Abrahms

Ok everyone, I Abrahms plan to run a training program starting aprox. 7am West coast time. I am security lvl 50 and am willing to train any SL we will be going after Lady Winter and her horde of snow creatures. Find me at the top of the ski slope at around 7. Be ready for intense rapid advancement in your SLs people.

Sean nodded to the green haired out of shape hero. As he left the hospital he could not help but think over that word. “Hero” he wanted to clean up the streets so nobody else had to loose family the way he did. The worst day of his life, was when he woke from his coma, right here in this very hospital. The news came from a police officer who told him two things that filled in the events that transpired after he had been hit by the super chick Halo Jones. That he had been knocked into a vat of the newest version of Superdyne, jokingly called Ultradyne. The contusions, cuts and abrasion from his fight with Radiation Roy, Halo Jones and Disease Eater had absorbed the raw formula directly into his bloodstream as well as the amount he swallowed. After Halo fished him out of the soups DE used his power to regenerate and heal his wounds. Unknown to everyone concerned at that point the Ultra dyne was highly contaminated by the two Radiation projectors, that on top of DE rad healing treatment, changed his physiology and a genetic lvl. Ah what a memory, the doctor and the police, and the rep from Hero affairs. The doctor was so sorry to tell me that I had been mutated through a freak science accident. The police Lt. explained how it was unfortunate that I did my entire stretch in a coma, and I couldn’t be held any longer. The hero affairs explaining that I had a choice, join them or get put in the Zigg ultra containment area, when I next broke the law.

He can remember being so psyched that he would be able to help get his gang out of King’s Row and up town where the real money was. Then the cop spoke up again, “I am sorry to have to tell you this…” then he laid it out. The whole thing, how the Skull Marrow sucker thought him a failure and had his Mom, and little sister killed because of his failure. He was supposed to die in the coma, so it was a good way to make a point to never fail the Skulls. Marrow learned as did the rest of his old crew, he wasn’t dead and they had made a huge mistake. It took time for him to verify those police reports, and in that time he had done hero work. Some said he was more vigilante then hero, so what he got the job done cleaned up the street. He knew how soft the system was from personal experience. His taking care of Marrow ended up putting him in the 2 6, not a bad group. But Sting and he were the bad element, Newton might try for the hard case act. But he was a hero, as was the goody grunt Abrahms.

He was on the street outside the old warehouse. He must’ve gotten there on auto pilot the memories still fresh in his mind as he grabs the door and with a tug pulls the door free from the building; it flew halfway across the parking lot sparks flying skidded to a halt ¾ of the way across. The anger fully rekindled against these one time friends and brothers he enters ready to deal his own justice. As heal stalks through the warehouse, he smells the stench of blood and defecation, a very bad combination.

The stench increased as he got deeper into the old building, the crumple vats for the production of dyne still lay there in ruin. A worry starts to grow within him; it is to quiet the smell of death hangs in the air, and it just feels wrong. As he comes around the last corner to where his office was, a site right out of a horror shows greats his eyes.
Five bloated and partially dissected bodies hang from the roof. All hope of questioning these guys left him along with his lunch. He called the 2 6, “hey Mystic I need to report a murder. No I didn’t do it, at least a day ago. I came here to ask some of the old gang who hired them. Obviously someone else wanted info also, and made sure no one else could ask as well.” He describes the basics and gives him the address before returning to the hospital.

Abrahms stood and reached out a hand. "good to meet you Mr. Smurd, let me change into my info gathering uniform and we'll get going." As he step out from under the flouresent light the glow and sparkle coming off his pearson becomes apparent. He then disapears upthe stairs, returning five minutes later in BDU pants shirts and his highly polished black tanker boots.
"Ok Smurd ready to travel, by the way how do you travel, I just kind of hop along. Bounding I have heard it called."

((ooc Go ahead and lead off he will of course follow, by now most of you know how Abe does thing so if need be please feel fre to add in things needed to advance the story line. Remebeing I live in New Zealan so timing is not always kind to the continuity)

RJ looked up as the door opened, leaning back against the wall as he hears Newtons voice. He was back in the black cargo pants and shirt with the blood red mask and scales on his chest. "Not bad man, but he is recovering awfully slowly. He must have been one messed up unit, I must have thrown him to hard." He shakes his head, feeling some guilt in the state of The Poision Sting.
"So have i missed anything back at the shop. We had an attempt on Stings life that first night, poor guy ended up jumping out the window over his failure. Probably afraid to face the music due to a job not completed." He looks at sting then out and down the window he was standing beside. "I think there will be more attemps, we need an infirmary in the 2 6 for all of us so we can heal up in privacy and some sort of security" Rough Justice stretches, his full height being close to if not greater then 7' but not the massive blocks of some of the heroes in Paragon. From a distance hed look normal it is only when he was close or beside something to give a size perspective, did it become painfully obvious he was not normal.
" Hey Newton can you sit here for an hour or so I'd like to speak to some of the skulls I know. I let one get away, the other night for later interigation." The predatory smile that slowly crept to his lips did not touch the eyes behind that garish skull mask.

As the office door opens, Abrahms tutns to look at at Mystic as he steps out with the caped man in towe. "Everything ok Mystic?" He looked down at the desk then back to Mystic. "Sting is still in the hospital, Rough Justice and Newton are there as well. Myriam is feild daying the kitchen and dining areas, and i am on gaurd duty." He finnishes with a nod.

((OOC: i finally got a picture of Rough Justice on Crey Threat DB
http://www.creyindustries.com/viewhero.php?id=14416 ))

As door opened to the darkened room, "It's only me Mr. RJ," was the soft females voice. The deepest shadow in the corner detached itself as Rough Justice stepped forward.
"Thanks for that, now what are you giving him?" The obvious suspicion still there. But the nurse wasn't annoyed too much; he asked the same thing each time she came in.
"Nothing, just checking the vitals. I told you he is not scheduled for anything until 0600. In fact this is the last disturbance you two should get tonight." She shook her head, then her finger at him. "You have put off anyone from even wanting to come in here with all your questions and accusations. I mean hell that mask give me the creeps. It reminds me of the last time I was mugged, by those hoodlums."

"Yep, ya told me this all before. I am sorry but the mask stays." He waves good bye as she steps back out the door. He goes to the bed side check over his friend, nothing telling. The cracks seem to have closed in the carapace. As he moves back to the chair in the corner, he sees the shadow fall in front of the door. Then it slowly opens, he steps into his corner pulling the only knowledge he still found useful. That of obscuring, the Bone Daddies had started teaching him before his bath in Super-Dyne.

Jenkins stepped in slowly, not wanting to disturb the patient. Although he did not like the idea, especially with all the occupants of this floor being supers. But Decker was not good to have as an enemy, many of those had disappeared. He likes his plans even if poisoning this guy was supposed to work; he was supposed to be recovered. True they could get it out of the morgue, and he made notes of the recording of the orders given so he wouldn’t take the heat if it went bad.

The lights were out early kind of odd, “do bug eyes have lids” he asks himself. He went to the bed side, and noted that it was recovering fast, faster then Becker had thought. As he pulled out the syringe full of silvery liquid, “time for the Orkin Man.” Holding the large syringe like a dagger he raised to stab through the chitin. A breeze and a blur, the syringe stopped short the needle breaking on a hand. A very large hand, as Jenkins’s eyes followed up the arm they stopped on the mask. A skull, here what the, then his mind caught up. Rough Justice, ah crap of all the 26 to get caught by these 2 are worst that could do it.
“Orkin Man, that’s cute is that your epitaph or do you have something to tell me to spare you the ultimate end of justice?” As he finishes his question his hand quickly grabs his throat.

Grabbing the large wrist to help support his weight, “I didn’t..”
“Wrong answer” as he flies across the room to slam into the far wall by the windows, the impact drives the air form his body as stars explode before his eyes. “Lets try this again,” Jenkins is trying to figure how Rough Justice Teleported to him, as he is lifted my an ankle into the air. “Name, who you working for.” The voice is calm and deadly quiet, as he is hung out the window.
“Ok ok, my name is Sulivan. But I don’t know who hired me. It doesn’t work that way.”
Jenkins not needing to try hard to sound worried as he looked ten floors down.\
‘Come on sully, this is my week arm don’t make me wait to long.”
Jenkins whips out his hand cannon, as he liked to call the .50 cal desert eagle with DPU’s. “Bring me in hero, or I take you with me I really don’t know who sent me.”
“Ok, now” he took 3 steps back and dropped him to the ground. “Tell me how you were hired then.”
Jenkins wanting to be the professional, figured his odds and tried to finish the job at hand. As he climbed to his feet, he tried to bring the gun up and shoot Sting. RJ sees this rather obvious possibility and get in front, as the gun goes off, he jabs Jenkins. Unfortunately for Jenkins the punch was more of a push then jab, the highly polished floor is slippery, and his hand cannon has one hell of a kick. The combination sends him out the window, Becker starts the van, he knows he can read about it in the news. Thinking he might just have to do something about the former Skull.

Abrahms could not help from keeping a suspious eye on the Imp, as it followed Mystic out of the office. "Those creatures all i saw of them was the goop. Maybe some type of new Rikti like the monkeys. Maybe one of us could recon Crey's Folly, see if we can see any of them"

Mystic nods, then asks the next question,"Any thoughts on the deteriorating condition of the nieghborhood."

"Other then to say we realy need to get the people to pull together, Neighborhood watch groups. Set with us help organize them if we want theis place to be habitable, the residance have to help. That means quit hiding behind doors, become a neighbohood again not a bunch of idividuals. I'd suggest using some of that Crey money and have a huge block party. Hand out flyers with the Block watch idea." He looked at mystic for a moment, then added " they have to know we care and want to help, but for it to stay fixed they need to put in an effort as well."

With nod of agreement and a sigh. "Lastly Sting's girlfriend's creators. When the police hauled off the queen thingie, I forgot to ask what would happen to it, or even check to see if it were alive or dead. "

Abrahms did not look happy at the question/ statement. "They told me "she" was going to the Zig infirmary. Other then that I have squat. Hope that helps Sir." He sits at attention behind the desk wating to see if there is anything else.

Abrahms standing outside in the lobby just shakes his head. "Yah Newton I can believ it," He tell the Green haired man as he steps back out of the office. "Crey has been doing that for years, I seen it before and there will be more corps that will do it again. They have a PR army, not just a department. I know I was given a tour there, thats when they gave me one of those nifty little freeze pistols. Although mine seems to be pretty weak compared to the ones they use."

Abrahms move to the door of the office and Knocks softly. "Excuse me, Mystic I spoke to the RJ he said Sting is out of the woods but will still need some more time for recovery. He claims to have caught a bit of shut eye, and does not want to be relieved. To quote "I put him in here, I'll stay till he is out" so I did drop off a change of clothes for him. Also made sure he had a woeking radio, just in case his paranoia is called for. " He sstarts to turn away, stops "pleasure to meet you Mam. Many thanks for all yours and Exodus's help." He lifts a knuckle to his forhead, with a kurt nod and smile before continuing to the front desk to stand his watch.

Rough Justice stands by, helplessly watching as a fellow 2 6er is attended by the medic lady. When the med tag is activated, he knows he cant just leave him sitting in the hospital unprotected. "Mystic, I am going to go stand guard on him. just in case there are more bug lady types looking for him." The statement is obviously just that, not a request just fact. As stings body fades out, he turns and runs off at that incredible speed.
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The medical teleportation unit fortunately works and Sting is in the Emergency Room of the Kings Row hospital.

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RJ arrives at the hospital as the doctors and nurses are in mid scramble.
"Can i help you sir," asks one of the reception nurses 'Sir'
"Nah, I am here incase my buddy there has any unwanted visitors. I'll just stay back out of the way and watch." With that said he moves to an area where he can see Poison Sting.

Wave of power washed over RoughJjustice, closing the abrasions healing the bruises and cut even wiping away the fatigue. "Wow what a rush, that was some good stuff you just through out there sweetheart." He move to check on Sting, putting a hand on the Sting's shoulder to staedy he him if needed.

((OOC leave Stings name in or out depending on MG's wish, but hard to describe one when stated both. Hope it is ok.))

As the cool rush of air slowy and gently stirs around Abrahms and Poison Sting, lifting them into the air and filling their lungs with the precious gift of Jehovah's breath, giving them that spak of life. They are gently left standing healed and revitalised, but dity as two could possibly be.
"Woa, thank you Mam" Abrahms gives a shallow bow in racognition of the ladt in greys help and gift. "My name is Abrahms, and if I can ever be of assistance to you just ask."

The exertion leaves Rough Justice on his one knee, trying to catch his breath.

As the hive queen moved out the whole in the wall, Abrahms slowly fell forward and hit the ground face first. A few bricks fell on his unmoving form.

"INCOMING" The yell is heard both over the radios, and from above them. As the green blur of Abrahms falling at terminal velocity, feet first lands on the Hive Queens shoulders. He lets out a grunt, as he does absolutely nothing to abosrb the impact letting her take it all for him.

The ground under Hive Queen's feet crack in spider webs from the impact sinking her feet a good inch or two into the concrete. Driving to her knees, but far from out as Abrahms works on standing on hurt knees from the impact he is an easy target. The Queen attacks the pile driver with a vengeance; a scream of rage erupts from her as she redoubles her attack. Which starts to drive the old soldier back, but even over it all you can hear the reason for the anger. Laughter, Abrahms mocks her with laughter. “Come on lady, ya have to do better then that. Doc Vahz hits harder, come on I dare you.”

As he taunts her it is obvious to all but her he is doing nothing but defending himself to take as little damage as possible. He lets the occasional jab fly, the energy wrapped fist stunning her for only a second at a time.

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Then he turned to RJ and said more quietly. “We need to bring her down to the street or we aren’t ever going to take her out. If I can draw her down, hit her hard.”

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'Ok you get her down here I'll keep her here." As the queen dove at Sting Rough Justice wated. As she went by, he ran and used a car to get the height. He came up from behind about the only place those eyes could not see him. And brought down one of his bone braking cement smashing haymakers, on a wing. The affect was emediate, she tumbled to the right the wing only at half efficiancy. Both tumbled and rolled across the street, a powerfull kick from the Queen sent RJ into and through the front doors of the 2 6.

Becker was looking through his scope working on another shot as he notices the green clad Abrahms virtually flying his direction. He pulls back from the window before he can be seen, and activates his PCU (Personal Cloaking Unit) not wanting to get ran over by an angry tank. Definitely need DPU for him. He though as he made his way down the back stairs.

A small slab of concrete with peices of rebar poking out around the edges, shattered against the Hive Queens side. It knocked her sideways, and got her momentary attention on Rough Justice. A quick sonic blast from her drove him to one knee. Then back at her prize, her hated prize.
Pushing to his feet. "Ah hell no Sting, I love a challange. Man can you pick um, sting ol buddy real fatal attraction there."
He moves to Stings side "Come on you ****** through me first."

The slam in Seans back almost took the wind from him. He was sent head first into the brick wall, leaving several cracked and pushed in. "That'll cost ya pall." He said as he came around on the red clad figure of a Jugernaut. "Time for some Justice!" he yells out as he starts his haymaker. Stepping forward into the swing, both fists coming down into the chest plate.
The juggernaut staggered back tripping overt the prone Skull. Rough Justice laughed at him, grabbing him by the heels of the huge booted feet he goes into his Mach Man Savage act. "OOOH You are going to regeret that YAHHHHH!!" The juggernaut is spun and released into the wall RJ had weakened. The armored forms lower half of the body, being all that was visible sticking out of the wall went limp. Striking his best pose and growling out, "YAHHH That'll teach you to mess with me."

Abrahms spins to watch the Tank colapse form Stings strike. "Thanks Sting, the last of his buddies here had me occupied." he looks at the lady next to Mystic, hands wrapped in dark vapors. "Uh, Mystic whos your friend, and very nice tact nuke byt the way." As the 3 crisis units and tank vanish to the grid, the crak of small arms fire, the smash of brick from a Juggernaut and RJ in the alley. Then something slammed into the side of his helmet knocking over. "What the... SNIPER" as a piece of ashphalt is blown away from were he just pushed up from. "I am on it." With a single shove to his feet becomes a leap into the sky, his direction the opposite hed been knocked.

((OOC what would becker do?))

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“INCOMMING”

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Rough Justice turns quickly looking for the source as he sees the explosion on the roof of the Two Six. As Abrahms comes crashing down, Mystic fly’s out the window stopping above the melee. He turns his attention back to his former gang, standing he calls to the nearest Skull. “Come on let me remind you what street justice is all about.” As the Skull turns to run, Sean smiles maliciously letting the punk get to the corner. With a burst of speed he is in front of the skull laughing at the fear he causes, in the gang banger. “Get out while you can Stevie. They killed my family for failure you’ll be no different, consider this a warning and a lesson.” With that he threw a weak jab into Stevie’s belly, there was a popping sound as 2 of his ribs cracked. “Don’t come back unless you call me first, and your face is clean. Know what I mean” He lowered the young man to the ground gently.

Abrahms was checking out the new scrap wall along the back of the parking lot, from his vantage point on the roof.
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“Skulls rampaging out front!” he called out. “Assistance would be appreciated!”

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A small hop and he was at the front of the two six. What he saw made him happy this new group was quick to respond. The skulls were being taught a painful lesson by Newton and RJ, it looked like they have had about enough as well.

A deep thump sounded to his right, “INCOMMING” he yelled to everyone in the neighborhood as he dropped prone. The smack and clatter as a grenade hit to his right, bounced off an AC unit then went of beside him. He was hurled by the blast over the edge, bouncing off the pavement. As he climbed to his feet, he could see Mystic above him with a small grey something standing in the window behind him. The shot came from a 3 man unit, in blue and yellow power armor. Keying his mic to all channels “we have a Crey crisis team out here; I am on them there back up is a Cryo-Tank by the look of him. Mystic he won’t like your flames.

A quick hop and he was slamming glowing fists down in on to the center figure. Turning he delivers a quick 1 2 combo to the right hand figure, just as the left most activates the defensive shields cover all 3. “Ah I hate it when you guys do that, I take twice as long to peel you out of that armor.” The two he struck were standing swaying in a daze form the energy of the Palm-Palms of doom. “Your turn,” he informs the third as he steps closer, the team member must have remembered an urgent meeting as he turned and started to run Abrahms caught him on the right shoulder knocking him flat.

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Sting leapt away and as he did, the small band of Skulls moved out from the alleyways picking up rocks and such while taking aim at the Two-Six.

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"Well sitting around here, is like old hoe week. Watch yourself Newton." He grabbed a couple of bags from Newton to get them inside. With a rebel yell he jumps to the bottom of the steps, two of the skulls took not of him. They raised there guns and shot at Rough Justice. "It's McCallister, run." It was one of the flunkies who yelled. The Deaths Head with the shotgun turned on Rough Justice laughing maniacally, "time to die Sean."

Rough Justice was in front of him faster then he could pull the trigger. With a single punch he sent the skull flying backwards into the wall. The leather clad street tuff slid down to a crumpled unconscious heap.

A bored Rough Justice, was making his way up from the garage lvl when the phone rang. "Yah Two Six, uh huh... ok hang on I'll get" Setting the phone down, "STING PHONE, IT"S HAROLD"
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When Sting was roused he spoke briefly into the phone. “Under the Third Street bridge? Yeah I know where it is. I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

Well my little weasel friend says he might have some more information for me. I’m going to go meet him. I should be back in a few minutes.” Sting grabbed one of the standard issue radios and headed out.

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"I am bored want some company?" Sean asks the Poision Sting, in an almost exuberent voice.

Sean busied himself in the garage moving things into a pile, back by the steel roller door to the out side. The pile consisted of what was left of the smashed work bench, pieces of cars basically everything except for the two engine blocks he still wanted to make a weight bar out of.

It took him a few minutes of looking to find that the door controls no longer functioned. So finally he just muscled the door up. The startled homeless man jumped back, grumbling his pile of boxes being dislodged by the rising door. "Take it easy mister, how’d you like to move into the back of this old squad car." Dragging the wheel less squad car out of the garage. By its tow bar accompanied by a great deal of crunching and grinding cement. He moved it to the far side of the parking area in the back. He then proceeded to pile the rest of the scrap back there as well. Funny how the pile was more like an obstacle then just a heap of scrap.