What's gonna work? Team Work!

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The Vault was an imposing structure, from the inside. Externally, it looked like an unassuming little building, a facade that masked a door like a bank vault and with as impenetrable a lock.

Inside, it was...considerably more impressive.

Everything about the warren of architecture spoke of thick beams and the weight of the earth. This was meant to be an impenetrable fortress, the headquarters of the so-called 'Strike Team.'

Motoko had left the door ajar, but waited silently in the artificially lit antechamber. It was time for them to meet.

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"Oh no, how dare we offend their delicate sensibilities. Surely, our violent deaths and imprisonment will work as a bandage for them." She snorts and links her fingers behind her head. So far, most of this was old hat to her. A typical shadowrun team forming up, save for the bit where they were on a space boat.

Kidney.

Thing.

She lets her hands drop when it comes time to introduce herself. "You guys can just keep calling me Mei-Xing. In the interests of a better disclosure, I'm a shadowrunner." She pauses a beat, realizing that the name probably means nothing to them. "I've been used to this kind of thing for about... Twelve years now? Yeah. I specialize in burglary and feng shui sabotage. Speaking of which," She shoots the Major a glare. "The flow of qi in this place is royally fucked. I'm gonna have to work on that."

Looking back on the group she rolls her shoulders. "As the boss said, I'm a mage. Means that I can do anything to support you guys, from combat spells to disguises to healing. If you like, I'll give a more thorough explanation later." But it'd have to wait until she threw up some proper barriers around this place, to screw up eavesdroppers.

Tapping her chin, she ponders what else to say. "I'm 28 years old. I was born in Hong Kong, my mother works there. I'm an elf, so I'll probably outlive the lot of you. My measurements are... I forget. Um. I enjoy dance clubs, watching the dragon lines, history, and archery." She peers around. "Am I forgetting anything?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

So far two cyborgs. Ronon wasn't too sure how he felt about that but if they were all on the same team, it was fine by him. Dean's comment about scary ass shit made him wonder what sort of scary ass shit it could have possibly been. He was a little intrigued. The Mei-Xing's was interesting although a little too talkative for his tates. He'd never met an elf before. He silenlty studied everyone as they were speaking, making mental notes.

"Specialist Ronon Dex. Or at least I was before Sateda was destroyed. Joined the army when I was a teenager and faught against the Wraith when they laid seige to my planet and wiped out my people. I was captured by them and they set me 'free' only to hunt me. I was a 'runner' for seven years, running from planet to planet. Eventually ran into some people from Earth, they helped me and I joined their exploration expedition in my galaxy. I've been doing all sorts of military operations since." It was unusually a little more in depth than he'd like but if they were going to be his new team mates, they had to know some things about his background in case it came to bite them in the ass. It was easy on Atlantis where everybody knew where he came from and he didn't really have to speak about himself so much.