être cette offrande de ses membres pour son sac à main serait un moyen de commencer avec une ardoise --clean. La vraie réponse l'avait surprise, mais elle était heureuse. Son instinct avait été correct. Celui-ci serait utile peut-être pas comme elle l'avait prévu à l'origine.
Merci pour votre offre, Foreman Joones. J'espère que tu as appris ta leçon et que tu seras plus reconnaissant envers Galatec pour tout ce que nous t'avons fourni. » Elle lui a donné un clin d'œil et un sourire fulgurant, espérant que le battement de Drax n'aurait pas chassé leur interaction sans voix ce matin de son esprit. Elle n'avait aucun doute qu'il se souviendrait qu'elle avait ordonné sa mort, mais j'espère qu'il se souviendrait de ce qu'il pensait que cela aurait causé son destin.
Elle a supervisé l'interaction entre KT-25 et Shplorn mais la merde proverbiale a frappé le fan proverbial. Elle pouvait sentir l'autre présence et elle savait qu'elle devait faire capturer Shplorn et en sa présence, mais elle ne pouvait pas coordonner avec les attaques et garder le contrôle sur le rassemblement de Githkin Shplorn. Elle a laissé sa connexion s'affranchir de tout le Githkin sauf KT-25. Résistez-la avec tout ce que vous avez, je vous donne la permission de refuser ses demandes. Bats-toi autant que tu peux et amène-la-moi." Elle a laissé le lien aller et s'est tournée vers Drax. Général Drax! Va directement dans les quartiers privés du directeur comptable Shplorn et amène-la-moi tout de suite. Je n'accepterai pas l'échec comme option. Amène-la-moi maintenant.Ses yeux se rétrécissent et ses doigts s'ébranlent alors qu'elle les batte sur ses cuisses. Sa patience était partie. Complètement et complètement parti.
Elle se tourna vers les deux assistants et se prosterna. Faites envoyer les ordres dont j'ai besoin maintenant. J'ai besoin que ces membres de la famille soient rassemblés et que cette surveillance soit mise en place il y a quinze minutes. Elle se détourna des assistants et regarda Foreman Joones. Soldat, il est temps de vous montrer. Je vous demande d'aller à la gare routière et de veiller à ce que ces rebelles n'aient accès à aucun des véhicules. Je m'occuperai du groupe qui se dirige vers ce bureau. » Ruth regarda alors l'Elite Githkine qui avait donné son rapport à ses moments précédents. XJ-47, allez avec Foreman Joaones et assurez-vous qu'il est armé et blindé autant que nous le pouvons dans le temps donné. Ne les laissez pas prendre aucun des véhicules. Prenez autant de Githkin que vous avez besoin que vous trouvez le long du chemin.
Elle n'était pas sur le point de laisser ces argots profiter du chaos. Son esprit resterait concentré et une fois qu'elle aurait traité le groupe en direction de son emplacement, elle s'occuperait de Shplorn. C'est si Drax n'a pas échoué dans son objectif. Elle s'est tournée une dernière fois vers Drax et a souri. Se sentir libre de casser à travers les murs et les planchers lorsque nécessaire pour arriver à Shplorn. Amène-la ici quand tu l'auras et défends cette position seulement une fois que tu l'auras trouvée. Allez! Elle a congédié son général et envoyé le reste d'entre eux pour faire son appel d'offres. Ses mains se bousculèrent à nouveau alors qu'elle faisait son chemin pour se tenir entre les deux assistants. Ses mains se levèrent et les giflèrent tous les deux à l'arrière de la tête, non pas aussi férocement qu'elle le ferait normalement, mais assez pour garder sa saumure jusqu'à ce que le groupe rebelle trouve son chemin ici. Elle ne voulait pas perdre de vue juste parce qu'elle souffrait de retraits; ce serait idiot.
Elle s'est détournée de lui après les avoir frappés et a fait son chemin pour s'asseoir derrière le bureau de Foreman Joyones, le contrôleur de l'écran de visionnement dans sa main alors qu'elle attendait patiemment, avec la colère claire sur son visage. Elle a croisé les jambes et a laissé un rebondir confortablement de haut en bas, ses yeux restant sur l'écran regardant les forces rebelles. Son lien mental s'est étendu à tous les Githkin qui pouvaient entendre. Les rebelles attaquent. Rassemblez vos armes et vos armures et débarrassez-les. La station de véhicules, les quartiers du superviseur et la chambre centrale sont de la plus haute importance. L'échec n'est pas une option. Conservez une petite garde sur tous les humains que je vous ai fait rassembler, les rebelles sont la principale priorité pour l'instant, sauf si je vous ai dit le contraire. Ça allait être une longue journée.
Name: Ruthalia Tro’liant Hert’yas Morphento
Nickname/Alias: Ruth, ThinkTank, Lady Regional, RM
Race: Iki'lek
Age: I’ve lived more years than you could possibly ever count, maggot.
Ethnicity: Iki'lek Hybrid
Gender: Gender is such a primitive thing, but I do have a fondness for the feminine attire your world has. So let’s go with female, for now.
Appearance: Ruth has two main appearances that you will see. Her public face is one that you want to give attention to yet makes you feel the need to divert your gaze at the same time as it draws you in. She opts for pale skin, sprinkled with freckles over its entirety. Her body stretches out to a modest 5’8” without the enhancements of high heels. (“These spectacular extensions for your lower appendages are absolutely marvellous!”) Her body type is that of womanly but well taken care of. When you can have any human body that you choose, why wouldn’t you give yourself what you feel is the most desirable body available?
Her eyes are generally a dark hazel shade with a very prominent black halo around the iris. Her golden, copper brown hair reaches just below her shoulders and is generally styled in some manner befitting those in the Business profession on Earth. She is a fan of feminine make-up products and has become very proficient in applying it to her face and nails. She has a mass array of different colours that suit her preferred skin tone and hair colour.
The second, and most natural, of Ruth’s appearances is not a common sight. Her race has skin that is silvery grey in colour that has a shimmering light to it. Her torso closely resembles that of a human in the sense that it holds the appendages and head together and contains almost all the vital organs. There are not just four appendages, there are fourteen. She has four arms, two at the same area as human arms and then a secondary pair sitting beneath those, protruding from the torso sides. The arms are very similar to human arms but are slightly longer, and there are six fingers on each hand with a thumb making it seven total. He does not have legs or feet, instead she has ten tendrils (see what I did there? I’m so funny…) much like an octopus or squid would have but these are full of muscle and allow her to move at high speeds and very erratically.
Her head is slightly more difficult to describe. If you imagine a generic Martian to a human you think of a bulbous upper head, longer chin area and giant, black, and bulbous eyes that are almost as big as the entire head. Well the bulbous upper half is similar to what Iki’lek heads look like. It reaches further out to the back of the cranium though, but not by much. The lower face is longer and more drawn out than a human but not quite as much as a Martian face. Both halves of the race have no nose, instead they have slits much like a snake would. The Brawn half have a large, gaping maw that allows them to bite their targets and to yell out of. The Brain half have no mouth as they communicate telepathically. For Ruth, as she is a hybrid, does not look quite like the two single halves of the Iki’lek race.
The Brawn half have smaller, more protruding eyes that face forward and have near tunnel vision while the Brain half have larger and less centralised eyes that rest closer to the sides of the skull to allow them to have a far wider range of vision. Ruth, however, has larger bulbous eyes that are slightly to the sides while still allowing her to see forward only if she so wishes thanks to her secondary set of eyelids which she can use as blinders. Her eyes aren’t black however, they are a deep, dark purple colour and her mouth is not quite as large as her Brawny brethren. She could bite onto you but probably wouldn’t be able to swallow your entire head like they could.
The final noteworthy marking of her alien appearance is that of the markings across her entire body. Her head, face, neck and spinal cord (at least what you can see of it) have sky blue markings, like that of a calligraphy pen being dragged across a piece of paper to create weaving lines that crossover and connect like a fluid tapestry. The rest of her body that you could see (basically just her arms at this point) are covered in disjointed and jagged looking maroon coloured markings. They are erratic and seem to have no pattern to them at all. Both of these markings look almost as though they are not actually on the skin, almost like they are floating on the surface of water and are in constant motion. This race has no hair on their body and, their tendrils stretched out fully, stand at around 6’5” in length from head to… toe?
Clothing: When in human form, Ruth can be found in a variety of business attire. Be it knee length pencil skirts with fitted blouses and a blazer, or perhaps she felt summery and is merely wearing an A-line skirt with a short sleeved gypsy top with a light jacket? She wears a large variety of clothing as she is so in love with it. She can also be seen in dresses, trousers, suits, shorts; basically everything at one point or another. She also will always be in high heels. There are no ifs, ands or buts about it. She will be wearing them even when she’s kicking your ass.
When she is not in her human form, Ruth’s alien body is covered in an extremely durable, high density but lightweight battle suit. It covers her entire torso and chest area but leaves her arms exposed from the shoulder areas down. Her tendrils are entirely covered and the material has strong grippers within the material that allow her to walk on any solid surface. Her hands, all four of them, wear different gloves with varying abilities which will be outlined later. The material is a light silvery grey shimmering material that closely resembles the natural skin tone so it almost looks as if she is wearing nothing and that her markings stop at her shoulders and neck area.

Personality: Ruth is a very, very, very complex individual who is, technically, not actually an individual. Her core personality is strong, cool-headed, independent, manipulative, coercive, quick thinking, highly frickin' intelligent, tactical, charismatic and determined. She is one force of a woman and if you should find yourself in her path? Be prepared to be knocked the hell down and flattened beneath her immense force of presence. She is not a person to be trifled with and she has the capability to make your life, quite literally, a living hell should she deem it productive for her needs and wants. This is the Brainy variant that you will most commonly hear about when people talk about the Regional Manager.
However, there is more than meets the eye with Ruth and it is because of this special trait of hers that she keeps her true face away from the public. She prefers to do her dealings with people from a distance but when left with no other alternative, she will get her hands dirty. This is where the rest of Ruth’s mind comes out to play. She suffers from having a divided mind and as such she has a second personality that brings out the brawn in our villainous Regional Manager.
This side of her has the ability to have a very murderous streak and I do mean that literally. If you threaten her or really push her to the brink of her patience and piss her off? Say hello to the afterlife or whatever the hell it is you believe in because you can be fairly certain you will never see this world again. (Unless the glorious leader GM decides that you get to live. Spoil sport.) It is an emotionally unstable personality that can sometimes find it difficult to be reasonable. When in this state of mind, Ruth is very one track minded in the sense that she wishes to destroy you in every single way imaginable and possible. She will make you suffer ten times over and then have you begging for your death.
Likes:
Feminine Attire
Books
Stationary
Crushing her enemies beneath her feet
Getting her own way
Slapping people across the face (“How you humans manage to stop yourselves from doing it more often is beyond me!”)
Breaking bones
Winning arguments
Dislikes:
Not getting her own way
Crushing her enemies between her fingers
Ruined books
People stealing her stationary
Going more than an hour without slapping someone across the face
Getting blood on her designer clothing
Power Rangers
Cats
Fears:
Losing her status
Failing to reach her aspiration
Having her mind altered unwillingly
Quirks: She clicks her tongue at her subordinates in moments of impatience, her fingers often drum on any hard surface when she is waiting, her eyes narrow when she is judging someone/something and she takes a long, deep breath when she is about to go all Iki’lek on your backside.

History: Ruth’s race is one of the dozens of alien species that are part of the conglomerate known as Galatec. It was after Galatec began spreading themselves into dozens of planets that the Iki’lek’s truly realised they were split so purely down the middle in terms of what they can do. So the Brains began to work on finding a way to create the perfect Iki’lek. They used whatever resources became available to them as Galatec spread throughout the galaxy to create the perfect hybrid of the two halves of their race.
Ruth was not the first iteration of this hybrid however. Oooh no no no, she was definitely not the first. She was the 42nd attempt and she was a complete accident, at least according to the scientists that created her. That was a long, long time ago so the specifics of it have all been compartmentalised in her mind and isn’t something she likes to dwell on too much. The experiments at that time of her life were hard and unforgiving but they allowed her to discover the powers and abilities that she has now. She was only reluctantly let go by the Iki’lek scientists when they were forced to explain what they were working on to the other alien species that also made up Galatec.
It was when she was discovered that Galatec chose to put her through various training regimens to master control over her excessive strengths and courses for business and management due to her increased intelligence. During her rigorous physical training and exhausting mental training it was discovered that Ruth had a very split personality. She was two entirely different people depending on what she was focusing on at the time. This could become a problem for Ruth if she ever completely loses control over herself. It was a stressful time for her as she worked to become the “woman” that she is now.
It was during high stress levels and the will to escape the constant work and training that Ruth discovered her ability to shapeshift. She wanted to be someone else and to get away without someone chasing after her. It took her some getting used to but she soon figured she could make herself look like anyone and anything so long as she focused on it in her mind firmly enough and essentially willed herself to be them. She took this opportunity to show Galatec she was useful for more than just her mind and muscles. They began using her to help settle new planets into their phase of “life”. As she could make herself look like one of the home planet species they figured it would be more appealing to hear from a “local” to how wonderful Galatec could be!
Galatec gave her the regional management position on New Earth the moment that they set foot on it. She has been there since the beginning and has been working hard to make everything run as smoothly as possible for Galatec.
Talents: Talking, feats if brute strength, crushing things, screwing with people’s minds via telepathy, hard worker, doesn’t give in easily, she doesn’t know when to quit in a fight.
Hindrances: Dealing with animals, running when she’s not wearing heels in human form, unable to swim, cannot deal with seriously high pitched noises.
Powers:
Shapeshifting – As far as she knows, she is the only Iki’lek hybrid in existence so she is unsure if this shapeshifting ability is due to her hybrid nature or because of the accident that caused her creation. She can change her entire appearance to anything that she wishes on an organic level but she cannot impersonate an existing person. Her appearances are always an amalgamation of features she has seen on various people/images etc.
Pain Inducement – Can induce pain, psychic torture through a mental link from about 10 feet away and the pain is much stronger when she is touching you.
Force-Field Generation – Can create telekinetic barriers to block various power attacks and physical weapons. (I won’t abuse this and will always let the GM decide whether or not the barrier does/can block attacks etc.)
Telepathy – Is able to read the minds of those around herself. She finds it easier to read the minds of those she has physical contact with but can read minds fairly well within the same room, however she is not limited to just this distance. She can read minds up to a 20 feet radius but the further the subject is to the edges of her zone, the less she can read clearly.
Psychometry – The ability to read the past of a non-sentient object through touch. She can see the past 24 hours of an object. Can get a sense for who has touched/used/been around various items/rooms.
Brute Strength – Can lift 20x her own weight
Telekinesis – Control objects with one's mind. Cannot move anything larger than a car door.

Equipment:
Power Gloves – Four that look identical but each have their own powers. (They’re pretty damn basic weapons in the grander scheme of things. But considering the powers she has, I didn’t want to go OTT.)
Heat Glove – Generates a high temperature on impact with a surface/person.
Cold Glove – Generates a low temperature on impact with a surface/person.
Vibro Glove – Causes vibrations on impact with a surface/person.
Smoke Glove – Allows a smoke cloud to be generated when a small button is pressed. Otherwise it is just an armoured glove that hits a tiny bit harder than a plain old fist.

Quotes: “Maggot.” “Take that filth out of my sight before I crush you.” “Watch. My. Lips.”
Theme Song: This. :)
Aspiration: Complete and utter domination of everything.
The setting sun beamed into the executive office space through the opened glass balcony doors. Floor to roof windows matched the doors and made the entire wall seem as though it weren’t even there. A large leather office chair sat at a magnificent mahogany desk. The chair was facing out towards the balcony that was situated right behind it.
A small, balding and fairly plump human male was standing in front of the desk, his hands wringing a very sweaty handkerchief out onto his highly polished black shoes. ”I-I… I can only apo-apolo-apologise L-l-lady Re-regional…” The man stumbled over his words as they tumbled from his mouth. The sound of drumming nails on leather came from the office chair that echoed around the now deathly silent room. The chair silently swivelled around to expose its occupant. The drumming abruptly stopped.
Ruthalia Morphento, Regional Manager of Galatec on New Earth, sat upon her throne and exuded importance without making a motion or a sound. Her hair was bundled upon her head in a sleek bun that made her face look more severe than usual. Her cherry red lips were pursed with irritation and her brow may not have showed a single frown line but there was most definitely a scowl heading towards the poor man before her.
“Apologies are for the pathetic. Are you one of the pathetic, Mr Grant? Don’t answer that.” Mr Grant gulped back his answer, his mouth hanging open until the moment that Ruth swiftly stood from her chair and began to walk around her desk. Her Jimmy Choo’s clicked on the marble flooring with each step until she stopped before the trembling form that was Mr Grant. “Why don’t we get some fresh air? Come, let us stand on the balcony.”
She did not wait for a response before she clicked her way out of the office. The balcony was rimmed with waist high, black coloured, steel edged, frosted glass fencing. The sun was low enough that the shadows of the other high rise buildings and skyscrapers were now casting shadows across the building. Mr Grant hurried behind Ruth and huffed as he reached the fence. He swallowed hard and saw how high from the ground they currently were, 55 stories from the ground.
“Let me explain what is going to happen, Mr Grant.” Hands clasped in front of Ruth as she rested them on the fence. She glanced to her right, watching Mr Grant as he puffed and panted. “You are going to pay for the mistakes you have made. You are going to thank me for this outcome and be grateful that worse didn’t happen to you.” Her entire body turned towards Mr Grant and a very sweet, unsettling smile spread across her face. ”Thank you for making this decision so easy to make, Mr Grant. I wish you all the best.”
Ruth’s right hand sprung forward and grabbed Mr Grant by the neck. He coughed and spluttered, his hands grasping at her delicate looking arm. His face began to turn red when she lifted him from the ground, his stubby legs dangled as she rose his body higher than the topmost edge of the balcony edging. ”Do enjoy your complimentary skydiving lesson, Mr Grant. Consider it part of your severance package.” One fluid swing of her arm and Mr Grant was no longer on the 55th floor. An echoing yell of despair and utter terror rang out and lessened to the smallest whisper before long.
Ruth made her way back into her office, closing the glass doors behind herself before settling behind her desk once more. A small yawn left her lips before she looked towards the door of her office. “Please send in my 4 o’clock.” Her thought rang out and the buzzer to her door rang out before the door opened to allow her next appointment to enter. A nervous, bespectacled woman shuffled in and looked around the room. There were no other exits from this office and the fear that spread over the woman’s face made Ruth’s face erupt into an ecstatic smile. “Please take a seat, Mrs Grant.”