OOC - I have made multiple posts to denote different periods of time.

IC - Slade stood, 'blinking' in a sense, his optic filaments adjusting to the australian sunlight. His chassis began to simmer softly under the heat and his body rippled calmly as he exhaled, the heat of the blazing sun was one thing that Slade was glad for the loss of true feeling, while his mind was informing his body that he would burn without the proper lotion-applicant he knew in full that it no longer held any danger to his metallic sheen. For the next few weeks this would be his home, his job, his punishment. After wasting considerable amounts of time and resources owned by his employer, mr Antonescu, following some experiment that cost him his memories and almost his very life; Slade had been waiting for the inevitable punishment. It would be sharp and swift, and his employer would expect nothing less than excellence if Slade was to regain favour.

Slade had been given barely enough time to recover, and inbetween the intensive rehab fitness regimes were routines and excercises to reaffirm the lifestyle to which a kabal member must survive. To what he could remember, and as he regained strength, Slade bore the tasks as if they were second sense. He had expected nothing less. He would receive more information upon arrival, his expected task was to work closely with the humans against a recent mutant uprising. While mr Antonescu was indeed in support of mutant power, he prefered a more... 'profitable cohabitation' between the two subspecies of humanity. Were the humans to collate too much power Slade had no doubt his employer would be more than happy to lend his 'skills' elsewhere. That was the principle: balance in profit; profit in power.

Slade's mobile rang from inside his hip-located glove compartment, the tell-tale buzzing of the text message informing him of his new assignment. As far as he could guess, Slade would be on bodyguard duty over here; although he could possibly just be muscle... He flicked open his silver phone and read the instructions. Travel to Canberra and meet the comissioner of the local human resistance, as Slade knew it the mutant revolution was gaining ground by the day. The recent haywire outbreak had hurt Australia the worst, when the extremist revolt had begun the homosapiens were in no position to react. It had been a blood bath ever since. Foreign forces dared not intervene due to current geopolitical atmosphere involving the Chinese and certain Middle-Eastern powers. On a smaller level there were suspicions that the Order were behind the funding and support for the mutant movement, although this was mere speculation.

So, to Canberra, and whatever hellish job was facing him. This was to be no easy task, fighting humans was routine. Fighting mutants was always interesting, you had to assess their mutant level, how their ability matched yours, how to overcome thier ability. The typical 'fight or flight' strategem being imposed upon many of these critical features of mutant battle. Slade now knew he was either ground forces support or personal bodyguard detail, he would prefer the latter but the very fact of that meant mr Antonescu would probably have him enlisted for the former. Sighing softly he transformed slowly into his Audi form, it would be a long drive and he had to choose his paths carefully. The fact that he was a mutant would keep him safe for now but as soon as the revolution learnt of his employment details they would no longer treat him as a 'comrade'.
"Let's get this sh*t over with then" Slade sighed inwardly as he pulled away across the dirt road, flicking his radio onto the favourite hip hop as he embarked on his long journey.

Slade pushed his way through the streets of Canberra, in the human-held area of the downtowns. The homosapiens parted like the red sea, partly in confusion and mostly in fear. They all knew mutants were being hired to tackle the mutant revolution but they certainly hadn't lost their innate knack for ignorant hatred and mistrust. Maybe for once it was justified... Then again, for once they knew how mutants felt; backed up against the f*cking wall!

He was approaching a small estate at the end of a long boulevard, the boulevard was war-torn and charred. This was near the front lines, the main areas in the city at conflict were deeper into the capital and here. This area held significant media broadcasting buildings, banks, military buildings and more. No wonder the revolution was after it... It was also the source of a supply line into the city from beyond the limits, there were few routes safe now on the desolate highways of redneck Australia, the one ending up here being the safest and most protectd of all in homosapien hands. If Canberra fell, that would be it for the humans no doubt about it.

He padded confidently towards the gate guards and presented his documents. They swiftly checked and coroborated his identification before the steel gates were pulled open for him to pass through. Once a homely 'manor' for a wealthy businessman this building had been conscripted, for lack of a better word, into the service of the Australian Defence and Strategic Services. In a nutshell, military intelligence now owned this hunk of brick and mortar. Passing through three more check points a combat fatigues clad human bearing the insignia of an officer gazed suspiciously up at the 6'8" human car.

"So, you're Slade am I right?" The man seemed intent on getting straight to business, so expected for a person who knows their life is in danger 24/7.
"Sure, what's my objective and where do you need me?" Slade replied with a nonchalence that he knew, had it come from a human soldier, would have got him disciplinary action. He observed the officer's face turn puce with grim satisfaction.
"Now... you..." The man sighed, Slade betted the officer had found that difficult to swallow.
"You're representin' one of our necessaries into the centre of Canberra, he has information of possible strikes the mutants are planning. We cannot afford to get this leaked so we're sendin' him wit' you in person. You don't get paid unless he is in tip-top condition upon arrival you understan' mutie?"

Slade scowled, babysitting, how demeaning... He gave a nod in response and turned to rendevous with his target.
"Uh... Hey? Don't you need a ride? Weapons? What about support? You aint seriously goin' it alone out there??" The officer asked incredulously, obviously he'd thought that Slade would need more than mere information from the Australian 'government'. He looked behind him at the officer, cocking his head ever so slightly in response.
"Got guns, got a car, and no. I don't need help from homosapiens."
On that note, he turned and left the compound. Bring it on...