Owner	Pose
Snowbird	It's early evening, and the leaves have just begun to change. Light oranges and reds tipping the leaves of the many and plentiful trees planted around the develoment. A slightly chill breeze rolls through and ruffles the thick blonde hair belonging to the off duty Mounty, Ann McKenzie. Ann is sitting alone in a patio chair at the local coffee shop, sipping on her hot chocolate, and reading a book. The page turns and she continues on, her lips murmuring every third word as she reads.
Mon-El	As the summer months have come to a close and warmer weather waned, so did the crowds of tourists, although they aren't completely gone for the season just yet. There are still a few resilient types about, enjoying gelato and such.     Presently, a local on-duty police officer walks out of the shop she's sitting in front of holding a cappucino and a couple of donuts. But just as he's about to make his way back to his squad car, he's disrupted by a tourist couple who run up looking quite panicked as the man tries to get the officer's attention. "O-officer! Officer, you have to help....th-there's a th-thing...don't know..what...i-it justfell..."     "Whoa, whoa calm down, sir. Where? And you're gonna have to be more specific than 'thing'."     "I-I...West Beach Park!" He points in the direction of the beach. "it looks like some kind of robot, it just fell out of the sky!"     "Damn..." The officer looks worried, because when things fall out of the sky--well, that usually means guys like him juuust might be in over their heads!
Snowbird	Anne lifts her gaze at the panicky tourists, then pointedly looking away. Anyone paying her any attention might think she's trying a bit hard NOT to pay attention to whats beind said. But the bit about the robot has her attention. She takes a big mouthful of her hot chocolate, leaving just the dregs of syrup and milk at the bottom, then sets the cup back down. Her book gets closed around purple bookmark and she gets up. She leaves a cash tip on the table under the hot chocolate cup, and strolls easily around the building. It would take keen perception indeed to see the flash of white from the other side of the building, a tiny bird winging it's way into the sky. Someone watching it carefully might even notice it makes a beeline for the park.
Mon-El	Neither the frightened tourists nor the police officer are paying enough attention to notice it, as they are both still occupied with each other. Anyone else in the area is either minding their own business or listening to the scared couple with growing trepidation and thinking about taking off to avoid the potential danger.     But as for Snowbird, as she heads for the park, it won't be long before she catches sight of the source of the disturbance. Indeed, there is a smoking crater among some of the trees behind the beach as if something did fall out of the sky. And at the center of it, there is what appears to be a smooth, reflective spherical device about the size of a small SUV. Just beneath its mirror-like finish are a series of LEDs that blink and pulse in a particular pattern, although she will not recognize the symbols unless she is familiar with Coluan or Interlac.
Snowbird	Snowbird wings her way to the crash sight, a tiny but very speedy Arctic Warbler, maybe the size of a woman's closed fist. she alights on the branch of a nearby tree, cocking her head so one eye can keep an eye on the robot with it's blinky lights. She's not no clue what the pattern or the design is, but she's concerned. Large robots crash landing in populated area's never bodes well for the inhabitants. She's about 20 feet back, i one of the trees that survived the landing, observing the damage it caused and the craft itself.
Mon-El	Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have caused damage to any buildings or people yet, having landed near population, but not quite on top of it.     That might change though, if someone doesn't intervene, because as soon as it picks up on the movement of a small Arctic Warbler landing in a tree nearby, a red light on the center circumference flashes. There's a very unfriendly-sounding buzz as it starts to spin and hover into the air. Panels around the middle rotate, shifting until what looks sort of like some kind of artillery housing is revealed before a missile is launched straight at the tree she's sitting in!
Snowbird	The Warbler takes flight, wings launching it from the tree, and a very rapid transformation from tiny bird to adult human woman. Her wings become a cape as long as she is, which she flares, like a pair of wings of her own. "YOU SHALL NOT HARM THESE PEOPLE NOR THIS CITY" She calls, her words echoing in the air by unknown means. Her hands work before her, tracing symbols into the air before she throw it out, something delicate. Like throwing a spiders web while trying to preserve it's pattern. The spell, for that is what it is, takes hold and a faintly shimmering barrier materializes between her and the missile launcher.
Mon-El	The missile strikes the barrier and explodes, the hot gases splashing over the shape of it almost like a blanket. But it's brief and the shield is enough to protect her from the flames.     There is no response to her demands, but the machine rotates again, flying slightly higher until it just above the trees. Panels spin and shift once more until a pair of turrets emerge on the sides that open fire, not only at her but haphazardly in all directions as it continues to turn around and around whilst firing. Whatever this thing is, it doesn't appear to be functioning right at all. As the guns start to tear up the ground any vegetation in the area, birds and other small animals can be seen scattering in fear.
Snowbird	The shield protects her, but she's not done with it. Fingers contort and she murmurs hurried words, her will spinning the shield into something else. The explosion is redirected back at the robot, a gout of flame. Most likely it wont do much but scorch it but she is trying. Her spell spent with that gone, she rises into the air, her cape fluttering around her. "COLD OF THE POLES, AID ME IN MY TIME OF NEED" She calls, her voice echoing as before. Her fingers work, manipulating thermal energy, or rather, expelling it from the area. Her breathe leaves as steam, and anything living in the immediate areaaround 20 feet of the bot frosts over but the machine gets the worst of it. Extreme cold creeps over it in the negative hundreds of degrees, fingers of frost raising hoarfrost all along it's shell. Creeping down into the inner workings and flash freezing an moisture at all. With the spell taking affect, she lowers her hands, and those delicate fingers become thick callussed paws, and white hair sprouts all over her. A Yeti. One of the very few creatures capable of surviving temperatures like this, falls like a bullet and lands on the bot, smashing with both fists and a deep throaty roar that echoes louder in the intensly frigid air.
Mon-El	The robot was busy shooting everything in sight when the fire from its own exploding missile suddenly comes flying back at it, superheating its outer shell and some of its inner circuitry as well! This doesn't faze it too much, other than to draw its attention toward her, but it doesn't even get a chance to lanch another barrage of attacks before a sudden wave of frigid cold hits it like a ton of bricks. This is actually super effective, because the heat of the redirected explosion immediately follwed by the sudden cold causes the metal to contort and crack severely. Even before Snowbird jumps on it, the armor has already shattered in a thousand places, cracks spider webbing across the entire surface of the thing.     With the armor effectively destroyed, her powerful yeti fists literally begin to smash the thing to pieces as if it were made of glass. But even as she is tearing into the thing, there's an abrupt *pop* behind her and the sound of someone landing.     "Hey! Hey wait, just WAIT!" Someone desperately calls out.
Snowbird	Pounding and smashing like the Hulk himself, bits of armor and circuitry flying in her efforts, the feral snarls echoing in the cold, even as her spell plays itself out and it slowly starts to warm up again. Very slowly She turns, fangs bared at the intruder interrupting her smashing the evil bot thing, thick paws flexing and eager to tear and smash more things. A gutteral snarl leaves her throat, low and menacing.
Mon-El	The intruder appears to be a young dark-haired man, looking to be either in his late teens or early 20s. Lar peers through her at the damaged robot, and sighs. "Grife, Brainiac's going to kill me." he mutters.     Then he's suddenly in motion, charging past Miss Yeti and shoving her -hard- out of the way before grabbing the wrecked machine and throwing it upward. It soars into the sky like a rocket, traveling at near supersonic speed. But it doesn't quite get out of sight before it suddenly explodes into a massive ball of flame. Thankfully by then its altitude is enough to prevent any further damage.     Once that's taken care of, he turns back to Snowbird, folding his arms with a brow arched. "Overkill a bit?"
Snowbird	Snowbird is forced back a few steps, shes bloody hard to move when wearing the white. But the fur melts away into the blonde and black eyed? No she has pupils, they're just white. Her blue and white uniform reappear from the mass of the beast. "Not at all. Overkill would be calling on.. well never you mind. It posed a threat and I dealt with it." She tells the young man, gathering her cape around around her against the summoned chill. "if that was a toy of yours or your brain freind, then learn to care for them better." She tells him further, then turns away, and rising into the air. Her cape/wings flap and she's gone, trailing bluewhite light behind in a short trail.