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Utterly destroyed in the first round in her ill-fated battle against Samus Aran, Regina awoke some hours later, and was the first fighter hit by Makatsa's darts. Even for the special forces soldier who had fought time-displaced dinosaurs and shadowy government conspiracies, this was not something she had been expecting in her wildest dreams.

Meet Regina:
Regina's Chapter (Battle): Queen of TF: Round 1 - The Machine in the JungleRound 1: The Machine in the Jungle
Regina crouched in the bushes, her fingers tightening around the grip of her heavy machine gun. Her radio had once again remained silent as she called in the backup Director Black had assured her would be meeting her on the island. Unsurprisingly, there had been no sign of them since she pulled her rubber raft on the sandy stretch of beach that marked the island's southern edge. She had been cut off from her gear by a pack of creatures, darting around her in the underbrush, forced further inland to the dense undergrowth that surrounded the concrete slab the ship had touched down upon.
The ship was unlike any the SORT agent had seen before, glistening in the sunlight as it touched down softly. The occupant was some sort of cybernetic creation, a man-sized robot, heavily armed and clearly built for combat. The result of another one of these damn programs, she thought with a frown.
She was getting fed up with S

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Utterly destroyed in the first round in her ill-fated battle against Samus Aran, Regina awoke some hours later, and was the first fighter hit by Makatsa's darts. Even for the special forces soldier who had fought time-displaced dinosaurs and shadowy government conspiracies, this was not something she had been expecting in her wildest dreams.

Meet Regina:
Regina's Chapter (Battle): Queen of TF: Round 1 - The Machine in the JungleRound 1: The Machine in the Jungle
Regina crouched in the bushes, her fingers tightening around the grip of her heavy machine gun. Her radio had once again remained silent as she called in the backup Director Black had assured her would be meeting her on the island. Unsurprisingly, there had been no sign of them since she pulled her rubber raft on the sandy stretch of beach that marked the island's southern edge. She had been cut off from her gear by a pack of creatures, darting around her in the underbrush, forced further inland to the dense undergrowth that surrounded the concrete slab the ship had touched down upon.
The ship was unlike any the SORT agent had seen before, glistening in the sunlight as it touched down softly. The occupant was some sort of cybernetic creation, a man-sized robot, heavily armed and clearly built for combat. The result of another one of these damn programs, she thought with a frown.
She was getting fed up with S

Next (Psylocke):

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Mature Content