Abrahms

Abrahms shoulders move with his quiet laughter. "I let you in on a secret Newton, I volunteered for this post. The guy from HI showed asking for a volunteer from my squad. Thing is the barracks were getting boring, so I said sure. I mean I am 85 i thought this would be a good way to slowly get out of the super warfare." Sighing he shakes his head and looks back to Newton. "But I have always believed that old saying, with power responsibility. So here I am until I am to old to do this garbage anymore." Patting the young man on the back, "now you know my idea of semi-retirement, what do you think" The smile obvious on his face.

"Charcoal, better flavor and we have our own starter after all" he states laughingly. "I like a good porterhouse myself, but I am happy cooking anything on the grill.”

He looks over the street again as he continues speaking, and walking around the edges of the roof to check the perimeter. “By the way what did your lab tech have to say about the goop. Let me guess alien origin, and where in deep doo. I think we need start actually pulling watches, until we teach these evil doer types we aren’t such pushovers. Could you mention it to Mystic since you’re the XO. Aside from Mystic as CO and you his second, do we really have a chain of command at all? Also who is above mystic, the Chief of police or Hero Intervention?”

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The agent strolled by the Two-six and looked up at Abrahms, just like a normal pedestrian would look at a hero up on a roof.

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Abrahms does a tiping of his hat gesture at the passerbye. Noting the only truly note worthy thing, that this guy was on there side of the street. Where most, true not all but most stayed on the other side, due to the 2 6 's luck as of late. "Citizen" he says as he goes back to looking out front, but keeping the fellow in sight, just not looking directly at him.

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The buzz of a wormhole opening sounded next Abrahms, and a moment later,

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Abrahms drops to a fighting stance.

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Newton’s Apple appeared next to the armored man. “Hello, Abrahms,” Newton said with a jaunty grin. “How’re you doing? I finished my errands at the plaza. I’m going to go head down to the grocery store before I turn in. Is there anything you would like as long as I’m heading there?”

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A smile shows acroos his face as he straightens up. "Oh yes indeed, to start with a 15# bag of potatos. Half dozen ears of corn, and several thick steaks for the bar B." The waggling brow is wasted due to the helmet and glasses, but the smile is all there.
"Maybe some Bar B Q sause also, and if we dont have a BBQ I'll go get one so we can do some outside cooking. If that is a safe idea I'm not sure around here yet." He says with a chuckle. "I feel like I am at Def Com 1. I will pounce first ask questions later if anyhing is even suspicious out there." He say waving his hand in a sweep out the front of the building, watching the fellow dissapear past the edge of a building. "Is that ok, for an order I mean?"

Walking to the board, Abrahms writes himself onto gaurd duty, in brackets he adds on the roof. As he climbs the stairs, he remebers a chameleon suit right out of that movie "Predator". He place a call to his friend to put one on order. I wish i had it now he thinks as he steps out on to the roof. Since i can be invisible up here I might as well stand out. The armor clad Marine steps out into the open, to stand above the front doors.

The armored figure can be seen from anywhere that can se the buildings front. He carefully scans the street and buildings around the 26. The dark blue mirrored sunglasses seem out of place with the green motife of everything else he wears.
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The drone above pipes his every movement back to the watcher, in there room down the street.

Rough Justice eyes narrowed, the only show of emotion. "Good thing old man, otherwise I wouldn't have been around to bail you out. But Sting was here, he could have helped you too. I'll be in the garage, cleaning it again." With that he turned and disapeared down the hall.

Abrahms was washing just rinsing his hair as the light went out. "Ah jeez, wonderful just wonderful getting caught with my pants down. Hell that would be preferable to caught naked." He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and listened intently, turning the water off. Using the dim light from the small window he dried of as he moved to the bunk area. Abrahms was moving queitly as he could, he spun to a motion seen. But as he looked directly at it it vanished, still no sounds of combat. Pulling on his BDU's as wuickly as possible while remaining silent.

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“I’m not here to harm you, and this is a solemn moment. I would appreciate your silence. I am Siverine, apprentice to War Witch, you have heard of her? I am here on her behalf. Issues in Croatoa retain her attention, so she cannot be called out on matters at this level of importance.”

“You are Mystic Inferno?”
Mystic stepped forward. “I am.”

“You have completed your trial of the illusionist, you have defeated the sorcerers of the Tsoo, and you have banished the Banished pantheon spirits. You are worthy to be brought into our circle. Receive this, commit it to memory, and destroy it.” She handed forth a scroll that looked ancient. Then she handed him a ring. “This signifies that you have attained the rank of Archmage. War Witch is looking forward to meeting you in person. Until then, we can only thank you for what you have done, and for what you have not yet accomplished.”

“Make a note, Sting. From now on deliveries are to be made round back.” Mystic slipped on the ring and headed back to his office. “Terribly sorry for all the fuss. I’m having a sandwich delivered later, so if a dimensional doorway opens in the lobby…” Mystic shot a glance back at everyone, “don’t be alarmed.”

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Abrahms stood at the top of the stairs, starting to relax. "well its nice to know someone is appreciating your, our work around here Mystic. Sorry i missed most of that, but the second floor is um... secure."

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"Hey Sting dude, what time is it, I fell asleep back there" his voice shifting to ask a question. "I didn't miss anything did I?" RJ asks looking around.

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"Sure did kid, but you would have been bored no one to hurt"

Sean rolled onto his side looking at the clock, it wash flashing 12:00. "Great we lost power I wonder what time it is," hitting the light switch he sat up. It cant be to late feels like i only dozed off for a moment, there id the problem with no windows. Opening the door he walked down the hall to the lobby
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“Make a note, Sting. From now on deliveries are to be made round back.” Mystic slipped on the ring and headed back to his office. “Terribly sorry for all the fuss. I’m having a sandwich delivered later, so if a dimensional doorway opens in the lobby…” Mystic shot a glance back at everyone, “don’t be alarmed.”

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"Hey Sting dude, what time is it, I fell asleep back there" his voice shifting to ask a question. "I didn't miss anything did I?"

Rough Justice was still silent, had been since the port to clear air. After the first couple of wild swings, he realized there was no enemy around and fell in to a sullen mood. Sean was angry, at himself at the others for putting him into a position he had to kill again. He had not done that in a very long time and certainly since becoming a 'Super Hero'. Sure killing people he had been apart of even orchestrated many murders. But that was before his rebirth at the hands of the team Heroics. While he lay in the hospital recovering from the toxic poisons he had ingested and absorbed through all his cuts and contusion from his fight to protect his Super dyne lab. Well Marrow Snaps lab anyway, that mutated slime of dyne due to that radiation guys bombardment his own dark energies he’d tried to use, the plasma residue from that punch of Halo. Did some nasty thing to his body. He was in the Ziggs infirmary for a month as his body changed, as did his life. While incarcerated and in a coma, Marrow Snap decided to make his displeasure with Sean who seemed all but dead an object of a terrible lesson to never fail him.
When Sean came around six months later, he was incredibly strong, very damage resistant. All these things made him eager to return to his friends on the streets, the Hellions would not stop them ever again. When the public defenders office got him out of the Zigg, on hardship reasons and the horrible punishment he had gone through when he was arrested. Made more then enough to equal the time the DA had wanted to give him.
When he got home, his life changed for real. His mother, 2 little sisters and brother had become the lesson that Marrow taught. Then and there he vowed to fight crime and the evil that lead to his family’s death. From that moment on he had told himself he would not kill any more people, with the exception of Marrow and the goons who killed his family. These thoughts flash through his head as he closed the door to his room; there she was the one who braved the slime to save him. His new role model, Kara "sorry darlin I failed you today I killed at least 5 council troops." With a sigh he flopped onto his bunk, closing his eyes hoping sleep would take him quickly.

Abrahms followed Sting and Mystic to the holding cell.

"You know I saw this in a movie once. Lots of bad things happened soon after." He looked at his colleagues. He waves his hand in front of his face, curling his nose at the pungent stink of the goop.

"If I was still in the service, base would be issuing a recall of all troops, and canceling all leave and liberty calls. Tighten watch schedules, check perimeter alarms and the like. Maybe we should just put sheet metal over the windows, which have not gotten the bullet proof glass in yet. But that would be if I was on a Post some where, just thought I might mention it." He shrugs and turns towards the door.

"I am going to get a hair cut it starting to feel shaggy." He runs his hand over his head the full thick hair the grey of his 85 years, barley longer that the thickness of his fingers. "I'll hit the showers then armor up and be on duty. I don't know if you had the chance to read my records yet. But so you know, do to my body’s regeneration rate fatigue poisons don’t really build to fast so I can go long periods without sleep. That and all the military training dealing with functionality under sleep deprivation, of course. Well ill be back on in about 45." He turns and climbs the stairs 2 at a time.

Just a slight update from the original post.

<ul type="square">[*]Supergroup Name: Heroics[*]Website:http: www.guildportal.com/Guild.aspx?GuildID=26862&amp;TabID=241653[*]Leader or Recruiting Officers:Abrahms, Rouser[*]Preferred Method of contact: ingame email, SG website [*]Guild Description: We do like to attempt RPing, we are a group of friends and would like to do more RPing and group activities. All though we have been around for about a year, considerus a young guild. Most members are east coast time zone, one myself live in New Zealand. Abrahms or the other listed alias's below are on in early afternoon States time.[/list]

Abrahms watch the jeep fly from no where into advaning troops. "I'd know that jeep out fo thin air trick. Glad you could make it Newon. Now can you get us out of here before the Kid kills to many of these guys."
Rouhh Justice was into rough punishment right on past the justice end of it. He put his entire body into a jab he through into his next victim. As the ripped up a slab of concrete and flattened a minigunner in mid barrage.

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A few moments later, Newton pushed himself through a singularity, and saw Abrahm’s and a fiery figure battling it out with a platoon of Council soldiers. Newton keyed his mike. “RJ, hope you’re ready,” Newton said as he pulled the fighter through the wormhole and placed him next to Abrahms.

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Gritting his teeth, "I hate this," he growls between clenched teeth and is gone.

"Hey old man, you miss me." Slamming a startled council soldier over the head, cracking his helmet and dropping him like a boneless chicken. Wanting and needing to show up this ancient hero, RJ starts to stride into the mas of oncoming soldiers. Finding a lamp post, he up roots it using it as broom to sweep the soldiers clear.

Overly proud of himself, he does not see the crew up to his left. "Your loaded, Sam take the shot" Bob tells his partner as he taps him on the top oh his helmet. Bob lines up the crosshairs and squeezes the trigger.

Abrahms sees a large puff and a streak of smoke up and left, the streak pointing towards.."ROUGH, DUCK!!" to late as RJ looks as the self propeeled rocket find hims. A large explosion causing shrap and body parts to fly leaving a nice open circle of dead dieing and groaning council troops.

The pain in his chest is intense, craked ribs for sure he thinks. Ears still ringing he climbs to his feet, left arm protectively placed over the bare and skin on his left side. "RRAAAAAWWWWWWAAAARRRRRRRR, IM GONNA KILL YOU ALL" Grabbing the first thing he can, the jeep he stopped against and hurls it to the roof top crushing Sam and Bob. Their screams thier epitath as the car came down.

OOC: Crey has a file on Abrahms and Rough Justice for your use MG.
http://www.creyindustries.com/viewhero.php?id=11347
http://www.creyindustries.com/viewhero.php?id=14416

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When they come, Abrahms, make sure to let them know it’s still me.

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Uhh Ya no problem, Mystic" The name an obvious question just by tone of voice. With that Abrahms redoubled his efforts, yelling out help to Mystic. He was always good at combat instruction, helping his men avoid gettign killed. Of course the Marines just said he was a natural leader, he claimed paranoia. The energy shield of his biophysical energy protectd him from the damaging aspect of the Monsters aura. But the heat was like a sauna, his flack jacket felt like it was sliding do to the sweat the heat was producing. "If your stonger like that barricade that other door." He slapped another patch on a soldier. "I am running out of port patches Mystic, never thought that would happen, I realy hope they hurry it up."

"Hiya," RJ stepped out of tha van giving his greeting along with a curt nod of his head. Looking around the garage, he went to a window to take a peak outside. "Well it could be worse, I think. You could of parked outside. So Newton whats our next move.?" Pointedly Rough Justice gives his attention to the joker.

"Uh huh, laugh it up go ahead. I was one ritual from becoming a Bone Daddy. I was a Deaths Head Lute for a couple years. But I don’t think I am aloud to lead you folks here, cause bud that just would not be teaching me to be a good...&lt;sigh&gt; nice is a better word hero now would it." He clenches a fist at his side, tight enough to hear the knuckles pop.

"So you'll do chuckles till Mystic finds someone better or you die." As he spins and heads up the stairs he gives a wicked smile and wink to Sting, then in a whoosh he’s gone upstairs and out the front door waiting on Max.

With one raised eyebrow and a sceptical look at Sting. "Ya ok, I am the newb here whatever you guys say." Taking a look at the plan of attack, "arent you worried about those big doggys picking up your scent." This said pointedly at the Cat lady, with a rather rougish smile.

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Elisa sighed and shook her head, "They just had to go stir things up over there, didn't they." she pulled a cellphone out of a concealed pocket and pressed send, "Max, yeah this is Elisa... Yes the gun is in one piece... Okay we are going to need you to pick us up at the 2-6, and drop us off at the Target Point earlier than usual. Max, it isn't my fault that two of the groups members decided to have an ice cream social over there. Well, things cant be too bad, they called for a pickup... Okay we'll see you in 20 minutes."

&lt;Potential ending of the post, a combination of the Shopping run, and the retrieval mission can tweak if nessicery.&gt;

Elisa put the cellphone back into the pocket, and went to her room

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Rough Justice looks around confused,"who the hell is Max? Why is the cat lady arraning a pick up to go where."

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and brought back a map of Striga. She flattened it out on a nearby desk, and gave the rest of the group a stern look, "Okay folks, the mission has changed. Max will be arriving any moment now. He will be our mode of transport to and from striga, believe me, he has his methods. Now, we are going to break up into two groups, and hit two seperate Council bases at once. The two teams will be the Rescue team, and the Recovery team. The rescue team will be going in and retrieving Abrhams and Mystic from the base. The Recover team will be infiltrating a Council Warehouse, and recovering specific parts and weapons from the warehouse. I am going to be in charge of the Recovery mission as I am in need of ammuntion. I would strongly suggest that Newton be in charge of the Rescue mission."

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" Um sorry lady, but I work for Mystic and Newton as back up PO. I aint going nowhere to I know who leads. I dont like the Zig and sure as hell dont want a free trip back there." Crossing his arms over his chest, he takes a defient stance as we awaits the answers he seems to need to hear. " Aint that right Sting?"

"Yah, i'd have to agree with Sting on that. The council are thick there, hell I dont like going around that island unless it is absolutely neccassary. Hey new guy what was your name i did not catch it, or forgot ti in the excitement." Rough Justice looks at the Eidolon, who would feel apprehension, tension, excitement, and down rite rage as he looks at him. Being an undisciplined mind his thought jump at you but outward composure is ice. Did he say he was one of Vahz creations, I'll snap him in two, dam zombie mothers. "Ed.. something was it?"

Seeing the crinkle of the smile at the corner of mystics eyes, Abrahms cant help but chuckle shaking his head. "You know, you to young men should learn something from this. Your huge cannons do nothing to me, same as those guns on your hips. So do your self a favor, walk away from here before you get into these guys to deep. If you need help, here is my cell number. If you set a trap I'll be most angry." As mystic hangs up, he repeats "most angry" then puts a suddenly glowing fist through the steel control concel of the station "know what I mean." The last devlivered with a very deliberate whisper.

Abrahms had to agree with Mystic, although he actually only did one real drop into Germany. He was a Marine so all the rest of his time was spent in the Pacific theater. He has always done his best making a great target to let the squad or team in this case get the good shots.

"Thanks fellas, you should realy think of a career change." A glowing fist waved under there noses. "Mstic when our call is finnished we might as well melt down the radio,' he shrugs' I mean since we are here and all." Turning to the radio men, "tell Burkhalter Abrahms sends his best. Also consider this a warning, WE WILL BE BACK." Turning back to Mystic he gives him a wink and a smile. "i hate these guys and what they stand for I fought them for 60 years now, they just never learn, and they keep finding Dupes like these clowns to fill their ranks." The last being said with an finger stabbing point at the two now cowering guards.

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Mystic looked blankly at Abrahms. "I'm afraid we'll have to walk home."

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With a deep sigh, made all the more visible as he hung floating in mid air. "Well if it is to taxing on you I can easily bounce all the way back. Once we are over dry land, and I get my bearings that is," Lifting his hand to his brow Abrahms peers into the distance. "You know I think that" he says pointing to the setting sun. "might just be that Council mountain of Strigia way over there. Maybe another 10 miles max. Then we can use a phone to cal the 2 6." Abrahms is noticably agitated as he looks down at all that water, and the considerable swim to Strigia. The mountain standing out even more as the sun dips lower backlighting the huge robotics factory.

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"Well if this junk is gonna attract more clocks, lets clear most of it out of here. Just keep the bits we need to study."

Sting started cleaning, throwing parts and pieces into a box.

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"Lets just throw it in the furnace, slagg em all" A malicous smile crosses his face.

Rough Justice stiffened at the tension in the air. "Easy Sting they are here because I called them. As you can tell Zot knows her stuff, and Halo is a friend of that old drill sgt. guy." He gave them both a look, as to say sorry.
"So what option do we have, slag that metal? Hope the boss finds his way back. Ok Elisa have fun? Man i just finnished cleaning up down here to." Sean kick the ting head of a sproket into a wall were it exploaded to pieces on impact.

Sean surged to his feet in one motin going into a bone popping stretch. "Yah I have a better idea, we ask Zot. By the way Sting, ah Newton you can meet later, Elisa, and mind guy Amadan. This is Zot,this is the Two Six. She is closest thing I know to an expert on clocks." Rough Justice looked towards the blue armored form.