I like it! 
Looks like Doulos has some competition for the title of creative genius 
nice1 Power, always a nice read
Shnyet AWAY
Very good!
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I like it!
Looks like Doulos has some competition for the title of creative genius
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Competition ha! I already have mine they won't give me another... 
I hope swat does get it cause this is really nice stuff.
Very nice, loving this series.
Great stuff mate 
Ooooh! This is building up into a really great story .
�How do I like my MMOs? I like them the way Paragon Studios used to make them.� - a fitting tribute from kiasa.org
EU, Union mostly.
Part 7, for your delight and delectation...
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There comes a point in every sceptics life where something catches him just so, arousing a sort of mini-epiphany, bringing a lump to the throat and generally making him realise what a fool hes been.
This is what happened to PowerMed in the minutes after the message was broadcast from the Precision Rangers HQ.
From his lofty position above Skyway City, Jon Coombes used his armours systems to keep track of his ground team, but within a half an hour that had become nigh impossible as the ground below was flooded with heroes of the coalition.
Nobody had told them to come to Skyway, so he could only assume that there were others elsewhere, but from his vantage point the could see dozens of heroes making efficient sweeps across the ground and skyline, seeking out his team-mates.
It was almost enough to make him feel guilty for being such a grump - but in reality only succeeded in making him want to join the coalition himself. He resolved to make enquiries once their task was done.
He switched to local broadcast. Attention all heroes in Skyway City. PowerSWAT and PowerMed-RS remain missing. I am attempting to coordinate the search, so would any teams or individuals please make any information available to me. Our control team is setting up a mobile base at the train station. Thankyou.
A string of responses flooded the channel from various sources - unknowns spouting such things as whos PowerSWAT? and Whered you put them down last? along with coalition teams sounding their agreement. Ten minutes later, Coombes was back at the station base checking in with the Grey Haired man.
No sign yet, Sir, but this is a big bit of real estate. Med sighed as he removed his helm, laying it on the desk as an office boy turned adjutant brought him a coffee. They might not even be here.
Correct. There are teams all across Paragon, however. Ive had contact from a number of heroes all of whom have dedicated themselves to helping us out, barring other incidents. Weve set up bases like this in Steel Canyon, Talos Island and Kings Row too. Various people are on top of the situation - I understand that the current Commander of the Rangers is overseeing the search in the more dangerous areas like Striga and Peregrine Island, using a cadre of their highest ranking members. The base of the Union Overlords has a ritual team working now on finding them. We
The suited man was cut off by a loud voice. Enemy forces APROACHING! The entire base turned to see a pair of Super Trolls running over the bridge toward them. Panic ensued amongst the less combat-savvy staff, but was short lived as fiery bolts appeared out of nowhere, knocking the trolls from their feet. A wave of bright blue energy followed the fire, lifting the trolls from the ground and spilling them over the platforms edge to the city floor below.
Could SWAT have returned? No, it was someone else. A pair of heroes meandered up to the startled men - one decked in armour reminiscent of the original PowerSWAT unit, the other seemingly made entirely of metal, with a painted on crosshair emblem on its chest. The first one removed his helm.
Good evening, gentlemen. Pleased to make your acquaintance. The mans voice was heavy with a European accent - Scottish if Med guessed correctly, but he was no good at British regional tongues. The other remained impassive, looking from side to side as if expecting another attack.
Erm thanks, I think. Jon Coombes - PowerMed. Im handling the search op. Youre here to help?
They call me Devidose, and yes - well, sort of. Ive been searching since the call went out - I live here in Skyway. SWAT and I share armoury duty at Ranger HQ sometimes. Doulos has had all the gadget oriented Rangers share responsibility for the place. The man looked a little sore on the subject for some reason, but went on. Stainless Steel here has been helping me. Hes not quite as fast as me, but weve covered the whole area now I think. Not a sign to be seen, except this
Devidose held out a military cut great coat to an adjutant, who began scouring the pockets. He was looking glum, about to admit defeat, when the steel mans hand shot out, holding a wallet. Looking for this?
Ignoring the fact that Stainless Steel had no pockets to have been keeping the wallet in, Coombes took it. This belongs to RS. Can you take one of our teams to where you found it? The rangers nodded. Splendid. Well see if we can get some psychic help from the Overlords. Youve been a great help. Now we just have to find the actual people
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Red, blue, green. Colours danced and swirled in his vision. Drugs coursed through his body, pumped by a weakening heart. Questions assaulted his ears which his voice answered, unwanted but unhindered.
There was nothing he could do
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The warehouse looked quiet. At this early hour of the morning that was to be expected, but there was something about the place
A telltale glow escaped from a mid-wall window, from an un-painted sliver of glass. The light within was soft and yellow, like a childs bedside lamp. Anathema.
SWAT climbed up on a stack of crates by the side of the building and eased himself along a narrow ledge until he could see through. Everything was dark except for the pool of light in the middle.
A chair. And Matt Price bound to it, head lolled to one side.
PowerSWAT was unsure of the course he should take. Rush in? It was almost certainly a trap, and even if not, the perpetrators would be expecting something. Perps were like that, and SWAT had no idea how many of them were within.
Dropping himself back down to the ground, Pete huddled himself out of sight behind the crates, fishing out his communicator. Replacing the power cell meant that the Rangers and his own controllers would be able to locate him, but needs must, as they say.
Control, control, this is SWAT, come in?
The tight burst-transmission found its way across Paragon to the Skyway field HQ. This is control. Baker, where the hell are you? Get back to base immediately for a full debriefing!
Negative Control. I am on the trail of the labs saboteur and have located PowerMed-RS. A force of unknown size and composition are holding him in Sirens Call.
PowerSWAT, we have your location. We will dispatch a team immediately. You are to return to Atlas Park immediately, however.
Nega very well control. Ill wait here for the rescue team - dont want him moved while were not looking.
Baker switched the channel immediately. He didnt want them arguing the point, and as he saw it, hed be in enough trouble as it was. Matt was in there, hurting probably, and although the guy was an arrogant son of a sea cook that was no reason to let him suffer needlessly. SWAT flipped to the Coalition frequency.
Morning all this is PowerSWAT of the Rangers. Need a rescue team in Sirens. Anyone
SWATs voice trailed off as he heard movement. Someone was coming! Ducking as far back as he could into the recess between the crates and the wall, he silently wished for the patrol - or whatever it was - to go away.
Clunk, whir, clunk, whir - it sounded like Byte after a long battle. The steps slowed, accompanied by a protracted whining. SWAT was tempted to peek, to see what was occurring, but never got the chance.
From the other side of the crate came a metal monstrosity, a creature of grey-green synthetics, with glowing red optical lenses in a bizarre mirror of Bakers own optic implant. Stamped in bold letters across the top of its chest was the word DOULOS
It raised a blaster, pointed right at his chest ..