"Alright, Game Over, you drug-addled freak."
Molly squeezed the trigger as soon as her crosshair settled on the Troll's face, sending a single long bullet hurtling at insane speed at the monster. The same tactic worked on that last Troll, so she was hoping now that everyone seemed to have had a pop at this one, a similar tactic would work. However, Molly's shot was just wide of the mark, missing the Troll's ear by a few mere centimetres.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Molly thought to herself. Okay, change of plans. A risky one, buuut...
Molly kept her stealth suit active and charged at the Troll, stopping just close enough to pop a grenade at him. The short whine from her rifle almost gave away her position, but the grenade would have been free long before he could have sussed her position. She hoped. Taking no time to watch as the grenade slammed into his face, Molly fired up her boots and launched herself over the Troll as the grenade's blast took him by surprise. A quick twist and Molly now found herself right behind the seemingly disorientated monster, a quick on-the-spot estimate, aided by her augmentations suggested she was at a safe enough distance to fire upon him. Molly simply giggled at the Troll, ready and waiting to recieve a nicely-aimed slug to the back of his head, one she was all too happy to give when she pulled the trigger one more time.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
Fiona watched as the larger, more powerful heroes fought the troll. After her Stalagmite attack, she knew she wouldn't be able to touch it.
Instead, she ran over to the unconsious Pious who was slumped next to the Troll that had hit him. She concentrated on his head, specifically where the wound had hit, trying to heal him quickly.
The fight crashed about her, and she realised that she was risking both their lives by trying to heal him here. Putting her arms under his, she began hauling him to the side, out of danger. It took a minute, but she eventually got him behind the smashed car, and continued trying to revive him.
((Up to you Pious if you want to come back or not))
Pious' unconscious brain slowly came to. His eyes registered the face of a young woman close to his nose, staring at his dizzy eyes with great concern. "Rachel?" he asked. "Where am I? What happened?"
VGX-3 scanners had found the Uber-troll had become this unstoppable force and had relayed in information onto Battle-Master, to which Unit informed Andrew of the Uber troll.
"VGX-3, move to take on that Troll while we provide support to the people behind the car." Andrew shouted out, give his commands to VGX-3.
With it VGX-3 moved in, noticing how the Uber-troll seem to just brush off the attacks from the other Heroes, it made up it's mind to attempt to unbalance the troll via blasting its legs with a targeted blast from it's energy blasters.
Quickly it morphed both it's blasters into halves and clamped them together before charging up the energy blast. ((power burst))
Battle-master however quickly hovered down and landed infront of the smashed up car giving a call out "Is he and you ok behind there!?"
((it's upto Mech if the blast effects the Uber-troll or not, and likewise any other blasts on it from VGX-3))
Lady Terrorbane decided that she may as well get more involved after all, there seemed to be quite the struggle going on and it simply would not do to hide up here, the other heroes were fighting bravely so would she.
She slipped her armoured gloves on casually and hovered down to the ground behind the Troll and using dark energy around her fists pounded on the back of the troll then backed away and fired another volly at its legs, she knew perhaps her powers were not as strong as they could be but at the least she would keep this brute busy.
The end is just a new beginning, Goodbye all my coh friends and even the enemies, its been a blast I will miss you all. Thank you Paragon team, you gave me a home from home I will always appriciate it.
Fiona watched the hero regain consiousness, and was a little taken aback when he looked up at her and called her Rachel. 'He must have taken one heck of a hit... ' she thought, purifying the air around him to help him breathe.
A voice shouted to her over the other side of the car, and she shouted back "He'll be fine, but he needs rest. Anybody who can get him a bit further back? Still dangerous here."
She turned back to Pious and said gently "Sorry hun, I'm not Rachel, but you can call me Fiona." She smiled down at him, her hand on the car next to them, rock rising up to cement it to the ground, making it a slightly less dangerous piece of cover.
"Don't worry about it, just relax, you'll be fine."
The battle echoed over their heads, and Fiona wondered if she was telling the truth.
There we a grunt, a raise of a hand to haul himself out the concrete before it slumped over, the Troll was conscious but barely...definitely dealt with for now, it had taken too much of a pounding to think about moving just yet.
It seemed like these new Uber-Trolls had been satisfyingly dealt with around Paragon, a few hours of chaos kept contained. Most of the Trolls were either in custody or had fled down into the sewers, smashing anything in their path but for now contained.
In The Rogue Isles
Edward landed on the rooftop, looking over the woman that had called for him. He smiled slightly, "I swear you tried to kill me once..."
He gave a low bow, "so...what is it that you want?"
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
"If I had wanted you dead Mechano, you would be" she whispered calmly, her deep Italian-American accent unmistakable, her voice sharp as razor. She turned around to face Mechano, allowing him to see her face clearly. It was unmistakably her, the Lady Pistol. "You've been a disappointment to the rogue lords Mechano, making alliances with Paragon's heroes, worst of all, the Priest! But lets put that behind us, for now, and discuss this rampage of hulks you've unleashed. What is your plan exactly, with an army of drugged up trolls? Is this a world domination plot from the League of Immorality or are you running a solo conquest?"
Meanwhile, in Kings Row
"Sorry, my apologies" said Pious, getting to his feet and looking around at the aftermath of the giant battle. "Fiona Myers, right? Read a file on you once. Thanks for helping me up, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you." He places a hand on his ear to recieve a telepathic message. "Looks like the rampage of the ubertrolls has been stopped, other heroes around the city have gained control of the situation. Chronodyne supplies have been depleted too, only problem now, is finding Mechano. Through him we should be able to locate the excaped trolls, put a stop to this madness and destroy any remaining chronodyne."
Edward chuckled, "I am no member of such a league, I play to my own tune."
He smirked, "Conquest? Such a goal is pretty compared to my goals, I seek to strengthen the children of God so that they may inheret the earth, Humanity is strengthened through adversity and I plan to create as much chaos as I can so they humanity may be strong in the face of the unholy Rikti and win this war once and for all."
He chuckled, "The Priest is a man of God BUT while he goes about protecting those that are already strong enough to protect themselves, delivering sermons and preaching, the true path of worship is not in prayer nor just the healing of the sick but doing the Lords work on earth and making it the perfect place before the second coming arrives, saving as many sinners as I can...perhaps in time...all of Paragon could be saved, just like those that excepted my elixir of life, Gods salvation comes in many forms my dear...even death is a form of salvation..."
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
"You're right on that account Mechano" said Pistol. "But not everyone can cheat death so be careful not to kill those you're trying to save." She stared intensely at the doctor, planning her next words carefully so as not to expose herself completely. "Oddly enough, we share a similar goal Mechano. After my crimes with the mafia and the gang, the Priest chased me to my end. My time in hell was a revelation, Mechano, I don't know how to explain it. But with the help of the demon Nasfahtu who did fall to the Priest, I fashioned my escape from eternal damnation. There are powers beyond our own Mechano, an eternal war between good and evil, and mankind is right in the middle, our universe is their battleground and our superpowered demigods are their pawns. I've seen the bigger picture Mechano and I can understand better now, more than ever, what yours and my role in this world is. Before we return to the subject of the Priest, you must understand that under no circumstance can you fail this plan of yours. You were meant for this. The children of God as you call them, the citizens of Earth must be empowered in order to survive the coming storm, do you understand what I am telling you?"
Edward smiled, "So I have to succeed in this plan, interesting, my goal is merely to create chaos enough that people become stronger through it as I have said, to know that this is all part of a greater scheme of things pleases me, the knowledge that I am on the right side does so too."
He chuckled, "how can causing chaos ever truly fail? Even the wrong word in the right place can insight it...anyway, yes I understand what you're telling me...and please, call me Edward, Mechano is a name for the heroes to use and for people to seek guiding light from, we are equals here."
He gave a smirk, "hmm but still...apart from this, why did you summon me? You hated me enough to attempt to kill me before hand, why suddenly are you offering this true and I assume, something else as well?"
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
"I will contact you in due course Edward" said Pistol, readying to fly. "For now, keep up the chaos training and get your army prepared. Oh and one more thing, if ever you're captured, this meeting never took place."
Having used the chaotic battles to hide himself, a crazed figure with a yellow smiley-face mask caught his breath in an alleyway, laughing to himself as he made his way back to the getaway vehicle with 2 full vials in his backpack.
(( Sorry about the late in-put, hope this isn't going to be a problem, if it is then I'll edit it ))
I am the Blaster, I have filled the role of Tank, Controller and Defender
Sometimes all at once.
Union EU player! Pip pip, tally ho, top hats and tea etc etc
Back at Kings...
"Well, I've got a trace going on that TV signal." Molly said as she casually hopped up onto the 'cover' Fiona had created. "Not that I'm having high hopes of success or anything like that, but it's always worth a try, huh?" Molly's rifle teleported away silently, with only a bright blue wireframe of its form proving its prior presence before shrinking into oblivion. The pink-clad genius herself, then proceeded to sit on top of the car, her legs dangling over the edge of the roof.
"So, yeah. Unless anyone's got a better idea of finding this guy, because that's all I got."
Meanwhile...
Next. Next. Next. Next.
Erica was continuously flipping through the the results of her search, which by now was proving a little on the fruitless side. For a moment the robotic butler stopped herself, almost as if hesitating, before establishing contact with Molly once more.
Miss?
Yeah, Erica? Molly responded.
Hope I'm not interrupting... is there something specific I'm looking for here?
Uh... I don't know, to be honest... try... looking for any known bases of operations that this guy used to have or something. And go through that video, see if you can spot any hints as to where he was at.
Consider it done, Miss. Oh yes, how is this Edward Johnson's last name spelt?
J-O-H-N-S-O-N... If I remember correctly.
Okay then, Miss
Erica set about refining her search accordingly, and opened a fresh window on the left lens of her glasses to play back the transmission while the Dataspace set about compiling the results.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
The Chief came too a while later. Wolf was sat patiently next to him, watching as the other Heroes milled around.
"We bagged and tagged that last one," Wolf said, noticing the Chief was back online. "Dunno whats really happening just yet."
"Hm...then I guess we wait and see," the Chief answered, sitting up and massaging his head. Tolinium steel was second only to Impervium in strength, but he still felt bruised. There certainly felt like a few servos out of place.
The Chief sat back, waiting to see if everything was over...
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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There were no more reports of Troll activity, the chaos had been stopped for now at least.
What little can be found on Dr Edward Johnson is mostly his PPD and Longbow file, stating his original crime of armed bank robbery, using an advanced attack robot classifies as armed under the Paragon City Laws. Born Eureka, Wisconsin and currently aged 61 years old.
There's various youtube footage of the Prison break attempt (only of the plane crashing into the outside of the prison), A large army of walkie-talkie toasters fending off the Rikti in Galaxy city, his various adverts and rantings broadcast across Paragon City and the Rogue isles. There is also various newspaper reports on the last Chronodyne incident ((check out the Unionverse wiki for info)).
The signal, when traced, leads back to the Rogue Isles, obviously bounced through several connections before coming in to Paragon City.
((this particular chapter of Mechano's revenge is officially finished, thanks muchly to everyone who participated and expect more Chaos within a day or so)).
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
((most enjoyable to observe, was almost willing to bring Infi out of semi-retirement, and it looks like i will now, gonna have to write some stories damn you, lol))
Fiona watched as the various heroes back to leave, all seemingly satisfied with the outcome. She was reluctant to go back to the encased Lt. Tech, so she sat and waited on the bonnet of what was left of the car, watching the others leave.
((Any heroes who could IC put a good word in for Fiona with the PPD, would be much appreicated. Send me a PM or put it in here if the hero is still around to tell her.
Thanks for the plot Mech, was fun!))
With the last Uber-Troll down for the count and the rest of the heroes leaving, VGx-3 morphed it's blasters back into it's robotic hands before stomping it's ways over to the golden and bronze armour suit, Battle-master. Each step now of VGX-3 felt like a three ton hulk marching along, leaving behind it in the roadway the cracked footsteps.
"VGX.. remind me to adapt your weight ratio once we get back.. your leaving a trail of footsteps in the road again." Andrews voice called out from the suit before lifting off the ground as the flight system came online.
VGX-3 nodded stiffly before unfolding it's flight mode wings and boosters, suddenly both soared skybound with only the roar from VGX-3's boosters marking their leave.
((nice plot so far Mech, next time it won't be just these two who will come answer the call, an old friend might have to make an appearance now 
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The Troll was now in trouble. The Chief wasnt fighting, not anymore. He was a melee, all by himself. Blows hammered into ever inch of the over-powered flesh, nerves straining under the constant pounding. The Troll snarled, smashing both hands down on top of the raging being. The Chief was stopped....momentarily. Then he rose from his knees with a blow that nearly broke even the Trolls solid jaw.
And then the Kaarinian robot latched onto the thing, smashing his head square into its face. Again, again and again and again. Slowly, the roaring stopped, the knees buckled. The Troll slumped to the floor, groaning. The Chief stepped down, wavering slightly, before letting rip with a bolt of flame red energy from his eyes. With a roar like a jet engine, the troll was pounded squarely into the concrete.
The Chief waited, counting slowly under his breath, until he was satisfied that the thing wouldnt get up again. Slowly, the glow fading, he keeled over, going from vertical to horizontal in one smooth curve, his back hitting the pavement with a solid clang.