((A wizard did it. Quite literally. What did you think 'mystic flame' meant? Assuming the slugs in question were Lead (not an unreasonable assumption, methinks), their melting point is actually 600K, which can be achieved in a household oven. So... not exactly the most extreme of heats. Unless you meant boiling point, in which case, yah, I'll agree. But, well, Fire Tank is still Tank... speaking of which, what the hell is Egregore in game terms? I'm guessing AR/Traps Corruptor, but it's kind of hard to tell.
And how exactly is his thermal shielding not making him stand out against the extremely hot background like a huge, cold blob? ... for that matter, how is he moving unseen through the steam, cloaked or otherwise, and seeing so unimpaired through it?))
The typical *FZZZAARP* noise of teleporting behind him was all the Tanker needed- he accelerated like a scalded jackrabbit, sprinting away from the oncoming attack at nigh-impossible speeds, whirling the boiling cloud that surrounded him into strange, hallucinatory shapes. "Getting annoying, this is." he complained briefly as he ran.
The mace still tagged him, adding a fresh trail of scoring down along the back of the battle-scarred armour, just inside the left shoulderblade. The flames there flickered, dimming in comparison to the rest of the brilliant wash of orange-to-blue-white flame that roared hungrily around the Tank. Whether or not anyone could make that out clearly in the eerily dancing lights and wildly billowing fog was an open question, however. "Stuck on whole worldful of crazy Nazis, and attack fellow-hero instead. Are stupid or just... no, think stupid is only option."
It would probably clear up after a short while, but for the moment, Flashpoint Zeo had a crack in his armour. This didn't deter the blazing giant in the slightest as he spun about and raced down the hallway at impressive speeds, a blazing comet once more as he simply barrelled down the hallway with his arms outstretched, flaming swords materialized in each hand, angled downwards slightly. If Egregore was in his path, he was going to get mowed down by a quarter-ton of fiery tank, catch a superspeed clothesline, or get three feet of sharpened fire across the solar plexus.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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I don't want to waste space here. Incoming PM.
"Just...Me?" Famine asked, raising a brow. "Nah, man, I'm no cyborg if that's what you're implicatin'."
The Mercenary completely holstered his SMG.
"I'm here to apply for a job." He announced triumphantly.
((This is quickly becoming ridiculous, much like Paradigm's character in TSS did if I remember rightly. Something about how increasing a character's power level every fight (or even every hit, in some cases) is a bad idea that just doesn't seem to get through to him.))
Isabel still wasn't quite sure why the cyborg was ignoring her, but as long as it was she was going to take advantage of it. Realising that he tended to appear near where Flashpoint was, she simply watched the tanker rather than searching for him herself.
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"Getting annoying, this is."
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"Indeed it is", Isabel commented, flinging an energy wave through where the cyborg had appeared. Not that she expected to hit anything, considering past experiences. Though that thought did give her an idea, and she turned and flung another energy wave straight at the big tanker. Not to attack him though, Flashpoint would notice no injury at all from the attack though it might tingle a little, but hopefully she'd hit Egregore as he inevitably materialised next to Flashpoint again.
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((My sweet god my post was pitiful. I almost feel bad for it.))
((We'll see if we can't straighten this out. 
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"Yeah, we should leave..."
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"Valerie, that is not your sister." the Unteroffizier told the woman sternly, "And she is putting us all in danger right now - you of all people should know that. Now mo-"
A crunch down the tunnel cut her off, signifying the removal of a sewer lid.
Too late.
They'd already sent somebody out...
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"I'm here to apply for a job."
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The VB officers didn't quite know how to respond to that. Seriously, there a guy in armor and packing more heat than a fully fueled flamethrower just came out of nowhere, asking for a job?
"Well, technically..." the Slav considered to his comrade, "...stranger things have happened here."
The other gradually nodded. He was right. Hadn't there been a case of this very thing not so long ago? He tried to recall. Yes, yes there had been - some kind of undead guy it had been, right? Wait, no...hadn't it been a robot? Oh, what did it matter? It had happened, this he knew, and that's what mattered.
"Well...we'll need a story, an' see if it checks out," he finally answered Famine, "make sure you're not a rebel 'n disguise...an' we'll need to take ya to th' region'l commander one way'r another - now mind you, this don't mean you're under arrest or nothin', we just can't have a total stranger walkin' in here sans escort - y'understand, right...?"
"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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Isabelle's attack did, in fact, hit. Egregore Device was paying zero attention to her. His focus was entirely upon the fiery tanker charging him. So it was no surprise when he was flung back into another wall for the third time in under a minute, and this time his wounds began to pry on his mind. Before, he had been hopped up on adrenalin and endorphins and had not been able to realize just how much pain he was in right now. The cyborg had a gigantic slash along his chest that was dripping black and yellow ooze, and now that he could actually FEEL the sensations his remaining nerve endings were sending up his spine, he realized a chunk of rock had embedded itself in his left shoulder from one of his encounters from the wall.
However, he didn't exactly have time to heal himself-His automated medical device took time to do its work, and he had a huge fire sword on its way to evicerate him. Priority became surviving the attack at such an odd angle.
Egregore Device raised his mace once more, and one of the fireswords blazing across the tunnel caught it, ripping Egregore Device from his spot in the wall to drag him across a foot or so of space before dumping him flat on his back.
This wasn't good. His enemy appeared to be capable of energy projection from ANY point in nearby space in addition to what had to be potent magical shielding and fire manipulation with a side order of super speed. He had one paltry wound in comparison to the only partially healed bullet-holes in Egregore's chest, a long gouge that was probably going to become infected and a [censored] rock through the shoulder.
It was time to level the playing field. LITERALLY.
Status orange. Dispense "Nuclear Blast" module.
And Egregore Device did just that. He dropped a tiny little module onto the ground, set for proximity activation. The first person to trigger said proximity sensor would receive a nuclear blast not that different from the Warburg varient right in the face. And unfortunately for Flashpoint Zero, he couldn't see the explosive thanks to his very own steamy mist which had risen thanks to his flashy display of pyrotechnics.
Right now though, Egregore Device had to MOVE. Not only was his opponent fast, but in order to keep his energy projection powers at bay he would always have to be moving himself.
He teleported to the far end of the tunnel, opposite of the direction that Flashpoint Zero had headed in, and his combat invisibility disengaged for good this time. He raised his sap stick and started firing it repeatedly in Flashpoint's direction, in an attempt to aggrevate the tanker...
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"Valerie, that is not your sister." the Unteroffizier told the woman sternly, "And she is putting us all in danger right now - you of all people should know that. Now mo-"
A crunch down the tunnel cut her off, signifying the removal of a sewer lid.
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Valerie didn't respond, still watching the metas fighting each other. The crunching sound however got her attention, and she looked around in that direction before looking back debating with herself if it was worth the risk to try and help them. She swore quietly to herself under her breath, knowing there was nothing they could do to help without almost gauranteeing their own capture.
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He teleported to the far end of the tunnel, opposite of the direction that Flashpoint Zero had headed in, and his combat invisibility disengaged for good this time. He raised his sap stick and started firing it repeatedly in Flashpoint's direction, in an attempt to aggrevate the tanker...
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God dammit, how much does it take to put this guy down?, Isabel wondered to herself as she again lifted off the ground and shot off down the tunnel towards the cyborg, wincing as a stray blast from the sap stick tagged her in the arm and made that whole side of her body go numb. With the other hand, she kept firing at the cyborg.
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Famine blinked. It DID work.
"I, my friends, am known as Famine. Bleak Famine. I am a demolitions specialist dedicated in tactical scale nuclear warfare and siege operations. I supply all of my own equipment and am willing to cooperate with local forces or engage as an independent. I am what is colloquially known as a Mercenary..."
Famine didn't even know where he was going with this. What if they accepted him? It's not like he could just up and say he was from another dimension. And if they didn't? It would be a lot harder getting home - with the loot - than before.
This is what he got for speaking without planning.
"I also have an associate with me who has been trained in tandem operations with me for our entire adult lives. And we'd be willing to negotiate a job for a trade of sorts..."
Valerie having overcome herself, the four now took off down the tunnel as well, though unlike the heroes away from the commotion. As much as some of them wanted to stay, even if only to find out what the burning man had meant, thanks to the battle it had become just too dangerous. There was already a boot coming through the open manhole, and any second now the inspector would be in view, see them, and call in the Verejná Bezpečnost.
Too late. The man had slipped. He fell. He saw.
Of course, first it came different, and second than they thought. Moreover, it actually came pleasantly surprising, for the man that had just been placed very forcefully on his hindquarters was none other than the very one they'd been sent to retrieve.
"I think my luck's finally changed." the gray-uniformed man grumbled with a pained grin, the others already helping him up, "Where did you guys come from...?"
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The Slavic VB officer gave a satisfied nod to his comrade, and then the two escorted Famine into the perimeter while they conversed with him. They didn't even ask for his weaponry, knowing full well that if he did turn out to be a rebel, there was enough collective lead around to kill him ten times over. Besides, he didn't seem like he was lying - after all, there were more believable-sounding stories he could've told if he were.
They spoke to him of his similarity with someone they called the Dark Soveriegn, who was apparently a strange fellow and had a penchant for nuclear weaponry as well, and that once the regional commander contacted him, he would probably be more than willing to hire the mercenary and his comrade, having done so with someone else not too long ago.
They soon reached the commanding officer - and with him, someone Famine had probably encountered more than once in his business as a mercenary.
Toy Dispenser.
Who looked...creepily different.
But even before the officer in cobalt-blue ballistic armor managed to say a word to the mercenary, something came across his radio, judging from the way he pressed a hand against the side of his helmet. A moment later, he wore a decidedly nervous expression, hastily bade everyone excuse him, and bolted for the mobile command unit set up across the way.
"Weird." the American VB officer scratched his head, looking to his comrade, "What got into him?"
"Someone found a...camera." the Slavic man made a confused face, seeming to pull that information out of thin air, "It was labeled with a name and address. Arnh...the image is too blurry, I cannot make it out..."
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tátna Zbrojovka
Stewart Island, New Zealand
The demanding ring of a phone upon the large, high-tech desk that formed the centerpiece of the sizeable office shattered the room's relative silence, the man in the comfortable chair behind said desk giving a curious, "Hmmm?"
He did not, however, change the direction the chair currently faced - toward the large windowpanes that allowed clear sight out into the dark, across the black sea in the night, and at the starfield above. Instead, a black-gloved hand reached for the phone, stretched out by arm in a sleeve of like hue.
"Yes?" Teivos simply answered once he'd gotten the receiver to his ear, loose and calm as usual.
"What?!" that loose, usual calm vaporized like a bucket of water on the surface of the sun, the chair nearly perfuming a jump, "Poseidon?! Are you sure? Good. Secure anything you find."
The receiver was back on the phone not a second aftert that.
"Wolfgang!" another shout rang out, this once eleciting a loud crash from just outside the doors, as if something (or someone) heavy had fallen over, "Get the Molvia! Now...!"
"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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Flashpoint Zeo had stopped a split-second after snagging Egregore Device; while impressively strong, even for his massive size, he wasn't so much so that he wouldn't notice the fact that he was now literally carrying his foe. Unfortunately, the momentum he had been depending on to do damage carried him a good distance beyond his enemy after Egregore dropped to the floor.
Turning to blur back down the hallway after Egregore, the big tanker stopped radiating volcanic flames; now that the fight was moving back towards his ally and a possible group of friendlies, or maybe non-combatants- guns or no, the frightened group in grey fatigues looked about as threatening to the big tanker as a cluster of worried bunnies. The foul-smelling mist of vapourized blackwater began to disperse... unfortunately too late to avoid stepping onto the nuclear tripmine.
With the blast, Flashpoint Zeo abruptly found himself being hurled down the hallway, ricocheting and flailing, a massive flaming meteor. His abruptly-erratic movement meant most of the sapstick blasts missed pathetically, and he was slamming into the walls hard enough to spray stone chips in all directions at bullet velocities. Just about anything unlucky enough to get crashed into by the out-of-control tanker would likely be smashed like a bug.
Eventually, he caromed to a thundering halt not far from where the retreating grey-garbed soldiers had found their quarry, around a corner. "Ouch." he commented absently, sounding a bit abstracted. In truth, he was dangerously tired, both physically and mystically. He remained in the heap he had crashed into, struggling to hold onto his defenses and simultaneously muster the energy to activate a small, glowing blue charm from the set he always carried with him.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Not posessing his level of physical durability, Isabel wasn't nearly as lucky as the big tanker in suriving the nuclear blast. Her personal force field saved her from most of the damage of the blast itself, but she got it up too late to prevent herself from being flung down the hallway alongside Flashpoint. Impacting hard against the wall with a sickening crack of bones shattering, she slumped to the floor.
Unlike the tanker who was apparently merely tired, Isabel was barely even breathing. And if nothing was done, she soon might not even be doing that.
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Valerie could stand it no longer. Watching what she assumed was Primal Earth's version of her sister fighting a crazy cyborg was one thing, but seeing her almost killed by said cyborg was quite another. She'd had to watch her sister die once, she refused to do it again. Unless one of those metas could do something for her though, likely all Valerie would be able to do with the contents of the medkit she snatched from the squad's very surprised medic before running over to the fallen meta would be make Isabel's last moments more comfortable.
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Flashpoint Zero got a view of Egregore as he ported in, and the cyborg was much more of a mess than he had initially guessed. Isabel's energy blasts had apparently managed to crack several of his chest modules and rupture large areas of skin-Flashpoint's fire blades hadn't helped one bit, and now there was a large 'lip' of skin hanging down almost a length in foot, revealing that most of his original human organs had been replaced with sacs...filled to the brim with a mixture of black and yellow...ooze. Several of these were ruptured and divulging their contents. While the cyborg could apparently hold up to immense burst damage, his was extremely susceptible to damage inflicted over a long period of time...It hadn't been how powerful the attacks his opponents had used were, it had been the NUMBER of attacks that had been his downfall.
Interior damage: Extensive. Automatic stasis-lock initiating is 3 seconds.
Attempting over-ride. Over-ride failed. Stasis-lock proceeding.
PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: Eliminate Varient. Attempting code black over-ride. Code black over-ride failed. Stasis-lock proceeding.
Calculating optimal attack plan...
Egregore Device had three seconds to finish off his target before he shut down. Although technically there was more than one way to take down a varient. If he could just cause enough brain damage, it was possible he could knock the variation right out of the target's mind, therefore rendering him a non-varient and automatically completing the objective.
Another Vanguard Psi bomb materialized in his hand and instantly detonated, along with a final burst from the sap stick-both nearly at point blank range. And then regardless of what happened, the Cyborg hunched over as his brain ceased functioning and twenty pints worth of black and yellow bile started pouring from the huge hole in his chest.
"Valerie, n-!" the Unteroffizier stopped in mid-shout, eyes wide in surprise as all three of them went down almost at the same time. Against all odds, no one seemed to have won this one - they'd just taken each other out.
"On second thought, forget what I said." she followed up, throwing an arm out to indicate each of the three on succession, "Each of you, grab one. Make that two on the big man."
"Understood." the two others originally with her and Valerie gave confirming nods, the latter already at her 'sister', and ran to Flashpoint and Egregore, the medic to the cyborg, who looked to have taken the most damage.
"Relax." the other told the tanker, bidding him he should turn down the flames, and follow him if he could stand. If not, he'd just pick the man up, and it wasn't quite clear for whom that would be the bigger surprise.
And as the troops gathered everyone together, the Unteroffizier took a deep breath. She unlatched a satchel and produced from it an emergency teleporter, removing from it the primed-and-prepped self-destruct. For a few moments, she but looked in thought at the PDA-like device, knowing full well that by using it she would be compromising the location of one of their bases. Still...
She looked at Valerie.
Yes, it had to be done, and not just for her. These people, whoever or whatever they were, knew what had happened to the Reichsman after he'd disappeared through that portal all those years ago. Not only that, they might even be able to...
Whoa there, hold it. You're getting ahead of yourself. One thing at a time.
"Here we go." she sighed, and let the device activate its sequence. The next time Isabel and Egregore - and due to the psi bomb maybe Flashpoint too - awoke, they would find themselves in a rather familiar hospital setting.
Only unfortunately for any who thought the events before them going out cold were a dream brought on by some delirium would of course find they were not so - for the 'hospital' was in some deep-bunker, the walls cold and gray, unpainted reinforced concrete.
Moreover, everybody around them seemed to be in some sort of hurry...
"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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Isabel came back to consciousness with some surprise. She'd thought her injuries too severe for that, that she'd be waking up in the afterlife. She had a vague memory of someone who seemed strangely familiar kneeling down beside her with a medkit, but beyond that nothing. If she were to be honest with herself she would actually feel a little disappointed that she wasn't dead.
Rolling over slowly, or at least attempting to, she realised she was in a hospital of sorts. Fairly reasonable place to be after almost dying, really. Still she had to wonder, given that her vision was still too blurry to make out anything more than general shapes, if she was in a hospital somewhere on Axis Amerika Earth or back in Paragon somehow. She knew the mediporters worked in some other dimensions so it was possible at least, wasn't it?
((Valerie would presumably be caught up in whatever they were hurrying for, can't really post for her without more details than Devious likes to give out. 
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((Then ask. Or just make stuff up. I am in no way disinclined to have other people build here. 
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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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Flashpoint Zeo went from catatonic- he had entered a healing trance when he failed to activate the energizing charm he had been straining for, and the psi bomb had washed over his dormant brain like water over a rock- to full flame, blitzing around the hospital room three times before the echo of his big boots hitting the floor had time to bounce back.
Satisfied at the lack of deathtrap, he glanced back and noticed Isabel was upright. "Good. Are here." he commented, nodding to Isabel. He took a deep breath and concentrated, his flames suddenly going a brilliant green, fat yellow sparks spraying out as his wounds closed and even his armour sealed shut.
"Better." he said, then noticed Egregore still unconscious on the table. "Great. Idiot here too. Have been awake long enough to find out where have been dragged?" he asked Isabel, wandering over to position himself near the doorway.
If anybody popped through with hostile intentions, it would fairly quickly go rather hard for them. The big tanker might be incredibly durable and fast, but he hadn't lasted this long in the supers game by being stupid.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Sorry I haven't posted lately, holidays have me at gunpoint ))
Zach watched the three metas fight, trying to make theories about why they would at all. He listened to the conversation of the locals also, and was slowly catching on. Apparently Isabelle looked like Vallerie's sister, which was impossible of course.
So he stood there, sword at his side, deciding to not take action, due to not knowing what they were actually fighting about. Well, he was neutral until te cyborg popped a Psi Bomb.
Zach whistled loudly and retreated behind the Axis troops, droping his sword in the sheath at his side. When they had finally stopped, and saw that Isabelle and the flaming tank were with them. He stopped and took a breather, about to ask what was going on when the teleporter activated, sending them to the hospital.
After recovering from his post-port-dizziness to look around. He looked around quickly, and saw that the cybrog, tanker and Isabelle were there. He stroe up to the tanker, and indicated the cyborg by jerking his head slightly. "Why were you guys at each others throats?"
"Something I would like to know as well." a Germanic accent entered the room along with its owner - an abnormally tall man that could've been a 5th Column Krieger, garbed in the same gray uniform as the other soldiers around here, modeling that of traditional Axis America soldiers, but without the 5th's logo or face mask.
Flanked by several more, the man extended a gloved hand to Flashpoint Zero, as he stood closest to the door, "My name is Kommandant Kruger. A pleasure to finally meet you. At least..."
He glanced a moment at the Unteroffizier to his left side - the same woman that had commanded the troop in the sewers - then looked back at the tanker, "...I hope so. By bringing you here, our position has been compromised. We are presently evacuating. I pray what you have to tell us is worth it. We do not have many places left to hide from the Dark Sovereign."
"And yes, it would be Kimmandant Krieger Kruger." he added with a sigh when he saw the look from Zach, "I would appreciate that you get any amusement on part of my name out of the way now. We have business to discuss. I assume you know what we would like to know of you...?"
"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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"Great. Idiot here too. Have been awake long enough to find out where have been dragged?"
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Isabel started to say something in response, but was interrupted by the entrance of the one who was presumably responsible for their rescue and recovery. Ok, so not back in Paragon then. Oh well.
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"We have business to discuss. I assume you know what we would like to know of you...?"
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"Honestly? Not a clue", Isabel replied, lowering the glowing hand she'd reflexively pointed at him the moment the door opened. "Thanks for saving us though, thought I was dead for a moment there."
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The first thing that happened was his brain switching back on.
Egregore Device's body, still on the infirmary table, suddenly started to hum. Very loudly. It approached the same volume of noise produced by a mdeium-sized turbine before gradually fading away.
Next he woke up.
One of the modules embedded in his chest suddenly rose several centimeters and cracked open. The effect of this was not immediately apparent, because all it seemed to do was throw sparks everywhere. The infirmary lights also flickered a few times as this happened.
He opened his eyes.
Egregore Device suddenly projectile vomitted a gigantic glob of black and yellow bile onto the ceiling, where it stuck. He had apparently regained all of the bile he had lost in the fight.
He groaned very softly before jerking upright and looking around, his eyes settling on the nearby crowd. He did not recall any of them. Stasis-lock sometimes caused minor brain damage in the form of recent memory loss. The furthest back he could remember was the portal suddenly exploding.
"Where is here and who the hell are all of you?" He said, getting to his feet.
Flashpoint Zeo glanced down at the smaller man who had arrived. Admittedly, almost everyone was smaller than the massive tanker, but anyways...
"In business where assumptions unwise." he said. "But is safe guess that Reichsmann subject of questions." Then Egregore woke up.
"Pity physical trauma fails to cure stupid." Flashpoint commented. "Am Flashpoint Zeo. Was attacked by you without reason in sewers. Currently occupying Axis Amerika dimension... someplace." he told the cyborg.
The big tank stretched a little, elbows brushing the ceiling. "Cannot give much info on Reichsmann. Was only peripheral part of fight. Reichsmann fought counterpart almost to standstill- was impressive. Unfortunately, rest of Reichsmann's team not so impressive, got curb-stomped by alternates, then Reichsmann gang-beaten by entire team. Rest of Reichsmann's forces obliterated by concerted joint effort by other supers, including self. Reichsmann now popsicle under bombed-out section of city." Flashpoint summarized.
Of course, knowing that the Reichsmann was under a bombed out-section of city didn't help whoever these people were much- even if they connected the dots that Statesman was the Reichsmann's alternate- not much of a leap, admittedly- and that he had been based in Paragon... there was a lot of bombed-out real estate in Paragon City, and if these were, indeed, Nazi sympathizers, it would take them decades to dig up enough of the city to find the Reichsmann.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
OOC:
Is Flashpoint still speaking in such a way that every human hears him speak their native language?
((like I said, it's totally involuntary on his part. There's no 'off' switch. If he's talking, it's heard in the listener's native language. And just as an FYI, actually succesfully blasting it out of him would be a really, really, really bad idea, would violently derail this RP, kill Flashpoint Zeo, and probably every living thing on that planet eventually. So it's not going to happen))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
OOC:
Mainly because the melting point of most common metals alone is on average above 1800 degrees kelvin. I find myself skeptical that you can generate anywhere from two to three times that amount of heat to INSTANTLY make a metalic solid go to liquid and then into gaseous form. It's reasonable to think the bullets would have been reduced to molten slabs-but I just can't comprehend how much concentrated heat it would take to melt even simple bullets down that fast. Makes my head spin.
Hence, why I thought a shotgun would work. The bullets may melt but then you're stuck with blazing hot metal slabs in your guts. Apparently I was wrong.
BIC:
Of course, Egregore's Combat invisibility hid him almost immediately after being attacked, only suppressing for a brief moment if he himself assault a target. And from her total focus hitting nothing but air, it was fairly safe to conclude the cyborg had teleported-After all, it wasn't like cloaking would let him dodge after being smacked into a wall.
His cloaking suppressed once again as he reappeared behind Flashpoint Zero, sap stick and chain-blade mace in hand, both coming down on the tanker's shoulders. Not only could the sap stick potentially shut down his fire shielding temporarily, but the adaptive acid cartridges in the chain-mace could very well eat into and weaken his superior resistances to damage.