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The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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"Status: Not surprised," Chertak said as the grave knights suddenly burst out of the water around him.

Reacting quickly, Chertak reached behind him and then whipped his arm back out, his plasma rifle materializing in his hand. One shot to the head sufficed to knock one grave knight back into the water and then the rest were in melee range.

Blocking one sword with his rifle and avoided another by deflecting it with his left forearm, Chertak kicked backwards, knocking away another knight who thought to attack from behind. Rolling his left arm, Chertak succeeded to lowering that knight's guard and then brought his rifle around and smashed it into the undead's face. Startled, the knight fell back, giving enough time for Chertak to duck under another sword swing, land on one knee, and punch the attacking knight in the gut.

Chertak's fist easily went through the enchanted armor that protected the grave knight and tore into the creature's stomach. This on its own wouldn't have done much more than inconvenience the grave knight, but Chertak flipped on the plasma charge with his fist still in the knight's belly. Instantly the knight's torso burst into flames and the creature fell back, batting furiously at itself until it tripped and fell backwards into the water.

Rising up, Chertak did a rising kick to the chin of another grave knight trying to charge him from beind, shattering the thing's jaw and knocking it to the ground. Two strikes then got through Chertak's defenses, dragging over and chipping at his armor. The Rikti responded by grabbing both swords and pulling them in the opposite directions, causing the two knights to slam into each other in front of Chertak.

While they were stunned, Chertak reached behind his back and pulled out his warblade, the energy sheath allowing the heavy metal sword to cut through both of the grave knights, sending them to the ground in a tangled heap. A spin and a heavy downward slash finished off the last one, it's two halves staying upright for a moment before falling into the water.

"Effective: Warm up," Chertak said, shoving his warblade behind him once again.

After checking to see that he suffered no critical damage, he hadn't, Chertak continued on through the thick brush, trusting in his suit's navigational system to point him in the right direction.

The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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"Oh joy, screaming ghost monkies," Toy remarked as the various ghosts started assaulting his bots.

But ectoplasmic flesh found itself being easily rent by Small Toy as the little battle drone dashed about, cloaking and then attacking from nowhere with the ghostslayer dagger installed in its left wrist. Toy Dispenser himself also laid into the ghosts, holding a couple of them in place by bending a bolt of lightning around their forms and completely paralyzing one by infusing its essence with his electricity.

"So, Marcus," Toy said conversationally as a screaming skull slammed into and dented his right shoulder plate. "Three guesses as to who might be behind this. And the first two guesses don't count."

Up in the front ranks, the rest of the bots were easily taking care of the normal zombies, ripping them to shreds with concentrated laser fire and barrages of more potent stuff. Taking a short break, Combat Toy fell back to where the hero was huddled up under a tree. The pitch black assault bot leaned down, getting it's glowing eyestrip right up in Slater's face.

"You gonna hide there all day, cape?" Combat Toy said with unrestrained malice. "Or are you gonna give us a hand for saving your sorry [censored]? I hope it's you don't. I like ripping capes to shreds."

Slowly leaning back up, Combat Toy gave King Slater one last glance, somehow managing to convey it's hate through an expressionless face, and then spun around and blasted a pack of newly formed ghosts with a barrage of incendiary missiles.

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"Circumstances: Odd," Chertak said to himself as he checked his armor's systems. "Hyperkinetic accelerator: Fully functioning: Doesn't work."

After sensing a sort of mental scan coming from some being off in the distance, Chertak had raised his mental shields and subsequently noticed a strange compulsion that began eroding at his mental blocks. He couldn't tell what the compulsion would make him do, he wasn't a trained psychic, but he knew that it wouldn't be anything good. So, both for his mental health and to avoid being sensed by the other psychic, Chertak kept his shields up and tried to hide his presence as best he knew how.

Right now the Rikti Warmaster was standing on a clump of sod in the bare beginnings of the swamp. Analysis indicated that it would take him about forty more minutes moving at his normal speed to reach the city walls. And since his hyperkinetic accelerator was offline for some reason, he couldn't speed himself up and reach the walls in a tenth of the time.

The lack of resistance after he had pushed through the zombie horde slightly worried Chertak. He figured that either is was weak enough that the master of this realm didn't really care about him, which made Chertak worry about what he had gotten into, or the other undead were simply biding their time and waiting for Chertak to let down his guard, which made Chertak very paranoid as even mindless undead could penetrate his armor given enough time and numbers.

"Further speculation: Worthless," Chertak muttered to himself, finding comfort in the mechanical sound of his thought translator. "To carry on: Only recourse."

And so he did.

The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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"Hey Marcus," Toy said as he glanced at the trio of Family. "Fancy meeting you here. Did you know I have the sudden urge to shoot you?"

Ahead of the mastermind, Combat Toy had finally come within sight of King Slater and the pack of zombies. Legs pumping, the assault bot reached out to the side and yanked a thick sapling out of the ground as it ran past. Clutching the crude club in both hands, Combat Toy fired it's plasma beams, catching a pair of zombies in the chest and blowing them to pieces.

Taking one more step and then launching itself into the air, Combat Toy landed behind the undead and swept the sapling out like a broom, sending the undead sprawling.

"Get down!" Large Toy shouted at Slater as it ran to a stop next to the hero, kicking a twitching limb away and firing a trio of laser shots into a whole zombie.

Mini Bot charged around Slater's right side and literaly dived into the pile of zombies, it's shoulder mounted tentacles whipping about wildly, slicing through rotting limbs like a hot knife through butter.

"Retreat from this fight," Toy Bot ordered as it took up position next to Large Toy, it's bright green coloring easily marking it out and it's two plasma rifles pumping bolts of energy into the undead.

"Good thing there's zombies to kill instead, eh?" Toy asked as he pointed toward where his bots were fighting. "Would you mind lending a hand, bullet, or mind? Try to miss the kid, I think he might be friendly."

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OOC: Chertak coming up in a minute.

The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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Peregrine Island. A small island off the coast of Paragon City where the corporation known as Portal Corp kept it's main research facilities, as well as the giant extra-dimensional portals that made them famous. Patrolled extensively by both high level heroes and some of the city's most feared villain groups, Peregrine Island was a place where things happened, things that could make or break the world.

What was occuring now, a running battle through the streets between a group of 'Destined Ones' and heroes, was not one of these major events. Rather, it was small and rather petty-minded, enacted for little more than wish of a quick buck.

The plan had been simple. Get Arachnos assistance, hire some mercenaries, and raid Peregrine Island's bank. Running into heroes was an assurance, but the mastermind behind the scheme was positive that a small group of experienced and powerful people could get in and get out with maximum reward and minimum fuss.

That was his first mistake.

Almost immidiately after the Arachnos flier dropped the group of villains off, it took flight and fled the scene. Hurled insults and bolts of energy did little to halt its retreat. Swift interrogation along the way to the bank revealed that one of the group's members was disliked by Arachnos, something she had kept secret when she had been hired. Regardless, the mastermind pressed on with the plan, figuring that they could always fight they're way out to a boat.

That was his second mistake.

The bank was knocked over within minutes, the vault nearly completely emptied by an extra-dimensional pocket device the mastermind had brought along for this reason. The group even took down Sister Psyche in a relatively quick fashion, surprising the psychic hero with pre-prepared mind shields. Flush with success, the mastermind altered his plans somewhat and suggested that they go and take down some more heroes to teach Paragon not to mess with evil.

That was his third mistake.

He should have known that so many heroes would flock to this assault on the city, should have bailed the moment he saw Arachnos pull out, shouldn't have assumed he could get away with it in the first place.

Initial counts showed at least ten super powered beings closing on the bank, hot on the heels of Sister Psyche's defeat. Knowing they were outmatched, the group fled toward Portal Corp, the only direction the heroes weren't coming from. As they ran, not only did the heroes hound their steps but even the villain groups that inhabited Paragon took potshots at the group as though trying to tell them to keep off their turf.

Two of their number fell before they reached the entrance to Portal Corp and busted their way in. Panicked and afraid, the mastermind captured a scientist and ordered the man to start up one of the portals. Figuring that if they were sent to a friendly dimension, the group could pose as ambassadors or explorers long enough to get access to the other dimension's portal technology and escape back to a safer part of their home dimension, 'Primal Earth'.

That was his last mistake.

The scientist, his family having been killed by villains much like these years ago, changed the portal coordinates to a dimension where the Devouring Earth had conquered the planet, exterminating all human life in the process. The only villain that might have understood the portal technology had fallen in the escape and so it was that the mastermind and his group rushed through the swirling gate, appearing in the middle of a horde of tree monsters sunning themselves.

In the ensuing fight for their lives, the group of doomed villains didn't notice that one of their own was missing. They probably wouldn't have cared much anyway, as they were all dead within five minutes of arrival.

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"I don't think we're in Kansas any more, boss," Mini Bot said as it looked around at the dank and gloomy forest the group of robots had appeared in.

"Not even close," Toy Dispenser said as he sat still, waiting for Large Toy to finish fixing a gaping hole in his chest plating. "I'm not getting any radio transmissions or ait traffic of any kind, for that matter."

"It appears that Dr. Brunson lied," stated Toy Bot from where it leaned up against a tree, damage to it's rear legs necesitating some assitance to remain standing.

"Seems like," Toy said with a heavy sigh. "Well, now we just need to figure out how the hell to get back home."

"Looks like that dark, gloomy, forbidden tower might have something to do with it," muttered Block Bot as it pointed through a gap in the canopy at a giant tower in the distance.

"At the least we can force whoever's there to answer some questions," Combat Toy growled, still angry that Toy hadn't let them turn and fight the heroes from before.

Suddenly Toy's head shot up and looked off to the left.

"Looks like we've got company," he said. "Small Toy's found someone. And he's being chased by zombies."

"Rescue time?" asked Mini Bot.

"Damn right," Toy said as he stood up, brushing Large Toy off. "Standard deployment and keep an eye on the living guy, we don't know how he'll react to us."

"If he's hostile, I'll take him apart like another zombie," Combat Toy said, already moving through the trees toward Small Toy.

"Right," Toy said as he and the rest of the bots moved out, keeping pace with the modified assault bot.

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With a sharp crack, one of the larger zombies chasing King Slater was suddenly short a head as a purple beam sheared through the thing and caused it to explode. Small Toy's cloaking field shut off at that moment, enough power drained for the high powered beam rifle shot that the matrix was forced to deactivate itself or risk overload.

The pale grey battle drone lying prone about fifty feet ahead of King Slater adjusted its aim, waited for the beam rifle to recycle, and fired another shot, taking another zombie out of the pack chasing the hero. Glowing red optics whirred lightly as they shifted and tracked all the oncoming targets.

Until the others arrived, Small Toy would make sure none of the zombies touched the hero.

OOC: lol, Toy. Chertak coming up next.

The Ziggurat ((Open Rp))

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OOC: I dunno, I did my bit with the five minutes thing. I was waiting for someone else to post breakfast being over.

The Grand Finale ((Open RP))

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OOC: MOOORTAAAL KOOOOOMBAAAAAT!

BIC: "[censored]! Defendalass, cover the reactor! Those drones are hitting it hard!"

"I'm on it! Just get this big guy off me!"

"Guys! The reactor isn't looking too good! Push these damn aliens back!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying! But they just- urk!"

"RODGER! YOU [censored] BASTARDS! I'LL- gah!"

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"Resistance: Nullified," remarked a black armored Chief Soldier as he stabbed his warblade through the unmoving chest of a brawny, tights-wearing human.

The human reactor is almost destroyed, Warmaster, said the Chief Soldier's adjunct, a former Lost who still hadn't completely adjusted to thinking like a Rikti. His usefullness outweighed his problems with thought structure, however. Shall we place the explosives and retreat?

Affirmitive: Soldier Dal. Deply: Charges: Further defensive measures. Once deployed: Order retreat, replied Warmaster Chertak as he cleaned the blood of the metahuman off on the human's own tights.

Warmaster! came a panicked mental cry from outside. Attack: Freedom Phalanx: Statesman!

The warning came not a moment too soon as the big man himself came crashing through the door leading into the reactor, not even bothering to obtain one of the radiation shields from the machine in the hallway.

Little did Paragon City know that every now and then the Rikti, Sky Raiders, or Freakshow actually DID manage to win control of the Terra Volta reactor. This was generally kept a secret from the public as mass hysteria would result. Instead, when a group of heroes appeared to be failing, a message was sent out to the major supergroups for aid. Which ever hero was around generally suited up and went to the rescue, sometimes able to save the small group of heroes that had failed to prevent the take over.

This just happened to be the Rikti's unlucky day. Chertak's as well, for Statesman recognized the Warmaster for what he was and went for him first. Chertak brought his sword up to parry, his last image that of Statesman's face, twisted into a snarl behind his mask with his right fist pulled back to punch the living daylights out of the invading alien.

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Chertak came too to the sight of brown dirt and the sound of moaning. The Warmaster realized that he was crouching with one knee on the ground and his head hanging low, staring at the ground. He just noticed his hand as well, which also seemed to be pressing against the ground as though keeping him from falling over.

Mentally gathering control of himself, Chertak stood up in a smooth motion. His black armor reflected the pale light from the overcast sky above him as he looked in front of him.

"Classification: Undead: Zombies," Chertak said outloud. "Difficulty rating: Harmless."

As the mindless undead humans shuffled toward him, Chertak ignored them and looked past the horde at a massive spire stabbing out from what appeared to be a run-down human city. Lightning crackled around it, giving it a menacing air, but for some reason Chertak knew he was supposed to go there.

Looking around him, the Rikti saw that he was in a shallow valley just coming out of a huge mountain range. Directly ahead of him between his current position and the city was a swamp. It appeared to be only a kilometer in width, but even that much would make traveling through it as annoying as hell.

By this time, the first zombie had reached Chertak and made a clumsy slash with its gnarled hands. The Warmaster easily stepped to one side of the blow and slammed a punch into the zombie's head, hitting it so hard as to cause it to explode, peppering the other zombies with bits of blood and brain. As the corpse hit the ground, Chertak flexed his other hand, causing matching spikes to pop out of his knuckles and become charged with electricity.

The Rikti then waded in, trusting in his innate superiority and advanced armor to see him through safely as he punched a path through the horde.

OOC: Toy Dispenser coming in later in another post.

Roses are Awesome...[Valentine's RP]

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Balsk let out an admiring whistle when Allen took out the moon shard necklace. It was indeed quite pretty.

The draconian also hung back for now, figuring that Rosie had more than enough attention directed her way already.