Principles of advanced cybernetic prosthesis and the advocacy thereof: Integration, advancement, evolution. The best that two entities have to offer, refined. Man-made machine, machine-made man. Cohesion.

The tailored coat is pulled taut over broad shoulders. It lends a certain stiffness to an otherwise upright head-of-table. Empty seats serve their purpose. Knuckles drum against the wood.

Extricating Talon from Vialli’s weeds is an ongoing endeavor. Many years of many minds to change. Blunt force, or a long fall, are effective tools. And in situations in which tact is a necessity, the scalpel is polished with fear. Bars do not blind one to betrayal, evidently.

In an empty conference room in a Talon base, with wide windows as reflective as a mirror in the night, Akande takes a call. Half an hour later, standing before the glass, he smiles.

‘Normalcy’ is a cloak that some wear well, and indifference can be a deeply unsettling thing. It suits Sanjay Korpal, who is himself a deeply unsettling man. Akande knows it well. He can read it from across the Council table - Korpal is simmering about something.

Consummate troublemakers seldom make trouble for one another, but there are exceptions. Exceptions that they can sort on their own. It’s what he tells the man making the complaint. Akande doesn’t coddle.

Akande sits behind a desk. One fingertip drumming against the wood keeps the time. He’s requested a meeting. Sombra

In a white suit, in a golden room, with someone pretty, with something sparkling. Attention elsewhere, considering contempt.

A car can be thrown with enough force to leave a crater in the asphalt. In that regard, the action may be similar to that of a power gauntlet. Where it differs, however, is the size.

Moira O'Deorain >TELLING ALL YOUR FRIENDS YOU GOT DEEZ NUTZ IN YOUR FACE.

Chaos reigns.