Patricia handed Kristen her APFC computer with a smile. Kristen found that it was carefully painted a bright green. "I spent hours painting this thing so you better be grateful. Also, take these things."

Patricia opened a chest and pulled out a handgun. "The ammunition in this gun has two functions. If you press on this little square here on the side, you'll see it change colors. It'll only respond to your fingerprint for both the mode change and the trigger to the gun itself, so even if your enemy steals it and pulls the trigger, it'll lock, just as if the gun was on safety. When the mode panel is blue, the shots ejected will be explosive. They'll drill into a fleshy body and detonate after three seconds from impact. If the mode panel is red, the shots ejected will be armor piercing. They'll go through some pretty hard stuff. If you're a damn good shooter, you may consider firing a hole into your enemy with the armor piercing to negate its defenses and then switch and fire an explosive to do your major damage. Of course, since it's very difficult to hit a target in the exact same place, the exact same way, twice ["something IHMN's character could do"], I don't think you'd bother with it unless you're desperate. The clips for the gun are painted red or blue to help you determine which rounds are which and so are the clip slots that designate which clip goes where. If you mess it up, it's just a simple matter of rethinking how the gun fires. That should be easy enough once you get some real hard practice with it. Now, here's a fresh change of your clothes. Your clothes are made of a special polyfibre which is more protective, though not by much. Anyways, let's get to really playing with your powers. I'm going to teach you how you can use your environment along with your powers to your advantage."

Kristen closed her eyes for a minute to absord all of this, then looked at Patricia and nodded. "Let's do this."

Dean liked the idea of helping people and followed the others through the panel and into a lockerroom. Adams was there already and going through what was probably his things.
"Hello, and here are your things",He handed Dean ammo for his silenced pistol and brough out what looked like a black long suit case. Adams handed it to him and he felt like he had found a friend, he opened it up and there was a sniper rifle.
"This you will use in those situations where youll need to do something at far range", Adams said to him, Dean picked it up and looked through the scope,"I like it", dean said with a smile."Now if you will come this way Ill show you some things about yourself", Adams said as he walked down the hall.

"I'm sorry, but your APFC is all I have for you." Dr. Harshaw said. "Fortunately, it's all you will broblably need."

He checked a monitor. "Your energy has been bleeding off slowly as you take it in. Now that you are aware of the energy, however, the charge should continue as it was meant to."

"I'm sorry to do this to you boy," the doctor said, "but it's dangerous for you to stay here. You may not understand, but trust me." Dynamite wanted to ask questions but the doctor flipped a switch on his control pannel and he found himself somewhere else though he couldn't for the life of him tell where.

Interface retreived his apfc which had been modified by the scientists from the normal format, allowing him to better use it in conjunction with his power.

He placed it within a specially designed slot on his clothing which kept it in contact with his skin without interfering with anything.

He looked at the others, learning more about them as he did so, complementing the information he had retrieved earlier.

"interesting"

he also retrieved a long cable on a specially designed spool

this would allow him to whip and grab things at a distance, also capable of snaking around corners to test traps.

before he could do anything else, however, a switch was flipped, and he appeared in a large room with a grid pattern on the walls and ceiling.

There were no doors or windows, but the walls seemed to glow with an inner light.

Before he could do anything, an intercom blared.

"you are now in combat testing facility 000213. here you will be tested for actual combat situations, rather than simply firing at targets. in addition to yourselves, we will be testing a special field in which no damage or destruction can occur. It only works within a confined space, so there is not much military application other than testing, but if it works then we can have other soldiers fight each other in these. right now, however, we are merely seeing whether or not the walls get damaged. The others are being placed within their own testing units, and as you advance, you will be grouped together, eventually with all of you in the same unit. once you have been tested there, you will all be moved to the streets of the capitol where a number of discontent have taken it into their heads to drive a couple of tanks around scaring people. you may deal with that any way you wish, but we would prefer that they not die. the others are recieving the same speech you are, and you will not hear anything else from us until you have completed that mission. be warned. operation commencing. now"

A couple of large walker assault vehicles now stood within the room, and the room faded away to reveal an abandoned section of roadway.

The walkers were facing away from him, so he snuck up on one of them and forced it to fire at the other, shooting off the weaponry and damaging the hydraulics, but leaving any potential occupant intact. he then convinced the same parts in the one he was grappling to malfunction.

the road and the walkers faded away, and another of his fellow soldiers faded into focus.

before he could see who it was, enemies began appearing and the setting changed

He had the exact same thing as Interface did, but he didn't know that. Instead he charged at the first walker assault vehicle. Both machines realized he was here and one started to fire. Leverik ran straight towards the other one and ran up and backflipped off the machine while the other shot it to bits. His landing wasn't perfect, but it was enough to get him to a running position to charge at the other one. Instead of running at it, he ran in circles around it, just fast enough to keep out of the radius of the guns, and of course firing his pistols into the machine. Finally the machine stopped after a bullet hit the main processing unit in it and he was transported into another room. He looked around and noticed someone was here, but then he heard something coming.

Dynamite hid behind a structure and waited for his chance. He had made a plan based on technical information pulled from total recal and calculated a breif probobility. 98%. As the assault vehicles rolled past him. he came swiftly out behind them and punched as hard as he could at a specific target on the back of one.

These specific vehicles have a minute weakness in their armor, which breaks at a certain psi in perticular. As Dynamites hand hit it, it caved in, exposing wires. Dynamite then mounted himself on the back of the vehicle and hard wired it to fire on it's comrad, then rewired it to blow up the fuel tank. Since the pasenger compartment was heat shielded, neither pilot was harmed. Dynamite just barely cleared the blast.

The Weaver woke up last and got an extra pair of garment that was semi protective and very light. he was then briefed.

he was sent to the training rooms and made the controles on the walkers change and they shot the main cortex of wires and computer parts thus nuetralizing them both he then fought on dragon back with a sword and bow alongside another soldier.

then he fought with 3 others agaist an airship, he rode the dragon to the top taking out the turrets as he went and puntured the hydrogen tank "Humans never learn" he thought to himself and once a safe distance away shot a flaming arrow at it and it exploded. he was then sent to a new place

OOC: what the crap!? dragon? "humans never learn" ???

EDIT: i have read the signupp and you need to say more clearly that you "imagine" something, and a dragon? sure thats in your everyday life.

Read the signup

EDIT: it is a zepplin, these have been made and have blown up many times

OOC: And you read the discussion. Several things wrong with you and your character.

IC:

Jacob's creator had gotten him his APFC, since he didn't want to disturb him. Jacob had not gone along with everyone else, and continued to play with his ball. He had gotten control over the ball, and could change it as he pleased.

Dr. Ruthored decided this would be a good time to teach Jacob more about his powers, since he had gotten control of a small portion of it. He took Jacob along with him to his lab, where he hooked Jacob up to the virtual helmet so he could teach the super soldier a little more.