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  1. excellent. the threads finally doing what it was made for.

    its not just a bragging fest, honest =)
  2. bleh, i keep picking up dam/ranges, which suck ;p
  3. looks a very solid RSF build ;p i assume thats what you were aiming for, with the vengeance et al? =)
  4. kk kin, sure we can squeeze you in somewhere =)
  5. so thats fisty for a weekend run and dr death for the weekend runs, plus a few others. weekend rosters will be posted soon as i'm certain when the weekend runs will be taking place ;p
  6. heh well we've done it with 3 mm's twoce now. its not too much of a problem. enough reds and debuffs overcome any foe =)
  7. what we do is just make sure everyone has 8-10 red insps. everyone does damage after eating them =)
  8. heh i think we stole all your luck, as never has there been a run so smooth as ours today.... i am a luck thief =)
  9. heh like i've said before, you just aint lucky =)
  10. syanpse is always a pain in the [censored]. for some reason he's phenominally durable ;p

    edit: i've been having some trouble with my after numi/syn pulls recently, but those two are usually no trouble ;p

    also yes, never lave the mission empty at any time. ever.
  11. ok, monday looks... odd =)

    me
    Syn and Cyb, our two darks
    Lord Torment, traps mm
    Aeonic, as our sweet rad corr
    Dark Kazail as our brute
    Helios /kin corr
    and idris

    with max and forsty to be prioritised for weekend runs, as is Dr Dust

    we're heavy on the debuffs, so if dark is up to some hardcore tanking we'll pull through =)
  12. ahoy, after 4 more successes this week its time for more ;p schedule is as follows

    Monday, 7pm start (so be there 6L45ish)

    Wedensday is the SG run, so sg members get premium on spaces, people who wish to be a reserve can contact Two Fist as usual

    and at the weekend possibly friday 7pm, sunday 2pm, though this could well change to sat/sun, depending.
  13. would swap a dam/mez for yer golgi ;p
  14. who says yer dead. i only wrote you were down injured =) but anyway, wait and see =)
  15. good as ever scar =)

    Chapter 3... Heatseeker ;p


    [i]
    “Spread out!” Two Fist commanded, gesturing to both sides. “Split their fire between us and we stand more chance of coming out of this alive.” Though that was by no means a certainty, he thought to himself, looking at the concentrated might of an Arachnos platoon. Scarlet led her Ninjas to the left, followed by Lady Doom, Helioss and Chaos Agent. The others moved right, led by Two Fist, and immediately came under heavy fire from Bane Spiders. Several were laying down covering fire while a half dozen scrambled out of the trenches, led by an Executioner, his black cloak streaming out behind him in the wind, making him appear huge and brutal.
    “No prisoners!” Two Fist ordered, as the first ones surged towards them. One staggered and screamed as he leapt into the burning hot mud that bubbled and boiled around Two Fist, and then was silenced by a mighty overhand blow. A second feinted in on him, only to vanish. Two Fist paused, momentarily puzzled, then staggered as from seemingly nowhere the Bane Spider appeared, delivering a mighty blow that shivered his granite form. As the Bane spider again began to fade from sight Two Fist was confronted by a blade jabbing at his face, spitting gore, then it withdrew, Black Jon Bludd wrenching free his sabre from the throat of the surprised Bane Spider.
    “Arr, you’ve got to be cannier than that to give me the laugh.” The pirate sniggered to his fallen foe, before spinning away and neatly decapitating another stealthed Bane. Two Fist shook his head. Black Jon was a wild combatant, but excellent at the more secret arts of slaughter. No Bane spider would be able to stand against him… Two Fists’ thoughts were interrupted by the Executioner driving his mace towards him, flame spurting from the end. Reeling back from another heavy impact, although suffering no real hurt, he spun, feeling energy build within himself. Then at great cost to himself he let loose a great yell, thrusting his pent-up fury forwards. Mace shattered, and so did the arm holding it. As the Executioner reeled back in pain Two Fist followed up with a combination of blows, breaking the other arm and then the skull of the foe. Looking around Two Fist could see that the Bane Spiders were all down, Kitty having finished off the last one with a lance of black energy, while Atomic Tempest had scourged the trenches clean with more blasts of superheated gas and radioactive pulses of gamma rays.
    To the other side though, the Demons were not faring well. A toxic tarantula had only just been brought down, its shattered legs twitching mindlessly in their death-throes, and Helioss was down, covered in a series of burning slashes, the blood that welled to the broken skin black with corruption. Several bane spiders had blindsided Chaos Agent, and though he had beaten them off, killing one, he was leaking energy fast, his protective aura overloading dangerously. Scarlet’s Ninjas were embroiled in combat against a red-clad Fortunata Mistress, and quickly despatched it, only to be turned into a pale mist of blood and tissue by the thrumming guns of the Arachnos flier.
    “That flying galleon is going to be a bloody mess to take apart…” Black Jon Bludd muttered, standing beside Two Fist. The great roar of the Gatling guns echoed across the heavens, and then was eclipsed by a series of loud whines, as a swarm of guided rockets was launched. Whistling down towards Chaos Agent, they sped through the air until at the last moment they swerved aside, distracted by a wave of darkness hurled from Scarlet’s outstretched fingers. Even so, they hammered down around Chaos Agent, blasting a plume of debris forty feet into the air, gouging out a great crater of rubble, burying him.
    “But we have to do something…” Two Fist avowed. Behind the flyer the other Arachnos Bane spiders and tarantulas were surging outwards, heading towards the stricken Demons. “Else we will be overwhelmed.”
    Scarlet’s most treasured minion, the spirit Oni, was hard pressed, though belching flame it destroyed a Bane spider, but it was only a matter of moments before it was defeated. Lady Doom was holding several tarantulas at bay, but the fire and toxic blasts from their weapons had overwhelmed her vines, and only her giant mutant fly trap was keeping them at bay.
    “Let’s go for it.” Atomic said, unleashing her quickening energies again.
    “I agree.” Kitty said, her face stern, gaze pitiless.
    “Aye, better to destroy it now, before it kills any of our shipmates!” Black Jon said, nodding.
    Two Fist nodded, and Kitty hurled out a lance of darkness towards the flier, followed by Atomic Tempest unleashing a spray of glowing bolts. They flew towards the flier, and everyone seemed to pause, even the Arachnos embroiled in combat with Oni and the Flytrap. Then the blasts of energy and darkness struck, splashing harmlessly across a blue shell of energy that appeared around the flier.
    “Damn, it has shields…” Two Fist said, watching as the flier turned towards them. Gatling cannons opened fire, filling the air with shells and Atomic tempest dropped out of the sky, blood splashing everywhere. It wheeled towards Kitty, then halted as where Kitty was only a giant cloud of darkness remained. It opened fire, spent shell casings raining to earth, but struck only air, Kitty having gone to ground behind a burned out building.
    “Only one thing for it.” Two Fist said, not looking at the remnants of his team. “We attack again!” Two Fist gestured and then vanished; only a streaking blur indicating where he had teleported from. Appearing on top of the flier he smashed his fists down again and again, inflicting damage to the metal. The flier banked, throwing him off, but as it turned to fire upon him he merely teleported again, landing under one of the Gatling guns, which he tore off with a great effort, ignoring the gushing spray of corrosive fluids that poured out of the smashed hull.
    Behind him, Black Jon landed on the flier, dropping out of flight, and drawing his blade he swung hard at a large spherical orb that mounted the flier, seeming to project the energy field. Two Fists eyes widened behind the visor, then he teleported away suddenly, just as the shield generator exploded with a thunderous detonation. Black Jon Bludd was hurled away, body engulfed in flame, and hit the ground heavily, bones shattering, while around him burning chunks of metal debris fell like hail.
    As the shield winked out Kitty attacked, darkness hammering it, her summoned creature of the shadows buffeting it with corrosive night until a volley of missiles obliterated it. Lumbering now, the flier turned, scanning the ground for further targets. It sighted upon Lady Doom, and unleashed further of the deadly heat seeking missiles. The remaining few Arachnos troops scattered as the missiles descended, leaving the Mantrap dying, ichor making the scorched earth into a sodden mess. Lady Doom shut her eyes as the missiles approached her face expressionless. Two Fist acted on instinct. Teleporting in front of the first rockets he absorbed the impact, the explosion sending fragments of stone in all directions, rocking him, nearly driving him into unconsciousness. Then, barely able to see or think, he teleported again, on top of the flier. The remaining missiles turned, having locked on to him as his target, and as they spun towards the flier Two Fist teleported again, back to safety. The missiles struck home with a crash, exploding furiously, ripping away one wing of the flier and causing massive internal explosions. Crippled, the flier began to drop out of the sky, towards city hall.
    On top of city hall Lord Recluse watched without expression, his guard of Bane Spider Executioners poised ready to run. As it descended his spider arms gave the order, and the Executioners fled. Then, at the last moment Lord Recluse leapt aside, as the flier impacted the roof of the burning hall, shearing through marble with a tortured scream of metal. Then it exploded, a great shockwave blasting out, knocking everyone prone, a pillar of fire leaping high into the heavens, burning grit raining down on everything over a vast radius…
  16. pfft i dont need it that much [img]/uk/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img]
  17. only just stumbled upon this thread. you know i think you're awesome dear, and if i had any i'd gladly give you a HO... but... i don't, i... sold em all... that's right, all sold =)
  18. heh i'd trade dam/range for it if you like mate
  19. i have a dam/mezz. looking to trade for dam/acc (yeah, right ;p) or an acc/mez
  20. Heh, interesting story Double ;p i'll give thee fuller feedback later =)

    Part 2: Agony Hall...

    [i]
    The brave Demons and Vengeful Spirits advanced across the charred plains, ignoring the rattle and hiss of high explosive shells that rained down around them. A squad of longbow, their once proud red and white uniforms, now stained with soot and muck, had taken up a dug in position in what once was the great park of Atlas. A lone warden, his face splattered with gore, one arm hanging limp, was directing a long range blanket barrage of shells towards the distant Atlas City Hall, but many were aimed wildly by the panicked Longbow, so nowhere was safe.
    Two Fist surveyed it critically, his helmet display brining up reams of tactical data and suggesting likely casualty figures for various attack options. It was a well dug in position, despite the panic that gripped them. Benches and walls had been torn down and laid to give heavy pockets of cover, and great craters left over from the second Rikti attack afforded deep shelter.
    Making a split second decision, with the style of leadership that had taken Demons and Vengeful Spirits to the pinnacle of success, Two Fist made his move. “Kitty, Scarlet.” He barked. “I want that area blanketed with darkness and cold. Their morale is fragile, it might break them, and it will shield our approach.”
    Snapping off a martial arts bow Scarlet raised her hands and gestured. The sky around them dimmed, and suddenly a single shaft of absolute darkness pierced the heavens, crashing down into the crater, filling it with a veil of absolute night. As the Longbow began to scream and panic wildly, firing grenades and shells in all directions, Kitty strode closer. When she was no more than a few dozen feet away she hurled forth a black comet of darkness, which as it sped forwards peeled away to reveal a shadowy creature with burning eyes, which sped into the shroud of shadows with a baleful screech. Shouts of terror from the Longbow became screams of pain and the explosions from grenade and shell became the baking staccato of close range automatic weapons fire.
    Two Fist howled his delight. “Now for the attack! Spare no one!”
    As his loyal troops charged across the blasted landscape Two Fist felt himself engulfed by a shimmering rainbow of energy. Feeling renewed, the sluggishness of his massive granite body replaced by a graceful swiftness, he waved a fist in salute to Atomic Tempest, who hovered above. As soon as she had blessed her teammates with the power of Speed, she began to fire blasts of superheated radioactive gas towards the enemy fortifications, which detonated with a series of hot, deafening crashes.
    Bursting through the darkness, Two Fist saw a shape emerging through the night and lashed out, taking the bemused Longbow with a mighty punch, striking him so hard ribs shattered like kindling, piercing internal organs. Hurling the body aside to crumple like some ragged doll, Two Fist pressed his assault, leaping up into the air, coming crashing down upon one longbow, the shock shaking the earth and killing instantly, his fists lashing out, wreathed with searing orange energy, blasting apart a Longbow Nullifier. Beside him came Helioss, streaking past, trailing flames. One of his massive clawed fists, looking more like paws, flailed out, sending a Longbow flying almost thirty feet, to come to a terminal stop against a nearby wall. His other hand jabbed out, felling another, and then he spun, grabbing one more and hurling the terrified foe straight into the path of Chaos Agent, who dispatched him with a single shattering blow.
    Suddenly everyone was thrown backwards, except Two Fist, who merely grunted and slid several inches, leaving large grooves in the barren soil. As the Longbow Warden who had caused the devastating explosion of sound and fury reeled backwards, his strength spent, Two Fist began to race towards him, ready to SMASH, but as he did so he felt his unnatural boosted speed fade away. The Warden, who was cowering in fear, watched this transformation, and with a sudden grin, raised his one good arm, a nimbus of power dancing around his outstretched hand, Two Fist bent all his strength to closing the gap, knowing it would be too late, so bracing himself to shrug off the impact he was surprised to see a lashing vine twine around the wardens neck, crushing the windpipe with a sudden jerk.
    Looking around, he saw that Lady Doom was smiling at him, as her burning vines choked the life out of the remaining Longbow.
    “An excellent win.” Two Fist declared. From the patch of cover they had bloodily usurped from the Longbow they had an almost clear run towards the City Hall, where an Arachnos flier was circling, spotlights searching the ruins, weapons occasionally discharging a hail of rockets down to enemy positions.
    “Recluse will be there…” Kitty said, appearing out of the murk. “To stand where the greatest heroes once ruled from… that would be where he lays his web.”
    “Well, this is one spider that is going to find out that the flies are angry.” Two Fist replied. Looking around his visor began to identify the ethereal signatures of ghosts and tortured spirits beginning to converge upon the area, eager to slay all survivors and force them to share their eternal torment. “Move out! Full combat formation!”
    The Demons advanced, unleashing fire and energy and chilling death upon the few ghosts who were foolish enough to come near, destroying their corporeal bodies, leaving behind only fading voices on the breeze. However, they were only the first of many, and looking around, the horizon was thick with tortured souls, men, women, children, all reduced to an ephemeral mist of writhing, tearing hands.
    “Head for the hall!” Two Fist ordered, as they were all enveloped by the shimmering energies from Atomic that granted advanced speed. Outpacing the howling mob behind them, which was tearing apart anything it could get it’s collective hands on, from the smallest rat to Arachnos and Longbow troops, they approached the city hall. The sign was mostly gone, leaving only a few letters. …AG..ON….Y HALL was all that was left. Several score Arachnos troopers were ensconced in various positions, most of them Bane Spiders, but a few Fortunata’s and Tarantulas were also present. Overhead, the Flier continued its implacable orbit…
  21. Well at least they are happy with the way the RSf is functioning atm so our massive farmulating can continue =)
  22. well there's still 7 SO's at 53 for the vindi's then anyway =)

    and fly being buffed is good for me...


    and the damn flier being fixed makes me VERY happy. as soon as it hits i'm sure everyone will be happy to help me bag it, right? =)
  23. oooh nasty mate =(

    anyway, we'll have to see
  24. Ok, here we go.... the story of the RSF...

    Strike Force Paralt : Part One
    The dim lighting that filled the room with a misty silver glow and the gentle hum of the reclaimators that recycled the air of the base and kept the temperature ambient were the only things that were visible to the immediate observer, were one to have been present in the base. In the corner of the large, domed ceiling was a large podium, made from rare woods and inlaid with priceless metals and jewels, forming the shape of a horned skull. This was currently unoccupied, the controls of the holographic display unused, the display itself, a large metal ring, set within the heart of a large circular table, was at its rest state, displaying the same horned skull as adorned the podium, hanging shimmering in three dimensions, staring balefully at nothing. Bookshelves lined three of the walls, filled with rare and powerful tomes, and many priceless sculptures and works of art were dotted around. The very air was charged with stillness, a ‘something’, just waiting to happen.

    The waiting ended abruptly, the silence shattered, as the great metallic door that barred entry to the Library room opened with an audible hiss, gears turning heavily in the background. The pale lighting was replaced by the bright actinic arc of strip lights that burst into glow from above, bathing the room. The holographic display, sensing that the room was opened, flashed into life, displaying its last set file, a three dimensional view of Atlas Park.
    Into the newly opened room strode an imposing figure, all shining tan armour, his face shielded by a yellow visor, one that shimmered with constant tactical and positional information, even here, within his own inner sanctum. Striding forwards, the very floor seeming to shake under his heavy tread, he strode confidently towards the podium. Mounting the steps up to it, he turned, watching the three that followed him in. A demonic creature, her skin red, eyes flaming, was carried in upon on writhing throne of vines, rare and poisonous flowers cascading down behind her in a ghastly train, emitting a beguiling yet deadly odour. A buccaneer of some sort strode confidently in, his one eye assessing the value of everything in the room to the last coin, even though he had done it many times before, out of practised reflex rather than need, his red and black cloak tossed back rakishly over one shoulder to display his cruel curved blade at his hip. Lastly a woman dressed in robes of finest scarlet, her bearing haughty, strolled inwards casually, surrounded by an honour guard of black clad ninjas. As they took their seats around the circular table, the figure on the podium addressed them.
    “Hail, Lady Doom, Black Jon Bludd, Scarlet Vengeance.” He intoned. “I declare this meeting of Demons and Vengeful Spirits leaders open!”
    The three around the table watched him impassively. Lady Doom bent her red hand down and flicked a button under the table, causing a series of silver trays to rise up, bearing chilled bottles of champagne and crystal goblets. One was grasped in a coiling vine, which pulled the cork out with an audible popping noise and poured a generous glass of it, which Lady Doom grasped and took a deep draught from.
    As she drank Scarlet Vengeance spoke. “It’s been a quiet few weeks. Jobs from Arachnos are right down, and we’ve somewhat burnt our bridges with Crey, the Family, the Tsoo… my the list goes on…”
    “Not just burnt the bridges, aye.” Black Jon Bludd laughed, holding a bottle of champagne in one gloved hand, drinking it in big gulps. “I should think after the way we gave them the rope they are wishing we’d all just get lost, no?” he paused for another few gulps. “After we boosted that pile of jink and shiny from Crey we’d have more chance of catching a berth with Longbow! As for the Tsoo… you remember making Tub Chi scream in pain before you threw him out that window Two Fist?”
    Behind his visor Two Fist did smile, and he inclined his head in a nod.
    “Times are hard.” Lady Doom agreed. “We robbed that bank in Peregrine Isle, and that was profitable enough, but it’s all small scale stuff. All our troubles started with Project: Destiny. Like them or loathe them…”
    “And loathe them we do…” Scarlet interjected.
    Lady Doom waved aside the interruption. “Like them or loathe them, they were the main source of most of our business, and thus wealth. And with wealth comes power, and power is all we crave.”
    Two Fist remembered Project: Destiny fondly, or at least its conclusion…

    The smoke hung heavy in the air, full of the stench of charred flesh and burning oil. Atlas Park certainly looked different in the future, with the globe of atlas having sheared in half, crushing all underneath it, and the once green parks and boulevards seas of cinders and melted railings. The war walls were down, all but one, which was flickering feebly, bright sparks of energy impacting into the already tortured earth. All across the once proud paragon city packs of tortured spirits, Rikti outcasts and scattered bands of Longbow and Arachnos loyalists fought and died for a world already lost.
    Feeling the breath of fresh air from the portal at his back, shipping the smoke up into strange swirls, Two Fist strode out into the carnage, his suit protecting him from the worst of the heat at smoke. Behind him fanned out the loyal Demons and Vengeful Spirits he had brought with him. Lady Doom, her vines a mass of burning tendrils tearing free from the charred ground, Scarlet Vengeance, her army of Ninjas already taking up position behind her, weapons ready, Ms Kitty, the catwoman who commanded fell powers of shadow, her very steps masked by a veil of pure darkness, Chaos Agent, the burly bearded thug who was a master of devastating energies, both for attack and defence, Helioss, the Fiery Devil who displayed extreme violence with flame and mighty fist, Atomic Tempest, resplendent in her Black Dress, yet glowing with barely contained Radiation and Kinetic Power, and Black Jon Bludd, the rapacious pirate, his eye always on the loot, his hand always on his sword.
    It had been very satisfying, Two Fist thought with pride, as he assumed his form of pure Granite, growing to prodigious size, the very ground boiling and bubbling around him. Professor Echo had tried to trap him, and paid for it, his mighty fists smashing armour and bones like kindling. At the end he had told all, about Project: Destiny, and Two Fist had pondered. A trip to Aeon had proved most elucidating, and after Aeon had disavowed responsibility for attack, he had let slip that many years ago, just as Two Fist was starting up in his villainous career, at the first appearance of Professor Echo, he had been told of this future, where the world was ripped apart by war created by Recluse and Destiny. Given co-ordinates, Black Jon Bludd was dispatched to bribe and extort Grant Naylor for co-ordinates to visit this shattered future, and success was gained. Now, here they were, ready to show Recluse just why Project: Destiny needed to be curtailed, the only way Recluse would respect, with naked force