If she was actually meaning to join the Rotax Brotherhood, I suppose it could work. Although, I'd probably have to incorporate that in someway in the IC thread, and have both groups(the Brotherhood and the League) intertwine more often.
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Three Months Prior...
A bolt twisted off under the twirling magnetic pressure of his Rotator. With three bolts down and two to go, Ry-Yu adjusted his arm into a more comfortable position and moved the tool across the bottom of the engine until it locked onto another bolt, and the twisting force was generated again. Traltus' sun's rays boiled the sandy air that he breathed; the same sandy air that he was sure had disrupted the engine. That same sun would have given him countless burns, too, were it not for the nanotechnology in his skin. It as one of the rare things he could be happy for during the countless weeks he would spend in the desert, hunting strange creatures that he had no real qualm with. To his mild pleasure, Ry had heard rumours that the Syndicate was on an unstable balance. If that was so, he would not be rejoicing, but he might find some small enjoyment in the prospect of a new job. For nearly a dozen years all he had driven into the desert, hoping to encounter a creature that had a far greater chance of killing him than he did of killing it. Both thankfully and unthankfully, he had encountered very few of these desert beasts. His fortune forced him to use other methods of pecuniary collection, and if he had believed there was a choice, he would have gladly switched to one of these other professions. But the rush of facing such a powerful creature and winning... It was addictive. That was the reason he came back to the desert only weeks after having returned, always having made a vow that this time would be his last. Of course, it could not be his last. At his age, there wasn't enough brain left to be acclimated to a new profession. He had considered trying to be a soldier, but eventually he had decided that the Syndicate probably wouldn't want someone like him. He was strong, but he wasn't fit, and he wasn't fast. He was an average man, and average men did not become soldiers.
His current occupation had taught him how to drive. There were times when he would think he had spotted a beast, and almost instinctively he would pick up speed. His four-wheeled vehicle, stripped for parts to sell, was sturdy, but not strong, and if it had taken a hit it would have been gone before he was. Not strong, perhaps, but he could make it fast. Often, the supposed beast would have disappeared by the time he reached its location, Ry-Yu often deciding it was just a mirage of hope. Sometimes, when there was a creature, the beast would flee through canyons and across vast expanses, and his truck would pursue, rolling over the sand flats and rebounding off of rocks. Other times, the creature would not flee. It would rise from the sand, look straight at Ry, and turn the tables. These were the times when he would learn his second skill of desert hunting: Marksmanship. When the creature began to pursue him, depending on the species he would either take his rifle, which was always at the ready, and shoot at the soft flesh, or he would take hold of the controls, and get out of there as fast as possible.
The fourth bolt came off as easily as the third had, and so Ry-Yu moved on to the fifth. The fifth bolt slipped off overly easily, and Ry pulled his head under the automobile to get a look at the engine as he pulled off the plating. When he pulled it off, though, he realized that the fifth bolt had split in two, and so he removed the part which had been disrupting the connections between two wires. He pulled himself out from under the engine and rose to his feet,reaching into a compartment in the back of the vehicle where he retrieved a spare bolt.
A few minutes later, with a fixed engine and a quenched thirst, Ry ignited the engine and drove off towards more unrewarding days of Desert Hunting.
IC thread will be up shortly. Expect a meeting with the Arc League.