((Sorry for this late reply...lol...))
((Splitting them up is fine...and I'm okay with whatever when it comes to making teams...lol))
Sterling had to remind herself not to allow the bots in her body to try and remove the foreign object lodged in her neck. She ran her fingers over the bump, but quickly retracted them when a sudden ache rippled through her neck. Hissing in pain, she decided to leave the chip alone, since fiddling with it could potentially kill her. The bots which swam around in her body swarmed to the site of pain in an attempt to fix whatever was hurting, but before they could do so Sterling canceled the program, so they backed off and continued floating around aimlessly. They varied in shape and size, but the majority of them were small enough to swim freely in her bloodstream. Growling quietly, Sterling leaned her back up against the wall, but quickly recoiled when yet another ache rippled through her body. The robotic limbs attached to her back were starting to ache again, and if she used them too much the dull pain would turn into burning agony. Sometimes, she wished she was normal. The limbs did help her in a sense, and the bots were cool, but sometimes they did more harm than help. She couldn't maintain the limbs properly, so she frequently experienced malfunctions. The cables keeping them together were loose and vulnerable; one slash and said limb would be useless...for good. All the materials needed to repair the limbs were scarce, so maintenance was impossible. Hissing lowly, Sterling bared her teeth at a few prisoners who got a little too close, and raised her tail in a threatening manner. The needle embedded in said tail could inject a paralyzing toxin into whatever it grabbed, but the effect duration couldn't be relied on. It could last a few hours, a few minutes, or just a few seconds depending on the person. Even she wasn't immune to her own toxin, but thanks to her bots, the effects were short. The longest duration was about 24 minutes...maybe 25. She couldn't remember. All she did know was life was going to be different from now on. Much different.
She had picked up a few pieces of armor from the crates, and she was already set when it came to weaponry. Her limbs subconsciously flexed, and her tail coiled in on itself. Carrying any extra weaponry would be excessive, and even if her limbs did malfunction, she could still manually operate her tail. By pulling the arms on the tail back, the needle would come out, and she could inject the toxin in herself. The only issue was...the tail was heavy. Very heavy. She could still walk with them; they carried their own weight in a sense. Lifting them up was like lifting a dead body. Her limbs subconsciously flexed again, but this time they fully extended, which caused her to hiss in agony and use her arms to pull them back down. She'd need to find some sort of material that could loosen the joints; it was getting harder and harder to move them in a fluid motion. The two pieces of metal screamed when they scraped up against each other, and hissing angrily, Sterling tugged down roughly and they finally clicked back into place. She flexed them again, just to make sure.
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Like Sterling, Chimera only picked up a few pieces of armor as well. He also managed to get his hands on some throwing knives, just in case his 'powers' stopped working for some reason or another. He was currently in his favorite form; horns of a ram, arms of a lion, and an Anaconda for a tail. The lionesque forearms were modified, of course, since he needed thumbs to...well...operate things. Chimera leaned his back up against a wall and curled his living tail around one of his legs, since it had a habit of lashing out at anyone that got too close. It hissed quietly and opened its jaws, revealing its sharp teeth to those around him. The snake had its own brain, instincts, etc. Whenever he 'retracted' it, it 'fell asleep' in a sense. When used, it would wake up. Same for any other snake or such he'd use as a tail. Gazing at a few of the prisoners around him, he searched for Sterling. She would normally be easy to spot, but he couldn't find her. "Must be hiding," he thought, and crossing his arms, he sighed quietly.