Bismarck

Asephice didn't like the look of this. He bet he could take the drones out, but not without loosing a man or two. It didn't matter though, they were unimportant. His teech clenthec as he looked around and he gripped his weapon. The rest of the men weren't feeling too much better. They held their guns close but refrained from shooting, they were surrounded and they knew it. The crossfire could be deadly, and Watson wasn't looking to patch anyone up today. Agent Spiral remained how he always was, in the space between tense and calm. He let his rifle hang loose as he put his hands up slowly.

"I am Hero Jimmy Twist requesting sanctuary in this Longbow base with my men." Said Spiral as he spoke in fractured truth. The drones went silent and the moment was so tense you could bounce change off it. The ambiant sounds of wind and breathing were the only comfort for the Crey soldiers as they wondered as to the lengths of their lives. Robots were scary, they didn't retreat and didn't care if they died, as long as you went with them.

"We are unable to contact the Commander. If you wish for sanctuary, you must follow these units to a secure location while we attempt to contact a suppirior or a database." The words burst forth from the drone, they lacked emotion or subtlety. Spiral frowned for a moment, he needed a break, but 9 men to 6 drones was far to fair a fight. Maybe he could break out of wherever they would take him to.

"Men, we are going to follow these robots to their "secure location," let's be good citizens and follow them." Said Spiral with quiet command and a well integrating wink. As four of the droens hovered down around them, the troop began it's march. The minions fell into place quickly, behind their fearless leader. Asephice however, looked with shock and horror as his troop started to move behind "Hero Jimmy Twist." It didn't sit well with him. He was fearing a double-cross from a possibly not-so-former hero any moment. Asephice began the march grudgingly, looking for a good opertunity to put a bullet in in his arrogant partner. As they walked through the destroyed blastdoor, they left the other two drones behind. At that moment, Spiral heard their break. He swore he heard a bit of gunfire.

"Drones! Intruders!" Shouted Spiral as he pointed in the direction he thought he heard the noise. He may have imagined it, it may have been the Nemisis somewhere around his location, but either way two of the drones went off to investigate. As they disapeared from sight the odds became 2 to 9, clearly unfair enough to win. Spiral turned around and made some hand signals, the men turned around and brought their weapons to their shoulders. Before the drones could react, Spiral snapped his fingers in both hands. The drones flipped and turned, suddenly facing away from the Crey troops.

There was a mighty reckoning of lead and flame as round after round pounded the drones. Every attempt to turn around was countered with the sound of thumb and finger. Spiral would not let them fight, and soon the two drones succumbed to the barrage. The men reloaded and took deffensive poitions. They didn't know how or what Spiral did, but they bet he could do it again if the other drones came back.

"Looks like we're late." Said Special Agent Spiral of Crey Industries, while looking out from behind a bolder with shiny black binoculars. The other men in the squad had hidden themselves behind trees and the like. Compared to his comrades, Spiral looked out of place. They all had the fancy blue crey suits and kevlar with a wide variety of weapons, ranging from cryogenic to pyrotechnic. In some respects, spiral felt somehow outdated. He didn't have a fancy Crey outfit, instead he wore a vest packed with magazine, holsters for his shotgun and pistols with plain jeans and a knife strapped to his shin just above his boot. Overtop of all of this however, was a long overcoat which held grenades in all pockets and an M16 with attached grenade launcher. He was decked out in all sorts of firepower, but he still couldn't help feeling old fashioned. The man behind the rock with him, Agent Asephice, had extra armor and a passant look in his eye.

"What do you see Spiral?" He asked in a gruff voice as he checked his rifle, Asephice was a big guy with an attitude to match. He didn't much care for Spiral, or anyone else in the squad. To him they were just stepping stones to his next promotion. Spiral agitated him especially though, mostly because of his attitude.

"Well [censored]-face,I see a small structure, and what appears to be the remains of a door." Said Spiral, his voice leaked agitation. He didn't want to be here, and he wasn't exactly hiding that fact. He also didn't like Agent Asephice, but that was mostly because Spiral felt he was too eager to get into a bad situation.

"That's Agent Asephice, and I can see that from here, do you see any retaliation." Asephice spoke with contempt for his companion. They were both in charge of this operation, both lieutenants. They had 7 men under them, Spiral swore they were clones or something. He had not bothered to learn their names.

"Do misshapen lumps of steel count?" Said Spiral with a heavily condescending tone as he looked out over the bolder. There was a slight breeze and the leaves ruffled, Spiral heard one of the men jump at it.

"I don't appreciate your attitude, Spiral."

"I don't appreciate your face." Mocked Spiral, the medic behind a tree close to them giggled. Asephice looked at his minion with rage as he fired on the medic's tree. He flew back from his cover and landed on his rear, trembling with fear for his superior. Asephice smiled and turned to look back over the bolder, but as he did Spiral grabbed his gun and got in his face.

"I don't care if you're stupid and crazy on your own time, but please don't go around shooting medics and giving away our position." Spiral commanded, speaking with power, Asephice shook him off his gun and snarled at him.

"You don't outrank me you ugly [censored]." growled Asephice with hate.

"Whatever agent [censored]-face, let's move out." Spiral commanded the men as he threw the binoculars to one of the other men. He caught it with ease and put it away, and gave Spiral a smile. It's amazing the loyalty you can inspire by sticking up for the men. He was worried about his relationship with Asephice, if worse came to worse things might get very ugly.

With a smooth action, Spiral loosened the strap of his rifle and held it firm in his hands. He and the others looked twice and ran over to the exposed door. They pressed themselves against it's sides, peered in, and then examined both the door itself and the doorway it had been removed from.

"Looks like the door was ripped from it's hinges sir." Said one of the men who was kneeling by the hunk of steel.

"Astute observation my dear Watson, question is, what tore it off?" Said Spiral calmly and he ran his fingers over a piece of the doorway.

"Name's Harris sir, and I assume it was pulled by something large, and I think it ran into the trees when it was done." Harris spoke with great respect for his superior.

"Harris, for the purposes of this infiltration, you're Watson. Something big you say? Like, a big [censored] hero big, or minions of some [censored] organization big?" Asked Spiral, never turning around to face Watson.

"Sir, I'm not sure." Watson spoke with a little fear for the possible consequence of not knowing. Asephice turned to look at him with a face that screamed "Wrong Answer." Spiral beat him to the punch though.

"Fair enough, let's go." He said, as he made his way into the underground stairwell. Asephice looked at him with disbelief and shock, Watson however ran after his new favorite lieutenant with zest and vigor. The others in the squad were not far behind. Asephice snarled to himself, his displeasure so thick you could touch it. He grudgingly followed suit into the fortress.

((OOC: I hope this is good enough. I'm following in after CptCommie's Nemesis guys. Spiral also has some powers Crey "gave" him))

Honestly, I think the base construction system works very well, I think the idea of bases is very nice. I do think the dev's put quite a bit of work into it too. But I, like many, complain of the hard times that will fall on small SG's.

I dislike people, in groups I'm fine, but prolonged exposure to people makes me feel like I should be their friend, but I don' t want to be. So making a huge SG is out of the question, because the obligations I will feel will only serve to make me angry and unmotivated to play the game. The only people I really want in my SG are few, and I know most of them in real life. I can only really see our SG getting to 10 people, because I'm picky and hate crowds. I don't think I should be chastised for that.

Should giant SG's have more nice things? Yes, they should, they have more people and therefore can accumulate the money for more nice things very quickly. But note the use of the word more. My SG can't afford barely ANY nice things. Really, all we have are two big, nice rooms with an awesome layout, but they are all decorative. So it's nice to look at, but I still have a huge amount of unusable salvage. I still yearn for base raids and the high points of having a secret lair in the first place.

I'm not asking for a big [censored] generator for 1.5K energy and however much control a mainframe gives. Hell, I don't even WANT 1.5K energy. All I really want is a worktable, maybe an infirmary or one of those other neat rooms. Then to have my base grow from that. I don't think that's asking too much right?

Hell, I don't mind playing a month before I get the infirmary, but I do mind playing for a month before I can do anything at all. I do mind not being able to do the fun parts of having a base because we're a small VG. I ESPECIALY mind racking up loads of items I can't use. That's like holding candy in front of my face, then telling me to run 100 miles. Let's not forget every two weeks they're going to add onto that distance. This irks me to no end.

Another grievous problem, rent. What kind of pansy villains have to rent space? Don't I have like, slave children building this thing or something evil? Don't the robots I summon come from my orbiting robotics station or something awesome like that? I constantly see the game forcing me to play like a classic comic book villain. I'm driven by money and revenge, as well as the thirst for power in a large organization(Archons), but if I have no reason to attack something I can't. That's because classic comic book villains didn't run around murdering pedestrians. That just wasn't their thing. I respect that. But I don't remember the Joker paying rent on his warehouses. I don't remember some short [censored] walking up to Superman's arctic fortress and ringing the bell. "Excuse me Mr. Superman, we need that prestige now." I don't remember ANY of that!

The whole thing just drives me insane. I see the reasons why we can't do things and why other villains attack us. As a group, all the villains in the game have had the same persona forced upon them. I can't be especially money grubbing or especially violent towards pedestrians. That's just not classic. The Joker wanted money and generalized insanity all around him. The game lets you do that, you use the newspaper to track down people who piss you off, you rob banks, and it’s all very classical.

Which is nice, but I want to beat people and make them build my fortress for me. Another question, why can't I get a cheap generator? Yet another question, if I'm so freaking evil why can't I just burn the bodies of the thousands I slaughter to power my base? I'll use their entrails to build a damn mainframe. Hell, I'm a robot in the game, I'll get the blueprints off the internet. Oh wait, I'm not allowed to do that, because that's not damn classic!

The Joker never paid rent! Why the hell should I!? Carnage ran around murdering whomever he felt like, should I not be able to do the same? Do you remember the Hulk having any sort of regard for human life? What's that? No? Then why should I! I want my base, I want my damn generator, and I want to use all this damn salvage! ARRRRG!

BISMARCK GO CRAZY >_O!