WHAT IF......(Open RP) Doomsday had come to P.C.
By
Averick,
Posted on: 2004-11-02 11:26 in Roleplaying
Tick-Tok was doing his routine patrol of the Perez Park area, He spotted something shining in the forest below.
"Now what do we have here?" Tick-Tok said as he landed into the small grove, as he touched the ground something hit him in the back sending him flying into a statue left over from who nows when? Tick-Tok got up and flipped over behind the strange creature, and did a cartwheel kick which sent the creature flying into the same statue, but this time the statue smashed completely. Tick-Tok shot out a tesla cage which held the creature in place.
"Who are you?" Tick-Tok said as he took a fighting stance.
The Creature looks at the ring that os holding him inplace and begines to move. To the pure horrer of Tic-Tok This simple ring of energy that would ahve held some of the most powerful Villains in Paragon is not even phased by it. The Creature picks up a Junk of the Statue what Tic-Tok can estatement weights in at a easy 1 ton. The Creature thorws it With the Speed if a Bullet. Tic-tok does not have time to dodge and is hit square in the chest and is sent flying into thicker forest parts of Perez Park. The Creature Jumps into the air heading to the other sections of the Park that will lead into the City Proper. 
Captain Fletcher sat on a large concrete block near the archway between Perez Park and Atlas Park loading oversized bullets into his magazine. He'd led a five man squad in after a Kraken, reported in the Park, but they came up empty. There were only Man of Wars out this day.
As usual, there were a handful of heroes hanging around the archway, either coming or going, all with something to prove. Just down the street, a small group of superheroes was trashing a gang of skulls. Fletcher laughed when one of the skulls went through the bus stop glass. "Amateurs."
He looked back at his squad, all muddied up and cleaning off their gear as they took their first rest of the day. They'd done good. Each time he goes out with them he's amazed at the progress they're making.
He took a long drag of his cigar, plucked it from his teeth and opened his mouth to say something. The tranportation droid behind him initiated a warning. The comment was overrun by, "Incoming!"
The soldiers sprung up, scanning the horizon in the direction the captain was pointing. A figure in green landed among the heroes as they were basking in the pride of their victory, and shattered them. Energy bolts bounced off of the unknown entity, rock shatered across it's limbs and back, and a well placed radiation beam hit it in the eye, annoying it long enough to draw the new creature's full wrath.
"Marx, Up." Fletcher shouted as they all took defensive positions behind the concrete.
"Sniper up." Marx called as he settled behind cover and braced his rifle on the concrete slab. He'd acquired a site picture of the green creature holding a horned hero by the neck as flame danced around both of them. "Target Obscured."
"Maximum force load, fire at will." Fletcher put his cigar back between his teeth as he turned back toward the droid. "Get me CIC, emergency channel."
Marx pulled the clip from his rifle without taking the crosshair off of the green jumpsuited creature. He slid a special clip into the rifle and pulled back on the bolt. The hyperdense round in the chamber fell to the concrete and rolled onto the ground as it was replaced by the most deadly round ever made by man. Marx ratcheted the guass power up to full to compensate for the new ammo.
When the head came off the horned demon, the creature turned toward the archway and crouched. Marx's rifle voiced his dismay. The butt shoved Marx back eight inches and the crack of the round going supersonic caused leaves to fall from a nearby tree. The brass hit with a heavy "tong" and then rolled to a stop on the concrete platform.
Carter watched the green jumpsuit go backward and hit the deck. "Target down." It was his job to call the shot. But he'd dealt with the unusual before, so he kept his scope on the target and watched as it got to its feet again. "Target back up."
Captain Fletcher turned toward the droid, having just completed his conversation with CIC. "Displace through the doors!"
"I can take him." Marx insisted firing his second round into the creature. This one only staggered him as he started his jump, knocking him off course. The creature crashed into a building and disappeared from sight leaving a shower of glass speeding down the side of the building and glimmering with sunlight.
Captain Fletcher grabbed Marx by the shoulder and pulled him from his braced position. "MOVE!!"
The Police guards at the gate looked up at the doors as they started to close.
Captain Fletcher pushed his men through the doorway and yelled to the heroes near the door, "Get through the gate! Do NOT stand and fight it!"
And then it reappeared, heading directly for the gate. A hero with a large hammer slammed into the creature from the side and both security drones opened fire on it as Captain Fletcher pushed everyone he could through the closing gates. "GO, GO, GO!"
Several heroes elected to stay behind or simply chose to run too late. When the gates shut, Fletcher told his group to take up a defensive position. Then he moved off to the side to begin coordinating the hunting and extermination of this new threat.
The Cap. Fletcher turns on the video feed from the Camera over the Gateway to Atlas Park The Doors are well over 100 tons each and are capable of stoping some of the must powerful villians that Paragon knows. As the Video flicks to light Cap. Fletcher can see that the heroes that have moved to Stop the Creature are being torn apart. A load thud is heard againest the doors as the Tanker with the Hammer attack the Creature is flung againest the door like a rage doll. The Creaures other arm has gotten loose Cap. Fletcher can see clearly now that the other hand has boney pertustions sticking out now With the Grace and power of something born with Pure killing instinct the creature is on top of the police drones the rays bouncing off of the creature with ease. with two quick blows the drones are destroyed. With a roar of pure rage the creature now looks at the titanum doors that stand in his way and begins to bond on them with full force blows. On the other side the Gathered Police and heroes can see that the doors are being dented in, they will not last long.
It had been a weird week for Sol-Ar. After finally managing to attain a Security Level of 34, he got a call from one of his contacts in Independence Port, telling him the Terra Volta Reactor was under attack...again! He had flown over there as fast as he could, relieved to see that others had answered the call as well. As a Tank, he was used to being the first one through any door the group went through, taking the majority of damage aimed at the heroes...and he had done exactly that inside the reactor, thrown himself in the line of fire time and again, while his teammates ensured the reactor stayed cool and intact throughout the numerous waves of attacks against it. In the end, himself and one other had been the only two left standings, the villians and other heroes laid around them defeated.
That had only been the begining of his troubles, because after leaving the reactor he had been told to get checked out for radiation poisoning! Turns out he didn't have that particularly nasty side effect hit him from being inside a nuclear reactor running at three hundred percent non-stop throughout the battle, thank goodness...but he still didn't escape unscathed. Turns out the radiation altered his genetic structure more than it had already been tampered with when that Rikti Light Emitting Bomb had exploded in his face, first granting him his powers to absorb sunlight.
Through careful experimentation, Sol-Ar discovered that not everything that had changed had been bad. He could no longer ancor himself to the earth as he once could, unmoving from even the most powerful of blows, unyielding to any force trying to move him...but he had gained new abilities as well. In place of his Unyielding Stance, he found himself now to be almost truely unstoppable, his endurance and abilities increased to before unimaginable level: He could now fly almost as fast as some of his superspeed friends. When before he had been using his super strength to knock his enemies into the air and stun them for three follow up blows that would put them down, he had struck one Crey Protector so hard he had launched the man four stories up into the air, sending him crashing back to earth unconsious! But the biggest difference was in his ability to take damage. Before he had taken missiles and rockets point blank in the face without flinching, bullets had bounced off his costume and skin without leaving a trace...but since coming out of the reactor his Invulnerability seemed to have gone into overdrive. He had waded into the middle of a group of 15 Rikti Communication Officers, Monkeys, and Swordsmen that were threatening to take down two lower level heroes...and come out on top! Not only that, he had not been hurt once throughout the entire exchange! Blows had landed, he was sure, but none of them really effected him, and he was starting to become scared about what had happened to him inside that reactor.
His thoughts of worry were soon cut short when he heard reports coming over his commlink unit about a massive disturbance coming from one of the entry control points in the city. Wondering what could possibly be giving one of those re-enforced secure areas a problem, and wanting to lend a hand if he could, he turned his flight towards the area in question, his ankle length red cape fluttering behind him. He became a streak of blue and red as he sped across the sky, his thought turning to concern for the dedicated men and women of the PCPD who manned those points, wondering if they were alright.
He landed a few seconds after the call went out, his red boots gently touching the ground. Walking over to a man who was chewing a cigar, wearing officer ranks, and obviously in charge, Sol-Ar glanced over and his eyes widened as he saw the damage on the screen the man was looking at. His eyes grew wider as he took in the steady dent being pounded into what he had once thought were indestructible doors.
He soon put on a serious face though as he saw the carnage this creature was raining down on the other side of the doors, and he could see the wounded and crippled laying at it's feet.
"Anything I can do to help sir?"
(OOC: Sol-Ar recently respeced, in case you couldn't tell from my post! LOL He now has perma-unstoppable, perm-hasten, perma-rage, and perma-dull pain. He is also 4 SOs in flight and Damage for his heavy hitting blows, such as Haymaker and KO. He's basically a poor man's Supes! LOL)
Cap. Fletcher looks at Sol-ar and says " Are you kidding, That thing out there just trashed well over a dozen or more, as well 2 police drones. You can see that the doors will not last long. Yes we can use your help. This Kids we have here ar all low level heroes. I think I have seen you before Sol-ar isn't it. Your one of the young upcoming heroes in the City. Glade to have you here. " Here is the low down that creature just showed up out of the park my men and I dropped it with some of are most powerful firepower and the Damn thing Still got up." I have placed a call into City hall but have not heard anything form any of the Statesmen team. I have a Feeling that before this is all done we will need there help in this matter." "So Kid you think you can help?"
(Keep it coming folks this is getting interesting)
<<Power Surge detected>>
Calash landed on the top of a building, the force shook the building as his massive bulk impacted the roof. As the dust settled he stood up and looked out at the surrounding buildings. Though he seemed very peaceful the computers in the cyborgs head were very active.
<<Classifying power type>>
<<Unknown power type. Creating new record>>
<<Power levels exceed all known recorded levels. Unable to determine source>>
For a moment he stood there contemplating the information he was seeing. Something had entered the city and it was big. More troublesome was the fact that he could not identify it. Even with the recent invaders he was able to classify the power as magic in origin, but this was something totally different.
<<Police transmission detected. Unknown enemy approaching Atlas Park>>
Quickly the Cyborg leapt from the rooftop, streaking across the sky as he jumped from building to building. Very quickly he arrived at the tram. Without wasting any time he moved onto the tram to get to Atlas park.
The first thing Calash noticed when he stepped off of the tram was that the ground was shaking. People were running away in horror from what they though were tremors from a small earthquake. His scanners told him otherwise, the tremors were from pounding on the Perez Park gate.
As he arrived he was greated with a shocking site. The massive doors were being pounded on from the other side. The metal was buckling under the tremendous force that was being applied to each attack. Calash stood there for a moment, his sensors analyzing the door, inspecting its strength. He then approached Cap. Fletcher
What is causing this damage?
His voice was very robotic, yet a hint of human emotion lingered in the statement. He was worried, something very powerful was on the other side of the door
more powerful that anything he had encountered in his 39 security levels of service.
He paused for a moment before continuing.
The door super structure is failing. ETA to failure
..5 minutes.
Sol-Ar's mouth turned into a grim determined line as he heard the Captain's statement of the facts so far. Glancing around, he took in the young scared faces of some of the heroes surrounding him. He saw determination and hope there as well, and he turned back to the Captain as he replied:
"I can get people out of here in a hurry if you need me to, anyone in need of immediate medical treatment I can take first to the hospital. If you can handle the evac with whatever materials you have at hand, I can at least try to buy you some time as a rear guard, try to slow this thing down..." and he glanced back at the door as he watched the dent grow steadily larger, his voice taking on an uncertain quality: "...somehow."
Then the cyborg arrived, and Sol-Ar turned to glance in his direction. He was glad to have some other higher level heroes on hand for the situation, until he heard the estimate on how long the door would stand: Five minutes.
His tone was precise as his eyes never left the door: "Captain, that's not alot of time. In fact it might take me longer to start transporting everyone back and forth from the hospital before this thing makes it's way through the door. I suggest you gather some civilian vehicles and start transporting everyone out of here who can and is willing to go. Also, you might want to get over to City Hall personally and try to explain to them the situation we have here, just in case they think this is not a high priority threat yet."
Sol-Ar kept his eyes on the door, but directed his next comment to the newly arrived Cyborg: "Glad you could make it to the party. My name is Sol-Ar, nothing too fancy in my powers, I can just take and dish alot of damage. How about you, anything you have in your bag of tricks that can help us slow this thing down?"
With every Blow the Creaure grows in anger and rage. The Video feed from over the Gate to atlas park shows that the gate will last about the estimated time the Cyborg gave. From the other side the younger heroes begin to move the injured. Cap. Flethcer looks at the Monitor and his Comm unit "Where in the Hell is the Statesmen. and why in the hell have not some of the cities top heroes responded yet." The heroes on the other side of the titinum door start to see hung junks of the reinforced concreat that is hold the doors in place are cracking and falling for the gate area. " This is not good " say one of the officers.
Calash stood for several moments silently gazing at the quickly failing door. Though he seemed silent his internal systems raced to establish an uplink to the video monitors.
Woah
..
It was a much more human statement than normally came from the cold Cyborg. The video feed showed the carnage on the other side of the door, the giant beast that was ripping apart a structure not even Nemesis could break down.
<<Target ID: Unknown, creating new record>>
<<Target ID #2332 linked to energy reading #998476563>>
His internal systems continued to ramble on as he gazed at the image in his head. He was so focused upon the image that it took a moment before he responded to Sol-Ar.
Greetings Sol-Ar, My ID is Calash
<<Target ID: Sol-Ar. Data retrieved. Registered Hero>>
The Cyborg stood for a moment longer, once again fixated upon the giant door as the surrounding wall began to fail. Red arcs of energy began to jump across his body as his defense systems powered up. With a bright flash flames suddenly burst out around him, enveloping his body in a Fiery Shield. A small amount of heat radiated over the nearby people, much less than one would expect from flames of that size.
Tricks
.yes, I have a few tricks.
His robotic hand clenched in anticipation of what would most likely be a dangerous battle.
"We must stop the target here. If it gets lose in the city the loss of life with be more than the city transporters can handle"
The Creaure now fully in raged gives the Gate its final death blows, just as the door explodes in on the other side the last of the young heroes have moved all of the wounded out of the area the police have fallen back and are forming a Defensive line at the Second gate leading into Atlas park. The Watch commander is about to give the order to shut the second door. When Cap. Fletcher stops him. "Look there are two good heroes over there about 50 yards from here. You close the doors and they are trapped we have to give them time to see if they can stop the creature and for the some of higher heroes will get here." Cap. Fletcher look at the heroes ready do die for Paragon if it comes down to it. He thinks to himself "God Help us all, if they fail"
Sol-Ar listened as the workers and police scrambled around them to transport the wounded, moving only as fast as their injuries would allow. Once he saw Calash ignite into flames, he smiled grimly and nodded. Although he was standing right next to the cyborg, his body registered none of the heat obviously coming off the hero.
He heard Capt Fletcher's words as they were about to close off the second portal to the city, wanting to wait to see how successful he and Calash would be against this thing and hoping against hope for higher level heroes to arrive and help. Raising his voice so he could be heard over the constant metalic banging sound of the creature's fists slamming into barrier before it, he called back over his shoulder:
"You might want to close that thing, just in case we can't hold it back! If more heroes show they can at least form a second front where this thing will be forced to go, bottlenecking it at the entrance to Atlas Park!"
The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the door before them exploded inwards, a giant grey hand with bony spikes along the knuckles showing through the opening, surrounded by the scrapped remains of a green glove.
Sol-Ar felt his stomach flutter and tighten all at the same time as he took in the massive size, power, and obvious viciousness of the enemy they were facing. Focusing his mind on all the innocents that would suffer if he and Calash were not able to stop this thing, or at least slow it down, he found his inner calm and resolve. He felt his powers growing inside him, his rage at the horror and destruction this thing seemed to thrive on growing stronger, and he knew he would be in for the fight of his life. Slowly forming his hands into fists, he took one step forwards so he was out of Calash's line of fire, but still the closer one to the creature. He narrowed his gaze, his face settled with resolve and purpose, his voice ringing with authority:
"End of the line, whatever you are...your rampage ends here!"
"Sir, permission to join the two heroes inside." Marx stood next to Captain Fletcher, reloading his gun from the ammo brought by other soldiers as they arrived.
Another soldier, Gabresey stood next to him. "Me too, sir."
Fletcher looked over the evacuation, the younger heroes pooling up around the door, and even civillians collecting to look in at the noise and see what all the disturbance was about. "I just can't help but think about Bull Run. All those people. What would have happened if the South pursued? I can't take that chance. Permission denied, prepare to herd this crowd back."
The gate guards began firing at the opening with their shotguns and civilian assault rifles as the hole grew larger and the creature invaded more and more into the small corridore between sections of the city.
Captain Fletcher grabbed one of the soldiers that had just arrived off of a truck. "When I point at you, I want you to fire your LAW at the top of the archway." He turned toward Sgt Shaw, who had also arrived on the scene moments earlier. "Shaw, deploy every available gun to disperse the crowd, and get the wounded out of here by truck. Instruct your men to fire over the crowd's head. We need to clear this area."
"Yes Sir!" Shaw immediately related the orders and moved soldiers in amongst the wounded and in a circle inside the onlookers. Every soldier had his rifle ready. Each was facing out, toward the crowd.
The young soldier that Fletcher had singled out had pulled, pinned, and extended his law, and was pointing it at the wall above the archway. Fletcher tapped him on the opposite shoulder and he fired.
The rocket left a visible red trail as it streaked up into the titanium archway and exploded. Gunfire erupted from the center of the crowd and heroes jumped back into defensive stances while civilians ran for cover. Captain Fletcher held the reciever of his military radio up to his ear. "Close the Inner Atlas Park door. And try again to find the Statesman."
Fletcher put the reciever down as the creature tore through the last of the outer door. The inner door began to close. "Calash and Sol-Ar. Make a note of those names. Good luck, heroes."
Mr. Light sighed as he watched the Heroe assemble at the gates to Perez in Atlas Park. He clenched his fists in his helplessness.
"Are you SURE this doesn't concern us?" Mr. Light asked, the Void of Light appearing behind him. "This DOES sound like something Mr. Dark would come up with..."
" No. " The Void declared, a tone of finality in it's voice. " This is not the work of Mr. Dark or the Dark Void. Mr. Dark is busy looking for new Agents of Darkness since your last battle. " The Void's tone changed. " Just as YOU shoud be looking for new Agents of Light. "
Mr. Light sighed. At first glance, Mr. Light appeared to be a normal Hero: He was wearing a white trenchcoat over a white shirt, and had on white pants, his outfit being complete with white boots and white gloves. His blue hair sat neatly on top of his head, but his eyes... they seemed to be a gateway to some wonderful light, almost enough to make you want to die just to know what kind of paradise lies beyond them. He also carried a white cane with him, complete with a small statuette of an Angel on top of it.
However, Mr. Light was NOT a normal Hero. He was the last member of the Agents of Light, a group of Agents chosen by the Light Void that was in an eternal battle against the Agents of Darkness. As it was, both Agents of Light and Darkness were EXTREMELY powerful, their power easily 10 times that of even Statesman himself. In addition, the both the Agents of Light and Darkness were immortal, except to the opposing Agents' powers. Though Mr. Light appeared yound and attractive, the eyes that watched the gate at Perez in Atlas Park were thousands of years old.
"I suppose..." Mr. Light said, sighing as he watched the Heroes. "They should be able to handle this little problem on their own..." Mr. Light began, but then his facial expression changed as he felt an Agent of Darkness approaching. Turning to his right, he saw Mr. Dark land, smiling wickedly at him as he waved at Mr. Light.
"Well, hello there, Mr. Light." Mr. Dark chuckled. "It seems like we just keep bumping into each other lately, doesn't it?" Mr. Dark's chuckle became a laugh.
Mr. Dark, like Mr. Light, was currently the last of his kind. Being the last of the Agents of Darkness, he appeared to be a normal Villain you would find in Paragon City: He was wearing a black trenchcoat over a black shirt, complete with black pants and black boots and gloves. His red hair hung wildly over his head and on his chin in a small goatee, and he leaned on his black cane, which a small statuette of a Demon on it's tip.
Like Mr. Light, Mr. Dark was immortal; and like Mr. Light, he was searching for more Agents for his master, the Dark Void.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Dark?" Mr. Light asked coldly, keeping his gaze on Mr. Dark at all times. Mr. Dark chuckled once more.
"Well, I saw this new Villain here," Mr. Dark pointed at the Perez gates. "And I had an interesting little idea: Why make a little game out of this?" Mr. Dark's chuckle became an outright sneer. "I'll stand back and help the Villain, never actively interfering with the Heroes; and you can help the Heroes, never actively interfering with the Villain? Sound fair?"
"I will NOT use these-" Mr. Light began, but the Light Void interrupted him.
" Go. " The Void declared, causing Mr. Light to turn to the Void in confusion. " Mr. Dark will help the Villain whether you interfere or not. As a member of the Agents of Light, you must always challenge the will of the Agents of Darkness. That is your duty. " The Void stated the last part matter-of-factually. Mr. Light sighed again, then nodded to Mr. Dark.
"Alright!" Mr. Dark smiled. "What fun! Let's go!"
And in black and white mists, Mr. Dark and Mr. Light where gone.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
Tick-Tok fought his way through the foliage of Perez Park.
"Damn giant monster, I JUST GOT MY ARMOUR WAXED!" Tick-Tok screamed in fury as he blasted in the direction of the enourmous beast.
Tick-Tok's blast was about to hit the monster when a black blur seemed to appear out of nowhere and knock the blast away from the Villain.
The blast was redirected right through the doors leading to Atlas Park and hit Captain Fletcher dead-on, paralyzing him as he began to convulse on the ground...
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
Vondor was meditating in his chamber when, he heard Silver yell something from the other room. At first he paid no attention to his partner.
Vondor I really think this is important! Silver yelled banging on the door to his room
You do know I am meditating Vondor replied quite terse
Vondor Silver said in a very serious tone I believe it can wait
Knowing that his friend only got serious when there was important goings on in Paragon City, and they threatened its citizens. He removed his thoughts from his meditation and began to put on his costume. He personally hated his attire being called a costume, but he accepted it as a custom on this planet. It consisted of a hood, and a cowl that when looked directly upon gave the illusion that he had no eyes or any facial features of any kind. He wore a skin tight long sleeve shirt; the pattern was one of red camo, and stripes of black. The red dye used on the garment was disturbingly blood red. His hood and cowl also consisted of the same blood red color. Hit pants were baggy with a camo pattern similar to the one on his shirt. Only visible to those who looked was his sheath, holstered in it was a katana from his home world. He got up and opened the door to his almost comic looking friend.
On the other hand his friend (Silver Haze) had a sort of comic look to himself. His jet black spiky hair appeared to be held in place by cement, for it never moved or changed shape. His attire was a different story altogether he wore a pair of black goggles with the center of the eyepieces an odd lime-green tint, making it seem that he had an enormous pair of green eyes. Upon further inspection you could make out the red lines that flowed under the surface of the lenses, happened to be an advanced targeting system of his won creation. He wore a tight fitting white long sleeve shirt with an electron pattern running over it; the sleeves were tucked into his large banned gloves that appeared to be armored. His pants were baggy with the same electron pattern and his boots matched his gloves. Although he preferred not to carry unless necessary he had assault rifle that, It was obviously of his design and had several components that looked quite dangerous. He had it strapped to his back at the moment, with a look of determination on his face.
There is a problem in Atlas Park silver said
Although a problem in Atlas Park was a lady being mugged by some crooks, it was nothing that was necessary to disturb Vondor while he was meditating.
As Silver headed for the door Vondor said Will I get a briefing on the way Captain he responded with the sarcasm obvious.
Silver looked back with a glint in his smile If you can keep up and with that silver jumped out the nearest window, and bounded along his boots absorbing the shock
Vondor followed suit but instead of jumping he began to run at a superhuman speed along side his partner.
As silver filled him in on the events that had happened so far Vondor began to realize hoe big of a deal this was. He had seen the gates in Atlas Park, anything that could even dent those monstrosities was defiantly deserving of their attaetion.
and there are 2 heroes who plan to engage it when it brakes through the gate silver replied. He was distracted by Vondor as he halted in mid stride and his head turned in the direction of a tall sky scraper. He remained trained on that building for the next minute then he shook his head and looked in the direction of the Perez Park gate.
Vondor had been having Deja-Vu many times lately; he kept feeling good and evil energy sources all over Paragon City. He would notice them long enough for him to make a lock but the thought patterns were erratic and as soon as he found them they usually disappeared. He disregarded them as anomalies of the planet, but he always had the feeling that he was being watched
As both of the heroes stood near the entrance to the Perez park gate Silver asked the person who looked in charge Can we be of any help.
He appeared to be surprised by the two heroes sudden and quiet arrival. As the spiky haired gentleman gave a hand to the man to shake, while his partner surveyed the two heroes next to the gate.
Faolon stepped out of an abandoned office building in Perez Park.
"Doesn't Nemesis EVER get tired of those crazy schemes?" He said to himself. "I mean, weather control? Only he could be ballsy enough to take control of the weather."
He reached behind his back into a pouch and pulled out a cell phone.
"Guess I better call Christopher now." He said with a sigh.
As he started searching through the cell's phone book for Maxwell Christopher's phone number a loud noise grabbed his attention. It sounded like a scream.
He looked up just in time to see a blast of some sort shoot out from within Perez Park towards the Atlas Park gate area.
Without hesitation he jumped into the air and began to fly toward the gate.
As he drew closer he could hear someone's voice. They were shouting at someone or some thing.
"...your rampage ends here!" they screamed.
Faolon stopped dead when he got a glance of the, now thrased, gateway.
He turned to his left and saw a hero climbing out of the dense forest. Then turned back towards the doorway and saw the creature that caused the destruction of those massive doors. The sight of it gaved him goosebumps.
"That thing..." He said with his eyes wide open,"That... can't..." The words failed to escape his mouth. He knew that creature was bad news, and he was used to that sort of thing, but something about this thing scared him.
As he hovered down to the ground, he tried to compose himself.
"It can't be allowed to enter Atlas Park." Faolon said to himself.
He looked at the two heroes preparing to do battle with the creature. He knew he had to get their attention and the beast's without distracting the heroes and making them drop their guard.
He looked up at the door as he muttered an enchantment. He knew it was going to be a painful few minutes.
Faolon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then opened his eyes as a green glow surrounded his body.
Without a second thought, he flew towards the creature at full speed yelling to the other heroes: "TRY TO LEAD HIM BACK INTO THE..." It was all he was able to say.
The two heroes looked on helplessly as the creature spun around and met Faolon with its fist. It had been anticipating his attack and caught Faolon in the chest with its giant bony fist, shattering Faolon's rib cage and sending him flying backwards; through the great stone wall that surrounded the park area. A few yards after breaking through the wall, he hit the ground and bounced hard, breaking a few more bones as he continued to bounce until finally sliding to a halt.
As Faolon gasped for air and tried to concentrate on healing his wounds, the creature turned to the two heroes blocking its path.
(This is my first one of these so I apologize for any mistakes)
"Through Avarice evil smiles; through insanity it sings"
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(( Erm... isn't this thread ultimately pointless? Doomsday was not a character at all, but a plot device; he existed solely to kill Superman, and anyone and anything that attempted to thwart him from that purpose was defeated and cast aside. So I can basically summarize this entire thread:
Doomsday appears.
A bunch of heroes try to fight him, and are defeated, no matter what they do.
Statesman (or whatever hero Doomsday is targeted on) appears.
Statesman and Doomsday fight.
Statesman defeats Doomsday but "dies," setting off a Major Media event, merchandizing, the appearance of four new characters who each represent a different take on Statesman's accumulated mythos, and so on.
Doomsday, his purpose served, is put on ice to be dragged out whenever the devs, er, the writers need their deus ex machina again.
The End. ))
My characters at Virtueverse
Faces of the City
Mr Dark Blurred past everyone, doing his evil deeds, asured of his own immortality and indestructability. After all, only an agent of Light as powerful as Mr. Dark could even hurt him. And then, with the balance of light and dark necessary in the universe, nothing could truly destroy him, right?
Wrong. What Mr.Dark didn't realize was that another, even more powerful force was watching their battle on Earth. He watched the voids play out their sick little game and when he felt that the agents had meddled in Earth's affairs enough, he acted.
Mr. Dark froze, unable to move or even think. The dark void attempted to recall his agent, but found itself also unable to move or think. A man in white robes appeared over the battlefield and mists of time erupted from the ground as people froze momentarily. The two timelines schismed visibly.
In one, Tick-Tok was far too far away from the creature to even hit it, in the other, he somehow fired a shot from the park and had it deflected at the soldier manning the defense.
In the first timeline, the soldier fell and convulsed, in the second he was greeted by two new heroes coming to save the day.
The new, robed man spoke, as Mr. Light and Mr. Dark were trapped, powerless by an unseen force. "Your battle has not resolved the ultimate issues here, and your powers have been abused regularily. The cycle must be broken, there must be a reckoning."
With that, he pulled his hands together and the two voids melded together, melting into the same material that the entire universe was forged from. With their powersource removed, the light and dark agents found themselves unable to simply wish away every danger, they no longer could instantly ressurrect themselves, and were no longer impervious to all but weapons of the other agents. They were no more powerful than your average Paragon city hero or villan.
Mr. Dark slid to a stop and found he could only run three times as fast as a regular human, not ten million. Mr. Light found he couldn't anticipate every move and hesitated.
"Let the timeline be healed", the robed figure said as the mist faded away, and Captain Fletcher turned back toward the two heroes, shaking the extended hand.
"Glad to have you try. The doors are closing fast and those two in there might not be able to stop this thing. See if you can't organize those heroes over there into some sort of useful force." Captain Fletcher indicated the crowd of heroes that were just pushed back by troops to make room for evacuation.
The doors slammed shut with an omenous "clang", sealing the three brave heroes in with the creature in the green jumpsuit.
Calash momentarily dropped to one knee and slammed both his hands into the pavement. Grasping at the now shattered roadway he effortlessly lifted a large chunk of dirt, rock, and asphalt over his head.
"Engaging target"
With all his strength he send the massive chunk of rock flying at the beasts head. At the same moment he leapt forward and struck the monster it it's chest at the same moment the heavy rock landed upon it's head. It was a combination of attacks that would level even the strongest of villains.
The creature did not move. The ground beneath it's feet was now cracked from the force of the blow, but it still stood there.
It's mammoth hand quickly wrapped around the cyborgs body and began to squeeze intent upon crushing the armor like a paper bag.
As Mr. Dark and Mr. Light observed their new mortality, the robed figure returned to its origin in the Cosmos, assured of its deed. However, when the robed figure returned it had to deal with the rest of the highest sources in the Universe.
These were of course the gods that had originally created the Universe, and there was no higher source than them. There were 7 all together, and the other 6 looked at the robed figure in anger as he/she returned. They spoke with words that were indecipherable, uncomprehensible to all mortals, but were clear enough to each other.
"Why did you mettle in the affairs of the Dark and Light Ones?" One of the gods asked, his voice echoing into forever. "You know that is against the Treaty we signed with them when we first created the Universe; there dominion would be seperate from ours, and their affairs free to their own whims."
"They were meddling too much." The robed One said in self-defense. "Why let Ones with such power meddle in a world like Earth?"
"How powerful or how much they meddle is irrelevant." Another god answered, it's light extending beyond what human sight was capable of. "It is our vow, what draws the Universe together, and what must be for all eternity."
And with that, the Robed One was cast away into a Universe unlockable, even with all of its powers. The gods undid the changes the Robed One had created, except for undoing the timeline, which they decided was best to keep it the way the Robed One left it. All of the Mr. Dark's and Mr. Light's powers were returned, and their immortality and regeneration regained. There would be no more interference from them for the rest of the battle, and they saw that no other cosmic entities interfered, for they were the gods, the most powerful beings that could exist in the Cosmos, and their will was done.
Mr. Dark and Mr. Light felt their powers return, and Mr. Dark smiled to Mr. Light.
"Shall we continue?" Mr. Dark sneered, and Mr. Light stared coldly back. In an instant, they were gone again.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
The Creaure had the Cyborg. The Cyborg could feel the power that this creautre, as it slowly squeesed the armored figure seem to enjoy the sound of the crunching of Metal. with the blur of motion from behind the creaure. Another hero had arrived on the sight. The hero was large and well muscled his uniform looked that of the Colors of Great Britten with the White lion on his chest body aromor, Lookgin into the Creaures Eyes "Now mate that is no way to be treating Folks" With a Blow that would level a Small building the Aromered figure land a blow into the Cretures chest. The Creaure takes the blow and does not even move. "Bloody Hell looks like I got your attention didn't I" The Creature drops the Cyborg and craps the Brit hero by the face and picks him up, the creaure then plains him into the pavement. A loud thund and the British hero is laying there knocked out cold. The Creautre the rasies his foot, to place another blow to end the brave souls life.
The creature stomps down on the British Hero... or does he? The instant the creature stomps down, the Hero is gone in a white flash, and creature stomps the solid concrete, leaving large crack in the road.
Mr. Light quickly rejuvenates the British Hero and then leaps away before the Hero knows whats going on...
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
The Day was Bright crisp, Fall had come to Paragon City. Perez Park had been cleaned out by many of the City's heroes there was a few Reports of Muggings where still reported from time to time. The Park was Still a good place to patrol for some of the Lower Security Clearence heroes, But all in all the life had returned to normal it had been about 3 years ago that the rikti had been defeated and much of the City was still being rebuilt. Jobs where growing do the growth of construstion, small business that are the backbone of many communities had sprung up over night. All in All the city was doing well for itself. The two lovers where holding hands in the park. walking down some of the more well known but darker paths in the Park.
"Hard to beleave a year ago this place was taken over by the street gangs, and the Thorns."
"Yes I know sweet, (With a wink in where eye) you want to find some place private."
"Sue Damn Girl, that make s three time today,"
"What can I say there is something in the air"
"Alright."
The Two walk off the open path to a private spot they know of. As soon as the two arrive they hear the Strange sound of thumbing coming about 100 yards away from them. It sound almost like something is coming up from the earth.
"Did you hear that..."
"Ya, what is it?"
"I don't know stay here let me see what is is"
"Becarful"
"Hey Baby I'm a hero what can happen there is not to much I can't handle"
As Stallion was a Scrapper all the way he was right there was not to much he could handle. He had taken on 3 squads of 5th colum soilders that had attacked his team the rest of the team had been knocked cold. The Stallions Fast regeration had been the key factor in that battle.
The Stallion went into the deeper into perez park, He heard a lud rumble and the explostion of Dirt and Ground go up before him. Standing Before him was a Creature well over 9 feel tall One arm tied behinds its back by Steel cables. The Green jumpsuit it was wearing was covered in dirt an look like it had been bared alive in it. One had was free and it had boney patursions sticking out. The Stallion looked at the creature and Smiled looks like another wanna be bad guy. "Buddy you have any Idea on who I am. Im Sthe Stallion and I'm going to kick your butt." This where the last words the Stallion said before the Creature moved with Lighting fast speed and placed his fist though the young heroes chest. The Creature flings the body of the young hero off to the side like a rage doll. Sue after hearing the loud nosie comes to find the Stallion.
"Honey you there, What was all the noise over here," As she comes up the trail she can see her boyfriends body laying there his back is to her and she can not see the gapping hole in his chest. Sue Rushes to his side "OMG, Stallion Don't now I'll get you to the hospital. " As Sue rushes to his side and round the tree for the first time she can sees the hole. She is shocked and is about to scream for help. She sees a Shadow standing over her. as she looks up she sees the creature, its hand pulled back in a Full force blow. Before she can Scream the Creaure stikes............(Well that sets the stage. Remember that this was the doomsday creaure the same one that killed Big Blue (Superman) and trashed the JL. Your Single Character my have a few chances of fighting the creature. But what I'm looking for in this thread is your story telling skills. 3 facts to keep in mind about The doomsday creature. One Doosmany has almost no internal orgains most of hs body is made up of Muscle Mass. The Creature can Evolve a defence for most powers this is way it is considered the ultmate surivor. His Enderance is about equal to the man of Steel, he has a little bit stronger than Old Blue boy. Remeber that most energy attacks just upset him the JLA blaseted him with everything that they ahd and he did not even blink at this. Keep this fators in mind and have fun with the story. I would like to keep this to one posting per person. I will then pull off the whole tread after it is completed and post it on the fan story telling Fourm here on City of Heroes. Thanks all Good Luck and have fun.