Public adress, city hall, Atlas Park, 11th nov.
By
Big_Lunk_EU,
Posted on: 2007-11-11 16:04 in Roleplaying
*Terror's sat watching TV*
"Well he could at least have left it as the suppository"
In Nova Prospekt, Vasily Ryadkov, the hammer teams biochemical specialist stands before Jakob. "I've been studying that sample you got from Pocket D. since it came in, " he says, "and it makes no sense. The vodka's swimming with bacteria which should have been killed by the alcohol - and when I tested them in culture, they attached to organic matter, but neither took up nutrients or reproduced. I know it sounds crazy, but it's almost like undead bacteria. On top of that they appear to be harmless gut flora. I'm at a loss as to why anyone would do this."
"I might just have an answer," replies Jakob, "The airwaves have been full of talk about some bacterially borne nano-plague. How soon can you prepare a sample for Boris to look at?"
Hatesman
Veiled under the hood of heavy leather trenchcoat in the pooring rain outside of a 'Tele-Hut' outlet in New Jersey... Doctor Oswald watches the transmission by Big Lunk come to an end...
"How did that fool get on TV at City Hall of all places!?"
In a blitz of sudden Rage, Hatesman throws open his trenchcoat to reveal a remote detonator, in his hand with a big red switch on the top.
"AAAAAGGHHHHH!!!" Hatesman bellows with a beserkers tongue as he flicks open the safety trigger on the device and detonates a massive explosion from within the store that rocks the street, pummeling the TLF Architect in a point-blank storm of glass and fire.
Civilians duck for cover all around the scene of the blast, as screams of shock and horror fill the air from both men and women. Onlookers can only watch as a needle shaped plume of dust extend skywards from the cloud of debris, followed by a deafening sonic boom overhead as Hatesman makes his escape.
Within a minute, New Jersey's Heroes are on the scene, saving every endangered life and extinguishing the blaze. They eventually find the letters 'TLF-NRK' scrawled onto a peice of metal that once belonged to the bomb.
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
Battle Unit Omega.
The machine stood stock still as its scanners accessed the suitability of adding the nano-plague to its viral weapon.
[Device detected: Nanite sized Techno-arcane fusion. Delivery method: Alchol based refreshments laced with device.]
[Calculating: Tactical Methods of modifying Viral Weapon with these paramateres]
Elsewhere in the disused factory stood the girl, restrained by heavy titanium chain in front of her knelt a battle worn Paragorn Protector.
His helmet shattered his eyes wild he stared at the girl who had barged into a Crey laboratory, killed his squad mates and captured him.
The girl hummed to herself and placed a bag on the floor.
<Suggestion: Maintain current viral weapon configuration.>
Smiling she took a drill out of the bag and approached the Paragon Protector.
He started struggling as ahe drew near
"What the hell are you doing!" he screamed pulling away from the drill bit
"Relax" the girl said her face glowing with pride "This unit merly wants to test your genetype durability levels"
With a small laugh at a job well done she turned on the drill and pushed forward.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
Doctor Devious
In a dingy looking medical lab underground in the Rogue Isles, the Doctor sat patiently surrounded by test tubes, centrifuges and various other medical paraphenalia. A quiet radio broadcast plays in the background, echoing against the hard tile walls of the lab. A female newsreaders voice announcing the current events of the day in bite-size format.
"...and that was a statement by Big Lunk in Paragon City this morning..."
With a soft *click* the Doctor turns off the radio and turns his attention back to his work. Peering into his state-of-the-art electron microscope - a souvenier from one of his many unwelcome 'outings' into Crey Laboratories - he examines a small sample of the nano-plague, mumbling to himself in a broken tone.
"Well, well... nothing too interesting on a genetic front here. It's all rather... basic. The robotics within is mildly impressive however".
In the background stand three virtually identical looking men in grey jumpsuits, genetically engineered clones that the Doctor uses to do his bidding. He points to the first with an ageing iodine-stained finger.
"You... Alpha X. Come here" the Doc says coldly.
The first clone steps forward and stands next to the Doctor, no emotion or thoughts showing on its familiar face. The Doctor rolls up the sleeve of the clone and injects a hypodermic syringe into the forearm.
"Good. Now I can observe the cycle under test conditions" he explains, clearly expecting no response from the clone.
"Now. Go and lie down, be a good chap."
Still showing no hint of thought or emotion the clone turns and heads into the next room, a slight hiss of the door as the environmental seal closes behind it.
The Doctor smiles to himself, poring over a variety of scientific papers. "What's next on the agenda? ...ah yes..." He barely manages to stifle a laugh as he gets up and begins changing out of his lab coat. Throwing on his hat and scarf with a swift energy that seems out of place on his frail form, the Doctor stretches out the pains in his back from the hours at his desk, and swallows a few plain grey tablets.
"Field research, my favorite!" He grins gleefully.
Thomas Henchman ( The Politician) watched with interest .. at the poor speach .. sack your write sir he stinks ..but a public health matter .. there may be a use for this virus , those buildings in Kings Row need clearing out of squatters and the PPD need the practice .. and once clear operation VIP can be sped up ... 
At the top of the steps leading to the city hall, Lunk stands behind a podium dressed in his formal shirt and tie.
Leaning slightly down to the microphone, he coughs, hoping to draw the attention of the huddled press, civilians, and heroes.
"People... People, settle down... in the last few hours, its been made apparent that there has been an outbreak of a 'virus'... one that i have to admit i am partially to blame for"
A roar of disgust rises from a crowd, and Lunk raises his voice.
"AND AS I AM RESPONSIBLE... it is also my responsibility to do something about it.
The 'Virus' was originally developed by EVIL as means of revenge for a supposed outbreak of the 'tempest virus' within our offices, and as a method of procuring funds.
This virus was never released, due to... unforeseen circumstances.
The virus consists of a bacterial shell, with a nanite control core, shielded with a small arcane glyph, making the problem appear to be a biological infection.
The infection is completely harmless.... albeit somewhat uncomfortable... and will normally pass within a few weeks.
As for a cure.... there is a shut-off code, which is placed on a single carrier nanite, which then causes all of the viral nanites to turn into shut-down carrier nanites. Origionaly this was to be sold to the infected in the form of a..."
Lunk looks down, shaking his head, laughing to himself.
"... a rather uncomfortably sized suppository.
Luckily we have arranged this shut-down carrier nanite to be distributed in a small saline injection... if you have reason to believe you have been infected, please see the pocket D host by the elevators, and ask for one of these hypodermic needles.
Thank you."
With a nod, the giant steps down from the podium, and walks back towards the building behind him