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M.T.A.F.
Micro Tactical Action Force

This is a group of very different and unique micros, a closer look at their body and joints reveals that these girls are not living flesh and blood. These tiny soldiers look more like miniature dolls or action figures. Sadly that is not their only plight, their creator was a toymaker turned confectioner, who loved children. He knew that children loved dolls, and that they also loved candy; therefore he created a series of small edible dolls for children to play with and eat when they were done. Completely ignorant of the fact that his shop was built in the path of a mystical leyline, the candymaker set about incarnating his little edible creations. As the little soldier cooled in their molds, having been made in such loving detail, the mana in the air infused them with life and souls. The little creatures made their escape while their creator made his tea, and went out to join the rest of micro kind. For lack of any other inspiration, the girls named themselved after their respective flavors.

Soon they joined the Micro Military and were seperated for their training. After many months, they were once again reunited both as a family and as a team. The Micro Tactical Action Force, or M.T.A.F. for short, as they referred to in the Micro military are a squad of elite, highly trained, expertly skilled operatives. At least, that's what these soldiers were told. In truth they were put together again, because no one else would work with them. Yes the girls were sociable with other Micros for the most part, and indeed were highly trained, but it seems that none of that training really stuck. The other Micros just didn't have the heart to tell these girls that they just weren't all that bright.

Champagne: Ht: 3" Wt: 2.0 oz
Voted oldest sister and Commander. As far as being the oldest, Champagne won in a near unanimous decision. She coordinates communications, logistics and gives out orders for the others to carry out. She has a motherly attitude towards her "sisters" and genuinely feels responsible for all of them. While she has the heart of a born leader, Champagne does lack the mind for it. When things get dicey, she starts to panic over her siblings' safety and starts screwing up her words, often giving orders backwards or just the wrong ones altogether. Despite her faults she does try to do her best for the sake of her sisters and is grateful for their support and condfidence in her. Off duty, Champagne likes to make tea for everyone, and do
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Cocoa: Ht: 2" Wt: 0.9 oz
Unanimously voted the youngest sister being also the most childish and innocent; Cocoa is fun loving, playful, and energetic. She loves attention, especially belly rubs and is the most loyal and obediant of all the sisters. She is also closest to Champagne whom she admires and looks up to, always eager to please and willing to carry out any order. Cocoa does have a habit of biting off more than she can chew in an effort to impress Champagne and typically needs a quick evac after stirring up more trouble than she can handle. When she isn't busy being the object of vinilla&Cream's teasing and pranks, she often unwittingly adds to their hijinks. She handles security, guard duties, search and destroy, tracking, and search and rescue when she isn't in need of it herself. Off duty, Cocoa enjoys anything involving a ball, going for walks with her sisters, or just helping out Champagne with whatever she's doing.

Kahlua, Amaretto, Frangelico: Ht: 1" Wt: 0.5 oz
The gleesome threesome, as they are affectionately referred to as by their other sisters; these tripletts are nearly always together. They seem to be of one mind sometimes, finishing each others sentences or speaking in unison with eerie preicision. They even made up their own sign lnaguage that only the three of them understand. Though their efforts may seem clumsy and comic, they tend to get their job done, just not on time. The bond between them is uncanny. They're strong for their size and do alot of the family's grunt work. During missions, the triplets are the shock troopers, bringing out artillery and surprising the enemy for either heavy assault or diversionary tactics. Firing off RPG's, EMP shells, tear gas, flares, concussion and frag grenades. If hostiles make it through that, the trio breaks out the flamethrowers and sword. Off duty, when they're not playing gopher for their sisters, they're playing in a band they made.

Kahlua, the blond with the sword and eye patch is the ring leader, often speaking for all three of them to rest of the family during important decisions. She keeps them well choreographed, even if it isn't pretty. Stubborn beyond her size, she answers only to Champagne and Cognac. Off duty, she plays lead guitar and lead vocals, singing soprano.

Amaretto, with her red hair is a spunky spitfire tomboy and general cheerleader; both for the triplets, and the sisters overall. Having always a kind word of encouragement and motivation for anyone she feels needs it. Amaretto is a party girl and a daredevil with a heart of gold. She may not always agree with Kahlua, but goes along anyways knowing Kahlua will be there for her in the end if things turn out wrong. Off duty, she plays drums and sings alto.

Frangelico, with her purple hair and nealry always sleepy expression, is very much the eye of the storm for the pint sized trio. Quiet and laid back, she mellows out the other two and keeps them from getting too hyper. She also the peacemaker and keeps everyone getting along. A bit of a space cadet, Frangelico often needs help staying focused or awake. Vitually silent, her voice is heard only when absolutely necessary, saying as absolutely little as possible. The exception to this is when the bands is doing something, or one of the family's been hurt right infront of her. In which case, the normally demure girl becomes a frightening beserker hell bent on revenge. Despite her being a space case, Frangelico is a very good listener and thoughtful person. All the other sisters often confide in her their troubles and secrets knowing that she won't tell, and finding comfort in her cryptically short answers for them. Off duty, she plays bass guitar and bottoms out the vocal range with her deep voice nearly reaching baritone notes.

Vanilla, Cream: Ht: 2.5" Wt: 1.5 oz
These feline twins are the mischief makers of the family and nearly as inseparable as the gleesome threesome. In fact the pair often works with the trio on missions. Affectionately referred to as Burg (Vanilla) and Lars (Cream), the devious duo specialize in stealth, breaking and entering, close quarters combat, sabatoge, and "aquisition". They often use the confusion caused by the triplets' attacks to sneak behind enemy lines; whether to raid for supplies, steal a particular item, free captured Micro commrades or throw a monkey wrench (sometimes literally) into the enemies' plans. Stealthy though they are, they do often get sidetracked and distracted, their curiosity getting the better of them on a regular basis. Off duty, the pair are incurable pranksters whose favorite target is of course the more canine Cocoa. Unless doing something that amuses them, they tend to get lazy and are often found napping in each other's arms or laying in the sun. they are also fascinated by all things shiny, much to the dismay of the rest of the sisters, as the two will attemtp to pilfer what ever catches their eyes, regardless of what it is or to whom it may belong.

Vanilla, with the bow on her tail, large boots, and odd hands is the free spirit of the family. Always cheerful and outgoing, she is also the more childish of the cat twins, truely believing that the world is a big playground until someone gets hurt. More brawns than brains, she enjoys a good laugh and brings the muscle to the pair. Her "hands" are really modular attachments that she's outfitted with before a given mission depending on the scenario. In this photo, she's been outfitted with a mace and also a drill that doubles as a short range rocket. Among her many attachments, the one thing Vanilla actually lacks is some kind of a hand to do everyday things with; so she prefers to leave more delicate tasks to her counterpart.

Cream, in her headgear, is much more the brains of the duo. Combining stealth and grace, she's the closest thing the sisters have to a ninja among them. Brilliant in unarmed combat and unmatched manual dexterity. It seems Cream's deft hands pick up the slack from Vanilla not having any. Cream is also very protective of her twin, often taking the blame for the lovable brute's clumsiness without a second thought. She won't hesitate to take the place of her partner in crime, in the event they get punished or captured. She always insists on being the only one to feed Vanilla during meals. During missions, it's Cream who figures what attachments her twin should take and guides the smiling lug along with her. Off duty, Cream may be the one to plan the pranks and capers, but she always lets Vanilla chose the victem and what they snatch.

Liquorice: Ht: 2.9" Wt: 2.1 oz
Liquorice, pictured here next to a wall mural she's painting, is by far the most gentle and timid of all the sisters. She is also in possession of the most generous set of feminine curves among all the sisters; making her the envy of a few of them, especially Cognac. As the medic, she is a constant worrier over the safety of her sisters, unable to calm down until everyone is safely back at base. She always sends everyone off with a kiss and rushes to greet them in her arms upon their return. She constanly lectures her sisters while she treats them about being too reckless, and what would happen if she wasn't there, and all that some such. As much as the rest of the family can't stand Liquorice's lecturing and preaching to them, they put up it because the know she only does it because of how much she cares for them all and hates to see them hurt. In spite of all her timidity and being the Nervous Nelly of the family, Liquorice is quite a capable interrogator ontop of her first rate skills as a medic. Granted, after an interrogation, she always searches out Frangelico to cry on the little one's shoulder and confide her feelings of guilt to. Off duty, the shy sister likes to paint and clean. Her philosophy is that nothing can melt away the stress like picking up a broom or dusting all the shelves; which do to how much she panics has made her into a bit of a neat freak.

Lemon, Lime: 2.8" Wt: 1.7 oz
While these two sisters certainly aren't twin, they might as well be. The spend more time with each other than anyone else, perhaps too much time with each other. It's worth noting that while Frangelico is easily quietest among all the sisters, these two chatter boxes are the noisiest. Speaking so quickly it's hard for the other sisters to get a word in edge wise, often leaving the rest of the family to wonder if these two ever stop long enough to breathe. Highly competitive, even between themselves, they're not satisfied until they proven themselves better. This competitive streak sometimes even spills over into missions, which has caused a fair share of catastrophies as the motormouths try to out do each other. Prone to fights and disagreements due to their nonstop dueling; in the end, they always make up with hugs and cuddling that might go just a bit beyond mere family bonds. They share everything, even the same bed, which only raises more eyebrows at the exceptionally close relationship between the two. The talkative pair can also type, just as fast as they can talk. They handle all IT related issues around the base, intel support, and cyber warfare. Off duty, they enjoy playing and making video games, or assisting Plum with the software aspects of her inventions; though what they may do in their room dehind closed doors remains the subject of rumors and speculation.

Lemon, in the pink hair and short ponytails, is the driving force behind the pair, always the one to come out with a challenge or turn something into a competition. She's also the far more randy and lewd one. Often, teasing Lime with innuendo and the occasional touch to make most of the other sisters blush. Known for her unabashed demeanor and dirty mind, the only one to escape the musings of her suggestive tongue is Cognac, for reasons they do not discuss openly. Lemon takes great delight in watching her sisters, especially Lime, squirm and flush at her comments which flirt closely on the border of sexual harrassment. Unashamedly blunt and forthright, Lemon never hesistates to say what's on her mind even if it isn't always decent. The other sisters realize that Lemon isn't trying to be mean, it's just the way she is, tart with just a hint of sweetness.

Lime, with her long blue ponytails streaming down to her knees, is by comparison, much more modest and reserved; the good little girl to Lemon's bad girl image. Though every bit as competitive as Lemon, Lime takes both her victories and defeats with grace and poise. Always one to choose her words carefully, being polite and tactiful even if a fast talker. The other sisters often wonder how she manages to get along so well with Lemon, considering how much verbal and physical teasing she's subjected to from her fellow computer wiz. In truth, Lime's mind is often just as dirty as Lemon's but is much to embarrassed to admit it, and she secretly enjoys the attention from her pink haired counterpart. A rival on the keyboard, and more than merely a sister off of it. She actually admires the unihibited attitude of Lemon, and so willingly submits to all of the other girl's whims. Something which has lead the rest of family to joke that Lime seems more like a pet or plaything to Lemon than a sister; a joke which just might be more truth than suspected. It should also be noted, that Lime is actually Plum's near identical twin sister.

Cognac: Ht: 4" Wt: 4.6 oz
Cognac stands out from the rest of the family. Aside from having the youngest appearance among the sisters, and her multipart complicated wings, Cognac is absolutely the largest, heaviest, and strongest of all the sisters. Towering over her sisters by a full inch or more, and weighing over twice as much as any of then, Cognac's serious demeanor makes her rather imposing to her sisters. Inspite of her truely childlike appearance, the winged sister was voted second oldest for her maturity. Indeed, Cognac is often the only source of sanity amid the family's madness. A stickler for decorem and propriety, she often gets upset with Lemon's crudeness. She is also the only one to answer back and stun Liquorice to silence, mid lecture. And though, she is loathe to admit it, Cognac is rather jealous of the more feminine curves of her sisters when compared to her own very flat and aerodynic frame. Stoic and aloof, she tends to hold herself apart from her sisters, not taking part in any of their games and antics. All this standoffishness is really jut mere posturing. In all honesty, Cognac considers herself to a misfit in the family for all her uniqueness. Easily embarressed and very self concious, Cognac has complexes over her height, weight, her flat body, and her wings, hiding her insecurities with her gruff interactions with the other sisters. She was a rival for Champagne over leadership issues, and often disagrees with the more maternal sister over how things should be done. However, she accepts that she was not voted in, not because she admits Champagne is a better leader, but that her own abilities are far more useful in the field than in a war room. In the air, Cognac has the speed and grace of a dragon fly. Because of this she is often charged with long range observations, transport to the field, and emergency evac duties. Her size and strength allow her carry up to three of her sisters at one, and she won't hesitate to risk life and limb to retireve her sisters if their in danger. Champagne will sometimes call her a princess during their spats, but all the sisters truely think of her as their guardian angel during missions. Off duty, Cognac enjoys reading, racing small bird, mayflies, and dragonflies. Begrudgingly, she enjoys the tea made by Champagne.

Plum: Ht: 3.0" Wt: 2.0 oz
Plum is Lime's near identical twin sister, but the two couldn't possibly be more different. Not nearly as close to her twin as Vanilla and Cream or the triplets are to each other; they do get along well. While Lime deals with software and virtual abstracts, Plum prefers hardware and concrete objects by comparison. In truth, a gentle soul, even if her inventions aren't always so. If Cream is the ninja, Cognac the angel, and Franjelico is the philosopher; Plum if the eccentric mad scientist. A bit of a bommb-nut, she is M.T.A.F.'s engineer and demolitions expert, she also heads R&D for her sisters. Doing everything from designing new attachments for Vanilla, to making an automatic ball thrower for Cocoa, to setting mines and explosives to take down a bridge or blow up an enemy lab. Sadly, Plum is the single most frequent recipient of Liquorice's lectures and the dynamite girl is often caught up in the aftermath of her own explosives or an experiment which ended in disaster. Cracked up, injured, and typically knocked silly, the inventor reaches out to anyone and anything for help with a cheerful smile and a snagled tooth. Dazed and confused, she'll be trusting to anyone that finds her, which isn't always a good thing. She often calls upon Lemon, Lime, and the triplets to get her invetions put together and running; whether they work or not is typically a roll of the dice. Always eager to take commisions or request for an invention, this girl in never happier than with a wrench or hammer in hand and design specs by her side. Off duty, she pretty much enjoys the same things she does on duty. Inventing, designing, and blowing things up; the last parts he'd enjoy more if she didn't keep blowing up along with it.

M.T.A.F. Mobile Headquarters. Ht: 4'7" Wt: 361 lbs Cap: 90 gal
A seemingly unassuming, though rather large public city trash can. However, this simple refuse receptacle is in reality, not so simple. It is actually the mobile command center for the M.T.A.F. This gigantic (by micro standards) moving fortress is chock full with sleeping quarters, medical suite, cyber lab, munitions depot, gym, communication center, swimming pool, brig, cafeteria, holodeck, wi-fi and cellular boosters, engineering bay, conference room, food storage, dishwasher, and even a kitchen sink among other things. It holds everything the M.T.A.F. team needs during deployment away from Micro Central. To complete the cammoflage, if the lid is opened, it looks like the trash can is crammed full of litter and garbage. Champagne drives the entire thing from her seat in the comm chair. When moving, the fortress travels on its wheels and caterpillar treads hidden under the base, just infront of the wheels. Top speed is 10 mph. The whole thing is powered by a micro sized graviton reactor, and during emergencies or maintenance of the reactor; a battery bank is charged by solar panels on the lid and outside of the fortress. Its heavy mass along with 2FT spikes ultrasonically drilled into the ground below ensure that no normal sized people tip it over.