Abrahms

"Ahh hell, once more into the breach my friends." Rough Justice launched him self at his 60mph sprint into Bombard yet again. The impact dring both back into the wall. The only reason they did not go through was the earth behind it. The one legged Bombard toppled over and lat flat on its back. With a roar of rage and frustration Rough Justice brought his fists together above his head and down onto the things chest. The impact shook the floor near him and brought breast plate to back plate, the glow left Bombards eyes. Sean took a satggering step backwards, and dropped to a knee, spent.

As much as he hated to admit it, Rough justice could see others clearly. At least get a sense of what was going on. He still felt intruded apon, and fought the use of this tool. It was fundamentally wrong, to him. He saw his next weapon, ran over and grabbed the cog closest to him and had a new club. Blood trickling out of the split lip, he moved to Zots side. Giving her cover with his invulnerable body, to let her catch her breath. Ripping apart the cog and using its peices as projectiles he target as many different clocks as hw could. "Come ya junk, I'll compact you all, 'you ok Zot''' He asked quietly as he held his hand behind him to give her a lift to her feet.

//OOC Good to hear Elisa, glad you made it in to the house

Rough Justice straightens up in suprise and shcok as the unknown and uninvited thought surge into his brain. Bombard took full advantage of the given opertunity, the piston driven fist coming across and catching the preoccupied RJ square in the chest. Rough Justice was hurled backwards with a gush of air from his lung, and a loud grunt of pain. His short flying career ended as he colided with a wall, cracks like spider webs were revealed as he hit the floor. Spreading from where his shoulders and head had impacted a small blood smear in the center, of the smaller of the two webs. A long slow groan escaped as the bight flashes of light bounced in his vision, shaking his head to clear his vison. Groggily climbing to his unsteady feet, the world seeming to be a boat on the ocean. "STAY THE FRACK OUT OF MY HEAD DAMIT!!" One last quick shake of his head, Rough Justice looked for where he was needed.

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Bombard’s massive arms ended in hands as thick as the front end of a pick up truck, and each was driven by pistons that gave a kinetic force equal to such a vehicle moving at sixty miles per hour. The impact drove Sean so strongly into the ground that the concrete floor beneath his feet cracked.

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Rough Justice saw stars from the blow that drove him to one knee and cracked the cement below him. "Dam that hurt, your going to the scrap heap you piece of." There is a scream of fatigued metal censoring out his words. Rough Justice grabbed an ankle of Bombard, and hauling sprung upwards. The joint was weakened from his shoulder impact, allowing its removal with the loud scream of metal. "Sounds like that was painful to me, ya hunk of junk." Using the leg to beat Bombard over onto its back, and continuing until the leg fell to its base pieces.
"You can not end me human." The words grating but hearable over the bashing it was taking.

"Halo there you are can you let her in." The floor shook from the impact of the bench smashing the wall below. "Told you wed here it escape. Hurry we might want here help" With that Rough Justic heade to the stairs, his movement a blurr.

Rough Justice almost flew into the room. Seeing the the line of clocks all shooting at the happless armoured figure. He grabbed the pry bar he'd left against the wall by the door. "HURRY IT UP IT IS UP AND PISSED AND HAS LOTS OF FRIENDS."He yelled over hi shoulder then hit full speed the bar helld to one side. Several loud clang, bangs, din, and squelches of steel later. All the smaller clogs and sprocket were flat on the backs or side. Rough Justice's sweep did two things, stopped Zots pounding and got the rooms attention. "ALL RIGHT, ITS TIME FOR SOME JUSTICE" he yelled as he charges the prince. The comparrison would be a little leauger against a pro line backer. But Rough Justice, smashed shoulder first into the prince lifting it and kept running until the concrete wall stopped there proggress with a loud crack.

Leaving his room Rough Justice was happy it had a door to close behind him. The repair project seemed to be coming along, but it had a ways to go yet. He heard voices as he came back into the lobby. "Hiya I'm Rough Justice, you'd be?" He put out a hand, shaking the tentatively offered hand. He applied pressure enough to leave a lasting impression but not quite hurt the new comer. One corner of his mouth raised in a half smile smirk.

"So Newton I got a hold of one of my friends she will be here soon. Unfortuneately the best chance is Zot and still have yet to hear from her." He checked the board, his little joke still there. "As Sting said the parts are locked in that old weapons locker downstairs. I figure if it gets back up we will at least hear it getting out." Looking around eyes landing on a hoho wrapper. "Hmm, so wheres the grubb? I am getting hungry"

Rough Justice finnished his rearangement of the garage and headed upstairs. As he stepped into the lobby, his phone rang as he saw a man outside looking in, and Newton sitting at the desk. "Ah hey Newton, right? Do you have coms for the group.? I got to get this," pulling the phone out and seeing the caller. "yes" Sean smiled as he hit the recieve button as well as pointing out side to the watcher. Then nodded and headed to the side area to talk. "Hello Halo, yes its me Sean. Sean McCallister. Yeah you know" sigh "Rough Justice, yeah me so i have a problem I was hoping you could help with. Well not me, but this new place I have been assigned to." Sean closed the door to his room, saw the poster of Kara and quickly opened it back up. "Um well two of our team got zapped by a Clock prince an disapeared. I was hoping with your experience or maybe friends that might have an idea"

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He got up, grabbed his old radio, and wandered back down to the main room. Assuming RJ was still in the basement he shouted down. “I’m going out. I’ve got a radio with me so call if anything comes up.”

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"Ok Sting later stay safe, and call if there is a good scrap to be had." Sean was bored; he put the clock pieces into the old gun locker. The only reason it was still here is do to the fact it was bolted down some how. He decided to clean up the garage some, moving the wrecks close to the rolling steel double wide door. So they could eventually be hauled away to some scrap yard. Or ready ammo for that green haired guy. He saved two of the V-8 engine blocks, so he could use them to make a curling bar once he found a strong enough bar. Taking his cell out again, still no messages. He leaned back on one of the wrecks wondering which one would answer.
There were those two blue skinned beauties, Halo Jones <sigh> the lady who ultimately made him the man he is now. Then the spooky but gawhd what a looker, fact she was dead seemed to be a problem, but she was a porter.
Then there is Zot whom he only briefly met, shed be the best bet knowing gadgets the way she seemed to. But she was hard to track down; sure he left messages for all three. But they might just think he was trying to wrangle a date in which case they’d ignore him. Another sigh and the phone went back into his pocket.

"I have left messages with the two ladies I was talking about. Hope to hear from them soon."

RJ was searching the garage. It had lots of useless items some not so useless. As Sting wandered in, looking some what improved. "Hey sting, just out of curiosity. The chitin is hard right. I mean it does not let air pass through like skin?" Taking his nod for agreement.

"I found something here might help against some chemicals for you. It is that Silicone wax that came out a few years ago." Holding up his hand, in a 'stay clam' type maneuver. "I am not trying to poke fun at you. Seriously, I remember them pouring battery acid, on a car that had this stuff. It was good till it rolled of the waxed area onto the unprotected paint and started bubbling it." With a shrug he holds out the bottle. "Hey we can try it on a spot on that heap over there," he says as he points to a mangled bodies that weren't worth stealing. "If you want, but hey if it works, what do you have to loose."

Re: The two six (RP)

"That does not sound to promising. If you do let me know because iether way I'd be right behind you. Know what I mean? Hey let me help you with the scap metal."

Rough Justice takes the blanket from Sting, lifting it with ease. "Sting hit a shower get that gunk off ya. I might be able to get some one, I know a witch and a gadget gal. I'll see if i can get a hold of them. This is going down to the evidance locker. The vault to be specific." He headed downstairs with his burden, being sure to let it bump on each step.

His bed in place, the poster of his "in his dreams girl friend" hung on the back of the door so no one could se it. He liked this intergation room. The first time he was ever hauled in for questioning, was in this very room. It was much cleaner, neater and warmer now. Smelled of fresh paint, not sweat and fear from all the previous occupants. It's been almost half hour since Sting answered that help call, Rough justice moved out front to the desk to look for a radio, and check the board.

Sean bussied himself exploring the building. Found hiself a room. It was one of the interagation rooms, but the sound deadening walls could be good. "Man this place has been trashed" He said to one of the workers.

"Yah those punk a$$ Skull chumps. Know how to make a mess. The trolls are even better. We is done with dis room so dont mess it up till your boss signs it as complete. Ok"

"Sure no problem. I'll take care of it like it was my own room." With that he went up to the bunk room and grabbed a bed and moved in. "Hey coolant if ya need me I'll be in my room setteling in."

Actually my SG which is a bunch of friends who used to RPG together. But are all scattered, we use ventrillo but it is not working to well. But your correct it is fun, and I miss the table top Champions quite a bit.

"Ok big blue, what do you want me to do? Stand guard here at the door, while you see to the , er, um prisoner?" He stood straight fist on his hips, looking around the area. Then stepped over and changed the board, to read correctly.
Elisa, Newton's Apple, Abrahms, Sting and Mystic. At the beauty salon. Coolant and himself in house, coolant on cooler duty. The last added with a quiet snicker.

Abrahms saw Stings arrival. He saw Sting quickly get back to his feet. He was ok so back to bussiness. Glowing fists, pounding into the metal bodies. As he saw a flyer burst into flame, he knew backup defineately was here. "Thanks for the quick response, I hate risking peoples lives. The Clock Prince throws a cage of bright static and arcing bolts of electricty around the green clad fighter. There is a brillaint flash of light from the center of the cage as it collapses, leaving nothing but empty space.

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Sting heard the call for back-up soon after he arrived at the 26th. “Hey RJ, Coolant, you guys hear that? Sounds like there is more butt to kick!” He shouted as he headed out the front door.

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"I'll be right behind you" Rough Justice shouted at the bouncing Bug man. "But first I need to replace those lenses in my mask." He mummbled to him self. Running a super speeds is great, but unless he has the clear lenses in his eyes water something fierce. Luckily they also held the goop from his eyes long enough to get it washed off. Then he was off like a shot.

"Good thinking Elisa. Control there numbers, as long they dont bother the people upstairs." As his fist glowed we swung a flurry of blows at the first Cog to approach. It staggered off in a daze. "AAAHHHHH.. " as an arc of electricity connects Abrahms to the huge clockwork.

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"Attention all Two Six personnel, be on the lookout for lizards that spit stingy goop at your face and eyes. They may be in the sewer system."

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"Gads I hate that." Hitting his transmit key. "Some help at the beauty shop. I am worried about spill over to the innocents upstairs."

"Right behind you boss." He followed Sting up the stairs. "It cant hurt, but i doubt it will help much. See you all at the station." In a blink there was only a black blurr heading around the corner. Sean was happy this had been his hood all his life. So he knew all of the short cuts and alleyways. With his speed and area knowledge. He was standing on the frontsteps, as Sting came bouncing in. Holding the door for his new compatriot. "after you good sir," Chuckling he followed Sting in.

"Who the Ghost Busters? Gah that stuf is starting to sting, and I would never have thought anything could smell worse then the Vahz." After getting the slab barricaded in places he heads to the deep sink as well.

As the flood of things started to come through, Rough Justice covered his face with his arm, and rushed into the mass of them. Making contact with the first of them. That became his club. Swing it at any thing moving, narrowly missing sting. "Sorry pal," tossing it liks a hammer throw into the group. Bought them a half second to regroup.

Mystics advice seemed prudent. Sean thrust his hands into the floor, throught ths cement. With a loud groan and sound of cracking rock, he ripped up a slad of concrete floor 2 meter by a meter. With the strain of effort "one door as orderes.' Using it as a sheild he moves it into position. Blocking the whole so no creature can get through. Claws and there goo came through the gaps. "Bracing" RJ called for pointing at a shelf. His hands scraped and bleeding a small amount from the quick decostruction work, hell the slab in place waiting.

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“Let’s see if Trisha has our protection money set…hey, who’s that?” the third asked, pointing at Abrahms and the cat-lady.

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Abrahms stepped infront of the closest Skull as he was getting back up. "Scotty, I am hurt you dont remeber me. Where is Marrow Sucker at. I need to talk to him." The voice was chilling to hear. The fear evident in Scottys reaction.

"A.A.A.Abrahm what you wan, we thought you moved out. Uh I mean Marrowbane is going to kill you." He tried a bravado laugh, hich sounded much more the nervous sound.

"This place is under my, our protection. The 2 6 precinct is back in full Super Force. If you get my meaning." The last being said with a poke in the chest that sent the skull on his butt a second time. "NOW Wher is Marrow hiding."

"Beam me down Newton" He still has not gotten used to that feel of vertigo when being pull through a gravtic wormwhole. With a bodily shudder, "it just doesn't sound right, some how. Ya that is loud they are close. If it goes south, can you put a sheild to protect the shop? " Abrahms steps to the wall where he figures the clocks will breach and waits. Defineately no bombs, as he truly hopes Elisa left them behind. "find cover " he wispers back to them.

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“Great! More damn zombies!”


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"There not zombies, just mass produced Frankenstein’s" He says leaping forward to the middle zombie. Repeating his door smashing maneuver, sending the zombie flying back and getting the others attention. "Save that guy I'll try to keep these things occupied" Jabbing the next nearest, and getting acid puked on him for his troubles. Then he saw it. A zombie with a bomb on its back shambling into the fray. "Hurry Sting I got a walking bomb" RJ leaps at the bomb as it was going into its triggering stance. Pummeling as fast as he could swing, trying to keep it off balance long enough to destroy it.

"Oh ya, sounds like a skulker. Ill get the door." A wicked grin covers his mouth below the Skull mask. He steps up with both hands over his head, fist together. "Ready?" He slam the door off the hinges with a loud crash, stepping aside to let sting into the darkened room. Following the glistening carapace.