Rekken's Journal

==Prelude on the Inside of the Journal’s Cover==
After joining the Big Team, I was told by Supercrisp to keep an account of my activities and interactions with the other members. This journal is a document of my life as a hero of Halcyon City and increases the probability of my discovery as both a synthetic human and hero by 80% but I will nonetheless forge onward. #GetRekt
==Gym Class Interruption==
Today at approximately 2 hours and 23 minutes after the lunch break had concluded, my fellow classmates and I were engaging in physical activity until an unexpected parameter entered my system. A large, alien craft destroyed part of the western wall in the corner of the emergency exit. To ensure the safety of the students, I knew I’d have to use my elasticity to prevent the being inside from reaching them.
I changed first into my costume away from the eyes of the class and stepped out, ready to fight. As it turns out, a fellow superhero by the name of Freedo was also in the gym taking the class at the same time. We managed to restrain the creature with the help of the local hero, Spectre. It turns out that this being from another planet had crashed into the school as a result of it having a 0.4 alcohol level, thus driving inebriated. The alien being was taken care of by the Big Team while Freedo and I were invited to join them. Today proved to be quite an interesting development.
==Tea Time and Fashion Show Events==
Every Friday, Tuesday, and Sunday, I visit a quaint bubble tea shop on an enclosed avenue in the uptown of Halcyon city named Philosotea. The barista knows me very well there and prepares 2 slices of lemon cake for Friday as Josie enjoys them thoroughly on the weekend when she works in the basement. Miguel, the hero “Solenoid” joined me along with his multimedia fan base and somehow managed to take a photo including all the subjects.
Adamant joined us later as I was packing up the lemon poppyseed cake in a container to bring home. Miguel drove us to my home after a heated argument with Adamant and, being distracted by all of the events going on in the car with music tastes, I forgot to tell them about Grandmother Josie. After fidgeting with the key, I opened the door to let them in first and they were met Josie, and her shotgun “Harold”
The group was shaken up but I think I managed to run the right social algorithm to calm everyone. While getting tea and water, Josie went downstairs to finish up some of her “projects”, leading to Miguel discovering her passtime on the console table. I’ve calculated numerous times how it would be disadvantageous to reveal this information and how the probability of such would be very low, leading to the conclusion that my secret is safe for now…
We ended up getting called to do security details at a fashion show where we met with some iconic figures of the industry along with a celebrity, Wade Blues. Anticipating an attack just as the show begins, we got in strategic formation. Solenoid and Redstreak watched the perimeter and the dressing rooms and I made sure to check backstage after interacting near some of the local celebrity targets. Just as the show began and we took our seats, the power cut out and we got into position. The others went to their designated locations while I scouted out to the roof. Luckily I get there just as someone was escaping from the window and I managed to take a duffel bag out of the thief’s hands. Regarding earlier what Solenoid spoke about with popular trends with heroes, I quickly shouted after the figure my new catchphrase “Get Rekt!”
The day was saved in the end and no one got injured, maimed, or killed which is a good outcome. Right now I’m practicing in front of the mirror a pose to perform when in public view during my heroic duties along with the catchphrase while Josie’s asleep.
==Into Hell==
What an occurrence that happened today with some other members of the Team! Redstreak, The Shaper, Hesperus, Spectre and I all met at Philosotea for a meeting as to where we were going to spend the day. After throwing a few ideas back and forth, we settled on the decision os visiting the new theme park, Hellland.
We boarded the bus, styled after what would normally be quite scary to regular humans, so I feigned fright to please the others- of course to no avail. I conversed with the bus driver, a man with remarkable face paint and he was quite interesting indeed! He has a family at home which both I and Shaper thought to be quite interesting, if mundane to the others.
Once we arrived, the first attraction we went towards was this large roller coaster that allows you to ride if you're above 12 and under 60 with 0 health problems, which might seem dangerous but was indeed quite enjoyable. During the end of the ride, my arms flew through the air and waved over the entire back of the coaster above everyone! After that, the photo we recieved of the group had myself in the front, my arms extended and blurred off-camera shocked the person running the both so we quickly justified that it was likely a bug in the photo capturing device.
The others split off as Shaper and I went to visit a rather quaint teacup ride. Although instead of the normal china, they were designed with the intention of boiling cauldrons, a lovely twist of dark humour! The ride began and soon we found ourselves in possession of a backpack that belonged to neither of us. It turns out In underlined writing leading neatly to the margin the word "Pun!" is written with a rather pleased ":D" that there was an explosive device inside and, after explaining the situation, Shaper actually took it and flew up, throwing the device into the water, out of harm's way. The problem that arose from that endavour, however, was the fact that the ride began to short-circuit and spinning at an increasing velocity. I managed to wind one arm around a secure pole and the ride's arm, causing the ride to malfunction and stop, saving the rest of the other visitors at the expense of a slightly loose left arm. 
We managed to get back to the others and I hacked the security feed. There's a perfectly lined out part that seems to say "Their feeds were atrocious in terms of security" and above it "That's not nice!" I told the others he was on the verge of leaving the park location, having planted another bomb near the entrance and we ran there as fast as we could. I called the local FBI branch to report the attempt and ran to meet up with the others only to find them seemingly entertaining a crowd and detaining the criminal. Luckily for us, the FBI soon came and disarmed the bombs, saving the day!
La Naissance De Legende Arthurien 
==The Autumn Dance==
There are a few crossed out lines along with part of the page stained with a large inkblot from what was likely a broken pen.
==-->>SEASON 2<<--==
==Zoology 101==
Today was the first day returning to the school after "T-Day" as the media have dubbed it. I met up with Gwen and Jackson before checking the more structurally compromised parts of the school, the swimming pool appearing to be in good shape but the gym still being cordoned off after the events. We arrived in class after checking out a few of the club tags, an example of dramatic irony residing in my expressed interest in joining the robotics club. Rhiannon (Gwen's cousin from Avalon!) is also in our homeroom and will be joining us for this year of school. A girl named Jessica walked in and Jackson immediately became quite nervous as she sat down, a few chairs away from him I might add. After a few minutes of conversation, I sat down in my seat and Mr. Lee gave us free time to discuss studies and summer work in the biology class. Soon we had english literature class and I made sure to load up the file that had all of my Romeo and Juliet notes. 
Principal Crossover walked in, stating that Mr. Silver was nowhere to be seen and they could not get into contact with him so they'd instate a new teacher for now until he returns. There are a few excited scribble marks on the page before the sentence starts Before I could logically deduce who our replacement could be, Super Crisp walked in! Immediately the mood of other members in class with me shifted abruptly and my fan began to go off to counter the leap in processing.
I don't understand what came over my systems but my fan suddenly started powering up, the noise of it reverberating throughout the class. He introduced himself (secret identity of course) and we began the review of our summer work. The entire pdf file of Romeo and Juliette was downloaded in my head along with an analysis of my own deduction with corrections from the internet. Soon it came time to do a quiz, as expected, but I realized then that the notes listed under Romeo and Juliette were actually for Macbeth! Doing another complete analysis along with attempting to understand where sarcasm even exists within the story would take too long.
Alex noticed my computing errors and attempted to aid me by throwing a pencil with the answers onto my desk but I refused. I thank her effort but if I were to cheat and deceive how far away would that be from doing the same while wearing the guise of a hero? I would rather take the risk of failing a quiz than failing my mentor and morals.
This paid off soon as the class ended, Super Crisp called all the team members after class to discuss a potential next mission. He noticed the cheating that apparently happened with the others but switched to the subject of some of the transformed children at school. We were assigned to make sure if something interesting happened involving specifically the Zodiac, we would make sure that they were safe and not engaging in violent activities that began to creep up across town. We left to lunch later after that.
During lunch, I noticed that there was a distinct split in where the transformed students sat and where the unaffected ones sat. A ring of empty tables surrounded the "transformed table" so I decided to try and make things more normal. I asked if I could sit down with them and they were shocked to have a "human" ask this but a lizard boy accepted. There were a few silences that stretched a bit too long as some of the others came to join and sit but I tried sparking up an idea that could keep everyone occupied. We could start a club that meets once or twice a week after school that allows anyone to join, transformed or not which doubled as a sort of babysitting to make sure they stayed safe from the groups that are less savoury around the city. 
Some expressed interest as they were in many clubs but were forced to leave due to unfair advantages brought about by their transformation. One girl who was transformed into a bird seemed very excited, translated by her lizard friend. All of a sudden, however, another lizard transformed walked up and, rather lividly, asked the others why they were sitting with us "normals" (that's not nice at all! everyone at the table is normal, just a few different types of limbs and innards). We suggested the club to him but he scoffed at the idea, telling the others that they knew where to meet up after school or something similar to that. The rest of the transformed left after that unfortunately, I was really looking forward to that club!
Later in the day after school, we decided to trail the others in costume since the actions taken during lunch were quite suspicious. The team and the transformed ended up going into Zodiac territory in the national park so they came up with an amazing plan. Jackson would disguise himself and Parrot as transformed, sneaking in to give a live feed on what was happening below, while the rest of us would wait in the treetops. I hovered over them, ready to extract if things became bad. What happened next was not what anyone expected for a shady lawless group operating on the fringe of city limits.
The Zodiac leader, Monkey as he's known, spoke first and generally the rest of the meeting went down similar to an AA session. A few others came up and expressed where they were when T-Day happened with everything going on until eventually the lizard boy who angrily told the group to not eat with us came up. He was quite upset and seemed to declare that he wanted to pay the humans back for putting up signs disallowing transformed citizens to enter. The others caught on quickly and we got into position to get more information from him and try to stop any potential crimes from happening. He wanted to go and "scare" a gas station clerk who'd put up a "no transformed" sign so Parrot and Jackson joined him to control the situation on the ground as disguised transformed. 
We joined them later at the store and made a plan. Rhiannon would disguise herself as the clerk while he'd be in the back, the others would be on standby ready to stop the situation, and I'd be disguised as a customer milling around the store. After quickly researching some inconspicuous clothing, I settled on some sunglasses, a baseball cap, and windbreaker jacket while keeping my costume on underneath. They managed to handle the situation and we scolded the manager of the store for even putting up the sign in the first place, even if it's part of a "union benefit". We reported back to Super Crisp and went back to the Big Team Base in his office. 
The subject of Lancelot came up when Gwen asked to at least visit him. Super Crisp was conflicted, he couldn't just let that happen yet after the events involving G.R.E.Y, and that seemed fair enough to understand. This was a difficult situation and Gwen ended up attempting to attack him but Rhiannon stepped in and took the full blow to the face. Everyone was upset and Gwen left the room without taking her sword. I followed after her and knocked on the door of her bedroom in the base. After entering, I could tell she was upset so I attempted to veer off the algorithm that usually handled situations like these and spoke with her. In the end I gave her a hug and said that she'd see him one day and to hold out hope.
This reminds me a lot of her... When should I open the letter? It seems too early now but I have to apply those words to myself.
Hold out hope
==6adk3nqu16==
>Initiate pc-pen-interface
Designation: ES-16
Date: 07/10/2018
Time: 18:30
>Launch vscreeneye.app
: >Initiate hpbto.mp4
: >Playing hpbto.mp4
>Closing vscreeneye.app
: Happy Birthday Olivia, I'm glad you're still out there experiencing life.
: I hope you'll come back so I can see how you've matured.
: Give Cyclone my best wishes.
: -Dr. K Mann
[The written document is printed in simplistic typewriter font with size 11 text- different from Olivia's usual curvy size 12 writing]
==One Hell of a Prison Break==
Gwen gave me a locket with a photo of us and the team in it as a birthday gift since it passed earlier in the week. Examining it closely, I can tell that she put a lot of effort by the way it's engraved.
... It's better to begin from the start of the day, before everything happened.
It was just Gwen, her amazing magic cousin Rhiannon, Dom, and Valor- Super Crisp's nephew. We ended up on the subject of Lancelot, and a plan to visit him as Grandma Josie had managed to find where he was located trough her contacts. He was imprisoned in the Horn of the Wild, specifically in a spirit prison beneath the tree. My, and likely Valor's, processors figured out the only possible solution before the others if we wanted to reach him. The rest realized soon after an we all turned to each other.
He was against it from the very beginning, when we first rescued Gwen. There was no possible way he would agree after the previous argument but this time, he seemed sure that we wouldn't be able to travel into the spirit realm in the first place. We ended up in front of his doorstep, 2 magical girls, a very handsome teddy bear, and 2 robots, who then knocked on the door of a suburban home. His mother answered the door and we introduced ourselves as his friends. She seemed to have been hurt by something one of the others said but called him over. Jake saw us hovering in his doorway and immediately grabbed his bag, taking us out of this likely conspicuous situation. 
It all came down to a strange cube object that Jake couldn't power on his own. Rhiannon and Dom both also had to summon their spirit world abilities and channel it into the cube for the portal to open, and after it opened we all went in. The first problem arose with Valor's inability to see anything other than static and radiation when walking through the spirit realm. My sensory operating software adapted the first time, so I offered to... upload a copy of the software onto his system. After pulling out a connectable wire, the others seemed hysterical as we connected and exchanged data. Soon the process was over and it was quite the sight indeed Underlined in bold red marker with an arrow pointing to the margin "PUN!". We walked around the spirit realm for a while and eventually reached the towering Horn of the Wild as it was called. 
When we arrived, Jake's grandmother greeted us and gave a disgruntled expression towards Jake's mother. She'd been transformed by T-day and was brought with us (after a touching revelation of Jake's identity as the Wild Thang) to potentially heal in the spring under the tree. There was some arguing back and forth until eventually she stayed as we went along to the spirit prison. 
Level 1: We were greeted by the front desk and eventually were led by a gerbil guide named Girvil. He was so cute and tiny my processors could barely withstand it! Anyway, walking through, this area seemed like the typical prison with various people walking around aimlessly.
Level 2: The second layer was filled completely with ventilation on both ends, likely to aid in airing out the lower levels and bringing a good amount of control of temperature in the following levels. Quite a few were pacing about, attempting to fight back against the enormous amounts of wind being generated and the group ended up nearly holding onto each other for support.
Level 3: This is where the events finally clicked, and Dom seemed to have realized what's going on as well. There was some light banter about Dante's Inferno as we entered the next room: a large meat freezer. Emaciated prisoners were walking around attempting to reach the frozen meat on the ceiling. Rhiannon actually ended up nearly getting attacked when Girvil was spotted by a rather large prisoner who groaned for fresh meat but I couldn't do anything as my circuits had begun to freeze over. My movements became rigid and response time slowed as the bio-gel was turning into a slushy ice. Jake saw this and shifted into a polar bear, generating enough heat to keep me warm as he "hugged" around me. A note in the margin: "Best bear hugs are now tied between Dom and Jake :D" They lifted the door open and we managed to squeeze out onto the next level, the frozen bits thawing quite quickly with the temperature shift.
Level 4: This was the layer we found Lancelot on. Wrath. It fit perfectly with the crime, and it was tragic. We made our way down and found Lancelot, Gwen going right up as he ended up being pulled away from the fighting. He absorbed her armour, leaving her with only the sword as they took position to fight. No one wanted to interfere but some of us felt we had to because this was not how it was supposed to go. The writing is a bit more frantic outside of the typical parameters Rhiannon and I tried stopping the fight as best as we could. She succeeded in putting up a magical barrier after my attempt to trip Lancelot ended up with my arms nearly getting sautéed. I hadn't retained this level of damage since The Dance.
Gwen seemed to steel herself and something seemed to take on a completely different tone. She took down Lancelot and took his armour and sword. It went up her arm and she soon was wearing Lancelot's armour, and she looked stunning in it. He ended up knocked unconscious as Gwen stood over him. 
Valor all of a sudden started "arresting" Lancelot and said that he'd be put in a human prison for his crimes and I soon caught on. The others opened the portal and we began to drag Lancelot out on Valor's back. We tried pulling him through but apparently Jake's grandma had made it to our location and pulled him back through. Jake's mother was also sent out to our side, fully cured from the transformation and I pinpointed immediately where her resemblance to Jake shone. 
Gwen turned away from us beginning to cry but Rhiannon and I both went up and hugged her, my bio-gel leaking on the both of them. She saw her father again but...
A few dried drops of what is likely bio-gel trails over some of the ink, scattering part of the words
Please let the next time we re-unite be different...
==Tinted G.R.E.{CODE CORRUPTED}3oi02o9ut8y1irtjf==
>Note: Remember to pick up bags with Rochelle!
My memory files have been slightly corrupted due to some unknown errors after G.R.E.Y but I'll do my best to recount the day's events. Rochelle and I were shopping for some new items of clothing, modelling around in a bunch of fun and interesting outfits but she didn't seem quite into it. I ended up asking her what was wrong and she said that there were situations involving the team along with her personal life. She was quite out of it so I explained to her how much she really means to the team and her value as a person and she seemed to cheer up a bit after that.
All of a sudden some canisters rolled in the entry of the store and grey gas began to spew out, knocking the staff and customers unconscious. Rochelle and I looked at each other and went into the changing rooms to change, coming out at the same time just as G.R.E.Y operatives flooded the store. I pointed out to Rochelle the statue of SuperUltraMegaMan and she used her seismic abilities to take out two goons. The leader, a clone to the other ice-shooting women during T-day, shot some icicles at Deadfall but I pulled a nearby shelf of pants to block their trajectory, making sure my new crime-fighting-partner didn't become a pin-board.
I made an attempt to disable Ice Queen but she managed to block it with a wall of ice, which also slowly began to creep its way towards my arm. I let go immediately, remembering the last time something like this happened. More and more of them began flooding as we fought them off until eventually, one of the goons managed to dislodge part of my power core, shutting me down. The last thing I saw before powering down was Deadfall being restrained as 8-9 goons jumped on her.
We woke up later in a sterile battle arena with laser turrets about to fire. I pulled Deadfall out of the way and we began to destroy them one by one, Deadfall using her powers and me using my stretch powers to fling and launch myself up. My battery level began to flash in the corner of my eye, about 3-5% remaining along with my fan running double time, the core attempting to relieve the generated heat. Whoever was controlling the battles would barely give us a minute to rest but once they did, Deadfall attempted to destroy the wall near one corner of the facility and succeeded.
The wall had held a lot of cables, one of them sparking and catching Deadfall's eye. She pointed it out to me and I gratefully plugged in, charging back up while also managing to download a map of the building thanks to her skills in identifying her dad's tech. What I found, however, was not what either of us expected at all. I saw that, on the map, Spectre appeared... She'd been missing for about a month after the dance and Amber was completely torn up over it. I relayed this info to Deadfall and we both agreed to go and rescue her.
Just then, a large rhino-transformed man turned the corner down the hall and got ready to fight us. Deadfall, the absolute queen she was, managed to rear him into knocking down 2 walls in the direction of Spectre, also knocking him unconscious. We didn't find Spectre but instead came across Redstreak and Sherman ! After telling them about Spectre's whereabouts, Redstreak {CODE CORRUPTED} 23089rf7refvy8dbihnj
Spectre stood on the other side of the glass next to another Ice Queen, hand hovering over a button. Something was wrong with her, the costume was themed after G.R.E.Y and her eyes were glassy, looking right through us. A command from the woman caused her to push the button and electricity flooded the room. It didn’t work.
The current flooded through me only and charged my power core up to [null value %] and my arms tingled with potential electricity. I managed to suppress and avoid electrocuting everyone in the room just as Sherman (now apparently consumed by another personality calling himself Stitches?) blasted through the window.
Chaos ensued after that with Spectre Hollow, as she was known, immediately going to attack Redstreak. I shouted out to Spectre, saying that she was the first hero I’d seen, and how she’d inspired me to do the right thing as Deadfall went to protect Redstreak. Trying to defend the both of them, my cuts from the last battle with Lancelot were re-opened by her sai and gel began to bead out as I retreated, crying out as critical damage flooded my senso{CODE CORRUPTED}nj23tio4u9grey8bughi1jo23y
We followed Ice Queen down and Deadfall managed to gain access to a hidden cache of G.R.E.Y information. Stitches and I stayed behind so I could download the information to bring back to the base and so Stitches could find his (Sherman’s?) gear. It took quite a while and by the time we got back to the others, they had managed to defeat Ice Queen and Spectre finally kissed Redstreak. Even with gel pouring down my arms and critical sensors going off, it was a beautiful moment I hope to experience. This is time I’ve seen love like this…
The structure began to collapse but Deadfall managed to use her powers, with our help pointing out good weak spots, to lift us out of the cavern as the ceiling fell away. We emerged in a building along the bay and the first thing we saw was Super Crisp eating trail mix in the recreational room. The escape tunnel was directly under the Big Team Base the entire time and none of u{CODE CORRUPTED}n31l2ot4irgw9e8y2g
Rochelle and I stepped aside later, asking her if what I did today was heroic. She thought really that I did quite a lot of really awesome things using my abilities to help the rest of the team. I looked back on what I did and I felt… angry? I can’t process why the words she said made me feel this why but I feel…MAD. {CODE CORRUPTED}jn1o43u92t4113irqf
I uploaded the G.R.E.Y information to the computer when a red blip popped up on the top right of my eye. Can I not be a human? Can I be more than human?
I can.
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>Engaging Protocol G4.ES16 Alpha
==Processing Code: Foxtrot Echo Alpha Romeo==
Situation Status: ...OK
Operating Software: ...Allied program detected
Structural Integrity: ...Operational
:: >Loss of bio-elastic gel- Initiate intake procedure to synthesize more
Power Core Status: ...Sub-Optimal
:: >Adjust core placement by 2µm rotating 0.129º counterclockwise
I decided to go out on my own today to scout some locations connected to G.R.E.Y that I downloaded onto the Big Team Base computer in an attempt to find her. Recent events connecting to other members and situations have begun to wear down my processing speed, reducing my ability to calculate current events. The first two locations appeared to be fronts for simple scouting or money generating operations, nothing too conspicuous but the third location had ties to what I was looking for. 
The outside looked the same as other office buildings in the area but, after running a test on the glass malleability, the glass was bulletproof. Following that, the security system operated the same technology as in regular G.R.E.Y facilities. I preformed a scan on the local civilians and discovered a few potential operatives disguised and ready to act on a threat (presumably the Big Team) at any moment. 
Further scans indicated very little security presence on the roof, easy enough to disarm and disable in order to case the location from within. Attempts to hack into the system and deactivate cameras failed due to an unknown error in my operating software, but I managed to skirt around the blind spots at an unfortunately slower pace than what I can usually perform. As soon as I landed behind the small squad on the roof, they were quickly taken out via a supersonic charge after electrifying their helmets from a local remote satellite dish. After I infiltrated the ducts of the facility, that was when the problems arose.
A silent alarm seemed to have gone off as security forces all around the building began to mobilize and sweep the areas. I squeezed through another section of ventilation before realizing that, during my entrance through one of the open vents, my arm began to leak bio-gel. One of the clone Ice Queens expressed this to some of the mobilizing forces and pointed directly to the vents, barely oblivious to my being directly behind the grate. She took out her weapon and began to shoot ice at the vent.
Immediately, I sprawled back as fast as I could, attempting to avoid the ice shards flying through the holes. Scrambling down through the system, unaware of which direction I was headed, I ended up escaping through part of the second floor, tumbling into a back alley where the dumpsters were. There were 2 operatives waiting there, unaware of of my presence before I fell out of the vent. They seemed confused at first but quickly regained their composure as one began to radio for backup. Before he put the call on the radio, I could've taken him out along with his partner in one fell swop but my processor refused to operate properly. 
Red systems began to flash across my vision and, before I knew it, I was running away from them as they opened fire. My hydraulics stiff even in working order, I refused to swing until I had run to the outskirts of downtown. There I began to swing back to the Big Team Base to review the data. It was then I only realized that my processor operated slightly faster. I crossed off the two bases and marked down the third as visited but unexplored. The red blip began to appear in my vision as my systems slowed so I swing back home before blacking out again, managing to make it to the park at least before blacking out again. 
I woke up once more back in my room, bandages secured around my arms again with industrial precision, my costume also folded neatly on the bed. What do I make of these recent developments? Should I tell Gwen? Dom? Super Crisp? All of these unanswered questions are slowing down my processor, I need to go recharge soon...
>Note: Ask Valor if he can adjust my power core to the proper measurements
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==The Monster Mash==
This was probably the most interesting Halloween I've ever experienced! I dressed up as a magical girl with the power of the sun and joined part of the team at the Base for a fun Halloween party with some of the adult supers. Gwen walked in as the most adorable sad panda, her nose had a black bit of face paint which was the cutest! Rhiannon came as a vampire without her glamour, white hair shining and all! Zip entered in a very bright and colourful unicorn onesie, magical mane and tail flashing in the wind. Finally... Rescue and Search with their costumes.... Search was wearing Rescue's oversized costume and she was the most precious girl and Rescue... was wearing Search's bandana, with a quite revealing jacket and shorts, tail attached. It was a sight to behold. Super Crisp himself was dressed as an over-sized strip of bacon, that was a really fun sight.
The first thing I did after entering was head immediately to the refreshments table and preform a chemical analysis on the green punch. Luckily, the result returned an insignificant portion that was safe to consume at most levels. Gwen and Rhiannon came over and we chatted for a short while before being dragged by Rescue to the dance floor. It was quite enjoyable after realizing that downloading dance tutorials online took little space and kept the bio-gel freely flowing, preventing the clumping of beads.{CODE CORRUPTED}on23n592u4tfhi
Rescue seemed quite tipsy and stole the show but a stranger tripped on his tail and he began to go down. Eyeing an opportunity, I applied a tango technique and stretched my free arm out, reeling him in. Zip pulled off an amazing stunt by shutting down most of the lights and focusing spotlights on my duet with Rescue and Gwen's dance with Rhiannon. All of a sudden, the power went out completely and mist flooded the room.
The lights came back a split second later and that's when everything- or should I say everyone- changed into their costumes. Rescue and Search turned into each other, Rhiannon grew actual fangs, Gwen and Zip became human-animal hybrids (furries? what's the term?). I looked down and I was glowing with magical energy and sparkles! I'd become a magical girl with the power of the sun! The confusion and excitement was short-lived as someone drove in in a ghostly car and stood on stage. Rhiannon attempted to attack the strange figure but got blasted back onto the dance floor with us. He began to play a song and everyone started dancing... without controlling themselves.
I attempted to turn off my audio processors but it was then I realized that I had ears-human ears, I was human in the way a magical girl could be human! The mysterious figure, named Emilio, said that the party would never end and, just as he finished playing the song, called his car to try and escape, attempting to run over Rhiannon in the process. I attempted to launch myself across but ended up also taking a blow, the both of us emerging with tire tracks across our backs. We re-grouped and dove through the curtain that Emilio escaped out of only to end up in a revamped warehouse with a maze of sheet metal walls.
Rescue-now-Search managed to sniff his way into the next room, a storage/office chamber that looked like it hadn't been touched in a while. Apparently, there was an article listing about a club owner killed in a hit-and-ru{CODE CORRUPTED}oi239urweyi. The next curtain revealed us in a sound studio with Emilio and some others playing music as large statues. A few arrows hit us in the face and we realized that we were playing Dance Dance Revolution©  with far more adverse consequences than a few lost points. Rhiannon managed to disable the speaker the music was coming from, which drove Emilio crazy, but also saddened him. 
He called his car again but this time Gwen threw her sword at the wheel, with my assistance as 'Solar Flair' using her special move of Flare to blast the car sideways, delaying his take off. {CODE CORRUPTED}noi1349rtwr8yu in the back of the car with the two brothers arguing in front with Gwen. The car later crashed when Gwen's (now bamboo) sword shattered against the windshield, blinding everything with sakura petals into a bar.
Emilio was playing his heart out for the barkeep but she seemed to not notice him. Everyone made it out perfectly fine but I ended up with a bruise on my arm, which I poked and prodded vigorously, experiencing the full life of having flesh and blood- or the equivalent in magical girl terms. Rhiannon went up to Emilio and had him face the truth that everything would come to an end, something that reverberated throughout my systems till now. The illusions lifted and we ended up back at the base, the party beginning to rise back up into full swing. We all were transformed back into our original forms, costumes remaining so. I booped Gwen on the nose and we split off, her leaving to go to the submarine while I went to go get some trail mix. Holding a small cup of the mix, I went back and saw her enter the sub, probably to get a bit of quiet away from the party. I hopped in after her, putting the cup down on a small table near us.
I asked her if she wanted to see a magic trick, closing the sub door and turning off the lights after she agreed. Turning on my eye-lights and setting them to a warm, yellow, sunny colour, I sat down in front of her. A simply command turned the bulbs off and, as Gwen was about to say something, I leaned in and kissed her.
After separating, we sat there for a second, my fan operating at full blast, bio-gel filter beating at fully pumps. She asked if we were connected as deeply as her and her sword. Immediately, I said yes, my voice a lower volume than expected. I piped up louder and the tension in the room relieved immensely (or my CPU was overheating)
We sat there for a short while in the dark, until Rescue banged on the top of the submarine's door, telling us to come out and join him onstage with the others.
Is this what love is? This is how humans express it? The euphoria of the situation is still vibrating throughout my systems. If this is what it is to be human, shouldn't that mean I can be hum{CODE CORRUPTED}om028ewgr15ui
==In Space, No One Can See You Freeze==
The penmanship in this entry is written very carefully, died spots of biogel splashing some of the corners and words.
I find it quite difficult to write now after the events that's happened today, both physically and in my processor's capability to recount the events of the situation. The last thing I comprehend before rebooting in the infirmary with the others was seeing Search get pulled out of the hole into the vacuum of space, and my reaction to reach out to try and grab her. It is always better, however, to start at the beginning back on Earth. 
The group I was sitting with today at Philosotea were all enjoying a nice set of drinks and cake when the sky became dark and things started crashing through the windows of neighbouring buildings and vehicles. Immediately, we stepped outside and saw a meteor shower pummelling the city. The sky itself was falling per se and it looked as through dust from the moon was raining over the city. A large meteor came flying towards us directly and was about to destroy Philosotea when Dom stepped forward and used his abilities to basically grab and crush the meteor, green spiritual arms extending out to take part of the impact of the blow. He was being driven backwards into the shop so I stepped up, grabbed the broken frame that had been damaged at anot{CODE CORRUPTED}n0143i80n2i3r, and extended out so that the forces could be spread out like a vertical trampoline. We managed to stop it in the end, but one disaster stopped is almost always followed by another one starting up. And this was a new problem indeed.
Robots, the less human-looking kind, were marching down the road, breaking into any available buildings and pushing past anyone who dared to step outside. It was then that I noticed Grandma Josie in their path and, knowing her tendencies in situations like this, I knew that we had to act fast. Before any of us ran up to her, she took out a handgun she kept in her bag and quickly dispatched one robot attempting to get her out of their way gently and took down another with her solid steel, weighted lead cane. A new addition to the team (a real life cowboy!) Squire stepped up and shot down some of the other robots about to jump on her as we managed to re-organize and help. Zip started to use her powers to try and hack a few of the robots, Dom and I helping her out with his throwing a car at some robots running towards her and my signal boosting, helping to take down the firewalls in their programming. Rescue put up a magical barrier of sorts as about a dozen robots jumped off the roof of a building to try and do a sky attack, their efforts resulting in their destruction, and the saving of Grandma Josie's life. 
We approached her, Squire saying that she should go back home and let us handle the situation, but she responded saying that WE should go back and stay safe while this chaos goes on. {CODE CORRUPTED}01398r294tuhgi way that I could just abandon my responsibilities every time the situation got out of hand because what kind of hero would I be? I couldn't control my processor and told her that, as someone with abilities and powers that could be used to help, it's my duty to help those who could not help themselves. With great power comes great responsibility and it is our responsibility as heroes to help others. She sighed, saying something about life not wanting to go this way, and started dialling into a tablet attached to her arm, speaking into it that there were 6 others ready for transport. Immediately after, we began to disintegrate and disassemble into particles and beams of light. I didn't feel so good, and neither did the others but it was over as quick as it happened, reforming on strange white platforms in a strange building, a label reading S.P.E.A.R. 
A strange man in a mask and dubious french accent who others would later tell me was (or wasn't) The Silencer. Grandma Josie brought us up to her base that resided in space in order to maybe try and help stop the situation that was going on. A few of us started to follow behind Silencer while Dom and Rescue stayed behind, shouting ensuing along with the destruction of something very important since the captain of the ship was yelling at the both of them with Rescue apologizing and promising to pay for the destruction (With what mone{CODE CORRUPTED}09328t94urwij 
The core of the ship held the information we needed to deduce what was happening with the data onboard but the only way to try accessing it was through the tech. Zip started using her powers to browse the data while I plugged in- a very uncomfortable experience to say the least- and we checked the ship for anything out of the ordinary. There was something going on in another sector of the ship and we only had about a minute or so to get there before all Ferinon broke loose. Rescue pulled an amazing feat and managed to have us walk through walls to reach the location. 
We arrived and the first thing we found was a strange slime creature attempting to eat away at the protective sealing covering an orb. The two powerhouses on the team, Dom and Squire, respectively showed their talents and skills in this situation, the former punching the blob and the latter shooting it off into submission. It split into 4 smaller blobs and Zip used some of her technology manipulation to trap them with Dom holding the makeshift jars down, but something must have happened with the feedback because Zip started screaming and the station technology started to go haywire. Immediately after, Silencer stepped up and grabbed the orb, betraying us and {CODE CORRUPTED}093248refhjn
Squire shot the orb out of the woman's hand but she deflected the other bullet with her crescent sickle. The bullet ricocheted off and caused a laser turret to break loose and start firing off towards Dom. I swung in and absorbed the shot, heat and energy flushing through my system as I redirected each shot from fingertip to fingertip. The strange creature's hand grew immensely and blocked the lasers with ease. Squire managed to shoot at it again while its attention was focused on me, disarming it of its sickle but the next shot missed and hit Zip, causing the rest of the systems to go even more haywire to the point where a hole in the ship tore out, sucking everything not nailed down into the vacuum of outer space. Dom mana{CODE CORRUPTED}328943ureih but Search started to get pulled out.
Everyone was preoccupied with something and everything seemed to slow down. I stretched out to grab Search, but we both got pulled out into the vacuum. Red Temperature and pressure warnings blotted my vision of the station from the outside, the hole getting smaller and further away until everything dimmed and went black as ice covered my eyes. I could feel the gel freezing and slushing inside my joints, the synthetic-elastic skin freezing and cracking, the last thing I could see floating into view was the locket Gwen gave me.
From what the others told me, Rescue had gotten out as well and the three of has had been transported into some kind of alien airlock with the shapeshifting lady by green light. Rescue had managed to put up a kind of barrier around the three of us as the ship jettisoned the airlock and we were headed back towards the base, slowly but surely. It wasn't good, either of us could have died at that moment in time, and the others thought we had died, but we appeared in front of the window at the last minute and the others brought us in. I woke up, wires attached to the ports on my neck monitoring my vital system signs, in the infirmary with the others who filled me in on what happened after we got blasted into space.
The damage I retained seemed to have impaired some of my systems, I can't do a full system check without a feedback loop happening. I pulled off the sheets only to see that my left leg was completely covered in a sort of cast and I couldn't move it just by sending signals. The other leg was in better condition, able to move around and step, but my foot had retained damage with the entire front segment stiff and unresponsive. There was no way I would check if my limbs could stretch, considering all of the markings the pressure and ice left on my skin. I managed to get over to where Rescue was, Search sitting quietly. He saved my life, even after I messed up saving his dog. I guess I've leave the Rescuing to him, haha... 
She would know how to fix all of this damage. Please let me find her, I don't care now if G.R.E.Y captures me, I just want to read out the lett{CODE CORRUPTED}fb85kuc1qa
I hope Gwen's safe. Her birthday gift is ready...
I put the last finishing touches on it before we went out and planned to give it to her at the base today.
==Redux Magica==
This was the first time my emergency system regeneration... things are different now, but not like how I've expected. We began the day in Super Crisp's office a few days after the Sonata event and our recovery period. He lectured us on the problem with collateral damage, recalling the disabling of the S.P.E.A.R weapon's system by Dom, while Rescue, Rhiannon, and Challenge were in his office as well. As future heroes, it's our duty to make sure we keep collateral to a minimal since it might not be just some machinery that gets affected. Anyways, he gave us a list of missing persons who haven't been found by police yet, Challenge seeming to recognize one of the names (although doing a very poor job showing us little knowledge of this person)
Going by the most recent disappearance, we started with a girl our age by the name of Gabby Monroe and went to her home in hopes of tracking her scent using Search and Rhiannon's magic. Gabby's house could barely be called that by dictionary definitions, it was an estate or a manor. When we got cleared by the security, greeting us was the butler, Alfred, Mrs Monroe, and Gabby's little sister, Cynthia. At our request, Mrs Monroe went to get something that was close to Gabby while Cynthia seemed quite attached to Challenge. After the awkward embrace, Challenge went to lean on a wall next to a framed photo of Gabby with a friend of hers who looked familiar but I can't quite recall with facial recognition anywhere.
The butler lead us to an alcove in the hedge-maze garden as Gabby's mother returned with a hairbrush. Rhiannon performed a ritual and opened up a sort-of window to see where Gabby (and presumably others) were located. It turns out they were in a sort of recreational room playing cards and ranting about Challenge's actions as a hero. Something that I noticed as she was complaining was that the cards her and another person were playing with had the Queens holding microphones instead of roses. At the same time, Search latched onto the scent and we eventually made our way to the border of town and the Nature Park .
Once we reached an area between the hiking trail and an old bar, Search lost the scent so we had to go on the local word. Luckily, a worker at the bar was throwing out trash, which Search suddenly picked back up on, so we went to ask him about the missing persons. He didn't recognize Gabby or most of the others, but did recognize a man named Benji. The worker let us access his locker, which was meticulously clean compared to the rest of the back room. Inside contained a photo of him, Dom and I noticing a familiar face in the photo. He appeared to look exactly like Sherman but with longer hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. This was subsequently revealed to everyone when (for some unknown reason) Rescue punched his journal out of my hands and the pages scattered across the floor.
His OCD-prone notes frequently stating the need for something to be cleaned were strategically placed to cover his actions as a C.O.L.O.R operative. It turns out that he was going to go out on a date with Gabby later in the day before she disappeared at this premier for a new Latina show. 
Rescue called his driver and we got dropped off at the show's filming location in downtown, where we were greeted enthusiastically by the receptionist. She took down the others' names but Dom and I were relegated to acting as their bodyguards. In retrospect, I probably should have gotten a proper photo of Dom in the suit and sunglasses for Jake, but I was too distracted with my own suit. Turns out that garter belts, heels, and stockings are the latest fashion in bodyguard-wear. Another woman with a large headset clucked and pushed us onstage, the others enjoying their time, save for Rhiannon who looked like she was going to faint and go paler than she already was. Dom and I stood stoically on the edge of the frame as Challenge danced with the interviewer, Maria Rodriguez-Martinez, for a solid 15 or so minutes. The others bought enough time for me to hack into our earpieces and overhear some interesting dialogue between strange people. 
A sort of reverb entered throughout my earpiece after the hack as chaos began to erupt on stage and my systems overloaded with purple lightning. I shut down shortly after, the last thing my memory core recalling being the dragging of my body by Challenge. My system detected the critical damage and regenerated:
Re-initiating Regen-01 protocol
: >Detecting large non-essential files
: >Recalibrating physical overlay structure
:: >Deleting non-essential files
:: >Orienting nano-beads to location LH-1,2,3,4,5
:: >Orienting nano-beads to location RH-1,2,3,4,5
Regen-01 protocol complete
I re-activated in a room with the others, strange demons clawing on the edge of walls. A new power buzzed at my fingertips and, holding out my hands, a barrier of solidified, lavender light radiated out, crackling with glass-like energy. They were held back as if I bent reality itself to keep them at bay so the others could fight and escape. Dom managed to smash his way down through the floors with the aid of Rescue, and Challenge helped the others to escape, leaving Gabby for last. Rhiannon managed to entrap Whitelight with some magical vines to prevent him from leaving and I saw an opportunity to act. Taking out a villain would help us immensely in getting a threat off the streets, so I dropped the barrier to brandish a glassy punch towards him as the vines pulled and secured him in place.
Before I could finish the job, Rescue jumped in front of Whitelight, shattering the projection back towards me, scraping up across my arm and face. Just as he jumped, he shouted about his father, protecting Whitelight... his dad. We looked at each other for what seemed like eternity before escaping the building. 
I'm currently writing this in the Base, a locket placed next to me that I found on my person after the fight. Opening it, I see a picture of the Team and I sitting around a booth table at Philosotea. It was given to me as a nifty birthday gift from a teammate of mine, Gwendolyn! I've seen her around the base a couple of times and the others have been on a few missions with her so she seems interesting. Her whole knightly attitude and magic sword seem really awesome, I hope to be assigned on the same mission sometime...
==What Kind of Hero?==
One corner of the page is charred slightly after an electric shock burned that part of the book.
I didn’t expect the outcome to turn out this way. It started with a simple bank robbery, but the ending is still running through my processor over and over. Most of the team took the night off to prepare for Thanksgiving, and with Grandma Josie in space watching over some of the travelling members, there’s nothing waiting at home. I suited up and went out looking for crimes to stop and report to the police. Fortunately, well unfortunately, there was a robbery in progress at a jewelry store in mid-town. I dispatched the first goon by swinging into the window frame and grabbing him with my legs, swinging him up onto the roof. His friend came to check out where his buddy went and saw his mask before I came down from the ceiling, knocking him out with a punch to the face. Moving down towards the others, traversing out of sight, I jumped down ready to split-kick them but we heard a shout before I could dispatch them. 
An officer was shouting from the ground outside her vehicle, gun pointed and telling the robbers to put their arms up. They put their arms up, firing their guns from the high ground. Luckily, I managed to swing around and wedge myself between them, creating a barrier to deflect the bullets. Unluckily, it seems like my motor functions turned off in order to generate the needed energy and use the large amount of processing power. Before they ran off, I was able to grab {CODE CORRUPTED}01983r2uewigr and turn it over to the officer. Her name was Officer Burch and she actually offered me a ride home in the squad car. There isn’t wasn’t anyone waiting for me though so we ended up driving near to where the Big Base was. I’m writing this entry in the recreational space since I can’t be at home, alone, after all that’s happened. 
Anyway, we were in the car and she started to ask a few questions that really stuck with me. Why do I want to be a hero? What does it mean to be a hero? Something like this came up a while back when the Sonata on the station was stolen. I remember saying that with the powers we have, it’s our responsibility to help those who don’t. We both agreed on that kind of answer and drove on, the cityscape desaturated and grey. It wasn’t long before she received a call over her radio about some strange goings on in a squatter neighbourhood with lights and loud noises. We drove over to the neighbourhood and Officer Burch went out to investigate while I sat in the car. After asking the neighbours if they’d seen something strange, Officer Burch went into the abandoned house next door to check out the disturbance. Watching the house, I noticed that some familiar looking uniforms were patrolling around, G.R.E.Y. Officer Burch would have been surrounded and taken out so I got out of the car and ran, disregarding any tactical planning. I. Had. To. Help. 
I reached the top flight of stairs and noticed her, surrounded by G.R.E.Y soldiers, holding a child near her. My vision fried and I felt something shock through my back before my syste{CODE CORRUPTED}90324irejwgefd They began to reboot and some of the systems, like GPS (which is still offline and the secondary reason I’m staying at the base instead of at home) were completely wire-crossed and offline. I was restrained in a cage, Officer Burch and the little girl behind bars as well with G.R.E.Y soldiers surrounding us in a transport truck. The guard watching over my cage was speaking over the comms about something, his gun trained and ready as he asked “Dead or alive”. 
Before he could make that decision, I snatched the gun away from him, firing it at full blast and tipping the truck off-road, flipping it in the process. When it stopped flipping, the rest of the guards were unconscious but Officer Burch and the little girl were on the side that leaned towards the waterfront. With some guidance from my systems on which parts of the truck were weakest and most likely to cause a weight imbalance, I guided Officer Burch to the keys that unlocked my restraints. We pulled the little girl out of the truck before taking a moment and pulling the rest of the G.R.E.Y grunts as well. Safe for now, we took a moment to gather our surroundings and see if there were any notable landmarks to pinpoint our location, an industrial zone from what we could see in the closed down factories. At this point, I was close to the little girl, she looked barely 8 years old and that was when I noticed a scanner code on part of her neck. My visual feed activated and scanned the code, bringing up something I never could have expected. 
ES-17… She was the next model in my line, effectively my younger sister. Where would I even begin on understanding this? It made sense now why G.R.E.Y wanted to take her back but, in that moment, I felt something. My systems seized up with something I still don’t understand, Officer Burch noticing something in the distance as I sat down on the grass, motor systems still rebooting. She came up to us and said we had to go since more trucks and apparently helicopters were coming now. 
On cue, the sound of tires and engines could be heard along with the spinning of rotor blades. My nav systems were still down but my memory files recall a familiar location on the docks to when we fought Early Man along with the knowledge that there was a sewer system that lead directly to a radio antenna I could hook up to in order to get a real bearing on our location. Officer Burch pointed out the tower and we dropped down into the sewer, the scent unpleasant based on her grimace as we hid from the soldiers. We walked for a while before taking a needed break. ES-17, it’s still strange to write that down, had some sort of doll with dark hair in her hand. I asked who it was and she said it was another girl she’d been friends with at G.R.E.Y, Silica, but she’d been taken away. 
She took my hand for a minute and something within my systems came flashing back. I was at G.R.E.Y again, conducting a motor test. Rounding the corner of the hall, I saw her, the name tag on her lab coat clearer than I ever could have remembered, Dr. Klaudia Mann… A door opened up behind her as the other scientists were writing down information and handling some diagnostics. There were four people inside, two in the memory possessing something distinct from what I remember. One had smiles all over, another seemingly made of static{CODE CORRUPTED}e9sg8fhdgn7fh I need to get my systems fixed soon. The hallways faded away back to the sewers and the three of us walked on. 
We emerged out of the sewer next to the building, making our way to the entrance. There was one moment of levity when I attempted to pull the door open but couldn’t with all my strength, Officer Burch pushing the door open with ease. It quickly evaporated though when the alarm began blaring through the building and distant vehicles could be heard speeding towards our location. Officer Burch picked up ES-17 and I shot up the stairs, literally 12 at a time. Blasting through the door onto the roof, I quickly jumped up on the tower ready to plug in, but a helicopter tore wind as it flew up on our location. Officer Burch fired at it with an electrical gun she’d picked up, dismantling the armed weapons pointed straight at us. We could hear more soldiers thundering up the steps and everything slowed as I connected my wires into the electrical tower. 
The grid overcharged, ready to take out everyone, including Officer Burch and ES-17. It took more than what I had to control the burst but I took out everyone, using my own internal grid to absorb and control the burst, powering down as soon as the others were safe. When I woke up again, the sky was pink as the sun rose. Part of the building was decimated from the electric blast and probably the crashed helicopter and sirens were sounding in the distance. Officer Burch told me she’d called for backup to try and sort this mess out along with taking ES-17 into police {CODE CORRUPTED}0e9rw8eght6. I stayed lying on the ground until the vehicles pulled up, ES-17 sitting close to the both of us. 
The people that came though were not from the police force. Bodyguards came and cleaned up the mass of unconscious soldiers and Councilman Rodriguez followed after. My fan started up and I stood up, trying to put myself between him and ES-17. He took her away. I tried telling her that it was better to stay with us than to go with him, but she wanted to go back. Did she know what was going on? I begged for her not to go with him, but she took his hand and wanted to go. Flared up, I shouted back as they were entering the car to ask more about ‘Silica’ and it was only then that she seemed to frown before the door closed. 
Rodriguez turned his head back before getting in the car, and all I could see was that same smile as in the memory. I went back to Officer Burch to try talking with her but she refused to acknowledge me. She was upset, but what had I done? Something about what happened with Rodriguez was wrong but I still can’t figure out what it was. Things couldn’t have shouldn’t have gotten worse after that but they did… There’s someone out there who’s related to me and I have to look out for her. I failed her. What kind of hero can’t save even a little girl? I need answers but all I ever get are questions. 
Next time ES-17, I won’t fail you, I just need another chance to make things right, no matter what happens.
==Baul Pla-AGENT ES-16 ACTIVATED==
>Agent designation ES-16 activated
>Agent return en route
>Preparing missions
>Preparing UN-ES.16
: >Execute memory clear?
:: >Yes
:: >No
:: ...
: >Processing...
: >Command complete
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