hi there, my character Gauisus Somnium has a very dark past indeed, as i think about one or two people know fully. I have not taken part in a militia as yet but i really wanted to try one out, if it means making an alt or anything i don't mind i got tons of space.
@leprechaun.
Gauisus Somnium is my main
lvl 25 dark/dark scrapper with fly and health/swift
has his own SG (soon to dissapear) the brotherhood of Shadow
IC he is a nice guy, feels very strongly about human rights and would kill friends mercilessly if he had heard of them abusing women or children, simple... oh and blokes too i guess.
I may have gotten totally the wrong idea with this, if so please tell me, but there are a lot of things to do with Jack's past which, if came to light, would i think put him in view of a death sentence in America.
Sorry if as i said i am completely out of it with this, if not, hope i can help 
If I get it right... he's hoping for some 'do gooders' or atleast people that would investigate/fight "The Militia"
@ShadowGhost & @Ghostie
The Grav Mistress, Mistress of Gravity
If you have nothing useful to say, you have two choices: Say something useless or stay quiet.
hmmm well only lvl 25 but i'll try lol, anyone else?
damn it, why are you guys on Union... this is a fantastic idea and would have loved to have taken part with my SG Patriot Brigade but we're on Defiant.
As I understand it, what we're looking for are both new Militia members (we always want more Militia members! 
) and outside heroes/groups interested in taking part in our big RP plot. Level 25 is actually a little bit high at present, but easily workable.
For my part:
The Portent will of course be on the illegal side of the divide - he doesn't recognise the authority of the law or government and will fight to protect Dragonfly and others from capture. However, he's pretty picky about the people he teams up with, and he doesn't like killers at all.
One question though, does anyone know if there was ever a plan for the true nature of the Ministry, or are we making is up as we go along? 
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
well... what kinda lvl are you guys?
Well most of the regualr players/ non-alts are level 18-22
oh ok... when u guys catch me up can u say? i am not grinding Gau atm and i have always wanted to do some IC mish, although i am afraid i couldn't do much to help this without help, my char is not PVP, very PVE based, as i said though, would be happy to do it if more people signed up
I would love to be involved in this, unfortunatly I have not been able to get into any IC teams and would like to learn more.
My main chars are all on Defiant but I have been developing several chars(most lvl 10-12) on Union in a bid to get into RPG.
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One question though, does anyone know if there was ever a plan for the true nature of the Ministry, or are we making is up as we go along?
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The Minister is a good guy. He's just missing, along with his agents. Better if I let that part of the plot unfold later?
Already, all the city newspapers are printing the true story of Sabrina San and are requesting her arrest, along with The Militia entire. Next thursday should lead from here. And we may all end up with a court summoning.
Later when I get the time, I'll post a caption from one newspaper so we all know what they're likely to be printing.
Is there an IC thread for this?
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Is there an IC thread for this?
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This thread will surfice.
IC:
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Chinese Fugitive Behind A Mask! - #Paragon Times
... she claims to have originally visited Paragon City on a mission; in search of an ancient sword, but it is believed that she did in fact, flee from China seeking refuge here in America. Adopting the codename Dragonfly to pursue a costumed crimefighting career...
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Codename Dragonfly Hides Out in Paragon! - #Heroic News
... after escaping her death sentence in China, her case has been passed over to American authorities. She is expected in court on the 12th and on the 14th...
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Asian Heroine Commits Genocide! - #Paragon Spy - Magazine of the Year.
... female hero known as Dragonfly, only nineteen years of age faces severe charges of genocide...
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Militia Accused! - #Galaxy City Courtroom
... and so the hero organisation known as The Militia are due to appear in court this Thursday for their affiliation with Sabrina San. They're facing charges of aiding, abetting and sheltering an international fugitive...
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Justin froze at the paperbox, his gaze transfixed on the headlines.
"Oh god!"
He dropped a quarter into the machine and pulled out a copy.
The Portent sat in his hideout, his head in his hands. Around him, the tools of his trade hummed softly as they processed data, cross-referenced evidence, built the framework upon which his mission rested. He paid them no attention. Lost in thought, he stared at the floor, trying to come to terms with the wreck of his existence.
"Going brilliantly well, isn't it?"
The Portent ignored the voice.
"Why can't you accept the facts here? You know there's a way out. A way that's always been open. I can make all the pain and doubt go away. Just give me what I want."
The Portent raised his head. "You don't want anything," he barked irritably at the room at large. "You're a figment of my imagination. You don't exist."
"So you say. Well, you just opened your mouth and spoke to this 'figment.' What does that tell us about your mental state?"
The Portent sighed. "Maybe I am crazy. But I will never, ever give in to what you represent."
"Stubborn fool. I can solve all your problems - Jervis, the evidence, police. I can get you out of this city."
The Portent gritted his teeth, remaining silent.
"What else will you-"
"*Keyword: Militia.*"
The Portent looked up at the sound from across the room as one of the monitors on the wall switched to a newsfeed.
"...ago the Militia were praised for their efforts in defeating the 'Clockwork King.' Now, serious allegations made by the Paragon City Police Department suggest that there may be trouble ahead for these so-called heroes."
The Portent sat bolt upright, staring at the screen.
"Asian vigilante Sabrina San was sentenced to death in China for multiple counts of murder, and extradited from Paragon City to face that punishment. Now, official sources state that she escaped and is being harboured by the Militia, under the alias 'Dragonfly.'
"PPD sources that they have issued an arrest warrant for San, and that investigations have been launched into the general operation and membership of the Militia. Some allege that suspicions already exist of members with long-standing gang ties, to the Outcasts and other organisations, and-"
The Portent rose to his feet, picking up his helmet from the desk. As he glanced around the room before putting it on, a different man looked out from his eyes.
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
Outside a shopping mall in Kings Row, two ladies pushing shopping trollies across the car park discuss recent events.
"I'm serious Katie, its old news around these parts; villains posing as heroes"
"That girl saved my daughter's life once Mary"
"And the big fluffy one rescued my cat, big deal. You only have to look around you to see the truth: they... got... BUSTED! Rumour has it she wiped out an entire town in China! And they're ALL like that, one of them deals drugs, did you hear about that?"
"Yes, but honestly, you can't believe everything you hear"
"He lives in the Hollows for goodness sakes, once a member of the Outcast gangs too. Makes you wonder what else the Police will dig up on them."
She reached her car and began offloading her shopping into the boot.
"Mary, you've said enough."
"Well, we'll see who's right tomorrow when she.. oh my god Katie!"
"What?"
"I swear I just saw her."
Katie followed her gaze to a rooftop where Dragonfly was indeed stood.
"What dyu think she might have heard us?"
"She's not looking our way but come on, lets get the heck out of here! Hurry"
"You and your big old mouth woman"
Dumping their shopping without care, the two scurry into their cars, driving off amidst clouds of smoke.
September 11th
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks Home.
Derek was bolting back and fourth through his small apartment picking up clothes and other personal affects as he ran past them. He stuffed them all in a backpack that he was holding in his hand.
F**k! He exclaimed and gathered up some more things before stopping and thinking of what stuff he had already packed. Clothes, canned food, four large hunting knives, a black Glock17 and ammo for it, some more clothes and his wallet.
He was reading the newspaper article over again as he picked up his newly purchased cell-phone, dialled a number and hit the call button. "The Militia Accused! ...heroine known as Dragonfly... ...genocide accusations... ...Derek Holden...
former gang member... ...dealing drugs...
hero brutality
" The article, even the whole paper, went on in the same fashion naming different Militia members and hanging them out as vicious criminals. The phone was ringing on the other end and was soon picked up.
Yeah, Drummonds shop. Ya need a bike?
Yes, Drums. I need a bike. Delivered back home. And I want you to deliver it personally. Now. Derek closed the lid on his phone before Drummond had a chance to reply. He new the PPD could be monitoring his phone.
He took one last look at his apartment, turned to leave but stopped and turned around into the apartment again. He went into the kitchen and picked a pen out of a drawer. He found an old envelope and wrote a message. He wrote Ive gone back home now. He new the cops would raid his apartment and he new they would question his sister about the note and his sister new where his home was, since he couldnt afford to make yet another call he figured it safer if the police told his sister where he was. He liked the irony. He left the note in plain sight on the sitting room table and left the house. He wrapped a piece of maroon cloth over his mouth and nose as a mask and put his shades on as he took the stairs down two steps at a time. He put a hooded sweater on before he went out on the street. He peered around to see if anyone was looking for him, this anyone being Paragons finest. Satisfied with seeing no one he stepped out on Cherry Hill Road and started running home.
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Kirk Dougwall was standing on the corner almost in plain sight, in front of Dereks house. He was wearing a dirty trench coat over his PPD uniform and radioed in that he had visual contact with the suspect. The response was a warning that the suspect was armed and dangerous and that he should proceed with caution, should he attempt to make an arrest. He radioed over and out and snorted at the idea. It was a seventeen year old kid hero or no hero, what danger could he pose. He took of the dirty coat and threw it on a fire burning in an old oil barrel and ran off to intercept the suspect.
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Derek had just rounded a corner and was measuring the height of the drop down into the Gulch when a night-stick hit him with full force on his thigh. He fell head first down on the pavement and turned his head to his right to see a pair of polished black shoes and a pair of pants with a easily recognised colour. Paragons finest.
He put his hands on the ground next to his shoulders and before the police officer had time to react he swung his legs in a wide arch and flipped himself over on his back at the same time. His legs swept the officers legs away and he crashed to the ground. Derek made an acrobatic flip and was up on his feet, he aimed a punch at the officers head but the blow was deflected by the night-stick. The officer swung his weapon at Derek and the blow got him stumbling a few steps backwards giving the police time to stand up.
The officer reached for his gun, pulled it out of the holster in the same second Derek regained his balance and saw what was about to happen. During the split second the police took aim at the close ranged target, Derek placed his feet on the ground getting a solid grip on the surface. The gun went of and Derek jumped, towards the police but downwards towards the ground. The bullet barely missed his shoulder and left a track searing pain as it travelled alongside the entire length of Dereks back. Derek hit the ground and made a roll, got up on his feet and before the automated pistol could fire another round Dereks right hand claws where sticking out the back of the police officer.
The claws had entered through the ribcage, breaking of a few ribs, went straight through the lungs and heart of the officer and out his back. Blood was pouring out of the wound and the police took a few strained gasps for air, coughed some blood that landed in Dereks face and then slumped to the ground as Derek slid the claws back out. He took his mask of and wiped away some of the blood on his face before wiping of the claws and retracting them. He threw the bloody piece of cloth on the ground and stood there for a few seconds going through the whole scenario that hadnt lasted even a whole minute.
His hands where shaking while he was trying to convince himself that it was him or the police. Either he killed this cop or the cop would have killed him. He didnt feel the numbness in his thigh or the searing pain in his back where the bullet had passed. He made the jump down into the Gulch and continued his way home.
((sheeett, you killed a cop.. this is getting reeeal interesting))
Auric Allbright was thoroughly enjoying the Annual Crey ball and dinner. He had already won a considerable amount playing Backgammon and had, at least, broke even on Roulette. And now he was at the head table, enjoying a rare vintage Champagne with the Countess and various heads of security, research, and public relations.
His one niggling problem was the man known as Force Commander, sometime tactitian and even (if they has such a thing) leader of the Militia. The commander was somewhat popular, apparently with entirely reasonable political ethics (even if his carousing could be critised personally), and with an uncanny ability to uncover some of the less scrupulous aspects of Crey's research.
He had his supsicions who this man might be. Two years ago.. in Switzerland... the village of Audenweiz... the F.A.B. project. A disaster, ruined by the investigations of the European Mutagenics Agency. At least no incriminating evidence was left behind. The very man who was a thorn in his side back then appeared to be working in a very similar manner right now, but in a more personal and driven way.
But now he had a plan. As the conversation on the table turned to the Commander and how to divert his investigations, Auric permitted himself a wry smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen... I believe I have the answer!".
He reached into his Tuxedo Jacket, and tossed the holo-crystal onto the centre of the table. The image briefly flickered in pale green light...
"MUTANT TERRORIST OF AUDENWEIZ EXPOSED!"
As the presentation played, wry and chilling smiles appeared throughout the table. None more cold or machevellian than Auric himself...
[TBC]
((would be nice if Gau could talk to one of you IC bout this if possible))
"so...," Jack sighed, and looked back at the papers, leaning leisurely on his desk and looking at Dan who was pacing the room avoiding some broken tables littering the floor, "what do we do?"
"i don't know," said Stone shrugging, "you heard one killed a cop? and i know some of this to be true, maybe out of context but..." He stopped as he saw Jack raise an eyebrow, "oh come on Jack it's not as if you have a clean slate Mr Ripper, for God's sake if they found out about your past you would be in the same trouble as them."
Jack sighed, "i know i know i know, but what do we do? what does the brotherhood do, do we go against the police? or do we help," a table exploded in the corner, "hells sake i don't even know how to help if i wanted to."
"you think you can talk with one of them?" said Dan, leaning against the window sill of the class.
"maybe, if i could talk to one and find out what is happeneing, but will they even talk to me until i choose sides, you know the pressure the brotherhood is under at the moment Dan, we are hardly in the all clear what with the circle and people are talking, do we want to be part of that? We all know the brotherhood is not as leagal as we would hope, longbow and the PPD ignore us but they can't if our background gets out in the open, if they found out about myself... or the massacres... or any of that the good lord only knows what would happen." Jack sighed, "i need to talk to them, i will try and find someone tonight"
Tom a.k.a. Hyper Cat is sat in Officer Reids PPD office reading Derek Holdens case notes, although he isnt really all that interested, he hates these sessions with Officer Reid, telling him who he can and cant kill. There is a constant ticking in the back of his mind telling him his kill rate is dropping, which needs to be appeased. But Tom knows that if he doesnt adhere to these guidelines then he will end up back in prison, where is kill rate will suffer greatly. But then officer Reid gets a phone call and says something that brings Toms attention back into the room:
Officer Reid
News just in, this ones a Cop Killer, so you can bring him in dead or alive!
Tom
Where is he?
Officer Reid
He was last seen in Hollows, heading through the Gulch, but be caref
Tom didnt hear anything after that, he was out of the building before he finished his sentence. The chance to kill a hero and Derek Holden at that! WOOOOAAAAH!
Tom is in the Gulch within minutes and picks up Dereks trail soon after, but half the fun is in the chase, so Tom stalks Derek through the Gulch with the hope it will lead to more heroes he can kill.
12:30 - 30 minutes till the hearing. Kings Row.
"I hide behind a mask for a reason.. now we all know why huh? Sabrina."
Justin had managed to sneak up behind Dragonfly at her usual training spot.
"We all have secrets.. Justin"
She continued her training in silence.
"Police are looking for you."
"I know."
Suddenly, five policemen appear up from the fire escapes.
"Sabrina San, you're under arrest"
"Took you people long enough. Two hours just to locate little old me, no wonder people like us do your jobs for you."
The officers took offence.
"You have the right to remain silent"
"Anything you say can be used against you in the court of Law" Dragonfly mocked. "Cut the [censored]"
One officer approached her with handcuffs.
"Touch me and god be my witness I will strike you down!" The officer froze in his tracks. "I've been to Galaxy City before, I'll make my own way thank you."
With that, she disappeared.
"I think you upset her" said Justin.
"Whatever, come on boys, if she doesn't show up in court, we'll be as fried as K.F.C!"
"Erm, officer, can I get a lift with you guys?"
"Whatsamatter freak? Can't fly?" The officers laughed loudly before disappearing down the fire escapes.
"It's not that.. I just never been to Galaxy City before."
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12:46 - 14 minutes till the hearing. Galaxy City.
From atop the Galaxy Girl statue, Dragonfly could make out the sea of journalists swarming about the Court. She teleported directly inside.
At the lobby, her attirney came bobbing along.
"Good Morning" he smiled shyly. Dragonfly roller her eyes and made for the great doors that opened into the main courtroom.
Two guards ushered her into the courtroom, everyone but the judge was already in place. Calm and collected, she catwalked down the isle with the grace of tiger and the air of a warrior princess. Through the mask of her Militia uniform, she scanned the public seating hoping for a glance at her fellow teammates.
The Portent landed on the courthouse roof, found a good hiding-spot over Dragonfly's courtroom, and set up his microphones to listen in.
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
((Militia, I have sent the table-meeting of Wednessday 13th to the following PM addresses: Derek Holden, Cognito, Dante, Wolfram, Dutch Barbarian, Lotus X and ShadowCrown. Hope I haven't missed anybody, looking forward to your contribution to whats written so far (yes, feel free to edit/add to it) and participation tomorrow.))
The motorbikes small engine screamed as it rounded the corner, its rider keeping it at a 45 degree angle. It was travelling slightly above the speed limit, but not quite fast enough to attract the attention of any nearby cops. The most important thing, Saffron reminded herself, was not to draw any attention.
She had been in a lecture when the news broke but it hadnt taken long for it to filter down to her, the whole campus was talking about it. Her immediate reaction was to run. Shed been halfway through packing a bag when she stopped to think. Shed always worn a mask. She knew how her mother would react if she knew what shed been up to so shed always hidden her true identity in case of events like this. She breathed out. There were only three people outside of the team who knew about her other career and they wouldnt sell her out. She was safe. For now.
Calm reigned for about thirty seconds until she remembered Derek strutting around proudly. Hed never worn a mask, never even taken an alias. With his background, hed be the first they went after. Saffron resumed her panic, grabbing her jacket from the door and heading down to the parking lot. She didnt notice her cell-phone lying on the dressing table with one missed call showing.
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Saffron had parked her bike up outside of Dereks apartment and forced her way in. She knew that she could have leapt to Eastgate far faster than her bike but the main priority now was to keep a low profile.
Dereks place was a mess. Hed always been untidy but this was something else, as if someone had ransacked the place. Derek was obviously long gone, smart enough to disappear the moment the news hit. Saffron was temped to cry but struggled to keep it in. She wanted to strangle Sabrina for this mess but that little troublemaker had probably gone to ground as well. She pushed thoughts of her team out of her head and concentrated on the search. A crumpled note found near the doorway indicated that Derek had gone home but she had no idea where that was.
As she left the building, she wondered where to go next. The only person whod ever had trouble with the police in the past had been Tara. She reached for her cell phone only to discover it missing. Not sure what to do, she mounted her bike and headed for the only place she could think of finding her.
She didnt notice the police cruiser sat in the nearby alleyway, watching her as she left.
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I came as soon as I saw the news, said Tara, sipping her drink. I figured youd need a hand but I would have thought you would have called first.
I think I left my phone back in my dorm, said Saffron sheepishly. Tara pulled a face that said it all.
So what now little lady? she asked. Your teams divided, wanted and hunted by the police. Your friends either on the run or locked up. Whatcha gonna do?
Saffron stared at the table. I dont know, she said after a while. I mean, we were put together by this Minister bloke. Maybe he has some answers
Sounds like a plan, said Tara, downing the remainder of her drink, but you better come up with a faster one quick.
What do you mean? said Saffron, confused.
The Amber Banshee? came a voice from behind her shoulder. Please come with us.
Saffron turned slowly in her seat. Behind her stood two men in suits. One was holding out a badge for her to look at. She swallowed hard and made to get up. It was then that she saw Tara smiling to herself. The room seemed to get darker somehow, shadows gathering around her friend.
The cops calm demeanour shattered as black tentacles erupted from the floor beneath them, wrapping themselves around the policemen, holding them fast. Saffron gasped then looked over at Tara, who was on her feet. Tara grabbed her wrist and pulled at her.
What are you waiting for girl!? RUN!
Saffron jumped up and ran with Tara towards the other end of the club. Tara waved at the barman as they approached.
Dan, emergency! she yelled. The barman stood to one side and kicked open the entrance to the cellar. The girls leapt over the bar and down the stairs into the basement. Saffron had just enough time to see the cops struggling with the dark tentacles before darkness itself consumed them both.
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Saffron opened her eyes and looked around her. She was lying on a bed in a darkened room. The room was coloured in dark reds and purples, various clothes lay scattered across the floor. It did not take much to realise that she was in Taras bedroom.
As the memories of the last few hours came flooding back to her, she jumped out of the bed in a panic. She remembered running, a drop, a boat, then nothing.
She listened for any trouble but there was silence about her. There were no sirens, no stomping of feet coming to carry her off. She remembered Tara saying that she was taking her somewhere safe but that didnt make sense. She knew that Tara lived in Kings Row and certainly nowhere in Paragon City could be considered safe for her now. She opened the door to the bedroom and stepped outside.
The large room beyond seemed to hold the rest of the house. But there didnt seem to be anyone about. At the end of the room, a door led out onto a balcony. Frightened of where Tara may have led her, but deeply curious to know where she was, she opened it.
The view beyond sent shockwaves through her. The sky was coloured deep red by the setting sun, its pale light illuminating the skyline. Ramshackle houses crowded together on a ragged coastline, gathered around the gothic tower in which she stood. Looking upwards, an ancient clock kept the time while a giant courtyard sprawled out below her. And in the distance stood a fortress of steel and stone and on top of that fortress flew a familiar red and black flag. Tears ran freely down Saffrons face as she looked out over the landscape of what could only be Mercy Isle.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
OOC: Hi everyone, I am a member of the Militia Roleplay Supergroup and I will be hosting a major plot over the next few weeks. This post is intended to recruit individual heroes or better yet, one or two supergroups with whom the Militia wishes to undertake this plot.
The general outline for this plot is that certain members of the Militia have dark pasts are uncovered by the Paragon Police and FBI, which throws the entire team of heroes under suspicion*. The matter is worsened when the sponsor and founders of the team appear to be missing, this then arouses further speculations about the motives of this so called Militia. Accusations are thrown, which leads to a public outcry and forces one or two members of the team to flee. As outlaws, a bounty is placed for their capture and this causes most of Paragon's heroes and even villains from the Rogue Isle to hunt down the supergroup entire.
This will idealy take place over the next few Thursday afternoon and evenings, and will involve several meetings, maybe some missions, but most likely and perhaps obvious, battles in PvP zones.
So whos interested in playing some part in this story?
Please leave your contact details, full credentials, superpowers or abilities and any Supergroup affiliations.
Thanks.