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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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"Why you do this!" War yelled, but a mere hole wasn't going to stop them. The metabolically enhanced Mercs simply lunged over the hole in the street, not even slowing down as they continued their escape. The grenade would have presented a more significant problem.
If Famine wasn't always prepared to deal with just such an inconvenience.
Again without even breaking his stride, Famine flash-froze the grenade with his standard side-carry Cryo Pistol, and the two mercs continued on.
Rezyin had a slightly bigger problem. The delay caused by Famine's freezing of the grenade caused it to explode right underneath him as he flew over it.
The Spetsnaz careened into the ground, trailing a thick, slimy mixture of healing chemicals and blood behind him. It felt to the Russian like days before his heart started again, but thanks to his intense chemical injections it was only seconds. Unfortunately by this time he had completely lost sight of the Horsemen.
However, he saw another priority. A Metahuman on the roof...With a man in gray. Now was his time to find out what had happened.
Kick starting his miraculously intact Rocket Boots, Rezyin slowly, cautiously ascended until he was level with the two men.
"What is happening here?"
Egregore glanced over at Rezyin. The cyborg had started to dribble black and yellow fluids from the holes in his body. His metalic face-mask was gone after he had pulled it off to vomit the black bile previously, and with every breath extra flecks of black and yellow ooze dribbled from his lips.
"One o' them portal people." Egregore gasped. "Knocked em out. Was gonna question him later. Think he's from that Axis place, not sure. Missing the gas-mask. They were shootin at each other."
He paused for a brief moment to vomit what looked like an entire organ onto the rooftop before wiping off his lips, and unsteadily getting back onto his feet.
"Couldn't understand what they were speaking. It was like German or Russian, something."
The cyborg suddenly reached for one of the modules sticking out of his chest and ripped it out, wires and sparks flying everywhere. The unit cracked open and a flood of a pale-blue gel fell out and slopped onto the unconcious soldier's face. As it were, the gel had a mild electrical charge running through it. It was part of the cyborg's endurance system, and could be absorbed through the skin to create endorphins and adrenalin. The soldier Egregore had just dumped the stuff on had essentially just received a second wind of energy to replace what the sap stick had taken away. The whole thing was accompanied with a slight jolt to get things moving again.
Of course, the soldier would not be going anywhere-A plasma rifle had suddenly materialized in Egregore's hands and was pointed squarely at the man's chest.
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But before the last could pass out completely, he managed to bring his TRV-150 to bear one more time and loose a rocket from the launcher's maw.
It headed for the portal...
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Isabel knew she likely wouldn't be able to do it, but she had to try. She flung a single blast after the rocket, but as she'd expected it fell short. The rocket continued through the portal unhindered. Grumbling quietly to herself, she dropped back to the ground and went from soldier to unconscious soldier, restraining them all such that they wouldn't be able to bolt for the portal the moment they came to.
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The rocket detonated with thunderous cacophony, but the expected fireball remained conspicuously absent. Instead, the twisting, streaming sphere of riftlike energies suddenly inflated like some manner of demented balloon, expanding outward with ever-increasing speed, a wall of blue-white luminance washing across the entire general area.
Up and out the hemisphere went, swallowing warehouse and street alike as would an artificial sun, never stopping, never ceasing, desiring all it could reach within its grasp, and growing paler by the moment. But it was a cold light, brushing upon the skin as gentle as spring's morning breeze.
The gray-garbed soldier coughed a sputter as he woke, trying to chase away the spots that now danced before his eyes with reflexive wipes of fingers to his face. Not that it mattered much, that was, for even before he'd managed this much, the light came up to greet him, and just like that, the world disappeared behind a veil of purest white...
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tátna Zbrojovka
Stewart Island, New Zealand
Irony was a funny thing. At least...that was his opinion. And looking down over the transparent rail of the curving balcony, his sight encompassing all that went on several hundred meters below, it certainly would seem he'd been right. Even in the darkness of the cloudy night that currently dipped the balcony on the tower's uppermost floor in near-pitch black, he could see the multitudes of people and equipment moving in and out of the bright-white cones of the floodlights below. He smiled. Yes, irony was a funny thing.
To think, here stood Marek Vlastislav Heinrich Alexandrovich Scha...okay, maybe not. To think, here stood the Lord Protec...no...that just sounded silly. Besides, he wasn't British, and he already knew a Protector. True, Babe probably wouldn't mind, but it just felt unprofessional to use someone else's name, especially a guy he knew that well. Fine. Here stood the Leader. Simple enough. Happy? Good.
"Mh?" he remarked as he took note of a light making itself wide next to him, falling outside through the balcony door someone had just opened in the somewhat semicircular wall of opaque windows behind him. It widened swiftly, sliding up his black boots and trousers, and glinted sinisterly off the silvery metal of the artificial spine grafted partially into, partially atop the athletic musculature beneath his bare back's rough, orange skin.
"Something I should know?" his Slavic-accented tone inquired of the tall silhouette that had appeared in the doorway, leaning his crossed arms' elbows against the transparent railing.
"Yes..." came the gradual response, "There has been an incident..."
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Staetlov District
Paragon City, former USA
The rudely woken soldier winced as the light penetrated his eyelids with a blinding sensation. Thankfully, it disappeared as quickly as it had come to be, though in retrospect, that probably wasn't much better, considering the world his eyes now saw had been dipped in naught but black.
It took several seconds for him to regain even the slightest amount of vision, and it took even longer for the blurry spot of pale-yellow light that he now focused on to turn into the familiar disk of the moon in the sky. Slowly but surely, the rest came back after that, and he found himself lying on a roof that seemed only too familiar...and what looked suspiciously like a LEFPR in his face.
"Great." he grumbled in German as he spied the obvious cyborg attached to it. Well, maybe not obvious, exactly...what the heck was that thing? Yes, it was a cyborg, no doubt, but...first generation, maybe? Could be. He'd never seen anything other than thi-wait just one damned second, what was the thinking? ZBV freak was ZBV freak, no matter what kind, and that was bad by all definitions of the word.
Furthermore, since he was awake, it probably wanted to interrogate him. Fat chance. As soon as he got word out that the operation had failed, he'd bite down on his suicide tooth and that'd be that. Now if only he could reach the radio in his back pocket...
"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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((Well, I was expecting a somewhat disoriented look around first, but okay, I can add this early. 
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The soft yellow of the Staetlov District's streetlights cast their shine into the dark, giving the area almost the general aura of New Overbrook at night. Still, the place looked decidedly unfamiliar, the buildings about looking somewhat less colorful, not to mention just generally rearranged. If this was Galaxy City, it certainly wasn't their version.
Most noticeable, however, was the distinct lack of people on the streets, and the familiar black-and-red skull banners of the 5th Column hanging from buildings and free stands here and there. Overhead, a Comanche helicopter rushed on by, but paid no heed to the new arrivals. It had business elsewhere: namely at the district's other end, where large columns of smoke billowed skyward, fed by the fires of a building that resembled the Freedom Corps HQ.
Of course, by those working to put out the fires, even a blind person could've seen it wasn't...
"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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((Alright, guess that wasn't clear enough. Because no one stopped the rocket, the portal went headexplody and sucked everyone into Axis America. 
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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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((No I understood fine, I'm just taking a short break from being obsessive. Yeah, I know how unlikely that sounds.))
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And I'm just waiting on everyone else in general. Not much Egregore can do at the moment anyway.
((I forgot to post, but I was pretty sure on what happened))
The blonde man saw the missle going towards the portal and panicked. Either it would blow up the portal, cause a rip in space and kill everyone, or the missle would go inside the portal, hit something in the other world, and cause chaos beyond imagination.
Neither sounded very fun to him.
As the missle soared towards the rift, he jumped away and landed near a building, and was about to go inside when the portal sent out the humongous bubble. He was blinded and stumbled backwards, tripping as lights danced before his eyes. As he finally regained his sight, he saw the banners hanging from most buildings, and how everything just looked darker . He stood up slowly and looked around, wondering what had happened.
Fighting to keep control of his flight with the sudden addition of another couple hundred pounds to his own not insignificant weight, Solid barreled into an open alleyway after he flew through the scattered ranks of the 'Bad Guy' soldiers. Curling up around the unconscious man, Solid performed a midair flip as he cut his thrusters and then re-engaged them once he was facing the other direction to cut his speed down dramatically. He still hit the ground a little hard though, skidding on his metallic behind for a couple of meters before coming to a stop. Muttered curses and statements regarding the Unteroffizier's mother and her relation with various animals filled the narrow alleyway as Solid covered the opening with one hand and withdrew a line of twine from a small slot in his left leg.
Swiftly tying the soldier up with the extremely strong plastic rope by his wrists and ankles, the former security bot also took a moment to rip off a stretch of exposed uniform and bind it around the man's mouth as a gag. Originally made to secure hostile intruders, these actions came as naturally to Solid as breathing would to a human.
He was just grabbing an old newspaper lying nearby and using it to wipe something green off his leg when the missile hit the portal and the white light expanded to encompass the entire world.
"Oh [censored]," Solid said as he watched the light come at him. "I hate it when I step into the Twilight Zone."
Shutting off his external sensors so that they didn't get blown out, he waited for several seconds before trickling a bit of power to them. 'Cracking his eyes open', so to speak. Seeing that the alleyway didn't seem very different, the android crept forward, blending into the shadows cast by the lights on the street in a manner most would not have expected from him, his dull grey coloration finally making some sort of sense.
"...wait. Wasn't it just day time?"
Finally poking his head out, Solid took a brief look around and quickly ducked back into the shadows with another curse, but this one a lot more quiet than before. He had seen those symbols before, but they had been gone for a long time now...
"God damnit. Just my luck this has to be the episode with Nazis in it. Next thing you know and there'll be zombies too."
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.
"Oooohh.... and that's what I get for being too close to an exploding portal", Isabel muttered to herself, rolling off the crate she'd landed on. She then came fully awake again as she realised she'd rolled onto thin air, just moments before hitting the ground with a soft thump. "Note to self: wake up before moving", she commented, pulling herself back up and rubbing the leftover spots from the portal out of her eyes so she could take a look around.
The first thing she noticed of course were the banners. "Now I'm damn sure those weren't there before. And wasn't it daytime? How long was I out?" Then she realised - the portal. She hadn't been 'out' at all, she just wasn't on Earth anymore. At least, not her Earth. She and the others were presumably in another dimension - one where the 5th had been significantly more than the minor annoyance they'd been back home, judging by the banners. Wait, didn't we get invaded by alternate dimension 5th a few years back? Axis America I think they called that one, maybe this is the same place?
One thing however she was certain of. She needed to get off this street before the the 5th showed up. With that in mind she retreated around the side of the building into the nearest alleyway, hiding from any patrols that might come along the street behind a convenient stack of crates.
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"SO CLOSE!" War had yelled the second before the brilliant light had overtaken the pair of Mercenaries, sending them twisting through time and space...
Rezyin had seen the light coming too and boosted away, but he was sucked in along with his quarry.
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Solid heard a slight tapping on the wall a few steps behind him, safely out of range of any sort of electric burst he may have ready to deter the sneakier sort of foe. But this wasn't some Axis America soldier - It was Rezyin, gently letting his comrade know that he was there, too.
War and Famine had bolted the very second they had arrived, noticing only momentarily the military banners adorning the streets before disappearing into the darkness as fast as they could...
'[censored].' Egregore thought as he saw the incoming blast. As he was now, he wouldn't be able to escape it. He didn't have enough power left to port...
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Egregore Device blinked. First at the soldier he still had pinned down, then at his surroundings. He immediately took note of how none of the others were thefre...Or at least out of sight. Panic quickly took hold.
'Was I the only one who got hit...Damnit...I need to get out of here...'
The plasma rifle dematerialized from his hands, and he quickly rose and pivoted and started running for the edge of the roof. He faded as his combat invisibility kicked in. It would be easy for even a novice tracker to follow him though, as he appeared to be more worried about finding a place to mend his mounds then he cared about making sure black and yellow bile that seeped from his wounds didn't leave the most obvious trail in the world behind him...
Needless to say, the gray-garbed soldier was rather taken aback when his 'ZBV freak' high-tailed it, and with Rezyin having boosted away, this naturally left him more than just a tad confused as he pushed against the roof with his elbows to raise his aching back.
Still...he was alive. That wasn't something to complain about. Sure, in pain and feeling sick, as if some heavy metal band had taken up residence in his guts for practice sessions, but alive. And alive was good. Better yet, he was alone, and the better there was a whole lot more significant than it sounded.
"Auweia..." he groaned in response to the rather uncomfortable result of his first (and failed) attempt to get back on his feet, and thus picked the option of rolling over onto all fours and trying again from there. This time, it seemed to work, and he managed to stagger to the edge of the roof and have a look about.
He smiled when he saw the research institute partially ablaze across the way. At least they'd done some damage. Probably not enough, but at the very least it would buy them more time. That was good too. Time was always good, even in the smallest increments.
Below, the streets were practically deserted, the soldier remembering well VB evacuating everyone when their attack had started - which was of course, once more, good. He had a feeling he wouldn't be outrunning anyone right now, so no night patrols to worry about running into was definitely of advantage. He just had to make sure to stay away from the institute itself, the perimeter of which was likely under very tight lockdown by now.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help but duck his head in a twitch when a trio of Comanche helicopters roared by overhead at low altitude, course toward the research center. He let out a sigh of relief once they'd passed, leaving him and anyone else unheeded. They were busy elsewhere...
((By the way, I'm not holding anyone's hand this time around. If you want something to happen in this thread, you're going to have to be proactive. Careful, though; the actions you take will have consequences, and they may be good or bad. 
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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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Egregore Device dropped down into an alley and rushed, invisible, along the streets. He saw the trio of helicopters above him going in the opposite direction.
'Good. I want to be as far away as possible from them.' He thought. He started scanning the street for a possible sewer cap that would possibly lead to a very conveniently spacious sewer system for no adequete or logical reason.
Of course, he still deposited droplets of black and yellow bile onto the ground with every few steps.
"There has been an incident..." grated out the voice of the android known as Toy Dispenser, light static underlying every word and utterance.
The light behind him reflected dully off the alternating pitch black and dark red shades of his armor as he stepped further onto the balconey, allowing the door to slide back shut behind him. Bright red running lights on either side of his faceplate and chest allowed his position to be known in the darkness, though he knew full well the man standing before him wouldn't be in the least perturbed if he turned the small lights off and simply faded into the shadows.
"A troop of rebels have destroyed the research facility and escaped through one of the portals in the nearby warehouse before that too was destroyed," stated Toy, getting right to the issue. "A security detail led by one Unteroffizier Heimlen commandeered an armored unit from the Third Panzers and pursued."
"Have we heard anything back from them yet?" asked the man, whom Toy knew as Teivos. The raising of his eyebrow was almost as audible as the words he spoke.
"Negative," replied Toy as he shook his head slightly. "Knowing Primal Earth it is highly likely that they ran into a band of hostile metahumans and were destroyed along with the rebels."
Teivos shifted and half-turned to look at Toy now.
"That would be an unfortunate loss, but not as unfortunate as the escalation of our plans. I assume everything is well in hand?"
"As well as could be at this time," responded the android carefully, he still wasn't quite sure how to inform a ruler like Teivos of bad news. "The majority of your forces are in place and about to begin the assault, but there have been difficulties with the supply chain and logistics arm. Your adjutant could inform you of the particulars more than I could."
"No plan survives contact with the enemy," chuckled the man as he leaned back against the railing more comfortably. "But now then, you didn't have to come here yourself and tell me what happened. Did you want something?"
Toy momentarily broke from his motionless stance and glanced out across the field below the tower, his sensors easily stripping away the darkness to reveal the full scale of the men and materials moving down below. Hesitating slightly, he glanced back at Teivos and shut off his running lights.
"I would like to request permission to assist in quelling resistance around the area in question and to engage any metahumans that may come back through the portal."
"You didn't need my permission for that," remarked Teivos as he nodded and gestured for Toy to go on. "But you have it. Just be sure to keep the commanders in that area updated."
"My thanks, Lord Teivos," said Toy with a fist to chest salute. "Your enemies are mine and shall be ground to dust."
As he stepped back out the door which cycled open under a brief mental command, Toy caught Teivos' parting comment.
"How many times have I told you that it's just Teivos?" rhetorically asked the man in an amused tone.
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Solid flinched in an almost exaggerated fashion, his rifle swinging back one handed to point with uncanny accuracy right at Rezyin's chest, the rest of the android following his rifle after half a second.
"Don't scare me like that, man!" admonished Solid in a loud whisper. "[censored], almost made me jump out of my boots."
Grumbling in annoyance, the bot lowered his rifle and moved closer to the other hero as he kept one eye on the street outside the alley.
"Anyway, Rezyin, right? Good of you to find me. We need to grab the others and link up. Maybe find somewhere quiet to talk with Hans here."
Solid punctuated the generic name with a prod of his foot to the unconscious officer's stomach.
"You see where that girl, the sword guy, or that borg go?" continued the blaster. "If not, can you grab Hans and find a bolt hole? I've got your bio-signature in my records, so I can find where you go unless it's too fortified or something."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
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"You see where that girl, the sword guy, or that borg go?" continued the blaster.
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As if on cue Isabel appeared at the end of the alleyway, apparently having the same idea they'd had about taking cover. Noticing the others she reflexively raised a hand to blast them before realising who they were and that they were on her side. Lowering them again she apologised. "Sorry. Any of you guys know what happened, other than the obvious fact that we're in another dimension?"
"Ah and in case any of you care I'm Isabel Matthews, AKA Portable Apocalypse. I don't care which you call me", she added before moving closer and taking a seat on a vacant crate.
((Khell, would you mind terribly if I put a character in there with Toy? Thought I should ask first.))
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The blonde man sat near the door for a couple of minutes as he rechecked his anti-grav boots and his sword. He nodded as everything was in order, and got up slowly, looking around and wondring what to do. He crouched, and was about to hop when the Comanches flew by. "Whoa" he said, and stayed crouched while the helicopters kept on flying.
He tried to remember who he had seen before the light ate everything and turned Galaxy City into something else, and seemingly more dangerous. He remembered seeing the girl who shot energy, he had tried to talk to her and he ignored him. He also thought he saw two men running towards the tank, but that was all.
Whe he tought he had them all, he remembered the cyborg who had ported next to him on the tank. "They've gotta be around here somewhere" he muttered to himself, but couldn't see anyone from his position. He gave a thought command to his sword, and some nanites dissasembled from the weapon and went to his right eye. He closed his left, and when the nanites were reassembled over his eye, most everything a pale green color.
"There's some" he said, the heat vision giving signs of three people in a nearby alley. After another thought, the nanites were back and his sword and he was soaring through the air after a leap. Instead of landing in the alleyway, he landed soundlessly on the roof of the building that made up half of the alley and listened in on what the three were saying.
A sewer entrance was quick to be found, the lids spaced evenly along the streets decently visible even in the pale yellow lighting of the nighttime city. A spacious system of tunnel-like sewers proved present as well, though unlike Paragon's back home, the one here had actually been designed with sanitation in mind.
If Egregore chose to enter, he would find that though the old tunnels still existed, the sewage channels had been replaced by high-capacity transparent piping, and the walls reinforced with smooth concrete. Even lighting was present, neon fluorescents dispensing plenty of illumination for any inspector that might be walking along the pipes to check them for potential problems.
Inspectors, however, would not be something he'd have to worry about today. No, that dubious honor would belong to the troop of gray-garbed soldiers on their way to a certain roof upon which one of their number had by now radioed for help...
"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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A spacious system of tunnel-like sewers proved present as well, though unlike Paragon's back home, the one here had actually been designed with sanitation in mind.
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'Woah.' Egregore thought after prying up the sewer lid and sliding down through. 'It looks like the sewers here were constructed logically. Those germans and their hyper-efficiency. No zombies or homeless people down here I'll bet.'
He then used his plasma rifle to fuse the sewer lid back into place by narrowing the fire into an extremely thin shot. This gave the benefit of not using as much plasma per shot, resulting in a pulse-like 'beam.' Nobody would be coming in the way he had unless they blasted the lid to pieces.
Settling against a wall, 'Sitting down in a sewer. It's clean enough. Who'da thunk it?' Egregore Device took out the med kit and started applying it t himself. Of course, he was still invisible at this point. The only indication that he was there was the little trail of bile leading to his current position.
The world slowly swam back into focus for Flashpoint Zeo, the huge tanker having reflexively wreathed himself in mystic flame when his teleport started going wrong. He had been jumping to the riot in Galaxy City when the time-space continuum went 'flooie', and gotten pulled in with the others.
One glance at the street lined with Fifth Column banners was enough to send him careening off the street in a blurred fiery rush to hide in the shadows of a building. Flashpoint had been in the supers game long enough to recognize the scene instantly, being one of those who had travelled to Axis Amerika on behalf of Portal Corp before the dimension had been sealed off and lost.
Behind his mask, the tanker's mouth twisted into a frown. Given the nature of the emergency he'd been responding to, there was almost guaranteed to be other heroes of his world here. However, there was no guarantee that anyone else knew they were here, which limited his options for finding anyone, if he didn't want half this world descending on them; there was no love lost between Axis Amerika Earth and Primal Earth.
He thought quickly. In all probability, they had all been deposited close to one another; a superfast grid search was probably the way to go. And once he hooked up with them... he glanced around again. Reflected in his glowing eyes danced the flames of worlds burning.
Nazis? Repugnant little vermin who idolized a dead madman. Flames surged around the tanker for an instant, then he was gone, leaving behind a whisper of "Some things, only flame cleanses."
((so, I has arrived- Flashpoint's going to be zipping up and down the streets- not much visible beyond a... well, basically a split-second comet-y looking thing, but he'll probably pass by the aboveground characters pretty quick. Of course, being what he is, any thermal scans will have him showing up pretty brightly. Feel free to have the other characters react to him however.))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
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The sap indeed put up a fight, trying to twist in such a fashion that Solid would be the one kissing on the ground, but the mechanoid's electric fist quickly put and end to that. His uniform-armor may have been nonconductive, but that didn't mean it wasn't subject to dielectric breakdown. The Unteroffizier was out cold before his helmeted head even hit the ground.
Normally, his men would've interfered, but the near-simultaneous arrival of a hail of bullets (which their uniforms could thankfully take), a wave of energy, and all manner of other energetic blasts struck that from the get-go, sending feet to fly and pounding faces into pavement.
But before the last could pass out completely, he managed to bring his TRV-150 to bear one more time and loose a rocket from the launcher's maw.
It headed for the portal...
"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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