Awesome! Simple as that!
heee, I love your end of the world stories 
I find them very enjoyable ..in a twisted sort of way .
Dieing a true heroes death is something you can't really do in game .
Great read... my stand with Soul & Celtic reminded me of the ferry scene in War of the Worlds... Awesome job Plasma!
Wow.. just wow. That was awesome work, Plasma!!! The story was amazing 
Loved it 
*Stabs a Rikti* You ain't takin' LA, @#^%#! They got the best alleys around!!! *Stabs another Rikti*
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wow.. actually brought tears to my eyes... not kidding
Wow that was a GREAT READ!!!!!!
It was fantastic.
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And that is what the upcoming CoH movie script should be!! PERIOD!
... wow. Hard not to shed a tear...
Man, if you don't have a DA account yet then by gar you should. Your stories deserve a good place to be displayed
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Really cool story... really glad I took the time to read that. Great work Plasma!
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Cool! Now for chapter 2... please?
hee , we died and the mothership was destroyed .
a part two would be humanity picking up the pieces and the few meta human survivers and what they do .
you should ask plas really nicely to post a few of her elseworld end of the world Plasma Stream stories .
her zombie one is pretty cool
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hee , we died and the mothership was destroyed .
a part two would be humanity picking up the pieces and the few meta human survivers and what they do .
you should ask plas really nicely to post a few of her elseworld end of the world Plasma Stream stories .
her zombie one is pretty cool
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Well you could pick up with Crestent being the "Narrator", some how th at would fit him since he likes to observe thing with his 3rd eye. 
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hee , we died and the mothership was destroyed .
a part two would be humanity picking up the pieces and the few meta human survivers and what they do .
you should ask plas really nicely to post a few of her elseworld end of the world Plasma Stream stories .
her zombie one is pretty cool
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Well you could pick up with Crestent being the "Narrator", some how th at would fit him since he likes to observe thing with his 3rd eye.
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And it never said BAS died. J/k. But I would love to read some of your other works, Plas
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Awesome! I especially like this part:
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Pink eyes flared as she flipped through the images, Zikar was leading the London front, bearing Hero -1's old mantle, the Union Jack. He was one of the few british hero's still standing. The transformed Hero 1 had given away all the secrets of the British Defense Force, thankfully for the brit's Zikar hadn't been around then. She could see the smile on his face as he flew by the Rikti drop ships firing blast after blast into their engines causing massive feedback. The glow of his invulnerability sheild had become a beacon of hope for the remaining humans in London.
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But I read the whole thing too, and it's absolutely great
And where was Turkey Lurkey? He's at home, washing his tights! </joker>
Great story! More please.
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Oh yeah!! Soul and Celtic setting themselves up as an anti-air platform!! Rock on! Great story, Plas.
The question is... what would La Diablesse be doing? Granted, she'd probably not care for Rikti fantasies (if they have them) but she'd still be gleefully turning them against each other... usually the one with the most power, too.
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
Hahaha! If the Rikti didn't do in the Rogue Isles, the villains finished the job.
Very nice Plas, very nice indeed.
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This was very great! Thank you Plas!
(psst btw it's Valkarye :P the other one is the trainer *wink*)
I'm actually working on several possible scenarios for the invasion involving my Scrapper, his friends, and a few alts; borrowing from his anime roots, CapeMike has little choice but to play an ace card he's been holding back, and hope it's enough to stop the Rikti forces....
If anyone wants to know more, just message me here or in-game!
Truly astounding. If I were a movie producer I'd buy the rest of the script unseen. Then again, I'm a sucker for doomsday scenarios
*prod her for the other ones *
Plas is a great writed but notoriously shy and elusive
Thank you all for the kind words. It's been a long time since I posted anything I've written on the forums. Really happy you all enjoyed it and since there is a call for it...enjoy the read below. Zombies...by request
My breath caught in my throat as I slumped against the cracked plaster and brick wall behind me. Dust fell on the leather of my costume. Well what was left of it. I closed my eyes to hide the pink glow from them and concetrated on my breathing. In and out, in and out. Slow and steady, thats all it would take to get my heart from pounding out of my rib cage. I don't know why I had bothered to make a human body before this, but now I was stuck in it. I couldn't risk flaring my powers, one of 'Them' might sense it. It also kept me grounded, kept me from repairing the suit, or doing much of anything aside from running as if my life depended on it. I suppose if it came down to it I could shift my energy matrix into the Light Form of the Peacebringer genetics in me, but that would leave the rest of these people with me alone on this rock, alone with 'Them'. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Kevin's eyes were on me. He refused to be called Captain Valor anymore after what happened to Alice. I knew he was waiting on me to say or do something, I also knew he was looking over my chest for injuries. Half my suit front had been ripped away by Erik in our last escape. He cut deep, tore away most of the two layers of leather that keep teeth away from skin, but thankfully didn't get a bite in himself before Kajii put an axe into his head.
No one knows how it started, maybe Hell was full like in the first movie. Maybe it was an experiment gone wrong like in others, maybe something was found that shouldn't have been. Hell, maybe God had finally gotten pissed off at us and wanted us to go old testament style. The movies had a few things right though, they were slow, the human ones anyway. Shamblers they were called, no one liked the other word, the Z word. It was hard to take it seriously, but the Shamblers, they spread. It was geometric. They could be stopped like in the movies, head shots, sometimes fire, but the shots to the brain were best. Breaking the neck wasn't enough, break the neck and the teeth still work. That's where things got dangerous. See alot of heroes, even me were cocky at first, cmon these were just like the movies. Just stay outta the way and put em down. The Blasters had it best, since we got to fly around and do what we did best. Until one of us, some rook' who didn't even have an ID yet flew too low and got grabbed by a shambler. See the movies had one thing, by and large wrong, Shamblers, they kept those skills they knew best in life. The core of who they had been. Not really a problem for office drones and some people, but athletes, cops, military, they were a problem. This kid, whoever he was made us realize we had a bigger problem. People with powers who became Shamblers, well, they kept their powers.
Things went down hill quick from there, every bite was an infection, every infection death. Every death only lasted a bit. Shamblers and the new ones, the Reapers we called em, the powered beings who died and came back. We called them that because they were damn near unstoppable. It was like a small campfire having a fifty gallon drum of fuel dumped on it. It spread and spread. The Rogue Islands were called the Dead islands within days. A few made it off or into their bases but not many. The Arachnoid Shamblers took grandville in three hours. All communications were lost after that. A friend of mine, Troy, with the ability to see distant places said all that was left was smoking ruins. The tower had fallen.
One would think Ghost Widow, the Pantheon, even the Necromancers like Lord Paragon would be ok. They weren't, this new breed of dead didn't respond to any of their powers. The ghosts and bound like her left this plane or are trapped here unable to do anything but watch. Most of the necromancers and Pantheon joined the ranks of the Shamblers, which made matters worse. Civlization broke down within a fortnight of the kid becoming the first reaper. There were pockets of humanity left around the globe, but not much, not much at all.
"I don't see any of them out there," Charolette whispered as her eyes peered through the wooden slats in the rundown building. "Think we can move, maybe get down to the docks and find a boat, just leave."
I opened my eyes slowly, concentrating to keep the glow dim as I looked around the room. Most of us had gotten used to the stench of death recently. So this little look showed me we were held up in an old day care center. I tried not to picture in my head what had happened here when the Shamblers and Reapers came through. The blood and bits told the story for me, the broken toys and the stains on the walls, the floors, the ceilings. I wanted to throw up. I swallowed back the bile and refocused on the living rather than the true dead. Kevin, Elysienne, Frost Sampson and Tarin; The Guardian FOrce, or what was left of us. I felt my knees ache as I walked across the room, Kevin's eyes boring into me. I don't think he forgave me for pulling him out of the Zenvious school, maybe he shouldn't. He was alive, they weren't. I shuddered a little thinking of how poor little Zoe and Graff took the school, took Alice and Kajii and Jade. I'd learn to live with it when I had time to regret it.
The boards creaked underfoot with each step and made me grimace, hoping we weren't heard by some Reaper with super hearing. I looked outside, sliding my hand into Elysienne's as I stood next to her. I felt my cracked and dry lips with my tongue as I whispered, "I'm not so sure, I heard some of the Illusionist Reapers were randomly making packs of Shamblers invisible. I wish I could say we could trust our eyes on this one baby." I felt her squeeze my hand, the weight on her shoulders from knowing all she did and her own powers more than I could understand. Knowing as a Telepath of her caliber she heard the screams of the dying and now, nothing but silence, save from the few living. "Frosty, Tarin, what do we have left, can we make it to the docks?"
Frosty shook his head, looking at our supplies, our weapons of survival. Tarin whispered first," The Tommy gun we found only has a single drum left. I have six shots left in the 9 and a few knives and the sword. If I remember what I saw, you have 4 left in your Browning Hi Power, Ely has 5 in her Colt and Ca..er Kevin is out. Frosty's only got the Bat, the Sledge and the Hockey stick left."
"What happened to the Pipe?" Ely asked, not turning her eyes from the window.
"Some Reaper with a metal jaw bit through it."
I sighed heavily and checked the clip on my gun. She was right. She usually was when it came to weapons which is why I am glad she was still with us.
"Do you hear that?" Kevin asked as he stood up suddenly.
Everyone shut up. Reapers and Shamblers weren't known for making much noise, groans, moans and other sounds, a few could speak enough to say important names to them, mostly that occured in Reapers. There it was! The boards over head were creaking, someone else was here. Some-THING else was unfortunately more like it. I whispered, "Remember the pact."
Everyone nodded, then moved to stand back to back in the room. I heard Frosty hand Kevin the Sledge as I clicked the safety off. Tarin pulled the bolt back on the Tommy gun and we waited. The movies had taught the survivors as many lessons as we were capable of following. One of the early ones learned, don't check the creepy sound. You'd die if you were lucky. You'd end up killing your friends if you weren't. Instictively reached my hand to the chainmail the Survivors had taken to wearing around the neck. It wasn't ideal, comfortable or perfect, but it was better than nothing. We waited in silence, the only sound our breathing. Though I would swear I could hear my own heart beating in my ears, it sounded so loud. It felt like forever we waited, the sun had finished setting and a thunderstorm had rolled in off the seaboard. A Noreaster, a good one too from the sound of the wind. Not so good for us though. I wish I hadn't been distracted by the storm, I wished alot of things in a single moment in time. I wished my spine hadn't felt that chill. That my skin wasn't crawling and dear whatever the hell is above in the supreme being category hadn't had me hear that sound. The sound of the wood splintering under Kevin's feet. The sound a man screaming like that. The sound of fifty shambler toddlers and children crying for food. That final sound I wish I could wipe from my memory.
I didn't really think about anything else after that. It all became reflex as the world turned to hell in a handbasket. The gun fell into its holster, my hand grabbed the bat from Frosty's back and came over my head with both hands gripping it. My own pink eyes looked down into those blue sky eyes of Kevins, "The pact, old friend." He knew what I had to do, I was probably one of the few he knew who would or could do it. Even then, even being that person. I closed my eyes and screamed for all I was worth as I brought the wooden bat down. I felt something wet and heavy, to thick to be blood or an eye hit my chest, something small and sharp stung my closed eye lid. I felt the tackiness of my own blood on my cheek a second later. Kevin had stopped screaming though, Kevin wouldn't be a reaper. That was the pact we had made to each other. All of us hoping it wouldn't have to be fulfilled.
We did the only thing we could then. We ran. We burst through the doors in to the cold gale and flashing lightning. Tarin's machine gun could barely be heard over the storm as we moved. It stopped too suddenly for her to be out of ammo. Ely paused only a moment at my side to turn and then I heard four shots from her gun. One of them had to count. I hoped for Tarin they did. Something moved out of the corner of my eye and I pushed Ely into the ground, the water splashing above us. I felt the back of my leather tear as something barely missed flying by. I choked back a scream as the unforgiving ice cold rain bit into the new wounds. I didn't have time to mourn for Frosty as I saw parts of him drop from the sky in front of us. He hadn't even had time to scream himself. If I survived I'd pray it was painless for him.
Ely picked me up and we began to run again heading east towards the Marina. It was six miles of Shambler and Reaper infested city away. The sounds of slow splashing behind us told us that Reapers and Shamblers were on the move. Told us we were next. My breath caught in my throat, my pulse pounded in my ears as we ran. My legs felt like they were on fire as we kept running. Shamblers and Reapers moving from alleys in front and beside and behind us. We kept moving, a world of the dead around us. Water stun our faces, our wounds. The cold made us sore and stiff, but we couldn't stop.
The Marina was just ahead, the smell of the salt water and the sight of the sails between the sheets of rain could be seen. The Shamblers and Reapers had gotten as thick as the clouds over our heads, we were barely dodging them, their moans had drowned out the sounds of the storm. A few of the Reapers were calling out our names. So close, so close to the Marina, so close to freedom.
Suddenly I felt Ely, Charolette, my Char become dead weight in my hand. I stopped for just a second to see a gloved hand holding her hair and a familiar metal face plate and odd cape blockign my view of her neck. I knew what was happening and felt the tears in my eyes, stinging worse than the rain as I emptied my clip into the back of the former leader of the Phalanx's head. I never liked him anyway. I held Char's dying body in my hands not caring anymore about the horde growing closer and closer. Her blood leaking onto my hands and torn dirty suit. This wasn't how it was supposed to be for her, she deserved better. We all did. I saw her lips move, forming words we often said to each other before "Them". Then her last words whispered were, "The Pact"
I nodded biting my lower lip as I stood. There was no where for me to run, even circling over head the Reapers moved closer. Moving ever so closer down as the others trudged and shrugged forward. I held her hand as it began to grow colder, letting my power flare inside me. No longer having anything or anyone to care about. I smirked as I saw the faces in the forefront, people I knew once. The power was building up inside me, all my energy reserves to be placed into this one final act. I knew the moment Charolette died in my hands. I looked down into her glassy eyes and whispered, "Big Bada Boom......."
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I screamed as I woke up. A final image in my head of a crater that used to be Rhode ISland, my pink eyes looking down on a world that was dead to me. Dead to itself.
I thought back to my talk with Alice the night before, about my inhumanity. Maybe it was time to try and be human again. I reached over the bed that had not had Star Flash in it for some months now and picked up the phone, "Char...."
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Cool. I hope you share more of these a lot!
see told you the zombie one was nifty Plas has a few more squirreled away somewhere
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"Wendy, what the frak is our status?" She shouted over the explosions rocking the space station. Sparks flew at her glowing pink eyes absorbed into her energy based body. The sound of a fire extinguisher being used behind her with a low feline growl told her Rowr had made it back from the mission with her wife.
"Coming dear," Wendy Olsen-James said as she brought up a the few monitor banks on the AES that were still working. The pinkish glow of her artificial energy arm dimmed slightly as she used some of her own power to feed the monitors. Plasma looked her over for a moment, seeing the recent injury hadn't scarred yet forcing her to build an artifical arm out of the plasma energy infused in the raven haired woman.
"It looks like we've lost Greece to them. Well what's left of Greece. Sayterra and 'Sin were there. Last recording shows the Goat going flatline against fourty armored bugs."
"How'd we lose the rest of the gorram country?"
"'Sin. Judging from the hellfire and pillars of salt. I'd say he went all Angel of Death on them. It's a wasteland there, human casualties were nil. Evac's got em fine, but there isn't an invader alive within 50 square miles."
"And Inky?" Plasma asked
"No sign of him."
"Damn." She muttered under her breath. The war had been going badly, Vanguard hadn't been as prepared as they thought they were. The Rogue Island incursion was short, though it wasn't fair to call them the Rogue Islands anymore. More like the Rogue Atol once Massacre Melanie had finished burning everything in the area to the ground. Even Mt Diablo was little more than a ruined hill. It was almost a shame she was dead or back in her own plane, they could use the fire power.
Pink eyes flared as she flipped through the images, Zikar was leading the London front, bearing Hero -1's old mantle, the Union Jack. He was one of the few british hero's still standing. The transformed Hero 1 had given away all the secrets of the British Defense Force, thankfully for the brit's Zikar hadn't been around then. She could see the smile on his face as he flew by the Rikti drop ships firing blast after blast into their engines causing massive feedback. The glow of his invulnerability sheild had become a beacon of hope for the remaining humans in London.
She watched, with a single pink energy tear as a pair of knee socks and a scarf burned in the fires of what had been New York, nearby the remains of a straight jacket that had belonged to the mad maiden was illuminated by the pale green glow of the crater. The Teen squadron's legends had gone out with a bang. stopping the Nuclear reactors in the area from going and seeing that the majority of New York had been evacuated into the Appalacians. They held the line like the Heroes they were, to the last. Radey was the final one to go and she made the Rikti pay for every step until there was nothing left but a smooth irradiated crater. The rikti lost three batallions to them alone.
Juggertha and Rox appeared on the next panel fighting in the Denver front. Plasma had to blink for a moment, perhaps in awe, perhaps in fear. It was a rare occaision to see a Godling let go. Primal Earth was losing the battle to the invaders and the safeties had come off. Juggertha's blood lust was a force of nature itself. His axe swung and the earth shook with fear. Roxstar was doing what he could to get the refugees into the deeper mountains outside the city, but he was taking a pounding from Rikti artillery. That footage, if they didn't survive would ensure everyone knew the meaning of the word, "Tank" from then on.
She turned to the next monitor, to see what to a human observer would appear only as a wall of fire forming a circle around a Rikti Armored battle group. To inhuman eyes however, one could see a girl, barely a woman running laps around hundreds of Rikti, leaving nothing but fire in her wake. They called her Lightspeed, and she was living up to her name as she sped up to the point even Plasma's eyes saw nothing but the flames in her wake. The Rikti were firing wildly into the fire as the wall grew higher and higher, the oxygen inside burning away with each pass of the speedster. She winced as a Rikti Plasma howitzer landed a femto second in front of the girls path. She prayed to whatever deity there was that may have been listening that Lightspeed didn't feel a thing. A small gleam formed in her eyes though, hoping the heroine knew that her fire wall collapsed and incinerated the entire group in a backblast Inferno of cosmic proportions. That part of the Sahara near Egypt would have nearly two hundred miles of glass available to it, if anyone lived through this, The monitor went black.
Soul Train, Lady Judgement and Celtic Bolt were holding the line at the Chicago water front, hundreds of refuges were attempting to escape across the Great Lakes to get out of the city. The Rikti had only one thing on their side, sheer numbers, but for a brief moment, it didn't appear to be enough as she heard across the monitor "Guilty" from LJ, as she threw an empty city bus at a column of marching Rikti. The bus alone may not have done much, but with the power of SOul and a well placed Snipe by Celtic bolt, the bus became a fireball that blocked the road. It was a small victory of the moment, they didn't have time to celebrate as a Rikti bomber flew overhead, moving to the refugee boats. The monitor went fizzled for a moment as the Space Station shook from another explosion, as she watched the three Heroes take to the sky. When the image stabilized, the bomber was in ruins just meters away from the last refugee boat, there was no sign of the Heroes who had just saved hundreds of lives.
Vigil Station shook again from another Blast. The Rikti had sent a Dreadnought class battle cruiser to deal with the Orbital Bases. Vigil was one of the last as it's orbit had been higher than most. Her sheilds were failing though under the bombardment. They had a saying in the US Navy for the Battleships, "Fear God and Dreadnaught", now she knew why. She spoke to the air, a holographic image of an eye patched old man and a werewolf working through smoke and fire, "Tell me what we have left Stratos?"
"I wish I had better news Plas, but Wulfen and I have plum run outta ideas, we take another hit like that and the sheilds are gone. After that...so are we."
"Alright. Get everyone to the Revere. I am calling the code, 'Supernova'".
The hologram chewed it's toothpick for what seemed like an eternity, the old man's jaw set. "Alright. It's been an honor and a privledge to serve with you."
"You too Marcus, you too. Now get the frak outta here." She turned from the hologram to look to Valkyrie, Rowr, and Wendy. They looked at her solemnly, "Go. No arguments, just go. It's the only way."
Wendy opened her mouth to protest, but Rowr touched her arm and shook her head. The feline looked to the energy being, the leader of the Guardian Force. "Good bye Pasma."
"No goodbyes. Just...until later." Plasma tried to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes as she watched her family head to the emergency Hangar. She turned back to the monitors and punched another button, "Fallen Skye. You're it. Vigil is toast. Good luck." She hoped the alien princess heard the message as she felt the space station rock again from another bombardment from the Dreadnaught. Panels exploded around her. Flames began to melt the control room around her as the fire suppression system shut down from overload. A brief shudder in the station told her the Revere had punched the hyperdrive and was clear.
She glanced back to the last working monitor. Cyberlynx and Hawkknight fighting side by side in Washington, piles of conscripted Rikti around them. Back Alley Scrapper, Sartori, Gill Bates showing the Rikt the Los Angeles would not be theirs. Thors Assassin and Sassy pushing the Rikti back from San Francisco with all they had in them.
She smiled as the base power shut down, ending the image stream. They were all heroes and the world would survive at their hand. It had to. She had hope as she floated to the remains of the Guardian Force observation lounge. The Rikti Destroyer was closing for the kill shot. It's primary weapon's charge building up causing a sickly green glow around the craft.
"Not this time. You lose," she whispered. She closed her eyes tapping into the power core of Vigil Station drawing every last neutron and ion of energy the reactor had into herself, "Big Bada Boom...."
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Katfood withdrew her claws from the Rikti Armor as she saw her shadow cast across in in the darkness of the night, her eyes turned skyward as Kid Valor threw another Rikti to the ground.
"What was that?"
"My mom." KV said quietly, "She's gone. She took the dreadnaught with her."
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Plasma awoke with a scream, banging her head on the work station light above her. A suit of pink and black battle armor lay before her. She hovered over to the observation port in the hangar and looked down to see the earth as it should be. The Rogue Islands, Greece, all still there. A quick check with Guardia confirmed all the heroes were still out and about as normal.
She sighed to herself and wiped a few tears from her eyes. She knew the dream was more than that, as she gazed upon the new battle armor she was constructing for herself. She turned her eyes back to the blue orb 150,000 miles below. "Goddess, help us all. The war is here...."
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