How right Justice Reborn was - and brewing appeared to be just the right term. There seemed to be no shortage of arrivals in Bastion this day, although some arrived by means decidedly more unorthodox than others.
A gale whipped up and through the chamber, emanating from seemingly nowhere at all. This lack of source, however, lasted for all of half a second, a spherical vortex of murk and mire exploding into being right then and there. Hanging suspended in thin air, the thing had a diameter of nearly four meters, a writhing mass of darkness that coursed with black lightning. Hair-thin tendrils of hazy gloom cast their vaporous, immaterial touch across gas and solid alike, but seemed to be nothing more than an optical illusion, affecting what they caressed not in the least.
Not so what emerged.
Well, 'emerged' may have been inadequate nomenclature. 'Flung from' captured the situation more accurately. From the dark gateway shot a suit of powered armor that roughly resembled those worn by Rikti Gunmen, though at the same time radically different, coated in cool hues of slate gray.
Expelled rearwards from the portal, the construct's three independent toe stalks kicked a cloud of dust and noise into the room, perhaps even cutting deep grooves into the floor as they frantically tried to arrest the motion of the suit above them, the five fingers of the left hand desperately clawing upon the ground in attempted support. Indeed, it appeared the armored figure would have certainly liked to use the right one as well, though the long staff clamped in the iron grip of said hand somewhat prevented this. With a crystal carrying an azure aura at the thing's tip, its owner seemed quite unwilling to relinquish the rod - and for good reason.
After nearly six meters of skid, the armored arrival finally succeeded in halting his motion, stepping out of its crouch to stand at its full height of just over three meters. Similarities to a Rikti battlesuit now melted away utterly, and not only due to the thing's towering size and five-fingered hands. The suit's bulk was undeniable, though its proportions were not 'heavy' by any means, instead giving a very athletic appearance. It was just large. Large and tall - and the draconian features may have offered suggestions as to the reason, especially the saurian skull that narrowed ahead, and the long tail that possessed nearly the thickness of its legs.
The thing didn't carry wings, however. Instead a backpack of some manner sat grafted onto the rear, upward portion of the suit, its clearly high-tech compound plating interlocking neatly with the same of the armor, as well as the aft portion of the dragon-like head, which extended a good bit past where a human's cranium terminated.
The figure didn't pause to speak as it stood, seemingly not even aware there was anyone else about. Stepping ahead immediately afterward, each pace of a foot sent a loud, pneumatic echo into the chamber. This determined course, ignorance of anyone else's presence, and blatantly visible holes and scars in the finely molded plating of light and dark slate gray suggested this wasn't over by a long shot.
How true.
A second suit of armor burst from the dark gate, also thrust rearward and looking even more battered than the first - though this time the source came with. Grappling fervently with the new figure was a trio of spiny, insect-like legs, carrying horrid spikes upon multiple joints, and just generally looking vicious as could be. Whatever they belonged to bellowed a mixture of roar and hiss through the portal, obviously trying to either enrapture its opponent and drag him back to the other side, or emerge from the gateway and carry out whatever plans it had right here.
Neither suit of armor seemed to have any intent of letting this happen, however. The first instantly deployed a large-barreled energy machine gun from the radius of its left arm, the cannon laying into the pitch-black monster with loudly hissed report, bolts of orange iridescence slamming into the legs in rapid succession as well as into the gateway. Still, they gave not a millimeter, continuing to strike at his companion.
The second figure, however, seemed to have its own idea, taking a forceful step to the left and into the cone of an overhead halogen lamp. Almost immediately, the attacking limbs gave a sizzle and began to smoke, a haze of what resembled liquid shadows flowing up and against the ceiling while whatever sat at the other end of those legs roared with even more cacophony than before, trying to jerk its limbs back and out of the light.
The limbs released the suit of armor, retreating into the shadows of the portal, but nevertheless remained at its periphery, visibly plotting another strike within mere instants.
No dice.
The first suit of armor ceased fire and smashed the tip of its staff against the floor, shattering the crystal it held to pieces. Like a thousand shards of glass, the fragments sprawled all over the floor, and the same moment the otherworldly creature cried out with a vengeance, limbs twitching erratically as the portal collapsed in a burst of pure-white luminescence.
The whole spectacle had taken no more than three seconds.
Righting themselves once more, the armored duo only now seemed to realize there were indeed more people here than only the two of them - and though the first arrival had snapped the EMG back into its arm, and neither suit's eye slits contained anything resembling pupils (they were most likely just decorative), the phrase, "I hate Mondays." stood written quite clearly across both their faces...
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Baumton
'Boomtown' had been a desolate wasteland for some time now. With devastation having spread to other areas of Paragon City, the sector lay more barren than ever, and the aura of depression that hung heavy in the air did so with more gloom than it had ever before. Lifeless, motionless, the burned-out structures wept their tears in silence, the soil about them not having stirred in years.
All lay in silence.
Until today.
Dust and ash were the first to begin the migration, pattering softly across disfigured asphalt and blackened earth as the ground beneath began to jitter. Mere moments later, scores of pebbles and small debris joined the procession, and the tremors of the soil grew in leaps and bounds, quickly claiming enough power to move ever-larger objects. Piles of detritus collapsed in on themselves as their components joined the frightful parade, meandering aimlessly across empty streets in all directions.
Finally, the oppressive silence broke utterly, giving way to the same gale that had burst its way into Bastion. The winds swept across the land with primal force up here, greater by at least one order of magnitude, and yet another dark gate burst into being simultaneously with its subterranean counterpart, the massive spherical vortex rocking its surroundings with seismic tremors and thunderous cacophony alike.
From the maw of darkness rolled a monster of a vehicle, an armored beast easily larger than a city block, roughly resembling some twisted manner of interstellar ship that rested upon a quartet of ludicrously wide tank treads. Led by a horizontally wedged bow and carrying a multitude of armaments, the jet-black Dark Rover ground its way forward like a tidal wave, crushing whatever lay before it underneath the mammoth treads.
The vehicle had visibly been through much, pockmarked with the wounds of battle, dozens of holes and large gouges torn into its thick armor plating, accompanied by an uncountable number of smaller scars. One of its two dorsal hangar gates lay bent inward like a crater, and the dual cannons of its port forward artillery station - one turret of the quartet mounted atop the casing of each tread - had been sliced like fresh salami. Still, said turret had fared better than the starboard aft. That one had been torn off entirely.
Apparently without any sort of control or force to propel it, the massive mobile behemoth seemed slave to none but friction now, and although it slowed visibly with each passing second, the sheer magnitude of momentum contained within the metallic beast meant it would brake for none save something equally massive.
The skyscraper in its path would suffice.
In a climactic clash of titanic proportions, the Dark Rover gouged deeply into the side of the structure, which responded by coming down upon the offending vehicle in an equally rude and noisy collapse, half-burying the monster of metal beneath the rubble.
Finally, all lay silent once more...
((Can't find anything that looks exactly like it, but this comes pretty close. Not quite as large, though. Paint it with some imagination and you'll be fine. 
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"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Lou would soon find coordinates to a landing location as well as a visual aid appear on his monitor, with instructions to land there, unarmed.
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"Unarmed?" Lou growled. "What do they expect me to do, rip the Flak cannons off the hull?"
"Eh, I s'pose as long as we power everthing down cept the engines, we'll be okay," Zoot shrugged, settling on Lou's shoulder.
"Whatever," the large alien growled. However, before he could complain any further, a beeping from the console interrupted him. "Looks like disarming's gonna have to wait," he growled. "We got incoming. Small, probably a flyer."
The hovering ship spun around to face the approaching figure. A hum of machinery started as its energy shields sprung to life and weapons began powering up.
Gun shots echoed throughout the ruined Skyway office building, as a group of soldiers shot at the few remaining entrenched Council soldiers. The entrenched Council darted out from behind makehift cover, firing a few shots at the uniformed soldiers, before hiding again, and pair of Galaxy soldiers took potshots at the invading soldiers with nictus energy.
The non-Council soldiers stood head to toe in body armor, kevlar vests, high-impact plastics, and the like. The squad of six fired relentlessly at the Council troops, while a thin man stood behind the six-man squad, manipulating controls on a bracer he wore on his left arm.
The man also wore body armor, with a few pieces of a Vanguard uniform as well, a belt, gloves, boots, shoulders, and eye piece. He stood at 6"4", very tall and thin, and had a long black cape. He pressed a few controls on the bracer, which slid away under a Vanguard glove. The man reached into a Vanguard tactical belt around his waist, and pulled out a grenade, which he threw at the Council troops. They scattered, their cover blown to bits, and the soldiers quickly gunned them down. One of the soldiers was shot, lying on the ground, slowly bleeding. The thin man stood over him, surveying him from under the Vanguard mask. He withdrew a small syringe, injecting the soldier, who spasmed for a few seconds before falling silent. The thin man reached behind the dead soldier's head, pulling a small device the size of a thumbnail, off the back of his neck.
The remaining five soldiers all stepped down onto one knee as he walked by them, as though he were a monarch. He approached a Council soldier, pinned under a metal crate.
"Hold still," the man said, bending down to the Council trooper, "Struggle will get you nowhere."
The Council soldier spat at him, coughing a little blood, "You cannot stop us. The Council is eternal. Even if you kill us, others will take our place!"
The man shook his head, "You misunderstand my intentions. I spoke not of the Council, soldier..." He placed the device on the back of the neck of the Council soldier, whose body spasmed for a few seconds, before looking back up at the man who kneeled above him.
"Orders, sir?"
The man nodded, "Change your uniform. Replace it with the one on my....previous minion." He nodded to the other soldiers, "Get this crate off of him."
The thin man stepped outside the building, while his soldiers worked inside to their orders. He pulled out a small comm unit, opening a transmission feed to The Bastion.
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Flagstone's comm unit went ringing, and he picked it up, turning away from the scene that had just occured, "Flagstone here."
"General Mindbane, Flagstone. The outpost has been terminated. We will be en route, once we've recieved our...compensation."
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Flagstone nodded his head, "Good. Bring back anything else unusual you find. I'll alert the others to let them know you're coming. It'd be a shame if they tried to shoot you down."
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"That it would, sir. Mindbane, out."
General Mindbane's squad came out of the building, with the Council soldier now dressed in his new heavily armored uniform. He held out a small, balck piece of metal, "The Impervium, sir. It was coated in paint, an attempt to disguise it by my former comrades."
Mindbane smiled, as the other soldiers also held forth various bits of technological devices, "Wonderful. I will set up an intradimensional stream, and we will be back at Bastion in no time. Flagstone is altering his operatives."
He took the Impervium and the other devices, storing them in various pockets on his uniform. He kneeled down on the ground, placing a small, brownish-gold device on the ground, with colored LEDs that begun to blink, slowly increasing in speed.
"Transport formation!" He yelled, and his squad gathered around him, "T-minus 20 and counting!"
In a flash of light, the squad and the device disappeared from the streets of Skyway City.
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Flagstone ended the transmission, putting the comm unit away in his pocket. He turned towards the others gathered there, "We have an operative and his squad arriving soon, most likely via teleportation. Make sure you don't kill him when he arrives."
Marty Cross hung suspended upside down from the rafters, heavy loops of industrial chain bound his arms and legs. He had been undercover, acting on orders to infiltrate and eliminate a local Family drug ring. "Comeon guys you've had your fun, now let me down," He said with a lopsided smile at the warn out Underboss that stood infront of him.
They had been questioning him for the last few weeks, pulling out methods of torture from all over the globe (and even inventing a few). But all in all it came down to Marty being slapped around and the Underboss ending up with bloody knuckles.
"Tell us what we want to know Micky. We'll end it quick for you if you do," The Underboss said breathlessly. Micky was the name he had assumed to fit in better with the Family's ruffians. He had risen quickly through the ranks because of his healing abilities and wanton destruction.
"You know what my answer is gonna be, bud. No I don't have anything to say. . .wait. Can you bring me my Cross Guard from over there. I'll show you how you can find what you're looking for," Marty said with a coniving grin.
The Underboss motioned one of his men forward with the Armadillo style back armor. The Underboss jerked it away from his subordinate, put a hand in the middle of Marty's chest, and sent him rocking back and forth on the chain. The chain links bit deeply into his hands and arms, the blood began to flow freely down the links. Marty's smile lengthened.
The Underboss held the bit of armor infront of the scrapper's swinging face, "So how do I open it?"
"Easy, press the plate at the bottom," Marty began moving his arms from side to side, shaving away skin and loosening the chains a little.
"Like this?" The Underboss pressed the cleverly hidden switch at the same time Marty's hands came free. Using the pendulum motion of the chains, he swung forward just as two side panels opened on the armor and two long daggers shot into the air.
Marty laid a hand on each as he flipped over the Underboss's head. He hit the ground, flipping the daggers around to a position in which they would be easily used. Turning swiftly he brought one of the daggers to bear against the man's throat. "Mind given me my armor back? Or am I gonna haveta give ya a shave?" Marty said as the man's menions took a step forward.
"STOP! Idiots he'll slit my throat before you can take another step. Here, take it and leave," The Underboss said as he held the peice of armor to the side. The scrapper's left hand had almost closed over it when the bigger man's elbow connected with his sternum.
Marty's breath left his lungs as he gave a grunt. He fell backwards, the minions coming closer. He whipped his right hand out, flipping one of his daggers into the chest of one of the Underboss's hired muscle. The dagger gave a wet thump as it imbedded itself to the hilt.
He flipped off the ground, sinking one dagger into the other hired muscles shoulder as he retrieved his second dagger. As it pulled free he twisted, bringing the dagger into Shoulder Wounds stomach. He turned both the daggers at the same time and pulled them out.
He turned, bringing both daggers into an attack stance, "See that's the reason you can't keep" *BOOM*
The load of buckshot tore into his midsection as the Underboss hastily began to reload. Marty crashed to the ground, his blood making a pool around his prone form. "Tough Micky. I woulda let you go too," The Underboss said as he approached the form, bringing his gun to bear on the downed man's head.
Marty rolled, stabbing upwards with both knive. One found the man's abdomen, the other a place that was very much softer. Marty let the man fall to the floor. Without a second look he approached the crates that they had been sent to retrieve.
He pushed one of his daggers into the top and wrenched down using it as a makeshift crowbar. As the top came off he saw that the box was filled with canisters. All labeled Tombstone.
He quickly palmed one and went running out of the warehouse cursing to himself, as he pulled his old Police Ban out of his armor (He had taken it from the Underboss as he had ran out of the building). He flipped open the screen and sent a message to Flagstone. "Listen Flag, coming back to base. They had some very nasty stuff on them. Bringing a sample back. If it's what I think it is we may have trouble."
He reached the end of the block and enabled a makeshift mediporter, they didn't really work nowadays when they needed to but they could be used as a quick getaway. In twenty seconds he would be back in Bastion, and relative safety.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
"... it had been almost 9 years that the one known as Ghost Widow started to fade. Her link to this world was fading, Ghost Widow and Wretch shared a unbreakable link and when Wretch died she lost that link.
Lord Recluse did all he could to stop the fading but the only help he could do was find a successor. It was finnally time when that day that Ghost Widow could only watch in her shifted form that Recluse annointed his new lieutenant, a baby."
A room full of darkness and a uneasy cold stood in silence of the activity. From the back of the room was a young hero, its eyes in a blank stare holding a bundle wrapped in a blanket. The hero still wore its latex suit with a thunderbolt. Her name was Lighn'Bolt, and she was the slave to the baby. The baby had a full head of hair and glistening black eyes. Veins of green pulsed through its pale skin.
"Get me Arbiter Tamesis, tell him I had a fortune." The shrill quite voice was kind yet commanding. It loved silence for he could rest he was a baby. "O my little pawn you have served me so well since I captured you." The hero moved its head fighting every command it was given, a twisted forced smile appeared on the hero and a trembling finger came to pet the baby's cheek.
"I'm gonna tell you what you wanted to know little hero, the thing that got you in this place. You wanted to know who the new hand of Daddy Recluse was? You also wanted to see what I was capable off?" the baby smiled and its eyes rolled into the shadows. From the shadows shuffled in five other heroes each with a blank stare.
"You all perplex me, I can't find what I want from you. Its all so hidden and guarded, but I know its there. Where do you hide your friends, if you don't tell me I will kill them."
The hero broke out of the blank stare and started to wrath and shouted, "you damn thing, once Physce or Boralsis finds you they will tear you apart!"
"Wrong answer..." One of the heroes broke out of the gaze and screamed as it was lifted into the air and squeezed. "Tell me..."
A bing of noise and the all the heroes went back into the stare. "Cry, Arbiter Tamesis is here to see you. Shall I send him in?"
A cracked voice of the baby whispered. "Yes, send him in." Cry raised its hand and several lights came on and a chair swept forward, the hyptonized hero moved forward into the light holding the baby still petting its cheek.
((Whoops. I missed so much. x_X))
She nodded, smiling a little. "Hungry? Of course. I just hope you've got enough to feed me without starving everybody else." That last bit was meant as a joke, of course, but she did seem like she could eat an awful lot.
"So...Exactly how safe is this place?" she looked a bit cautious, having gone to several 'safe' places before, only to end up as one of few survivors as the other secret bases were crushed. She still never really relaxed her guard entirely, even with the few old friends of hers that were still alive.
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I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
That's when a blazing ball of fire rushed past Marty's head, crashing into a nearby building, exploding, and causing the entire structure to collapse.
"MONSTER! MONSTER! I'LL KILL YOU! YOU'LL DIE! GET OUT OF MY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAD!"
The thrower of the fireball looked to be a relatively normal Freak Chopper. The only immediate visual difference being that both his arms were ablaze, his eyes were black pits, and no Freakshow moved THAT fast...
Because the Chopper had just closed the fifty yard distance between him and Marty and was literally spitting fire and throwing burning liquid at him.
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"Why did you call us back? It's too early for the next batch." The Ink man to the right scowled.
The figure in the darkness spoke. "It's getting too risky to directly do business for you. All it takes is for one of you or your assistants to be captured and Pantheon Studio's location will be revealed, sooner or later. Most likely sooner. From now on, shipments of Tomb Stone, Grave Mist, and Ghost Essence will be made via instantaneous transportation."
"And how do you expect us to handle THAT?" The Ink man on the left asked in a frustrated voice. "We use MAGIC. We do use some technology for our things such as rage, (which you are putting out FAST, by the way) but nothing on the scale of teleportation."
"Then you'll be glad to hear that Pantheon Studios is willing to help you there." Said the dry voice of the shadowy figure. He waved at something behind him.
There was a series of heavy metalic footsteps.
"Construct extends greetings." Said an artificial and monotone voice. "Construct shall accompany you to your main base of operations and establish a secure and exclusive teleportation network."
"What he said." The dark figure said. "Very self explanatory."
"A teleportation system?" The Ink man on the right hissed. "That might have been useful twenty years ago. Now without active mediporters and teleport systems, any incoming or outgoing teleports will light up our base like a beacon."
"And what would stop the teleport system from being hijacked?" The Ink man on the left asked.
"Construct offers its assurance that tracing or identifying the signs of teleportation will be difficult. Construct also ensures business partners that the teleport network in question will be purely bulk. Construct states that organics cannot be transmitted."
"What he said." The dark figure said once more. Was there a trace of annoyance in his voice?
The Ink men gave the newcomer a good look-over.
".....Very well." The Ink man on the right said.
"That concludes our business here for today, and all days after today." The dry voice of the dark figure said. "You may go."
((Bah, there I try to take a new spin on thread entry, and people just ignore me. 
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((I thought it was pretty epic. :3
Also, Project, are you referring to Jake's partner, Arbiter Tamesis, or is that just an unfortunate collision of names?))
((Jakes partner, i dont wanna be alone 
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((Ah, in that case...))
Arbiter Tamesis had been about halfway from his office to the soldiers' barracks when a beeping sounded on his display helmet, followed by a short string of text that read "Lt. Cry wishes to see you. Reason given: Had a fortune."
"Cripes..." He muttered, turning back around in the direction of his office. "It had to be Cry, didn't it?" Her((?)) office happened to be halway across the base, at least a ten minute walk. Knowing this, Tamesis tapped a button on the side of his helmet.
"Hey Jake, gimme about twenty extra minutes on that meeting, kay?"
"... Why...?" He was clearly annoyed, after all, having your helmet go off in your face twice within half a minute would get on your nerves.
"Lieutenant Cry wants to see me. Something about a fortune. Naturally, I can't avoid it. Mind rounding up the soldiers for me?"
Jake only sighed in response.
"It's not my fault..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Alright, but you better be at the front gate by..." He adjusted his eyes so that they would focus on the upper left hand corner of his display. "Six, otherwise, I'm going without you."
Tamesis inhaled as if about to respond before being cut off yet again by Jake.
"With reprimend, of course."
"Damn. Alright, thanks Jake. Over and out."
Over the course of this conversation, Tamesis had already found his way to the entrance of Lieutenant Cry's office and had been escorted in within the minute.
He stepped in, the ever present clang of his boots dissapearing almost immediately as it was oddly stifled by Cry's flooring.
"Lieutenant Cry, a pleasure." This was formally stated, lest Tamesis be showing disrespect to the Arachnos higher-up.
"I believe you called me in here regarding a fortune of some sort?"
The skin on his left shoulder and the left side of his face blackened as the firball narrowly missed Marty. He gave a hiss as he sharply inhaled, the wounds healing seamlessly. He slipped the impromptu teleportcard into a panel of his Cross Guard as he turned to glare at the Freak(?)
"Listen bud, I don't know what the hell you are. But I can make sure nobody ever finds out," Marty said as he flicked one of his daggers at the flamers head, it flipped end over end aimed at his left eye. The scrapper ducked behind the corner of the building. "Twenty seconds. Nineteen seconds. Why do these damn things take so long to work. Seventeen seconds," Marty thaught as he slowly counted down the seconds till the teleport card worked. . .hopefully.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
"Well, well, if it isn't the dragon girl everyone's been talking about," said Monarch, fixated on the girl. "It would be an honor if you would let me take some x-rays, or if you aren't comfortable with that, tell me about your anatomy," Monarch said, utter desire in his eyes.
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"As fun as this is," Fenrir said, making his way away from the slowly descending ship," I must be going." He then saw an explosion, and as normal as it was, this one was different. It seemed to be caused by another villain, or hero...Well now was no time to speculate, he had to go figure out what just happened. He then proceeded to leap in the air, and he was off.
((Cry's sex is of irrelevance, though it perfers he))
A little finger waved and the hero unwrapped some of the blanket letting the baby's head tilt to the side to look at the Arbiter. "Go ahead with your mission as planned Arbiter. Though I suggest you stay back from the group." The baby giggled and a rattler spun right across the Arbiter's head toward the baby who grabbed it gingerly.
"I will watch as the events unfold. Between us, I felt a little stir in the pool of fate it could... benefit both of us or it can benefit Daddy." The baby now pushed itself out of the blanket and yawned looking at Tamesis.
"Go on... we will find this..." The baby smiled feeling a drop of sweat from the hero holding him, he had finnaly broken through. "...this Bastion of heroes. The confrontation will be a foothold for Arachnos." The hero started to wrap the baby up and stepped back into the shadows the light dimming, a silent ding and then a melodic tone started of a lullaby as Cry went to sleep to dwell in others dreams.
((This is way, way too good to pass up.))
"Okay, Frenzk. I showed up. What do you want from me."
"You seem a bit short, Captain Ross. Something on your mind?"
"The fact that you had me come alone?"
"Oh, don't think twice of it. I just had to make sure that this didn't get out. It's rather hush-hush, you know."
"Okay. Well. What is it."
"I assume you know of Lieutenant Cry, of Arachnos."
"I already see where this is going, and I don't like it at all."
"Come now, Ross. It's fighting a baby."
"Yeah, a baby that's smart enough to be the new Ghost Widow."
"This in no way changes the fact that it's a baby. We'll pay you two million."
"Three."
"I'm not made of money, my boy."
"Three."
"Three?"
"...three."
"Well then, Three it is."
"I don't trust you."
"You have no reason not to trust me my boy; Just look at the track record."
"...Hmh."
"I trust you'll complete the job or die attempting it, as usual?"
"It dies or we all die."
"That's admirable dedication, Captain."
"Yeah, well, I'm a dedicated guy."
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Arachnos radar detected something small, almost invisible.
"Looks like some birds." A Wolf Spider commented as he watched the screen.
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Cry and the Arbiter began to hear the hum of an engine outside.
It grew louder, and louder, and louder.
And then, floating outside the window, was a Sky Skiff and nigh twenty other flying Raiders.
"Waste them." Ross commanded from the loudspeakers on his skiff.
A huge spray of automatic fire blew out the windows and covered the room in smoke.
So much for a nap.
((There goes the neighborhood. . .but I guess it isn't a party until Sov shows up. Welcome aboard mate. Juice and crackers are in the back.))
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((CRACKEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS
NOM NOM NOM))
((For now, let's just call it a 'Tomb Freak.'
The knife Marty had thrown lay as a molten pile of slag back on the street.
"YOU WON'T KILL ME MONSTER! I'M YOUR BETTER! I'LL CLENSE THE WORLD OF YOUR KIND! YOU'LL CEASE TO HAUNT MY OR ANYONE ELSES' DREAMS! DIE!" The Tomb Freak roared, zipping around the corner at unbelievable speed. The Freak raised an arm...
And a fire sword materialized. A Greater Fire sword than normal appeared in the Freak's hand, like a giant elongated spear, and it descended upon Marty with lightning speed.
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"Master Tub Ci. You called for me?" The Death's Head enforcer asked smoothly.
As smoothly as he possibly could. When he was surrounded by over 30 of the Arch-Villain's personal guard. And as smoothly as he possibly could, because he noticed that Tub Ci was staring at a point in space somewhere around the enforcer's right ear. Like there was something standing right behind him that only Tub Ci could see.
"Yes..." The Arch-villain whispered. "These new drugs...Are bigger than anything I have imagined...We must spread them and their influence." His eyes suddenly snapped onto the Death's Head's eyes. "Go to the Arachnos main base. Bring a small group with you, request an audiance with whoever is currently in charge. I want Tombstone, Grave Mist, and Ghost Essence available for purchase by villains from their contacts and standard vendors."
"Very wise master Tub Ci." The Death's Head said, barely recovering from stuttering.
Tub Ci's eyes were black pits...
He left the room a few minutes later, slightly disturbed. Tub Ci spent the next five minutes staring at random areas of the ceiling.
"Bring me more." He said suddenly.
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"Construct will require some time to establish bulk teleporter apparatus, and a few more to establish a secure network. Construct estimates that it shall require six hours to work. Construct will need five effecient assistants. Construct requests you aquire these assistants."
The Ink man hated how that thing kept referring to itself in that manner. And the thing was too PRECISE. All of its movements were flawless and perfectly cordinated. That was to be expected, but still...
He set off to get some assistants. Good ones, at that. He didn't want that automaton or whatever the hell it was around any longer than necessary.
A second after the Sky Raider team made mince meat out of the windows a three foot long oblong container came sailing into the room from where it had deployed off the Sky Skiff. Unfolding as soon as it hit the ground, the container revealed itself to be a Sky Raider assault jump bot.
"Hell to the yeah to the [censored] stealth system!" announced the jump bot as twin electric blades projected from each wrist. "Can't see what can't be unseen! Hoo yah, baby cakes!"
Crouching low, the aqua blue colored jump bot aimed at Cry's holder and then dashed forward in a superspeeded blur. The bot took a classic anime samurai action pose as he blurred into existence several feet beyond the woman and then waited dramatically for her to explode into blood and gore like what usually happened.
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.
Marty grunted, his eyes filled with tears as the firey lace stabbed into him just below his sternum. His eyes became bloodshot as his teeth ground together in rage. He forced himself up the almost solid fire weapon. He brought his second dagger up and then brought it down towards the Freaks exposed jugular.
Ten seconds. Nine seconds. Hurry the hell up.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((Alright, this is getting weird. Build, Dragonistc, TH3OR3M, why are yalls ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? 
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"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Yes! Your name is too cool))
Caleb had dodged to the side and rolled behind some forgotten crate as the two armored figures appeared. He felt his suit powerup from the influx of adrenaline into his system.
"I don't know who the hell you two think you are but ju got some splainin to do. And make it quick, you got about three seconds before I pull a Psycho 13," Caleb said as he ground his knuckles together.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
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((Bah, there I try to take a new spin on thread entry, and people just ignore me. ))
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(( I wll nibble on this one this sounds kinda intersting ))
The lone female figure watched as the behemoth of a tank trundled toward the building that she was perched on in Boomtown. Her midnight blue and silver suit creaked somewhat as she stood up to reveal a cape of the same color split in two with shooting star symbol, a gold belt and gold epaulets holding the cape completed her outfit. She watched the bruised and battered machine trundle towards the building crushing everything underneath it that was unlucky enough to be in its way. She could hear the screaming of rusting steal girders as the machines bulk snapped them like dry twigs. The faint vibrating growing stronger as the machine neared the building.
Emmy have you ever seen anything like it
No Jenny I have not it is like nothing that I have seen before and do not have recollection of ever seeing anything like it. It looks pretty well beat up as if it has gone through a titanic battle
Yes that it has Emmy. Though it doesnt look like anything the military has I wonder what it could be?
The building was trembling now as if it was going through an earthquake as bits and pieces of it began to fall to the ground. The behemoth of a tank finally smashed into the building that she was on after what seemed like an eternity. A bluish white light began to emanate from her eyes and trail back behind her like tendrils of smoke. As the roof of the building that she had been standing on fell away from her as she stood there in the air hovering. The caped Female started to descend as the smoke form the collapsed building began to clear away leaving only a pile of rubble on top of the now immobile machine.
Well Emmy lets just go down there and find out what it is
"Actually," said Monarch in a matter-of-fact tone," I did here something about Marty, but it was brief, and it was around three weeks ago." "He had gotten caught up in some sort of major drug operation, but was still safe, unfortunately that's all I heard," the Doc said solemnly. "Well you must be Mr. Wolffe, the one I've been hearing so much about." "It's been said your ferocity and zeal has one us heroes many a victory," he said on a lighter note. "Please, do tell."