3: McMillan : Friendships made in Fire.

 McMillan's Saga: The comments and stories here after in this thread a spread throughout S.T.E.A.M's adventures and maybe independent of as McMillan is a enigma of sorts but also may be a sideline or an event in parallel.

Like many adventures and teams: There is a common thread that pulls her back to her compatriots and also that which pulls her to tend to matters that need attention. And sometimes just sometimes Laine will find herself in usual situations just by her new found friendships.

We pick up with McMillan after she has learned about the true power behind her brand. Iron Forged by the Gods, Celestial fire used for heat.. These things left the Mark of the Gods upon her and in her.

Her shot is true, reflexes quick. A bit of metal work herself, tinker and chemist all from arcane knowledge that flows through her, makes her a master a weapons, ammo, and locks and traps.

Aging disrupted by time and power .. a women caught between here and there looking upon her 40s with eyes that tell the tale of a much longer span.

She was to be used as a weapon by rogues in a dystopian society of 3200's only to flee to another timeline where she is destined to meet up with STEAM, Take residence in the Consortiums Great Hall and become one of the members of an exclusive covert team that seeks out that which lurks in the mist and darkness harboring ill will.

Shall you read on about the story of McMillan.

McMillan returns to her room to make ready to go to the opera. Mac paws at her with a whine knowing something is off. All the knowledge that was just given will not be washed away with whiskey. Gods, Rogues that I have vanquished.. I am neither her nor there...

She didn't remember vanquishing the group that gave her the brand.

She puts down her things.. sends word she will not be joining Doc, Hyde and Watson for a lovely evening.. but instead wants to research and honestly just needs to put herself back together for a moment .. for the problem with knowledge is once you have it you can't unknow it and now carry the responsibility that goes with the freedom of knowing

McMillan would wander down the hall to find her friends Sable and Maria .. yet Sable has disappeared to do an assassins deed and Maria is mentioned to be on a trek to Romania .. something with family .. Laine changes into more comfortable gear. peasant shirt, trousers, bare feet.. kicks them up on the table..

McMillan...I was half asleep on the sculpted sofa infront of the fire. MaC snoring bone between his paws. He lifts his head before it happens..I feel the Brand Burn.. and in a wink..I find myself behind a rock boots next to me, my hat guns, long knife ammo belt and my walking satchel. I hear her taunt of the attackers, a laugh and then.. "remembered your boots this time." Saaable... I hurriedly shove the boots on, belt, dawn my Hat. .Almost Giddy Sable calls ."ARE YOU GOING TO JOIN THE FUN" bullets ping and ricochet off the rock, hit the sand dirt close. I have my belt on now rounds checked.. I looked over at my wild electric glowing friend.. Shout ""Fun eah...remind me to help redefine this later" "Mortal or other?" ..

DOES IT MATTER is the smirk ladder quip back. And it doesn't. To get out of this it's a shoot and hit the mark . In my bag I have a couple pepper bombs and smoke .. I put on my glasses.. grab and launch the bombs ..hear the screams of the burning a stop in the barrage. Now it's my turn. I MOVE doing a dance of death as I shoot from both hands.. landing my mark . and our assailants go down some up in flames a couple mortal..laying.. tattoos covering ilky white skin.

Turn to Sable.. "nice company you are keeping..."

He brazen smile with electric blue eyes..emit a coy tone"dont judge".

At least that's my.memory of events.. 

Sable was called away again to do the deeds she was trained for as an acolyte in her mother’s temple. She slides quietly through the dark ready to engage the evil vile creatures that were preying on a small village in the wild Scottish moors. They feed on the innocent children or the moors stealing their very life and entrapping their souls. Sable has on her gear she has a bow with arrows tipped in holy water her pistols each in holsters at her hip an assortment of blessed and magical knives. She enjoys this side of herself the wilderness in her heart is set free. She is waiting the creatures are accompanied by the men who called upon them. She sees a child. A lovely young girl laying limp on the ground and that’s when it begins. The Goddess awakens and this time she calls upon a friend a sister in arms. And the deadly dance begins. Sable begins with laughter and a thought don’t forget the boots.. she is weaving in the moonlight almost erotic the way she moves and her aim is deadly they begin to shoot when Laine appears . The fun really begins. Together these two are deadly accurate. It is apparent that these women have a bond as each hit their mark staying out of each others way. Before it even has a chance to begin it’s over . Laine say “nice company you keep” Sable still imbibed with the Goddess looks at her friend “Don’t judge” She bends down to check the child, that’s when Laine sees it. The brand by the fire the child’s chest above her heart exposed but Sable had shown up just in time. Laine gets a haunted look “is she alive? “ Yes Laine she’s alive. The two look at her Sable goes to pick her up but Laines moves in “no let me...” they return the child to the village. The parents were killed but she has an Aunt who seemed kind so they leave her there. Laine wipes her eyes. This is something new. Sable feels a pulse between her and Laine. They are now connected in a way that bonds most. They have killed together. Sable sighs. “I often feel divided in this world like I don’t belong, being as old as I am things move sometimes to quickly. I have never had another to understand how it is to not really age. To watch those around you die and you live on .” I guess what I’m saying is I’m glad I found you. I hope we can be friends for a long time Laine. “ Sable puts her hands on Laines shoulders and gives her a peck on each cheek. “ today you are my sister in arms and I pledge to come when you are in need. “ Sable turns around and starts to walk to the dark forest with the moon shining above she is glowing a light golden hue. “ come there are a few more to the east of here I want to finish this. “ Laine laughs and follows

McMillan: As I run following Sable I touch the brand ..say "fosgailte" ..as the portal opens I whistle..soon Mac and Reign are running with us. I grab hold of Reigns mane hair and pop up on her back. I say to Mac find them boy.. and of in a flash of canine cantor he goes.. I ride up to Sable give my hand..

She looks up..."what never rode bare back?" I see the smirk... "Yes Yes just take my hand " and launch her to sit behind me..hold on..As Reign takes off after Mac and our quarry....

This is the hunt I like out ..not in corridors ..fresh air, tainted sometimes by the smells of cast black powder..a sulfur thing.. we come up to Mac growling .. We have chased them backed up to a Ridgewall.. behind some larger trees. From the barks shots ring and curses Mac has ran them out of ammunition. MS.Sable I present you with your Quarry.

Sable jumps down off the horse. It’s been a long time since she has ridden one she feels exhilarated. She is still glowing from the hunt. She sees him. A man chanting, calling on evil forces. She pulls her bow notches up an arrow in a flash and lets it fly. It hits its mark. It pierces his leg. She pulls her guns as he screams in agony. The arrow is tipped with a slow moving toxin. It burns with a fire he will never escape. Laine shoots the creatures with him. Sable walks up to the man. “ You have been charged with the corruption of innocent children. Murder. And perversion of life. Who do you work for! “ Sables voice is that of a pissed of God. It is fearsome and angry. It reverberates across the Moors. The man shrinks away sweat dripping from his brow he begs for her to make it stop. Sable is a sight to behold blue fire surrounds her. “ ANSWER ME MORTAL!” He screams in fear at her but refuses to tell . Laine looks at the man disgust on her face She aims her gun “I wouldn’t tempt the Goddess boy. She is mighty pissed and I think she can make ya suffer without killin ya” Sable draws on the Earth, blue lights run like veins to Sable she draws a deep breath and calls up the minions of the underworld. The mans eyes are wide with fright when a light shoot from Sable and to the man head “See the pain you have caused” the man screams and his body collapses. The truth of his acts kills him his mouth open in a silent scream. If they could see inside they would see his heart burst. Sable comes back Laine is scratching the back of her neck. “Darn Sable you could have let me question him. “ a smirk  hints of the tease they both knew he would never reveal the truth. Sable looks at Laine a wickedly sexy laugh bubbles out of her. “At least you have your boots.