Lt_Briggs

I soon hope to have "Prometheus Rising - Chapter 1" done soon.

So is has there been any talk of eventually increasing the amount of published mission-arcs a person can make beyond 3? I can understand the server capacity issues. But still I have so many ideas I'd like to try and if I don't want to erase anything I've put so much work into, one of my prior mission-arcs, then I could see my interest in Architect waning rather fast.

Is it possible to create a custom character and then add them into a preexisting enemy group? One thing that has always bugged me in CoH is that fighting named bosses is for the most part a disappointment in that they are the same generic boss looks-wise as any other boss, named or otherwise, in that villain group. Ergo making a boss for say the Outcasts that doesn't look like any other Outcast boss.

((Hm, well I could use this as an opportunity to tell Lt. Jessica Briggs origin story))


Paragon News: So Lieutenant.

Jessica: Just call me Jessica.

Paragon News: I'm sorry Miss Jessica.

Jessica: No not miss... whatever, can we just do this?

Paragon News: So you often refer to yourself as the "Second Best", just what do you mean by that?

Jessica: Its just, I haven't really been a cape all that long. While Statesman, Positron and the other heroes were fighting the Rikti war I was on the streets. We... the PPD weren't back then what we are now. We didn't fight in the war, we stood the line and we were slaughtered by the dozens for it. I.. well lets just say my Christmas card list isn't as lengthy as it used to be. Its like I barely recognize the Force anymore, so many new faces.

Paragon News: And Paragon is deeply in the debt for you and the rest of the PPD for the sacrifices made during the war. But why "second best?"

Jessica: Well yeah, we can pay tribute to the fallen. I think about them every night still.... geez. Those braver than myself made the ultimate sacrifice. But still, lets not mince words. We didn't do jack ****. It was Statesman and the rest who saved our hides. I wasn't part of that. I came after that. I became a cape because of the events that happened. The Freedom Phalnax was the mighty earthquake, I'm just an aftershock. I'm an effect of their cause. Hence I'm the second best. But I'm comfortable with that.

Paragon News: That night, are you okay to talk about that night?

Jessica: I... well... okay... Yeah. I'm okay. Okay lets do this. So I was in the gymnasium of some elementary school, I don't even know if I remember which one it was. Everything is such a blur. It was set up as an emergency triage for the injured. A makeshift mourge for the dead. It wasn't just the PPD officers there, but also capes. Dead ones, dying ones. Its so sad. I see so many statues of heroes around Paragon. I don't think I've seen a single one of anyone that died there.

Paragon News: But then the Vahzilok came? Right?

Jessica: Well no kidding the Vahzilok came! It was a buffet of super powered body parts, and not a single one of them in any condition to put up a real fight. But one of them, one guy... he was... living stone? But each moment more and more of him crumbled to rubble. He... He's dead now. But what were the medics supposed to do? You can't perform CPR on rock. But he called his Super Group.

Paragon News: But they had their hands full didn't they?

Jessica: Well yeah, it was like War of the Worlds meets Saving Private Ryan. His group didn't have time to just swing by at their leisure. But they did manage to spare one member to come by.

Paragon News: But not quickly enough?

Jessica: Well they can't all run faster than sound now can they? But yeah. It would take him fifteen minutes to get there under the best conditions.

Paragon News: And what did you do Jessica? You were one normal officer of the law up against a dozen or so Vahzilok. There would be no chance of surviving that?

Jessica: You think I didn't know that!

Paragon News: I didn't mean offense. But what did you do?

Jessica: I held the line, simple as that. There were still plenty of people alive inside. And even the dead ones... well they did more than enough to deserve not being cut up by one of those sick perverts.

Paragon News: But the hero did show up? You saved those people. You should be proud of that.

Jessica: Well I didn't really have time for pride. I held 'em off until the cape showed up. But he really didn't notice when that sick doctor drug me away.

Paragon News: He wasn't really happy about you ruining his big break was he?

Jessica: Yeah, you could say that. His name was Doctor Cancer. He was named that because, well, his wife was dying of cancer. He kept screaming at me that I ruined his research and that she was going to die because of me as he drug me through the sewers.

Paragon News: Are you okay to continue?

Jessica: Well why wouldn't I be! But we eventually reached his lab. He strapped me to a table not clean enough to be in a slaughter house. He put something into me, some drug he designed. When a person is in enough pain the body reacts and the person loses consciousness yeah? Well this drug damaged that part of my brain.

Paragon News: I... so you would be fully awake no matter what he did to you?

Jessica: Yeah... so he cut off my arms, my legs, an eye. It was pain that I actually have trouble fathoming now that I look back on it. But he was a professional you see? Any regular serial killer would have had me dead long before I got to the state he had me in. But he knew how to do it just so precisely that I woudln't die.

Paragon News: But the hero group, the one the stone gentleman belonged to.. The Terran Fist, found you didn't they?

Jessica: What was left of me yeah.

Paragon News: And the rock gentleman, Arnold Terran, was quite wealthy wasn't he?

Jessica: Yeah. Well his family owned quite a few copper mines just as Thomas Edison's lightbulb was becoming popular. So they raked in the dough. So his son, Bruce Terran paid for me to have my operation. Fitted me with top of the line military grade cybernetics. Replaced my eye and a series of implants to compensate for the damage to my nervous system due to that Vahzilok [censored]'s drug. He is a really sweet kid. Just a shame to have to step in and run his father's company at only 17 years old.

Paragon News: That is quite an amazing story Jessica. But to be honest it doesn't sound like the story of a.... second best.

Jessica: No no no! Don't you dare deny me that. I am the second best, and all my brothers and sisters of the force were the second best. We didn't save Paragon, but we held the line. THAT is what I dedicate myself to, not those flying high over the Rikti ships, but dying namelessly down below them. That is who I am. I am everyone you don't see statues of in Atlas Park. And I'm going to show the miscreant villains in this city that even the second best is more than enough to kick their *****!

Paragon News: Thank you for your time Jessica.

Paragon

Right, well I doubt anyone recalls me anyways. But just as soon as I was getting my duo of rp characters introduced in some threads I got hit by real life, hard. Grandfather passed away, so I decided to put my account on hold for a month to take care of familial responsibilities. One month became two, and etc. So I do have to apologize to all of those who were in threads I was in. And I do look forward to getting my cybernetic cop and my oversized troll girl back into some engaging rp. Thanks!

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Assassin's Blades 2 Sai Wins!

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And they say we 'defeat' enemies.... lawl.

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Yes. As much as heroes are 'defeated' when they are hit with the exact same attack.

Briggs is caught off guard in trying to escape the crumbling of the building, and is scooped up easily by the jagermonster. "The...hell?" the cop says as she is picked up and taken along for the ride as the gnarled tooth beast makes his own exit through the wall. But the cop lass, still not really knowing who has a hold on her thrashes about and manages to squirm out of Horowitz's hold. But this has the side effect of sending her skidding across the dirt.

"And these are my good pants," she mutters to herself while pulling herself to her feet.

((could someone give me a quick run down of where everyone is/what everyone is doing? I think I've fallen behind))

Briggs puts the iron sights of her sidearm on Xabu. But despite the cyborg's ability to turn one second into ten from her frame of reference and her mechanically steady aim she cannot get a good shot at the villain with all of that energy whipping around. And even if she could get a good shot off, a bullet from a 9mm likely would not do much against someone of interdimensional aptitude.

Briggs snorts in frustration and drops the sights of the gun from the villian. When Powerbreaker speaks up Briggs spins on her heels and faces the door. Her legs spark with blue energy then is off, doing zero to 60mph in about three seconds towards the door.

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"Do you really think he's going to listen to you?" Darkvapor barked back at Briggs. It amazed him how stupid she was as to try and command a being from another dimension to surrender to her.

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"Your opinion of PPD policy is moot. But I am required to try and solve all problems nonviolently if possible."

When the massive armored being materializes in the room the cybernetic cop brings the sights of the pistol at center mass of the large frame. But with everyone running in like that she can't get a good shot. "Damnit," she says to herself through gritted teeth. Briggs furrows her brow as though she was concentrating very hard on something, and that something is activating her neural-buffer. "Come on.. come on activate damnit!" she mutters through her gritted teeth.

A feeling like being knocked in the back of the head with a nerf bat hits her and she takes in a quick breath. As her reflexes, thought processes, and sensory processing speed up the world around her seems to slow. This, from her perspective, gives everyone's voices around her a peculiar low, drawn out sound that can be quite annoying.

She launches herself at one of the Xabu in a blur of motion, traveling at a speed difficult to perceive to those with typical visual acuity. She leaps at Xabu in an attempts to deliver a piston fuled jump kick to his head with her cybernetic leg. she then would train her pistol on his head and as the jumpkick turns into her leaping from his head she will squeeze out a volley of bullets as the force from her kick sends her backwards.

Briggs keeps her firearm stretched outwards with her other hand beneath her hand which is holding the gun to support it. Its a habit from when she had human limbs, and not really necessary now that she has perfectly steady precision cybernetics. Her aim jumps around from sprak to spark, though knows better than to start firing wildly. She perfectly gauges the pressure on the trigger, between that and her neural-buffer can react in a fraction of a second.

"Where are you!?" Briggs yells out. "Come out in the open with your arms in the air!"

When things started to go weird she reacts on pure reflex. Her steel hand snaps around behind her and draws out her 9mm from the holster in the back of her pants. She puts a wall close to her back as her eyes look around the room quickly to try and perceive any threats before they become threatening. Teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, there are many tools at the disposal of a metahuman to get the drop on their enemies.

"He shook himself vigorously, spraying the assembled metas with salty water, and grinned, showing a mouthful of huge fangs, and winking exaggeratedly at Briggs. "Hyu know, dohlink, hyu never deed tell me your name..."

Briggs is about to answer the Jagermonster's question, or as much of it as she could understand with his thick accent. But she was able to pick the word "name" out so got the gist of what he was asking. But before she can answer he is sent sailing across the room from a strike from Energon X. The cop puts a few fingers to her head at a tension headache building. She is used to working with well trained individuals and a rigidly designed system of authority, something that isn't very present in the world of costumed crime fighting. Therefore she finds most of it quite... inefficient.

She takes a deep breath as she activates her neural-buffer implant at the base of her skull. She reacts much faster than any normal person or some people could percieve. With lightning quick movements of her cybernetic limbs she is standing between the Jagermonster and Energon X. Though from her perspective everything is moving in slow motion, that is until she deactivates the buffer when she stands between the two of them.

"Save it for Poe," she tells Energon.


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Briggs, while following the rest of the group, has activated the holographic projectors on the top of her wrists to interface with the PPD's computer system.

"Not sure how to do the paper work on this one," she says to no one in particular. "I'm not sure if crime in a totally different dimension is out of my jurisdiction." She just shrugs and enters in some bacis information to send out later on.


"So, just how are we going to track this Poe?" the cybernetic cop asks.

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((Er... Kip isn't captured anymore, Briggs- he got loose at the same time Kheldragon did))

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(( Oh.... so why are we on evil island then? ))

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After getting her shoes off her metallic feet Brigs stands up and lifts up her t-shirt to reveal a gun strapped to her back. Its a normal glock and not much use against most of the criminals of Paragon City, compared to her cybernetics that is, but she keeps it on her as a force of habit. After checking to make sure its in working order she reholsters it and makes her way to the front of the transport. "So just where is your destination?" she asks of the pilot.

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"Come alonk... moof! Ve dun gots all day, und de ladiez must be going first!"

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Briggs looks to the strange snaggletoothed man with the peculiar accent. "I'm not sure what you said but thanks." The cop hops into the flier and proceeds to sit on the ground.

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"You seem new... Perhaps you've never heard of this individual, Poe..."

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"No," the cybernetic cop replies as she pulls the shoes off her metal feet, as to not get in the way of the thrusters on her heels need she use them. "But he sort of kidnapped the guy who was buying me drinks. And that just won't fly." She looks down at herself and picks at her t-shirt, "Look at me I'm not even in uniform."

Briggs was "powdering her nose" in the ladies room when everything was going down. But she upon exiting the bathroom it took only some minor questioning of the rattled bar patrons to get the story, and the subsequent posse that was formed because of the fight.

The cop dashes outside to see... well what at one time was likely an Arachnos ship. She walks up to it and starts pounding on the side. "Don't think you all are leaving without me!" she shouts at the side of the craft.

((Okay family stuff behind me now. I'll try to read through all of this today. But can someone give me a synopsis also?))

((Sorry for not posting lately folks. Had some family emergency stuff. But hopefully I will post in a day or three.))

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"Our trades are also carefully monitored by Freedom Corps," Kip sighed, "No information on Hero movement is the big thing..."

"And since I'm an agent of Vanguard," Breaker shrugged, "I'm technically in the service of the interests of the people. Technically a hero..."

He sighed and looked glumly at the table.

"Practically... That's another matter."

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"Alright," Briggs replies with a nod. "For some reason I believe you. But still I feel it is my duty to log this transaction. Standard procedure." The woman holds her cybernetic arms outwards in front of her. Two small image projectors rise from the tops of her hands. The projectors cast a hologram of a keyboard and computer screen in front of her, which is tapped into the Freedom Corps computers according to what can be seen on the screen. Her fingers tap swiftly over the keyboard which floats in mid-air.

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"Now... As far as a hero helping a villain... This is merely an exchange of property, not evidence. If the rifle were evidence..."

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"Yes," she notes. "But I'm just making sure I'm not being privy to an "arms deal". The contraband trade between Paragon and the isles is staggering."

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"The only thing that makes this not 'up-and-up' is that he's officially an escaped fugitive..." Kip turned and pointed to various people throughout the room, "But then again, so is he... Him... Him... Her... That... All quite cordial in this setting, largely because of him..."

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The cybernetic cop taps her finger on her forearm of the opposing arm as she takes the situation in. "Mmhmm. And if you don't mind me asking just what does this information pertain to?"

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A man in his mid-thirties in a brown, tattered trench coat stepped out of the villain-side bar and approached a woman and a pair of children on the border of the dance floor that bore the vista of the twirling truck. He embraced the children before greeting the woman. Anybody near them would have wondered as to why they couldn't hear a word being said.

"Visit family," Kip finished, "Brother Mauthe is what that man's followers call him. The kids just call him 'dad.' Nobody knows what the woman calls him."

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Briggs frowns, giving a disapproving look towards the couple and their children. "Just who would bring their kid in here? Yeah its not dangerous due to Zero and all. But still there are some pretty foul dudes in here." She turns her look to Breaker and remarks, "Present company excluded."

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"Put a bullet in his gut, huh? Some friend," Power Breaker frowned at Briggs, but blinked, "I mean him... For putting you in that spot. In my experience, those on your side of the law tend not to go to extremes unless absolutely forced to."

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Jessica keeps her arms crossed and looks somewhat pensive. But being around someone from the Isles will do that to a seasoned cop such as herself. "Well he opened fire on me first," she notes regarding her former friend. "Fire, literally fire from his hands."

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"Well, I'm the son of a former PPD officer... Sergeant Eric Harris, from the King's Row precinct. He... He wasn't a terribly good father. I guess he made a mediocre cop... Since I didn't want to have to deal with him in the afternoons after school, I'd hang out with my friends... Friends who had connections."

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"I grew up in the Row," she notes. "I wonder if your father ever met my father. Frank Briggs, he was an officer in Kings as well, as was my grandfather Daniel Briggs."

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"Well, in the course of my work, I wound up coming across a Tsoo courier. This was shortly after the War, business was picking up again, and I didn't really feel like making any enemies. Neither did he, so we were willing to let the big war of our bosses rage over our heads while we simply tried to survive. Too bad the Outcasts didn't like that plan. Next day, I meet the same courier, only he's getting shot by one of the cold-based ones... Well, he had a snowflake on his shirt... In any case, he takes off while I'm applying pressure to the guy's wound and then... poof. The Tsoo guy's gone. That's when his boss," he pointed at Kipland, "arrested me. I don't hold it against the guy. A thug over a dead body, the murder weapon right there... That Outcast was such a chicken-[dung] wuss, he dropped his gun when he took off..."

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Jessica just nods her head as she listends to the sordid tale. "I'm sorry you were wrongfully convicted," she replies. Though honestly when you embed yourself in such a lifestyle it can come around and bite you in the butt. Karma is a b****, and doesn't always come back in a direct cause and effect manner, but it does come back."

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"Some life. The nanites fixed me up, alright. They also made it so I can't forget anything, poked crystal spikes out of my skin so they can use sunlight as a power source, and turned my brain into their very own supercomputer. I know more stuff now than I ever needed before, and it's all instantaneous..."

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Jessica looks down at her own augmentations as Power Breaker continues his story. "Well, I mean I'm sure there might be an engineer out there who could help tweak some of your artificial components to weed out the stuff you dislike. I have a list of a dozen tech geeks in Paragon who can fix me up and upgrade me as necessary."

"I myself have a computer in my brain as well. Or at least connected to the back of it. Its not always active though. But it speeds up my thought and reactions greatly. Though some would think that it would make me "smarter". But thinking faster doesn't mean you are smarter, it just means you can come to the wrong answer to a problem much more quickly."


When the rifle and datapad change hands Jessica quirks a brow. "Kip," she intones. "This is all on the up and up right? I mean to the casual observer this looks like some shady back alley deal. Though you would have to be batty to do such a deal in front of a cop."

"Just what is that datapad about anyways?"

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Look, officer. Don't let anybody tell you any tall tales about me. I'm one of the few people in the Isles who's on the up-and-up, and that's earned me quite a few foes.

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"I'll save judgment until after I know a little more about you. Can't say I know much about the Isles anyways, other than whats on the news," she replies as she crosses her cybernetic arms.

"Though I think a friend of mine from high school is in the Isles now. Moron joined the Hellions. Last I saw him I put a bullet in his belly, but he got away."