((Ooooh, a Zealstorm story. Can't wait for the next bit! XD))
((*zaps Hal with the cattle prod of fanboy-stoppism*))
"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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((Bah. XP Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm her fan forever. XD I can't really help it.))
((Can I see that real quick?))
((*Takes cattle prod and zaps Hallucinogen*))
((You guys do this all the time? Seems kind of fun...))
((On a side note, nice story, Essex, as always. I'ms till trying to figure out how to incorporate Warburg into my characters' lives. I'm figuring Cedric's gonna be the one who winds up wreaking havoc in there...))
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((Zeal: *Reading message in lab*
Drechi: *Gets Nuke temp* Well, men, we have acquired a nuclear device. Firing coordinates suggestions?
Medic: MED SCHOOL!! MED SCHOOOOOL!!!
SpecOps: Paragon's a good choice.
Vasquez: What's it set to now?
Drechi: Just over that hill.
Vasquez: *Click*
*KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!*
Right, got a bit carried away. But excellent story, can't wait for moar!))
((Quite. 
And Ess, how'd you get this thing to printthe ue and the sharp s? Last time I tried to copy and paste a special character in here, the post came out in hexadecimal. 
))
"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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((As always, comments are welcome. I do hope you enjoy this bit of exposition. :3))
Warburg.
Constantly embattled from both sides - heroes from Paragon City, villains from the Rogue Isles, the area was continuously under siege. People fought, won, and died on the streets every day, endless fodder in the battle between good and evil for even the smallest advantage against one another.
In this place, there was no happiness without pain. There was no victory without defeat. Everything was blood and force; there was no more negotiation here. All smiles came bidden by the tears of fallen opponents...for war is not a place for mirth and foolishness. War was for blood, victory, defeat, sweat, work.
And yet, in Warburg, there was at least one who found it... relaxing.
The Machenschaften laboratories were deep underground. Once a highly confidential Fifth Column laboratory, at the group's dissolution the location quietly faded from all record, and it lay abandoned for years. Now, however, it housed an occupant. A single occupant, who had brought it back online using old security codes and a knack for the technological.
Dr. Gretchen Fleischman. Zealstorm.
The sound of Zealstorm's boots made a soft click along the steel floor of the laboratory. Zeal enjoyed the sound, the way it echoed through the main power bay, step after purposeful step. She was alone, and she liked it that way.
Stepping into her surveillance module, the android scientist relaxed. The S6 unit had recently been reunited with its creator, so defenses were high at Repliforce Paragon. There was no sense in moving against them now and potentially compromising herself.
"Ah.." Zealstorm sighed to herself, pulling the helmet from her head. She tossed the blonde locks of her hair, sending them sweeping down past her shoulders to the middle of her back, and regarded the screens before her with neutral eyes the color of sharp slate. It was not often she had time to relax. But Zeal knew better than to lapse into inattentiveness.
Gretchen had many enemies; countless heroes, the Malta, the governments of various countries... the list went on. A lapse in attention meant an opening for her foes, and if there was one thing Zealstorm would not tolerate it was carelessness.
And so, it was immediately that her eye was drawn to one of her surveillance screens - one of the cameras monitering Warburg itself.
Something was blinking. A small device that Zealstorm couldn't quite identify. It seemed to pulse at a certain frequency, and Zeal narrowed her eyes. Stonily, she watched the surveillance screen as words began to form out of the slight static.
Zdravstvujte, Gretchen.
I know you see this.
It is a special message, written only for you.
Wouldn't you like to see me again?
I would like to see you.
Do novyh vstrech, milaya moya.
"....Ari." came Zeal's voice in a growl at the back of her throat. Her steely eyes narrowed.
There was work to be done.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace