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The coin twirled through the air as everybody in the room stared at it in silent awe. The contest had been going for nearly three straight hours, the hero, Randall Grey on one side of the table, the villain Power Breaker on the other. Several piles of beer glasses surrounded them, and in the distance, DJ Zero could be heard tapping his foot angrily. The normally bright, flashy, garish or bizarre motley uniforms surrounding them had been lost in a drunken blur, but their eyes all seemed to be focused on the two contenders in a multitude of unblinking glows.
The coin hit the table and Randalls hand slapped down on it. His eyes were glazed and half-closed. His head bobbed to the left and right as he leaned forward to look down on the old, beat-up fifty cent piece. He had gotten it from a Family boss hed beaten up a few months back, noticed it was silver, and decided to hold onto it. Power Breaker leaned forward, too. Whatever those nanites in his bloodstream were doing, they didnt help him metabolize alcohol any better or oxidize it any faster.
Ready? Randy slurred, Thish ish it
A glash of wishkey Power Breaker smiled and shook his head, Damn, yur crezzy TAILS!
Randy lifted his paw from the coin and winced. Power Breaker started laughing and looked down to see the head right-side-up to him and looking off to the left.
[censored] the pale-skinned villain growled, Cant even face me
Power Breaker leaned back and took up his glass. A nearby defender looked worriedly at the two of them, but Randy pointed sternly at the glass and a scrapper filled it.
Bye-bye, liver Power Breaker said before draining the glass into his gullet, Good Gahd, that burns!
They stared at each other for a moment before the massive brute fell to the floor with the group of other heroes and villains that had previously fallen out of the contest. Randy raised his fist in the air for a second before rolling off his own chair with a groan and snoring loudly for the next hour
Randy! Randy! Wake up!
Power Breaker helped the tanker to his feet and the led him to a nearby chair. A Warden was standing nearby and started barking harshly at Randy about maintaining an image before Randy shouted him down.
Hey! Shut the [censored] up! I just got done helping drink a micro brewery into the black! Get off my back and go back to guarding a damn elevator! You dont deal with what I do
Power Breaker held the side of his head with a grimace and leaned away. When the Warden stormed off, grumbling, he turned to the hero, extending his hand.
I gotta go, Randy. Ill see you on the flip side By the way, did that info you beat outta me help?
Freedom Corps found a Praetorian Malta Agent which I guess means he's one of the good guys back there, Randy replied as he shook the villains hand, It was really weird, because he was the Praetorian of one of my crew
Oh really, wow Power Breaker shrugged, Well, I guess that shows theres hope for all of us, if he wasnt a villain..."
Hes still being watched, but hes taken a real shine to wailing on the bad guys here in the city.
Cool. Ill see ya later, man.
Randall spent the next hour sobering up before he finally stood and swaggered for the exit. He ignored the Wardens stare with a stony face and made his way for Kings Row, where his apartment was. Hed been offered one in other, classier zones of the city, but he preferred living with the working class. It was who he was, it was all he knew, and he definitely wasnt clean enough for areas like Founders Falls.
I dont know how much more I can do this, he grumbled as he reached his building.
Hey, Randy! Uh My toilets backing up again
He looked up to the lady that had given the previous superintendent a heart attack because she came up with a new problem for her apartment every day since shed moved in. When Randy had taken over the job, she had quieted down considerably.
Thats alright, Marilith, Ill take care of it
As he stared at the clear water backing into the porcelain bowl, a part of him thanked his lucky stars that it wasnt brown. However, that was drowned out by a loud, angry, violent storm of rage that seemed to well up inside from out of nowhere and he yanked the offending plumbing utility out of the floor and threw it through the wall. All he saw from that point on was red, and he didnt quite know what happened next, but when he came to, the bathroom was destroyed and Marilith was standing in the doorway, pale-faced and wide-eyed.
I Im sorry she squeaked as Randy got his wits about him.
No no, its not your fault, Randy panted, I I dont know where that came from
He scratched his head as he looked about the bathroom. The walls had been torn away, revealing the insulation, studs, and power cables within. There was a gaping hole where the toilet had smashed through, revealing the outside alley. If Randall had looked down, hed have seen a Mortificator that now had a severe need for a real doctor. The bathtub was reasonably undamaged, save a fist-shaped dent in the side, but the showerhead had been ripped out and smashed through the ceiling light. He realized suddenly he had a headache, and saw he must have smashed his head through the sink.
Oh Marilith Im so sorry he groaned, Oh wow we better find you a new apartment while I fix this one up
He spent the rest of the afternoon helping her move into his apartment while he moved into hers. He didnt have much to move, just a large easy chair and a small television, but she had her whole life to cart out. He was glad he had super strength to help the two of them out. Marilith thanked him sheepishly and went to her new apartment while Randall turned to his new project.
Maybe I should just live in the base, he groaned as he surveyed the destruction, Itd be safer for everyone else
After putting up some heavy plastic to cover the hole, he went down to the basement to shut down the power to his new bathroom. It took him a couple tries and a few angry neighbors, but he eventually got it.
Damn old labeling he groaned as he mentally added it to his to-do list, I cant leave yet, I gotta fix so much in this place
He collapsed in his easy chair at six in the evening and realized he hadnt really slept since waking the previous morning. As the news rattled on about which hero saved what building, he dozed off into oblivion.
Randall Grey
He awoke with a start, leapt up and realized he was completely sober. It was midnight according to the clock on the TV. The apartment had a deep chill and he heard the rustling of the plastic blowing wildly in the bathroom. He glared wildly about, but couldnt see what had disturbed him.
Randall.
He turned to see a pretty young woman sitting in his easy chair, a white gossamer robe flowing about her. He arched an eyebrow and sat down on the floor, kicking one leg forward and crooking up the other knee to rest his elbow on it. He raked his hair back and leaned against his TV.
Okay, Ill bite. Who are you?
Just an agent of Freedom Corps, like yourself, she replied, her spooky, ghostly voice making subtle attempts to shake his soul.
It didnt work, his soul had long-since turned to stone, like his armor, and he noticed the probe.
Its not wise to be using any powers on me, he grumbled, Especially not just to put emphasis on your voice.
I came to discuss your unfortunate behavior in Pocket D, the woman continued, her voice echoing through the room, It is quite unbecoming a hero
I asked you a question, lady A question you havent answered. And if Freedom Corps has a problem with my behavior, they can put me up for review again. I can assure you, next time, I wont be as well behaved as after the Cube incident.
Randall, this is hardly meant to be official In fact, Im here to ask you why you behave as you do. You storm through your days, thrashing Council cells, Malta agents and whatever else has the misfortune of crossing your path. Then you hit a bar and get yourself so drunk, you barley know where you are half the time.
I know it wasnt in my nature to trash that bathroom, he gestured behind her, So Im gonna figure you got something to do with that
Its easier to travel lay lines, she sighed, and in your inebriated state, you were easier to influence. I read your dossier, and knew youd occupy the damaged apartment once finished. I didnt want to disturb this building more than necessary.
You still havent told me your name.
And I dont intend to, she glared sternly at him, I have other heroes I counsel, and as far as Im concerned, this is pro bono work. Normally, I assign a thug like you to one of my subordinates and call it a night. But youre a Security level 50, and I need to make concessions.
I see, Randy smirked, I guess that means you dont want a beer, then.
Listen, Grey, I dont have all eternity. If I have to, Ill delve your mind, and I can assure you, you lack the power to resist me. I need to know why youre like this so we can begin your therapy
Randy leapt up, his face contorted in rage, You're gonna threaten me!? Get the Hell out! Thanks to you, I got more work than I need right now, and a sore temptation to demonstrate what happened to the last thing to [censored] me off on you! Trust me, I dont need another hole in the wall! Get the [censored] out, now!
He stomped over and was about to grab the offending hero by the ankles to dangle her out the window, but she faded away and disappeared before he got a hold of her. A scent of lilac floated through the air and he caught his eyes misting as the smell reminded his lost wife again
"Damn..." he choked.
So thats it the womans voice echoed on the wind, I guess I can see why you are the way you are. Farewell, Mr. Grey. I will see what I can do to help ease your pain in more productive ways.
You stay the Hell out of my life, he roared out the window after her, You hear me!? You stay the [censored] out of my life! -
Any of my characters would probably work well with your ideas. I try to keep some light-heartedness mixed in with the seriousness as well. You have permission to use some of mine if you'd like.
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I've been having intermittent lag issues. The game plays fine for a few seconds, then stops nearly still. If I'm with a team, it's worse and I get the dreaded mapserver message until the fight is over.
What's bothersome is that I KNOW my machine can handle the game, otherwise I wouldn't have those smooth moments. And I don't just mean running smooth, standing still smooth, I mean full on power blasting, making a dent in the game then I'm suddenly hip-deep in molasses. Heck, I can even NOT be engaging in superhero work and the game starts to crawl. Also, I get this performance regardless of the graphics setting, from minimal to recommended (I just don't need top quality, so I don't try it). What's going on? -
Thanks for the help, Doc
Doctor Stein dropped a couple boxes full of papers on the coffee table in front of Cedric and his large robotic companion. When she looked askance at the big machine, Cedric gave Ryat99 a pat on the leg.
Sheldon said 99 here has the processors to help with this. Apparently, this big burly tank has a penchant for books.
Are you the messiah? Ryat99s deep voice suddenly burst from the scoops on the sides of his head, Is this the line to Reno?
Cedric stared at the machine for a few seconds before explaining, Hes Hes got a few bugs in his system
I kind of have to cycle through unusual phrases every so often, the robot said in its deep, neutral tone of voice, My creator is still trying to figure it out Are you the Messiah? is always the first, and Is this the line to Reno? usually follows. I never know I said them Did Did I say those phrases?
Cedric nodded with a sheepish grin.
Oh, good Im ready to work, then, it rested its three-clawed hands on its knees.
Oh . Kay Doc Delilah popped the top off one of the boxes and pulled out a bound sheaf of papers, Well, heres the first of our employment records
Again, Cedric groaned as he pulled out another sheaf, Thanks. Thisll really help
I didnt realize this was the reason for your interest in helping me Stein replied, If Id known you were looking for your mom, Id have helped
Well Its a long story Cedric scratched the back of his head and started rifling through the lists of names, Construction Construction Security Other Other Lots of Other here.
Freedom Corps and Longbow, Stein replied, Ryat Isnt that too much?
The android had four sheafs in its hands and was opening the first.
Oh no, it replied, Im going to rifle through these at max-processor speed instead of realtime. Its a bit disconcerting to first-time viewers But itll make our time here go by much quicker.
Oh, well, then, speed-read away, Stein popped open her sheaf and started reading, Whats the name again?
Charlene Grey Cedric replied, Maybe Daring. Specialized in zooarchaeology
Animal bones? Doc Delilah raised an eyebrow, Not gonna find much of those in supergroup bases
Well, she had the skills for plenty of other archaeological work She did digs for Fort Drum back home, one in New York City
Why do you always say the city? Im sure people know what you mean?
Im from northern New York, Cedric leaned back, a half grin on his face, Most people forget the rest of us exist. I went through my military career having to remind people I wasnt from that burg, and sometimes people wouldnt give me the chance
I see
I developed a habit of telling people Northern New York when asked where I was from
Uh-huh
Next! Ryat99 suddenly burst out as he tossed the fourth sheaf perfectly upside down onto a neat stack sitting next to him and proceeded to dig out another stack of four sheafs.
Anything yet, 99? Cedric asked, a subtle note of hope tinging his voice.
No, sir, the large android replied, But were nowhere near done yet
Right
They got back to reading, Ryat99 devouring lists in minutes while Cedric and Doctor Stein looked on in stunned silence. The pages just buzzed as Ryat99 seemed to just look at them.
Its like being in an Ayn Race book, Delilah chuckled.
Ryat99 finished off his box and unceremoniously dove into the other box. Cedric decided he may as well toss his book into the box and let the robot have a go at it. Delilah did the same and the two continued talking.
So, what got you into hero work? Delilah asked the younger tanker.
Well, I was a Marine during the Rikti War, and I realized that I had a penchant for going into crazy fights and coming out mostly unhurt. After a couple years of downtime, I decided I may as well help out my dad here in the city I pretty much stumbled onto the axe I was using and thats been my shtick ever since.
Hm. So What about your mother?
Well Cedric glanced over at the robot, I thought she was dead The Rikti werent kind to my hometown
I see
Well, Rou Roland let me know about his suspicions, and now, here I am
Its okay, Delilah patted his knee, Everybody buries themselves in something to take away the hurt Youre lucky. You might be able to have a second chance
Cedric nodded and bit his lip.
Found her! Ryat99 suddenly burst out, I missed it in a previous list Charlene Daring-Grey, digger, cataloguer, cartographer. She hasnt reported into work for two weeks, however. Let me check
Oh my God, Cedric breathed, 99, I could kiss you if I felt that way about machines. Aw, Hell with it
Cedric leapt up and hugged the burly droid. The machine reciprocated with a light squeeze of one arm.
Here we go, Ryat99 muttered, Missing Persons report filed two Fridays ago Charlene-Daring Grey, last seen in Steel Canyon near the Baumton entrance. While advised not to enter, she apparently had clearance Hero clearance?
Hero clearance? Cedric looked to Doc Delilah, My Mom didnt have super powers
Better look into it, then, Delilah shrugged, But it sounds like youve got your mission.
Cedric activated his communicator and dialed his brothers number.
Roland! Tell me youve got level 11 security clearance! Uh-huh Uh-huh Okay, shut up a sec Youre right, man! Ryat99 and I got a positive lead
Hey! the droid quipped, oddly still in a neutral tone.
Okay, 99 did everything, but still! You were right man! We gotta get to Boomtown and fast! I dont know what Moms up to, but thats the last place she was seen! Hop to, man! Kay, Ill see you at the Yellow Line!
He turned off the communicator, grabbed his axe then turned to Doctor Stein.
Doc, he gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, Thank you, thank you, thank you, I couldnt have done this without your help!
Cedric, her eyes narrowed, playfully, but still narrow, youre touching me. Let go of my shoulders.
Right, jetpack Cedric chuckled, Still I owe you a favor, so how about dinner?
No.
Lunch?
Not happenin.
Okay, fine. Ryat99 will help you clear out five more sites.
Hey! the droid stood up and turned its faceplate to Cedric, Thats not right!
Sorry man, but youre all Ive got!
Cedric, youll help me clear some sites. And theyre not dates. Ive got almost every male hero in the city hitting on me, not to mention that moron Castillo You know hes out of the Zig again?
Wow, just wow Cedric groaned, How many times does that happen?
Criminals get out for good behavior so often, now Delilah grumbled, Look, youre cute, Ced, but I just cant Youre like a co-worker to me, alright. Now, look, youve got work to do, and you better get to it.
Yeah Cedric drew his axe and headed for the balcony door, 99! Give Sheldon a report on our progress Let them know Im snaggin my brother and goin into Boomtown to find out whats going on.
Right boss. The droid replied, Am I still attached to that assignment of five sites?
Sure, why not, Cedric shrugged, Its good PR for the SG.
Alright, the droid stood, Doctor, it was a pleasure working with you again.
Same to you, big guy, She stood and started pushing him toward Cedric, Now, get out of my apartment.
Alright the droid replied placidly as he kicked on the wheels in his feet to make for easier rolling.
Cedric, however, gave an audible yelp as he was forcefully launched out the door by the mass of Ryat99s chassis. He then dusted himself off, bowed, and threw his axe into the distance. A chain trailed behind it, extending from the wristguard he wore on that particular uniform, and he suddenly leapt from the balcony and into the wild blue yonder. Ryat99 gave her a salute and simply flew away, tiny thrusters on his back allowing him a calm hover before he kicked on an afterburner that sent him rocketing into the horizon.
Look out after them, she watched as Cedric smacked into the side of another building and fell among some Lost. Ryat99 was long gone, but that didnt matter much as the eldest grey sibling was quite capable at this point in his hero career to handle the homeless mutants. She shook her head as he comically and frantically fought them off, then threw his axe again and headed north.
What a goon she chuckled to herself as he disappeared into the tunnel in the war wall, I hope he succeeds, though, he definitely still needs his mom. -
Thanks, Roland, the red-armored tanker hollered through her thick faceplate.
Yeah, man, you rocked! the teams ice blaster cheered.
Sorry I cant stick around anymore, the pudgy defender they were talking to replied, Im just exhausted
Yeah, were probably gonna call it a night, too, the tanker stretched her arms and looked to the setting sun, Hopefully, well all get together again.
Roland nodded and started sauntering off, his hunting bow crooked over his shoulder. He had been in the city for a little over a month, now, and hed already picked up on a lot of the nuances of hero-work. He also knew he wouldnt really be seeing that team again.
It wasnt that they were bad In fact, they were one of the best teams hed met so far. However, he knew that in the coming days and weeks, they were likely to find other things to do with their lives. Sometimes, the life of an accountant, lawyer, or even garbage truck driver has a preferable risk-to-reward ratio than the life of a hero.
Roland sighed.
This is such a stupid job
A Council soldier, one of the Nebula unit, hopped over a fence, panic evident on his face. Roland flipped his bow down to his hand, drew a flashbang arrow and let fly. The audible thunk the soldier made as he ran blindly into a wall brought a smile to the young heros face and he continued on his way.
Hey, no kill-steals! he heard somebody yell behind him, but he was already rounding the corner to his apartment.
There are some perks, Ill admit, he told himself as he got into the elevator, I mean, I cant just go and shoot every random scumbag back home
The apartment Freedom Corps assigned him was nice. There werent many frills, and he only got basic cable, but he also got internet access, a free fridge, free stove and oven, and a washer and a dryer.
He threw his uniform, an oldie-but-goodie sweatshirt, a pair of camouflage pants, and his socks, in the washer and threw on some civvies, which happened to be a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He then set about making himself some hot chocolate. He was a gourmand of sorts, and preferred to make his own coco, so the process for him was a tad longer than it was for others.
Chocolate, milk, sugar he ran through the ingredients, measured them out, and put them into a coffee pot. As he was setting the stove, there was a knock at the door.
Sonova, he cursed as he shut off the stove altogether, Im coming, Im coming, hold your horses
He opened the door and was greeted by his brothers chiseled chest. He shook his head stoically.
Id say this hero craps gone to your head, and that youve forgotten even how to wear clothes, but that would imply you knew the skill in the first place.
Its good to see you, too, brother, Cedric laughed, Well!? You gonna invite me in?
I thought that was implied, Roland walked back into the living room and righted some throw pillows on his couch, Sit back, relax, tell me whats up.
Well, Dads running a super group, if you can believe that. Hes not too keen on advertising, though, so were still pretty small
Uh-huh Roland called from the kitchen, That a not-so-subtle request for me to join?
If you would, thatd be great, man.
Cool, send the code to my comm, Ill accept.
Cedric hit a few buttons on his communicator and his younger brothers started to beep, Nesters in charge of Greys Armys presence in New Overbrook, the Faultline
I know what New Overbrook is.
Cool, cool. So, I guess that sorta brings me to why were here Or rather, why youre here and what Im asking about.
Mom. Roland Grey stood at the entrance to his kitchen, arms folded over his chest.
Round Roland Shes dead
The younger brother shook his head and went back into the kitchen. Cedric followed.
She got abducted, man! The Rikti were everywhere! They tore through our town like piranha in a meat tank! Lots of folks lost family to that attack, man! It was a miracle that we survived, and now youre here, talking nonsense and driving yourself bat-[censored] crazy! And the sick thing is, if she aint dead, shes one of the Lost, or a Rikti!
Roland hit the button on his communicator to accept Cedrics offer to join Greys Army and started cycling through options, I was able to get a favor from one of the operators here in the city
Really, at a sub-ten security level? Cedric scratched his temple, Thats odd What kind of favor?
A recording, Roland hit a button and let the communicator play, Listen
The communicator also had a handy visual aid for people who couldnt understand what was being said. It was currently playing in English
*ring*click*
Roland Grey: Hello?
Unregistered Female Voice: Roland?
Roland Grey: Who is this?
Unregistered Female Voice: Roland, is your father there?
Roland Grey:
Unregistered Female Voice: Roland? Put your father on the phone
Roland Grey: M Mom?
Unregistered Female Voice: Sounds of fighting. Oh no! Roland, tell Randy to get to Paragon City! Tell him to look in Boomtown! Hell know what to do when he gets here!
Roland Grey: Mom! Ma! Wait!
-End Communication-
Roland turned off his communicator, his eyes were slightly moist from tears. Cedric was pale and wide-eyed with shock.
No [censored] way! he spat, That that couldnt have been Ma
I already played this for Snuffy She wasnt too happy. I havent heard from her in a week.
Jebus Cripes man! Cedric shouted and tore into Rolands living room, Of course you havent! What the Hell is wrong with you! We had accepted Ma was dead! Sure, Dads drinking harder than ever, Sarah goes clubbing and dances away her hurt And I well, I do admit I get a little extra thrill every time I cut down another bad guy, because thats bringing me one bad guy closer to security level thirty, and thats when I start getting some payback for what those Rikti bastards did to us!
I didnt come here to argue about your loss of faith, Cedric, Roland growled, at times he could be frighteningly similar to their father, I came to get Mom back, take her home, and put this whole ordeal behind us!
Roland! There's no bringing Ma back! That was not Mom! Cedric kicked over Rounds coffee table for emphasis, Stop deluding yourself!
I was the first one to accept Mom was gone! Roland roared back and thrust his face into Cedrics, I am NOT deluding myself! Who else could it have been? Who knows dad has kids? Who knows how to get in contact with us, with me?
Its best not to ask questions like that, a high-toned voice answered.
The brothers looked to the apartment door and saw two Kip Durjes flanking a pale-faced Sarah Grey. Her lower lip was quivering.
Who the Hell are you? Cedric barked at the Malta-dressed Kip.
Cobalt Black he made to say more, then thought better of it, Screw the numbers, just call me Cobalt Black instead of Kip.
Hes my Praetorian. The original Kip explained, Freedom Corps and Longbow picked him up on some secret facility somewhere and decided to dump him on me until they can figure out a way to send him home
Its been rocky, the new Kip muttered, Ive been attacked more than once by heroes thinking Im a Malta Group Gunslinger, and a couple Malta Group operatives have come after me thinking Im a rogue agent God, I hate them so much
Who the Hell are the Malta Group? Cedric asked, clearly dumbfounded.
Theyre probably the reason Rolands here, Kip explained, and why I brought Mirror Mirror, here, over. Look, all I can say is that the phone call you heard, Round, may have been part of an elaborate plot to get to your father.
No Rolands legs almost collapsed under him, It just cant be
Cedric gripped his brothers shoulder, Its okay
Sarah, weeping suddenly, jumped to her brothers and hugged them.
I I had to tell somebody Kips always been there for me
I understand, Roland hugged his little sister, Its okay
So until we can be sure this isnt a Malta Group plot, Cobalt Black started scoping the windows, Im going to have to live with you, Roland Grey. Itll be nice, I guess, to meet the better half
Whaddaya mean? Cedric intoned as he guided his sister to the couch.
Well, Cobalt drew the curtains shut and turned to the siblings, Back home, youre dead, shes one of Mother Mayhems students, and I dont even know what happened to your twin, Roland.
Yeah, I knew about mine, Cedric laughed, I was using his axe a couple weeks back. He was trying to take over my body!
Huh, we were wondering what happened to that axe, Cobalt Black sat down on one of the chairs, We thought we couldve used it against Diabolique or something It was rumored the axe was called Soul Killer, and could, well, devour souls
Well, it definitely drank his Cedric shrugged.
The theory we have is Battle Maiden did him in with his own weapon in a duel Cedric the Gray may have been trying to claim her as his bride..."
That aint cool
Was the weapon draining souls as you used it? Cobalt looked hopeful.
Nah, just granting him a conduit from which he could try to take me over.
Damn.
Roland threw the coffee table right-side up again, then slammed his palms down on it.
Can we please get back to the matter at hand!?
What? Kip asked, Oh, hey Roland, I think your hot chocolates burning
God dammit! Roland ran into the kitchen, a smoke alarm blaring just as he got to the stove, Ooh, this is shaping up to be a wonderful evening
They waited for a few miserable minutes until Roland came back, grumbling to himself. After a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence, he finally pointed at Cedric.
You! I dont care what you think, Im looking for Mom! Roland turned to his sister, You! I told you about my reasons for being here because I thought youd want to help! I didnt expect you to get all shaken up and start blubbering to this guy he jerked his thumb to Kip, Which brings me to you Even if this Malta Group has a beef with Dad, I doubt theyd have the capability, or even the need to finagle a scheme to drag his last estranged child into the city in some half-baked ploy to draw him out! If they want him so bad, they can crash the nearest bar and Ill bet hed be there! Not to mention theyd have a Helluvatime trying to mimic Moms voice! Now, youre not unloading youre little twin off on me, and screw you for trying to seed doubt into my mission!
Kip regarded him for a few seconds then nodded. His lips were pressed into a grim line. Cobalt Black stood and started heading for the door.
Told ya he wouldnt go for it.
This isnt a joke, Kip and Roland said at the same time.
I know, Cobalt Black agreed, And you know what, he has a good point about these Malta Goons. Theres plenty of easier things they can do to deal with your groups boss. And you know something, I havent even known this guy as long as the rest of you and Ive got a good feeling hes on to something big. He strikes me as one of those people where if he talks, you should listen. Now, Kip, Im going home. Cedric, Sarah, Roland, it was good meeting all of you. I hope you find Mrs. Grey, and I hope shes alright. If I had even an inkling that my parents were alive back home, Id move heaven and earth to find them
The group just sat quietly in the apartment, staring at the floor.
Okay, Cobalt, Kip broke the silence, Im gonna go raid some Nemesis bases Ive got some leads on Ill see you later, man.
When the Durj twins left, the Greys were left alone. They sat quietly, Roland sitting glumly on his coffee table, Cedric hugging Sarah on the couch.
Okay, she finally squeaked, Ill help you look.
I will, too, Cedric choked out, *cough* I got something in my throat I think I know where we can start looking
If its Boomtown, dont bother, Roland leaned back, craning his head up to the ceiling, I already checked there and its way too much for a person of my skills and security level
I meant the Faultline, Cedric replied, Mom was a zooarchaeologist, right? Chances are shed head out there to for a job if she was in the city. I know theyre hurtin for people in her line of work to help with the excavations. Ill talk to Doc Delilah tomorrow
Maybe get one of the Ryats to keep an eye out for Mom, Snuffy chirped, her eyes glittering with hope.
And maybe I can round up some more heroes and scour Boomtown some more, Roland shrugged.
No, brother, Cedric got up and started making for the door, Ive been through there a few times. Wait for me, and Ill take you up there myself. For now, just work on your skills, get some more trick arrows, and keep making the Paragon Police happy. Trust me, man, the contacts you make in this city are what get you the best rewards
I probably wont be here long enough to need that Roland muttered, Well, okay Ill do it.
Alright, Cedric turned to his siblings one final time, Im heading out. Snuffy? You headin out, too?
Maybe later, she replied.
Okay, Cedric opened the door, walked out, and before shutting it, popped his head back in, Later man, later. And Round?
Yeah bro?
Im sorry.
Dont mention it, Roland waved his brother off as the door closed, then he turned to his little sister, So, whats up?
Well Sarah looked to the kitchen, I was thinking it would be a shame to leave here without having a cup of your hot coco
Roland Grey smiled.
Good idea, sis. Lets have some hot chocolate -
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A ghost-killing gun...
How does that affect an android?
Especially since we've determined she's not actually Selene, but an android built to look like her.
Man, it makes me wish I knew you guys before this...
You wouldn't want my characters there, though...
They'd be sitting back and eating popcorn, maybe cheering Solid on to end some lives... -
Excellent the Arachnos Webmaster hissed through his translucent helmet, Soon, we shall have another working portal for Lord Recluse to take advantage of
The Portal Corporation scientists shuddered under the watchful eyes of the Arachnos troops that held them hostage. The experiment was a risky one, and they knew working in such close proximity to the Rogue Isles made them prime targets, but they had hopes that the Longbow troops and their personal security corps would be enough to fend off any random incursions. Unfortunately, Arachnos had taken a keen interest in their current experiment. Lord Recluse had sent a few supervillains along with a contingent of heavily armed and armored troops, and they had wiped out the defenses of the derelict oil derrick in just under half an hour.
The troops werent dead, just unconscious. One of the villains had a distaste for death apparently, she had seen the other side and was violently opposed to killing. So, now all the Longbow and security forces were bound and gagged in one of the derricks lower rooms. The supervillains left the base to the Arachnos troops, who were now in the process of forcing the Portal Corp scientists to continue the experiment.
Praetorian Earth, you call it? the Webmaster rubbed the center of his torso armor, the mechanical legs twitching excitedly, A mirror universe where everything is the opposite of here? How droll
Its not exactly the opposite the lead scientist protested, Its a skewed version of our world. If ours is the prime, most optimal result, then the various other universes are ectypes to us Most of them are exceptionally similar to ours, but have subtle differences
Yeah, yeah, the Webmaster waved the scientist off, I saw that T.V. show on the science fiction channel. I got the gist of the theory
So you understand the basic concept the scientist brought up an image on a monitor, And heres what weve found so far A Council Earth, several Nemesis Earths Even Rikti Earth
You found the bastards? the Webmaster leaned in close to the monitor, Granted, Doctor, I know were on opposite sides of the spectrum here, but, uh if you gave me the notes on how to get there, I could get them to the proper people in Arachnos and we could start dishing out some payback on the Riktis home field I lost friends and family in that war, too, you know
The scientist backed away, shock clearly evident on his face. The Webmaster regarded him, the eight blinking red lights turning toward the older man.
Realizing youre being a bit free with your information?
Uh ahem well
Relax, doctor, the Webmaster straightened to his full eight-foot height again, Its better that you tell me what you can now. I dont want to have to torture you or your colleagues for what Arachnos wants to know. And, unlike those spineless Chosen, weve got no qualms about whether or not you die.
I-I I understand, the scientist stammered.
Now, please Praetorian Earth
Ah, yes the scientist punched a few buttons on the computer and an image of a desolated city appeared on the screen, Praetorian Earth.
Woah Council Earth wasnt that bad
Yes. In Praetorian Earth, we believe an optimum society was devastated when Tyrant and his alliance of supervillains conquered and pillaged their world, Upsilon Beta 9-6. They then started expanding outward, and worked to conquer many more worlds. There are several thousand dead Earths now as a result and the heroes and villains they gained form those worlds have been either killed or added to the ranks of the Praetorians. One world that isnt dead is War Earth, the home of Battle Maiden
Ive heard of her, Valkyries analogue, right?
Yes and her world is practically used as a training ground for the Praetorian forces that arent monstrous radioactive Clockwork
The Webmaster crossed his arms over his chest and glowered down at the scientist. The silence of their conversation was filled with the sounds of the other scientists working and the hum of the portal-gate machinery as energy was routed through it. He glanced up at the small orb of light that floated in the center of the ring.
So If Im getting this right, youre trying to see if theres any other groups in Praetorian Earth
Well, the thing is, weve run into an analogue of a villain group called the Carnival of Light
Those circus performers? the Webmaster was incredulous, Good gawd! And I thought the C.o.S. were annoying Theyre do-gooders in Praetoria?
Well, yes
So its a world that is exactly the opposite of this one the Webmaster paused a moment, Well, except for landmass, right?
Right, which was why we wanted to conduct this experiment here
You wanted to see if there was a Praetorian version of Arachnos, the Webmaster started chuckling, Thats funny. I cant imagine what kinds of crackpot theories you boys at Portal Corp had in mind, but I can guarantee you the Arachnos of that world wont be able to hold a candle to the Arachnos of this world. Go ahead, power up the machine and show me whats on the other side.
So the scientists kept working. It took them a few hours and a Longbow supply helicopter was shot down. The Webmaster decided hed best patrol outside so any further attacks could be dealt with quickly. While he was outside, the portal was eventually made ready.
Well? a Wolf Spider Huntsman gripped his shotgun threateningly as he growled at the scientists, If youre ready, fire it up! Lets see our cousins on the other side
Are you sure? a tech near the front asked nervously, his voice cracking audibly, I mean, anybody with half a mind knows that is a notoriously bad idea
A shotgun blast into the ceiling was their answer and the scientists, after a shocked pause, got to work activating the portal.
Sir? the Huntsman asked into his radio, Oh no. The scientists are done, they started getting uppity, so I put the fear of God into em. Mm-hm. Theyre starting the portal now
The rings spun faster and faster, electricity arcing off and getting absorbed into rubber padding on the floor, walls, and ceiling. The glowing orb rotated and strobed every so often. The room started shaking, as if gravity from some unknown source were exerting its force on the derrick, and some of the troops fingered their weapons nervously. The Huntsman, however, stared into the orb in the center of the rings. He raised his shotgun and pointed it at the breach.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light. The troops werent blinded, but they missed the figure that dove out of the portal and rolled into the center of the room. By the time they realized something was up, it was too late.
The Huntsmans shotgun clattered to the floor, followed shortly by its owner. Blood trickled out of a wound in his right shoulder, and he was fumbling with his left hand through his armor to try to staunch the flow. The other troops, stunned, slowly realized there was a newcomer in their midst.
He wore a cowboy hat, sunglasses, face mask, and a backpack with ammunition pouches mounted to the straps. A rifle was slung over his shoulder, muzzle down and with the strap attached so it would normally have gone across his back if the backpack werent there. His outfit was the familiar dark-blue military outfit favored by the members of Prime Earths Malta Group, and he had two semi-automatic appearing pistols drawn, crossed in front of him, and aimed at the two next Arachnos troops from the huntsman.
No way one of the troops gasped.
The Gunslinger fired, his pistols, turning out to be fully automatic, and bursts of fire unleashed volleys of death-dealing lead that shattered through the Arachnos troopers armor and left them broken and crumpled against the walls. The Gunslinger dove, ducked, and dodged his way through the room, using the various pillars, desks, chairs and consoles for cover. Not a single Arachnos round found home and the soldiers were eradicated in less than a minute.
The Gunslinger wasted no time. As the boot-on-steel sound of reinforcements started getting louder, the uniformed warrior pulled some cords on his straps and the backpack fell from the harness. He unzipped the main pouch and withdrew a couple stunted metal cylindrical objects. With these, he pressed buttons on their tops and tossed at the corners of the door. The cylinders popped open and miniature chainguns popped up. They werent like the hero-style chainguns, or even the Malta ones, they just had one revolving set of barrels apiece and half the ammunition.
However, they fulfilled their purpose as the reinforcements arrived and were mowed down by laser-guided metal death
The Gunslinger, in this time, had reloaded his pistols, but then holstered them in favor of his rifle. He went to the windows and started sniping any and all troopers he saw patrolling the rest of the derrick. When the remaining twelve Arachnos troops organized a charge against this intruder, he switched to full-auto and again mowed down the troops before they could effectively harm him.
Pathetic, a high-toned voice snapped from behind the mask as the Gunslinger reslung his rifle across his back, then he turned to the nearest scientist, You! Whats going on here?
Uh
RAAAAAAAAAAH! the Webmaster started charging down the hall toward the portal room. The ends of his spider legs started glowing a dangerous shade of red.
Oh, goodie-gumdrops, the soldier hissed, This tall drink of water thinks hes intimidating me, huh?
The Gunslinger pressed some buttons on a band on his wrist and disappeared. The Webmasters weaponry fired, and red streams of plasma energy flew across the room, making contact not with their target, but with the portal device, sending the ring flying from its moorings and the rest of the apparatus was destroyed instantly. Whatever wasnt vaporized instantly bored into the surrounding walls and furniture. Behind the Webmaster, there was a click.
Im not impressed. The Gunslinger intoned as he pulled the trigger and squeezed until the clip was dry.
The armor piercing ammunition tore through the Webmasters suit and destroyed the control mechanisms to the spider legs. As they started to flail about wildly, the Gunslinger gave a vicious kick to the larger mans back and sent him hurtling through the room. As the Webmaster rolled over, the scientists and the Gunslinger could see several pieces of the portal machinery had also smashed through the black armor of the Arachnos operations commander. The damage took its toll, and with oil, coolant, fuel, and even some blood leaking out of the suit, the bladed weaponized legs quivered to a stop, a threat to no one anymore.
Ugh he choked out, This went south real fast
Oh yes, the Gunslinger walked toward the broken man, You and your men, youve made a grievous error. You especially, little man. Now, how the Hell am I supposed to get home, huh?
He gave the Webmasters helmet a kick.
Good thing you aint dead yet Im gonna be bored, and Ill need something to entertain me
Wait! the head scientist yelled.
The Gunslinger aimed his loaded pistol at the older man and glared at him through his dark shades, Shut the frack up, old man! This is as much your fault as his! Ill deal with this situation how I want!
But theres more to this than you know! the scientist pushed, Theres more to this world than just this brutish thug Please, you have to listen to me
Why for?
The sound of a helicopter approaching answered him.
Its like a scumbag yardsale the Gunslinger spat as he moved to a window that overlooked the landing pad, What the Hell?
He was surprised by the red-and-white paintjob on the helicopter. After it landed and Longbows soldiers, in their starkly different-from-Arachnos uniforms, started hopping out of the back, the Gunslinger lowered his weapon.
Ill admit, Im not too bright, he said as he walked up to the head scientist, But I know contested territory when I see it. I want you to tell me, whore the good guys, and which one do you work for?
Theyre the good-guys, the scientist replied, and he pointed out the window, relief entering his face, and we work with them. We had breached your world at the behest of both sides, but I can assure you, our, and Longbows, intent was purely benevolent. These Arachnos soldiers wanted to see what kinds of threats were on your end
I guess its a safe bet they werent prepared, the Gunslingers high-toned voice sounded humorous, Okay, Ill calm down
The Longbow troops entered the room and their Warden, a psychic, scanned everyone. When her attention came to the Malta Group seeming soldier leaning against the wall, unloading his weapons and popping ammunition out of his clips and magazines, she started.
Who the Hell are you?
Me? the Gunslinger intoned, Im Cobalt Black 3-8-9. Elite Agent of the Maltese Resistance. My birth name is Kipland Durj. -
You dont feel any anger at my being assigned command of this op, do you Ced?
Nester and Cedric were looking over one of the many cliff-faces of the region of the city known as the Faultline. It had changed, seemingly overnight, into a massive construction project. All around the two of them, city planners, contractors, police and even citizens reclaiming old buildings that still stood and required little to no maintenance.
Behind them, they could hear Ryat66 and Ryat99, Sheldon Wallaces only two combat androids out of his entire Ryat series, mopping up a set of Lost. Matt and Sarah were busy getting a quick lunch from the doughnut shop for the whole crew.
Nah, man, Cedric tossed a stone over the side of the cliff, I got no beef with ya over the assignment. Dad explained it to me over the phone. Youve been here longer, and youre better at plans and strategies
I dont know about that Nester straightened his hat nervously, I mean Its not like Im used to people listening to me give orders
Regardless, Cedric stood up and turned to his younger friend, You fit the billet. Im more of a point me where to go and Ill start swingin, type of hero. You actually have to use that noggin of yours to do your job.
Okay
Hey guys! Snuffy Grey showed up with a plain white box in her hands, Good news! They had cream filled doughnuts!
Matt followed behind her, munching on a bearclaw stuck in his mouth, a drink carrier in his right hand, his katana in the other. His eyes were narrowed as if he were amused.
What happened? Cedric asked his high school friend.
Oh, nothing important, Matt plucked the doughnut from his mouth with his free hand after setting down the drinks, I just made an idle joke that Snuffy shouldnt bulk up on so many éclairs. Her boyfriend might not like all that junk in the trunk
Ooh, Nester chuckled, Youre lucky you just ended up with a bearclaw in your mouth.
Matt made to say something, but the words were lost when he suddenly started floating in the air. He looked quizzically to his friends, then noticed the mischievous smirk on the small girls face.
Uh-oh was all Mad Matt McGinty could get out before he went hurtling over the side of the cliff.
Theres Theres water down there, right? Sarah asked after the fact.
Yeah, hell be fine, Cedric waved off her concern and popped open the doughnut box, Hes got one of those jump jet packs, right?
He better, Nester looked over the ledge, Yep, water. Brown, but water nonetheless. I can see the splash he made. Ope! Here he comes
The sound of a jump jet straining to do a job it was never meant to do was heard a few minutes later, followed by a curse and the screaming of Mad Matt as he fell yet again. Nester looked over the edge to see he had landed in the water again.
Man, hes just down on his luck today, Ryat99 intoned.
Thats what happens when you tick me off, Sarah laughed at the big machine, Theres just some topics I dont take lightly to.
And well you shouldnt, Nester arched an eyebrow at her, Its just I think you overreacted slightly
You want some of this!? Snuffy put her fingers to her temples and smirked mockingly at Nester.
Nester started floating in the air in response, a light smirk evident on his face as well. Sarah just pouted.
Aw, youre no fun
Gasping was heard and they turned to see a wet and muddy McGinty storming toward them.
That was a horrible thing to do, Matt barked at the smaller girl who was backing away, not so much because she was afraid, but because she didnt want mud on her, But the jump jet, I dont blame you for that one. That was my mistake
Nester hit Matt with some nanites and microbes, restoring any injuries the scrapper may have suffered, then turned his attention back to his doughnut.
Thanks, Matt grimaced, Aw the ants got my bearclaw
He snagged a new pastry from the box and the crew started hammering out a plan for Overbrook.
Dad, Ced and I will work with Doc Delilah and Longbow, Nester started, Theres a lot of trouble brewin over in the dig sites and the other side of the dam, and were pretty much the only ones equipped to deal with it right now. Snuffy, Im putting you in charge of the stuff here in Overbrook, the residential areas
Sarah almost choked on her doughnut, But that puts me in command of two robots and this moron!
Matt simply nodded.
Why isnt Sheldon out here like he should be?
He convinced your dad hes better off being tech man, Nester swigged back his soda before continuing, Dont worry, though. Ill make sure he gets some work done here. And when he does, hes still under your command. His skirting out of this cinched the decision between the two of you on who should be in charge up here.
Oh Sarah nibbled a little on an éclair, Okay.
Youll be working with Jim Temblor and Penelope Yin. You might like Yin, shes a psychic, like you.
Dont go making assumptions about personal preferences just because of our powers, Sarah Grey warned, Joe doesnt have any powers, but I like him all the same.
Yeah, but you think hes cute, Cedric laughed, I bet youll think Penny is nice. Ive met her a couple times, shes pretty cool.
Mkay, Sarah shrugged, If you think shes cool, Im willing to give it a go.
I hear she has clockwork protecting her, Ryat99 interjected, Wouldnt the King be a little perturbed about that?
I dont think so, Ryat66 answered, Old CK thinks hes doing a service for this city He probably took a look at her situation and just figures he should let her keep them.
Nester arched an eyebrow at the two machines, Do Do you two ever feel like the Clockwork King is trying to talk to you? Vandal or Nemesis maybe?
No, Ryat99 replied, I know were made of the parts of those different robots, but the programming is all Mr. Wallace's.
Yeah, Ryat66 concurred, Were autonomous, and act as we do because of our devotion to our friends. In fact, Miss Grey, I would like to say it will be an honor to work for you again.
Oh, thank you, Sixty-six, the blond cutie patted the diminutive android on the head.
Well, weve got our assignments, Cedric finished his drink, We better get crackin, the days a wastin.
Nester nodded and started floating again. Matt drew his blade and started making his way to the nearest group of Lost. Sarah started following him with the two androids flanking her. Nester flew off the cliff and Cedric prepared to make a leap of faith.
Suddenly, his communicator blared.
Mushi-mushi, he said once he got the device to his ear, Oh, hey, man. What? Hang on, youre where? Does Dad know? Wait What? Round! ROUND!
He stared at his again silent communicator, irritation evident on his face. He punched in a few more buttons and held the communicator to his ear again.
Nester!
What? Whatre you doing still on the cliff?
I just got a call from Round!
Really? Hows he doing?
Hes in the city!
What? But I thought he was in Kingdale, running the bar
No, hes here, he said hes looking for Mom.
Nester was silent on the other end.
He thinks shes still alive and shes here!
Cedric I I dont know what to say
Just I
Look, Cedric, you need to talk to Round. I understand. I can probably get snatched up by some other team of heroes and we can go site-sweeping. You get a hold of your brother. Chances are, hes new to the city, so hes probably sticking to Atlas Park or Galaxy City. Find out whats going on, man.
Okay, cool, Cedric started running to the tunnel at the north end of the war wall that led to Skyway City, Thanks, Nest. Ill make it up to ya, I promise.
Good luck, man. -
I cant believe were letting them get away with this
Joe waved in the large truck full of Council troops and another filled with munitions crates. As they lumbered to The Cube in the middle of Talos Island, the barrier flickered for a moment and fell. The troops on the rooftops and in the windows of the commandeered buildings aimed about suspiciously as a couple other troops inspected the gear.
Satisfied, they waved the trucks through and a handful of hostages were released. The police intercepted the citizens and ushered them to a hastily erected care center. Joe sighed as the shield went back up.
I understand how you feel, officer.
Joe rounded angrily on Sheldon Wallace, You know how I feel? You know how I feel!? Screw you, Wallace! Im about two tenths of compressed rage from unleashing all holy Hell on you and the rest of the heroes I come across. Where the Hell were the rest of em when this crap went down, huh!? Where are they now?
Funny you should ask Sheldons face betrayed no emotion, and his sunglasses made it look like he was staring placidly into Joes contorted face, Why dont you take another look at the trucks you just let through
An explosion rocked the center of The Cube and all eyes turned. Behind the munitions truck lay a splintered crate. Standing over the wooden remains was a wild-maned, shirtless, wide-legged pants clad hero wielding a katana.
Matt? Joe asked confusedly.
Beyond the truck was a cloud of smoke, which happened to be the remains of the personnel truck. Pieces of broken mannequins lay sprawled all over the pavement, looming over them the gigantic form of a very aggravated Randall Grey. The munitions truck then erupted and other members of Greys Army leapt onto the scene.
Sarah Joe breathed.
Never couldve gotten through without her, Sheldon intoned as he started walking leisurely toward the barrier, You may want to organize the rest of the police officers to be ready to attack.
Inside the barrier, it was chaos. Half the Council troopers didnt even know they were under attack before it was too late. Cedrics axe, Matts katana, Corys flames, Ryat66s energy bursts, and the fists of Randall and Ryat99 made short work of anybody who so much as attempted to command or organize a feasible defense. Sarah Grey darted for the building the Council was keeping the hostages in and used her psychic prowess to turn aside the assaults of whoever got in her way.
Hello? she shouted over the sounds of gunfire and war, Is anybody here?
AAAAAH! a Nebula trooper rushed her with an assault rifle, but was promptly lifted into the air, slammed against the ceiling, the walls, and finally bounced down the hall.
Ooo She cooed as the soldier moaned about his sudden grievous injuries, I guess I bwoke him
She paused to listen and was oddly rewarded by the terrified sounds of other peoples thoughts. She followed the empathic noise and found a room of people huddled together. One of them rushed forward and hugged her.
Oh, thank goodness, the man shouted, I told them heroes would come. I knew we would be saved.
Yes Sarah narrowed her eyes at the man, They will be. You wont
The mans face suddenly elongated, his teeth growing into massive fangs and his ears pulling back to reveal the vampiri spy for what he was. Unfortunately for the vampire, Snuffy happened to be thinking of a particular pop song from Russia and it just started looping through his head.
AUGH! the vampiri screeched, How can you do this to me! Mein Gott! The music is terrible!
Well, if you dont like my taste in music, Sarah smirked, Then I dont think we can be friends anymore
Outside, the Council troopers were surprised to see the vampire spy hurtling out the window of the room they were keeping the hostages in. They were unable to do anything about it, however, as Randall was on a rampage.
Find the altar, or whatever the relic is, Cory shouted before spitting flames at another nearby rank of troops, If we take it out, the shiel
A few well-placed marksmans rounds pelted him and Cory fell out of the sky. Nester was there in a flash and started streaming a constant wave of healing nanites and microbes into his friends ravaged body. The wizard stood triumphantly and started blasting fire bolts into the crowd of troopers.
I got it! Cedric shouted as he leapt from a ledge, another trooper falling, screaming from where he leapt.
The axe-wielding tanker was making a bee-line for a bizarre pedestal with a black orb sitting in the center of it. The relic seemed to be dead center of The Cube and had green eldritch energy radiating from it.
An explosion knocked Cedric from his feet and sent him reeling into a tree. The hood of the personnel truck went flying through the air shortly afterwards as Randall hurled it at the artillery emplacement down the street. The gunner was knocked out of his seat and clean through the shield into the waiting hands of the Paragon Police.
Lets try this again, Cedric slurred as he unwound himself from the tree branch he was plastered against, I take this axe, and I smash that orb.
He promptly collapsed face-first to the ground as soon as he was out of the tree. Nester was at his side and trying to revive him almost immediately
I dont wanna go to school, Ma! Didnt I already graduate? Mmm Gimme a few more minutes
Get up you over-muscled moron! Nester started lifting the taller hero bodily, I dont like being out here like this, it makes me a-AUGH!
A grenade exploded behind him and sent the two hurtling through the air. Nester gazed back to see the Archon of the local contingent. His armor glowed with red runes and his grenade launcher glowed blue. He wondered at that until he realized how difficult it seemed to move.
An ice grenade? he muttered as he struggled to stand.
Energy cascaded overhead as Ryat66 leapt in to defend the healer and Ryat99 closed in to finish the job. Despite the androids size advantage, the archon proved far more nimble, and was able to deftly avoid each ice-encased swing. It was almost like he was moving faster than humanly possible. Finally, the larger machine, tired of getting kicked, punched, and even shot, just unleashed a cloud of coolant.
Dodge that, the machine said in a deep, seemingly perpetually innocent voice, Im gonna go take a break, now.
The archon struggled to stop Ryat99, but was caught in the face by a blast of incandescent energy, followed shortly by a large chunk of concrete.
Excellent shot, sir, Ryat66 chirped happily to Randall Grey, You knocked him clean off his feet.
I love doing that, Randall barked a laugh and yanked another section of concrete out of the ground, Lets finish this now.
As he threw the stone at the relic, however, the archon stood with a scream and took the blow full in the chest. It wasnt enough to stop the momentum, however, and the two collided with the pedestal, knocking the orb to the ground. It shattered into dust that seemed to scatter almost immediately and there was a tremendous explosion of eldritch power.
The shield dissipated and the heroes took stock of their situation.
Sarah, get the hostages out of here, Randy barked into his communicator.
Wrong one, Dad, Cedric grunted back.
Damn P.O.S. technology, Randy grumbled as he hit another button, Snuffy! Hostages! Move!
No need to yell at me, Sarah replied, Were on our way
Cedric finally stood and stretched out. The Council still had them surrounded, and despite losing their boss, they were likely to just cut Greys Army down without much further ado.
Alright, Cedric drew his axe, Whos next?
Me.
From the center of what used to be The Cube and was now a green-smoke smoldering crater stalked the Council archon who was the source of all their trouble for the day. His armor was broken, his uniform shredded, but his skin pulsed with ugly green light and his fingers extended into vicious, glowing, venom-tipped claws.
Now, Greys Army You face the wrath of Archon Jazt! I will demonstrate my new power on you, then I will go straight to the Center and take control of this whole operation! I will send my troops across this city in a swarm, and nothing will stop us!
He threw his head back to cackle maniacally, but was rudely interrupted by a large golden shield crashing down on his head. The Council soldiers stared, dumbfounded, and were taken by surprise as SWAT officers raided the occupied buildings. Sheldon Wallace zipped up close and started enhancing the speed and boosting the density of his comrades.
Ryat66, Ryat99, youve been performing exceptionally, he communicated to his androids, Now, help the officers escorting the hostages. I am fairly certain theyll need assistance. Its just good insurance.
You got it, boss, Ryat99 replied.
Ryat66 leapt over a building in the direction of the hostage relief center. From the same direction came Kipland Durj.
Whatd I miss? he asked through his black-purple helmet.
Nothing yet, Cedric yawned, Bad guy got super-powered, spouted some cheesy revenge on you all, conquer the world line, and here we are.
Well then, Kip started marching in the direction of Archon Jazt, Lets get this done! Its wings night at the bar!
Randall Grey and Blue Steel were busy knocking Jazt back and forth between them. Unfortunatley, it was tougher than either had expected. Jazts claws snicked out and slashed whenever he got close and his body could take an extraordinary amount of punishment. A blazing bolt of fire lanced out from a nearby rooftop and smashed into the former archon.
Kip, screaming, charged the conflict and smashed his foot into the villains face. He then took a full rake to the chest before leaping up and drop-kicking Jazt in the face. Gasping for breath, he caught the next swipe in his left hand and side-kicked the villain in the throat, nearly popping Jazts limb from its socket.
Grargh! the magic mutant gurgled.
The fighting lasted nearly an hour. Jazts power, though immense, was finite, and he was no match for a team of supers, much less a seasoned champion of Justice like Blue Steel. Jazts energy finally dissipated like his vaunted magical shield and he collapsed to his knees, his broken body unable to support him anymore. Randall Grey placed a tag on his neck, signaling a police drone to come by and zap the poor, beaten man to the Zig.
Good job, Grey, Blue Steel strapped his shield back to his arm, eventally
Im sorry this got so out of hand, Randall powered down his rock armor and turned to the signature hero, I didnt realize they were so far along
Hang on, hang on, Kip tried to interject, This is just as much my fault as anyone elses. I never took into consideration the full scope of what we had been dealing with I thought it was just smash and tag
Regardless, Blue Steel started heading over to the officers who were rounding up the last of the Council troopers, Im going to have to report this to an oversight committee
Oh man Randall shook his head, Ive had some tough experiences with those
Not one like this, Steel intoned, Im sorry, Randall. Youve done good work in service to this city, but events like this hit the blotter
Oh Randalls face didnt betray the fact that he was actually feeling a moment of apprehension for once in his career, That oversight committee.
Ill try to put in a good word for you. You have the benefit that is that right? Okay. Yes. All hostages are accounted for.
Thats a relief.
See you at the hearing.
Blue Steel marched off and Randall took a seat on a set of steps. He was joined by the few members of his super group.
What do we do now, Dad? Cedric breathed.
Ill tell ya what we do, Randall reached into his jackets inner pocket and pulled out a flask, then, between swigs, Nester! I want you to oversee patrols in Overbrook.
Sir?
We may be under investigation, but thats only a few of us, Randall grimaced and handed the flask over to his son, Cedric, youre muscle in Overbrook, got it? Matt, Sheldon, Sarah, and Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum over there are under you two. Zekes advisor.
You really want us involved with Overbrook? Cedric arched his eyebrow at his father, I dont think thatll fly too well
Screw em, Randy pulled himself back up, Now, Im tired, bruised, and feel like I need a hot shower, a good meal, and then a long night of drinking. Kip, Cory and I will deal with the oversight committee.
Yes sir, the two said quietly.
Were in for a rough ride, arent we? Sarah asked worriedly.
Not all of us, Randy assured her, just a couple of us. -
Joe Durnan sat in the briefing room with the rest of the officers on the Hero Project. Today, they were to be getting special assignments from Blue Steel himself. He didnt know quite how to feel about that, but he understood it was something of an honor.
So, Durnan, Sergeant Smythe turned around in his chair to face him, I saw your girlfriend bring you lunch yesterday. Shes a hot little one. Howd an ugly punk like you score a chick like that?
Shut it, Smythe, Sergeant Jones, who was sitting next to Joe, leaned forward to make sure Smythe wouldnt act like he hadnt heard, Leave the rookie alone. Its not his fault you havent been able to score in a year.
Was I talking to you? Sergeant Smythes eyes started to glow a dangerous shade of red, Dont make me remind you what I can do
You and I both know you cant be using that psycho-shat on fellow officers or heroes, Sergeant Jones leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.
A triumphant smile creased his dark face.
Did I touch a nerve?
Sergeant Smythe turned back around in his seat and started grumbling to himself.
Uh, thanks, Sarge Joe said sheepishly to Sergeant Jones, I.. Im a little out of my element here
Youre doin fine, Jones clapped Durnan on his back, You may not have any powers, but youre a Helluva shot, and I hear youve busted quite a few more Skull drug labs than pretty-boy poser here ever did.
In my mind, Smythe grumbled, Im crushing you With big, cartoon-style one-ton weights
Be careful with thoughts like that, Joness tone of voice went serious, You may just find yourself wearing an inhibitor for a week.
Please, I dont want to cause trouble Joe tried to interject.
Dont you worry, boy, Jones sat back again, Smythe and I have this professional rivalry going. You just happen to be here and your girl caught his fancy. Im just reminding him that he has an image to uphold
You can cram that image
Smythe never got to finish his sentence, for in walked Blue Steel himself. Joe had always preferred Blue over Statesman Something about the cop-turned-superhero story appealed more to him. Not that he felt he was walking in the legends footsteps, Joe would have preferred to just keep to his old beat, but Durnan felt a stronger admiration for the man who showed attention to the largely ignored Kings Row.
Compared to the rest of the city, the Row was dirtier, grittier, and far more depressing. Everywhere one turned in this section of the city, there were the Skulls, or the Vahzilok zombies, or the Clockwork horde. Every couple of days, one would probably be unlucky to find a giant monster clockwork called the Paladin storming down the street, zapping everything in sight because its programming was faulty. Joe had to help deal with that beast a couple of times in his career as a normal beat cop, and it was never pleasant.
Joe was shook from his reverie as he heard his name called.
Jones, Durnan, Thompson, Taylor You guys are with me.
No freckin way! Thompson hissed behind Joe.
Wow, major leagues, Jones intoned, We probably wont do much. We probably just got front row tickets to an awesome show.
They headed for outfitting and Joe strapped on his flack jacket and slung his assault rifle on his shoulder. A couple goo bombs got strapped to his belt and he placed his trusty tazer in a side pouch. Taking another look at his rifle, he sighed.
Yeah, Kyle Thompson sighed, I know what you mean, man. They couldnt have made the damn thing any uglier, could they?
They couldve Joe chuckled, They couldve made it pink
Ew, Thompson seemed to stare off into space as he pictured a pink assault rifle, Thats just not right
In the van, they were silent. Joe didnt want to expose the fact that he wasnt paying attention, so he didnt ask where they were going. His fellows werent very talkative, Blue Steel sat at the back of the van, in front of the doors and staring to the front.
So theres these three mice in a bar and theyve been drinking for a couple hours now The first mouse slams his drink on the bar and decides hes going to talk about how tough he is. Im so tough, he says, Im so tough, my house has this Rat Poison in it. But that stuff dont bother me, I just pick that stuff up and eat it down cause Im one tough mouse. The second mouse shouts his friend down, Thats not tough! Im a tough mouse! My house has rat traps in it, and they put this special gourmet cheese on it, thinking the ratsll try and eat it. But I beat em all to it! I stomp on that plate and when the bar comes snapping down on my head, I catch it with one hand and push that shat back with one hand while I hold the cheese Im eating with the other. Why? Cuz Im one tough mouse! The third mouse has been really quiet and he finishes his beer, sets it on the bar, pays his tab and heads for the door. The toehr two stop him, yelling Hey! Where ya goin!? and he replies I gotta go home and bang the cat
Joe didnt realize he was the one who was talking. The other officers in the back of the SWAT van just stared at him like he was out of his mind.
I guess hes the real tough mouse, came a deep voice from the back.
The rest of the officers slowly turned to see Blue Steel chuckling.
When the van arrived at its destination, the officers hopped out and started taking positions. There was already a strong police presence, and Joe was quick to fall in next to Sergeant Jones.
Youve got a pair, Jones laughed, What got into ya to tell a joke like that?
I have absolutely no idea, Joes eyes were wide, I remember my girlfriends dad telling it once Sarge, I kinda got lost in my thoughts during the briefing Do you know what were doing here?
Its Jones, Durnan, rank dont mean much to us anymore, remember? And were tracking the Council. Word is theyre making a big push.
Oh man
They fell in with a squad of SWAT troops and Blue Steel started dividing the unit up. Each squad took a section of Talos Island and was to report if they saw anything related to the Council. For now, Freakshow, Tsoo, Warriors and even the Circle of Thorns would have to wait until this issue was settled.
Joes squad found itself scoping out the southwest regions. They didnt expect to find much, and in fact they found nothing. A few Warriors and Freaks tried to start a fight with them, but the punks were so heavily outmatched, the fighting amounted to little more than rock throwing and running. Joe shook his head at the idiocy of it and pressed on with the rest of the SWAT team.
Then came the APB. They were to head to New Corinth as quickly as possible to contain a dangerous situation. Joe and his squad were the last to arrive and find the most bizarre thing in Durnans career yet
A massive green force field had been erected between the two buildings he was facing. At the base of it, a car had been cleaved neatly in half, the front of the rear half slightly crumpled, the front half a few feet away from the barrier. The person who drove the vehicle was cowering inside the destroyed shell.
Down the street, Council soldiers were putting up sandbag walls and fortifying the nearby buildings. A faint glow could be seen in the brickwork and Joe realized the forcefield was more of a cube than a standard bubble field.
Its like a war wall made of magic, he breathed, Or one of those incident walls we erect to secure a neighborhood when troubles brewing
Yeah, Jones intoned, Theres no good in this. Look!
He gestured to the people the Council soldiers were dragging out into the street. It was a hostage situation before any of them could even understand what else could be going on. Then, Blue Steel was inf ront of them.
Get down! he shouted as he slammed the bottom point of his shield into the pavement.
A blast erupted from the front of giant badge and the whole line of SWAT officers collapsed to the ground from the shockwave of the missile blast. Joe struggled back to his feet and peered into the gloomy combat zone. It appeared the Council had erected some form of artillery
Okay, men, Blue was up already and barking orders, Secure the area. Get all free civilians out of here! We have got to save as many lives as possible now before the Council tries to decimate this section of the city!
The next thirty minutes were a nightmare. Joe could hear the Council troops firing repeatedly into the nearby officers. The riot shields were barely enough to deflect the bullets, but they were rapidly being withered. It was as if they were being molten down by the bullets themselves
Come along, maam, he found himself saying to an utterly shocked woman, Please, you have to leave the immediate area
My husband, my baby! she kept trying to push past Joe and he looked to where she pointed.
The nearby split in half car. Joe could see the child in the back seat now. Not necessarily an infant, but young nonetheless. Without realizing what he was doing, Joe was bounding for the derelict machine. Bullets impacted around him and he felt one smash into his flack jacket. He could have sworn he heard a sizzling, as if the round were burning its way through his armor.
He reached the car and fired a burst at the Council troops at the top of the nearest building. His bullets bounced harmlessly off the force field and he dove into the machine.
Heh-heh-help muh-muh-meee the young boy sobbed, Da-da-daddeeee!
Joe looked back to see the childs father struggling with a pair of Council troops. He could hear the older man shouting loudly My son! You bastards! Let me go! Bobby!
Ive got him, sir, Joe shouted back, Ill make sure he gets to his mother! Well get you out of there!
The father nodded, despite the jeers of the Council troopers dragging him away. Joe turned to the young boy.
Bobby is it? the boy nodded, Okay, Bobby, Im going to need you to be brave. Just keep your arms around my neck, and keep your head down, alright! Im gonna get you to your mother! Weve got to go now!
The boy nodded and hugged Durnans neck. As soon as Joe got his arm around the kids waist, he bolted out of the wreck and into the rain of bullets. This time, he felt a solid stream pelt him in the back as a couple bursts found their marks. Grimacing, he yanked a green syringe from his belt pouch and jammed it into his thigh. The drugs healed some of the damage done to him and eased the pain, allowing Joe to press on. A bullet caught his leg and he staggered.
Augh!
Bobby fell from his neck when he hit the pavement, and Joe covered the boys body protectively with his own.
I never wanted to be a hero Joe muttered grimly, then he pulled his rifle from his back again, Run, Bobby, Ive got a nasty surprise for them
He loaded a flashbang grenade into the launcher.
I may not be able to get through their shield, but Ill bet dollars-to-doughnuts it wont save their eyes from this
He aimed in on a cluster of troops on the nearest roof, pulled the trigger and was rewarded with the familiar poont of a successful grenade launch. The explosive hit the shield and detonated, releasing a bright flash of light that seemed to spread throughout the eldritch energy. Before anybody knew it, a green cube sat in the middle of Talos Island.
Joe found himself getting dragged bodily away from where he collapsed. He looked up and found Jones tugging at his shoulder pads.
Damn, you do got a pair, Jones laughed, Ive never seen blaster types pull something like that in all my years in this city!
Joe could only gasp for air. -
Oh, I got some characters like that on Triumph... Mkay, I think I get it now.
-
Pocket D
Randall Grey didnt frequent the Nightclub of the Stars much. Really, he only spent any amount of time in it when he had to get from one place to another quickly, and Pocket Ds location between dimensions and multiple access points across the city made it a hot spot for such travel.
The rest of Greys Army typically used the VIP cards he got them to get out of danger zones quickly
However, he had gotten a suspicious invitation. Cedric had delivered it after a quick excursion into the New Overbrook construction site. Randall thought the story about a Sky Raider running up with a letter in his hand was odd. What was even more odd was the fact that the guy really was a courier, and he was delivering a message for Randall. He had just gotten the wrong Grey.
Couldve just used that newfangled e-mail system Randy muttered to himself.
He scanned the crowd of club-goers. To his right he could hear the cheers of meta-types as they appreciated the antics of the Rikti Monkeys in the RMFC. Randy snorted at the thought. He didnt like having others fight for him, much less poor little critters that would rather be home living a normal life. They shouldnt be fighting a perpetual war
Thinking about the Rikti War always misted his eyes. He didnt like to talk about the wife hed lost. He didnt know if she was dead, Lost, or even full-blown Rikti Maybe shed even escaped whatever horrible fate may have befallen her at those alien hands. All he knew was that in the chaos that had ensued in Kingdale, he had lost track of Charlene...
He found he was muttering her name to himself again.
Dammit
He made for one of the bars and ordered a beer. Nothing fancy, just domestic, the King of Beers. He swigged down the can in one gulp and went back to the dance floor.
He scanned the crowd and found it full of the same kind of crowd that he always found here on a busy night. A tiny minx with blonde hair ran up to him from the midst of it
Daddy!
Sarah Snuffy Grey, nicknamed for a moment in her youth when she had caught a cold which made her snuffle a lot, jumped up and hugged her tiny arms around her fathers neck. Randy returned the hug with one arm and gave her a wet kiss on the cheek. She grimaced at him as she wiped her face dry and he set her down with an amused grin.
I see you dont have those pillows stuffed into your shirt, he chuckled.
Experiments over, Sarah shrugged, Besides, I got tired of lugging those things around. They kept getting in the way and they were really distracting. You wouldnt believe how many heroes thought I really was that large-chested Creepy Creepy guys
Shouldve directed them to me, Randy cracked his knuckles, Or Kip, or Nester, or even your boyfriend
You think nester would do a better job at beating someone up than Joe? the tiny girls left eyebrow arched up, showing she was clearly irritated, And why cant you ever say his name?
Because I dont want to, Randy replied with a growl, Hes taking my little girl away
Aw Snuffy grinned sheepishly for a moment, Id say Im not your little girl anymore, but Well, youre the size of a bear Lots of people are littler than you, especially me.
I get the point, though, Randy patted her on top of her head, careful not to mess up her hairdo. He was rewarded with a playful swat from Ni.
Stop that, Sarah gave Ni a small thump on the head with her index finger, Well Im gonna get back to dancing. Bye-bye, Daddy.
A tiddly-do, Sarah.
Randy started scouring the edge of the crowd, looking for the villain who asked to meet him there. A hand on his shoulder, however, answered him and he turned cautiously. DJ Zero may say that he keeps hostile powers suppressed here, but Randall wasnt inclined to trust that.
He was face-to-face with another heavy-type meta-human. He had a set of three scars over one eye and his forehead had a set of six purple spikes. A row of more purple spikes ran down the center of his head as well. There was also a set of large, crystalline horns jutting out of the Brutes collar bones. These were also a dark purple, like the rest of the spikes. The final touch of purple? His eyes, they glowed like a popular movie monsters. Otherwise, the brute dressed much like Randalls second-favorite outfit, a set of motorcycle leathers.
As a side note, Randall happened to be wearing his Explorer outfit, green military jacket, cargo pants tucked into his knee-high work boots, and a classic blue T-shirt.
Recognize me? the stranger asked in a deep voice.
Nope.
I didnt think you would. Wanna sit down, get some drinks and we can talk?
May as well, Randy started heading for the nearest table, the brute followed.
That sat opposite each other and a waitress set a couple glasses next to them.
Psychic service, the brute intoned, Must be difficult for them to help you, though
Why for? They could just ask.
They pride themselves on not having to.
She probably asked the bartender what I asked for earlier, Randy took a sip of his drink, Yep Same as I had before.
You sure you dont remember me?
Buddy, Im drawing a complete blank.
The brute nodded, shrugged, then took another swig of his beer. They were an odd thing to look at, two heavy-class meta-humans sitting at one of the clubs normal sized tables. Finally, the brute spoke.
Do you remember, early in your career Kind of low-profile case but it was murder, so it was still a serious charge
Happens rather frequently, sadly Randy grimaced, Youre going to have to be more specific.
A Tsoo courier, dead at my feet. The Skulls who did him in were long-gone you come leaping in just in time to see me trying to flee the scene myself This was a lot earlier in the year, Grey.
Randys eyes narrowed as realization dawned on him, Harris? Ray Harris?
Yep, thats me. The brute grinned, Of course, I go by Power Breaker in the Rogue Isles.
Power Breaker
Yeah Not really making a name for myself but I have made it into the inner ranks of Arachnos
Why are you telling me this?
Power Breaker shrugged, Because I feel I owe you thanks, Randy. And not just because youre indirectly responsible for me getting these powers. I wanted to thank you for a long time for speaking on my behalf at the trial
Look Harris
Seriously, Power Breaker leaned back, the chair groaning under the shift in weight, The rest of the trial was a farce. I was pronounced guilty when my foot first stepped into that court room. It had been a while since the city had seen a normal person commit a crime and get caught for it. Everybody seems all wrapped up in you cant commit crimes unless you have powers You and I both know thats crap. In any case, where the rest of the trial was just running through the motions before my conviction, you actually took the stand and told the jury you thought I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Too bad the D.A. dug up all that info on me being involved with the Family I probably couldve gotten acquitted if it werent for that.
Yeah, but you wouldve been done anyway. The Tsoo
Yeah, Power Breaker laughed, The Tsoo are DIRECTLY responsible for this, he gestured to the scars over his eye, and the rest of this, he then gestured to the spikes and his malformed body, Them and Crey. I half believe what happened to me in the Zig was orchestrated by those bastards Ive got no proof and my far-reaching connection to the networks has turned up diddly. Hell, Crey may have even forgotten they experimented on me.
What is that stuff, anyway?
The crystal? Its the same material as that Shadow Cyst Crystal stuff. Not the same abilities, mind you, I cant summon up clouds that spit death every which way But there are other benefits.
I see
I guess the crystal functions as pretty much a power source, Power Breaker sighed, The rest of my abilities are affected directly by the self-replicated nanites Crey put in me. I dont think Ill ever be able to go back to a normal life.
Thats unfortunate
Ah, well I may as well let you in on why I invited you here Simply put, I want to fight ya.
Why for?
Pretty much, I want to see how I compare. I also feel I owe you a punch in the face to go along with the thanks. A stand up fight is better than just sucker-punching you like some spineless Stalker-type.
And why would I agree to this? Randy finished his beer and calmly set the glass down on the table.
Because, Power Breaker reached into an inner pocket and retrieved a data card, I have information on a very important Arachnos mission. You beat me, you get the info, then you can do with it whatever you want.
Oddly enough, Harris, Im inclined to believe you another drink was placed in front of Randy, which he promptly slammed down his throat, Get me a couple more drinks, and youve got yourself a fight!
Power Breaker smiled, Inhibiting yourself so the fights more even?
What? No! Its just been so long since Ive fought drunk! I want to know if its as fun as I remember.
I guess well both find out, then! Power Breaker laughed, Waitress! Many many rounds more over here! -
I take none of these guys really like each other...
-
I've only run two Safeguards so far. One with a controller, one witha tank. My controller did the KR one, and it didn't seem the CK were that much different than before. The bad guy also came out as a Lt spawn, not Boss or EB or even AV. Afterward, I "gravved" my way through the mission and gained a level from it (5 blips of mid-teen experience packed into one mission, nice).
My Tanker was a different story. But, I think I know a way around it. I'm going to jsut wait outside the door next time. Bad gu exits, I'm standing right there, and mud pots are slowing "him" and "his" spider bot to a crawl. Should work better than getting ransacked by a group of Arachnos Scouts (who I incidentally mud-stomped) and wailing away on the robber while an itsy-bitsy spider runs off with the rest of the loot. The fact that if even one of them gets away the mission is a bsut is a bit of a let-down.
On a side note, I love the way dollar bills fall out of the bag as you take a round out of the baddie. -
What a slow DAY!
Cedric punted a garbage can down the alley, sideswiping a Vahzilok Reaper in the process. There was no retribution forthcoming, the zombies that usually accompanied Doc Vs surgeons just stood around stupidly, awaiting orders that would never come.
Grah!
Calm down, man, his best friend from childhood, Matt McGinty, chided, You should be happy for days like this. Especially with the case were on.
A faction in the Council is hoarding magicked weapons, and Im supposed to take a break!? Grah, I say GRAH!
Cedric sent another trash can sailing and wound up cold clocking an Outcast Charger. His friends ran off screaming and Cedric once again felt unfulfilled. Even worse, he was out of trashcans.
Aw
We may as well move on, Ced, Matt sheathed his katana and urged his friend in the direction of the Yellow Line, Well meet up with your sister and her boyfriend in Kings Row, maybe check and see if the Paladin is running around. Will that cheer you up?
Only if Big Ps there, Cedric moaned, Its been months since Ive killed something
What?
Whatd I say?
You said its been months since youve killed something, Matt intoned, First of all, you dont kill in this city, and second of all, I dont think I liked the tone of your voice when you said that.
I said that? What?
Cedric stared at his friend, a light expression of fear creasing his face slightly.
Change of plans, Matts eyes narrowed, Were going to MAGI in Atlas Park.
Why Atlas?
Because, theres usually a lot of heroes there, Matts blade slid soundlessly from its scabbard, and if you make a scene, they can put you down easily. Now, march.
Cedric raised his hands, but Matts blade swooshed just under his chin.
Keep your hands away from that axe, old friend. The train.
At MAGI, the news was grim.
Mr. Grey Youll need to stop being a hero.
Repeat your last? Cedrics eyes went wide.
They had him standing in the center of an energy field. Cedric didnt get the mumbo-jumbo the wizards and mystics used, all he got was that as long as he stood in the circle, he couldnt hurt anybody, and they could scan him in peace. It felt itchy to him.
Cedric, what do you know of the Praetorians?
Uh Only what my Dads told me about them. Theyre bad news Theyre typically the equal and opposite to us Um Did I mention theyre bad?
Yes, quite bad. The wizard, a young man by the name of Mider Caid (who is, unfortunately, the brother of Archon Caid), confirmed, The problem, however, is documenting every Praetorian for every hero in the city
Caid, youre missing an important point, Cedric bared his teeth at the wizard, How does this involve me having to quit heroing!?
Well Im getting to that, Mider reached to a pedestal nearby and withdrew the cloth-wrapped axe, This is your weapon, correct?
Yeah. I guess. Its kind of hard to tell when youve got it wrapped in Silk? Im not paying for that.
Oh no, this isnt silk Its a mesh fabric composed of several Mider noticed the look on the young tankers face, Right, moving along It seems that your Praetorian is your axe.
Youre kidding. Cedrics jaw almost dropped out of his skull.
No. Whatever happened on Praetorian Earth, it caused the alternate version of you to be killed, and his spirit was trapped in this axe. Perhaps it is one of the many weapons of Battle Maiden, and was left after an incursion was repelled. In any case, you happened to wind up with the weapon
I got it from a Warrior on his way to the Hollows Cedric looked about guardedly, At least, I thought he was a Warrior
Ah, the Warriors. Far removed from a true code of honor, they deal especially in cursed magical items This Praetorian You would easily have registered as cursed considering the crude enchantments those young fools use. No, no this is something much more dangerous. This is an intelligent, maelfactorous, arcane weapon, and its trying to gain control of you.
Hows it doing?
Well, it seems to be like a balancing act The only times your Praetorian ever manages to take control is in passing moments of aggression. Apparently, you dont care enough to be a super villain.
Cool.
Yes, the worry some here have made mention of is that you hardly care enough to be a hero as well
Can it, Caid. My buddies may have whupped your brother, but I can easily do the same to you if I have to.
Mider rolled his eyes. Cedric didnt really care about the bad blood of the Caid brothers, the only thing that concerned him about their relationship was the possibility Mider helped deliver the artifact the Council that was causing Greys Army so much trouble at the moment. However, when such concerns were raised (by more tactful members of the super group) they were shot down by Azuria herself with an explanation that the strongest magic wards, alarms, and various other hocus pocus would have been placed upon it immediately upon entering the building. Some heroes even put their own tricks and traps on them, designed to bar anybody other than approved MAGI mystics (which usually turned out to be Azuria and only Azuria) and the hero from even touching them. Mider was just too low on the totem pole to have enough clout to have delivered sucha powerful artifact to his brother.
Look, Mider, Im a hero, and I like it. I like helping people, I like to see the smiles on kids faces the sheer gratitude in an old ladys eyes as I return her purse. I love the feel of steel crunching under my fist as I put down one of those Freakshow goons. Im here to help And in order to do that, Ill be needing my axe!
No, no Mider shook his head, You wont be getting that back until were done examining it. Instead, you get this.
That Thats not my original axe?
No.
You guys are giving me a new axe?
Mm-hmm. Not that you deserve one, mind you, but MAGI will not be known for sending heroes into the fray without their weapons.
I thought you said this was my old one?
No, I led you to believe that
Cedric Grey stroked his chin as he pondered the situation. Finally, he came to a decision.
You guys are pretty screwy thinkers he reached out of the energy field and grasped the handle of the axe, Making this thing was mine when it wasnt Well, I guess it is, now Using silk as gift-wrapping
Its not silk!
Mider Caid tried vainly to correct the once-again smiling hero as Cedric peeled the wrap from the cold steel of the blade. He liked how it shone in the dim light and it was slightly lighter than his old axe. He gave it a couple slow practice swings.
Perfect! Cedric grinned from ear to ear, Hey! This didnt shape up to be too shabby a day! -
I've got quite a few alts, ranging all over the place in level, and they're all chomping at the bit to get into New Overbrook and kick some tail. I might even send my main in before hand to soften up the gooners first.
Part of why I play this game? Good story.
I want to know what's going on in the background of New Overbrook and the Faultline. -
Up to now, youve heard the stories of the male members of Greys Army. However, they do happen to have a female in their midst.
Meet little Sarah Snuffy Grey, the apple of her fathers eye. Compared to most other heroes, shes downright tiny. She faces most of the world with a perky smile and a happy attitude. That's not to say she isn't serious about her work. She's trained long and hard to perfect a mean right hook her older brothers taught her.
While her friends were busy investigating Archon Caid, Sarah was busy downloading music (from her own, personal, collection of course) so she would be pumped for her day of fighting crime. Her cat, Ni, curled up on her lap and purred happily as she plugged what she felt would be the perfect tunes for a solid day of butt-kicking.
I dont ever want to leave this spot.
She had long since stopped reacting to Nis thoughts. She had been trained to hone what few psychic abilities she had, but since Sheldon gave her the equipment he felt would help boost her otherwise lacking powers, she had to get used to all sorts of new abilities and sensations. First off was hearing the thoughts of others, like her kitty.
Ni was like most other cats, except he was a rural feline. This made him about a step above feral. Other cats around Snuffys apartment didnt like Ni. They told her, vocally and mentally (though they thought she couldnt hear their obscenities and insults), but she just turned him loose on the alley when he just HAD to go outside.
Are you listening to me?
Sarah stroked her kittys head, Yes, Ni, I can hear ya. And Im sorry, but weve got a job to do.
Aw geez
She knew that those werent the real words to Nis language, but her brain seemed to automatically translate, and his as well. Sheldon explained that it was a capability that many psychics had, that the jumble of images and sounds transferred between them or taken and/or delivered to normal people instantly rearranged themselves inside their heads to provide automatic translation. He also had many explanations about the subconscious, and how it helped, but Sarah honestly stopped paying attention after he got past transfer. She figured she remembered as much as she did afterward because some part of her, maybe her subconscious, actually had retained the memory, but Sheldon just went on-and-on
Speaking of Sheldon Sarah lifted Ni from her lap and placed him on her shoulder.
Indignant protests assailed her and Ni glared at her the way annoyed cats usually do, but he quickly settled on her shoulder and relaxed. The padded shoulder of Sarahs T-shirt provided him a safe, easy grip for his claws, and he almost went to sleep.
In another room of the base, Sarah could hear Sheldon typing furiously. Every so often, there was the strange whooshing sound of his kinetic device activating and the typing resumed, slightly faster than before, but it didnt last long.
Sheldon!
Y-y-eh-ehssss Ssssn-n-n-u-uffff-ee-ee-ee?
Uh Why are you talking like that?
I-I h-a-a-avvv t-t-ooo, he replied, I-I hhh-a-a-avvvv t-t-ooo r-r-eeep-pee-ee-t-t mmm-i-i-sss-eh-l-l-fff ff-o-o-rrr y-y-oooo t-too hhh-eeerrr mmmee.
Sheldon was an oddity among the Kingdale crew. Where the others maintained mostly laid back clothing or civilian attire (the exception was Nester, who seemed to really like the gear he had), Sheldon always was seen wearing a tight-collared, retro-styled uniform. He looked like a military commander from an old sci-fi movie. Presently, however, he appeared to be a blur, moving all over the place on what appeared to be three keyboards. Next to the keyboards was a small animal cage containing a gerbil. The little critter was moving really, really slowly.
Mmm . If only he wasnt behind bars Nis thoughts wafted over. Sarah resisted the sensation of her mouth watering (excessive empathy, another problem shed had early on; Sarah would constantly feel what others felt while wearing her super gear until Matt taught her a few good meditation exercises) and the sensation of wanting to hurl (she didnt want to eat a gerbil, after all ) and tried to get into a better view of the tech man.
Sheldon, you have got to stop siphoning speed from that poor gerbil! Youre going to end up killing him!
I-I-fff a-a-nnn-y-th-th-ing, hhhh-ee-ee-l-l-l l-l-ih-ih-vvvv l-l-ou-ou-nnn-g-g-e-r-r-r
Dammit, Sheldon, slow down! I cant talk to you like this!
Sheldon suddenly stopped and sat perfectly still, his shade covered eyes staring directly into her perfect sapphires. He looked annoyed, but he was realy just composing himself. The only thing Sheldon really felt passion for was his work; he left his behavior with others strictly professional. They sat staring at each other like that for a few seconds, until the gerbil started running at normal speed again.
You should listen to him, Nis bemused attitude carried over easily through the mental link they shared, Felix there actually likes helping Shel out. He likes that it gives him a purpose.
Im important! came a tiny voice from the cage.
Should I let him know you wanted to eat him a moment ago? Snuffy replied.
He knows, Ni made a mental shrug, Its a joke between us. He knows I prefer a fight for my meal, hence the reason I go out to the alley cats and hunt the rats and mice in our apartment and the base. They give me something to do. Felix, though, hes really smart for his genus and species. We talk a lot, him and I.
What did I tell you about bringing him in here while I work? Sheldon finally said clearly.
You said not to
Precisely, because if Felix feels threatened, he gets defensive. If he gets defensive, I might miss with my siphon, and that will slow me down. I cant be having that.
Sheldon, I can assure you
And another thing, you dont have to shout inside my mind while Im rapid. I can hear you fine.
Sheldon Sarah sighed, then realized he was right, Oh dear Sheldon, Im sorry! I didnt mean to do that.
Thats fine, Sarah, he sat back and his professional demeanor slackened, Jeez I shouldnt have come off all stern like that its these reports I have to type up Longbow wanting specs on my Ryats, Randy wanting a mission statement on what I want to accomplish with them so he can give it to prospective contracts And different companies will want to hear different things
I didnt hurt you, did I?
No Your devices have inhibitors in them. You cant hurt someone with a shout unless they lack proper ID. Weve been over this.
Yeah, but Sheldon I Sarah didnt know how to say the next part.
What is it?
I think Im getting stronger
Sheldon replied with a quizzical arching of his eyebrow. Then, as soon as he registered what she meant, he siphoned speed from Felix and started blazing on one computer. The monitor could barely keep up with his furious scrabbling. Sarah was certain she smelled smoke.
Sheldon finally stopped and waited until after the weird green energy faded and he could move and talk normal again. However, he still just sat there, staring at an image of some form of physiology on the monitor.
Sarah he gasped eventually, I dont know how to say this, but your mutation is progressing.
Is that a tumor? her voice trembled slightly as she stared over his shoulder.
No, Sheldons unease disappeared, replaced with an odd, infectious relief, No, not at all! Sarah, thats altered brain matter, to be sure, but
So, cancer, then.
Would I be smiling if it were cancer?
Well, you science types are always smiling about the oddest things. I remember when you found that mold behind the refrigerator and wanted to conduct tests on it.
I thought it mightve been D.E
And it was mold. Now, back to my tumor filled, cancerous brain!
Sheldons eyes narrowed, not that Sarah could see behind his thick shades, but his eyebrows furrowing clearly showed his mild irritation.
Sarah, when the Rikti hit Kingdale, and you got altered it was a minor change, at best. You couldve gone your whole life with just a mild precognizance or empathic visions of the people and places around you. Instead, you came here, and in order to make you capable of handling the stress of working out here, I made you that gear to boost your powers
I know all that already!
I didnt expect the effect to have a feedback effect, though. I guess all that psychic work your brains been doing ahs boosted the mutation. Pretty soon, Sarah, you wont need the equipment. Heck, it might even start hindering you.
So that was the thought that occupied her for most of the day. She remained detached from her goings on. Everything, from the street thugs snatching purses to the Hellion hideout she raided, she went through the day with a faraway gaze. It was Ni who finally brought her back.
OW! her scream echoed through the empty warehouse and in the back of her head and everybodys head within a fifty foot radius.
Ah! OW! the Hellion lieutenant screamed as he clutched at his ears, Oh God! Shes in my head! Shes in my HEAD!
He stood there groaning for a moment as Snuffy collected her thoughts. She realized that she felt something on her neck. She reached up to find a small bite mark there.
Ni?
Took you long enough, the cats voice came back, Im over here, next to the crate.
Howd you bite my neck?
I was still on your shoulder when I did, then I leapt off Sheesh, its not rocket science, you know.
But, whyd you do it? Sarah Grey picked up her cat and held him out in front of her, It wasnt very nice.
You want to know whats not nice? Nis snide, growly asked back, Getting a face-full of buckshot and bullets. It doesnt feel good, or at least, I assume it doesnt feel good. Having never had it done to me, I can only imagine, but Ive seen the effects of it, and its not pretty.
Whats your point?
We almost added tungsten to our diet, thats my point, Snuffy, Nis eyes actually narrowed for her to see how stern he was, And, once again, I understand
It doesnt feel very nice, I get it.
Sarah, whyre you in this funk? Is it so bad to be a mutant?
Well, no
Then why are you bothered by the possibility that youre progressing further? Look out!
Sarah ducked in time to avoid a rifle butt to the back of her head. She whirled about and shouted at the gunner.
DO YOU FREAKING MIND!? Im HAVING A CHAT WITH MY KITTY CAT! HOLD YOUR HORSES, DAMMIT!
The Hellions eyes went wide and his nose started to bleed. He then fell to his knees, clutching at his mask, trying to rip it off so he could let the blood drain freely and clot more naturally. Apparently, he did go to school after all
Oh Oh god he gurgled, This is not my day
Damn right it isnt, Sarah said normally, You should know by now, its never a good day when a hero comes knocking at your door.
Ill take that into consideration Oh jeez thats not pretty
Snuffy left the broken man to his misery and picked her cat back up. She sat on a crate and started petting him. Nis purrs echoed over the sound of the Hellion sobbing to himself.
So, Snuffy, whats bothering you? Ni asked mildly, It cant be the fact that your mental skills are progressing. Youre a fantastic telepath, and so far, youve proven to be an effective hero. Even if you do resort to all that unnecessary brawling
My one-two is nothing but helpful, she muttered, So what if its a little unsightly that a cute little girl like me is punching thugs like him in the kidneys.
While theyre incapacitated.
Well, theyd do the same to me
If they could, right Ni started licking his paws, You used to be easier to read, Sarah. Like a book. All I needed to know, I would just think of it, and there I was.
HEY!
Watch it, girl, I lack civilian ID, so I dont share in that protection Shel mentioned, Nis head had instinctively snapped back and his ears were flat against his head, but his eyes were merely closed as if he was startled by a loud noise, Now, I meant no offense, but you humans really need help on your first days as telepaths. I was providing the guidance you needed Well, some of it, anyway. That wizards and Matt inadvertently helped move things along
You mean how Cory communicates telepathically, too?
Yeah, kind of, but he talks through magic, not a collection of unusual growths in his brain. And Matts meditation has been exceptional at honing your focus
Oh, cool
The thing is, Sarah, youre making tremendous progress, and youre acting like its bothering you, Nis cute little face looked up at her, his golden eyes appearing sunken into his soft, orange fur, But your work, your mutancy, doesnt bother you. Its Joe
Sarah sighed and looked off to the side. The Hellions shadow started to fade as she heard his booted feet bolting for the door.
Oh, no you don!
Ni was through the air faster than Sarah or the Hellion could react. Well, that wasnt exactly true. The Hellion screamed a lot, things like Oh my God! The Pain! and Tiny razors, everywhere! It leaves BURNING! but he was the last conscious man in the little pyro party that had taken the warehouse, so nobody really cared. Ni happily applied the tag Sarah gave him on the tip of the lieutenants nose.
I really love Joe, she finally mumbled sadly, And I feel were drifting apart. That party really made things seem distant between us... And now this mutancy thing makes me think we can never go back!
Joes got his own problems, Ni snuggled her belly and purred, And it was wrong of him to vent that night, but, Snuffy, you and I both know how he feels about you. Hed do anything for you. Youve got to stop eating yourself alive over this! You two are doing great as far as human mating couples go.
I know I know Sarah stood and hoisted Ni onto her shoulder. The cat licked the spot where he had bitten her.
Sorry about that, but you were really out there.
I understand. Think a healing solution will take care of it and get rid of the scar?
Better use a green rune, or a green gem, Ni replied as they walked out, I feel like lunch, how about you? Im in the mood for tuna
My thoughts exactly, Sarah happily squeaked. -
This is insane!
Kips statement was a bit of an exaggeration. The situation was unusual. Normally, the only Council troops who had special ammunition that did more than ballistic damage were the Marksmen, who wielded specially designed rifles that seemed to be slightly difficult to operate considering their long reload time. However, he and his brother were being pinned down behind a stack of metal crates by all sorts of weird ice and fire bursts, and electric sparks. It was a hail of automatic fire that was charged with a peculiar energy.
Across the hall, behind a similar stack of crates, lay Mad Matt McGinty. He was taking long, deep breaths as a calming exercise. He had a faraway look to his face that made him seem not entirely there, but anybody who really knew him understood he was getting ready to make a move.
Wait for Cory! Nester shouted at his comrade, We need his fire support!
Yeah, and the K.O.s we rack up here will amount to diddly for you unless hes nearby! the younger brother reinforced.
Wait for Cory, huh? Matt grinned, Well, looks like the wait is over.
There was a pause in the fire as the two minigun wielding Cor Leonis Force troopers noticed the newcomer to the battle. Standing roughly six feet tall, but he seemed taller because of the wizards hat on his head, and garbed in a black robe and baggy pants with red trim, stood Cory Simmons. His brightly shining red eyes glared hard at the two soldiers.
Get him! one soldier shouted moments before being engulfed in a ball of fire.
As Cory rained flames on the two soldiers, the rest of the crew leapt up and waged their own personal assault. The two troops went down hard, but then the lights behind them flickered on. Another group of Council soldiers stood behind them, much larger than the first two guards.
Oh dear Cory gasped before the troops pulled up their weapons and prepared to fire.
Kipland Durj and Matt McGinty dove into the fray, Kips body suddenly enveloped in an unusual black and purple armor that covered him from head-to-toe, while Matt simply bobbed and weaved around machine gun and assault rifle fire. Matts blade flicked in and out and slashed its way through the troopers armor, priming them for radiation blasts from Nesters visor and gloves.
As the soldiers actually landed hits on the two scrappers, Nesters specially designed microbial technology wafted over them and repaired the damage almost instantaneously. For more serious wounds, the elder Durj brother fired a burst of microbes on a carrier wave that put a larger number of the healing molecules onto the surface of his companions skin, but he could only use it on one warrior at a time, unlike the wave making device. He liked both abilities, especially when he kept the wide range wave device automated and used the point based healing to compensate for the waves shortcoming.
Speaking of which, yeesh, Matt! Nester blasted his friend with another soothing jet of healing microbes right before the wave kicked on again.
Was there a reason for that sentence fragment? Kip shouted as he snatched a troopers rifle and yanked it toward another trooper. A spray of bullets sent the other to the ground, and Kip finished off the rifles owner with a swift kick to the head.
Just lost in thought, brother.
Well get lost on your own time, Nester. Jebus! Its like Im working with a frickin four-year-old
Now, now, Kip, Matt sliced through a troopers barrel and brought his blade around to nick his shin, Dont be insulting the guy whos keeping us alive Besides, you do all four-year-olds a disservice by comparing them to your brothers vastly diminutive intellect by comparison!
I know we usually poke fun at each other, Nester growled through his helmets visor, But I feel this is neither the time, nor the place, guys.
The same goes for your daydreaming, Kip snapped back as he delivered another series of kicks to the Adjutant of this squad, Youve got a job, and youre expected to do it.
Right, Kip, Nester sighed, Sorry.
Apologies are like Never mind, you get it, Kip took a breath, Looks like this crews down. Lets get to the next floor.
Hang on, Cory knelt down and picked up one of the rifles, Hm, I think this is the button you press to, ah, theres the magazine.
He popped out a bullet and examined it. He spent a moment humming and mumbling peculiar mystical incantations. The bullet glowed blue for a moment, then returned to its normal dull gray.
Peculiar, he said as he pocketed the round, Okay, we can go.
Finally, Kip rasped through his helmet.
The next floor was more of a cakewalk, as they refined their strategy in every fight. Cory provided a rapid bombardment, then let Kip and Matt conduct their own small war to finish off the troops. He also pegged any stragglers as they attempted to flee the fights. Nester, in the meantime, focused on healing the entire crew and running his defensive subroutine, another microbial device that added a thin, invisible layer of armor on all of them. They wiped out squad after squad, room after room, and finally made their way to the leader of the building, Archon Caid.
He was unlike any Council trooper theyd ever seen well, that was untrue. His basic armor was still the same as any other Archons, but it was covered in a peculiar array of glowing green runes. He glared at the heroes from behind his mask and red lenses, then assumed a martial arts pose similar to Kips.
Ah, great, the younger Durj brother griped, They never make it easy. Nobody ever just gives up and goes quietly
I think thisll be tougher than normal, Kipland, Cory intoned, I dont like that arrangement of runes If Im reading his aura correctly, its going to be exceptionally difficult to land a hit on him.
Kip just nodded. The group stared at the Archon for a few moments. Archon Caid stared back, not moving a muscle.
Do we have a plan? Matt whispered.
If your plan involves dying exceptionally agonizing deaths, Caid growled at them, Then I believe you do indeed have a plan. I have faced plenty of heroes before now, and I believe I finally have the necessary scheme to defeat you wholesale.
Your magic bullets wont help you, Cory pulled the round from his pocket, Most magicians and heroes have plenty enough resistance against this elemental magic and this is far too temporary.
Your skirmishes with my men and the ones you had to fight to find this place were merely a trial run, Caid laughed, The next deployment will be far more powerful, and will involve mysticism beyond your ken! We will finally over run this city, and you will have the glory of being the first heroes to fall to the true new power of the Council!
With that, he attacked. Kip was sent reeling from a vicious snap kick to his head, and Matt barely avoided a back-heel kick aimed for his face. Caid then moved in close to Cory and aimed a few bone breaking punches at his ribs, but Simmons went air born and flew back faster than the Council commander could land the blows.
Twisting in mid air, Cory came back around with a blade of ice in his hands and brought the weapon crashing down on Caids face. A green glow came between the two of them and the blade shattered on impact. Archon Caid then delivered a sharp straight kick to Corys mid-section and sent the wizard rolling through the air.
Then, Matt was there. He slashed and sliced his way toward Caid, driving him back as the soldier desperately deflected each attack with his wrist and shin guards. Then, sick of humoring the younger man, Caid jumped up and landed the kick he wanted to hit Matt with earlier. The katana went clattering to the ground as Matt crumpled to into a pillar.
Caid then turned to Nester, who was busy delivering healing to his brother. Realizing he was in danger, Nester attempted to fly higher than Caid could reach. The Archon, however, surprised the crew again when he, instead of pulling out a rifle, grenade launcher or even a rocket launcher, leapt up and kicked Nester out of the sky. He bounced against a far wall and lay there, mumbling incoherently to himself.
Exceptional, Caid grinned under his mask, That was barely a workout. You boys have some skill, Ill grant you that, but its better suited to a school bus crosswalk than
Kip interrupted him with a furious kick to the head. Caid tumbled backward, but regained his footing in enough time to catch Kips second attack, a simple jab at his jaw. However, he didnt expect the scrapping young lad to leap up, twist around, and plant his foot into the soldiers face. The Archon stumbled back, slightly disoriented, but a glow from his armor, and his head was clear. Kip, pressing what he thought was an advantage, attempted to deliver yet another flurry of vicious kicks, all of which Caid deflected and eventually turned the tables on the de facto leader of the crew when he side kicked him in the chest and drove Kip into the wall next to his brother.
Youre trying my patie
Bolts of fire rained down from above as frost wrapped about his ankles. Caid yanked his quickly sticking feet from the floor, jumped up and kicked Simmons in the hip, but the wizard spun away, which absorbed a lot of the impact. Cory then pulled his mask from his mouth and blew a stream of fire at the Archon, leaving him smoldering.
Graargh! Caid shouted as he batted off the flames, Ill send you straight to Hell, you
Now, now, Archon Caid, Cory Simmons hovered before him, flames wrapped around his hands and glowing red eyes blazing, Surely, youre not going to resort to the bigotry your organization is so renowned for, are you? Certainly, your group has moved past such inefficient human resource management since the Fifth Column days
You know nothing about us! Caid shouted as he pulled his grenade launcher from his back, Now, feel the full fury of the scheme that will shatter this city!
Cory attempted to stop the grenade from escaping the muzzle of the launcher, but the round burst through the ice blockage he had thrown into it and caught him full in the chest. The explosion was eldritch in nature, and affected Cory on multiple planes of existence. He was certain, that if a Praetorian version of him existed, even he felt it. Then he blacked out in a slump next to his friends, Nester and Kipland Durj.
And that should just about do it Archon Caid gasped as he dropped the grenade launcher. He swaggered over to a nearby intercom and pressed the button.
We need a cleanup crew here in my command chamber. You guys dont have much to do I put most of the trash on the wall next to the entrance
There was no response.
Now I know they didnt hit you guys, youre in the building across the Archon Caid glared at the intercom. There was a knife embedded in it.
I dont remember that happening
The tell-tale sound of metal dragging on metal caught his attention. Archon Caid whirled around and leapt at where the katana had fell, but there was nothing and nobody there. Behind him, Matthew McGinty raised his blade.
Im over here, Archon Caid, the short blond mans gravelly voice caused the Council leader to whirl about again, Time for round two. Walk by me
The short man demonstrated by pointing in the direction Archon Caid should go. However, the base commander just leapt forward and delivered a vicious kick aimed at Matts waist. The kick was deflected by the young heros blade, and the two altered their stances, still glaring at each other, one ready to slash and stab his opponent, the other to kick, punch, and break bones on his way to victory.
One shot, Caid, Matt growled, One shot left, and its over. You ready?
Im ready enough for a little worm like you, Archon Caid leapt forward, his foot swiping through the air at Matts head which suddenly wasnt there. There was the sound of wind, and then a sensation of white-hot pain shooting through his leg.
The Archon dropped to the floor, clutching his knee and screaming. Matt, in the meantime, ran up one of the nearby walls, back-flipped off and slammed one of his own knees into Archon Caids face. The soldier wasnt down for the count however, and spun around on the floor, swinging his good foot into Matts face, which sent the smaller man rolling away.
Dohmit, Archon Caid gurgled under his mask, Where wuthz mah pro-theck-shun?
Like most armor, Matt stood and waved his hand through the air, his blade shimmering into existence in his hand as it disappeared from where it had fallen, it can only take so much of a beating before it is useless. It also has several ******, or weak points, that one merely has to watch your performance for a short while to determine the weaknesses. As you leapt about and assaulted my friends, I used my vantage point, forgotten on the floor, to examine the behavior of the magic that ensorcelled you, if not its nature. It functions the same as a knights armor, and where your body must bend and flex, so too must it have an opening to allow your movement, or else youd be nothing but a statue as soon as you put that runed abortion of a ritual on your body. A few of these nifty magic gems help, too.
Matt pulled a few yellow crystals from his pocket and smashed them against his chest. They exploded in a yellow burst of light and an aura focused around his eyes started to glow.
You fool, Archon Caid struggled back to his feet, spitting out blood from under his mask, then, leaning hard on his good leg, he started fishing around on the back pouch of his utility belt, I can still put you down. I have some of those myself
He produced a set of green cylinders. Matt had seen enough of them in his adventures as a hero of the city. One end had a spring-loaded syringe that shot out on impact and injected the pressurized contents of the cylinder into the recipient. The system was more sophisticated than an atropine injector, however, and the person using the device had to be the one receiving the injection, or else the needle wouldnt deploy. Unusual technology to be sure, but life-saving. The green ones had a cocktail of microbes, nanites, and chemicals that had the same effect as Nesters medical devices.
Why would you put yourself through that embarrassment again? Kipland Durj asked from off to the side.
Archon Caid made the mistake of turning in surprise. Kips foot whirled about and kicked the devices from his hand. The scrapper then ducked as a heavy burst of fire from Cory, usually reserved for sniper shots, scorched through the air and blazed into the Archons face. Caid dropped to the floor, smoldering, gurgling, and cursing. He gave a few kicks, clanking his boots against the wall and finally lay still.
Uh Is he dead? Nester moved in cautiously.
No, Matt replied gruffly as he sheathed his blade, The same system that keeps us alive keeps them alive. Theyre in close proximity to us, so the nearest medical station has him in their system, sending enough energy through the network to keep him barely alive. Go ahead, lean closely. Hes breathing there.
So, we never had to play nice to that Devoured Kip intoned as he nudged the body with his toe. A low groan answered his attention.
Not necessarily, Matt shrugged, then knelt to gather up the green cylinders.
The less trauma we inflict on these criminals, the better their chances at rehabilitation, Cory intoned, However, with the Council, I make big exceptions. How anyone can willingly take arms against their own nation, especially when its in the state its in, is beyond me.
People want power, Nesters armor snapped open and peeled away from his face. His legs were suddenly clothed in pants and a jacket seemed to just pour out of the folds of his armor to wrap neatly around his chest plate. A pair of green-lensed sunglasses and a hat popped out of his hands, and Nester placed these on his head.
Its not too difficult to figure out where the Council gets their goons from, He pulled a tag out of his gloves thumb and applied it to Caids boot, The disenfranchised normally look for a quick way to the top, while the already downtrodden look to the Council for structure and quick money. Baumton is full of people like that, and Independence Port just outside and Steel Canyon are full of various infighting gangs, the Council probably pulls recruits out of those groups who want out of it.
Then theres inmates they deal with, Cory sighed, They get into Zigursky, then run a successful recruiting campaign that hinges on a breakout.
Which happens way too often, in my book, a voice surprised them from behind.
Durnan! Kip whirled around, jumped over and hugged the officer who stood before them, They got you out from behind that desk!
I was never behind a desk, Kip, Joe Durnan replied, Unless you call patrolling Kings Row every day, neck-deep in Skulls, Vahzilok zombies and Clockwork robots behind a desk.
For my skills, yeah, Kip shrugged, his armor fading away like it was made of black and purple smoke, revealing his jeans, T-shirt and shoulder pads underneath, I havent really dealt with anything in Kings Row in months.
Well you should, Joe replied gruffly, A couple weeks ago, we had our hands full with the Paladin running around there, again. We need more than us and a few lowbie wannabe heroes to take that thing down. We need someone with some firepower or someone who knows how to fight. But you heroes are only after the big score, the headline making victory
Hey! Kip shoved pointed at Joes nose, Shut your damn mouth, Durnan! Were your friends, you know us, man! Each of us has helped fight Paladin at some point in our careers! Hell, Randy even stopped the damn thing from even being built once! Theres all sorts of threats throughout the city, and were out there to stop them! Do you have any idea how many times Ive had to stop Terra Volta from being blown up by the Sky Raiders? Do you even know who the Sky Raiders are? Get your head out of the gutter, boy, and get the notion that were all on the same side!
Joe stood there silently for a moment and let his eyes drift to his friends. Kip hadnt moved from Joe in the slightest, and his face was contorted into an ugly scowl, his index finger still just inches from the officers nose. Cory stood a little behind him and to the left. He was glumly altering his outfit from his battle-dress to his more comfortable and covering robes. He let his red-dyed hair fall freely to his shoulders and dampened the glow of his eyes. He appeared to be trying to avoid involvement in the conversation. Matt and Nester had busied themselves by tying up the base commander and getting ready to take him to questioning. When his eyes fell on each of them, however, they looked to him with stone faces, betraying no emotion about the situation.
Im sorry, guys, Joe finally sighed, Its just Works been hard for me lately. Ive been promoted I guess.
Oh yeah? Nester asked as he and Matt lifted the Archon, So, do we call you Sergeant now, or what?
No Joe sighed, They made me a hero.
Get out of here! Kip shouted at him as he grabbed the cop by the shoulders, Why the Hell for?
Word got out about my argument at Pocket D Joe sighed, And the PPD has been looking for physically high-scoring officers to put into various new programs to get a few more Blue Steels. With my little outburst, I hit the blotter, and I guess I fit the bill.
Im guessing theyre giving you training on how to be more tactful, Nester laughed, So, whatre you classified as? Scrapper? Tanker?
Blaster, Joe replied, Assault Rifle and Gadgets, but Ive only just started, and its not like I get to pick what they give me. Ive gotta earn my way to the better equipment.
Wow, thats nuts, Kip shook his head, Well, now you get to see for yourself whats going on in this city. Welcome to the other side.
Thanks, Joe sighed, So, whatre you doing with him?
Well, first were going to peel him out of his armor, Cory replied, Then, were going to interrogate him to find out where he got his weapons from.
I cant let you do that, Joe raised his hand and approached the motionless body, drone tag in hand, You can keep the armor for whatever reason, I know you heroes collect that junk, but Im going to have to ask for the perpetrator. Youve arrested him, he needs to go to jail and stand trial.
Oh, come on! Matt shouted as he dropped Archon Caid on his head, Weve got a catastrophe to avert here!
Regardless, the last time a Greys Army member conducted their own interrogation, the perpetrator, again, Council, was able to effectively plea that he was tortured for information.
Oh yeah, Nester rubbed his chin, I remember that guy. Randy really did a number on him.
So, you understand where Im coming from. Joe applied the tag and a police drone hovered in to zap the Archon to the Zig.
Matt snicked out his sword and deftly slashed the armor fasteners from the body, yanking it off as Caid disappeared.
You couldnt have waited for us to get finished? Matt asked as he handed the armor to Cory, who somehow made the stuff disappear under his cape, I mean, jebus, man
Sorry Joe shrugged, Im just nervous about being in Independence Port.
Yeah, Kip arched an eyebrow at him, Whyre you here, anyway, man? Your security level's a tad low for Independence Port.
I just got done with training and Snuffy said you guys were out here.
Well, jeez, man! Lets get you to a bar and celebrate!
I cant, Joe shrugged, I want to test out some of this equipment for a few hours Tomorrow I start really working
Technically, whenever youre putting down bad guys, youre on the clock, Kip laughed as he put his arm around Joes shoulder, Have you clocked 8 hours today?
Well, yes.
Then lets clock in some overtime, Kip laughed, I trust you can get back to the apartment, Nester? Im going to escort Joe back to K.R., maybe beat up some mobsters and Sky Raiders along the way.
Sounds fun, Joe pulled his assault rifle from his shoulder and loaded in a fresh magazine, Lets do it. -
So, Randy asked as he finished breaking down some pieces of villain equipment into basic components, What happened at the club?
Cory took a sip from his tea. Randy had learned this was his habit to stall for time. It wasnt that he intended to lie, indeed, Cory had a habit of telling too much of the truth, however, he was good at putting it in the correct light.
There was an argument that was getting out of hand, the dark-skinned wizard began, Sarahs boyfriend, Joseph, had attracted the attention of a blaster class hero, somewhere in his mid-30 level range. The blaster was wondering what Joe was doing there, since he was a cop and all, and Joe erroneously took it as an opportunity to argue his cops vs. heroes philosophy. Both were under a pretty heavy dosage of alcohol, and its a credit to their personal training that neither of them came to blows.
Randy grumbled incoherently and moved on to the next set of equipment. Cory wasnt sure what kind of machinery his boss hoped to build, or even if he intended to build anything. For all anyone knew, he just wanted to have a handy stockpile of ready-made materials for whatever random project came along.
Your daughter called for my help when she wasnt able to diffuse the situation herself, Cory took another sip, this one longer, and with more purpose behind the sip than stalling, Hm my throat feels so scratchy since that evening In any case, I arrived to find several members of the blasters Supergroup debating over not only what the original argument was, but also several ancillary discussions, as well as some off topic discussions. Sarah was trying to drag Joe away from his argument, though, and I had to help calm him and his, for lack of a better word, opponent. Sadly, the party seemed over for Sarah and Joe, as she was quite perturbed by the whole ordeal.
Hm Randy held up a sheet of metal, and examined his reflection in it, Well, that usually happens after an argument. Did you get the blasters name?
No. Besides, his boss said theyd deal with him and teach the proper etiquette of dealing with the Paragon Police. He was quite aggravated at his subordinates behavior.
I see. Well, whatre your plans for the week?
Kip, Nester, Matt and I are going to check out a Council lead. Kip doesnt seem to think much past Smash and Tag, but Nester says he thinks hes seeing something odd about the troops theyve been fighting He wants me to take a look at some of the weaponry and equipment theyve gathered.
Randy arched an eyebrow at Cory. He was always weirded out by Corys red hair, and the way his eyes have started glowing in recent months had only further exacerbated the situation. However, he was a polite protector of the peace, and he worked his hardest to provide astute and wise advice to those who requested it. The only problem was that he had an affinity for a complex vocabulary, but Randy was able to work his way through the cumbersome words.
Have you seen any of the equipment yet?
As of yet, no. However, I am registering an unusual residual energy signature on their hands. An aura, if you will, of peculiar magic.
How peculiar?
Well, its definitely the result of an artifact, but this has the tenacity of most spoken magic.
Theres a difference?
Well, not at its core. At its core, magic is magic, through and through. Anything can be done with it and
See this look on my face? Randy scrunched up his already heavily wrinkled face into a scowl, making it even uglier.
..Yes
It means I dont want a history lesson, I want the short of it.
Well, the short of it is that magic works in degrees and most artifact magic is a degree where it typically does the same thing every time you ask for it. Spoken magic, however, can be altered by subtle changes, such as voice tone, pitch, ambient noise, etcetera.
Sounds like that makes spoken magic weaker
Well, typically, it is. But, it is far more likely to succeed. Most powerful artifacts require massive ritual, specific placement, and various other restrictive measures to get them to work properly. Spoken magic can be used almost anywhere and with the proper focus, can be far more reliable than artifact magic. In fact, most people are capable of magic
But they lack the proper focus. Right, its why the Circle only kidnaps certain people, but it seems like any random person to most others. In any case, you said this looks like an artifact, though
Yes well, a good example is the Eye of Sorrow we found in Salamanca. It is an artifact, but can be used almost anywhere and by almost anyone. Its a powerful relic that requires a massive number of souls to operate, but its activation is as simple as humming the right tune, or just saying the code word. Tone or such is unnecessary. I cant imagine how the Devouring Earth figured it out, but it could have also been as simple as stroking the center of the Eye
That things in MAGIs hands, right? Randall Grey looked quite concerned, he had even been paused in his work.
Yes. Azuria has assured me that the mystics are working hard to free the trapped souls and return them to their rightful bodies
Thatll be tough
Yes And time consuming. I offered my skills, however, she said my particular traits are inadequate for assisting in the replacement of souls into their proper bodies.
Youd better get out there and help take down those Council soldiers, then. Let me know how that turns out.
Yes sir.
Randy looked after Cory as he headed out of the Supergroups portal. Zeke Durjs gray hair, green jacket and brown pants suddenly appeared immediately after. He looked about confusedly.
Did I just miss somebody?
Cory, Grey replied, Hes helping your boys hunt down some Council.
Hm I wonder if I should go out there and help them Ive got a few bones to pick with them and I think they might have answers Im looking for.
Nictus still not talking?
Yeah, its really weird Zeke scratched his head, Other Warshades tell me they hear the voice of their Nictus all the time, if Im not actually talking to the Nicti themselves
What have you learned about yours so far?
You mean, other than hes a criminal? Zeke sat down in one of the leather chairs that sat on the opposite side of the workbench.
What!? Randall spun around and stared hard at his old friend, What do you mean? Whats going on?
Apparently, the energy signatures in my body match those of a Nictus that took numerous innocent lives and is guilty of many different forms of torture. Some of the methods, we dont even have names for.
How are the other Kheldians dealing with you?
For the most part, theyre not. I mean, they work with me, even if they feel uneasy about it. However, they tell me its not me theyre afraid of, just that my Nictus ego will take over
Sounds scary.
Maybe Ill have a nightmare like Kip, Zeke pulled a flask from his jacket and started drinking from it, Dont worry, Im off duty now.
Whatre you going to do?
I dont know. Its hard to admit, but Im scared. I cant go home like this I mean Kingdale, not my apartment. Maybe theyve got a safe way to get this junk out of me But
Youre getting fond of the power, arent ya?
Well, I gotta say, its nice to be able to take a stab wound or a gunshot to the face and not only walk away, but be perfectly unmarred.
The two laughed over that and shared a drink. Eventually, Ezekiel was called by Shadowstar, the liaison for Warshade/hero relations.
Looks like theyve got to run some tests, he sighed as he put his communicator back into his front breast pocket, Well, looks like this is the part where I find out if I stay here or am forever branded a bad guy.
Good luck, Zeke, Randy growled and shook his friends hand, If you need it, Ill put in a good word for ya.
Thanks. Ill see you around.
After the Durj patriarch was gone, Randall Grey sat on one of the oversized chairs. He stared into the ceiling and sat that way for what seemed like an hour, but was actually around twenty minutes.
Am I dooming us all? he asked to the open air. The hum of his base's machinery was the only answer. -
Oh man, Cedric, you wont believe this story
We were sitting in our favorite bar in this city. I say in this city because our truly favorite bar is back in Kingdale and run by Ceds little brother, but were not in Kingdale. This is Paragon City, and we have to make do with what we can get.
Drinking is considered by many to be very unheroic, so we kind of have to limit our indulgence. For some of our group, like the nerds Nester and Sheldon, thats not to difficult. Its not such a strain on me, but for Ced and his dad, well, theyve had plenty enough arguments with oversight committees to determine whether or not they were inebriated during their work, and a couple convictions got overturned because of the committees skepticism. So, Randy instituted an off-duty-only rule. We cant fight while drunk, its that simple. Good thing the two of them calm down when theyre drunk.
In any case, we were in a celebratory mood. Cory, Kip, Nester and I had just cleaned out a D.E. lair in Croatoa, and Kip and I were giving Cory a hard time about the aftermath.
So, Kip comes crashing through the ceiling in that new suit of his, I continue to explain, And he barely survives the plummet
Its those jet packs, man, Kip shook his head, Lately, Im wondering if Randy should have bought those things for us. Theyve been nothing but trouble.
But, Kip, Nester was drinking a soda, he didnt like alcohol, but enjoyed celebration, If you hadnt been that high in the air, you never would have generated the momentum needed to slam through that much earth. Heck, if it werent for that suit, Id have had to resurrect you from a splat!
Kip nodded and took a swig of his beer.
So, there he was, lying on the floor and groaning, I returned to the story, We werent too surprised he was there, just the method he used. Cory decided we needed the help and found out Kip and Nester were working together, so we called them in. Nester followed and hit Kip with some of that healing junk he uses
Specially designed nanites and microbes, Nester shrugged, Delivered on a beam of thermal radiation. Theyre incredibly effective.
Right, so, back to the story. Kip jumps up like a Rikti Monkey on crack! Screaming incoherently, he leaps at the nearest big boulder-looking monster and smashes it to bits with his foot! Meanwhile, Cory and I are tearing apart the ones that look to be made of grass and mushrooms. Those mushroom ones are annoying
I would think so, Cedric smiled, then ordered his drink, Uh That one. Champion Brew.
So, we wound our way down these caves, and were getting attacked left and right. Kip makes short work of the stone beasties and the crystal dudes, Cory and I take out the other types, and Nester keeps us all alive and breathing. Nester and I are S.K.ed up for this little misadventure, so were all getting credit from the authorities
Oh yeah, you want to cover that, the bartender chuckles, In my heroing days, forgetting something like that would bone ya in the end.
Right, I take a swig of my own beer before continuing, So, we got down to the big bossman of these critters Something called a Devoured
Yes, Cory intoned, A real-life Devoured, not lesser, not greater, but the standard type
The things look like hairless bulls made of plant and have a mask of tentacle-like roots Kipland Durj grimaced, took another drink and continued, Damn ugliest things Ive seen in this city.
As opposed to the Hydramen? his brother suggested.
Oh yeah, Kip nearly doubled over, Randy says we gotta pity them, but I just cant. Those damn things were a terror when I was trying to figure my way through Perez Park earlier in my career. But I guess I can see what he means. The little guys would be cute if they werent so damn ugly
Yeah-heah, Cedric clinked bottles with Kip and they drained them.
So, Kip and I really lay into this thing, but Cory goes and holds back Before long, Kip has broken the Devoureds right arm in two places, kicked one of its legs out from under it and I had stabbed my katana into its shoulder, pinning it to the ground. Just as were about to execute the ugly beast, Cory blasts us down.
I had to, he intoned as the room glared at him, Devoured are called Devoured for a reason. They are human beings who have been brainwashed and mutated with whatever serum Hamidon uses into the bizarre creatures that command his armies. Whats worse is running into a Greater Devoured, those are former heroes
Yeah, thats pretty much what he said there, I shrugged, Hes right, but we had just got done killing all those other D.E. monsters, so we were pretty high on adrenaline at that point.
I still kicked it in the head to knock it out, Kip said finally, which received some cheers from the other regulars, We just cant run the risk of one of those things reviving itself and going ape-shhhh just ape on us. See! Im not too drunk, yet!
Okay, okay, calm down, calm down, Cedric chuckled, Maybe you should drink some water, little guy. That cant be all. Where were you guys.
Salamanca, Nester replied.
Croatoa? Cedric croaked, But thats ghost territory! Witches, story-book monsters, a couple really big, scary thugs that like to wail on each other every couple of days These are the goons that run that zone. Id have believed the Circle got in there before the D.E.
They could have, Cory explained, The reason we were fighting the Devouring Earth in Salamanca was because of an artifact they had stolen from the Oranbegans. It turned out to be a crystal, specifically shaped into an octagonal eye. One half of it was black, the other half was green. One could hear the tormented souls of the Oranbegans victims trapped within and powering it.
Yeah, Nester sighed, The Circle of Thorns is a group of sick dastards
Wow, so that was it?
No, I chuckled, Then we had to leave the cave With the artifact in our possession. Now, I dont know if you guys know anything about magic, but usually, those attuned to it can sense it. This artifact was particularly powerful, but as we had no idea how to activate it, instead of diverting the attention of the nearby fey and witches, it attracted their attention.
They should have backed down like I told them to, Cory looked glum, Then Kip wouldnt have had to send so many of them to the other side.
I enjoy what I do, Kipland Durj grinned wickedly, and I do it well!
Yeah, that was all well and good when he was cutting down the deer men, the pumpkin heads and the mad gnomes, but when he went and attacked Corys harem, things got ugly.
Cedrics eyes bugged out at this and he started choking on his beer. He finally stared at our resident wizard and a huge grin split his face nearly in two.
Well, you little G-Pimp, the axe-swinging tanker laughed, So thats where you spend your down time! I bet youve got a number of those little cuties wrapped around your little finger! Well, that or
Enough! the room got cold as Cory got irritated (odd, I would have expected the opposite effect), I have nothing but the utmost respect for the Cabal. They have good intentions for Salamanca, they just need to learn how to work with the authorities and calm down. I earned their attention in the mission that earned me this hat
He demonstrated by pulling a stiff, black and red leather hat from under his cape. How he keeps things there is beyond me. Of course, hes not the only one who has weird things about him. Sometimes, I wonder why Cedric talks to himself when fighting, eating, sleeping And he never puts down that axe. Its always on him
Oh yeah, came a gruff voice at the entrance to the bar.
This was followed by a crescendo of Randy! Zeke! and (from the Durj boys and Cedric) Dad! The two big men stood in the doorway and were busy putting their coats on the hangers. They were an odd contrast, these two. Randy, large, bulky and bearing a grizzled beard to match his wild hair, towered over Ezekiel Durj, who was no small man himself. However, Zeke, despite being older than Randy, had much smoother skin, as if his years in Kingdale hadnt been nearly as rough on him. His hair was no less gray for it, though.
Katie Hannon needed rescuing again, huh? Randy chuckled, I got a friend who did that a couple months ago. He got a hat just like that out of the deal. It looks so crazy, a witchs hat like that on a big guy like him Picture me wearing that.
In a few beers, we wont have to, Zeke laughed.
Aw, jeez I moaned, Now I gotta tell the story all over!
No no, Randy waved me off, Finish for these guys, Ill get the rest later from your communicator logs. Wheres Sheldon and Sarah?
Snuffy went to Pocket D, Kip answered, She said she had a date with Joe tonight.
Joe Durnan, Randy grunted, That kids getting on my nerves in ways he cant imagine
Ease up, Randy, Zeke calmed him down with a hand on Greys shoulder, Sarahs got to live her life, and Joes a good kid. Hell make a good cop.
I dont want my daughter marrying a cop
I think Sheldons working on a new batch of those weird little robots of his, Nester informed Randy, Said hes taking into consideration the public opinion of army builders, so hes limiting his machines to just a hundred.
Hm Randy shook his head, I hope they work only like he says. If any more turn out like the one I found him working on Thats another oversight committee we gotta deal with
Jeez
We sat in silence for a moment until Cedric finally piped up, So, howd you guys deal with the witches?
Oh yeah Well, we got out of the cave, we fought off a bunch of those critters that are constantly warring through Crow-town and then the Cabal tried to stop us. Apparently, this Raven wanted the artifact. We werent willing to part with it, and she expected that, so she gathered together a small army of her fellow Cabalists to try to take it from us by force.
Force Kip rolled his eyes, Yeah I think she had other methods in mind
Zeke arched his eyebrow at us, Such as?
I have problems dealing with the Cabal, alright! Cory almost shouted, It doesnt help that theyre mostly attractive women, or that we have a multitude of capabilities in common, or that I understand them in ways most other heroes dont
Problems Randy chuckled, I see So, you guys had to K.O. Cory so he didnt give up the toy?
Nah, Kip said between peanuts, he handled himself very well. Give Cory a situation where he can put something ahead of his own interests, and hes perfectly fine. Nesters the same way.
Hey!
And thats pretty much how the rest of the night went, each of us jabbing at each other with insults, puns and set-ups. In the end, Nester drove Cedric, Kip and me to our apartment building. Randy and Zeke took a cab to their homes, and Cory wound up going to pocket D when he got a call from Snuffy about some sort of odd emergency. All in all, it was a good night to get drunk and have some good times with good friends. I hope Snuffys okay -
Fantastically written story, Lighthouse. It should do well to place you among the pantheon of heroes the rest of us aspire to become.
-
I shake my head sadly as the cave smolders behind me. The Devouring Earth are a menace in this city, and the Oranbegans, or the Circle of Thorns as most heroes know them, are no mere nuisance. Throw them together, and you're left with a powderkeg complete with its own book of matches.
My name is Cory Simmons. I'm a wizard, adept in the arts of thermodynamics. I specialized my abilities in high-impact fire-craft and close-range cooling. By hero terms, this makes me a "fire/ice blaster." Blaster... Such a crude term for the effort that goes into my work.
Lately, I had been investigating the Circle and the Devouring Earth simultaneously. This last fight, though, they came at odds with each other. It was something about the Devouring Earth breaking into Oranbega, and the wizards were quite unprepared. I did my best to stay out of the conflict, but I never really took any lessons in stealth, so the fights often wound up involving me, anyway.
Before I knew it, many of the wizards had fled, and most of the walking plants and rocks lay smoldering at my feet.
"Azuria?" I projected mentally into the Aether, "Did any of the M.A.G.I. mystics catch any of that last battle I was in?"
"Mr. Simmons?" came the reply, "Why, yes... they say that you should look into Salamanca, next."
"Croatoa? But that's the Cabal's territory. The monsters there wouldn't allow... The Devouring Earth got something from the Oranbegans, didn't they?"
"Indeed, although nobody is quite sure what it is. I believe you should focus your search in eastern Salamanca, in the Misty Wood. There seems to be a peculiar disturbance there."
Hm... I figure I'll be more likely to find Fir Bolg than Devouring Earth. The Croatoa monsters hold Salamanca, and for a reason. Most of the other villain groups would never even consider going there. However, if the Devouring Earth got a hold of a magic relic that allowed them access to that zone... The possibilities of being able to operate out of there sent a chill down my spine.
I made my way to the Green Line and purchased a ticket for Coratoa. Sadly, the local populace has taken to calling that besieged town by it's forsaken name. It's not Croatoa, yet, but the citizens of Paragon see it as a foregone conclusion.
"Nester," I call through my communicator, "I'm making my way to Salamanca. Would you like to come with me?"
"And run into some of my old professors?" he called back, I think I overheard the sounds of battle on his end, "Sorry, Cor. I think i'd rather get shot by Council troops than have to listen to their lectures about how I'm letting my education go to waste. Good luck, though, man."
I sigh as the train arrives and I'm whisked out of Talos Island and am well on my way to finishing this little "quest." I can't wrap my head around why the Devouring Earth would attack the Oranbegans for magic relics. The plant monsters are scientific mutations. Most heroes are still unsure about their origins, but it's clear they are by far not magically created.
My arrival in Salamanca is uneventful. My travels through the Misty Wood are met without ambush or incident. I've been through this village before. The denizens here know to leave well-enough alone.
I witness a group of Tuatha de Danaan overwhelm a group of Fir Bolg and a ctach soemthing behind them. It appeared to be a patch of blonde hair, but surrounded by mud and sticks. I flew over to investigate.
"Excuse me," I said as I passed through the small war without the combatants even registering my existence, "Do you need hel-"
"Cory!" Matthew McGinty, or Mad Matt as he likes to be called, leapt from the bushes he was hiding behind and embraced me in a hug, "I'm so glad somebody found me! I am madly outclassed here!"
"Matthew," I intoned, "Sit back down, please, before youa ttract unwanted attention. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I've been trying to catch up to the other heroes in Grey's Army..."
"And you came here to prove yourself? The Freedom Phalanx and Longbow hardly reward stupidity and foolishness, my friend."
"I know that," he snapped, causing me to check if the fighters behind me noticed, "I signed on with a group that said they could help me prove myself. If I put a few higher class bad guys under my belt, I'm sure to get promoted faster!"
"While this is technically true," I replied quietly, hoping my example would rub off on him, "The authorities aren't going to promote you faster for just being a member of a higehr class group. You have to be able to prove you personally can handle the challenge. Besides, you don't want any of your own investigations to run wild without your attention, right?"
"Yeah," Matt grumbled.
"So... Why are you here? Where is the team you were with?"
"Oh... it fell apart. The boss had personal things to do, I guess he had to take his kid to school or something, and the healer got called by her super group to help out with some other fight. They were cool and polite, I didn't blame them for heading out. The other two in the team, though, they can-"
"Language," i interrupted, "Please."
"They refused to help me get back to the Green line, so I quit the team and have been hiding here, since."
"Very un-hero-like behavior," I intoned, "And most unprofessional. Sadly, you are likely to run into many more of that arrogant type of hero during the tenure of your career. Great powere breeds great irresponsibility."
"You said it," Matt sighed, "Hey, Cor, you don't mind providing a fellow Army man an escort to the train, do you?"
"I'll do you one better, my friend," I smiled as I plugged the codes into my communicator that asked him to register as my teammate. How the city's network registers these things instantaneously is beyond me. After he accepts, I punch in the code that the city calls "Sidekick" and, upon his acceptance of the invitation, he's qualified to receive credit for his next set of arrests.
"Okay," I told him, "Here's what we need to find. There should be a cave around here somewhere that has Devouring Earth in it... They should be here in the Misty Wood..."
"Devouring Earth, he stroked his chin, "Let me guess, walking plants?"
"Yes," I reply, "But they'll be lacking the pumpkin heads of the Fir Bolg..."
"Oh..." Matt stopped approaching the fighting fey and sheathed his sword, "Well, there went my idea... Well, there is another thing..."
"Yes?"
"I saw a group of weird critters pass through here, down this path, a little while ago. Everywhere they went, it seemed as if the pumpkinheads up there in those trees seemed to pointededly look away from."
"How weird?"
"Oh yeah, Croatoa, so I guess weird is in the eye of the beholder..."
"Matt."
"Yeah, the critters... they looked like the pumpkinheads, but without heads, and they were taller... I thought the first might have been Eochai or something until I saw he had no head..."
"Eochai usually doesn't haunt this wood, either," I confirmed, "They went down this path?"
We made our way through the woods, passing several Tuatha hunting parties as we went. Matt shuddered when he saw them. One actually tried to stop and question us, but I quickly disabused their Bres of the notion.
"I guess he thought I don't belong out here," Matt whispered.
"Neither do they," I replied coldly, "Ireland is their home. Native American spirit gods are supposed to have these lands claimed. Unfortunately, Disapora has proven to be more catastrophic to the tenebrous mystical situation than anybody could ever guess."
"I hear ya," Matthew sounded as if he genuinely understood.
"This must be the place."
One tree stood out from the rest in the Misty Wood. Where the Salamancan deciduous vegetation was in a perpetual state of "Autumn," this one bore bright green leaves. A Red Cap fell from one of the branches and lay where he fell, twitching and choking for air. Matt and I peered into the foliage, looking for what may have harmed him.
"It wasn't any creature," a small voice said behind us. We turned about, Matt drawing his sword, I just calmly gazed at the (relatively) young Cabal witch.
She was cute, as many of the adepts and initiates are. One just had to remember, however, that these pretty "girls" were a couple centuries older than they should have been. I placed my hand on Mad Matt's shoulder, signaling him to sheathe his blade.
"I know you want to fight, my older friend, but that time is not yet upon us."
Grumbling, he complied and we turned our attention to the witch.
"What are you doing here... Miss?"
"You can call me Raven."
"How original..." Matt grumbled again. It was not unnoticed, however, and he quickly found himself zapped in the behind. I chuckled at this, which drew his glare.
"Show some respect," I chastised, "besides, I'm not the one you should be angry at. The young miss here is the one adept at using lightning. You know where my skills lie."
"Actually, I'm a sorceress, Warlock Simmons," Raven replied, "And I thank you for attempting to teach your friend here the proper respect to one of my order. However, I will administer my own lessons on your friend from here on if he continues with his belligerence."
"I get it!" Matt suddenly shouted, "Cripes! You could've just said to shut up! I'll be quiet... I apologize. Please, continue."
"Thank you," Raven smiled at us, "I've been assigned to this project in the recent weeks. It seems the Devouring Earth have set up a base here, under this particular tree. that Red Cap you witnessed dying was killed, not by any kind of attack as you would imagine, but by the simple lack of magic in this tree."
"I see," I stroked my beard as I looked back at the strange vegetation, "If this continues... all of Salamanca could be overrun, the mystical elements driven out... but at the cost of turning this place into Hamidon's new playground."
"Indeed," Raven sighed, "And the Devouring Earth wouldn't just drive us out with this attack. They'd slowly choke our life away."
"Well," Matt drew his blade and approached the tree, "Let's cut the damn thing down, burn it out of the ground or whatever! Let's get down to the source of this thing and yank out what the D.E. have brought here!"
"Your friend is crude," Raven leaned close to me, I was made a little uncomfortable by how her hand held my own, "But he may be effective in assisting you in this endeavor. I understand your magic works different from most other magicians..."
"Yes..." I gulped in some air before continuing, "My magic is a careful harnessing of my soul's energy. It requires no external source, such as the Aether or the permeating energies here in Salamanca..."
"Excellent," Raven pointed down the hill, "There should be a cave down there that leads to the roots of this tree. Inside the cave you will find the Devouring Earth, and they will attempt to stop you from removing them from our protectorate..."
She turned me so I would be looking into her eyes, "Would you please take care of this problem for the Cabal?"
"Um..." I could barely get the words straight in my head. I fear the younger Durj brother may be right, and I'm far too polite for my own good.
"It's why we were here in the first place, Bird Lady," Matt bounded down the hill before another bolt could catch him in the butt and make his already wild hair stand even more on end.
"Hm..." Raven watched him go for a moment before turning back to me, "You need to come by here more often, Warlock Simmons. I know we Cabal members may seem cold and indifferent, but we can be quite warm and... hospitable, if we're properly inclined."
I blinked a couple times at her before she left with a wink and a smile. Then, as I heard Matt screaming that the Red Caps were after him, I flew down the hill to defend him. We had a mission to complete, and we couldn't afford to waste any more time.