RP: Crusaders

"No, but im hoping theyll assume the ice was meant to cover something and, hopefully, dig for us instead of climb for us..." Firebird explained. "I know its not likely, which is why im hoping my crew can KICK IT INTO GEAR!" he added, shouting the last words into his wrist.

Greg smiled, "I'll be dammed" he replied, pointing to the ship flying towards them, "Did they finally come or is it my bad luck and that's a cyborg war ship?"

"Too damn small too be a warship..." Firebird muttered, glancing at the ship.
He raised his arm as a small blast of fire shot out of his arm. "Over here, genius!" he shouted into his wrist.

Greg frowned, "When we're out of here" he stated, "Drop me off at Mr. Chow's chinese reasturant and I'll be on my way" he added gruffly.

"Dont you wish it were that simple..." Firebird muttered as the ship hovered over them. It began to fire small lasers into the sawrms of cyborgs as it landed.
"Get in here, sir!" someone called from inside. "We can't keep this thing down for too long..."
Firebird stepped into the ship through a newly opened door. "You coming?" he called over his shoulder.

Greg looked down and gulped at his alternative, "No" he said sarcastically, "Like I'd rather fight off hundreds of cyborgs" he stated, getting in the ship as the door closed.

"Get us outta here!" Firebird shouted, turning toward the pilot as the ship lifted off.
"Of course sir... but where are we going?" the pilot added, managing a quick glance at Frostbite.
"Well?" Firebird asked. "Do you really wanna go to the chinese place or are you, as i believe, too intrigued to just walk away right now?"

Greg smiled, "The chinese place isn't your ordinary reasturant" he replied, "Let's go there, you'll see..."

"...Very well..." Firebird said slowly. "Jones, take us to the afformentioned chinese place..." he added with a slight grin.
"Yes sir," replied the pilot, shifting the ship's directions.

Once they reached the chinese reasturant, they departed the ship. They entered, "Good morning Mr chong" he said, "This is my friend and we'd like your meal of the day..." he added, winking and pointing to Firebird.

"...Alright then, i guess so..." Firebird said, confused. "Wanna fill me in here?"

Greg smiled as Mr. Chong escorted them to the back of the chinese place and past the workers picking their nose and making the food. Greg gagged a little, "Get ready" he stated as Chong opened the door. Inside lay a complex warehouse, filled with humans and their weaponry, "Welcome to F.T.C. headquarters..."

Firebird paused, glancing around the large warehouse.
"And what exactly is F.T.C.?" he asked slowly.

Greg smiled, "It stands for: **** the Cyborgs" he stated, "You can fill in the blanks" he added, proceeding down a flight of stairs and towards the main control panel.

"I'm intrigued..." Firebird said, still glancing around the area. "What exactly are you using this place fo..."
He quickly stopped himself. "Scratch that... howl ong has this organization been in activity?" he asked, following Frostbite.

Greg smiled, "I've been here for three years" he stated, "And the whole thing was started by good ol' Mr chow five years ago, I came at a time of great need..."

"Would you... excuse me for a second?" Firebird asked, stepping away as his wrist seemed to beep.
As he tapped his wrist, an indistinguishable voice sounded from it, Firebird replying quietly to every sentence. "No, dont worry... everything is fine..." he finished, flicking his wrist again.
"Now, you were saying?" he added, turning back to Frostbite.

Greg shook his head, "I wasn't" he replied, "You were....":

Name: Jade Hitomi Carson
Age: 28
Height: 6?1
Weight: 129 pounds
Appearance: Long black and purple hair platted back down to her waist, bright sea green eyes and pale skin. Wears brown combat pants and a plain black top. Large wings with a span of over 15 ft.
Weapons: Not many, a sword, depends on powers mostly.
Armour: None, weighs down too much.
Magic/skills: Wings, good at close combat. Can create and control the wind and ice element.
Personality: Stuborn in a good way, mostly happy and positive. Some days she's the complete opposite and could take a hit at anyone. Sarcastic and witty and absolutely dependant to herself.
History: Died at the age of 28, over 200 years ago. Was, before she died, originally a subject to human experimets with the aim of developing human life expectancy. The experiments were kept secret and soon stopped after her death years ago.

((Approved. introduce yourself whenever you're ready.))

"Well yes but... oh, forget it..." Firebird said, cutting himself off. "Listen, with all of your work here, have you ever heard of anyone from a group of humanoid Crusaders?"