"Very well, then." Thule walked out down the tower, and into the busy Grandville streets. His internal teleportation system began to charge. He had one goal - escape.
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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
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Throughout the world, Bounty Hunters and Elite soldiers were receiving the same message. "The following images and files being uploaded to your systems contain the image and data on your target. Thule must be brought in alive. I am placing utmost priority on his capture.
-Elitist, Master of Mayhem, Overlord of All Metas"
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
Thule was already aware of the new target, after all it was natural to him to know when he was already being followed by someone and most likely something. He was the new target. How? Why? Where? What had he done? He didn't know the answers at all. He knew he had to get out of the area as fast as he possibly could, and even then it might be too late.
The teleporter that was charging internally had built up enough charge to send him somewhere very far away, but he hadn't took time to chose where exactly. He teleported a good distance away in a random direction. It was just his dumb luck that he happened to land. . .
Right infront of a Resistance supply patrol. Thinking quickly he ducked into the bushes on the streets of Galaxy City. The patrol might have noticed him, and they might not have. There was something wrong with the bushes, they were. . . frozen?
Thule knew that it was nearly impossible for a bush to be flash-frozen the exact instant he ducked into the bushes, he did a diagnostic of his power suit. A number of blazing fast data streams flowed across his eyes. A Crey symbol rotated in the background.
Fitness. . . checking - 95% - SUCCESSFUL
That looked to be fine, just the normal 5% of his original programming not comparable with Crey's new Cryo-suit they were paying him quite heavily to test for them, perhaps now was the time for some good publicity for Crey Corporations.
Security. . . checking - 92% - SUCCESSFUL
Again, looked fine, the 8% was probably cookies from web browsing. He'd need to do a wipe of those. But the one thing that bothered him. The large amount of unmoving, flashing red bars at the bottom of his eyes for containment for his coolant.
Containment. . . checking - UNKNOWN_FATAL_ERROR REBOOT SYS_CHK
There was a breach somewhere that had flash-frozen the air around him. Crey's suit had messed with his coolant system. Their suit had saved him from completely freezing over, though. He hadn't know how they do it, but they had done it. He ignored it for now, his suit should auto-adjust and patch it up soon. He had more important matters to attend to.
((Not quite sure what just happened, what with the deletions and all, but I'm sure yalls'll let us in on it sometime. 
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The ningyo didn't need to be asked twice, Apex presenting himself as a target more opportune than any he'd ever beheld. With a swift twist of fingers, a katana twirled about from front to rear, and then the Jounin spun to clave the villain's spine in half.
Not a second later, a blinding cloud of what resembled thick black smoke exploded outward without warning, covering the area in flittering murk. It robbed just about everyone of vision, rendering sight all but useless. If anyone managed to actually land a strike where they wished to, it would be close to a miracle.
The source was immediately obvious - the ningyo had burst apart, one of the Heavy Assault Soldier's energy blasts flaying the construct of shadows apart just an instant before Apex would have been sliced apart by the blades.
Still, however covering for the villain it may have been, he'd be in the same boat as the small group around him if he tried to counter attack. If he chose to try and escape again, he'd have to do so quickly - in no more than four seconds, the shadows about would consume the murk once more, and everything would be out in the open again...
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"Understood." Baalial replied to seemingly no one, his means of communication more ethereal than actual device (though Toy and entourage could perceive Hotaka's transmission just as well), "Oh, and not that I'm not having fun here, but wasn't there another point to this than just general chaos...?"
"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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Unfortunately, wounded as he was, Apex couldn't continue his run. The teleportation field was jamming his own device, as the sudden increase in unwanted intruders sent it into overdrive. A small security oversight that may now cost him his life.
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
The Resistance soldiers were just setting up the last few crates for teleport when the bushes near them flash-froze. One of them saw, and his eyes immediately narrowed. The soldier tapped his friend and pointed at the iced over area.
The other man nodded and followed, automatic weapon drawn. The first peeked over, and his eyes widened at the sight of a renowned Masters bounty hunter crouched there. He leapt back, calling out an alarm as the second raised his weapon to fire.
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
Psycho13 narrowed his eyes at the troopers as they fired barrage after barrage at him. He was too quick for them to run, but he couldn't take them out any quicker than one-at-a-time.
Their forces seemed to replenish at that rate, too. There was something unsettling about that.
Almost like he'd dealt with a subject like that before.
"You know what?" he grunted as a bullet lodged into his back and was promptly squeezed out by his regenerating flesh, "I'm tired of this."
After snapping the neck of the soldier he had in a headlock, he tore after the soldier who'd broken away to assist Apex. No need for some gooner to go and bother the people handling the main job.
"Come back here!" he screamed, "That twit doesn't need any help to die!"
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Bear hug!" Combat Toy shouted in violent glee as he grabbed the mostly immobilized Apex Twin and held him tight enough to pin his arms and restrict his breathing but not enough to start crushing him. Yet.
"I hear you, Hokata," Toy muttered over his comm. link. "And seeing as how we've got our primary target, I think we can start pulling back to Baalial's position."
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.
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The other man nodded and followed, automatic weapon drawn. The first peeked over, and his eyes widened at the sight of a renowned Masters bounty hunter crouched there. He leapt back, calling out an alarm as the second raised his weapon to fire.
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"Hello there," muttering, he rolled onto his side and spraying the soldier who had been closest to him with a quick burst of liquid nitrogen. An instant after that, the Crey Power Armor had stopped the flow of nitrogen, and began to patch the internal workings of Thule up. For someone built seventy years ago in top secret by Germany's best and brightest scientists, he was in suprisingly good condition. He could drop a man before he could blink from twenty feet away with a Luger.
Expecting to be met with a hail of bullets, he position himself so that the thickest of his kevlar coating would be in maximum exposure, for increased protection. The heavy carbon-alloy steel that made up his under-plates would be more than enough to deflect the bullets, but he didn't always have those, so this was a force of habit.
In preparation for his counter attack, if needed, he had his knife drew and was prepared to tear the solder's leg off from the knee down with a single knife-swing. If that had failed, he could always test out the suits 'modifications'. Not hearing if the soldier had said anything, Thule began to speak in his dull robotic tone.
"I won't be of any further harm if you are of no harm. I can help the Resistance. I will go without a fight if you give no fight. If you do fight, then there will be some pretty bloody results." He laughed for a brief bit. "Catch what I'm saying? Or do I need to make my 'point' more clear?"
((God, I love RPing Thule so damn much. ))
A lithe form slinked up behind Thule and cuffed him. She leaned her head over his shoulder and whispered, "There are several snipers hidden around the area. No... sudden... moves."
She stepped in front of him, giving a clear view of the purple and white striped outfit, complete with tail and cat ears. "Bring him down to a questioning cell, guys. I'll finish up with the supplies."
The men nodded and took places around Thule, though they didn't seem to happy about the position. The obvious leader of the group keyed in a security code on the panel set into the armor on his wrist, making sure to keep it away from Thule's eyes.
A small flash of light was all that was seen before they were teleported to what looked like an old series of caverns. All along the wall were what looked like Council cells. "You won't be going there yet. Luckily for you, she was just finishing an interrogation up now."
Several other soldiers were hauling a limp Mayhem elite away, his feet dragging along as they brought him to one of the cells, a hint he must still be alive.
They opened a reinforced iron door, revealing a darkened room. a cliche lone spotlight shone down on a metal chair with beeping wrist, ankle, and neck braces. Power dampeners to be exact.
They lead Thule to the chair with the intent of strapping him in. As they did, a girl no more than fifteen stepped into the light. Her long, black hair gleamed even in the dull light. Part of it covered her face, but didn't hide the look of hate she had in her eyes for anyone who worked for the Masters.
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
((Sorry, been out for 3 days))
Twilight Radiation took slow and deliberate steps around the area, casting irradiated glances towards the mayhem guards around him. When he spotted Apex he took aim with his right arm. Darkness surrounded his fist as he tensed up, his concentration narrowing to Apex so that he wouldn't hit Combat Toy. A green neon glow pierced the blackness and grew in brightness as he shot a look to Steve "Give us the order to fire and Apex will die."
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"Oh, and not that I'm not having fun here, but wasn't there another point to this than just general chaos...?"
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Steve cursed as he stopped. How could he forget the real point here?! "Alright, Cortianna, Vendetta, Arrow, come with me to find Windsong. The rest of you, finish off these guys and clear an exit path!"
Steve Power raced down another tunnel, watching the tracker to make sure he was headed in the direction of their holding cells.
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Apex Twin grunted as Combat Toy grabbed him, struggling in the robot's grasp. "Killing me will only bring hell to your precious Resistance!"
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
"Keep an eye on him," Toy said to Combat Toy and the rest of the bots that had moved over to his position now that the Mayhem forces were routed. "If he tries anything funny, break off an arm. But keep him alive, I wouldn't put it past the Masters to wire this place up with a deadman's switch."
"I hear ya," grunted Combat Toy as he squeezed Apex a bit. "You got that, scum? Try anything and I'm allowed to break you."
"I'll keep him from dying, sir," Large Toy said as he looked around the room at the other Resistance members, shooting a beam of thermites at Lithanka and Steve before he ran off.
"Maaaaaaaaaaan...." whined Mini Bot. "Can't I go and help Caleb kill the other minions?"
But Toy wasn't listening any more as he dashed off after Steve.
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.
"I think my soul's drained," Psycho13 whispered as he finished off the Heavy Assault Soldier.
He had barreled into the soldier with a slide tackle kick to the back of his legs at super speed. Then, as the spider-legged enemy tried to stand again, he super-sped his elbow into the trooper's visor, shattering it and causing splintered glass to rake across his face.
One of the legs slashed out and skewered the former scrapper, but Psycho13 just rolled his eyes in annoyance and pulled the appendage out slowly. The Soldier didn't stop, though. Lifting the skinny man into the air with the damaging weapon, he curled a laser cannon limb around to burn a hole through Psycho13's torso.
"Time to die, little man," he spat.
It looked like some of the broken visor glass had cut up his face pretty bad.
Psycho13 flipped him off in reply and the Soldier fired. The scrapper screamed, his mouth glowing with the energy coursing through his belly and out his back. Suddenly, his scream turned into a pained roar and he kicked hard into the soldier's helmet, knocking it off. He fell off the blade in his shoulder and landed on the ground on his feet while the other landed in a heap.
Psycho13 wasted no time after that. As the Soldier rolled himself over and started pushing himself up, the little man was on his back. The soldier whirled around twice, flailing wildly, but couldn't stop the lunatic from slicing into his throat and draining him like a pig.
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"I think..." he gasped as he made his way to Mini Bot, "I think I'm done... No more... No more butchering..."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
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They lead Thule to the chair with the intent of strapping him in. As they did, a girl no more than fifteen stepped into the light. Her long, black hair gleamed even in the dull light. Part of it covered her face, but didn't hide the look of hate she had in her eyes for anyone who worked for the Masters.
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"So, you would be whom? I have no problem with being strapped into a chair with power restraints. Just be sure that it is strong enough to hold me."
If worst came to worst, he had a way out of the chair. His respect for the Resistance would be lessened greatly if this was indeed their leader. Not for the fact she was a she, not for the fact that she was a teenager, but for the fact that if this was indeed their leader, he could easily assassinate them if it was his mission.
As far as he could see, there was nothing blocking his wrist-blades from cutting the straps, and then all he'd have to do was tense his leg muscles to expand them enough to loosen the straps. Of course, he would have to do the latter casually. He was doing so as he spoke. Once this was done, he could lunge himself at the leader, blades first, and probably take her arms clean off, before bringing the blades upwards and severing the rib cage down the middle.
The girl stared at Thule for a moment as he was locked in. "I wouldn't try what you just thought, and my name isn't something you need to know."
She took a step closer, a bold move. However, she was confident that if Thule planned to make any false moves, she would know it. "I'll give you a chance to just tell the truth yourself. Why are you here?"
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Apex looked out of the corner of his eye as the others ran to rescue the girl. He chuckled. They would kill him if he tried anything? He would die no matter what happened in these next few minutes. Either by their hand, or Elitist's.
Subtely, Apex held his hand against his thigh. From a hidden flap in his pant-leg, he removed a small orb. He let it drop, and as soon as it struck the ground, it began to beep rapidly. "You have three seconds... now."
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Steve Power and the others were lucky that it had been dinner time when they moved in. The majority of the base's soldiers were all dealt with or in the process of. The patrols had moved in to assist Apex, and were now dead or scattered as well.
The cells weren't really 'cells' in the traditional sense. All along the walls were platforms with two pillars two-men tall. From the active ones, black energy came down and wrapped firmly around the ankles and wrists of their captives. Apex currently held three in this room. Two civilains, and Windsong.
"Get them down, I'll grab Wind," said Steve. But as he took a step closer, three turrets at the end of the room shot up from the ground. He barely had time to yell, "Get down!" before leaping away himself, the spray of bullets just missing him. "Someone fry those!" he shouted over the noise.
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
"I'll get one or two if someone can distract them!" Toy shouted as he clenched his fists tightly. The electricity that normally flickered over his body quadrupled in speed and size as he temporarily supercharged his aura.
"I can only hold this for so long, so hurry up!" Toy grunted, strain causing his voice to static heavily.
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"Oh [censored]!" Mini Bot shouted as the ball hit the ground.
Without waiting for anyone else to try anything, the ruby red bot scooped the ball up and activated another function of his chronal accelerator, the device that allowed him to have such insane reflexes. This function allowed Mini Bot to slow down time, effectively causing him to seem to have superspeed. Any offensive actions would negate the field, however.
The ball clutched in his hands and heedless of his own safety, Mini Bot sped out of the base and out the entrance, trying to get as far away as possible before it blew.
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.
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She took a step closer, a bold move. However, she was confident that if Thule planned to make any false moves, she would know it. "I'll give you a chance to just tell the truth yourself. Why are you here?"
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"And what did I just think? Talking? You don't want me to think about talking? Or do you not want me to think about breaking out of the many holes you have in this device and gutting you where you stand?" He laughed, "Of course, I wouldn't do that would I? It would ruin my chances."
"Why am I here? Your poor escuse for a supply patrol picked me up. I went willingly, or it would have taken alot more than you have in this entire compound to take me in this state that I am in. I would like to point out that you are in range of being kicked." Thule pressed his right toe down into his boot and onto a switch. A small compact, but still very sharp blade poked out from the tip of his boot.
Jake was about to throw up the equivalent of a Personal Forcefield around when it suddenly dissapeared. Just out of the blue, it seemed to vanish, leaving nothing behind except maybe befuddlement* and confusion. Confused himself, Jake reluctantly lowered his arm, his glove's flow slowly fading away as the Personal Forcefield to-be was no more. Putting his bots back into a defensive state of mind... er... artificial intelligence, he scanned the room noticing that one of his many mechanical allies was missing. Making a minor mental note, he kept watch on the MoM, making sure that his bots were ready to attack shoul he try anything.
The girl looked down at the small blade. "But you don't want to use it." This was a statement, not a question. If Thule wasn't already on guard, he might notice that he really didn't even like using the blade. "But you didn't really answer my question. I'll be more specific. Why were you watching them?"
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
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Apex Twin grunted as Combat Toy grabbed him, struggling in the robot's grasp. "Killing me will only bring hell to your precious Resistance!"
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"Too late." Baalial chuckled with a toothy grin as he walked by to join the group up ahead, "I'm already here."
Hotaka smiled as well, despite the apprehension in the air. He mentally prepared for what he suspected was to come, hoping Toy would be quick enough on the trigger if things came down to it. With stoic silence, he followed the group to the detention area.
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"I'll get one or two if someone can distract them!" Toy shouted as he clenched his fists tightly. The electricity that normally flickered over his body quadrupled in speed and size as he temporarily supercharged his aura.
"I can only hold this for so long, so hurry up!" Toy grunted, strain causing his voice to static heavily.
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"I think I've got just the thing." Baalial replied good-naturedly. His aura of felfire flared brightly as he stepped into the open, the turrets immediately locking in on the demon. If they followed a thermal targeting system, the heat alone would be enough to make him the only visible target. But just in case...
"Your mother was a washing machine!" Baalial laughed as he kept moving forward, heavy rounds tearing into his suit and flesh, staining the demon's skin with thick black blood. Nevertheless, Baalial seemed ignorant to any pain, his step steady as he moved closer and closer...
"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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"On it." Cortianna clipped reply. She had a standard annoyence to automated systems. Without an actual mind to sense, defense systems were one of the few things that could surprise her.
But now that she knew of them, the emplacements were open to a wide range of other things she could do to them. Case in point, her telekinetic grip forced one of the guns to turn on it's mount and aim at a second one. A brief feel along the system gave her the information to keep the gun firing if the computer controling it tried to shut it off.
Pinnacle
Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
Elitist watched Thule exit his chambers, seething inside. He activated his holopanel once more and continued to watch the battle between Apex and the Resistance, waiting to watch the entire complex self destruct.
He couldn't help but notice in their attempts to first destroy Apex, they hadn't rescued the girl yet. Elitist couldn't help but think how amusing it will be to watch their confusion as the doors sealed around them, and even if they could escape, must leave her to die.
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