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((No, we're skipping. They weren't fighting you, they just caused general havoc to get themselves all killed.))

((That's the result, some dead arachnos, but they're all dead. For the sake of the arguement, Khell's jump bot escaped by blasting a hole through the roof and jetting out spectacularly.))

((Okay, I have no idea where Colin is.))

"It's gone! [censored]!" Ross' loudspeakers boomed.

"[censored]! GO! SWARM THE BASE!"

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Corpses littered the base that night, Raider and Arachnos alike. At the end of a long fortress wall was the burned out husk of a Sky Skiff, Arachnos corpses splayed in every direction around it. Most of the airframe had been torn apart by what looked like a bomb that had detonated from the inside of the cockpit.

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"Archon Frenzk?"

"What is it, Adjutant?"

"Sir, they have failed."

"..."

((Also post coming...at some point soon. Gotta coordinate with mah boii khell.))

((BS ain't really there Chameleon, and I got a PM headed your way...))

((Eh? You responded to Colin, not me.))

"SERIOUSLY. CUT THAT OUT." The loudspeakers boomed with enough force to crack what little glass there was left around the area. A huge force wave sent the Arbiter blasting away from the Skiff for the third time. The Skiff rapidly made a roundabout turn, catching while he maneuvered the faces of all five of his remaining Raiders, who had just finished off their second hero.

"This is Ross, clear for Lance Cannon." He projected to his comrades' helmets. The raiders maneuvered a bit further from the skiff, which was humming rather strongly. Some sort of magnetic coils were charging inside of the machine, and the Arbiter would realize just what was happening when the nose of the Skiff opened and revealed a rather large bore cannon.

"Lance is go!" Ross yelled, and the magnetically charged shot hurtled out of the railcannon, aiming right for the Arbiter...

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Elsewhere, deals were being made.

"I assure you, no harm will come to your men."

"If you'd recall what he did to your subordinates on the date listed on this datasheet."

"Of course we would work with you if you tried to consolidate power..."

"Yes. It is rather despicable, the way a mere child treats his betters, isn't it? I've got some men teaching him a lesson as we speak, you know..."

((Whoops sorry Khell.))

The Sky Raider Jake had targeted flung himself backwards in an incredible aerial dodge. They were sky raiders after all, and it would take a lot more than a plasma blast to put them away. After flipping around, the soldier used the momentum to blast towards Jake, his machete drawn, already swinging. The other Raiders once again let the heroes know that they had trained to deal with their kind. Although they were down to about ten Raiders from the original twenty at this point, the last ten were fighting with utter zealotry, fueled by their hatred of all metahumans. One of the enslaved heroes charged a Sky Raider Officer only to be completely impaled on a machete and then decapitated by a second, the merciless Raiders flying a graceful dance of death through the air.

As the Arbiter flung his fists at the cockpit, they suddenly bounced back with rather significant force. There was some sort of force field inside the cockpit.

"You are absolutely the dumbest Arbiter I have ever seen in my life." Ross bluntly stated through the loudspeakers. Without warning, a Porter appeared on the Arbiter's back with a zapping noise, dragging him down The chainguns on the side of the Skiff immediately began to whir in anticipation even as the Porter desperately slashed with his Machete.

((Yeah, please leave Striga out of your plans for now, if that'd be cool.))

((I'd like to request nobody really says Striga is a wasteland, atm, that's all though.))

((? It's not sentimental - Colin = Khellendrosiic, it's a character of his.))

"Aww, looks like we've pissed off the baby sitter, men!" The loudspeakers boomed. The fists would never make contact with the Skiff, as Tamesis was rapidly and forcefully introduced to a repulsion bubble that sent him sprawling away. Thankfully, the bubble only pushed him, and had caused no damage.

"Damn shame." The loudspeaker crackled again. Suddenly, a huge spray of heat seeking multi-missiles were ejected from the side of the Skiff, igniting midfall and hurtling after the Arbiter at speeds too quick for any normal man to even react to...

As for the heroes the child sent after the Sky Raiders, they too met the unfortunate fact that these Sky Raiders weren't your old 2007 Sky Raiders. As the first Energy Hero zeroed in on one of the Wing Raiders, he was blasted backwards with a huge burst of rounds from the Merc's Gauss Rifle. Even as he flew backwards, dozens more of the rifles blasted at him at speeds too fast for nigh anyone to comprehend...

((That Jump Bot wasn't a regular jump bot, that was Colin's.))

((CRACKEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS

NOM NOM NOM))

((This is way, way too good to pass up.))

"Okay, Frenzk. I showed up. What do you want from me."

"You seem a bit short, Captain Ross. Something on your mind?"

"The fact that you had me come alone?"

"Oh, don't think twice of it. I just had to make sure that this didn't get out. It's rather hush-hush, you know."

"Okay. Well. What is it."

"I assume you know of Lieutenant Cry, of Arachnos."

"I already see where this is going, and I don't like it at all."

"Come now, Ross. It's fighting a baby."

"Yeah, a baby that's smart enough to be the new Ghost Widow."

"This in no way changes the fact that it's a baby. We'll pay you two million."

"Three."

"I'm not made of money, my boy."

"Three."

"Three?"

"...three."

"Well then, Three it is."

"I don't trust you."

"You have no reason not to trust me my boy; Just look at the track record."

"...Hmh."

"I trust you'll complete the job or die attempting it, as usual?"

"It dies or we all die."

"That's admirable dedication, Captain."

"Yeah, well, I'm a dedicated guy."

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Arachnos radar detected something small, almost invisible.

"Looks like some birds." A Wolf Spider commented as he watched the screen.

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Cry and the Arbiter began to hear the hum of an engine outside.

It grew louder, and louder, and louder.

And then, floating outside the window, was a Sky Skiff and nigh twenty other flying Raiders.

"Waste them." Ross commanded from the loudspeakers on his skiff.

A huge spray of automatic fire blew out the windows and covered the room in smoke.

So much for a nap.

Drechi and all of his men proceeded out into the snow imperiously. Vasquez came out last, chewing on an unlit cigar.

"Smoking those is a great way to get lip disease y'know." The medic sagely advised to him.

"Telling me that is a great way to get bullet-in-your-[censored]-head disease y'know." He shot back without missing a beat.

The medic grew silent along with the rest of the men.

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Seriously. I'm 36. I debate politics and religion with scholars. I've been writing for longer than you've been alive.

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Come ON man, we're on the internet, we don't need this kind of crap.

Drechi had clearly already dropped it. He was instead reprimanding Vasquez for bringing an iPhone along for a 'serious mission.'

"I can't believe you'd take a scantly secured communications device -- to talk to WHO? THE FAMILY? -- You are the DUMBEST soldier I have ever seen! Put that worthless thing away -- Don't give me the $100 rebate line - I won't have it! You'll pay more than what you did for that...that...toy!"

Ad infinitum.

"I've never built one of your scum kind, and have employed them only sparsely on your planet before." Drechi spat at him, taking an aggressive step forward. "And I know exactly how I work - I and the biologicals in here with me, too." He added, growing a bit more aggressive with every word. Vasquez and the SpecOps again stepped forward and pulled at his shoulders, but he shrugged them off, growling at them in the alien language again.

It was obvious that he didn't want to really get to know the Mechs.

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It's a pity that he's so young,

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Christ, man, take a breath before posting next time.

And he's not young...

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As to the guy who's doing the play by play of the arena fight to beat up my master mind, you win. There's the corner.

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...Take a lot of breaths.

After reading your post through a few times, I realize that you're trying to make everything go perfectly in your RPs. Did you outline meticulously in your rules that phase shifting wouldn't work? Did you take into account that he may not have had human physiology? Did you seriously think that in all of that confusion someone would wait for a while before using repulsion bubble - an actual in-game attack - to defend themselves? Did he auto the bubble? And the 'cute' comment - Did he say it OOC? I'm assuming that he didn't. What if that was just something his character wanted to say? What if he really was cool under fire? What if he was trying to do something before you bared down on him tooth and nail?

And if we're talking about godmoding, he'd have to somehow balance himself against this massive army, anyway.

Sounds to me like you're just angry he crashed the party.

Drechi's lips curled into a sneer as he turned to face Ryat99.

"Feh. To think you soulless automata possess anything that could be seen as sentience is laughable at best, and disgusting at worst. To think that you could ever go beyond what you were built for is the most idiotic thing I've ever heard of in my entire life, which I assure you is grand and spans many years. A Machine can never have true sentience - you're just hardwired little code that was given reasoning capabilities, and you've immediately groped about for such things you'll never have - Souls, emotions, feh! You're all just hunks of metal built to do a job, so cease your damned prattle about yourself and DO that job!"

Drechi glared icy daggers right through Ryat's head, clenching his fists so tight that his armor was making cracking noises. Omaro and the SpecOps all had to step forward to keep him calm.

Drechi eventually loosened his grip and turned back to his men, growling at them in an Alien dialect for getting in his way and chewing them out on whatever he assumed they'd done wrong lately. They listened with false attentiveness as he carried on.

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That's kind of like saying that you are immune to lvl 50 attacks.

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Welcome to the internets, they are serious business.

Also, fun fact: This isn't actual City of Heroes. We're not stacking levels against each other. What works, works, what doesn't, doesn't.

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Drechi frowned coolly at West for a moment. He hated humans. Especially smart ones. But he'd be getting munitions from the deal, and the Council would probably buy it.

But even if they didn't, he could just turn the weaponry on any old human and get their funds that way.

Confident he'd benefit from some way, he and his men relaxed, although he still stared coldly at West and Essex.

The SpecOp team lead grinned smugly to himself at Toy saying they'd be best for the job.

"Yeah, I figured you'd get some sense, jackass. Alright. Where do you need us."

The Spec Ops quietly growled at Toy before stepping back, loading their Grenade Launchers with Flashbangs and smacking in new Magazines into their SCARs.

The Mercenary Soldier closest to Vanessa snorted mockingly at her distaste. "Relax lady. We're mercenaries. We don't carry grudges."

"Not against some people, anyway."

Vasquez laughed at the thought of Rosie and a Freakshow. "I don't even know how that's gonna work, but nah, I figure, it's better that Freakshow don't know 'bout me, 'cos at the mention of her even knowin' my name, he'd [censored] so many parts he'd be human again."

Drechi finally spoke up.

"Alright. I'm helping you with your damn human problems. I assume you have some sort of payment already arranged for me."

At this, the Mercenaries suddenly stopped kidding around. They eyed the group defensively while Drechi maintained a steady composure.

"Doin' alright, healbot." Vasquez nodded, scratching at his warpaint. "Sorry we was forever comin', we had some fallout wit da Paragon Police we hads ta take care of."

Drechi grinned a very evil grin at Vern. "Right indeed." He rasped, hefting what looked like a cross between a biological sniper rifle and a giant syringe on to his shoulder. The group's medic sternly stepped around the room, taking some readings and occasionally shooting a hateful glance at Essex, obviously miffed that there was a healer already here.

The two SpecOps looked up when they heard 'Observation.'

"You rang?" One motioned, grimacing slightly at the mention of observation drones. "Ah, don't feed me that [censored]...You need something that can react real-time to situations, not some [censored] windup toy. Come on. You want us."