((Yes, I'd still like to know who the official 'leader' of this base is.))
((I'd like to request nobody really says Striga is a wasteland, atm, that's all though.))
((There is no leader of the Fortress. Maybe a doorman NPC to answer questions, but officially it will be a conglomerate of villain groups. They agreed to let anyone in to encourage people to join their side because the heroes are in the way of all of them. It is the temptation to the dark side. If you really want, Crey seems most capable of creating a hotel-like setting. But all villains are allowed in and I'm sure recruitment posters line the walls with plenty of shady dealings and backstabbery between all the villains is plentiful.))
((Yar. How 'open' are Flagstaff and Bastion's staff as NPCs? As in, is it expected that they be written for most of the time? If not, I guess I'm waiting for your reply with them. 
Furthermore, is Bastion the name of the safehouse, or is Bastion a type of hideaway humans around 2029 use? That'd definitely clear up the 'the' confusion in front of it for me.
Finally, I suggest Striga be the Fortress. Volcanoes always make great evil bases - and they're nice and comfy too. 
))
"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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((I would suggest Sirens Call for the Villain base, provides quick and easy transport between the isles and Paragon.))
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
((Yeah, please leave Striga out of your plans for now, if that'd be cool.))
((The Bastion is the name. So is The Fortress. Flagstone is an NPC, so you can write for him. I think someone replied to your post though, so I held off.
The point of the NPC's is for people to doddle up to them, say, "I join you, let me in."
NPC then says, "M'kay. Help yourself to the fridge," then let them in and get them to the interacting of the player characters.
But please not word for word.
You can be a student, just recruited into either place as well.
The other option is to meet player characters when they are outside, doddling around the post-apocolyptic playground.
This way you can be a hero, villain, student, teacher, or a survivor/scrounger, or something entirely different.))
((Written with Averick))
Point Blank rounded a corner ready to lay down a stream of lead into someone. Instead he was greeted by a small flame clinging to some wallpaper.
"Stupid thermal vision," he muttered to himself.
There were still noises though so he took a step closer to the people in the building. The floor must have been hollowed out by an older fire, because his first step sent him crashing through several floors and landing in a basement.
"Son of a [censored]."
He hurt his wrist and ribs, but his gun was okay. Groaning, he hoisted himself up. It wasn't a basement. It was a fortress that had a several large holes in the roof. A cloud of dust from his fall became a fog.
The skeletal remains of heroes were strewn about. None of them had technology worth taking.
From the darkness of an unexplored alcove, a single red light came on. A voice, obviously digital reverberated through the chamber. "En en enter, please enter your voice identification for command verification."
Point took a firing stance and readied some attack drones as the machine stepped out of the shadow and debris. Half expecting a large, killer robot, he was surprised to see a man sized droid, in green and black camo bearing an army insignia that he'd never seen before. "Please enter your voice identification, for command verification, hero." The droid restated its request. It had armor, but not heavy armor, all over it. It carried no weapons that were obvious, but being a droid, it didn't have to. It also didn't show up on thermal at all.
He lowered his rifle, but kept his finger on the trigger. He took a few steps closer to it, "What the hell?"
"Voice not recognized." M-113 scanned Point Blank for identificaion. "Please state name, rank and unit. If not military, please say 'civilian'."
It obviously needed something from him before he could get answers, "Point Blank. Civilian... Who are you?"
This was making him nervous. Was there a wrong answer?
((I can't move until we have a set location for the base. Take your time though. ))
((Siren's Call it is then. Between posts and pm's you guys have me moving a mile a minute here. Eating dinner now. That screeching sound is your questions coming to a halt. Heh heh.))
"I am the M-113 combat transportation and medical droid. My scan has revealed your injuries are not life threatening." A solid beam of green light emanated from M's hand, causing Point's wrist and side to glow slightly as he healed the damage. "I must return to Firebase Zulu at once with news of our mission. Do you require assistance?"
M-113 stepped forward and looked up toward the hole that Point fell through. "I am capable of transporting us out of this hole. Would you like to leave?"
((Close Squad is the lead scavenger/tactical assualt and infiltration team of Bastion. Both my chars are in it. I want to keep the total number of people around eight with a few reserves. Feel free to drop a toon in it or ask to join.))
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
(( I'll join in on Monarch, he needs some combat in this RP.))
((I'll join in, because there's not much else to do with Dragon.))
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
((Ask Marty or Justice once everything cools down, and we all get acquainted.))
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
OOC: >_> Damn it Soviet, stop using my real name. I like anonymity and people don't recognize me as that name.
BIC: "Hey! No fair!" shouted the jump bot as it was hurled through the air. "I am totally alive as long as you ignore the metal bits and the lack of blood and gore!"
Hitting the ground and skidding a couple of feet on both hands and feet, the jump bot bounced off the wall and tumbled forward, hopping back to its feet in a quick motion.
"What the hell man? I am totally supposed to be faster than thought and cut people before they even know I cut em! Do you know how cool that stuff is?" whined the jump bot, speaking so quickly that the words almost stumbled over one another getting out of its vocoder.
A yellow glow suffused the jump bot's feet and the android's arms started randomly darting back and forth, leaving behind little afterimages. The same two swords appeared again, generating out from its wrists and arching over the back of both hands. The blades extended a good two feet past each hand.
"The fury of ARC shall not be denied!" shouted the jump bot with a sudden fake Japanese accent and a clash of music from a pair of stereos built into each shoulder plate. "Blinding Electric Slash of the Dancing Hurricane! WUAH!"
Dashing forward at Cry, ARC expertly (and with the assistance of its superspeed) swerved past the three heroes and got up right next to the baby. The jump bot then started spinning around in wild gyrations that looked a lot like break dancing. Except break dancing usually didn't include flashing electric blades that lashed out at everything around it.
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 Tomb Freak screamed bloody murder, ripping the molten piece of slag off his neck. He kept on screaming after that anyway, roaring on and on for a full eight minutes about monsters and demons and nightmares, all the while blasting everything around him with explosive power.
Then something clicked.
The streams of fire and explosive force the Tomb Freak was currently eminating sputtered out. His pit-black eyes slowly faded back to their normal hazel color, and the fire on his arms went out, leaving only smoke trails behind.
The Freak, now normal again, stood perfectly still, as if he was paralyzed. He didn't move a muscle for almost a minute.
Then he blinked. Twice.
"[censored] wierd nightmare..." He muttered, straightening himself. "Where the hell am..." Then the Freak noticed his obliterated and char broiled surroundings.
His mouth formed a perfect O.
Little did he know that three dozen other people in the city were still rampaging around in almost the same state he had been in. (Three of which happened to be heroes.) He had taken three Tombstone pills, and had been in a ballistic state for a full half hour. Many of the other users had taken much more than he.
It would be interesting to find out what would happen should the entire villain, hero, and various population be given full access to these new drugs.
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A small tub boat slowly pulled up to the shoreline of Randall's Ruins. Several Ink men leapt off and quickly established a small perimeter.
Three Death's Heads emerged from the tub boat after a few minutes. They were followed by several Dragon enforcers, hefting at least ten green, unmarked reinforced nalgene crates.
The group of Tsoo-and their Cargo-Headed for the nearby ridge. And when they reached the top, they saw the villain base...
((A visual discription would be nice here, if possible.))
Cry was getting agitated, the blades were pouncing off a field of energy, then one broke through. Like the process of cutting a diamond a scratch was made as Cry made a grimace and then a tear fell down his eye.
One of his eyes focused on the bot, a ripple like a stone falling in a lake moved across the eye. "Die!" The ground shattered in a cone of metal and kinetic force sending the jump bot out of the hole in the window to the Arachnos training grounds below. Cry blinked and a switch somewhere in the building activated
"Villain Proving Grounds, level 49. All personal clear the area..." Cry now lifted his hands and the invisible force behind him soon followed like a puppet. He formed a angry face and ran forward in place floating in the air. The ground crumbled underneath forming footprints that ran forward. The enslaved heroes returned to their stances and started to attack the Sky Raider group.
"I shall make you all my caretakers."
The healing beam made his wrist and ribs burn a little, but it was a good burn. He rubbed them to make sure they were alright.
"Firebase Zulu? Mission?"
Point Blank looked around at the skeletal remains again. The thick layer of undisturbed dust.
"I'll take a free ride, but... M-113," he wasn't sure how to put it, "What and when was your mission and what is today's date?"
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"Well," she said, "I'm just who the license says. Dragonistic, mutant pyrokinetic, security level 50. My real name doesn't matter any more. As to how I got here...Well, it wasn't easy to find out about this place. I had to do a lot of digging with the few of my contacts who're still alive."
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"Good. It wouldn't be here long if it were easy."
Wolffe watched Dragonistic eat her food with enthusiasm. He was markedly older than his days when Paragon City was still around, but was still sturdy. He wasn't as fast or enduring though.
He looked like he wanted to say more, but he held back, "Anyway, you can take any room you want. If it's empty you can program a code into a keypad to get in. They're through that door and down the hall," he pointed, "If you have any questions I am in 110 and anyone around should be able to help. I hope we're as comfortable as your last place."
If Arbiter Tamesis had lips at this point in time, they would have been in a very cocky smirk. Aftering being flipped backwards through the air, Tamesis again teleported next to the Sky Raider's Sky Skiff, this time within his repulsion field. He had ignored the missiles altogether, deciding he'd get to them when they decided to come rocketing back to him.
"Again," The dry raspy voice stated. "Now you're screwed!"
He wanted to get their leader out of the way quickly, hoping that doing so would break the Raiders' morale. In the pursuit of this goal, Tamesis had come to the conclusion of cutting out the middle man entirely, this time going straight for the [censored]-pit. A darkened flaming fist rose above his head, and headed at a frighteningly quick pace toward the pilot's head. It would appear as nothing more than a dark streak before the man's head was melted and crushed simultaneously.
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At about the time Arbiter Tamesis was raining darkened terror on the Sky Raider Captain, a heavily modified Assault Bot literally rocketed down from the sky, going an excess of eighty miles an hour. A lone laser eye provided the sight for the unit, but it seemed to have an unusual hint of intelligence, something that, admittedly, didn't seem to be uncommon for machines in this day and age.
In any case, the machine landed with a large, weighted, elbow on the head of a small, poorly defended, head. The unfortunate soul would be caught completely off guard, and would most likely die on contact, if not from the shock, then from his skull being reduced to a two dimmensional object. The machine landed with on the ground with a loud slam, kicking up dust and debris in the process, and nearly destroying the already weakened ground.
"Appropriate Remark Found: File Directory, Cocky Gloating: Suck it [censored]-es!" The monotone voice seemed somehow full of emotion as its companions followed shortly afterward, forming a V formation behind it.
"Response To Gloating: Get over yourself, we have a job." Another monotone voice, this time belonging to a modified Protector, stated.
"Now now, kids, stop fighting." Jake dropped in from the same location as the others, holding a closed fist in the direction of a random Sky Raider.
"Like N0-013 said, we have a job."
A concentrated stream of plasma shot at the head of said Sky Raider, several degrees hotter than the sun, and with enough penetrating force to rival that of a rail gun on steroids.
((Whoops sorry Khell.))
The Sky Raider Jake had targeted flung himself backwards in an incredible aerial dodge. They were sky raiders after all, and it would take a lot more than a plasma blast to put them away. After flipping around, the soldier used the momentum to blast towards Jake, his machete drawn, already swinging. The other Raiders once again let the heroes know that they had trained to deal with their kind. Although they were down to about ten Raiders from the original twenty at this point, the last ten were fighting with utter zealotry, fueled by their hatred of all metahumans. One of the enslaved heroes charged a Sky Raider Officer only to be completely impaled on a machete and then decapitated by a second, the merciless Raiders flying a graceful dance of death through the air.
As the Arbiter flung his fists at the cockpit, they suddenly bounced back with rather significant force. There was some sort of force field inside the cockpit.
"You are absolutely the dumbest Arbiter I have ever seen in my life." Ross bluntly stated through the loudspeakers. Without warning, a Porter appeared on the Arbiter's back with a zapping noise, dragging him down The chainguns on the side of the Skiff immediately began to whir in anticipation even as the Porter desperately slashed with his Machete.
((Wilco. With you describing him as having a paranoid militaristic personality and all, I wasn't quite sure where he'd draw the line 
))
The duo of armored suits turned partially to one another in befuddlement; and not just for one reason. The first was of course Dr. Monarch's sudden overflow of energy. Justice and Marty's sudden shift of demeanor, not to mention immediate and trusting approach, became the second, and the third had to be the savagely scowling Flagstone, the man's harsh features seeming even more prominent as the aged man turned back to the entryway with a mumble of, "Bloody portal hoppers."
The simultaneous disengagement of the Bastion's automatic weaponry was the fourth and final source, as the two had already expected the things to start blazing as the stern man opted not to bother with them further.
"Technically, no." the left-hand figure gave answer, looking upon the extended hand with great uncertainty for a few moments before getting the idea, "Dark gates do involve n-dimensional principles to cross between worlds, though."
Very gradually, the armored fingers of a hand a good bit larger than Marty's own curled about the said appendage during this sentence - only to be interrupted by the arm of its comrade.
"You'll crush his bones." the right-hand figure protested, albeit in a calm manner, the demeanor almost educational to his companion, who immediately ceased the motion, pulling the hand back once more.
"Pardon my negligence." the armored figure apologized to Cross, the suit once more giving a pair of pneumatic echoes as its occupant commanded a step backward to give himself some space to disembark.
With a few clicks and clacks, the battered panels of armor that formed the front of the suit dislodged and retreated into their storage compartments, many of which in turn performed the same procedure, creating the optical illusion that the panels folded in upon one another, occupying space where there should have been matter.
The process took no more than a second, although a small number of panels remained where they were, the damage plainly visible apparently having been too much for the retraction system. Still, this did not stop the three large, clawed toes of a digitigrade foot from setting themselves upon the ground ahead of the armorsuit, followed shortly by the occupant's second.
At first glance, said occupant may have born resemblance to Dragonistic. Standing nearly two point eight meters tall, a layer of alizarin-red scales covered most of the dragon-like creature. Unlike the mutant woman, however, this being had clearly not a shred of humanity, and utterly no relation to members of the species. While the rule of 'two arms, two legs' applied, this was already where any sort of 'humanoid' definition ended.
The head beneath the armor hadn't changed much, only seeming to gain a number of spikes and a maw of sharp, carnivorous teeth, the tips of which were clearly visible behind the reptilian lips of the draconian visage. The spikes, on the other hand, lay mostly toward the back and sides of the head, curving slightly outward from the hind edges of his cheekbones. They became progressively larger from lower to upper, each row of the four, nearly finger-long spikes topped by an even larger example, thick enough to be called a horn. The two jutted mostly rearward, but also curved up ever so slightly, fitting the term quite well indeed.
The ridges of bone that sat above the creature's eyes held such spines as well - although these weren't nearly as massive as the horns, and even thinner than the examples that curved from the rear of the cheeks. Each row contained three of them, and though clearly rigid, these almost bore the appearance of additional sensory organs.
The pair of spines protruding from the forward portion atop the skull, however, were decidedly not. Short, thick, and decidedly sharp, they still didn't approach the two horns, but could likely be used to impale anything that offended their owner quite easily - as could the single spikes that jutted from elbows and heels, not to mention the procession of the same toothlike spines that ran from the base of the neck, down the back, and almost the complete distance of the clearly reptilian tail.
And this fifth appendage wasn't short or thin by any means. The being's tail held respectable mass, although it didn't quite come close to the rather athletic arms, let alone the creature's large leg muscles - combined with the digitigrade feet, clearly designed for leaping.
The torso melded seamlessly into all this, plates of auburn keratin forming an organic layer of armor over the pectoral and abdominal areas, extending a good ways down the tails bottom portion, the rest of the athletic body covered by the alizarin-red, finely interlocking scales of the tight-spanned hide.
A pair of slate gray tactical straps lay crosswise over the being's chest, apparently having the sole purpose of holding fast the large, finely wrought sword on his back. Aside from this and two pairs of guards that protected his shins and lower arms, the creature didn't seem to be wearing anything. It had already been cramped enough inside that suit of armor, not to mention that with his people being of reptilian descent, on his world such fashion was perfectly normal.
"Field Commander Groul," he grasped Marty's hand within his own, the large clawed finger still somewhat eclipsing the human's small palm. Groul didn't seem to notice, however, motioning at his associate with his other hand, "and Specialist Danger. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now then, you called this location 'Bastion'. Could you elaborate? I'm afraid we're somewhat lost. Furthermore, you mentioned..."
A loud, gurgling growl from the towering being's abdomen quite suddenly interrupted the conversation, cutting the Field Commander's sentence short. With a silent glance at his stomach, Groul's scales grew just a bit redder while the still-armored Danger chuckled in an evil and sinister manner...
"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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Cry heard the door to his office open and saw a troop of Bane Spiders run in. They encircled Cry and a hologram projected that of Black Scorpion. "Lt. Cry, your alive. Sorry about this attack but they had the codes and clearance."
Cry lifted his head to look at the hologram. "Get me a Widow to hold me, I trust we will speak with Daddy about this you buffoon. Just kill those sky raiders, if I have to resort to the eye there might be causalities in the base." He felt the hands of a Night Widow and the warmth of a blanket as it picked him up from the air into her arms.
"I want to go out, I won't be able to sleep this week for sure." The door closed and Cry sent a mental image to Tamesis. *A hero placed a flamethrower into the box full of amunition, there were four of them in total each with a badge. The image zooms in on one of the badges "Point Blank" Cry knew the image was rather old, about a week or two but the ammunition was a new place and where the string began it led back to the spool.
Marty laughed as he pulled his hand from the saurian's hand. He lazily popped one of his knuckles back in place. These guys pack a little muscle. He thought as he motioned toward the hallway leading to the cafeteria.
"This way mates. Grub's always on supply in the cafe thanks to the scavenger teams. I'm guessing you guys eat meat? and loads of it by the look. We got the hook up. Justice, show a little curtesy to our guests and quit hiding behind that crate!" Marty stated as he began walking down the halway.
Justice stood and quickly followed, his blue mask hiding the shade of red his face had turned. It sucks when people get onto him, especially Marty. The way the dagger user pranced around in his padded leather pants, old style greaves, gauntlets, Armadillo armor and little else always made Caleb seem foolish in his brightly colored suit.
In the cafeteria Dragonistic and Wolffe sat at a table talking as Marty motioned toward one of the large walk-in freezers. "Don't be shy mates, eat your fill," was the only thing he said as he made him a cup of coffee and the two scrappers sat at one of the stainless steel tables.
((Marty's armadillo armor looks like the spine protectors from the Roller Ball remake. The only difference is that it is larger covering most of his 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
((Clarification has been requested.
The main villain base, The Fortress, will not be just Arachnos. It will be for all villains as they are all sort of on the same side... for now. Think of it as a luxurious apartment designed to lure people to their side with it's many ammenities. As for location... none has been chosen yet. I suggest somewhere other than Steel Canyon, so heroes and villains don't bump into each other constantly.
Arachnos bases are still allowed of course. Each villain group has its own plans. Its just that the fortress is there so villains from other organizations, or their own can interact.
As for other zones, Talos has been converted into a techno-dystopia. Corporations and militaries rule with an iron fist. I like to think of something like the Judge Dredd or Blade Runner universe. But more confined. It could certainly be there.
Founders Falls' is a glassy crater with little, if any buildings remaining on the outskirts. Eden is an overgrown jungle. No one has written about any other zones being much different looking than Boomtown yet.
Just remember that all villain organizations are still present.
Any other questions?))