ChromeFist

It was fun seeing everyone. I was there as Dr. Mary Frost and The Necrodragon. Had a lot of fun interactions with various people! :-)

first two that hit me.

Positron - Weird Science

Sister Psyche - Vetran of the Psychic wars - Blue oyster colt

((ever have one of your character just outright DEMAND you write about them? I do. Particularly Eulogy Rose here. DM/DA brute and my self described 'undead biker chick'. Anyway this is the story that came to me. enjoy.))

In a run down hotel in St. Martail..


Erika 'Eulogy' Rose sprawled on the bed with her arm across her eyes, trying to sleep. It wasn't often she tried to sleep, being dead and all, but sometimes on occasion she just got really really mentaly exhausted and sleep seemed like a good idea. however this part of St. Martial wasn't in the best of areas, as evidenced of the occasional sound of gunshots or the wild cries and yells of a gang of nearby freakshow. Of course to Erika this was all background noise and she was used to such noises. What was keeping her up was the racket in the next room over. A male voice rose another decable in his angered shouting, and with a muttered curse, Rose tried to block out the person's angry shouting.

"Wish he'd shut up.." she grumbled to no one in particular."Wanna sleep.."

The angry man's voice rose enough for her to hear his words.

"What kind of Stupid (Censored) is this!?! Can't you do anything right?" he raged.

a meek, small voice responded, too muffled to hear. Which peaked Rose's interest despite her desire for sleep.

"So you can heal yourself, big (Censored) Deal! I want those Illusions for your scary! MONSTROUS! But what do I get? (Censored) Puppies and Kittens! You are USELESS! How am I gonna get in with the spiders if my meal tickets a useless waste! " came the voice again even angrier it sounded like.

Rose was rapidly getting annoyed, he was keeping her awake. At least that's what she told herself, ignoring the subtle proddings of her often silent conscience to do something.

"Shaddup already.." She grumbled as the man began to rant and rave again. weather she was talking to the man or that conscience, only she knew for sure.

The small meek voice interuppted the man's ranting, there was a momentary silence that didn't sit well with Rose.

"Did you just inturrupt me?" Came the man's explosion.. "You DON'T Inturrupt ME!" followed by the sound of an impact and something hitting the floor. "You Useless! I'll teach you to..." the man's ranted shoutings and cursings were intermingled with smacking sounds..

Rose's eyes flashed open. The small conscience had found a bigger partner in Eulogy Roses' psyche. Fury. "(Censored) this." She snarled and got up off the bed, Donned her leather biker jacket and stormed outside. A few steps brought her to the door of the screaming man and the smacking sounds. Not bothering to check the door she simply kicked it down in her anger and stormed inside.

He was fat, balding and wearing nothing more than a stained muscle shirt and boxers. His arms raised to hit a kid that couldn't be older than 11. The place reeked of smoke and alcohol. He turned, face still red from screaming.

"What the (censored) do you.." he began.

He never got further as Rose grabbed him by a fist full of shirt and slammed a fist into his face, spun him away from the kid and kneed him in the groin.

"(censored)hole." she spat as he crumpled to the ground.

She turned to reguard the child, a girl with oddly bright blue hair and pointed ears, reminding Rose of an elf or pixie of some kind. She turned and gave the downed man a kick to the ribs before turning back to the cowering child. "get in the bathroom, turn the water on, and don't come out untill I bang on the door. Move." she ordered.

"But, dad.." came the quivering voice.

"I'll take care of this." Rose growled "Now get in there." the girl scrambled to obey.

Once she heard all the water running she turned again, The slovenly abuser pulled a revolver from the nightstand. Jamming it her face. "(censored), I dunno who you are but if you don't get outta here you're leavin' in a (censored) Bodybag."

Rose grinned, stepped up, the barrel of the gun came to rest on her forehead.. "Go ahead..see how far that gets you.."

"Your funeral." The abuser growled and pulled the trigger, the back of Rose's head blew out and sprayed against the far wall. Followed a short while later by a thump.

He had dropped the gun as Rose stood there still, hole in her forehead and the back of her head an open gaping wound. "How the hell..." he started before a leather gloved hand clamped around his throat and pushed him to the wall. Rose didn't answer verbally instead she pummled the man untill her grasp around his throat was the only thing keeping him upright. She let him slump to the ground and came to a quick descion. She pulled the length of chain from around her waist and sinched one end of it around the man's ankles, then she drug the bleeding abuser out and secured the other end of the chain to her motorbike. By this time the wounds from the gun had vanished.

She then crossed the street grabbing a loitering Freakshow by his mohawk, introduced his face to a nearby streetlight pole and then pointed at the hotel room. "There's a little girl in there. Make sure she stays in that room untill I get back. Don't hurt her, don't touch her. Anything happens to that effect I tear you apart and scatter you across the Isles, get me?" the Freak nodded vigoursly, Freakshow knew all about Eulogy Rose, as she normally showed up at their annual 'Freakshow Brawl for All's'.They respected her more than just about anyone else did. He'd do as asked.

That done she returned to the abuser, who was bleeding but concious and franticly trying to undo the chains around his ankles. he looked up, paniced as she sat on her motorcycle and started the engine. She grinned back at him before gunning the motor and taking off down the road, heading for the peir. She took the long way.

Killing the motor she got off the bike and untied the chain from the secure point on the bike before doing the same from around the abuser's ankles. He was throughly beaten, bloody, and batered as Rose half hauled, half dragged him to the pier's edge. She kept him upright for a moment before slamming another fist into the his face, toppling him over the edge and into the water below. She smiled down at him as he surfaced.

"I...I can't...can't swim!" he said between paniced gasps for air.

"You live on a (censored) island and can't swim?" she asked disbelievingly, then shook her head. "Sucks for you then.." then turned and with a flip of the bird secured the chain back around her waist before getting back upon her motorcycle even as the man gargled and splashed behind her. She gunned the engine and took off back to the hotel.

She was assured by the freak that the girl haddn't come out of the bathroom. She nodded and sent the freak on his way before knocking loudly on door. It creaked open slowly.a small head peaked out and up at her.

"Come on..I'm getting you out of here." she ordered.

"But.." the small girl started.

"Look, either you come with me, or I knock down that door and drag you with me kicking and screaming.." Rose grumbled.

Cautiously the small girl came out of the room. She looked worn and tired and Rose flinched when her mind wondered what else might have happened to her. "Alright. Follow me. Your ...dad..won't be around much anymore. So you gotta follow me and do as I say."

The small girl nodded clearly unsure as she followed the biker woman to her cycle.

Rose got on and the child did to. "Hold on.." Rose ordered and making sure the girl did so, gunned the motor and took off back to the pier. It took her a few moments to find the person she was looking for, but the sight of an old man hunched over tending to an fishing net caused her to grin.

"Yo, Paulie!" Rose called out killing the motor and motioning the girl to follow.

The old man turned and grined at the biker. "Rosie!" he crowed. The only one to ever get to call Erika Rose 'Rosie' without being beaten within an inch of his life. "Whatcha got there?" he asked the woman curiously.

Rose glanced at the girl, hiding behind her legs or trying to at least. "Cargo, Paulie." She stated. "I need you to get her outta here. Paragon. An orphanage or sumthin'." she explained.

Paulie quirked an eyebrow at Rose. "Don't tell me you're goin' soft, Rosie?" he found this very amusing.

"Don't make me punch you out, Paulie." Rose growled, but the man held up his hands in surrender with a laugh.

"Alright, Rosie. I got a sister in the Row that works at an orphanage there. I can get her there, but it won't be cheap.." Pualie explained, before he could get into the woes of his expenses Rose had slapped a wad of bills into his hand. Mostly 20s and a few 50s. "Okay, Rosie. I can get her there. One question though..why?"

Rose scowled at him. "I don't need no reason." she growled back at him, which caused him to grin. She sighed irritably and pondered punching him out anyway. She turned an knelt, looking at the scared little girl. "Alright kid, Paulie here's gonna take you to a place that's gonna look after ya now. Ain't no one gonna hit you anymore or nuthin' okay? You'll have friends and crap like that. you'll be happy."

The girl nodded. "Thank you." was all she said. She still looked unsure, however.

Paulie made his introductions to the the girl and by the way he carried on it seemed he knew how to handle kids. before they got ready to shove off the girl stopped in front of Rose, looking up at her.

"You're nice." she said before joining Paulie on the boat, who waved as the tug set off.

Eulogy Rose smirked. "Nice, heh. Just goes to show that you don't know me, kid." she muttered as she got back on her bike. "I ain't nice." she gunned the motor "Just easily ticked off.." and rode away..

(Eulogy Rose Theme -One of a Kind.)

((just a little something written up about one of my lesser known alts an AR/Kin Corruptor.))


Conspirator Zero paced in the abandoned hangar near the wharf in the Isles imaptiantly, the spot was open and he had scanned for listening devices several times already. He haddn't told Ebon Kris where he was going or what he was up to. If she was any good at all, she'd be able to track him here. He let out an uncharacteristic sigh. The past was always there nipping at your heels, at least it seemed that way to his eyes.There wasn't anything to do now but sit tight and wait for it.

Minutes slipped past, then an hour or two. Zero lost track of the time when the door on the oposite end of the hanger opened up and several men stepped through. Zero scanned through the men, five bodyguards, sunglasses, unregistered weaponry bulging hidden holsters his helmet informed him. He focused on the lead man, a short, rotund, and grey haired man that looked like someone's jolly old uncle. He too wore a suit, concealed undernieth it lay the padding of bulletproof vest, not to mention the man's own girth.

"Senator Stevenson." Zero said in his evercold and everflat tone by way of greeting.

"Sorry for the delay, it's difficult for one of my standing to even get into the isles you see." he explained, taking out a handkerchief and wiping down his face with it.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" he asked in the same flat tone. Because of his voice control it was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or honest or what.

The Senator found himself frowning, then smiled as a shark would smile. "It's about your little girl..." he said, voice dripping with glee.

Zero stiffened ever so slightly at the implication, voice slightly tighter he spoke again. "what about her?"

"Oh I don't mean to get your hopes up, She's still in that coma and being taken care of by my personal best doctors." The senator replied smoothly. "It's just that with elections having past and all.." he said with a rambling tone. "I need a bit of a boost in my numbers is all, my chief opponent is talking about how safe we all are with the heros and all." He settled his gaze on Zero, "that's where you come in."

"I don't do assassinations, Senator." his tone was flat and uncompromizing. Death in the bounty hunter's trade was inevitable, but killing willingly always seemed wasteful to Zero. "You know that already."

The senator made no comment for a time. "It's amazing at how rescorceful your daughter was. I'm amazed really, I had thought I'd tied up every loose end, but who knew one lowly accountant would go to longbow and squeal? It's a pity all that evidence was destroyed in that fire during that surprise Sky Raider attack on the Longbow investigations squad," he smiled. "and your daughter, ever the hero, put herself in the way to protect someone she was going to arrest."

"Namely you." Zero finished.

The senator nodded in agreement. "I've made sure my...shall we say, darker friends and allies cannot be traced to me by anyone." he smiled. "And as long as I have your 'Little Jenny' under my own special care and sware to the people that this brave longbow soldier and those that fell won't have done so in vain..Well I have it all, really. Including you, Zero, if that's what you're calling yourself nowadays." he turned and paced back and forth in front of Zero. "It'd be a shame if something were to happen to that little girl of yours if you said no, Zero."

Zero stared back at the senator, the reflective facemask showing it's purpose as it gave no clue to the face or mind behind it. "Looks like I don't have a choice." he finnaly said.

"Good," one of the bodygaurds stepped forward and slid a briefcase across the floor. "Take care of it or something unfortunate happens to your little girl, bounty hunter." the senator said the last two words as if they were a curse. "I don't care if you do it yourself or get someone else to do it, just get it done. No tricks, Zero. That little girl's life rides on you doing exactlly what I say. Understand?"

Zero was silent, but managed a nod.

"Good." The senator's tone became suddenly light and happy. "I must get going, I have dinner and a photo op with the phalanx this afternoon afterall, can't keep them waiting." He and his men began to make thier exit.They got halfway to the door before..

"You're a dead man, you know."

It was that cold statement by Zero, one of utter certainty and fact that stopped the senator in his tracks. He turned and smiled, which slipped into a sneer.

"Perhaps, but not by YOU, hunter." he and his men made their way out, leaving Zero standing there.

options are always good and I agree some form of option should be included with mayhem missions if you don't want to tangle with the hero, IMO.

but my main beef with it seems to be that the devs are all but saying to the masses 'your characters aren't as good as ours are.'

I could go on, but that would steer this post off topic.

That said...
I LOVE mayhem missions in general. I love the idea of it as it harkens back, to me, of the old time spiderman 'villian runs amok in the street and spidey swings in to stop them' bit.

I've given my two cents So I'll just stop here before I go on a rant.

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Mayhem Missions: Signature Heroes now only spawn for groups of 4 or more on appropriate maps

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I have to agree with the above poster. This, IMO, is a total and complete crock. I LOVE having my villians duke it out with the 'big names' even if they lose. What this and the RV changes to them mean to me are that they are quite simply telling us. 'no matter what you do, your singular villian/hero doesn't warrant the attention of the MAIN(and thus REAL) heros/Villians in this game.' We can still face off against the signature heros in the story arcs, but the cynic in me asks when those too will either be removed or buffed up the whazzo again. What a crock.

Just my thoughts. Your milage and opinions may vary.

Bon Jovi - Good Guys don't always wear white

You say you don't like my kind
I fit a picture in your mind
No it don't matter what I say
I hear ya bitchin' when I walk away
I'll never be what ya want me ta be
You tell me I'm wrong but I disagree
I ain't got no apology

The Necrodragon browsed the mystical artifacts in the store, carefully going from one section of the store to another. He brushed by two more heroes, one a female in high tech armor looking bored and another mystic with a heroically golden aura. His hearing, better than a human's, caught the woman's comment to her partner.

"Tch, another one..." she spoke under her breath, not hiding her scorn.

He straightened up from looking at the items and stared at the woman. "Excuse me?"

She blinked a moment at being heard and then scowled and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "You heard me. You and all you 'Darkity dark's think your all so big bad and tough, but all you are is sad pathetic excuses for heroes and heroines."

The Necrodragon tilted his head a bit. "I am who I am. I make no excuses for my appearance. Nor do I try and hide who I am," he countered. "I find it terribly sad that you and heroes like you would make a judgment based solely on how one looks without looking at actions or personality."

Just because I don't look like you, talk like you, think like you.
Judge and jury, a hangman's noose;
I see them in your eyes...

The heroine laughed "I'M sad? I take the term 'hero' to heart, Darkity Dark," she said jabbing a finger at him. "Heroes like me, to use your term, do our best to act as beacons to this city and everyone in it. You and the other lord darkity darks? You sulk around in your shadows and pretend to be heroes. Heck, Most of you don't even bother arresting do you? Just out and out kill them, right? Just to prove how 'dark' and 'bad' you are? THAT'S what's sad."

Good guys don't always wear white
Good Guys don't always wear white

You judge a man who don't stand in line
Just because he ain't on your side
Do you know the man who wears those shoes?
If you cut me don't I bleed like you?
Ya know I do

"You have already made your judgments about 'my kind', hero. Trying to convince you of ANYTHING that does not agree with your little philosophy or the sun soaked picture in your head would be pointless as it would be rejected for not meeting that picture's standards. So I will say this. You show your arrogance and your overinflated sense of how great you and those like you are by saying what you did. You deride what 'my kind', as you put it, are to make yourself and those like you feel even better about yourself. Your ego refuses to let anything that calls into question your methods or beliefs to be even thought of as legitimate." The Necrodragon stood and stared at the heroine as her partner joined her, watching the exchange silently.

I don't know whatcha been told
Can't buy guts with a pot 'o gold
A rich man's poor if he got no soul

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, king
All that [censored] don't mean a thing
Do you know which one's behind those eyes?
We all wear our disguises...
Don't we

The Necrodragon continued. "Just because I look as I do, I must hide in the shadows and fill my head and speech with overinflated angst just to prove to others how 'dark' I am?" He stepped forward into the heroine's personal space and went eye to eye with her. "Little human, I don't care what you say or how you say it. I know who I am and all your comments truly do is point out just how sad and narrow you own vision is. The fact that you believe what you have said about us 'darkity darks' further shows others just how narrow-minded you really are."

She growled "How dare you! You Darkity darks, anyone who's got half a brain wouldn't trust you lot as far as they could throw you. Your just one step up from villains."

Good guys don't always wear white
Good Guys don't always wear white

Hey baby...whose side you on?
You think you got it all figured out,
Where we belong
Forget all about your dark from light
Day from night,
Wrong from right...

"We don't fit your vision of a hero and so you take steps to correct us even being associated with the term. Dubbing us 'Darkity darks' is one such way to Mock and separate what YOU think heroes are." The Necrodragon was getting tired of this little human. "Who are YOU to decide what is and isn't? Who are YOU to decide, little human? We all have our flaws and our weaknesses and our strengths. Judging anyone by anything other than what and who they are only shows YOUR ignorance and stupidity."

Good guys don't always wear white
Good Guys don't always wear white
Don't always wear (repeated)
Don't always wear... White

The Necrodragon turned away to resume his browsing only to be pulled back around. A fist wrapped in energy slammed into his stomach and one to the side of his jaw sending him crashing into the display cases. He looked up into the heroine's angry and hateful eyes and got back to his feet. Her partner had drifted off, wanting nothing to do with any of this. He looked into the heroine's eyes. His voice was even and calm with a touch of scorn.

"Yes, you're a real beacon to others...a real hero. You weaken the real heroes by claiming to be one." He turned away and dropped suitable payment on the counter next to the cashier to pay for the damage and swept out of the store. He had people to save.

OOC:Let me know how I did folks, your feedback make me continue this. Thank you and enjoy!

"How many of them are there?" The voice of a young man asked from inside his power armored suit from his vantage point up on the nearby rooftop.

"Three, no wait four. Four targets. Threat levels are gauged as typical." came a female voice oddly enough from the same armored suit.

"Typical?" the young man asked somewhat bewildered. "What's that?"

"Well," the female voice responded with a playful tone in her voice. "It's not critical and it's not minimal?"

The young man scowled inside the helmet. "Gee thanks that explains it all, thank you soooooo much, Sara."

"not a problem,Michael!" replied the A.I. dubbed S.A.R.A.(Self Aware Responsive Autoprogram)

"Sarcasam is lost on you,Sara." quipped Michael as he waited for the right moment to decend into the group of thugs to disrupt their drugbust.

"No it's not. I just thought I'd deflate your sarcastic barb with polite naiveness..." she sounded entirely to happy about that in his oppinion.

"Yeah well just so long as you keep this overglorified toaster oven working I'll keep the sarcasm low." he said to her. The toaster oven in question was the Raptor-x3 warsuit in which Michael was the operator and Sara the A.I. for the suit.

"Toaster oven?"now she sounded offended. "This isn't a toaster oven, you hairless ape!" she said hotly.

"computer virus." Michael countered.

"underevolved primate." Sara parried.

"Microsoft reject." Michael parried back

"Oh hey that hurt." Sara said stopping thier insult game. "Looks like the party's about to start. They weren't kidding about Paragon City being a home to criminals of every type."

"Yeah, but still I dunno why my life turned out like this..." Michael said wonderignly.

"Hey, remember pal, you're the one who stole the suit and thusly myself for a joyride while cleaning one night in the BioTech labratory." Sara reminded him.

"Yeah but I didn't know that it was going to bond my brainwaves to the suit!" he complained, "I mean, the suit looked cool and I wasn't too keen on it being sold as a suit for wartime to the highest bidder, you know."

"So you put the suit on and now no one else can use it." Sara finished for him, then mocksighed "looks like you're stuck with me. Oh and if you're gonna stop the gang bangers down their I'd move your cute little keester."

"Yeah, now I'm stuck with you.." he replied not sounding at all pleased by that fact as he stepped up to the edge of the building.

"You are NOT gonna jump!" Sara said "You'll mess up the acctuators again and I JUST fixed them!"

"But.." he tried.

"NO!" Sara stated firmly, cutting him off and locking the suit up, leaving the young man trapped in the suit untill he saw it her way.

"Hey cut it out, Sara! Their gonna get away! Unlock the suit, Sara!" he complained.

"You'll use the hover mode or I'll keep you like this till the pigeons show up.." She threatened.

"Okay, okay, you win......again." he gave in quickly last time she did just that and it took him most of the night to clean up the bird dung off the suit.

"Good." she said going from angry to pleased in under a second.

"I should wipe you from the suit's program."he threatend as he used the hover to slowly decend into the pack of gangers.

"But you won't," She responded cheerily "Because I'm too valuable an assistant."

"I could manage."he said to her as he landed, the gangers looked and muttered curses at having been interrupted, starting to draw weapons and advance on the power armor.

"You'd get lonely without me." she said in confidence as Raptor-x3, guided by michael's movements and Sara's split second decion making, threw it's hands forward and let the lead Skull have it with an energy blast knocking him off his feet. "Besides, you love me too much to delete me."

"Don't push your luck,Sara." he quipped as he let another skull have it with a cross to the jaw.

Sara was about to counter that comment with another, but something else drew her attention. "We got several blips coming up behind us!" she shouted into his ear inside the helmet.

"How many?" he asked letting the another Skull have it with the energy blast. Was it his imagination or were there more of them then he thought?

"A dozen at least, readings say low body temperature, Looks like several dozen Vahz bearing down on us." She said tryign to plot the fastest way out of the alley.


"We're in trouble.." he muttered to her as he pyunched out another Skull only to have a free Skull bash him a good one across the skull with a sledgehammer. He stumbled a bit at the blow only to recive a smack with a baseball bat in the ribs. Wind left his lungs explosively. He had to fight free of these Skulls before the Vahz showed up..which wouldn't be long. "This is a fine mess we've gotten ourselves into." he muttered disgusted at himself.