I like. Later when more awake I will enter this...
The timing of this is eerie... 
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
Characters
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Worlds of Confusion
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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
While I like those stories, Brawler, this is a different backdrop.
Still, it's in the spirit of what the thread is supposed to be about.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
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While I like those stories, Brawler, this is a different backdrop.
Still, it's in the spirit of what the thread is supposed to be about.
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I figured having Burning's, Danica's, and Blightlord's Praetorian counterparts was good enough reason to shamelessly plug the story.
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
"Why aren't we killing yet!?!" howled one of the Children of Anger that were tightly packed in the small apartment.
A gunshot rang out before any of the other madmen could start screaming as well. The man who had spoken looked down at the bleeding hole in his rag covered torso in disbelief as the pinkish psychic energies radiating from his head slowly dimmed. The man looked up at his killer, eyes that were just seconds ago filled with blind hate toward the world were blank with a lack of understanding and a horrible knowledge. For the last second of his life, the man was once again himself; and then he died.
"We are lying in ambush," whispered the black painted robot angrily. "You shall all remain silent as ordered or die like he did."
"Please try to avoid killing my slaves, Scatter Shot," said one of the female Children in a voice that was not her own. "Tyrant did not allow me to bring as many of them as I wished into this world."
"This operation is sanctioned by Lord Tyrant himself," Scatter Shot shot back, calming his voice slightly. "I have been given orders to ensure that it goes off without a hitch."
"See that it does," replied Mother Mayhem's thrall with a snort. "But remember that I am always watching you."
Shaking his head, Scatter Shot looked out of the lone window in the apartment he was in and focused on a large group of well-armed Trolls that were just walking between his building and the one across the street.
Having already cleared the window of any glass, Scatter Shot rested the barrel of his rifle on the windowsill and took careful aim. A single shot rang out and the leading Ogre hit the ground, blood fountaining from the stump where his head had been.
"Attack," Scatter Shot said over his comm. link.
Behind him, the Children of Rage scrambled out of the room and down the short hallway to the front door. They grouped up on the outside of the door and screamed and howled as they released their pent up hate in the form of deadly psychic bolts at the confused bunch of Trolls. Opposite Scatter Shot, the other apartment building erupted with gunfire as Marauder's minions opened up with their machine guns, further throwing the group of Trolls into confusion and disarray.
As he calmly sniped Troll after Troll, Scatter Shot wished that he had something more interesting to fight than these pathetic drug addicts.
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 semi-tranquility of Talos Island was suddenly shattered by nothing less than an earthquake.
"BZZZZT!" Screeched a Baryon as it was toppled from its perch high in an apartment complex, falling into the grinding earth and exploding with a rather satisfying bang, most of the building coming down after it.
"K3K3K3 0L0L0L" T3H KR|_|5H cackled insanely as a Juicer Chief wheeled another sonic bomb around the corner. The Clockwork had been taken care of easily. No machine could out-fight a Freak. Now they only had one group of Bobcats in the tower down the way, and they'd have cleared their base out from these n00bs.
"0K D00D5 BL0W UP T3H B0MB!!" Crush((You don't have to write his name in leet if you don't want to)) triumphantly decreed as the Juicer came flying back.
"F1R3!" He yelled, pointing forward in a rather heroic pose, and the Juicer hit the switch.
Nothing happened.
"D00d [censored]" A Champion declared, snarling and beating at the ground in annoyance with one of his hammers.
"kk w/e." Crush shrugged. "L3T'5 G0 PWN T3HM N3WAY LOL CHAAARG3!!"
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Bobcat looked down, the disarmed bomb beside her.
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"W@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@GH!!!!!!!!!"
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Her lips curled in a snarl.
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"L3R0Y.....J333333NK11111N5!!!"
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She motioned for her closest minions to go downstairs and prepare for her.
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All of the freaks stopped.
"1T'5 T3H M1LKMAN!" One said in a sort of sickly-sweet voice, rapping on the door with his gigantic reaper blade.
The door creaked open and an Alley Cat poked his head out.
"Lol n00b." The freak grinned.
Shhhwhick!
Thump.
"K1LL T3H N00B13Z!" KR|_|51-1 roared, wedging his Cybernetic Rikti Blade into the door and tearing it off its hinges, then proceeding to fill the room with a cloud of lead from his other arm's mounted Chaingun. The other freaks opened up and the battle was clearly going in their favor.
That is, until one of the Tanks suddenly slumped over dead, his wires cut and Excelsior feeder removed.
Bobcat appeared like a ghost among the freaks, who immediately circled her in as menacing a fashion as they could muster.
T3H KR|_|51-1 pushed his way into the makeshift ring through the rest of his freaks.
"Y0U'R3 M1N3 N00B!" He howled, pointing at her and then thumping his chest like tarzan. Bobcat licked her lips.
KR|_|51-1 opened fire.
((Battle is now raging in Talos building.))
((I don't know how much I'll be participating in this, but....
*grabs Khell under one arm, Soviet under the other, hugsqueeeeeze* ;_; <3))
Perez Park was usually very quiet in places - a very nice area to sit and gather your thoughts. You know, once the Skulls, Clockwork, Lost, Vahzilok, Circle, Hellions, Hydra, and other nonsense was cleared out.
Essex wandered about a small clearing that she had designated her own, rather close to the entrance to the Repliforce Paragon laboratories. The tree branches sat just so it hid the small enclave from view, so she enjoyed using it as a sort of 'secret base.' With shade flowers and a small bench she had brought from a more ruined part of the park, it was a perfect place for her to sit and just...think about nothing. Even Hal and Dr. West didn't really know about it - it was her own secret place; nobody else's.
Essex lay in the flowers, her eyes closed. It was warm, and breezy and shady...and the aroma of the garden combined with the chirping of birds gave her ample backdrop for daydreams.
Crunch.
Blinking a little, the android sat up, and her electric green eyes widened.
A pair of figures stood at the edge of the garden...or rather, one floated.
The floating one looked roughly fifteen or sixteen years of age, with blonde hair tied in a loose braid down her back. She had blue eyes that regarded the resting android with smug defiance. Essex could tell that the floating girl was physically incredibly weak - her skin pale, and her limbs very thin and frail. She was dressed very nicely, however, in a cute pleated skirt and blouse, Mary Janes framing her feet even as they hovered a foot off the ground. Psychic resonations were very evident from the girl...but what caught Essex's attention was the other figure.
The second figure was an android that looked almost identical to the girl, except armored heavily in pink. Her hair was done up in blonde buns, little wisps of blonde hair shimmering in the wind near her pink audioreceptors. Her green, glowing eyes belied no expression, and the crunch had come from the sound of her armored boot crushing a snapdragon near the edge of the garden.
Essex stared, stumbling to her feet. "You're me....!" she barely gasped. "But...older. Or something..."
The floating girl raised an eyebrow at Essex.
"It's still here." she cooed, floating nearer to the middle of the flower garden. "Worlds apart, and my flower garden is still here. Even if it is a small, amateur imitation at best."
Behind her, the android followed, eyes scanning the area. "Affirmative." she chirped. "The coordinates have been matched. This is your garden, Mistress Selene."
"Ah!" Essex clasped her hands together, her eyes excited. "You mean...You're Selene! And that's me, right? But you're from another world! What's going on, did Delphi mess up the dimensional anchoring prototype again, or --"
"S6?" Selene interrupted, her eyes on Essex. "What is this little...thing, doing here?"
S6 lifted into the air, skimming mechanically over to Essex. Before the smaller android could react, she had lifted her into the air.
"Scans are forthcoming." S6 said. "It seems this unit is this world's pale imitation of your radiance, Mistress. I am reading near identical statistics to my own design...except much younger."
Selene drew her lip out in a pout, and reached forward to grip Essex's cheek. "This is me, here? This disgustingly meek little robo-child? Please. Don't make me sick. Get it out of my face, S6."
With that, the larger android's eyes flickered. "I obey." it intoned, and suddenly drew its arm back, flinging Essex forward. The smaller android found herself cracking through several trees with the force of the throw, her sensors screeching with damage. "Ugh!"
At the base of a tree she had failed to break through, she began to wobble into a seated position, when a shadow fell upon her. Selene and S6 stared down at her, the girl smirking with an air of perfect superiority.
"We don't need you any more." she taunted. "I will be taking this garden now. I want my garden back....and I always get whatever I want. Daddy makes sure of that."
S6 stared down at the younger version of herself, trembling at the base of the tree in trepidation.
"P-please!" Essex sputtered. "Can't we share?"
"Share!?" Selene scoffed. At that, Essex found herself grabbed around the throat and slammed into the tree behind her, S6's lifeless stare boring into her.
"I don't know who you think you are." Selene said, staring the small android down. "But I don't share. And you know what? I dont' think I even want your filthy little garden anymore. But then again.... I don't want -you- to have something -I- can't have. Because that wouldn't be right, would it?"
Essex grasped for words, but all she could do, reflexively, was twitch her fingers, nanites glowing about her as she tried to restore herself. Selene's eyes narrowed slightly.
"What are those? Nanites?" she barked. "Why, you -- you don't even have any missiles, do you? How in the world are you supposed to protect ME, without missiles?"
"P-please..." Essex whispered, frightened. "In this world...I'm afraid you died...about eight or nine years aggGGH!"
Her words were choked by the constriction of S6's fist around her neck, and she gasped in pain as her sensors once again began to show in the red.
"Dead..." Selene hissed to herself. "So in this world, that accident killed me. And so now Daddy replaced me. Isn't that lovely." Fuming to herself, she glanced down at her hands.
Essex could feel psychic waves resonating from the girl, as she turned her vicious glare on the android again. Then, a smirk lit up her face.
"Release the android." she said, calmly. "This is her garden, after all....and if anyone destroys it, it should be her."
Essex felt herself released, and then...something else take hold of her, something she couldn't explain. Her mind was suddenly so cloudy. All she could see in her mind was Selene's eyes...her dark, petulant smirk that seemed to seep with condescension.
The small android tottered towards the garden, and began ripping up plants, handful by handful - kicking them over, ripping petals from blooms, shredding leaves.
Selene watched this in mild amusement for a few minutes, S6 by her side. "Hm, she really isn't very useful for destruction, is she?" she mused. "S6, help her."
"Affirmative." S6 intoned. "I will destroy the garden for you, Mistress."
Her busters opened, and a chain of small missiles ratcheted into place, ready to be rapid-fired.
"Go."
A shrill whistling erupted in the air as the garden almost immediately went up in flames. Psychically held, Essex could only stand amidst the destrution as her secret base was utterly destroyed around her. Through the flames, she could hear Selene's voice.
"Oh, and take her nanites. I want them for myself. I always thought it would be cute to play doctor."
S6 skimmed forward obediently, towards where Essex stood, stock-still. The older android stared down at her for just a moment before grabbing her shoulder in one hand and her upper arm in the other.
"Uaaaghh!"
A horrific screeching and the sound of bending and snapping metal ripped through the air over the roar of the flames. S6 dully tore the smaller android's arms from their sockets, holding them a little ways away from itself to avoid the sparks.
"Now get rid of it." Selene said smugly. "I don't want to look at it any more. It's almost cuter than I am, and you know how I can't stand competition."
S6 glanced at the nanite-generating busters in her left hand, and the trembling android before her. "Yes, Mistress Selene." she said obligingly, swiftly knocking Essex to the ground and holding her there with one knee, among the flames, even as her right fist drew back and beat her savagely.
Essex stared up at the sky, almost as she had been before. Selene and S6 were gone. She hadn't had the strength, or even the presence of mind to fight them. As her garden went up in flames around where she lay, her arms gone and her legs disabled, a feeling of dread descended on her even as smoke ascended into the heavens....
"...The Praetorians...." she barely murmured, before her servos went offline.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((Haaaaaaaet praetorian selene. Neeeeeeeeeeeed excuse to apply freakshow directly to forehead...))
((^________^
'S like I say, make my lovies unhateable and my haties unlovable. DAT WHAT SHE DO.))
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((O hay its a circle of thornses))
A Life Mage stepped out from the bushes in front of Praetorian Selene, only becoming aware of her presence when his head exploded.
"....Cursed wretched Praetorian..." The now free-floating spirit muttered. Fortunately for the luck-stricken spirit, an altogether different evil was already stalking Perez, and this one wore the robes of his own brotherhood.
"I see you have intruded upon our grounds, Praetorian." A whispering voice played against the back of Selene's mind, ethereal yet coarse. "This will be the last such mistake you'll ever commit." Snarled the same voice, this time very, very real.
Selene was now near the open theater that looked out upon the lake. A hissing began, slight at first, until it became intolerably loud. The bile and muck on the lack began to boil forcefully, rolling across the surface. A whirlpool appeared some distance out, and a tall, mist-obscured figure walked forth from it, a palpable aura of malevolence surrounding its every step.
Across the top of the water.
It stopped not three feet from the shore, not five feet from Selene.
((Permission was granted.))
"Suffer for your transgressions against the mighty Circle of Thorns!" The Magus boomed, and Selene found herself suddenly unable to control her flight.
"You think yourself supreme in life but you will find no peace in death." The Magus hissed serpentinely, lifting her over the water.
"In this earth, your worthless counterpart was broken by a machine's hands. Now you will suffer as she did..."
An obviously haunted 5th Column Warcry from their glory days, now rusted but no less operational thanks to its ghostly operator, slowly emerged from the rolling muck.
"But not before the scene is complete." The Magus smiled grimly, although the only details that could be seen of his face was every glowing energy pouring from his eyes.
Selene suddenly began losing her mind.
She saw her father, her mother, everyone. She was wearing a soccer uniform.
It was the day of the accident.
In reality, the Warcry loomed forward, and the teen S6 was helpless to stop it as her servos stuttered and stuck.
Selene screamed, and the Warcry lunged down upon her.
The Magus cackled insanely, and a ghastly laughter rose throughout the hollows, chilling souls and striking terror into all who inhabited it.
---
"Truly, our brother the Magus enjoys going over the top." An archer shrugged. "At least the job is finished." A mage returned, nodding sagely. "Now come, we must accompany him to the meeting."
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"As for YOU..." The Magus snapped, staring the teen S6 in the face.
S6 was lifted off the ground. "N-No!" She attempted to say.
And then her entire body was torn asunder by the Mage's awesome power.
---
"So you did it, I see."
"Yes. She is dead."
"And my men tell me that you concocted a suitably violent ending for her?"
"Yes."
"Good job, good job."
"I care not for your praises, mortal. Where are the bodies."
"Twenty of Paragon's Finest, unconscious and out back waiting for soul-sucking."
"Excellent."
"Pleasure doing business with you." Reikoff smiled.
"Indeed."
---
"Essex?" A Malta Operative crouched low next to the broken Reploid as a Tactical Engineer cautiously replaced her buster arms. Overhead, a Blackhawk slowly lowered itself onto a small patch of stable ground.
"You alright, kid?" The operative asked as the Engineer tried to jolt her systems back.
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"W3 N33D5 T3H H3LP" KR|_|51-1 roared at one of his few remaining freaks. Most of the Freakshow were now scattered liberally in many places. Some were scattered in multiple places.
"D00D U53 SH1V5 K3K3K3K3"
"0 Y@ L0L SUPR153 B|_|TT53C1-1 F|_|RRY OLOLOL"
Bobcat snarled ferally and lunged forward, only to be grabbed and thrown backwards by a Shivan.
"Y@ RLY!" Crush triumphantly declared as he began his assault on her once more.
Cedric Grey was awakened by a shrill tone. It was his communicator. Only half awake and quite groggy, he answered it.
"Mmm... m'ello?"
...
"Mmm-yeah... This is him."
...
"Who is this?"
"Agent Wild? Oh yeah, I remember you. The guy assigned to... What was that? Huh? Look out my window?"
He pushed himself off the bed and stared outside. All across the Steel Canyon he could see heroes in battle with other people in colorful spandex and armor.
"Wow, you guys sure must have dropped the ball over there, huh? How many Arachnos ships made it into the city?"
The voice on the other end nearly blew his eardrum out and clearly shouted, "They're not Arachnos you idiot!"
"Hey hey!" Cedric switched the phone to his other ear and gently rubbed his sore one, "Calm down, man! Then what's going on out there?"
...
"Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Wow. That's pretty bad. Yeah, I'll be out there soon. I'm probably one of the few who doesn't have a Praetorian, right? Seeing as how mine is stuck in my..."
He looked through his room and noticed something was missing.
"In my..."
He checked out in his apartment's living room.
"In my..."
Matt McGinty waved as he lurched into the kitchen and started making himself breakfast.
"Crazy bastards," the scrapper muttered, "Here I am, trying to get to sleep... And everybody decided to have a fight right outside my window..."
"Matt?"
"Yeah man?"
"Have you seen my axe?"
Matt walked back out to the living room and gave a cursory glance. Then he pointed to the door. Cedric turned and gasped.
"I have to call you back."
"Wait wha-?" was all Agent Wild could get out before Cedric clicked off the communicator.
"This is bad," he muttered as he stared at the hole in his door.
It looked like something had been thrown through it. It looked like something had been thrown through from inside the apartment. It looked like something the size of Cedric's axe had been thrown through the door from inside.
"Did my axe just get up and walk away?" Grey shouted, "That is so cool!"
"I think it's trouble brewin', bud," Matt grunted, "Come on, I'll fix us up some eggs and sausage patties, then we'll go huntin'!"
"What am I gonna use as a weapon?"
"You've still got those chains you used to use for armor, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Sounds like a weapon to me..." Matt spat on the skillet and it hissed as the saliva evaporated on contact, "You want over easy or scrambled?"
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Roland Grey wake up, stretched, and pushed himself into the bathroom. Scrubbing his face with cold water, he forced himself awake.
Looking into the mirror, he noted the neck brace with some derision. A few days ago, he'd been attacked by some psychotic... In fact, the Praetorian version of someone he called a friend (but she turned out to be someone else entirely).
"I think I can take this off, now," he growled as he popped off the metal tabs and started inspecting the damage, "Some bruising still... At least it doesn't hurt to talk or swallow... I bet I can have a normal break-"
He heard a distant explosion.
"What the Hell?"
He headed for the window in his kitchen and looked outside. Across the street, under a Vanguard billboard, he saw a group of heroes fighting... A group that looked like themselves. Only they were skewed. Peering closer, he noticed they all seemed somewhat sinister.
"Aw Hell," he grunted, "What brought this on?"
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Kipland Durj looked down on Skyway City from the ledge of one of its tall buildings. This was all kinds of bad. Across the city, Praetorians were assaulting their counterparts. Lord knew how they knew to find them.
"I guess we can't count on a lot more turning out to be our friends, like Cobalt Black."
He considered that. Could Cobalt have been a spy all that time? Could he have been feeding information to the Praetorians, bit by bit, piece by piece?
"Well, I won't find anything just stan-"
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" some lunatic Praetorian shouted from behind him.
It must have been the opposite of the football uniform clad hero that tackled him over the side. Kip watched them plummet, punching and kicking each other all the way to the pavement. Like any other tank, they then stood and started wailing away on each other like they hadn't just fallen fifty stories.
"I better get moving," Kip muttered before leaping off to the distance.
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Cortland Simmons stood at the Green Line train station in Salamanca/Croatoa. His girlfriend, the Cabal witch, Gertrude Youngs embraced him as they waited with a group of other magic-aligned (as well as other types, but they were fewer in number) heroes for the next train to Brickstown.
"It'll be alright," he whispered to her.
"Cory, these are dangerous times," her voice trembled slightly, but she refrained from displaying any further emotion, "These monsters... They are everything you and your kind are, only twisted!"
"We'll be able to handle ourselves," the warlock replied calmly as he smoothed some of her hair out of her face, "We are not nearly as inexperienced as Ms. MacComber seems to believe..."
"Don't worry about Salamanca," she replied, "It's likely they won't be able to get any of our dark reflections over here... Their Salamanca was probably turned into Croatoa and lost to the spirit world... And we'll be able to handle ourselves against any and all who try to take this place from us. We're working on a truce with the Red Caps..."
"I understand."
"Cory, be careful. If Paragon falls... The Etoile Islands will be the last bastion of freedom in the world..."
"Such a terrible fate," the wizard sighed, "Do not worry, we shall be victorious. Isn't that right?"
The other heroes around them gave a triumphant cheer that resounded through the cramped space.
"I normally hate that," Simmons grinned from ear to ear, "But I can't help getting a slight thrill from everybody's enthusiasm."
The train arrived and the heroes started to clamber in. Gertrude gasped, and Cory's brow furrowed. Something wasn't right...
An explosion rocked the Green Line, scattering heroes as a large group of Praetorians suddenly burst out of the car.
The War had come to Salamanca.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((May as well add another segment of the work my various other characters do in light of the conflict...))
Daren Simms was monitoring the new equipment in the Brutal Warriors Order's control room. He got a slightly giddy feeling from it all...
He had three transport requests from the heroes in his queue, one from Blue Steel. He also had another prospect from the Etoiles that wound up leading to somewhere in the Bahamas. While hero jobs were typically safe from deception, they tended not to pay too much ("The virtue is supposed to be the reward..."). However, if Daren could somehow schedule all of the trips, he wouldn't need to worry about comprimising the group's need for cold hard currency with anything so trivial as "Right and Wrong."
The phone rang.
"Hello," Daren muttered into the receiver, "This better be good."
"It's Joe," the cop on the other end replied, "There's an emergency."
"I told you, moron, this better be good!"
"Dammit, Daren! I told you! Anytime there's an emergency, you're to get that metal behemoth over here and help defend the city!"
"And we told you, Joe, we put it to a vote. If we think it's profitable, we'll be on our way..."
He hit a button on the wall next to a speaker.
"Guys! Get everybody up and get into the control room. Somethin's up!"
"I'll call ya back, Joe," Daren hung up the phone and turned to the computer, "Dammit... *sigh* I'm probably gonna have to cancel some of these..."
The other members of the BWO straggled into the control room and Daren turned back to them. He picked the phone up, clicked his communicator to the receiver and hit a speed dial button. Joe's voice came back on.
"Paragon City Police Department, Kings Row Precinct, this is Sergeant Joe Durnan. How may I help you?"
"It's Daren."
"You got me on speaker?"
"Yeah," Jared Simms shouted to the machine, "What's going on?"
"Utter chaos, that's what!" Joe replied, "The city's under attack!"
"By what? Arachnos? Lusca?"
"No... Guys... This group... They're a danger many levels above most heroes' paygrades... The Praetorians are attacking the city... With the very doubles of most of this city's heroes!"
"Woah..." James Baker's eyes darted to everybody around the room, "Woah, that sounds heavy! Are there doubles of us?"
"Not likely," his brother, Levi Baker, replied, "Remember? Cobalt Black said the Praetorian Kingdale was levelled by Shadowhunter's wolves. What few they didn't consume were probably turned over to Tyrant to be made into slave labor... Maybe the bigger and tougher ones, like Randy's opposite, wound up in their ranks, but it's not likely we'll run into actual opposites of ourselves..."
"It's not probable," Dale agreed, "But it is possible. And in this universe, such possibilities tend to have their probability rate ramped up!"
The group chewed on that for a second.
"We need some heavy firepower out here, guys," Joe pleaded, "Your ship could help tip the scales in our favor."
"We'll be there," Dustin Simms muttered into the phone and started heading outside, "Hang up, and lets get the ship loaded for bear."
"Aren't we gonna vote?" Matt Jones shouted at the tanker, "I thought that was our thing!"
"You wanna be the one who said the Brutal Warriors Order backed down from a fight?" Dale asked between sips of Red Beast.
"Shut the Hell up!" was all the brute could reply with.
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Joe hung up his phone. He was the only one of the Paragon Police Department's "Hero Division" currently on phone watch. Other phones were ringing loudly and angrily, but there was nothing he could do for them. The message was simple, the entire Police Department was already deployed in force. SWAT, Riot, Mechanized, Psychic, and even Kheldian Cops were all out there, protecting the city from one of the greatest threats the world had ever known.
"[censored] this," he muttered and picked up his communicator, dialed a number and waited for the answer.
"Durnan?" Captain Nielson, the duty officer of the day, "What the Hell is it?"
"I'm heading out, sir."
"No you're not! You answer those phones, Sergeant!"
"And telll those people what? That the cops are doing the best they can? Flag down a hero and get help from them if they're scared? I'm just one man answering fifty phones... Fifty phones backed up with ten calls on hold each! Dammit, I am not doing that!"
"You do as you're told! You monitor those phones!"
"No!" Joe slapped an ammunition cartridge into his assault rifle, the "FrankenGun" others called it, "I'm goin' out there and I am taking the fight to the Praetorians! We need every cop out there, everyone who can fight..."
He started heading for the elevator.
"Everybody who can."
"Durnan, I will write you up for misconduct! I will make sure they take away your shield!"
"You do that," Durnan replied, "Go right ahead. Me? I've got my priorities. Sir."
----
Randall Grey strolled into Perez Park. He'd heard some nasty rumors about Praetorian soldiers picking through the region. He was giving it a look, and it seemed heroes were already starting to trickle in, led to the situations by their contacts or ther police radios. So far, it seemed nothing all that important had happened yet.
He noticed a group of Circle magicians carting a group of Paragon Police away.
"Excuse me," he shouted at them, "I don't believe those people belong to you!"
"A hero spotted us!" their boss shouted moments before a rock splintered his leg, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
Randall tore through the others like a hammer through butter. The results were just as messy.
"Alright, little man," he grunted as he picked up the broken Madness Mage, "How about you tell me how you got a hold of these here cops?"
"Why can't I... Why can't I break your mind? Those... Those stones..."
"Yeah... The stones... They keep you from getting in here, but I got other reasons why you can't get in, too... Now, you're not answering me, so I guess when I broke your leg, I was going too soft an ya..."
"Wait! Okay! Okay! A Malta Group agent paid for our help with these bodies... We needed their souls..."
"Well, see what happens when ya make a deal with the Devil?" Randall chuckled a little at that, "Course, you already knew what to expect, didn't ya? Now, tell me where."
"They're long gone by now..."
"That's fine," Randy bonked the wizard on a wall, "I just need the location. In case ya haven't noticed, more's goin' on here than just your body snatchin'!"
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Sheldon Wallace, Ryat99 and Ryat66 emerged from the portal in Steel Canyon. Sheldon popped the crick in his neck and held his gauntleted hand out to one of the Praetorians nearby. A wave burst from his hand and a scattering of nanites made contact, coalesced around their target, and froze the offending evil-doer in place. Shortly thereafter, the scrapper fighting him finished him off and a police drone zipped by, zapping the prone body up for a quick trip to the Zig.
"That was unceremonious," Ryat99 muttered.
"You two go wherever you think you'll be the most help," Sheldon ordered, "I gotta go do some finishing touches to another side project... One that's suddenly quite relevant."
"Sir," Ryat99 piped up to his creator, "Do you ever worry that you might just be a mad scientist?"
"All the time, Sixty-six," Sheldon replied and shook his trench coat to wrap it around himself better, "All the time. I think whether the final results are good or bad are what make the difference."
"And if they're bad?"
"Then I'll probably be considered the next Clockwork King," the inventor rasped as he started walking toward the Tech shop.
On his way, he froze the "tanker" in another group of Praetorians who were chasing after a controller. It didn't actually stop the Tanker, jsut tripped him up a little, and the group turned to give chase, but Ryat99 and Ryat66 rushed up to stop them. The controller, having gotten a breather from the momentary distraction, enthusaistically assisted in the fight.
"Teamwork and ingenuity are what will save us," Sheldon called to his androids, "Remember that."
"I'm getting worried about him," Ryat99 muttered to his older brother, "He writes in his sleep."
"Yeah... Wait, he writes in his sleep?" Ryat66 asked perplexedly, "Writes what?"
"Invention ideas. Clockwork designs... He's really struggling to figure out how they work. There's also a few nightmares in there."
"All we need is the power source design, though..." Ryat66 scratched at his shoulder, "Why is he still trying to figure out the rest?"
"I don't know..." Ryat99 looked to the north.
It seemed a lot of heroes, Freedom Corps/Longbow, police and military forces were headed to the War Wall there.
"I have an idea, Sixty-six... I'm going to Galaxy City."
"Why?"
"To free our brothers and sisters, and then we'll show these Praetorians what for. Good luck."
"Good luck, brother," Ryat66 saluted the larger android and started heading north.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((Err...Grey, was the magus you were talking to 'The' magus? Because he's rather powerful...))
((Was that an actual character of yours, Sovi? I assumed it was a normal mage... Even still, I don't think your guy would have stuck around for "minion work," so it's highly unlikely. Don't worry, though, Randall's not on Reikoff's trail, either. He's just looking for focal points of "odd" occurences, and hopefully finding weak points the Praetorians are using to worm their way into our dimension.))
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((No, its cool, but yeah, the Magus is an actual out-of-game character that I made up for an old thread somewhere, and he's as close to a godly character as I have, hehe.))
"Ahn..." Essex moaned in pain as her systems were jolted back online. Unable to say much else, she leaned forward, quivering and frightened, into the Maltan engineer's arms as he repaired her.
"My garden..." she finally managed to whisper, somewhat paralyzed by it all. "They...my strawberries...and...the orchids....and..."
A hurried crunch of grass sounded at the edge of the garden in front of the Maltan. Should he glance up during his repairs, he would see another figure running, though awkwardly and holding her side as though it held a stitch.
She was wearing a labcoat, and had long tresses of blonde hair. Goggles were pushed up on her head somewhat haphazardly, and she stopped short upon seeing the scene in the garden with wide, soft gray eyes.
"Oh no...she has been here." she fretted in a German accent, panting for breath. Hurrying over, she no doubt stopped short down the scope of the Maltan's gun.
Carefully lifting her hands, she regarded them with concern.
"Are you and the little one all right?" she asked. "I have to apologize for Selene's actions..."
She sighed, deflating her shoulders. "Ja, not that it will do any good. The spoiled little creature does whatever she wants anyway..."
((I think I found the Praetorian I want to stick with. <3))
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
After dropping the cops off at the Riot Guards at the Steel Canyon Entrance, Randall started heading south. He never really got into the Perez Park proper. A group of young heroes hovering around a quantum anomaly got his attention and he approached them.
"Everything good here?" he rumbled.
"Everything seems to be fine, sir," the spiky hero replied, "According to the scanners DATA got us, a few of the Praetorians got through, but whatever minions or backup they had with them either aren't coming or haven't come through yet..."
"Not coming?"
"Well... The portals not appearing in Boomtown or the Hollows are pretty unstable... I don't know if they're trying to put another one in here, but none so far that we've found seem to last long."
"Catch any Praetorians at all?" Randall was already considering going where the real action was for someone of his security level.
"No sir... Not my group, per say..."
"Well, keep up the good work."
With that, he leaped off into the distance, heading south to get to Skyway City and get a good view of how the rest of the zone was doing. Portals seemed to wink in and out of existence, perhaps it was all the mystical stuff the Circle of Thorns were doing in the area.
It wasn't a pleasant thought, but it was a sound theory. By the reports, the Praetorian portal in the Hollows was in the northeastern region of the zone. That wasn't necessarily as far from the nearest entrance as possible... Nor was it far from the Beacon there...
"That'll probably be the first to fall," Randy muttered as he went through the heavy blast doors and headed for Skyway City.
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Cory's icy blade carved through another Wrecker and a scrapper hopped up and kicked the offending invader in the teeth. The battle at the Croatoa Green Line was over, and the heroes had been victorious.
"They were just troops," a defender shouted over the cheers, "More could easily be on the way, we will need to leave a contingent force!"
Cory didn't volunteer. Though he really liked helping in any way he could, and had already plotted out several defensive strategies that would keep perhaps even a full compliment of the Praetorian Generals from taking the Green Line here, he had to go.
He could feel his Praetorian out there. It wasn't exactly a "calling," but the two could definitely sense each other. Briefly, the warlock wondered how many others around him got the same sensation.
"I'll stay," a power-armored tanker finally raised his hand, "My team and I will hold this train station!"
"My sisters will assist you in any way we can," Gertrude reached out her hand to shake the tanker's.
"Alright then, let's get back to the rest of the city and show those [censored] Praetorians what for!" another spry little scrapper shouted before leaping into the next car.
Cory gave Gertrude one last hug, and boarded the train with the rest of the heroes.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Holy [censored], it's her! Wait..." The TacOps staring down his scope at her gave pause.
"...That's not the...."
"No [censored]. It's her Praetorian, which means she's with us." The Engineer grumbled, continuing to work on Essex in an awkward half-hugging-half-applying-a-welding-torch-to stance. "If you're looking for Praetorian Selene and her Robot, you can find their greasy spatter over near the lake." He said, nodding his head in that direction.
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Bobcat roared ferally and pushed KR|_|51-1 back against a wall.
"D00D W3'R3 G3TT1NG P\/\/NZ0R'D!!" The Tank roared at a Juicer. "G0 G3T S|_|/\/\ |\|00135 T0 H3LP L0L!"
"On it." The Juicer grinned, performing an altogether too flashy takeoff flip and zipping off towards the Freak Stronghold in Founder's.
Essex turned, half using the Maltan for shelter as she regarded the woman with wide eyes.
"...Praetorian?"
The woman seemed to loosen a little at the Engineer's words.
"...Das is gut...Selene was far too dangerous. Since the accident... ugh. All my fault, it was all my fault..."
She beat her brow a little in frustration, before shaking her head.
"It sounds as if you already know me, but in case there are doubts, I will introduce myself. I am Dr. Gretchen Fleischman, a mere engineer..."
"...You're robotic..." Essex breathed, her eyes still on Praetorian Gretchen.
"Ah...ja." Gretchen said with a small air of embarassment. "Not entirely, but it is a long story, and more important things need to be done. Please...call me Greta."
Standing up, she nodded her head to the Malta.
"I am sorry for rushing, but...this world is becoming a dangerous place quickly. Is ...Daniel still alive?"
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"That's strictly need to know." The TacOps turned, leveling his AR at her once more. "You may be her Praetorian, but I still don't like you. Get Whiskey Tumbleweed on the line."
"Copy."
"Yeh, wut? Ah'm a li'l busy right now."
"Sir, we have a situation at -46, 17 in Perez Sector. Requesting your presence."
"Ai'ite."
"Copy. Thunder Black 3-5-5 over and out."
"Sir? Sir, you're supposed to signify you're done speak....Nevermind."
The light of a teleport lit up the area almost instantly. "By stars." Curtis raised the brim of his hat to get a better look at the scene. "Ah reckon sum'n done happened 'ere." "Yessir." The Engineer reported, snapping off a quick salute which Curtis lazily returned. "Sir, Essex's Praetorian, as you know, was just killed here. We appear to have stumbled upon the Primary's praetor as well. We needed direct clearance for--"
"Yeh, yeh, ah know mah own damn operatin' procedures. S'jus' tell 'er, ah don' reckon it matter too much."
"Sir, it matters quite a bit."
"Tch, not if'n ah'm 'ere, she tries sum'n an' I put a round through 'er face, ah don' see no problem."
"...Yessir. M'am, Daniel West is alive and well."
"Hey Lou."
Mad Matt McGinty.
"Hey Lou."
Cedric Grey.
"You guys do realize there's a small war going on out there, right? Heroes and... Well, antiheroes is the wrong word..."
Lou was busy welding shut the holes recently put into his workshop. This time, they hadn't been caused by Clockwork, but by Supa Trolls just kicking the walls. He was becoming quite the curmudgeonly resident.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about your motorcycle, Matt," Lou left his question unanswered and approached the tarp covered vehicle, "What did we agree on?"
"Well, we agreed on so many things, like the hydraulics..."
"What did we agree on!?" Lou shouted.
"No minigun..."
"And what did you put on this?"
"A minigun."
Lou started wiping his hands.
"Fine," he barked, "Fine. See... A lot of people think the King is crazy... none of them spend enough time around guys like you two... When you wind up a skid mark on the highway, I'm not gonna be sorry... Goodbye, good luck."
"Can I still store the bike in here? I mean, I did help you repeatedly in rescuing your wife and kid..."
"Fine... Fine..." Lou stalked off to his house's living quarters, then shouted, "What the Hell!? No! NO! You get the Hell out of my house!"
There was a metallic clang and the sounds of many other metallic somethings falling all over the floor. Cedric and Matt stared at the door for a few moments.
"Lou?" Cedric called out, "Lou, everything okay?"
"Yeah, it was just one."
"No Dad, it was two," his daughter called out, "I took out the other with a baseball bat."
"So," Cedric turned back to his roommate, "A minigun, huh?"
"Yeah, this is gonna be so cool!" Matt shouted as they pulled back the tarp.
Cedric let out a long low whistle. Matt was staring, dumbfounded.
"You can thank my daughter for the paint job!" Lou shouted to them again.
"Bright orange flames on black..." Matt rubbed his hand affectionately on the paneling, "It looks like glass..."
"Awesome, man," Cedric looked up and smiled, "Hey, Lou, I'm taking some of these hooks, okay?"
"What?"
"I just need 'em... Don't worry, they're coming back..."
"I..." Lou walked out of his home to stare at the two heroes, "You two are the oddest oddballs I've ever had to deal with... If you think they'll help ya, then go ahead, but if I don't get them back a day after this all blows over, I'm coming after you..."
"With some hard-pipe hittin' boys a blowtorch and a crowbar," Cedric started loading the new chains into his wrist mounts, "I know, man, I know. I've heard it all before."
"Yeah, but it'll just be a hard-pipe hittin' me..."
"And you better not scratch up that paint, Matt!" Lou's daughter yelled out to them.
"Don't worry, I won't, "the wild maned scrapper chuckled back, "An act of the gods on the other hand..."
"I'll still blame you!"
"Dammit... I don't care, I'm taking this thing out anyway!"
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"There you are," Sheldon whispered as he turned on the light, "Don't worry, my dear... In a short while, the city will see what you have to offer..."
He was talking to what looked like a white-paneled Warhulk. For its right arm, it bore a minigun. On it's left, a small rocket tube and a flame thrower. If Nemesis knew this thing existed, he'd be one angry preserved brain. For now, it remained in the basement of the Steel Canyon gadgets store.
"I just wanna run a diagnostic and then I'll head out to..."
"Wallace!" Randall's voice roared out of his communicator, "Wallace! Where the Hell are you?"
"I'm working on something, sir," Sheldon replied with a sigh.
"Well, the heroes in Steel Canton are hitting a bit of a snag. I want you to head up there with your androids and help them out!"
"Uh... I'll see what I can do, sir... I kind of let the two do whatever they want..."
He checked his communicator's "Friend Tracker.
"It seems Sixty-six is at the north wall... Ninety-nine is on the Yellow Line for some strange reason..."
"Well, I guess that can't be helped... Still, get up to the north front. I keep hearing word that they need a good kineticist up there, because most of the others are in P.I., if they aren't getting ambushed by these random portals..."
"Random portals?"
"Minds more in the know than you are already working on it," Grey's voice sounded a little far away, like he was already focusing on his next objective, "You concentrate on what I told ya."
"Yes sir."
He clicked off his communicator and turned to the machine. Sighing through his nostrils, he gave it an affectionate pat and headed back upstairs.
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"Okay, boys, we're all loaded up," Solo Stryker muttered into the BWO dropship's intercom, "Ref, systems check?"
"Systems check out, Solo," the Kingdale Referee replied.
"Turrets?" the pilot queried.
"Port locked and loaded," Draven Erickson called back.
"Starboard good to go," Ragin' James answered.
"Everybody strapped in?"
"Check," most of the rest of the crew gave the affirmative.
"Wait, I'm not strapped in, yet..." Psycho13 shouted as he bolted for his seat, "I had to lock down the hoverbike!"
"Too bad!" Solo shouted and he kicked the thrusters and the hoverpods on to max power.
Psycho13 found himself thrown into the bottom rear corner of the passenger bay. The rest of the crew didn't much like the feel of it... It was like a lurching in their stomachs.
"Next time you do that, brother," King Slater muttered into the intercom, "How about a little more warning?"
"Callsigns only from here on out, Slater," Solo called back, "Last thing we want is anybody recognizing us on the streets..."
"Yeah man," Dirty Ice mocked Slater by throwing up his hands in a shrug and bobbing his head a little from left to right, "What were you thinking!?"
"I was thinking..." Slater took an empty clip from the wall and chucked it at Dirty, catching him off guard as the metal slapped flat against his left pectoral muscle, "Shut the Hell up!"
"Ah! You got my [censored]!"
Psycho13 struggled into the seat and strapped in. He was exhausted, but that would be fixed shortly. In a short while, he'd get to field test his experimental new hoverbike.
"Hoverbike!" he gleefully whispered.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Greta nearly fell over herself at the sight of Curtis, and frantically felt around her labcoat pockets for what one could only assume was a gun. It seemed, however, that whatever it was, she had forgotten it, and she compensated by furiously pulling the goggles down over her eyes and peering at the gunslinger.
"...So...You are different here as well. What a fascinating dimension."
At the news that Daniel was alive, she looked surprised.
"Then...his laboratory is still intact?"
Essex glanced up from the Engineer's work to eye Greta in surprise. For a moment she looked as though she was about to run to Curtis, but the Engineer was nearly finished, so she didn't want to disrupt him yet.
"...Miss Greta, you seem very kind...but your counterpart here is very, very mean. Papa takes his laboratory very seriously, and...well, I don't know how he would feel...I'm sorry..."
Greta was taken aback at this, and tilted her head, lifting her goggles once again.
"Mein Gott, what a demure child." she said in fascination. "If I would have known Selene could have turned out like this..."
After a moment, she sighed. "But it matters little. Liebchen, in the other world...Your father was so occupied tending to Selene that his studies were left by the wayside. I was his laboratory assistant and picked up where he left off - a weapons contract for the Great War - and a few independent commissions. Perhaps there is something there we can work with, or materials..."
"Wait..." Essex said. "What happened to my father?"
Greta took pause at this.
"...Selene always got her way, since...since the accident. He engineered the robot with her DNA to wait on her hand and foot so he could concentrate on his studies, but...she still demanded his full attention. He became sickly and worn down, but still she demanded attention, money, toys...she had no empathy for her own father! ...Finally, he fell ill...and when he could no longer do her bidding, Selene - you see, she developed powerful psychic abilities after being crippled by the accident - crushed his mind to pieces. He was in a coma for months...almost a year."
Wringing her hands, she sighed a little.
"He saved my life after the accident. I owed it to him ...I ..tried my best to take care of him and carry on his research, but...Selene would have none of it. Her robot murdered him in his bed, just when it looked as though he may recover."
Running a hand through her hair, Greta smiled a little in embarassment.
"I suppose, ja, it is fortunate that she grew bored with the laboratory and left....else I might well be dead as well."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((Had a pretty cool idea, so I hope yall dont mind me joining in))
El D turned a corner in Kings Row, and started to walk down the street when he noticed something odd.
There were no people around, no sign of the usual buissness of the streets in the normally crowded Kings Row.
The tall man was about to turn back, when he heard a portal sounding behind him.
El D slowly turned back around, and found himself 50 feet from a large, bulky armored figure, who had demonic wings arching up from his back.
And when El D looked closer, the armored figure had not one, but two axe handles raising from his back, a murderous glint in his eye.
"So you've done it then.....He didnt deserve what ever fate you gave him..." El D said to Infernal.
"My 'weaker' counter-part deserved nothing less than Death!," the Praetorian Infernal answered back, "and you will recieve the same treatment, puny half-demon..."
"Ahh thats where your wrong..." El D replyed.
"What!? My Army will tear you Appart!!" Infernal roared in anger, as his armor summoned up hundreds of the demonic souls it had gathered through the ages.
"You call that an army?" El D asked, as a towering wall of fire rose up from the ground behind him, the fire reaching over the tops of the apartments.
Then the wall of flames moved back down along the street.
When the blazed vanished, there stood behind El D a demon army that was almost an exact clone of Infernals.
Except for one difference.
Standing next to El D was a monsterous figure that loomed over the 8' 8'' hero, its evil eyes alight with fire.
The Baphomet.
"You will still honor our agreement?" El D looked up at the Baphomet, his own eyes also ablaze with flame.
"Yes....You may have the axe of this worlds Infernal.....But we shall have the Praetorians Head!!!" the Baphomet roared in its deep, in-human voice.
At that both of the demonic armys surged forth, their commanders leading the way.
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Some time later.
El D stood in Williams Square in Founders Falls, infront of the large fountin that lay in the center of the Square.
The tall hero raised up Infernal's axe, looking down at the spot that the armored man had stood at for so long.
"My friend......I hope that you are in a better place....." El D said solomly, as he lowered the axe onto a specialy made platform that was now held over the waters of the fountin.
On that platform was also one of the few pictures of Infernal that had been taken over the years.
It was also the only picture that showed the big man happy, a grin on his face shown from under his helm.
El D bowed his head once more, turned, and started walking out of Williams Square.
"I hope you are in a better place...." he said again, as he finaly cleared the stone columns around the Square, and walked out of Founders Falls.
Global - @El D
Servers - Protector
This is mostly inspired from a point I reached in my story/chronicle thread, Grey's Army.
This isn't an RP per se...
This is more of a scenario style event...
War has hit Paragon City in the form of a massive Praetorian invasion. The bulk of the Praetorian Army is composed of Antimatter and Neuron's "Clockwork" robots and Marauder's hordes of "post-modern" savages. Each of the Praetorian generals have brought their own forces as well, however, they are not nearly as numerous.
The major threat, however, is that Tyrant as recruited as many Praetorian versions of our heroes (and maybe even our Rogues) to his cause as possible. These powerful soldiers in his army report directly to Marauder (Tyrant is fully aware of the insanely ambitious nature of the people under his rule), and are mostly under orders to hunt down their own doubles and destroy them.
The Danger Zones of "Crey's Folly," "Boomtown," and "The Hollows," have all been employed as insertion points for the Praetorian hordes. Most villain types in these zone shave been suppressed by the Praetorians as the hordes struggle to establish firm footholds in our dimension.
Periodically, the Praetorians also teleport directly into normal zones. Since we're not talking about an actual in-game event (I think...), Atlas Park and Galaxy City are just as fair game as the rest of the zones.
"Boomtown" and "the Hollows" are practically warzones as major "villain" forces in those regions continue to struggle against the invaders, even without heroic support. The Council has set up a makeshift base (much like the Freakshow base in the "Folly," only more "uniform") in the Southwest of "Boomtown," the Outcasts are waging a guerrilla war against the Praetorians, and the Circle of Thorns (with minor support from the Trolls) war with any and all Praetorians who wander into the southern regions of "the Hollows."
The Rikti Crash Site has been ignored by the Praetorians. There's no word as to why, but most prevalent theories state it's because the Rikti are so heavily entrenched in that region, and the Praetorians intend to deal with it after they've taken Paragon City and imposed their will on the planet.
So... Why am I telling everybody all of this? Well, the idea is that you all will post stories of your characters' duels with their Praetorians. Most stories are expected to take place on the "Home Front" (or rather, in Paragon), but it's just as likely that Freedom Corps/Longbow (or even powerful Player SGs) has means of invading Praetorian Earth and taking the fight to the Enemy.
Freedom Corps/Longbow, the U.S. Military, and the Paragon Police are all available for support. Medical facilities are also running full-bore. Much like in-game, hero cooperation is encouraged, but please do it right (PM fellow posters, get permission to utilize characters, etc.)...
Again, this isn't an RP, and, as such, isn't exactly chronological. Some events may be told out of order, but that's understandable (sometimes, you just gotta get the words out!). Oh yes... Signature Praetorians can be fought with and beaten by multiple heroes. It happens in the game ("I've fought Mynx five times today! How does she keep breaking out of the Zig? So ANGRY!"), so it can happen here.
Thank you for your consideration of this little idea. I was originally intending to just run through Grey's Army and Brutal Warriors Order with their endeavors during this tumultuous time (the event pretty much lasts a month of in-game time), but I figured it would be much better to share the idea with the faithful RPers here (and possibly perusers of the RP forum) and get everybody's input on it. I hope to see many great stories and tumultuous battles in the near future.
Again, thank you in advance for your contributions. Please, as in any public endeavor, try to be courteous to your fellow posters, and observe the basic RP etiquette. It may not be an RP, but it's pretty close. I don't want to see people's characters getting killed off (one-shotted, for instance) randomly by other posters, for example.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.