Spell_Shield

Im pretty sure thats "I'M A <insert puff tailed example>! LOOK AT ME!!!!!!.... STOOOOOP LOOOKING AT MEEEEEEE WHYYY ARE YOU LOOKING AT MEEEEEEEEE!"

I have to agree with fans on this, CB isn't actually making this, its just a question, so heres my input:

Spell Shield-
Spell would likely do whatever he could to give the 'god' a rather banging headache and be generally a thorn in the side, he'd also probably attempt to break the bonds of control over people about the place.

Azarath-
Az considers himself above mortal concerns anyway, but another thing that thinks its above that would most likely get his back up, so its likely Az would go and kick up at the thing. Although if this is an alternate dimension it may end up making Az a hero...

Demonic Storm-
Dem would do as he always does in these situations, and go home.

Samuel D'brant-
As he has no mental or magical aspects Sam would end up being put under the influence of said entity.

Diamond Heart-
Probably crawl under a rock... or turn into one, either way.

And thats the lot, hope thats the sort of thing you wanted CB.

There was a knock at the door early morning at the Renaru family home in founders falls.

Erion 'Demonic Storm' Renaru opened the door to two men in black suits and sunglasses, Dem looked down at them.

"Mornin' Gentlemen, can I help?" He said in his calm voice

"We have a situation" one of the men said attempting to walk into his home only to be met by an invisible barrier.

"Mother didn't teach you manners clearly, do come in" Dem walked back from the door and down a corridoor ushering for the men to follow, he walked through a door and into the kitchen, where Fi, his wife currently pregnant with their second child and Orion Renaru their first born were sat.

"Please take a seat gentlemen" Dem said as the two sat looking a bit at Fi and Ori before looking back at their eight foot target.

"We have a situation we require your help with" the two said still eyeing him up.

"Firstly, if you have a problem with me or my family I suggest you leave it outside my door as I could kill you with a flick of the wrist... secondly, tell me more about this".

The two looked at eachother looking a bit unsure then spoke

Group Name: Midnight Patrol

Server/Game: Union/City of Heroes

Theme: Basically we're an offshoot of the midnighters themselves, a magic based group that see to the midnighters day to day patroling.

Webpage: None as of yet

Contacts: @Spell Shield or @ms Phantom

Usual Activities: This would include missions and Task forces relating to our plot lines, also helping eachother out when we need it and basically making sure the group is enjoyable for everyone in it.

Other Activities: Roleplaying at GG and Poket D of course

Background & Structure: The roup is a small division of Midnighters, working to assist the Midnight Squad in various pursuits across paragon. The groups main enemies are those of magic origins and the Rikti. The group was formed by Spell Shield and Ms Phantom (also the Super groups secretary) in order for the Midnight Squad to get a better foot hold on the streets of paragon and to have active members out and fighting for them.


Admission Notes/Requirements:
The group has a predominant magic theme to it, so mainly Magic based characters are welcome, we may make exceptions to this for some characters but as of yet it is unknown whether or not this will infact happen.
We are trying to keep the group to a small controlable number and on Phantoms request to make it like one of the main line Super groups, who do not normally exceed ten members. Admission to the group will be done by an IC interview, usually held within the midnighter's club. Please feel free to PM me on this forum, or send a tell in game to myself or Ms Phantom if you have any further questions.

(Scarlet, feel free to add if you want to)

Rikti drop ship Bomber category #7565
0900 hours, earth

A small crack could be heard along the hull of the ship, various foot soldiers turned around to see a small hole in the hull.

On the outside of the ship, Psionic Song was pulling bits of the hull apart with telekinesis, attempting to get inside the monstrosity.

One particular soldier came to the hole to observe the mess.

“Damage: Minimal, Repairs: Not Priori-“ The soldier was cut off mid flow as an unseen force grabbed him and threw him from the ships interior.

The other troops looked at one another and then turned their guns on the hole in the hull.

Psionic held a shield strong against the onslaught of blasts. Glaring a hole in space and time opened behind the soldiers pulling them in, then catapulting them out beyond the earth’s ozone layer.

Psionic sighed, the sound lost against the engines roar and floated inside the hole closing it behind him.

-

“Intruder: Present, Threat: Minimal” a rikti soldier at the front of the control room stated unemotionally.

“Target: Unknown Male, Status: Alive, Desired Status: Eradicated” Dra’vorkan, a large rikti, seemingly in command of the ship stated hollowly, at the end of his sentence various noises could be heard throughout the ship, mainly of weapons being locked and loaded and foot soldiers moving along the corridors to where the intruder had been recorded moving.

-

Sam (Psionic) hovered quietly along the corridor checking left and right whilst sending telepathic pulses out to check for rikti troops. There, behind the wall, guns loaded, drones ready and brains engaged, the troops waited.

A blast of energy rang out throughout the ships hull, guns rained down on Sam, the alien technology still being unable to punch through his telekinetic barriers.

“Gona have to do better than that…” Sam smirked ripping a chunk of the floor up slamming it into half of the group, at that point Sam felt a clawing in his brain, a mentalist was trying to get in.

Not today…
Sam’s voice echoed loudly in his head, the mentalist grabbed it’s head screeching in pain as it’s brain became overloaded with masses of useless information causing it to black out.

Commands echoed telepathically throughout the ship.

Target: Psionic male, Orders: New, Orders: Capture, State: living, Conditions: Alive only.

Sam looked up, more troops were stood in the absence of the last lot, their weapons sending blue pulses of energy at him, as far as he could tell this must be a stun weapon, or some sort of neural override.

He jumped to his feet dodging a few shots and shielding the next hail.

“Your not my issue..” He extended an arm which caused the troops to be lifted from the ground and flail about in the air aimlessly before being thrown through a now opening hole in the hull of the ship.

Target: Troublesome, Threat level: Substantial

That’s more like it Sam thought to himself. Too loud.

A chief mentalist had picked up on his thoughts down the corridor to the left and instantly sent messages to the other troops nearby.

Sam glared at the corridor which the troops were running down causing the walls to buckle and strain under the telekinetic energies crushing the troops between them.

“Sorry about that.” He grinned and turned to the main door to the bridge

Sam held his hands palm forwards in the air staring at the door, metal cried out as it was torn apart molecule from molecule and throw effortlessly aside.

Dra’vorkan turned to observe the door with the red haired teen hovering in the opening.

The rikti almost grinned, if it was able to “Target: Human Male, Query: Why attempt, impossible”

Sam simply stared at the creature “Because, it’s time this war ended.”

“Humans: Inferior, Choose: Bow down, be destroyed”

“I choose neither” Sam lifted what was left of the door and hurled it at the Rikti

Dra’vorkan chuckled in a telepathic wave and an unemotional tone, stopping the door in mid air.

“Human: Weak, Psionic Capacity: Strong, Capture: mandatory”

Sam shouted ripping out parts of the wall from behind him, flinging them at Dra’vorkan, he again stopped them in mid air and flung them behind him shattering some control units.

Dra’vorkan turned to his left causing two large blades witted with energy cannons to the base to come flying into his hands.

Sam’s eyes widened as he dodged the blast of energy, which burst another hole in the hull some fifty feet, down the corridor.

He then made a circular motion with his hands a wormhole like structure appearing behind Dra’vorkan although seeming to have no gravity pull on the hulking mass of a Rikti.

Dra’vorkan laughed telepathically once more and grabbed for Sam telekinetically.

Sam was pulled straight into Dra’vorkan’s clawed hand, his pungent smell almost enough to make Sam want to pass out.

“Human Life: Expendable” Dra’vorkan turned holding Sam’s back to the wormhole.

Sam desperately tried to close the portal as Dra’vorkan held him ever closer to it.

“Status: Non-conforming, Punishment: Pain” Dra’vorkan held Sam so his arm was being pulled by the worm hole, Sam shouted out in pain.

Flesh tore from bone, muscle from that and with a terrible tearing noise Sam’s arm was pulled into the wormhole.

Dra’vorkan threw Sam at the wall.

Blue sparks erupted from the damaged tissue attempting to reconstruct the arm but to no avail, Sam’s healing had always been more potent on other people than himself, the most he could do was stop the bleeding.

Sam was breathing heavily in pain “You’ll… you’ll lose…”

“Rikti: Superior, Defeat: Impossibility” Dra’vorkan stated almost proudly.

“Think again… genious…” Sam smirked as the worm hole lurched forwards engulfing Dra’vorkan.

In a telepathic rage the rikti screamed out orders across the ship… but there was no one to receive them.

-

Sam left the ship as soon as possible, the worm hole now pulling the hull into itself.
He retreated to a safe distance before allowing the wormhole to pull the whole ship in on itself and then closed it.

Sam sighed in relief then looked at the remains of his arm.

He felt sick, floating slowly back down to the ground he headed for the hospital.

((obviously going on after Rip's captured the other guy))

Saria stirred from her unconscious state, her head still throbbed slightly from the intense amount of psychic energy she unleashed a few days prior to her capture.

She tried to rub her forehead, then panicked realising her hands were held above her in some sort of brass device. She screamed more angry than afraid.

A large metal door opened in the left of the room.

“Ah, finally, your awake” Said the tall figure who had just entered the room

“Yes Im bloody awake!” Saria snapped in a fit of anger.

“Now, what did I say about that attitude? … carry on and that pretty face will go back, not so pretty” The man mused while surveying Saria in the machine.

“So… what is it you want with me?” Saria asked calmly

“You have… abilities we need to use for our means.” He said as he turned and twitched his now visible tail.

“And what are your means?” Saria asked starting to get angry again

“… Now… where would be the fun in telling you?” The man smirked and headed for the door.

Saria glared at the door causing it to slam shut in his face

“Answer me, properly, or your going through the roof” Saria demanded calmly

“And as I said… any more attitude… and I’ll take your face off, now, go back to sleep” Rip Fang grinned as Saria looked at her arm in terror realising that tranquillisers had been, being pumped into her since he entered the room.
She ripped the needle out telekinetically but too little too late, she felt herself falling unconscious again

“No… can’t… go…n…” Saria’s head dropped forward into an unconscious state.

“That’s a good girl” Rip fang opened the door and left the room.

((Thought I'd post this here as well as in sibling rivalry just so it's easier to find))

Saria stirred from her unconscious state, her head still throbbed slightly from the intense amount of psychic energy she unleashed a few days prior to her capture.

She tried to rub her forehead, then panicked realising her hands were held above her in some sort of brass device. She screamed more angry than afraid.

A large metal door opened in the left of the room.

“Ah, finally, your awake” Said the tall figure who had just entered the room

“Yes Im bloody awake!” Saria snapped in a fit of anger.

“Now, what did I say about that attitude? … carry on and that pretty face will go back, not so pretty” The man mused while surveying Saria in the machine.

“So… what is it you want with me?” Saria asked calmly

“You have… abilities we need to use for our means.” He said as he turned and twitched his now visible tail.

“And what are your means?” Saria asked starting to get angry again

“… Now… where would be the fun in telling you?” The man smirked and headed for the door.

Saria glared at the door causing it to slam shut in his face

“Answer me, properly, or your going through the roof” Saria demanded calmly

“And as I said… any more attitude… and I’ll take your face off, now, go back to sleep” Rip Fang grinned as Saria looked at her arm in terror realising that tranquillisers had been, being pumped into her since he entered the room.
She ripped the needle out telekinetically but too little too late, she felt herself falling unconscious again

“No… can’t… go…n…” Saria’s head dropped forward into an unconscious state.

“That’s a good girl” Rip fang opened the door and left the room.

((Two PPD officers on clean up at an island just off the shore of Peregrine Island))

PPD 1: Man I hate it when heroes go over the top like this

PPD2: Yeah... but some of them don't really have much choice with their powers y'know

PPD1: True, but it does mean more work for us

PPD2: I know... so who has enough hate of the thorns to make 'em look like a bunch of rag dolls?

PPD1: Not sure, but we've got everything from electrical burns to frost bite on these guys... if it's one hero... we're looking at a elemental based powers, or a group of them either way it's a bloody mess.

Year: 2007

Psychogenic HQ

A shimmer of dark energy hovered outside of the main building of the Psych.
Azarath had arrived with an offer that the Psychcogenics couldn’t refuse, well, they could but that wasn’t his problem.

Pushing open the door with his dark energy he hovered silently forwards over the worn tiles of the old warehouse floor, He could hear voices further in so pressed on into a large wood decked living area, with it’s own bar, library and seating, it looked highly out of place amongst the other parts of the warehouse and obviously a significant amount of magic had been used.

“I still don’t see why you have to act this way Dante” Sonia Darkstrive said to Dante Evans

“Well it’s not as if you’ve known him long” Dante grumbled back to her

“Even so I-“ she turned to notice Azarath in the doorway

“Good morning Sir and Madam, I was wondering if you would wish to partake in an agreement” Azarath spoke in his usual tone.

“Well that depends entirely upon which it is” Sonia stated

“Exactly, we’re not just gona jump in and agree to something blindly” Dante replied

“Hmm” Azarath crossed his arms while he hovered near the door, tapping his upper arm with one finger “Well… Im offering an idea of power, skill, and wealth beyond all known amounts.”

“Well then once again it depends… who else do you have working?” Dante questioned

“A few thousand or so… we’re still gathering troops… I have a few you may know” Azarath turned his head to Sonia “Skathe ring any bells?”

Sonia’s face contoured with rage “You expect us to help that THING!?”

Azarath almost smiled “Well that would seem apparent”

“Get out”

“Excuse me?” Azarath’s voice dropped a tone and his white eyes shun brighter.

“I said… GET OUT!” Sonia unleashed a huge wave of dark energy at Azarath who absorbed the hole thing

“Well if that’s the way you want to play…” Azarath lifted slightly more off the floor, his soul leaving his body for an assault.

Dante drew his sword and ran at Azarath

Azarath’s blast threw the two away into the wall and through it, disintegrating the furniture and most of the wall as it went.

He hovered over the two motionless bodies “Pity… I could use anger like that”

He drained the last of their Soul essence from their bodies and turned to the centre of the room again.

Closing his eyes for a moment to concentrate, he muttered ancient and dark words beneath his breath and snapped his fingers.

Most of the building turned to dust around him and came plummeting to the floor.

Azarath turned his head to look at the two lifeless bodies “I did ask…”

Year 2016

Place: Founder’s falls, James “Battle Tank” White and Aeris “White Iris” White’s home.


Aeris wandered through to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Tank and their son.

She turned round in the kitchen to walk straight into a tall dark caped figure, Azarath.

Aeris drew a sharp breath “W…What do you want?”

“Why… I have unfinished business here” Azarath took a seat at the table in the kitchen.

Aeris backed away slowly to the door, which closed on her from behind

“What is it Azarath, haven’t you caused enough problems?” She said not really wanting an answer

Azarath looked at the food and other things around the kitchen “As I said… business, lovely home you have… did your parents leave it to you?”

“Yes… I suppose you saw that on the news all those years ago…” Aeris responded

“No… remember the car accident… the wall of darkness… honestly girl… aren’t you supposed to be intelligent” Azarath mused

“You… you killed my family?” Aeris asked

“Of course… all part of the plan my dear… now where’ that husband of yours?”

“Tank will destroy you… you are aware of that?”

“Perhaps…”

At that moment the front door was heard opening.

Azarath’s gaze shifted ever so slightly to the kitchen door

“Aeris… we’re home” James called out through the house, his six-year old son in toe

Azarath turned to Aeris “Well… aren’t you going to answer them?”

“I… Im in the kitchen” Aeris called out still glaring at Azarath

The door opened to reveal the hulking figure of Battle Tank and the rather smaller version of himself only coming to his knee at full height.

Tanks smile faded almost instantly as he walked into the room to see the familiar figure sat at his table.

“Ah… good morning James… care to join us for breakfast?” Azarath was clearly enjoying this

“I’ll show you something I’ll break fast” Tank cracked his knuckles

“Now now… we’re all civilised… can’t we just…. Talk?” Azarath sent off a volley of soul energy at Tank, which bounced off harmlessly

“Whats the point in attacking me?” Tank smirked “You should know Im damn near indestructible”

“Indestructible maybe… but not unbreakable”

Azarath sent a volley towards Tank which quickly changed it’s course to direct at Aeris hitting head on.

“And if you paid any attention… you’d know something like that isn’t going to damage me much either” Aeris mused as the dark energy became pure white and fired straight back at Azarath clipping his head

Frustrated Azarath glared his white eyes turning black “Then we do this the old fashioned way” a massive claw of energy grabbed Tank and launched him through the wall into the front garden.

Aeris turned to her son “Go and hide honey”

She hovered off the floor and flew out of the hole in the wall.

Tank and Azarath we’re already exchanging blows when Aeris got to the garden

“You’ve got better I admit… but your still only human” Azarath taunted while he lets a blast off at Tank which burnt the ground he was stood on

“Yeah… well you seem to be getting’ rusty” Tank turned round and threw the car at Azarath

Azarath grabbed it in energy and launched it away

“Im growing tired of this” Azarath sighed

“Then p**s off” Tank shouted

“Not quite like that boy” Azarath called forth enough energy to split a small asteroid “Let’s see how indestructible you really are!” Azarath fired the blast dead on.

Aeris sensing the energy from the blast flew forward, outstretched her arms and began draining as much energy as possible from it, her eyes going fully white.
The blast connected with tank, tearing flesh from bone, Tank writhed in pain, it was a sensation he wasn’t used to.

Aeris ran over to Tank kneeling down at him

“I’ll see you again soon no doubt… and obviously you aren’t that invincible” Azarath chuckled to himself and disappeared.

“We have to get you to a hospital… now” Aeris said tearfully

((Just to remind... this isn't only a story thread.. you can post stuff on here to get your chars involved or find one of the group ingame))

((Something Ben wrote up for the villain side to do with his elite guard idea ask him about it if you fancy making one of them))

Dust settles over Averseth. Its once shining towers lay in ruin. The demon, Skathe, who tore the city to pieces stirs in the rubble.
He looks up, his vision blurred, as shadows dance across his face.
His eyes narrow, as hate fills his mind for the girl who struck him down, his own daughter.
Lunging forward at the shadow, he lets out a bloodcurdling yell.
"SONIAAA!"

The shadow lashes out, enveloping him, holding him above the ground. The demon roars, straining against the darkness around him.

"tut tut, if you cant play nicely, we'll have to take away your toys."

The shadows pull tighter, as bone cracks beneath them.

"Now... are you going to cooperate...Skathe, wasn’t it? I have an offer for you."

The shadows retract back into the arms of a tall figure, whose eyes glow with a bright light, and the behemoth drops back to the floor.
Skathe snarls as he rises to his feet, bent double in pain "who are you? What do you want?"

The figure steps forward "what do i want?... everything...and I... am your new master"

Skathe's lips draw back across his snout in a twisted grin "you, little one? And what makes you think..."

Darkness shoots out from the figure's outstretched arms, pushing through the demon's chest. Skathe lets out a blood curdling yell

The figure twists the darkness in Skathe's chest "BECAUSE, 'little one', I can deliver to you what you want... your daughter... and all you need do, is submit to my will. You can agree to it... or we can do it the.... fun way"

Skathe snarls down at the figure.

Flinging his arms outwards, the figure steps forward again, as the body of the demon is pulled apart from the inside out. "Such a shame... I would of preferred to have kept you in one piece... but it is just so much easier to control smaller puppets... now lets see what we can mould out of this sorry mess"

EVE, central sector USA, 2028

War room

- - - - - - - -

The war room was a vast holo-training room, capable of projecting objects and images made of pure light but given physical density. Beccy had been working on it for some time in conjunction with her summoning skills.

“Ok… I’ll set it to mid level first… this should be the sort of thing we’d be expecting as a first wave strike from Azarath’s armies.”

Beccy nodded down to the mass of people in the room, There were around fifty or so, including Erion, Fi, Orion, Brian, past Omega, Future Battle Tank and the Campbel kids, other’s were stood with the group all waiting for what Beccy had devised.

Borg’s voice echoed throughout the room “Ready? …. Begin”

The room shuddered lights coming into effect all around the room, the floor turned into a grassy battle field and the sky became dark with purple streams of energy whipping across it.

The visual projection of Azarath came into sight at the far end of the room followed by projections of his army.

“Activating level five offence training” Beccy said over the coms

The army projection advanced with surprising agility to say they were constructs.

The Titans also ran towards the scene.

- - - - - - -

Eve lolled about in her tank rather more unhappy than usual, the bruise on her forehead had gone a vicious black, her frail form wasn’t the best for taking a beating.

She sighed silently into the fluid in her tank, thinking about what Alice had ‘said’ and how she had reacted to it.

Borg turned around “Something troubles… yes?”

Eve looked at Borg putting on a fake smile she knew he wouldn’t be able to decipher and shook her head.

Borg nodded and went back to his work.

Eve looked around the room from her tank at all the people going to and fro about their lives, she turned to look out of the window seeing people walking around in the family sectors and in the grounds.

She couldn’t stand it anymore, she was nothing but a burden, Alice was right, Eve knew she didn’t want to cause problems for anyone, but in her attempt of not causing problems she had caused more, and Saria wasn’t best pleased with her.

She sighed into the tank again, her eyes closed as usual.

She was right… she was right all along, but even if she was, I wont let her get to me that way, I’m needed even if it is just to operate this building, I’m doing more good if I stay here than if I go running off and get myself killed.

Eve nodded to herself and turned to look at the release button on the tank, a cable coming loose from the wall pressed the button releasing the fluid into the grate at the bottom of the tank and the nanites encasing Eve’s lower half crawled back onto the walls of the tank.

Eve stepped out of the tank, much to Borg’s ‘surprise’ she wandered down the steps from Borg’s platform wincing in pain each time she took a step but not stopping at all her brow creased with determination.

“Eve… what are you doing?” Borg asked in his usual monotone voice although hinted with surprise.

Eve turned and looked at Borg her eyes closed “I’m going to do something worthwhile”

Borg looked stunned, none of the future Titans other than Telburn and Fi had ever heard Eve speak, let alone see her walk, or even for that matter do anything outside of the nutrient fluid in the tank.

Stunned faces followed Eve’s path as she headed for the door

Eve’s bio-suit jumped off from its shelf and attached itself to her, covering her up and keeping her alive whilst outside of her tank.

“I’m going to start work on the SC Borg”, she said as she walked towards the door, which opened obediently for her

“Your.. going to do what?” Borg tilted his head unsure of what the SC was exactly

Eve grinned “You’ll see”

She left the main room and headed up to the top of the tower.

I’ll show them what I’m made of…she wont stop me

((Not sure whether this would be classed as gory or anything but it's a bit nasty towards the end so stronger constitutions only I think :P ))

Outside of time

Azarath’s Base

Omega Chief stood and looked up at the two giant doors to the palace, he wasn’t sure why he had sped off to take on Azarath but he knew one thing, and that was that he would stop him no matter what.

Smashing the door to pieces with a blast of pure energy, Omega stepped through into the threshold of the base, the place was designed rather like a mansion of sorts, a large twisting staircase spiralling up in the centre of the room housing a double door after a short burst of steps with more to the left and right of it.

Omega walked forwards the main doors re-assembling themselves behind him with a swift flurry of dark energy.

Voices could be heard from the other side of the door

“Yes Sarah… now change your attention onto him… good…”

Omega recognised it as Azarath’s unemotional voice, but he was unsure who Sarah was.

He took a deep breath and pushed the two double doors

The room seemed to stretch on for all eternity, torches lit the walls and at intervals small bookcases hovered about various figures turned to look at Omega including a young girl with dark hair who was stood near a cloaked figure at the back of the room.

“Just who do you think you are!?” the head cultist blared from the side of the room

“Now now… let’s be courteous to our guest… care for a drink James?” Azarath was clearly mocking him, although his voice retained as little emotion as usual.

“You know full well why I’m here” Omega stated calmly

“Yes… You’re here to kill me” Azarath mused, still unemotional

The groups of people chuckled at Omega who glared and continued forwards towards the cloaked figure at the far end of the room.

As Omega approached, the cloak dropped to the floor leaving no one or no thing standing beneath it, Omega glared angrily and turned round straight into Azarath’s Chest.

“Well… aren’t you going to kill me?… hero?” Azarath’s tone had taken an oddly sharp tone, various people seemed to shift slightly in fear, most of whom left.

The room was left to be just Aza, Omega, Sarah and the head Cultist

Omega stepped back from Azarath, his hands flaring up in energy “If I get any kind of chance!” He fired a bolt from both hands directly at Azarath’s head

A claw of energy lunged forwards from behind Azarath like a shield

“Is that the best you have?” He mused, his voice having some sort of malice to it, he began to hover off the floor.

“Not even close!” Omega lifted off the floor, firing bolt after bolt at Azarath

Aza dodged the shots effortlessly, deflecting a few with the odd energy shield.

“And this is your final stand James?… I’m not impressed” Azarath mused once more

“Shut up!” Omega launched a huge blast at Azarath from both hands clipping aza around the face causing him to bleed from just above the hair line

Azarath grinned showing fangs the column near him being engulfed in dark energy “That’s more like it…” The column ripped itself off the floor and flew straight for omega.

Omega dodged it in mid air, to be smashed into the floor from behind by Azarath teleporting to him.

Omega rolled out of the way of Az, bringing another column to smash into the floor where omega was

“Fight back boy… you want to kill me don’t you?” Azarath was clearly enjoying this

“You want me to fight?” Omega shouted furrowing his brow

“Yes… show me power… the power your supposed to have possessed all these years”

“Fine!” Omega discharged enough energy to obliterate half of the room books, stone, chairs and two columns flew through the air followed by searing hot energy.

Azarath was hit dead on, burning the flesh from the right side of his face and half of his arm.

“Now that… was more like it” Azarath almost laughed

“What?… how the HELL did you survive that?!” Omega shouted bemused

Azarath’s skin had already grown back, as had the half of his arm which was missing

“Because dear boy… that’s not how you kill me… or how anyone ever will” Azarath’s soul began to seep out of his body shrouding him in a black haze “But this… this is how you die”

The energy around Aza thickened to an almost choking quality
James cursed under his breath and backed away slowly

“You chose this ‘Omega Chief’ now face the consequences!” Azarath raised his voice, his soul ripping up the floor as it sped towards omega

Omega fired energy at the grasping tendrils of energy in a vain attempt at escape, however as the energy creped around his legs, he knew as well as Azarath that he had lost.

Azarath drew his soul back towards him, along with omega holding him in the air in front of him.

“Any last words… boy?” Azarath asked sharply

“None that I’d waste on you” Omega snarled still trying to escape by blasting energy out at the soul constricting him

“Pity… I do rather enjoy people pleading for life… still… ce la vi”

Azarath’s soul constricted more around omega, forcing him to gasp for air

“Now… how to finish you off permanently…” Azarath paced about the room Omega being held helplessly by the energy swarming around him

“Do your worst… you wont win” He stated confidently

“Oh?… what makes you think I haven’t already?” He turned to look at Omega “My worst you say?… I don’t think any person deserves that…”

“I don’t care any more” Omega said sounding as though defeat was getting to him

“Hmmm… very well… I’ll give you –one- of my worst ways… not the worst by far… but about oh… tenth on the list I think” he grinned

Azarath turned to the middle of the room gesturing with his left hand in a circular fashion, a portal of rippling energy opened up showing a faint reflection of fire base zulu

Omega shifted slightly “So… what’re you going to do then?” he asked slightly concerned now realising his demise was imminent

“Hmm?… oh… I’m going to split you across the time stream… quite painful I’ve heard” Azarath smirked

The energy brought omega over the portal lowering him into up to his waist.

“Now any last words?” Azarath smirked

“Yeah… go to hell” Omega spat in Azarath’s face

“Pity…” Azarath said wiping the saliva off his face, he snapped his fingers the portal sealing shut and vanishing

Omega wretched in pain, or that part of him that was left anyway

“Now… isn’t this fun?” Azarath chuckled to himself

“You… ugly… scaly… basta..” Azarath glared the rest of omega disintegrating into a pile of black and blue ash.

Sweeping the remains of Omega Chief away with a claw of energy he turned to the end of the room

“Ten down… four hundred to go”

…………..

Eve shuddered in her tank and whistled something glumly

Saria looked up with tears in her eyes “Omega’s Dead…”

Year 2028

1801 hours

Borg rapped his fingers across the screens infront of him muttering something about biologicals.

Eve shifted in her tank to look outside of the window, below the tower, the grounds stretched out beyond with various sectors prominent within them from water based regions to hi-tech training facilities.

Looking down, a large thunder storm could be seen above the training building itself

Dem was stood in the centre of the training room, Borg’s self programmed androids were lined up around the outside of the circle within the main room.

Dem drew the split demon blade, two long-swords each engraved with various runes which had been originally used to attempt to kill Fi, as the bots advanced dem prepared for battle, winds rushing up from the ground he ported into the oncoming robots.

Back at the tower, various rumbles and cracks of thunder could be heard coming from the training dome. In the main living hall Orion was still sat in the centre of the room with a pentacle below him as he meditated his wings flapping slowly to keep him afloat.

“Dude… yer Dad’s tearin’ those robots up good” Kerano said to Orion whilst watching the training room surveillance on the big screen.

“That would seem obvious…” Orion replied whilst trying to read a book with various symbols across the front.

“Yeah… well I mean, how come y’ain’t out there with him?”

“Because I don’t choose to be” Orion replied with his mothers trade mark brow furrow across his head whilst trying to read.

“Oh… right… heh… wanna go spy on the girls?” Kerano Grinned

“…… OK!” Orion jumped up, the book being flung back to it’s place on the shelf and the pentacle receding back into the floor.

“Eve… living quarters please” Kerano commanded pompously

The building shook in laughter at Kerano

“Eve if you would be so kind as to open the living accommodation levels please?” Orion asked the building politely

A slight noise like melting metal could be heard to their right and a wall panel melted away to the floor opening access to the living areas.

“I duno why she hate’s me so much…” Kerano whimpered

“Maybe its because you keep hitting on her sister” Ori replied with a smirk showing one of his pointed fangs.

“I do not!” Kerano shouted

Orion simply grinned and walked past the fountain in the centre of the four way corridor, turning to his right.

The living accommodation levels were split into three zones, the Team leader accommodation level to the left of the fountain, the family accommodation levels straight on from the fountain and the other dorms to the right. At the end of the leader accommodation level corridor a large bio-locked door stood, housing the Quasar chamber, an endless void where super villains were stored on mass in a comatose state, cruel, but effective and necessary.

The two headed down the right corridor to walk straight into a force field being projected by Hannah Campbel

“And just –where- do you two think your going?” Hannah asked sporting her trademark glare.

The two looked at each-other then back to Hannah

“Uh… to out dorms?” Kerano said

“Your not even down this corridor Kerano… and Ori, your in the family section with your mother, father and baby brother” she recited almost like reading a floor plan whilst tapping her foot impatiently and lowering the force field.

“Ok… we’re going to see what everyone’s doin’… wanna come with?” Kerano asked

“Do I look like I have the time for such trivial…”

“Shh…” Kerano whispered “Someones coming”

Dem walked slowly past the corridor to the fountain, stopped and looked down the corridor at the three, then smiled.

Kerano and Ori grinned and waved innocently to Dem, Hannah smiled slightly still sporting her glare at the two.

Dem carried on past the end of the corridor and as a door moved out of the way a voice shouted “Daddy!” before the door closed behind him.

Ori and Hannah used Dem as a diversion to scout around Hannah and start to make off down the corridor

“Hey come back here!” Hannah demanded after the two

“Later Han” the two replied in unison as they ran down the corridor.

Hannah gave a frustrated huff and strolled off down towards the family sector.


Borg stomped him foot onto the floor behind his desk only to receive a glare from Eve in her tank.

“Apologies… Biologicals are slow at times… and they are all late” Borg spoke in his usual monotone voice.

Eve shrugged and a whistle echoed through the room at him

“Translation” Borg stated instinctively

Saria looked up from the defence panels “She says to give it a rest and call the meeting for tomorrow instead”

Borg’s Robotic eye darted between the sisters the he nodded “as you see fit”

Borg then melted into a pool of nanites and flowed off into a compartment below his desk. Various symbols came into light pulsing to the same rhythm as Eve’s glyph on the desk.

“He needs to chill out” Saria said to Eve

Eve nodded in her tank

Saria looked away to the other tables and workstations all of which were now empty, she walked off from the defence panels and towards the door.

“Good night Eve.. sleep well sis” she smiled to her sister again

Eve nodded and smiled to Saria, she closed her eyes in her tank, the markings pulsing across her body stopping and the glyph slowing down to match her heart beat now she was asleep as did Borg’s desk.

The building at night worked on a subconscious level with Eve, she still retains control during her sleep but it is only of simple functions and voice commands are offline.

Saria watched the blast shield close around Eve’s tank and then the door to the control room close as she walked out of it. She sighed and continued down the corridor

“I wish this wasn’t the only was she can live.” Saria sighed to herself again whislt walking away to the living areas

((more than likely tim.. we need one of the chars to be able to open time portals for the group and would have been doing so since it was founded so if you want future Fi to do that go right ahead oh and <thwaps Ben> stop yourself you go without saying))

Year: 2028
Area: USA, Central Sector

Building Registration: EVE aka ToT headquarters


Eve shifted slightly in the morning heat. She hated hot days, it made her plates stick together.

Eve is a biological building, one of the few on earth. Adam, the prototype, went horribly wrong. He uprooted himself and jumped into the Atlantic ocean, where he began a new career as a living underwater hotel.

Eve was the first female biological building to be created, her personality matches similarly that of her sister, Saria, a human and lead defence expert of the Titans of Tomorrow.


various noises are heard as a sort of call throughout the building

“I heard you the first time, Eve, but if you don’t sit still we wont get this panel unstuck… Why Kerano insists on leaving yarn everywhere I’ll never know”

Eve grumbled and whistled something at Saria

“Don’t take that tone with me.. you try keeping him under control”

Saria untangled the yarn from Eve’s auxiliary panel and the building sighed with relief, a small monitor coming into a light blue infront of Saria’s face. Wiping the oil from her face, she sighed

“Why you cant self-maintain is beyond me”

<a whistle cackled at Saria>

“I’ll show you sisterly love, you little..”

Kerano turned the corner and caught a glimps of Saria. Letting out a high pitched yelp, he turned to run

“Ohhhh.. don’t think your out of it” Saria called after him

“Aww c’mon Sar.. it’s not like she’s ill or anythin’” He whimpered as he ran

“I’ll show you ill” Saria threatened

“Gah.. fine fine.. I give up..” Kerano grinned and readied himself to fight, before being smacked rather harshly by one of Eve’s tendrils jutting out of a nearby wall

<The building shook with laughter>

Saria Grinned at Kerano “Now see my point?”

Rubbing his head, he muttered something under his breath “Fine.. Fine.. you win.. Sorry Sar”

“Just keep your string to yourself” she said as she walked away out of the main door from the living quarters. A large room with various sofa’s about, books and a large plasma raidon TV, which was currently showing ‘Magick and the future’ on an arcane specials channel for Orion, who was also in deep meditation infront of the monitor.

The metal slid effortlessly away from itself in a porthole fashion before slamming shut in Kerano’s face “Uh.. Eve.. door.. foot.. stuck” the building shuddered with laughter again before releasing Kerano’s foot, he sighed and followed Saria

“So… about that date you owe me..” he said shyly

“What date?” Saria stopped and turned round looking at him with a slightly bemused appeal

“Uh… the one I was going to ask you on..” he grinned sheepishly

A monotone voice echoed over the coms. The emotionless voice belonged to borg; nicknamed so because of his cyborg traits, but also because calling him a Central Processing and Data Acquisition Unit or CPDAU every time anyone wanted to talk to him was a bit of an annoyance.

“All Titans report to the control room... I repeat: all Titans report to the control room”

Saria looked up “It’ll have to wait” she headed off down the corridor to the lift shaft

“Uh… you know the lifts out right?”

“Yes” Saria walked straight onto the open floor a force field generating straight from beneath her feet “But do you really want to walk up the stairs?”

“Guess not..” Kerano stepped hesitantly onto the field, which rocketed up the shaft into the very top floor of the building, where Borg, the central operator, resided along with Eve’s human control unit, Saria’s biological sister.

As the two entered the large glass floored room it was apparent they were the last ones to arrive, Orion, Hannah and Mark Campbel, Erion, Fi and Beccy turned to look at the two, whilst the other Titans busied themselves at their posts in the control centre.

Borg didn’t react, but began typing quickly into the key pads, as the two joined the others.

“We have reports of illegal arcane time stream rips. an old friend of Erion’s it seems”

Erion aka Demonic Storm grumbled quietly
“Perhaps he would be so kind as to inform you all.” Borg said glancing at Erion briefly before going back to prodding various screens and buttons.

“Well.. we all know who Azarath is.. and he’s at it again… though this time he’s onto something, he’s goin’ through time portals created by demonic magicks and recruiting people from all over the time stream to do his dirty work. We’re not sure on what his exact motives are at this moment in time… but it seems as though it’s major enough for him to think he needs help.”

Fi cut in “So.. what we’re thinking is to send our own agents back in time to where he’s recruiting from and take some support for ourselves.”

Orion cut in shortly after, the demonic mind link between the three clearly in overdrive today “So basically.. we’re sending you back.. to the start of this century.. to take Azarath’s reinforcements from right under his feet, then, establish what exactly he’s after and finally remove the threat permanently this time.”

Eve whistled something quietly and Saria nodded

Borg looked up “Translation”

“Eve thinks he might be after an item.. or artefact that’s not present in our time anymore” Saria explained to Borg

“Possibility accepted.. be wary of lost arcane devices” Borg replied “I will call another meeting at 1600 hours. that is all” Borg looked around his one robotic eye focusing on each titan in the room in a few moments.

Eve shifted in her tank behind Borg’s desk, the teen was surprisingly agile to say she’d lived all her life in a giant test tube, various markings and such pulsed across her skin, along with an arcane glyph on the back wall of the tube pulsing to her heart beat, she looked about the room and smiled at the Titans before commanding one of her floor panels to jump up and take a bite out of Kerano’s new trainers.

“This really ain’t my day with her, is it?” he asked Saria

“Well what do you expect… you gave her a migrane for the past two days.. she’s hardly going to give you an ice cream Sunday for it”

“….Will you?” he smirked

Saria rolled her eyes a force field smacking Kerano in the face

“Guesh not..” he murmured into the force field.

The two left leaving the other titans to converse with eachother.

((if anyone wants to have a char as one of the titans in the group send me @Raven_Deathstorm , @gash jackel , @mossy, or @omega chief a tell.. or post their conversations on this forum.. we’re planning to have the group go ingame at issue eleven launch so have fun and give us a tell if your interested, oh there’l be a villain side to it all too but I have to think up and intro for that side yet :P ))

((Ok so basically us on the unionOOC channel, mainly Mossy, Gash jackel, Omega chief, myself and the rest of the team came up with a big idea for a story line for alot of roleplayers to get involved with, it's like a run across time sort of idea, theres a main group in our time and one in the future, also a main villain group headed by one of our chars whose recruiting people from across time so heroes and villains can be involved. It's going to take some tweaking and such and we wont be doing much about it until issue 11 is live but if you think you might be interested send me a global tell or post something on this forum have fun.. oh and its on the union server))

((two PPD officers talking in the kings row police dept.))

"How bad is it?"

"Never seen anything like it, they just waltzed in, threw our men apart.... one of them ripped the vault off its hindges... on her own"

"Great.. more meta-freaks... so what we dealing with?"

"No clue... we tried to view over the security and all these.. things.. ran out of the cameras chanting something about sworm."

"What about the survivors... they say anything?"

"Some woman with fire all over her, a guy who goes invisible, some electric dragon thing, and one who seems normal..."

"Grr.. we need to.."

"Sir! we found something"

"What is it?"

<the other officer holds out a small black card with holographic purple writing moving across it the words read The Psych>

((good luck guys, sorry we couldn't hack it anymore... hope you do a brilliant job, well I know you will keep it up ^_^ ))

"You hear what MAGI found this morning?"

"No what?"

"A woman... made completely of ice"

"wow.. she melted yet?"

<laughs> "Nah... apparently she's so cold the water in the air around her creates a self controled atmosphere around her."

"a what now?"

<sighs> "in other words, she keeps herself frozen by freezing the air"

"wow.. so whats she like?"

"what'cha mean?"

"Like.. y'know"

"aww man...is that all y'think about?"

"Well..yeah.. I mean.. well?"

<sighs and walks away>

((Two rookie heroes talking in the freedom corps building in atlas))

"Hey did y'hear?"

"why does everyone start a conversation that way an expect someone to turn round and say yeah?"

*blank expression*

"Ah whatever... anyway apparently Demonic Storm the big blue guy proposed to Lady Stormcrow in D's last night"

"Really? good for them... wait... do demons even get married?"

"uh...."

*confused expressions at eachother*

((Two people talking in MAGI departments of freedom corps atlas park))

"hmm thats wierd.."

"What is?"

"Says some villain was kidnapped yesterday in the paper... but the description kinda fits her over there"

Raven Skathe turns to face the two smiles, winks and waves then walks off down the street.

"heh... "

"well she don't look very kidnapped to me..."

"Ah whatever man... think I could get her number?"

<conversation between to men standing outside the same cafe where Raven Deathstorm had been kidnapped from yesterday>

why has it suddenly started getting worse thats what I wanna know.. I mean they never used to be this bad did they?

I have to agree with the... it's dropped in RP idea but we can't really say "you can't come to PD because youre nto a RP'er" but I've noticed that the VIP bar is pretty dead most of the time so that's a good escape.

and as for the 50 things echo... guess they are bored *shrugs* always a chance they'l get bored and decide its more fun to curl up and die...... there's always hope
(sorry bad day while I was writing this )