Paradigm_Shift

Cynic's feet slammed into the armored door, buckled, and the Commander wound up with his face smashing against the blockade. Gravity then grabbed hold and dragged him to the ground, seeing fit to tug at his head first for some odd reason and have it smash into the floor.

Through his eyes, everything was a haze. He could still hear perfectly well though.

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"Do you mind?" the unseen voice questioned con Vulse haughtily as the doctor teetered by, "I am trying to open this door..."

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Cynic managed to glimpse the red armored figure, who looked a bit like a strawberry with his fuzzed-over vision.

The only warning con Vulse and the invisible stranger got before the explosive shot impacted the pad and, naturally, exploded, were the 10 zillion swear words being suddenly shouted at them from Cynic's odd position on the floor.

Speaking of, has anyone heard from Quietus? I've been bugging him about our next segment for a while now and haven't heard a peep from him.

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Cham, employing living toxic goo men against a chemical disaster man and a bio-organic frostvine alien is not going to work.

That, and the hydra are just misunderstood and confused creatures who need to be treated with respect. They are sentient and aware, and we've been shamelessly exterminating them just for existing. I find it odd that they started attacking on sight on coming through the portal.

The arbiter could clearly see Silver Meniscus' eyes narrow in fury as he spoke. Her right arm curled forward and dark energy visibly gathered along it, seething and roiling more violently by the second. The arbiter would recognise the signs of something similar to Ghost Widow's soul snipe attack. The woman was trying to snipe him. Was she stupid? Or was she banking on him being distracted by what had just happened to the medical teleporter?

The bloody mist faded in 3 seconds. Cynic, untouched by his own weapon, leapt through the remains of the storm while it lasted, across the hallway and out the door, trying to kick Julia in the stomach with an acrobatic jump kick. He also had his staff sweeping in an arc vertically over his head, aimed at Julia's skull with a charge of high magnitude stunning energy coursing through it. All without touching the floor.

"This was my NICE helmet!" She thought she heard the demented blaster hiss.

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Doctor con Vulse stood at the edge of the field of death, shaking his head. Suddenly he heard the voice of his invisible nuisance and his eyes narrowed. The Doctor leapt through the storm, excepting the stinging hits as he went, aiming to tackle the man on the spot in his distraction.

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The Doctor was probably pleased to see the field of death melt away right before he entered it.

OOC:

Uh...Nothing.

Let me check to see if I missed something.

*scans*

Nope. I can promise you, with some satisfaction, that there is no plot. ^.^ Have a lei and join in the fun.

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*Breaks the forth wall*

Cynic: anybody want kag? ^.^

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RoA is a targetted attack, and it is the best nuke in the game, at least in my opinion. Recharge in the 60s, normal nuke damage, and no crash of any kind.

The reason I chose this was because of the damage ticks that RoA uses, and because I've been watching way too much Bleach. In any case, I probably should have been clearer above. The storm is meant to vanish in about 3 seconds, which I neglected to mention. I'm sorry. >.<

SIMULPOST SHOWDOWN!!!!!!!

Warewolves, purchase one at your local Radioshack today! Batteries not included, ages 18+ through dismemberment.

Cynic's Night staff exploded in a storm of neon red, starting as a small little ball and expanding into a tornado. Anyone who looked closely would see that the huge energy storm was really just an uncountable number of small energy razors, easily numbering well above the trillions. It was a rain of sharp pointy death, and it filled and swirled throughout the entire hallway. Each razor, although smaller than the head of a pin, carried enough explosive force in it to tear apart a tank. It was aimed at Julia, so she found herself right in the epicenter of the enormous assault.

Julia wasn’t the only one in danger though, because the storm of red stuff was crashing against the walls and rebounding, filling the corridor and spreading. The attack was a targeted move, the Night staff filling all available space at the targeted location, so anybody in medium proximity of either Cynic or Julia were going to be attacked as well.

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Rain of Arrows, for those of you who didn’t catch it.

Either forum is fine. Just because my posts were villain-side doesn't mean you shouldn't post hero-side.

Although villain-side would be convenient.

Also, Masonic, I believe Mr_Grey is still looking for a partner.

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Yes, but both that post and your previous post happened in a very short period chronologically, to me at least, it seems like there was almost no pause between attacks. That or a very small one. I think Soviet is firing AFTER you shoot your single arrow.

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Written with Acanous_Quietus

BIC:

[u]Roses and Rainbows[u]

The red rays of sunset pierced in through cracks in a cave wall, painting the cavern's contents an eerie crimson.
Not that they wouldn't have been anyways, as tonight, Death stalked the cavern.

The Circle of Thorns had been minding their own business, so far as they ever do, really, when the Arachnos strike team descended. They had taken a flier, and used it's impressive Plasma batteries to bore a hole through the side of the mountainous island wall into the corridors of ancient Oranbega.

Circle mages, of course, do not take kindly to this sort of incursion. Two Death Mages, a handful of Ice Thorn casters and an escort of Guards immediately poured through the network of tunnels towards the offending flier.

Oddly, no Arachnos troops had yet descended.
The mages, angered and unsure, sent a volley of dark energies at the hovercraft's hatch. Necrotic powers pried the doors apart. It was dark inside the hold. One of the Thorn casters ventured forward at a signal given from an elder mage. Creeping towards the door, he began chanting under his breath. A thick Skein of Ice covered his body. He got all the way up to the broken doors before looking inside.
Sighing, he turned around.
"Empty." he breathed.

The Death mages were confused. Surely Arachnos wouldn't attack them unprovoked, send one of their expensive fliers, for no reason. That's when something caught the thorn caster's attention. A moan from inside, as quiet as a breeze, as fetid as an old grave.
"Braaaiiins..."
He turned just in time to see the pallid hand reach out from beneath the flier, grab his ankles, and pull him screaming out into the twilight. He dropped down the side of the wall, and his screaming was cut short with a wet crunch.

Shadows began playing along the inside of the cavern walls, and torches guttered and went out. The telltale sound of teleportation signaled the arrival of Arachnos' forces, and the scream of a tortured soul began the skirmish.

***

Inside an Arachnos base some 3 miles away, Vernon von Grun grinned over a monitor, as Magus Mu'Drakhan floated silently behind him.

"Today marks a new era for SCIENCE!" he cackled, "The field test of our new 'Recycled' Soldiers has started off Brilliantly! Even if it fails, I can still use this new research gleaned from adding Magic to Technology. Recluse will promote me for sure!" The Mu Mystic didn’t even acknowledge his colleague’s ranting, his eyes glued to the monitor.

"Even so, I detect a presence..."

All communications and visual feed of the scene suddenly cut off into static in response to the nosy Mu Mystic poking his nosy nose where it didn’t belong.

***

Back in the cave, the attack was still going smoothly. The Arachnos troops hadn’t even realized communications with high command had been cut off, and the last of the mages were just now being executed with cold efficiency. They started to realize something was wrong once all their electronic equipment started to malfunction. The air crackled, and little bursts of cobalt static bounced along the ground.

Two rooms away, a large, thin piercing white line, like a pole, shot down from the ceiling of the cavern, hitting the floor and then expanding like a pool. The beam disappeared, having ‘poured’ down into the room, and figures arose from the pool, spawned from pure light, so it seemed. The light snapped off, and the pool of radiance vanished with it, leaving Commander Cynic and 6 battle drones where it had been. The Commander had a large, five foot long staff of inky black metal at hand, tipped with a white, glittering crystal. His 6 drones were equivalent to the normal drones most robotics masterminds of the Rogue Isles used, 3 battle drones, 2 protector drones, and 1 assault bot.

To the Arachnos group, it seemed like something like an EMP pulse had just gone off from somewhere inside the cave. And because somebody started speaking in a loud, blaring voice that could have woken the dead and knocked them out again, the source was obvious.

The Commander spoke in a crude, loud and brash voice that also spoke a lot about his age. Old, that is to say. “So this is the Arch-nose base? Looks like things have gone south for them since last time I was here. Caves and stone and crap?”

“No Commander, it looks like our insertion missed its target destination by over 16 miles.” One of the Protector bots said helpfully. “And chronologically, we are 21/365/7665 before our last insertion.”

“Great chow and stuff, looks like the [censored] cheapskates short-changed us yet again. Remind me to air strike Hyperbole’s office when we get back.” The Commander growled. “Now where are we...?"

***

The flier crashed down the side of the mountain, following the path the poor circle mystic had taken in a comic parody of 1980's cartoons. Meanwhile, the regular Arachnos troops had been rendered helpless. Even the lights on their helmets had gone dark, leaving the fading light from outside the only illumination. One among them, however, stood calm and stoic, despite the sparks now flying from his eyes.
Evincar silently appraised the situation, then walked directly toward the Commander, his zombies shambling with him- neither following nor leading.

"Well, I never thought I'd see a man more ready for the grave than I, but you sir, seem to be up to the challenge." He looked over his shoulder toward the regular troops, head tilted at an awkward angle.
"Captain, we have an X-factor. Please advise."

One of the Arachnos regulars, clad in purple, waved him off.
"The mission remains the same. Proceed to the Thorn Tree. Eliminate all opposition."

Cracking his neck back into place, Evincar looked straight into Cynic's eyes, his own sallow yellow eyes mostly hidden by gouts of flame.
"Well then, are you opposition?"

Cynic slowly took out a cigar, lit it by striking it against the head of one of his battle drones, and put it to his mouth-only to have it bonk off his face plate. “I’m in charge here, solider.” He growled, trying his best to ignore the falter. “Arbiter Cynic is ordering you to stand down.”

The enchantments and technology that kept Evincar alive- well, a parody of alive, anyhow- also served to bind him. There was a computer memory with a ranking hierarchy installed in his Command and Tactics subsystem (CATS), directly interfaced with his brain.
The rank of Arbiter had been given out to quite a few people. Most of these Lord Recluse didn’t want the outside world to know about. As a result, none of the names were actually listed. This would normally present an Arachnos agent with a problem, requiring command codes and secret passwords or somesuch to ensure that someone wasn't simply *Pretending* to be an arbiter.

However, as Ghost Widow could tell you, belonging to Arachnos was not simply a job. It went deeper. To the soul. Evincar's Mu bindings were enough to verify Cynic's claim, as flabbergasted as they had left the Arachnos captain behind him.

The zombies straightened, almost in mechanical fashion, as they gave a salute.

"Identity confirmed. What are your orders, Commander?"

The Commander threw the cigar down to the ground and smote it with his foot. It sounded oddly crunchy. “I could actually use a bit of background noise, go ahead and chop down the mean green machine back there. I need to take care of some last-minute preparations. Once you’re done, just come on back. I’ll be waiting. Oh, and before ya go off, where the hell are we?”

"We are on Thorn Isle, in the Nerva archipelago."
The caped zombie gestured, and his cadre of the undead began slinking off into the tunnel behind the Commander.

Screams shortly followed.

Cynic grunted in affirmation as they left. “K then. Dane, configure for extreme range transmission.” One of the battle drones that he had arrived with suddenly folded up like a giant Transformers toy and sprouted something a bit like a satellite dish and a small monitor. The Commander quickly typed a series of commands into his wrist gauntlet, which must have been linked to the setup in front of him. The screen fuzzed with static, and a figure came into view.

“Hyperbole, we need to talk.” He said menacingly, tapping another button on his gauntlet marked ‘Remote Air Strike.’

***

Deeper into the caverns they slinked, lurking through the winding corridors. If Evincar were capable of true worry, he'd be worried right now. Ever since the initial skirmish, he hadn’t sighted so much as a single Circle initiate. Since he hadn’t, he simply proceeded with all the caution one who had no regard for his own existence could muster. Which wasn't much, really.

Coming out of the dark tunnels and into the glow of torchlight, Evin stood across from a waterfall. The reason for the lack of circle mages became immediately apparent in the form of a group of heroes. They stood in the pool, five in number. Evincar's internal scanners began calculating threat level.

***

"Man, I can't believe those noobs, dropping against what, 4 villains? Do we really have to wait for them to get all the way back from Independence port?" a young blaster, clad in black and gold armor whined.

"Nah, we can get to the tree and wait there." an older hero replied, already mounting the stairs to another tunnel.

"Hey, could be worse. I heard some noob scrapper couldn't even handle his own safeguard in Steel earlier today, had to get another tanker to help him and everything." said a big, burly tank of a man clad in Blue and Black.

Evincar got an easy scan of three of the heroes. Future Flare, Angus MacGinnie, and Sno Plow. Two blasters and a tank. With three of their number "Coming back", he could assume they had lost their support. Even so, he did not care for the number disadvantage. His common sense, rotted as it was, told him to wait for the heroes to expend themselves against the Thorns guarding the tree. He would pick off stragglers as they went, and hopefully the heroes would blame it on Circle mystics.

Restraining his cackle of glee was difficult. It really wasn't often that Heroes ventured into the isles, despite Longbow's attempts to the contrary.

***

Cynic was EXTREMELY delighted at what he was watching on the little monitor that his drone had transformed into. He was laughing so hard he was probably crying beneath his helmet, and he was already bent over and audibly gasping for breath. What he was laughing at wasn’t obvious-The monitor just showed a scene of continuous explosions and a fuzzy, low quality background crackle that might have been a scream.

“Sno Plow, that you?” Echoed a voice.

’The hell?’ Cynic thought, his mind instantly snapping to attention. It was either time to fight or shove more pesky Arachnos from the room, and he doubted it was the latter.

But he couldn’t stop laughing!

He choked as he struggled to activate his Night Staff’s secondary combat functions, such as shielding. Two things struck: The first being he was running out of air due to laughing so hard, and second, that wasn’t really fair considering that he didn’t smoke. The ‘cigars’ were really pretzel sticks that looked like cigars at range, and were kept purely for the moment-or a quick snack.

When he saw who stepped into the room, he started choking.

“YOU!” Hissed a voice. Emerging from a side passage was a hero-He had probably gotten separated from his group by accident. He was tall, walking hologram man. His body was composed of rainbow swirls and sunshine, devoid of any other features. In all appearances, he was an energy melee/super reflexes scrapper by the moniker Ether Masque.

Cynic knew better than that.

“My…line…” Cynic gasped for air, still laughing his [censored] off and unable to stop.

Ether Masque, instead of immediately lurching into scrapper-lock like any good scrapper, turned high-tail and ran.

“Get!...Back!...Here!” Cynic choked, recovering and chasing the phantasm down the rocky halls.

***

The Heroes had gone through a portal. Evincar had followed. Only four of their number had regrouped and continued on. Evincar absentmindedly wondered what had happened to the fifth.
A silent command to one of his Grave Knights had his rear guarded, just in case the scrapper came back. Meanwhile, the Heroes were dealing with a large group of Thorn Mages. Sno was covered in a much thicker layer of ice than that of the thorn casters, Flare was literally on fire, and Angus had activated some sort of cloaking device.

Taking stock of his options, Evincar selected a target from down the hall and around a corner, using one of his expendable zombies to sight for him.
Grasping the ancient Mu magics that coursed through him, he bent time and space slightly, teleporting the young blaster into the middle of his horde.

"What the?" Flare managed to get out before a Grave Knight's sword sliced neatly into his collarbone.
Screaming, he let loose with a barrage of fire that left the zombie naught but ash.

That would have been enough, had it not been for the 5 other zombies now scratching, biting, and hurling gobs of necrotic energy at him.
Evincar cackled as he shot a Paralytic poison at the Blaster. The color began draining out of his face.

Struggling to move, Flare managed to vaporize another zombie before he dropped to the floor. Zombies dog piled on him as the EMT kicked in, transporting him to Independence Port before Evincar could properly finish him off.

From the room, the sounds of combat had faded.

***

"Where's Flare?" Angus asked. Plow just shrugged. "Probably ran off to take on the next group. impetuous kids do that."

***

Cynic chased his glowing rainbow prey down the twisting halls of Oranbega, shouting and spitting and swearing all the way. He couldn’t gain any ground, but he wasn’t losing any either. He always could just catch sight of his foe flashing around the next corner or bend. Following Ether Masque around yet another curve, Cynic expected to see another one. What he did not expect was to walk into a hallway filled with landmines that had been recently planted.

Once all the noise had quieted down and the smoke had cleared, all of Cynic’s drones had been reduced to useless piles of blown apart metal. The Commander had, thankfully, been blown straight back by the first explosion and out of the resulting storm of explosive power.

“Boom, [censored]!” Chuckled Solid Point, the assault rifle wielding, booby trapping praetorian counterpart of the villain Hollow Point. “Really, who’s stupid enough to run in a circle through the same 4 corridors over and over again while I set up as many traps as I please elsewhere?”

“I’ll be the first to admit I’m not too bright,” Cynic grunted as he picked himself up and dusted off. “But neither are people who set off heavy explosives in an underground cavern.”

The ceiling caved in.

“Boom, [censored]!” Cynic chuckled. He resummoned his drones, taking plenty of time, and got them to clear most of the rubble away. Solid Point had been buried beneath the rubble, still alive, not quite injured enough for his medi-porter to whisk him away. The same couldn’t be said for Ether Masque, who wasn’t to be found. After sending the blaster on his way with a solid smack to the forehead, Cynic considered what he had seen.

His target was supposed to be over 1000 miles away, in Paragon City. But one of his lackeys had been HERE, in Nerva of all places…Why?

OOC:

Demented Cynic, not to be confused with Commander Cynic, is a blaster and technically a villain.

Julia's Plasma streams hit Cynic's staff with no effect. All weapons were built to be durable. The Night staff was as well. It would take a lot more firepower than Julia, Cynic, or everyone in the building combined to crack the weapon.

Cynic had finished charging his attack, by the looks of it, and was adding the finishing touches by building up and taking aim with the staff.

"Save it, daisy sunshine." Cynic growled at Julia as he got up. There was a large nasty crack across his face plate. "I'm going to [censored] your world up."

His Night staff began to hum, clearly audible over the ruckus the drones were creating. Meaning very loud. Cynic was charging it up for something BIG.

Jake never found out what happened to Silver Meniscus after her encounter with his force bubble, because she vanished. The Arbiter, turning to deliver his kinetic attack, found nothing to attack there, the kinetic blast passing through the area the stalker had occupied without hitting anything.

"Surprise."

Silver Meniscus performed another Eclipse, aimed at the Arbiter's heart, from point blank range. The assassin had either retreated to the statue herself before the Arbiter, or she had noticed where he was going and beaten him there. He found a killing blow headed his way while he was still in mid-jump, where he had intended to find sanctuary.

Jake found he had problems. His Acidic missiles had worked very well on the single knife he had chosen to exterminate, but the knives were regrouping. A Blade of Artemis was shouting at the Malta sappers still in comission to open fire at the drones now that the Arbiter was no longer out in the open and couldn't deflect the bio-feedback energy with his kinetic blasts. Others were pulling out web grenades, tossing them with the idea of gluing Jake and his bots down by their shields.

And the Hands were throwing exploding shurikan, not at Jake this time, but at his drones.

Is getting there.

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Hey, it's cool man. Have a lei and enjoy the ride. ^.^

BIC:

As Cynic smashed his fists into Julia's defense, he immediately tried to press the offensive, leaving himself open, which is why Julia's kick succeeded, knocking the commander back at the wall behind him. Right before hitting, he recovered with acrobatic grace, landing on the vertical surface as if it were horizontal.

"Hah!" He shouted.

Then he fell flat on his face. Falling to the floor with a heavy thud and a nasty smashing noise as his helmet hit the ground, Cynic still somehow retained his punctual combat reflexes and had the Night staff firing off a stunning bolt of solid, but almost harmless kinetic mass at Julia that would send her through the looking glass, out the wall behind it, and right back down the rabbit hole.

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Julia and Cynic aren't in the room anymore, and are a good story above the Pest-man.

Cynic leapt into action, firing two snap bolts from his Night Staff at Julia to match her streams, the opposing forces colliding in the air. He then slung his staff across his back and mimicked Julia perfectly, by leaping at her with both his fists wrapped in overcharge energy from his staff as he attempted to punch her.

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((actually if i understand it right...any level is good, just dont blow up the city....so bladewing cant use his city/planet destroying black holes, soviet's people cant go making cobalt bombs and tacticle nukes....and if chameleon comes in he cant have EnergonX go mega-boom.))

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OOC

Correct.

Demetrius Hobbes dreamed of laughing shadows wearing masks, of balls and operas with specters who lurked in every shadow and chuckled as he passed.

’You are what some might call a hypocrite.’ One masked figure, dancing upon a pillar in the clouds high above, crackling with lightning and bathing in twilight. ’You seek revenge, but against whom? The very people you work for? Yourself? Your loved ones? Why do you not strike out at your enemies? Those who would discard you without a second though? Those who loved but now reject you? Act! Revenge is something worthy of appreciation.’

Demetrius Hobbes dreamed of vast scorched wastelands, ruins of cities, where green mist dwelled and the land was circular, the permanent effect of an impact that had presumably happened not too long ago. Mutated abominations dwelled in the ashes of the past, lunging into the future with hatred and wrath. A sad, pale and shivering woman cried and screamed at him from the depths of a pit filled with death.

’You are a monster! Your actions condemn you! You were supposed to be justice, truth, law! You are the opposite! You are wicked, deceptive, anarchy! You tear down the order of peace and replace it with war, fueling its fires with promises and responsibility! A day will come. A day when you will be surrounded by your own death and despair, and you will be as crushed as those you have destroyed. There will come soft rains.’

Demetrius Hobbes dreamed of a strange world where there was no difference between horizon and sky. People wore the same clothes all the time, and mailboxes and garbage cans were omnipotent. A man wearing a trench coat with a ponytail stopped on the perfectly square sidewalk to talk to him.

’Wow, where did you get the nifty helmet? Is that clothing you have to buy downtown? Hey wait, what’s with the staff? Are you cheating? Are you the repo man in disguise? Get away from me! Wait, is your star sign Cancer? No? Rubidubidah, I’ll never be able to swap out my personality points. Oops! Did I say that aloud? Hey wait, come back! I had the best intentions! Did you?

…Did I say something wrong? :’(‘

Commander Cynic awoke to the noise of his helmet’s internal alarm blaring like a klaxon. He noticed that his faceplate was set to opaque and there was a message in white bold letters pasted there.

Go to code 3@|2+|-| at 03/07/08, 365/12/4. Target |\/|1|<3 @||*|-|@ $13|2|2@ |<1|0 has been spotted physically in geographical location: Paragon City, Steel Canyon.

Orders:

Quarantine Steel Canyon, eradicate all possible hosts for |\/|1|<3 @||*|-|@ $13|2|2@ |<1|0. Cleanse the immediate area. Repeat for the following geographical locations within Paragon City: Independence Port, Perez Park, Atlas Park, Siren’s Call, Baumtown.

Authorization and Resources Granted: FULL.

Cynic blinked. Then grinned, yawned, cleared his face plate of the annoying message, and tried to go back to sleep.

“Nice try. It’ll take better than that to get me up in the morning.” He muttered.

I WILL KICK.

YOUR [censored].

WITH ALL 4 HOOVES.

GET UP.

NOW.

Cynic cracked an eye open.

“[censored] serious?”

Surprise surprise captain oblivious. This is not a [censored] drill. We are beyond the [censored] glass window with the myrrh and crap. This is serious. Do it, do it now, or I will call the Twilight Men on you.

Cynic wiped his faceplate of everything, deactivated its tinting on the inside, and went to work.

***

In what could have been, what might have been, what might have been or has been, it was a nice day in Steel Canyon. Most of the villains had decided to take the day off because it was so nice. The sun was shining, with a few lazy white fluffy clouds out in the sky, The hellions were having a barbecue with some heroes even, while the fireman blew on his annoying whistle until somebody threw him over a balcony. *Annoying prat.* The outcasts helped to arrest J-Walkers and pull over cars that cut the broken red lights in an unexpected display of heroism. The Tsoo opened an almost totally completely legal public tattoo parlor with very fair and reasonable prices.

On the downside, Serge had tried to cook again. They never did find where that power line landed.

Then there was a Rikti invasion!

By the Traditionalist faction. They brought flowers. And gag mark 2 translators. And fish.

Then there was a Mayhem mission and everything went to hell. Only it wasn’t a Mayhem mission as such, really more of a Mayhem invasion. All around the zone, robot drones came out of nowhere and started begging for spare change, or abducted street hot dog vendors. A few made surfboards out of Clockwork oscillators. They hit on every tree and tossed pennies off of the tallest buildings for the lulz.

Throughout the zone there was around 10 seconds of feedback coming from the drones.

”…This thing on? Oh, good. Atte-Wait, what are you all doing!?!? How do I turn this thing off? And you thimble brains better be doing it RIGHT next time!”

The drones dropped what they were doing and began the offensive. Police drones malfunctioned and were swept away. The police department was stormed, as was Icon. The holes in the war walls for the trams exploded and collapsed from planted bombs. Barricades were established, and soon, the zone was filled to the nostrils with robotic drones that were either blocking off every entrance and exit of the zone, storming office buildings and banks, and just really taking control of the zone. Citizens were ignored except for when they tried to leave the zone, which resulted in being attacked. The sewer system wasn’t left out, the entire Steel Canyon section being flooded by drones and cleansed of its normal inhabitants.

The drones started their movement from the edges of the zone, the invasion spreading until it reached the center of the zone.

***

Thread Synopsis

This is my first open RP, decided to give the thing a whirl. This is an invasion of Steel Canyon, and through it, most of Paragon city by unknown persons for unknown reasons. Both heroes and villains are welcomed, actions in both the Rogue Isles and from within Paragon are fine. Standard rules apply, that means no auto-ing, no god moding. And for the more destructive of people out there, *you know who you are* NO NUCLEAR WARHEADS OR WMDs.

This is both a pilot thread for myself and just a ‘for the hell of it’ thread, just enjoy yourself if possible in the new environment.

***

[u]Blyde Square[u]

Positron and Valkyrie were both staring at a giant robot horde the likes of which the city had never seen since Brass Monday. The drones were swarming, randomly entering buildings or alleys, following a mysterious agenda. There seemed to be an invisible line around Positron’s area though.

“Remember, don’t cross the aggro line too early.” A protector drone told a squad of battle drones. “When we get the order, a ‘scape goat will be sent into his LoS to take the alpha, and then we’ll charge in.”

“Raymond…” Valkyrie said cautiously, sword drawn and eyes darting as she tried to keep an eye on every drone surrounding them at once.

“Hmm?” Positron said, applying more wax to his helmet.

“Uh…we have a problem?” Valkyrie said, winning the understatement of the year award.

Positron looked around, his eyes sweeping over the vast robot army surrounding the square. “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.” He announced.

“Excuse me? What about the huge robot army?”

“You mean the clockwork again? All that crap is gre-“

“Nono, I mean all the battle drones with the advanced weaponry who are on our level and who outnumber us 5 to 1 on all sides?”

“Hmm. Nope, I’m not seeing it here…”

A single assault drone suddenly charged the 2 heroes, crossing the invisible line the army of drones had, up until then, not crossed.

“Hey wait, is that your ‘drone army’ right there?” Positron said, pointing at the assault bot as it entered his line of sight. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take action. Can’t have mastermind drones in Paragon now, can we?”

Valkyrie face palmed. >.<

***

Throughout the rest of the zone, the drones were not gathered in such huge numbers. There were patrols of them every once in a while, and groups of them sometimes burst in or out of random buildings, but the main concentrations of them were at the zone exits, making sure nobody left or entered, and around Blyde Square.

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Sorry, must have read it wrong. Edited. Sorry for the Confusion. Have a lei. ^.^