((OOC - Soooo joining in! Have some disposal heroes & villains to throw in, and a few main characters to hop in on the action. I'm going to mainly be running this one, though:
Villain:
Dr. Mechan (Tech MM: Robotics/Force Field)
Now, can I just go ahead and jump in on the action or should I introduce him? How 'bout ... both.))
The cybernetic being sat, silent, impatiently awaiting for the trucks to stop. His gun-metal grey face didn't reflect any light what-so-ever, and his blued pulse rifle rested between his knees.
Finally, the truck came to a stop. There was some mention of guards ... -Heh, whatever.- the calculated thought was processed and discarded. Sheathing the rifle in an automatic compartment on his back, he brought his robotic left arm up, the mechanized claw-hand attached to it flexing out. Then, he brought up his right arm, an exact replica of the left arm, and began tapping at a wrist-pad with surprising accuracy and speed.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, Dr. Mechan was accessing a remote mainframe, housed in a warehousing facility in another country. From there, the factory produced six drones with exacting speed and precision -
Mechanoid, Battle Drone class.
Mechaloid, Battle Drone upgrade 2.
Mechazoid, Battle Drone upgrade 3. (Collectively known as the Warbots from here on out.)
Fixer, Protector Series Drone
Functionary, Protector Series upgrade 2.
Breaker, Assault Bot.
As each drone was completed, their bodies collapsing into easily transportable containers (they actually transform into these containers, not put into any containers) they were teleported on-site, ready to receive further commands.
Dr. Mechan stepped out of the truck, his robotic, clawed feet ripping up the concrete, tapping into the pad once more upon arrival of his army. -Shoot to kill & maim- for the Drones, -Bubbles up & blast support- for the Protectors, and -Destroy- for the Assault bot.
While the Protectors began their shielding operations, Mechan popped up his own shields on the Breaker.
This is Dr. Mechan - all preparations are complete. Guards are already being dealt with by the Warbots. Their only targets are flesh and blood do-gooders.
Dr. Mechan tapped into the pad one more time - this time, commanding Breaker to destroy only non-tech/non-magical stuff such as walls and furniture. Breaker's entrance brought the outside wall down upon several guards standing around on the inside of the building, while the Protectors marched in behind the massive construct.
"Ok, boys, easy on the civilian casualties this time, try to take out only security forces and cops. Command: Engage anything that gets in the way with non-lethal force first. If it remains in your way, destroy it." The flat, monotone, computerized voice of Dr. Mechan echoed throughout the lobby of the building, sending chills down the spines of all the civilians, and rattling the nerves of even the most senior of security personnel.
OOC:
Whatever works for you, you could either be there by coincidence or have been hired by the trio to help them or anything else, really.
As the mercenaries started to level their weapons at the restaraunters, Celes O'Bannon, commonly referred to as Doomtastic in the Rogue Isles checked her watch.
"Is it time already? I thought I was early..." She glanced at the skyline, squinting at the sun. Spending to much time in the D, is what it was, extra-dimensional travel plays hell on her Seiko.
Standing up, she activated her nano reassambler, turning her Armani knockoff suit into her combat uniform, a red leather bustier, gloves, black pants, knee high combat boots, and a long red Fortune cape.
With a toss of her hair, the blonde bombshell turned to the diners and slammed her hands together, the sonic handclap knocking them all down.
Celes turned to the mercenaries and waved at the men behind their minions her voice dripping with the worst british accent impersonation they'd likely ever heard, "'Ello! Doomtastic here, I smash for cash, if it bleeds I can kill it. Which of you blokes signs the checks?"
((Doomtastic is a SS/Inv Brute.))
Infinity
Sam Varden 50 MA/Reg Scrap
Doomtastic 50 SS/Inv Brute
Ceus 50 Eng/Kin Corr
Cinderstorm 50 Fire/Fire Blaster
((If no one minds me joining in...))
The various henchmen aiming weapons at the building found themselves with unexpected backup in the form of a standard squad of six robots, the same drone- protector- and assault-class bots that many masterminds used for their proven reliability. The seventh figure that landed just slightly behind her minions wasn't easily recognisable despite the rather distinctive teal and black powersuit as she liked to keep a low profile when she could. It was half the reason she hadn't been caught yet, the six heavily armed bots being the other half.
Deactivating her rocket boots as she landed, she brushed a stray lock of black hair out of her face and turned to the one who appeared to be commanding this little operation. "Got room for a little extra help?", she asked. "Was planning to just cause a little mayhem but if you've got something more interesting I'm all ears."
((Oh yeah, she's a bots/ff mastermind if anyone's wondering.))
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
As one of the truck doors opened up, several troops came storming out. Finally, a big, imposing man stepped out, using two fingers two shake his cigar before puffing a cloud of smoke. "Sir!" one of the soldiers spoke to the man. He was tall, and had a black flak jacket with black pants, and matching combat boots. He had buzzcut hair, andone eye was a different color than the other.
"Position-Forward Fox" the man barked at his troops, and they spread out according to the order. He reached down to the holster at his hip and pulled out a pistol, a Desert Eagle to be exact. He fired randomly towards the PPD, not looking to see if it hit anyone or not. He reached into a pocket of his flak jacket and took out an ear-piece, and a targeting recticle. He put the recticle over his eye, and put the ear-piece in. "I want C-4's in this building, and the detonater in my hand, and whatever the hell the people that are paying us want in their hands, NOW!" he shouted into the ear-piece.
He walked over to the group he recognized as the people ordering the operation, and blew a puff of smoke. "Any idea where this thing is?" he asked.
[ QUOTE ]
As the mercenaries started to level their weapons at the restaraunters, Celes O'Bannon, commonly referred to as Doomtastic in the Rogue Isles checked her watch.
"Is it time already? I thought I was early..." She glanced at the skyline, squinting at the sun. Spending to much time in the D, is what it was, extra-dimensional travel plays hell on her Seiko.
Standing up, she activated her nano reassambler, turning her Armani knockoff suit into her combat uniform, a red leather bustier, gloves, black pants, knee high combat boots, and a long red Fortune cape.
With a toss of her hair, the blonde bombshell turned to the diners and slammed her hands together, the sonic handclap knocking them all down.
Celes turned to the mercenaries and waved at the men behind their minions her voice dripping with the worst british accent impersonation they'd likely ever heard, "'Ello! Doomtastic here, I smash for cash, if it bleeds I can kill it. Which of you blokes signs the checks?"
[/ QUOTE ]
"I'll be signin most of em." Mechanomorphic gave her a thumbs-up. "We may need to split up so switch your com unti to our channel."
[ QUOTE ]
The various henchmen aiming weapons at the building found themselves with unexpected backup in the form of a standard squad of six robots, the same drone- protector- and assault-class bots that many masterminds used for their proven reliability. The seventh figure that landed just slightly behind her minions wasn't easily recognisable despite the rather distinctive teal and black powersuit as she liked to keep a low profile when she could. It was half the reason she hadn't been caught yet, the six heavily armed bots being the other half.
Deactivating her rocket boots as she landed, she brushed a stray lock of black hair out of her face and turned to the one who appeared to be commanding this little operation. "Got room for a little extra help?", she asked. "Was planning to just cause a little mayhem but if you've got something more interesting I'm all ears."
[/ QUOTE ]
"The more the merrier the carnage!" Nightshade cackled. "Come along with us, just don't wreck anything expensive. We're looking for some fancy tech. There's a fat paycheck for anyone who comes along too!"
[ QUOTE ]
As one of the truck doors opened up, several troops came storming out. Finally, a big, imposing man stepped out, using two fingers two shake his cigar before puffing a cloud of smoke. "Sir!" one of the soldiers spoke to the man. He was tall, and had a black flak jacket with black pants, and matching combat boots. He had buzzcut hair, andone eye was a different color than the other.
"Position-Forward Fox" the man barked at his troops, and they spread out according to the order. He reached down to the holster at his hip and pulled out a pistol, a Desert Eagle to be exact. He fired randomly towards the PPD, not looking to see if it hit anyone or not. He reached into a pocket of his flak jacket and took out an ear-piece, and a targeting recticle. He put the recticle over his eye, and put the ear-piece in. "I want C-4's in this building, and the detonater in my hand, and whatever the hell the people that are paying us want in their hands, NOW!" he shouted into the ear-piece.
He walked over to the group he recognized as the people ordering the operation, and blew a puff of smoke. "Any idea where this thing is?" he asked.
[/ QUOTE ]
Recycler-33 smiled up at the large man. He was quite small in comparison, but he made up for his size with an uneasy air about him. He didn't feel RIGHT. Alien and cold.
"It's either in the basement or at the very top, guarded by Longbow and the PPD no doubt. It also belongs to D.A.T.A., so we should expect some high tech defenses. Plan is to get in, ransack the whole building, get out and retreat to Warburg. If you can get them up there, we need people on the roof to stop people from escaping-It's gonna be bloody."
As he spoke, Nightshade and Mechanomorphic both charged into the building, their henchmen following. The sounds of fighting followed, and Recycler-33 motioned for everyone to charge in.
The man nodded, then turned and barked into his ear-piece "All right troops, I want Stern and Spence on the rooftop, stat, provide cover from runners, feed me info. O'Leary, follow 'em up and provide close-cover, and search for the target on the top floor". He heard three afirmatives, then said "The rest of you, down to the basement, and search for the item. You all have permission to fire on anyone perceived deadly. We will be meeting in Warburg if anyone gets left behind. Are we clear?". He heard affirmatives and smiled "Let's rock and roll, boys".
He followed the rest of the group in, providing shots from his pistol.
((An easier way to describe Dr. Mechan - go into the game's costume creator - hit the drop down for Sets - scroll to "Robot" or "Robotic"[can't remember exactly, but either of those is close enough] - do some color rearranging, and wa-la, Dr. Mechan. Weapon is "Pulse Rifle" - colorable version to make the barrel blued. In combat, such as right now, he'll be sporting the Enforcer set of equipment: Shoulder pads, helmet/face shield/mouthpiece w/wings/chest armor/legs/gloves - however, for right now, he's decided to leave his "powered combat suit" at home - he's experimenting right now - his robotic body is quite flexible, but he's adjusted the suit to allow a bit more flexibility should he need it. He always wears the enforcer belt and shoulder pads, though. ))
Dr. Mechan proceeded inside the building, his clawed foot grasping a piece of debris from the fallen wall and his leg hefting the rock towards a Longbow Gunner that had stepped out of the elevator.
"Kill all the Longbow you see." he coldly commanded of his robots.
Dr. Mechan looked around the lobby, scanning the room through a highly advanced, robotic set of targetting sensors that appeared as eyes. The infrared scan would pick up all the warm bodies still left in the room, and beyond, while the ultraviolet scan would reveal just about everything else.
Mechanomorphic and Nightshade both charged ahead of the pack, the group slaughtering everything in their way. Until they came to a fork in the hallway...
"We'll take left. Everyone else go right, stay connected through comm." Nightshade said, before he and Mechanomorphic dashed down the right passage with their minions.
Seemingly just in time to be the worst possible time-No less than three Longbow Ballista suddenly came charging from the right-hand hallway and charged the rest of the group. It therefore stood to reason that whatever they had been guarding was particularly valuable to merit three of them. And these would be much, much harder to dispatch than the previous soldiers, and to emphasize this point they all launched explosion area of effect bolts at the assembled group of masterminds and minions.
***
"And I draw the short lot and get to guard the door." Recycler-33 sighed. His zombies shifted aimlessly in undeath, and the street was quiet. All the civilians had fled. The silence broke as sirens started to approach. That was fine, Recycler-33 could handle the PPD and Longbow for all they were worth.
So he was somewhat surprised when something big and green landed in front of him, followed by a large explosion and being hurled through the air. Positron stormed through the dispersing mist of the nuetron detonation and dispatched the lich, still getting to its feet, with a solid swipe with his armored and irridated hand.
'Not good.' Recycler-33 thought. He couldn't take Positron directly, not after having all his zombies blasted. Thankfully, to him, life had four cycles, not just two. Life, undeath, unundeath, and only THEN was there actual death.
Six green wispy clouds of mist crept from the bodies of the fallen-spectrals! They immediately converged on Positron, and Recycler-33 started sprinting to the nearest truck. All of them contained heavy ordinance, some of which Recycler-33 might have been able to bring to bear on the hero...
((Ooo, one against an army. I like those odds. 
))
Suddnely something streaked from the sky, slamming into the ground with tremendous force. Henchman went flying in every direction.
As the dust cleared, a man stood from his crouched position. He wore a black outfit with white gloves, boots, belt, and cape. A white star design practically glowed on his chest. The incredible impact with the ground didn't seem to have affected him at all.
"Stand down," Mr. Invincible ordered the villains. Not that he really expected them to comply.
((BRING IT OOOONNNNN!!!!! 
))
Even as the spectral remains converged on Positron, Celes moved to cover the henchless mastermind.
She shoulder tackled the Hero down into the Steel Canyon street and an onlooker would be hard pressed to decide if she had grabbed the armored scientist to crush him to death, or hug him.
"Raymond! You never call! A girl might think you don't love her anymore!"
Eye rolling might not have a sound effect, but Positron managed it quit well, and he followed up with blast of radioactive energy that flung the brute off of him.
((Is doing dialoge for the Heroes we're fighting kosher?))
Infinity
Sam Varden 50 MA/Reg Scrap
Doomtastic 50 SS/Inv Brute
Ceus 50 Eng/Kin Corr
Cinderstorm 50 Fire/Fire Blaster
OOC:
If you can pull it off, yes. Nothing that they wouldn't normally say, which is not an extensive list. The in-game NPCs say some really stupid things.
((I don't know if it's a good thing Dr. Mechan is in the building already, going right with Mechanomorphic and Nightshade, or not. Oh, and no worries on the 2 NPCs going in the wrong direction - just edit it out, like I'm doing with this post right now!))
Breaker lead the way for the Warbots and the Protectors, with Dr. Mechan following close behind. Their employers had charged ahead, stopped at a fork, said something about everyone else going right, while they went left.
The Assault Bot received the orders from Nightshade over the comms, so Breaker followed 'em. As did the Warbots, then the Protectors, and Dr. Mechan in tow.
Breaker saw the Ballista moving in, relaying this info to the rest of Mechan's fleet. The Warbots fanned out, and began unloading their laser charges. Fixer took a knee, while his shoulder folded away and a large, grey cannon arose out of his body. Taking aim, he fired the cannon, the energy beam heading straight towards the Ballista on the right...
Breaker wasn't having any problems, what with being shielded and all. The Ballista's blasts were mostly absorbed by the shielding, very little energy getting through, although what little that did Breaker collected to keep his energy banks charged up. "Thanks," the robotic voice bellowed at the Ballista squad, while he rushed quickly forward and smashed in the skull of the Ballista in the center of the group.
Functionary kept the repairs going on, keeping the team repaired, while firing off a few shots with his standard laser rifle.
Dr. Mechan slid the pump mechanism attached to the belly of his rifle, arming the Photon Grenade. He fired once, the two remaining Ballista going dizzy from the flash.
OOC:
Did I misword the direction they went in? My bad. >.< I meant to have them going in the opposite direction in relation to the Ballista.
BIC:
*click*
"YOU stand down." Recycler-33 said to Mr. Invincible. He was wearing a backpack device with a transparent cylinder, filled with a dark green vicious liquid that was glowing very lightly. A hose and pump extended from the bottom, emerging as a nozzle in the mastermind's hands. A stray droplet dripped from the nozzle, and the ground where it hit sizzled before suddenly turning to crystal, which then expanded slightly until there was a tiny crystal spire sticking out of the ground. There was extensive labeling on the cylinder-Radiation hazard, bio-hazard, and a bunch of other hazard signs as well that nobody in their right mind should have ever put in the same spot for the sake of their sanity.
Liquid Tiberium...
"Or I spray you down with this." He said, a very nasty smile indeed crossing his face.
The spectrals all charged in, but Positron blasted them all to smithereens and into death with a single blast of radiation about him, before turning his focus to Celes and throwing an anti-matter burst at her.
***
The Ballista quickly recovered from the attack, and while the one attacked by Breaker stumbled away, the other two went into melee range. Robotic drones went flying as fists hit their shields with enough force to split tanks.
Doomtastic smiled as she ripped up a chunch of asphalt and threw it at the hero, smacking Positron in the chest keeping him from taking off away from the ghosts that were creeping around him again.
"You need help Doomtastic. Serious help." Positron declared, blasting green energy at his attackers.
"Just because it was Time Travel doesn't mean it didn't happen!"
She paused.
"Or does it?"
Shrugging, she charged the armored hero again.
((sorry, its just that Doomtastic has a rather unrequited love for Positron.))
Infinity
Sam Varden 50 MA/Reg Scrap
Doomtastic 50 SS/Inv Brute
Ceus 50 Eng/Kin Corr
Cinderstorm 50 Fire/Fire Blaster
[ QUOTE ]
"YOU stand down."
"Or I spray you down with this."
[/ QUOTE ]
Since getting his powers, Mr. Invincible had discovered he was fairly invulnerable to most things. However, he still wasn't dumb enough to get hit with anything he was unfamiliar with if he didn't have to.
Plunging his hands into the ground and ripping up, Mr. I sent large chunks of street flying into the air between him and Recycler-33. He jumped into the air, kicking one of them toward the villain and knocking more toward the henchmen.
Breaker watched as the one Ballista he had pummeled stumbled away, and his electronic voice boomed out: "Well, no time like now to kick 'em while they're down!" With that, Breaker lifted his arm up, holding his mechanical hand up, the clawed fingers wide open, palm facing the stunned Ballista. Then, an irradiated beam of energy erupted from Breaker's palm, racing towards the Ballista...
Mechanoid and Mechaloid went flying, but Mechazoid was still on his feet, dropping his rifle as the Longbow soldiers rushed forward. Long, nasty, sharp-looking claws extended from his metal fingertips, and he slashed out at the nearest of the two with his newly-formed talons...
Fixer was still kneeling as the two Warbots went flying, retracting his cannon back into its compartment. He pulled out a small, hand-held laser pistol from a compartment around his waistline, firing it at point blank range at the other Ballista.
Dr. Mechan didn't waste any time throwing up the detention field around the Ballista that Fixer just fired at. As he did this, Functionary pulled up his rifle to his shoulder, taking careful aim at the Ballistas head. As his sensors relayed the lock-on, Functionary gently squeezed back on the trigger...
Dr. Mechan threw up a repulsion field around himself, Functionary and the two downed Warbots after Functionary took his shot.
[ QUOTE ]
"The more the merrier the carnage!" Nightshade cackled. "Come along with us, just don't wreck anything expensive. We're looking for some fancy tech. There's a fat paycheck for anyone who comes along too!"
[/ QUOTE ]
The orders as such were conveyed to her minions and she nodded, all of them moving forward to add to the imminent carnage. They didn't get very far however before all hell broke loose.
The sudden appearance of two heroes - and one of them being Positron himself - would have given most villains reason to hesitate. And so she did, but only long enough to cast force shields over her minions. Combined with the existing shields the Protectors had already applied, very little would slow the bots down at all now.
As the final larger shield bubble expanded outwards and her own personal shield (Stolen from Black Scorpion himself) flickered into existance around her, she pulled a plasma rifle from who knows where and all seven of them let fly. Positron seemed to be fairly well handled by the others so the multitude of laser beams, photon grenades, plasma blasts and a couple of seeker drones went hurtling towards the other hero she didn't recognise.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
Recycler-33 had pulled the trigger of his Liquid Tiberium sprayer the moment Mr. Invincible had twitched, but the voracious liquid was impeded by the chunk of street hurtling at him. Deadly or not, the liquid would take a precious second or two to eat all the way through the thing and in the meantime it was still a large heavy object flying through the air. Recycler-33 let up with his Liquid T spray and dived to the side, landed on his side with a thud and rolling to orient himself and prevent the backpack from cracking.
Positron matched Doomtastic's charged, ready to engage her in an epic brawl with his powerful armored and irridated fists. He decided to soften her up mid-way and twin beams of radiation shot from his visor at her.
***
The Ballista Breaker was attacking could do very little at the moment, having recovered but finding himself unable to cover the distance needed for a counter-attack. He took the blast and slammed into the wall, and this made him fairly pissed off.
He projected a dispersion field. Now both sides had shielding.
This prompted the other two Ballistas to activate their dispersion bubbles as well, and Functionary found that his detention bubble didn't work! The stacked dispersion fields from two Ballista at once was too much for a detention field to overcome.
On the plus side this meant his shot hit. The Ballista's head snapped back violently on impact, but he was tough and the blow had been weakened by his shielding. So he stormed over in Functionary's direction, murder in his eyes while his companion got shot in the gut by fixer. The majority of the bullets were deflected but a couple got through, which sent the Ballista into a bezerker fit that found him lunging at Fixer's throat...
((Detention field went around the non-dazed Ballista that Fixer had fired at, not the one Breaker was firing at. And damn, that means Functionary just wasted his shot...hahaha. Oh well, you need to fix your previous post.))
OOC:
Gah! Sorry, keep mixing Fixer and Breaker up. Fixed.
((Also, the detention field went up AFTER Fixer fired his shot at the one Ballista closing to melee range, so only Functionary would waste his "sniper shot".))
OOC:
I know, I re-read your post and took that into account during the edit. ^.^
((BTW - nice edit! Now it seems all the Longbow are getting hit.))
Fixer just kept firing relentlessy at the Ballista that was trying to lunge for his throat, not caring if the man's hands got a hold of him...
Functionary watched as Mechan's detention field fizzled, due to dispersion bubbles popping up from the two Ballista. On the plus side, the man's head was rocked violently backwards, meaning his shot was dead on. "Hey guys! Did you see that" Functionary's electronic voice cracked out. The Protector bot kept his eyes locked on the Ballista, however, taking note that the man was now heading straight for him.
Mechazoid's claws would sink deep into the sides of the Ballista going for Fixer, as the man was now focused squarely on the Protector bot. The dispersion field these guys threw up would take away some of the Warbots momentum, but he struck, nonetheless...pulling the claws out, he would simply keep slashing at the man until his chest no longer raised up and down...
Breaker would've been happy if he was capable of any emotion. The Ballista could almost make out a twisted, metal smile on the Assault Bot's face were the robot capable of smiling. Instead, as the Ballista threw up the dispersion field and charged for the massive, metal hunk of weaponry, Breaker's hands retracted, and two, giant hammers zipped out in their place. "Come get broken," the Assault Bot actually jeered.
Dr. Mechan actually did smile, seeing the dispersion fields nullifying his detention field, allowing Functionary's shot to get through. He almost broke out into laughter as his repulsion field DID go up, though, and the Ballista with the head-wound charged straight for the sniper-like Protector.
The following events take place after this three-part story.
***
So our old robot janitor is building a Halo?
"Bitter Heath" Nightshade said this in a deadly serious tone, despite the implications of this statement. Said robot janitor had been a war mech that, had it ever been unleashed at full power, could have realistically overthrown the entire U.S. in a month. As it were, [censored] happened, and it wound up a crippled and slagged four foot cleaning drone. Dont even get started on the Halo.
More of a Dyson ring, but a Halo serves as a good comparison. Mechanomorphic answered. Whereas a Halo would be aboutish 10,000 km in diameter or somethin, this ring will have a diameter only a few hundred light years smaller than the diameter of the universe currently. And where a Halo only kills critters big enough to sustain the bugs, this thing will have some mighty fine power within its inner circumference. Heck, if they complete it they may even expand it into a sphere or somesuch.
It would be the largest structure in the known universe, even bigger than the largest super-clusters. Recycler-33 added. Our only advantage is that it will take time to build. Say around sixteen thousand years.
Wait wait. Nightshade said, frowning. Thats it? That means theyd have to be building the thing faster than the speed of light. How exactly are they managing it without getting ahead of themselves?
They are siphoning temporal energy from a stable time loop and using it to create some kind of space time tunnel that lets them isolate sections and build it before merging the tunnel with real time. Our creation has been busy, it seems. Recycler-33 replied. And because Im supremely irritated we didnt think of this first, I think we should put a stop to it.
Lousy machine, being cleverer than us. Mechanomorphic said, grinning savagely. I can magine it now: Sorry there, nothing personal. You just took it too far with tha whole epic doom thing.
Time out. Nightshade said, folding his arms. Im all for blowin up this Halo-
More ofa Dy- Mechanomorphic began, Whatever. And Im all for kickin some epic levels of [censored] Nightshade continued, but by now our junk sifter is going to have some heavy, HEAVY forces backing it up. You dont try building something like that unless you can cover the whole thing until its finished.
Which is why we need to stop the rings construction indirectly. Recycler-33 said. And if we follow all the information we have so far, then the easiest way of disrupting this things construction is to cut off its power. And it just so happens that the stable time loop being used to speed up its construction is right here on Earth. Nice place, actually. Backwater enough that the bigger powers out there wouldnt ever be able to find it. Pity we happen to live here.
More sa pity that we found out about it. Mechanomorphic said cheerfully. What are we waiting for? Lets crash the loop!
Ah. Tiny problem. I dont know all then whens and wheres of this loop. Recycler-33 said apologetically. It could be under a minute long for all I know. Thats what I would do, if it were me.
So we find the loop, wreck it, then blow up the tower? Nightshade said. Good times.
Cant attack the tower. Well let the galactic empires handle that detail. Without the temporal tunnel keeping it off the map, itll be the largest side of a barn ever. Mechanomorphic supplied. We just need to get rid of the grand architect.
Our old creation. Recycler-33 smiled. Well, no time to waste. Would either of you know where we can find a temporal scanner or something? A chronal skip isnt going to do the job here.
Nothing in the Rogue isles, Arachnos is sensible enough to not overdo it with time tech. Mechanomorphic said. Unlike the idiots and simpletons of D.A.T.A. They happen to have a temporal mapping system in Steel Canyon, I think. We go in and steal it, get out of there before any heroes can interfere, run back here to Warburg where we are outside Longbow jurisdiction and we can hire mercenaries for help.
Crude with ultra-violence thrown in. I love both of you. When do we start? Nightshade asked, the slightest hint of green foam forming at his lips.
***
OOC:
Hello heathens of the RP forums! Do not worry, this is not solicitation to convert you to the way of the wonderful loam and lard hammer of pink minty delights. For those of you few who wished to be saved and came here hoping for solicitation You are already a full member of the church of Bwerp, and you shall be receiving a free jetpack and silver hammer in the mail any day now, CAD paid in peas or pie. Your call.
Obviously, the first scene of the story takes place in Steel Canyon, which makes it hard for those of villainous inclination to join in. Dont worry, thats what mayhem missions/random missions/generic excuse x is for! As Mechanomorphic pointed out above, they are also not above hiring outside help, and people with villainous characters may freely assume they were sent a job offer to help safe-guard their base in Warburg OR they may have been hired before-hand to help with the attack at Steel Canyon.
BIC:
It was a sunny day in Steel Canyon, not a cloud in the sky and everything was rather peaceful for a change. *At least outside.* Pedestrians and members of the PPD strolled about, talked, laughed, and did what they had always done. Little did they know that all hell was about to break loose.
Just a little ways south of Blyde Square, three trucks were circling a single block over and over again in a repeated loop. Within them was death, destroyer of worlds.
Hmmm. Guards at the door. And this place is right next to a restaurant, we have bystanders at tables almost literally right in front of the door. Nightshade said on his second pass by the front of the building they were planning to raid. The transceiver on the dashboard hissed Recycler-33s words back to him.
They are irrelevant. Only eliminate them if they get in the way, otherwise I want this job to be in-and-out.
All three trucks suddenly shuddered to a halt right in front of the entrance to said building-a rather imposing sky scraper. It was only as mercenaries toting automatic and explosive weapons, drones with their energy armaments, and zombified summons with their odd assortment of abilities were pouring out of the trucks that Mechanomorphic suddenly thought of something rather disturbing.
Wait. What if there are heroes in the restaurant?
Of course, by then it was far too late to pull back. People had already started screaming at the sign of the henchmen invasion and two PPD officers had pulled their weapons and were shouting at the advancing wave of militants, machines, and rotting flesh. The three masterminds all swore simultaneously, and scrambled out of the trucks to back their troops up. That was when the carnage started, the mercenaries at the front in orderly file already bringing their weapons to bear on the PPD officers, and the unfortunate diners who happened to be in the way