((Hyper Cat - not really your typical hero, more of an anti-hero, but without a cause. Just needs to kill and damn good at it! As you can see from my accounts he is only a hero because it suits his need to kill))
((So long as you know heroes aren't allowed to kill. In-game, defeated foes are teleported to Ziggursky Penitentiary))
Extrisity hacked into the hosital network just to get the latest update, after his initial freeze up, he was [censored]. "The New Mafia will pay for this, shooting teammates is not acceptable." He began accessing the Miltia mainframe to look at the data on the new mafia. "I'll find you, if it's the last thing I do"
((I must have missed the post from Force))
Falcon Blitz was on the phone to her boyfriend who worked at the Pocket D nightclub.
"Let us know as soon as its open. Pistol's just dying to party in the Tiki lounge. Okay, bye. Love you too."
The room itself was a contemporary work of art, solid glass interior with a decorated brick wall to the far left. The sounds of heavy boots echoed from outside the parlour, followed by the gentle pneumatics of the sliding door as it opened.
Falcon Blitz rose from her desk to meet the arrival of the giant, Skull Biker and his gang.
"Long time no see Biker. How are you?" she asked shyly.
"Cloud the room, we mustn't risk being seen in here"
"Oh, is the Boss here?"
"Yes, she is" Came the croaky voice of the humanoid iguana, Eddie, closely followed by his bodyguards. "I suggest you do as you've been told Falcon"
"I take orders from nobody but Alicia, thank you very much"
"Boss isn't very happy with you Falcon" came a fourth voice, deep as a lion's roar. A beastly ganglord known only as Tommy Furr. "The Militia caught on to you" he said.
"Put a sock in it furrball" Falcon spat.
At the heart of the room stood a circular glass table, where the arrivals now sat. A larger man, bounded in chains bobbed into the room, ushering in the Mafia boss herself, Pistol. Like pretty much everyone else in the room, she wore heavy leather, her long black hair held down under a simple baseball cap.
"Alicia, I --"
"Madril, we'll talk later. Shadow the room and sit." Pistol ordered. In an instant, the room turned pitch black, only the dim table lamp lit the room.
"Darkstrike failed us Pistol, his men were captured yesterday, at the courtroom and the Militia have a lead on our position" Skull Biker informed.
"Worse is, Paragon Police may have caught on too. Security in Founders Falls have doubled." Iguana Eddie informed.
"I know, I know" said Pistol. "There's never a reason to worry, we'll move to plan B"
"Whats plan B?" Tommy asked, but Pistol ignored the question.
"Madril, I'm starving. Hows reservations for tonight?" she asked, looking to Falcon.
"The Tiki lounge wont be open for another month aparantly, but we have our usual table."
"Good. I'm needed at St. Martial in... fifteen minutes, so unless the syndicate has any news for me, meeting adjourned." The woman rose out of her seat and made for the exit. "Don't forget, dinner at eight. I expect you all there nice and early"
"Pistol" Tommy called. "There are heroes about in Pocket D, what if the Militia turn up?"
"Tommy, I'm hoping they will"
((Written with Blade. Included Paj, Sanguinus and Kingwill))
((Thats all folks, the plot is now officially "To be Concluded" in-game. Pocket D, 8pm. Just be there.))
((How the heck do I get to Pocket D??))
((Sorry replace kill with defeat. Toms desire to defeat foes stems from a farm yard cats need to catch mice for the farmer. So instead of putting the defeated foes on a doorstep he sends them to Ziggy.))
((Pocket D is on the Kings Row map IIRC))
(( What time we meeting, and where abouts? ))
((I dont know about you, but that's the most PvP fun I ever had. Militia soo got pwnz'd. 
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((Good fun indeed, though a little chaotic on the hero end. A nice epic finale to the Militia's biggest challenge yet. All those henchmen really gave a sense of magnitude to the whole setup.
Leon, apologies, missed your last post before it all started - the Portent's just a little touchy about the whole death and killing thing. Also, Claws/SR ftw!))
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
Pistol and the New Mafia were at their underground base. The woman was not happy, never had she been so humiliated.
"I want him found and I want him killed, killed!" Pistol exclaimed. The look in her eyes sent shards of terror through the members of the syndicate. "Never have I been so humiliated! Look at that! Just look at that!" she pointed at a projection screen displaying the ten o' clock news.
"The trial of the century unveiled a secret plot where the criminal organisation known as 'New Mafia' planned to take over Founders Falls, by first kidnapping the city's Head of Security, Sir Michael Wayne and framing his close friends at the Militia.
"Tonight, the hero organisation confronted the notorious Pistol, leader of the syndicate, at Pocket D before embarking on a dangerous mission to attack the New Mafia headquaters.
"Police, and our own camera crew were at the scene of what is being called the Battle of the Year! Despite the combined efforts of over eighteen gallant heroes, New Mafia stood undefeated in Sirens Call. The arch-villain Pistol, was virtually untouchable, but eventfully vanished into thin air. Her lieutenants consequently fled the scene leaving Sir Michael Wayne safe and sound. A fine rescue that has placed the Militia back in the public's favour."
Pistol turned the set off and slumped in her executive chair.
"Our unworthy adversaries grasped a very lucky victory this evening" Pistol whispered. "I was teleported away from the battle by an unknown hero, and ambushed. Next time, I will be prepared. Never will I let myself be teleported" She scanned the room, making eye contact with every present member of the syndicate. "If ever you run into the Militia... kill them all" She ordered. "Now, on to more pressing matters."
[The End]
[Or rather, the Beginning]
((Had a blast with this plot, I look forward to another! I also look forward to the new-found friendship between New Mafia and Militia, may the relationship bring plenty faceplants. Amen.))
((NP Wolfram - I intended to be seen as an enemy to start with, so your cold shoulder was exactly what I was hoping for.))
Tom couldn't contain himself, he had battled with Pistol and Derek Holden all in one night, now not many heroes could boast that.
And he managed to get onto the Militia Reserves, so he could now get the chance to take on some real top names, instead of getting the scraps from Officer Reid.
Times are good for Hyper Cat!
((Good to have Tom/Hyper on board))
((Was fun last night although we really did get absolutely annihilated by the Gang - we really need to work on our PVP-tactics 
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((I suggest training in the arenas, PvP was to chaotic, but we could do with some training, call the arenas Simulation room and we got a suitable IC point))
((Unfortunately I dont think we have a chance vs. The Gang - ever))
((They all have stacked buffs from leadership, forcefields, etc.))
((We are at an immense disadvantage in having a lot of single target scrappers, and very few controllers / defenders who can lay on stacked buffs))
((I'm afraid the cold hard maths will defeat us. We dont have anywhere as near many AoE effects as them and in teams AoE rules))
((Please feel free to disagree, its just I cant see a way around this without adding 3 forcefield defenders with all three leadership pools to the team for instance 
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((Party pooper. ... I'm kidding, no, you're right.))
((But perhaps at Warburg levels, Militia'll have active controllers enough to win))
((I have a lvl 10 Grav/bubbles troller I would like to develop which should help in pvp - So watch this space you evil villains!))
"He'll be fine! Back off, all of you." Tran'e barked in the aggresive language of Journe. Unfortunately, it sounded more like this: "Tro te'kin! Jata hietek-to."
The giant stooped low and gazed as Haley Carpenter's body dissolved into soil and sink into the earth.
Tran'e bellowed a thunderous laugh before following Mer'de through the earth. Much to the confusion of the Jury.
The room soon emptied, with Paragon Police entering to collect the shooters.
"Meriam, I'll be fine." Dragonfly coughed.
The Judge approached Dragonfly as she climbed onto her feet, clutching a bulletwound through the shoulder.
"Dragonfly, the Jury has reached its verdict, the Militia are free heroes once again."
An officer in uniform arrived in time to add, "As we speak, the PPD are carrying out a full investigation into the New Mafia."
"Officer, we'd like to detain one of the shooters for" Dragonfly recoiled in pain. "For questioning, please"
"Dragonfly, I advice you port to the hospital. Enough said" the officer ordered.
With a final glance towards the Masked Angel, Dragonfly vanished to the Galaxy City Hospital.