The silence of Perez Park was shattered by the clomping of heavy feet. Underneath the thick, ancient canopy of trees, a odd sight was occurring. A group of what seemed 1800's style infantry, accompanied by two Brass walkers, was makings it way through the mud and swamps. The crimson and bronze uniforms popped garishly out of the otherwise thick dark foliage. Silently they worked their way forward until one of the trailing infantry got one of his feet stuck in the mud. Quitting after a single try, it went limp and in a totally empty voice it spoke.
"Assistance required!"
The actions gave the soldier away as a Nemesis automaton, a complex robot designed to serve in the place of a human. Looking over his shoulder at the distressed machine, Lance Sergeant Aaron Ericcson sighed. The only other human there was Lancer Surgeon Freis, who was so involved in his own thoughts that he didnt even notice. Freis was an amazing doctor and engineer, but had gained himself a reputation of being somewhat spacey.
"Freis, would you mind giving me a hand here? One of our fusiliers got stuck in the mud...again."
The surgeon snapped to attention and ran to the automaton. The two managed to pull the leg out of the mud, and soon the whole group was again moving.
They arrived with no further incident at one of the doors Base Alpha 13. The door was not very large, but the stairs beyond it were more then wide enough to accommodate the two Gewher Jaegers that Aaron has taken with him. Strapping the door to the ends of the Jaegers, the moving platforms pulled. The gears strained as the four legs clawed at the earth for support, but in the end the door couldnt take it and came flying of its hinges. The two Jaegers, with nothing holding them back, went dangerously careening into the trees, only to return later with a new coating of leaves and dirt.
Walking down the stairs, the machines in tow made more then enough noise to alert anyone. Four mechanical Fusiliers, and the two Jaegers could've woken the dead with the racket they made.
The stairs opened into a large room filled with janitorial supplies. Freis scrunched his nose in distaste.
"Ugh. This whole place smells like bleach."
Aaron frowned, though not over the bleach. Impeding their path was a even larger steal blast door, made just for an occasion like this. The Sergeant dug into his pockets and removed a door cracker. Even this highly advanced bit of technology had the typical Nemesis bronze finish. He placed it on the door, and it began to whir away through the various combinations.
((Ok, I'll give this a shot. So the agreement for now seems to be 1 boss, 2 lts, and a single-digit number of minions, hm? Alrighty...since Soviet will want the Malta for sure and Nemmy's been taken...aaahhh, I know 
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"GLOOOORBLE!!!"
A sickening, twisting sound spread through the forests of Perez Park as a Protean brought down a slimy fist on an utterly outmatched young hero it held in its other arm, which it had used to break the hero's with a sharp twist, snapping bone, muscles, and tendons.
The storm-powered young man in his blue-and-yellow lightning costume went to the ground, and several Spawns closed in on him. Suddenly, he vanished. He'd be alright - but it would take a while for the doctors to patch him back up at the hospital.
The group of brainless Hydra extensions wallowed about the door to base Alpha 13 for a few more minutes, then stopped, estabilishing what could be vaguely described as a perimeter.
A hiss echoed through the air, and a rift appeared, tearing apart the continuum of normal space, the swirling green-gray oval floating vertically in the air.
Out stepped an overly tall figure, clad in black metal and wielding a huge energy blaster grafted to the suit's arm: Headman Gunman Sur'Lakat.
[The area is clear and secured.] he sent back on the mental wavelength of the Rikti, [Visual contact to the entrance has been estabilished.]
The answer came back, short and to the point: the rest were on their way.
Headman Gunman Kul'Bere stepped through the portal next, followed by a communciations officer, who would ensure the satbility of the transport process. A second was next, followed by the leader of the squad, Chief Mentalist Kal'Merus.
He surveyed the area, making sure the Hydra pieces didn't cause any trouble with his strike force. They were reliable, yes, but only worked for the Rikti resentfully. One day the Hydra might break free of their control. If that ever happeneded...Kal'Merus shuddered to think of it.
He nodded in satisfaction as the rest of this troop stepped through the portal: two guardians and three advanced drones, the machines immediately becoming invisible to all but the best of sensors. And with the sensor packages in the drones, there was almost nothing they couldn't detect in advance.
[We are assembled.] Gunman Sur'Lakat reported, [The operation may begin.]
Kal'Merus nodded again, turning in the direction of the blast door to the base. He didn't bother removing the camouflage - there was no need. Seeing the door clearly in his mind, he had a firm hold on it whther normal eyes could grasp it or not.
The Mentalist concentrated, and a horrifying squealing and creaking came from the solid tempered steel, as it bent and cracked in every direction, finally crashing apart under the tremendous assault of mental forces on its internal structure.
And the Rikit proceeded inside, in closed formation: a drone first, scouting ahead, followed by the Gunmen Sur'Lakat and Kul'Bere, arm cannons facing forward and sweeping, the visors of their combat suits scanning about for anything the drone might have missed.
Kal'Merus walked at the center of the formation, followed by the two communication offciers, the 'safety net' of the troop, flanked by the guardians, who would drop shields on everyone at the first sign of a threat, and finally the other two advanced drones, performing rear guard duties.
The Hydra pieces on the surface milled about for a few more minutes, then slumped away in their characteristic motions. They were no longer needed, and so they dispersed, as the Rikti advanced onto enemy ground in Base Alpha 13...
((And yes, I plan to use normal quotation marks for actual speech, but since the Rikti communicate telepathically and not in English, I'll just be writing thranslations in brackets 
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"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Commadner Jones looked down on Perez Park by the buildings near it through his blue beak shaped visor. Next to him stood the Jump Bot #7 ready for combat and more than excited about it. "Reco can you tell me what's going on." Jones said to the Porter next to him. "Right away sir!" The new poter said. He had onlyn just got this Rank and was more than ready to use it as he teleported away in a blue flash and came back a few seconds later. "Nothin but a few Rikti, Jones." Reco reported.
Jones stepped away from the edge and #7 followed as it was expose to. "Johnson" Jones started to say to the Wingman who was hovering slightly off the ground. " I want you to scout ahead to the target." "Right away Sir" Johnson said before he took to flight.
"Preston! I want you to check out #7 before we head into combat" Jones said to the engineir who was fiddleing with some random device. Puting the device into a pcket and standing up he motoined "Right away" and went to work. on #7. Soon Thesefour and the few others would head into combat for those Longbox machines and take them. "For the SKY RAIDER!" Jones shout acadentaly before looking around at the other raiders who were a little freaked. "Err... yea"
(Must go do research in game for Sky raiders, but I will be back.)
((*Rubs hands together evilly and hands Marcus a cigar*))
Marcus took a drag of his cigar.
"Okay, cell fourteen, let's get rollin'."
The ex-gangster surveyed his small cell. Him, a Gunslinger, an Operations Officer, a Sapper, his apprentice Engineer Commander, Craig Weston, ((Just a Tactical Engineer.)), and four TacOps. Only nine.
Damn.
At the sound of a snapping twig he waves his men down, sending the squad prone and crawling. He checks his GPS - The entrance is a mere fifty yards ahead. He quietly rises behind a tree and surveys the door.
It was open.
"Odd." He whispered into his Commlink, using a heavily encrypted channel only useable by his own cell. "Seems some fool Longbow has left the gates swung open for us. Let's not insult his hospitality."
A few rustling moments later, and the entire Maltan crew is sitting in the branches of a tree right outside of the door.
"Don't touch the ground. Possible minefield." Marcus breathes as his fellow engineer draws a grapplegun. With a thumping noise, it is secured just above the door, and Marcus is sliding into the belly of the beast...
((Marcus is the boss, by the way - The Gunslinger is a lieutenant.))
OOC: *rubs hands together* Ok, folks. Let's get the party started.
BIC: "You know when I said that I hate trees? Well, I think I hate caves more. They're too dark and damp and they look creepy and things could be lurking behind every corner and-"
"Shut your trap, Hardy!" Farfield shouted, banging his fist on the back of the Slicer's armor for good measure.
"Would all of you shut up back there?" hissed Widow from up front, her skills and camoflauge making her nearly invisible. "I feel like I'm babysitting a bunch of Wolf Spiders."
Now, every Crab Spider had his pride. They may not be higher up on the totem pole than the Bane Spiders or have the mad skills of the Mu or Fortunata, but they were the best of the regular forces and they were certainly better than any wet-behind-the-ears Wolf Spider thug. This insult resulted in complete silence from the Crab Spiders and a much more professional air between them all. Widow shook her head slightly, Boys.
"Were almost out of these caves, anyway," Widow added after a while. "One last door up ahead but I think it's covered by a pair of auto-turrets. Any chance you guys brought along a rocket launcher?"
Farfield walked up behind Widow and peered around the corner to see a well lit door with a pair of bulges flanking it on each wall. His HUD lit up as it analyzed each object and projected a 90% chance that they were Class 2 defensive turrets. Powerful enough to punch through Crab Spider armor with a few seconds of continuous fire but with relatively antique targeting AIs, meaning that they would be slow to react.
"We may not have a rocket launcher, but we have the next best thing, a Mu."
Mu'Jurkan sighed and drifted up to Farfield and Widow. Farfield gave the mystic a quick summary of the targets and the mystic nodded in response.
"I believe I have a spell that can handle them both. But I will need cover as it takes several seconds to cast," he said in his typical mono-tone.
"Got it. Hardy, O'Hannien, give the Mu some suppressing fire."
O'Hannien, one of the few female Crab Spiders, was good at her job and quick on her feet to boot, so she was most likely to avoid taking damage. Hardy he just wanted to get to shut up and nothing did that like a good threat to your own mortality.
About ten seconds later the turrets were annihilated by a surge of electricity and Hardy was being helped to his feet by O'Hannien. The kid had taken a couple of rounds right around the top of his chest plate and seemed a little dazed. No permanent damage but at least he'd shut up for a while, which was all Farfield asked for.
"Let's hope that noise didn't clue anyone in on us," said one of the other Slicers.
"Let's hope there was no one to hear it," growled Farfield as he followed Widow through the now open door.
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After about a minute of patient chirping and beeping, the code breaker gave one last BLEEP and shut off. Aaron grabbed the device as it fell off the door and tucked it away. The heavy blast door slowly ground open to reveal a large turret sitting on the ceiling a few meters inside the long corridor, which looked as though it was meant to recieve heavy vehicles. But thankfully the turret remained motionless. Whether it was merely biding its time, was broken, or had someone mistaken the Nemesis troops as allies was unknown.
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In front of the Rikti infiltration group was a long corridor lined with doors that looked rather flimsily made compared to the rest of the base so far. If the Rikti were to look inside they would see small offices that looked like the kind of places that minor functionaries would use. Cogs in the larger machine that is the Longbow organization. At the end of the corridor was a wall with an open door which the lead drone was poking its nose through.
[Two targets approaching!] called out the lead drone. [Requesting orders!]
The targets that the drone had sensed had yet to come around the corner that was a little ways past the door. They were a pair of cleaning droids that looked like mobile trashcans. One of them was actually moving along the ceiling while the second was puttering across the floor, vacuuming up bits of dust and irritably poking at larger debris that it couldn't get rid of. Not that the Rikti could probably tell the difference between a non-combat droid and something dangerous.
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Raider intelligence had located an entrance to Base Alpha 13 in the basement of the building that Jones and most of his men were currently on. The door would be a bit small for the Wing Raiders to fit through but they could manage. The only difficulty they would have by going through that door would be breaking the code and getting past the electric defense field.
Of course, they could always follow after the Rikti and see what the aliens were up too.
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The door that Marcus and his men entered led into a small cave complex that, although complicated looking, had dim guiding lights leading the way after a turn was between them and the entrance. Nothing really eventful happened until something under one of the TacOps's boot went squish.
It turns out that a small group of Vahzilok had found this door before the Malta and had attempted to force their way in. Judging from the bullet wounds and long trail of blood behind the Reaper which the TacOps had stepped on, there were some defenses up ahead.
In fact, there were defenses up ahead. Four Class 3 defensive turrets in fact. Strong enough to chew up lightly armored targets and quick enough to track a Rikti drone they had torn apart the group of zombies with ridiculous ease. But the Vahzilok had caused some damage. Acid scoring on all four turrets made them more susceptible to damage and one of them was having trouble rotating its light machie gun.
OOC: So we've got Arachnos, Nemesis, Sky Raiders, Rikti, and Malta. A nice all star line up. All we need is a magic group.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Marcus nodded to the Gunslinger, who rubbed his hands. Licking his lips and securing his Stetson, the pistoleer loads up two clips of EMP shot, one for each magnum. Peering out at the cannons, he thinks he can make the shot. Taking a good long look at the guns, he is interrupted as one of the TacOps sneezes.
And the cannons whir up to fire.
"Dammit, you!" Marcus snarls as he dives for cover, Craig throwing down an autoturret to draw the fire, "Shoot it now!"
The gunslinger empties his clips.
OOC: Side note: You guys control the things that you fight. That's why I'll give overviews of the things that technically your characters wouldn't know. However, there will be some things that I'll control directly. I'll warn you if that is the case.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Right then.))
The gunslinger's training holds true, and as a bullet sinks straight into the barrel of one of the cannons, it sputters and emits a surge of power, sending electricity down the hall and shocking the other cannons out of commission.
"Well, if there's robotic defenses in here that didn't know we were here, they do now." Marcus snarls, "Good shot, but let's get moving. We don't have time to stop everything, so employ stealth where possible. Copy?"
"Copy."
"Good, now let's go. Someone gimmie a cigar."
"Sir, you said be stealthy. The cigar would add to thermals..."
"To hell with that, now gimmie that smoke or I'll smoke you."
"Yessir...."
((Your Arachnos team has a Mu mystic 
. But yeah, that's little. I guess if nobody posts with a magic group here soon, I'll send a special investigation team courtesy of the Legacy Chain.))
[Analyze and assess threat.] Mentalist Kal'Merus sent back to the drone, and it promptly obeyed, executing the order.
Had it been visible, it would have been almost comical to watch the drone hover about the caretaker bots.
[Analysis complete.] the drone sent back, [Maintenance mechanoid. Threat: zero.]
Kal'Merus' mood dropped visibly. These humans would copy anything they could get their hands on, specifically if it was of Rikti design. The caretaker drones' inner workings resembled those of the ones used aboard the Ship to a tee.
[Copies.] Sur'Lakat snarled, [Permission to disassemble?]
[Granted.] Kal'Merus agreed, and the Gunners raised their arm cannons. Moments later, there were no more drones, only greasy black spots on floor and ceiling.
[Vertical-shaft-box located.] the drone sent word of a new discovery. Rikti no longer used elevators in the conventional sense, but they had learned to pilot 'vertical-shaft-boxes' during their time on Earth.
Kal'Merus didn't waste much time. The drone sensors showed the shaft headed down, and logic dictated that the greatest secrets of a subterranean base would be kept at the bottom. Now they had a goal to reach.
The Rikti and their machines entered the elevator and selected the bottom button. It likely wouldn't take them all the way where they wanted to go - certainly the first gravo tube on board a Cruiser did not go to the propulsion section - but it was a start.
Kal'Merus was startled by a crunching sound as the doors began to close, but relaxed as he discovered a Guardain eating a small ration pack.
[My body has requested nourishment.] he explained, feeling the leader's thoughts focusing on him.
Kul'Bere shook her head in a decidedly human gesture, [You should have consumed more mass quantities before we departed.]
And the 'vertical-shaft-box' descended...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Aaron quickly issued an order to the Fusiliers and the Jeagers. He was unaware of what the turret was doing, but was not about to find out the hard way.
"Target the Turret! Fire!"
The Automatons did not hesitate, they loaded the storm rifles and fired directly into the turrets front. The Jeagars, popped upon, two Chain guns a piece whirred about and fired onto the turret as well. The Lance Sergeant, having a Storm Rifle as well, assisted in the attack. After each robot had fired, he issued an order to find cover. The two groups split up. The Jeagers and three Fusiliers ran to cover provided by a portion of the door that still remained exposed. Aaron, the Surgeon, and another robot ran to the other side.
The firepower ripped into the turret, which spasmed to return fire. The mini gun which it protected came out of its sheath, and warmed fired in response. One of the Fusiliers, who had not realized his foot was still out of cover, was brutally alerted to this fact when the appendage was nearly severed. It stumbled and fell into the other Automatons, who were knocked over in a fashion that resembled dominoes.
Aaron and the other Fusilier, who had taken advantage of the weapons distraction, fired twice more. The shells hit the turret and detonated. The gun caught fire, and burning chunks fell onto the floor. It was out of commission. The surgeon sprinted to the robot, who had not managed to right itself yet. Assessing the damage, he took some pliers, a small welder, and some cord out of his bag. He repaired a severed hydraulics line, and correcting some damage cords that acted as tendons.
The robot righted itself and walked, though it now had a limp. It left behind a puddle of fluids that almost resembled blood. Aaron looked to Freis.
"Will it make it?"
Freis nodded silently, and packed up his bag. With the drama over, it continued to walk down the corridor. Though now everyone kept their weapons at ready.
((Oh yeah, and if Marcus were to get sent packing, I have another group that would be...
...interesting.))
Jones looked down the hallway. Glancing back to Redo, he gave him a little nod. Reco knew that this was the signal for him scout ahead. The raiders would be close behind the Rikti and if there was anything that they left behind, didn't destroy or destroyed them Jones wanted to know. "#7 take the lead" Jones said pionting to the Jump bot. With it's silence it hopped a few yards ahead of the others. After the jump bot there was Jones him self and then- "Umm.... boss." Jones turned to see Johnson still on the other side of the door. "I can't fit." he said pionting to his wings. "You idoit, turn side ways" Jones yelled down the hallway to the raider. "Oh yea" Johnson said to himself as he tunred sideways and narrowly fit through the enterance. Yes, it all relied on the Rikti.
Ding!
The elevator doors had barely begun to slide open as an automated sentry turret extended from the ceiling and whirrled to life with a chain gun, thundering away with hundreds of rounds per second and turning the doors into swiss cheese, not to mention filling the whole area with biting grey smoke.
The shield behind said doors, however, was unharmed, the bullets ripping to slag as they were torn apart from the rapid negative acceleration they were forced into. The Guardian projecting the field of force held an arm extended and now walked forward, pushing the shield ahead as well.
[Take care of this nuisance.] Kal'Merus ordered the Gunmen, and they raised their arm cannons.
Humans would have said the shield had an IFF system, as it let the energy blasts from the Gunmen pass through without so much as a crackle of static, slamming right into the turret and tearing it to pieces. It was more complicated, of course, but then humans had never truly understood Rikti weaponry - and unless they learned to deeply commune with one another, they never would.
[Proceed.] Kul'Bere instructed the drone that had taken lead before, sending the invisible mechanoid ahead into the smoke-filled corridor to see what the base had in store for them...
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"GLOOORBLE!!!"
The Raiders at the door clearly heard the unearthly roar of a Protean, one of them turning to see the amoeba-like creatures slobbering out of the densely packed trees and right in their direction - the Rikti had left a rear guard!
Bullets were as good as useless against the Hydra's wayward pieces, and if the Raiders tried their MGs, they would meet with dysmal failure. However, if the Jump Bots were of the Incinerator type or someone had a few flamethrowers handy, the flames would make quick work of the moist yet incredibly flammable mucous given form...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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(#7 does it all!)
sudently a blue light appeared next to Jones. It was reco. "HYDRA COMING THIS WAY!" Reco was obviously excited about something. Besides the fact that he was a little late. the Hydra already come into view.
#7 stood still as the hydra charged. fearless as a robot should be but even more so. The hydra drew even closer and closer. bullets wizzed by as they fell uselessly against the hydra. It came within a yard of #7 before it became active. #7 arm's flung up as that if the hydra got anycloser it would have a face full of metal. But, it didn't. suddently a bright red stream of fire spat out of the tip of #7 wirst's. and quickly became concentrated into a a thin white beam of fire. But, it was already over.
#7 began it's march forwards, making sure to step on the hydra a few times to make sure it was down. while the others stepped around the crispy Rikti. Jones looked around as the hallway that led to the elevater turned into swiss cheese. "huh, guess the Rikti had fun" Robert said. Robert was another porter, but a veterain compaired to Reco.
(Hey can some one give me the names of all the Raider types.)
The brainless spawn faltered pathetically under the gout of flame. One after another, they burned to slag, the amoebic cretures leaving only blackened piles of a sickeningly green-black substance that semmed like it had been to hell and back.
If any of the human Sky Raiders approached it, they would surely puke their guts out. But the fight was over, the rear guard ot the Rikti defeated...
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The advanced drone detected no immediate threat as it moved down the hallway, promting the Rikti troop to get a move on.
[Senses about you.] Kal'Merus warned, [A division of pseudo-troopers has fallen. Pursuers are above.]
Another reason to get moving. If that was Longbow come to retake the base from whatever had driven them from it, the Rikti were in trouble...
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((Sure:
Minions:
Porter - armed with SMG, Machete, and can teleport.
Assault Raider - armed with SMG and Machete.
Inferno Raider - armed with Flamethrower.
Wing Raider - Assault Raider with jetpack. 'Nuff said.
Radier Engineer - armed with SMG and Machete. Can place a force field generator.
Lieutenants:
Wing Raider Officer - stronger version of a Wing Raider. Also carries a flamethrower in addition to the other weaponry.
Captain - stronger version of the Assault Raider.
Bosses/Lieutenants (depends on your level and misison diff)
Assault Jump Bot - highly agile and though; resistant to smashing and lethal damage from redundant systems. Normally armed with heavy machine gun.
Jump Bot Incinerator - Asaault JB armed with a flamethrower instead of a machine gun.
Boss:
Sky Skiff - armed with dual MGs and a missile launcher for heavier targets. Light, fast, and well-armored. can be taken apart and reassembled in the field.
Hope this helps. I fight Sky Raiders a lot in game, they're fun. if ya need any more info, feel free to PM me. Also, I'm sure none of us will mind if you don't stick to this like a religion. 
Sky Raiders use: SMGs, flamethrowers, "or other weapons suitable for fighting in confined spaces."))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((I've got your magic.))
A shriek ripped through the forests. Passing citizens would run, fearing it was another Circle of Thorns ritual in progress.
They were not far off in guessing a magical origin, but they were most definitely wrong on their guess.
What looked like small bald chimps from behind hopped through the forest. However, on closer inspection, you would see their three eyes, and blade-like arms.
The Wailers had come to Paragon City.
They heard about the Longbow leaving their base and though the powerful ley line in such a secluded location would aid them in their quest to bring Johnny Sonata's cursed protections down so they could claim what was 'theirs.' In fact, it was so important to them, the Wailer Lord himself had come.
They reached the base, going around the Sky Raiders unintentionally. Inside the Wailer Lord looked at those he had chosen to bring. Two Wailer Kings, two Queens, and each Queen had three servants. He nodded at his choice. Small enough to not attract attention, but large enough to clean up the Longbow defenses.
A King who calls himself Danny Boy whistled at the ground, sending sonic emanations through the complex. He put his ear to the floor and listened. "There are many here... all humanoid..."
The Wailer Lord nodded, and the group walked into the base.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
((Isn't the WL an EB?))
((Yes, but the only real difference between the Kings and Queens is the Kings have a Rise power. Not to mention Wailers are limited to Sonics, and a group with high technology (aka Malta, Rikti, Sky Raiders, Arachnos) could 'tune them out' without too much difficulty. The Wailer Lord has some Super Strength to make up for the limitation. If he's a problem, lemme know. I can still edit the post.))
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
OOC: I'd say you have a few too many Wailers there. An EB, 2 bosses, 2 lts, and 6 minions. Drop the Eite Boss and a boss and I'll let you keep the extra minion. And Devious, don't go so far ahead. I've still got stuff for you guys to encounter. >_>
BIC: What faced the Malta now were several flights of stairs going down. There were four landings including the one Marcus would walk onto and each landing had a door. The door on the 2nd to lowest landing was reinforced and had a red "Authorized Personnel Only" warning painted on it. If the Malta picked that door, they would have to trick their way past an ID scanner or blow open a door that laughs at C4.
The other upper two doors would lead to large rooms partitioned into cubicles with various other office equipment strewn about. The door on the bottom leads to a cafeteria. Probably some of the food is still edible but it wouldn't be that advisable to try.
And if the Malta did get past the blast door, they'd have to get through an identical, though less strong, blast door that operated on an airlock system. If the first door was open, the second door would stay shut. The small room between the two doors could hold four people, six if they squeezed.
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Pretty soon the Nemesis came across what looked like a standard cargo drop-off. A large garage door up on a platform led deeper into the base. Luckily or not, the Nemesis had stumbled across an entrance that would give them the least resistence. No other turrets or hostile defensive systems waited for them down the next few corridors until they got into the warehouse. Passive defenses included an ID scanner to see if you were a Longbow employee and some security cameras. Not that the cameras would be much to worry about with no one manning the security room.
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"Hostiles detected," intoned a deep, mechanical voice.
"Class 2 auto-turret in section A-5 destroyed," came another.
"Deploying counter-measures," said the first.
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A quartet of Longbow Guardian robots detatched themselves from their wall mounted charging racks. As with all the other equipment, these defensive mecha had been left behind but their duty was still clear. Of the same model as the similiar PPD models, the Guardians were painted in Longbow white and red and had a pair of motorized skates built into their feet for greater speed in this smooth floored environment.
The Guardians crouched down and activated their skates. The devices let out a high pitched wooshing noise as the Guardians sped along. Standard protocol had the Guardians opening up with a linked blast of their arm mounted photon cannons at one target before engaging seperate targets. The only warning the Rikti would have would be an odd, high pitched whine.
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The Wailers had found a fifth entrance into the base, but it was one of the more heavily guarded. The secret door hidden behind a rock led almost immidiately to a large room full of pillars. At the far end was a pair of Class 1 turrets, their weaponry comparable to a tank's cannon. Next to the turret on the right was small panel with a big red button on it. This button would turn the turrets off. But the moment an enemy entered the room, it would be under fire.
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Farfield tapped in a code on the pad in front of him and the heavy door slid open. This took a few moments, because the door was large, well armored, and looked like it was protecting something worth checking out.
"This is going to be so much better than some damn offices," said Hardy as he shifted from foot to foot in excitement.
Then he paused for a moment and looked around to see he was the only one standing directly in front of the doors any more. Farfield was gesturing angrily at him to get his [censored] behind cover; something Hardy did just in time. The doors finished opening and a large robot clanked forward. It looked to be about three times the height of a standard Crab Spider armor suit and the cannons built into its arms showed that it was clearly capable of handling itself. It's cylindrical head swiveled back and forth, the camera built into the center of it like a cyclopic eye whirred as it focused.
After a minute, the robot stepped back from the door which shut a lot faster than it had opened.
"I guess we're not going through door #1," said Farfield a bit shakily as he stepped out of the office he had taken cover in.
"We shall need to bring back more forces to completely subdue this base," said Mu'Jurkan as he descended from the ceiling.
"Amen to that," muttered Widow as she dropped her cloak. The robot had been looking right at her before it left and she was not feeling very well.
"Le- let's move on," Farfield said and motioned toward an elevator set into the far wall.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
(Man, i wanna be the Carnival of shadow's too. 
. I'd gladly switch up. But, i don't think I can. so, Devious feel free to clean up.)
((How about this?))
The Wailers walked through the base, keeping a careful eyes for defenses.
A hole opened in the floor, and three of the Wailers fell to the rocks and were soon crushed.
The Queens looked at each other. "Those were your servants," they said simultaneously.
((I mostly intended the Queens to be like regular minions, just called them Queens for personality's sake.))
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
((They're not far. The drone travels 25m ahead of the troop at most. Guess I should've mentioned that. Oops . And Ryan, I don't remember any rules saying you could only bring one group ))
((BIC post to come.))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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OOC: I'd prefer that you stick to one group at a time, but if you really want to switch, go ahead. Just post something about them all leaving. Also, post is back on the other page. And Shadow, since you're following the Rikti, everything you're seeing I've already described beforehand. Just look back.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The advanced drone howered lazily ahead of the group, sensor-sweeping everything it could reach. It saw nothing for a while, but then it registered four energy sources approaching at relatively high speeds.
The drone immediately sent warning back to its masters, but it was already too late...
The four Longbow Guardians came zipping around a corner and past the done, then stopped, propping in their skates to obrain a firm firing position for their weaponry.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the Rikit mental communication keeping pace with the robots as they raised their arm-munted photon cannons and let loose a vicious linked blast, tearing at the very air and sending a sound of thunder though the entire sector.
Sur-Lakat screamed as he was hit directly, shattering the shields the Guardians had placed over him, his suit's systems going wild with alerts as the linked blasts lifted him off the floor and smashed him against a wall. He fell limply to the ground...
But the Rikti were not entirely caught by surprise, mounting an oranized and relentless counterattack right away, energy fire from the Rikti rifles pouring at the lerge robots as they raised the plasma cannons on their backs into firing positions to attack different targets.
Though Kal'Merus couldn't do much against the robotic minds, he could certainly attack the material they were contructed of. Screams of overstressed metal came from the raised back-mounted cannons as their innards were twisted and broken, then overloaded as the safety systems Kal'Merus had nullified didn't kick in.
Shards of molten metal rained everywhere as the cannons exploded, robbing the Guardians of their heaviest weapons. They took the energy fire stoically, armor plating metlting and inner functions slowing and crashing as the Rikiti shot as tirelessly as the cold machines themselves...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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OOC: This RP is another all out fight thing with a bit of story thrown in to give it an end. But it is also a lot different than the other RPs in this section. Instead of a single hero or villain, you must use a small group of characters from a villain or hero group. For example: You could have a squad of Longbow with the squad leader as the main character or a pack of Vahzilok led by a head Reaper. Try to keep the group down to at most one boss, a couple of lieutenants, and several minions. And remember that things aren't always as they are in the game. Meaning a Night Widow can be taken out by a lucky Hellion and a Crey Power Tank can be felled by several people working at once.
Now that that's all said and done, kick back, invent some dudes, and enjoy the party.
BIC: Base Alpha 13 was to be abandoned.
No one in Longbow had any advance warning before sirens blared in the large, underground base and the order was issued for all personnel to evacuate. Men and women fled in some amount of order, the majority of their equipment and their uniforms left behind because an evacuation of such proportions meant that they had no avaliable transportation to ship such things in secrecy. As soon as the last clerk, rifleman, and nullifier exited through one of the six doors leading up to the Paragon City streets, Warden Einrichson punched in the lockdown codes and fled in disguise, looking like any other citizen trying to get home quickly from a long day at work.
Base Alpha 13 sat abandoned for only one day before its status was noted and plans were mobilized. For you see, Base Alpha 13 was one of the larger Longbow bases underneath Paragon City. It contained armories full of advanced equipment and its own fair share of labrotories were Longbow's newest tech was cooked up. It was even rumored that several of the proto-type Heavy units were stowed in the base. To further add to its desireable factors, the base was in very close proximity to a powerful ley line that ran mostly undetected through Perez Park. It was a mystery as to why Longbow had suddenly left such a valuable location, but the one thing any group strong enough to survive in Paragon is is oppertunistic.
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"I hate trees. They're too green and leafy and big and...uhhh.... tree..ish...Yeah."
"Shut up already! We've already heard about that crap about a hundred times!"
"Sorry, sir. I just really don't like trees."
If Captain Farfield of Lord Recluse's Crab Spiders hadn't been in enemy territory and hadn't been under direct orders not to injure any of his men, then he would have kicked that rookie's [censored] straight through the canopy and into a war wall, heroes be damned. As it was, the Webmaster could only tap a few more commands into the codebreaker he held in his hands while waiting for the damned thing to hurry up and break the code on the camoflauged door he and his men were camped out in front of.
"I cannot hold the stealth spell much longer, Captain," said the annoyingly red and floaty Mu'Jurkan.
"If you can't hold it up, then we will all be dead, Jurkan," snarled the other unorthodox member of his squad, the Night Widow who insisted on being called Widow.
"You have no appreciation of the limitations of my art, woman," snarled the mystic right back at her. "But if perhaps you would be too strained to learn such things, your mind being quite strained enough remembering how to talk and move at the same time."
Farfield was forced to stick out a foot and trip up Widow as she attempted to rush the hovering Adept, who seemed quite pleased at the reaction he had gotten.
"Will you two shut up?" Farfield asked exasperatedly. "As commander, I have leave to execute any one of you that proves to be a liability, got that?"
He didn't really, but neither of those two or the other four Crab Spiders he had with him knew that. And so thankfully Widow pulled herself to her feet and contented herself pinning insects to the nearby trees with her throwing needles. Mu'Jurkan returned his focus to maintaining the spell and time seemed to crawl by under the barely restrained tension until the codebreaker beeped and the rock disguised door slid open.
"Score," Farfield said as he stowed the device and flicked on a head lamp, the immidiate area beyond the door being as black as pitch. "Alright people, we'll do this by the numbers. Widow goes in on point followed by Hardy, followed by me, followed by Mu'Jurkan with the rest of you rookies bringing up the rear."
"Yes, sir," chorused the Slicers as they readied their equipment.
Mu'Jurkan gave Farfield a nod while Widow silently stepped through the door. Corporal John Hardy followed her in and then it was Farfield's turn.
"Once more into the breach," he said quietly.
OOC: Remember folks: No controlling other people's units and TAKE DAMAGE.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.