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Grimface sat on a air conditioning duct atop a small shop building, a hand holding up his chin and a knee supporting his elbow. The sickly green sky cast a similarly tinted reflection over his metallic mask as its glowing blue optics took in the surroundings, his HUD immediately annotating the various objects and figures he saw with range, energy levels and weakpoints among other interesting statistics. He settled on one particular figure as his HUD brought up more information.
He remained still for a moment, targetting one of the ground troopers. His nigh-meditative state was interrupted as he felt searing heat directed towards him. Instinctively, he slipped off the aircon duct and flattened down on the roof of the building to dodge a plasma blast a Chief Soldier - the one he was examining, no less - had cracked off seconds earlier. He turned over, on his back, and reached into a pouch on his combat harness, procuring what appeared to be a handgun handle with a grappling hook stuck to it.
He shuffled towards the edge of the building as several more plasma blasts burned overhead. He hooked the grappler on the edge and took a deep breath, gripping onto the handle tightly. And then, in one swift motion, pulled the trigger on the handle and launched himself over the edge. The hook loosened and he dropped, a length of tough cord between the handle and the hook lowering him down quite quickly.
He hit the pavement squatted with a barely audible grunt and took a moment to collect himself, but was otherwise unfazed. Immediately afterwards he got up and sprinted towards the Chief Soldier at incredible speeds, taking the collapsed-down energy blade from his back, unfolding it and firing it up while he ran towards his opponent. He took the plasma pistol from the Rikti's hand with a swift scissor kick before slashing into the trooper's armoured abdomen with his sword. The Chief Soldier brought down his massive warblade towards the hero, who saw it coming and retreated a few metres back quickly. Somehow, he could tell the invader was grinning underneath its helmet; or, at least, the Rikti equivilant of such an expression.
"Challenge: Located. Entertainment: Ensues."
"Damn straight," Grimface concured and charged once more.
Tracy watched as the hero charged once more at the Rikti soldier, and the shock started to wear off and she was able to move. She looked to her left for Steve, and was dismayed to find him unconcious with a large head wound. She grabbed him and pulled his body over to the doorway of a shopfront and cowered there. This one hero could not take on all these rikti single handed.
Meanwhile, the rikti were pouring in still, and the bomb was still beeping its countdown.
Distracted by the appearance of this hero from the rooftop, some of the rikti broke away towards him; but another 2 had noticed tracy moving and proceeded towards her.
As they neared, they both raised their plasma rifles to execute.
Tracy pushed herself as far into the corner as she could, hugging steve to her; as if it would make any difference to her fate. She closed her eyes.
The rikti steadied and then fired.
Tracy opened her eyes and watched the smoking headless corpses of the two rikti slump to the ground. A gold and silver figure landed infront of her; Infinitron said nothing, but merely forced the door open behind her, and motioned her in. Turning immediately and entering back into the fray.
He watched the other hero deftly dodging swings from the now irritated rikti chief soldier. He could handle himself, thought Infinitron, and turned in the opposite direction to move citizens out of harms way.
The numbers of rikti were immense, much more than any previous raid. Infinitron raised his arm piece and pressed in a button;
"We need more metahumans to Steel Canyon immediately. Calling all metahumans in the vicinity, Steel Canyon - STAT!" he shouted.
Upon looking up he saw merely a wall of Rikti walking towards him. He raised his rifle and began firing at the crowd of them.
((Open RP whoo ))
Slowly a figure scans the battle ground from high above, a drop ship fires on her and it seems to do nothing as she brings the bow string back to her ear, aiming downwards, she squeezes releases the three arrows. Grinning she then somersaults off the building bow held in his right hand she watchs as a Mentalists, Guardian and Soldiers heads expload from the explosive tipped arrows she lands, cracking the floor. Sprinting to the bomb, leaping the grappling pair and lands on it, trying to disarm it franticly...."I hate bombs".....BOOM! it exploads in her face sending her backwards
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Grimface continued relentlessly battling the Chief Soldier while other heroes arrived at the scene. He was about to finish his foe off when his faceplate alerted him to the trampling of many metal boots against tarmac behind him. He gave the trooper a solid kick to the helmet, enough to daze him for a few minutes, before turning around to face four Rikti Infantry and a Headman Gunman, each brandishing plasma rifles. He sighed, span his energy blade in his hand before beginning to analyse the Headman.
"Surrender: Now: and Painless: Demise: Ensured." The Headman informed the masked hero. Grimface wasn't listening. His respirator immediately adjusted the amount of nanomachines being pumped into his system in order to properly cope with the reinforcements, and after a moment of standing completely still, he rushed forward, catching the Headman off-guard and immediately cleaving off its head, the heat of his blade instantly cauterising the stump atop its neck as it crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
The four Infantry formerly under its command reacted quickly, discharging their plasma rifles. Grimface managed to dodge all but one of the blasts, which burnt his left arm badly. He didn't even feel it. His nanomachines worked to repair the wound as he made short work of the trooper who'd fired the shot, and then his three comrades.
He half-expected a momentary peace, but instead got an angry Chief Soldier swinging his warblade towards him. He ducked and sliced into the creature's lightly armoured knee tendon, causing it to collapse. It struggled to get back up for a moment under the weight of its armour, while Grimface booted its helmet off and looked at its grotesque features with contempt, the disabled Rikti silently glowering up at his metal mask with equal hatred. He mumbled a courteous fairwell and with arguable grace, promptly and neatly split its face open with his sword.
((I know it seems overpowered, but yeah... BS/WP really is that awesome! 
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Eventually she struggles to regain conciousness and spots a Rikti about to plunge the sword into her gut, bringing both feet inwards she aims a vicious kick upwards catching the soldier in the gut, as it raises into the air she unleashes a volly of arrows straight into it, springing to her feet with a blade of fire in her hand she sears the nearest Rikti's brain before going to help the masked hero with his fight, "hey there." she says as her arrows punch four soldiers off their feet the fifth being dealt with by fire
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There was an outrush of air as Lady Stormcrow teleported into the doorway. Quickly assessing the situation, she decided upon a plan of action. Her eyes glowed a deep red as she raised an arm. Thick clouds gathered in an instant over the approaching rikti. A freezing rain immediately began to pour forth in earnest, biting into the rikti that were caught underneath and slowing their advance. The reinforcements had been inconvenienced for now, making things easier for the hero with the energy blade.
The blue-skinned demon then turned to the unconscious form of Steve in the doorway and tutted.
"That head wound looks worse than it is, but he's going to have a hell of a headache". She laid the palm of her hand on his forehead and incanted a healing spell, knitting wounded and swollen flesh. She gently lifted Steve over her shoulder with a strength greater than her slim form implied. Noticing Tracy inside the building she turned to regard her.
Um.. I assume hes with you? Are you hurt?...take my hand if you wish to accompany him to the hospital" with this she extended a blue-skinned hand towards Tracy.
Grimface was now going toe-to-toe with a Mentalist, whose attempts at attacking his mind failed miserably thanks to the psionic wave-deflecting properties of the substance coating his mask. The Mentalist was getting mildly irritated by this and resorted to slinging its warblade around clumsilly, having been trained in the use of its mental powers rather than weaponry. The masked man elbowed it in the face, then cleaved open its chest armour and the flesh underneath. Grimface watched it collapse as a female hero wielding a bow greeted him.
"Good evening, miss. Wonderful weather we're having, don't you think?" He observed, glancing skywards momentarilly. A raid wasn't the best time or place for idle chatter, but the comment was, presumably, sarcastic. He leapt upwards towards a hovering Drone and brought his blade down on it, smashing it to the ground and carving into its armour. It struggled to get airborne again for a moment, but a further few quick slashes caused it to cease moving. He then turned back to the woman, half-paying attention while his HUD determined and reccomended his ideal next target.
"So, what do they call you?"
"Incendiary Arrow, or Sammy, or Samantha. You?" fires arrow after arrow until she has no more then resorts to using her fire, burning anything she can, "mm, rikti are getting a bit sloppy in fighting style." carefully places a foot and viciously headbutts a mentalist. "Now stay down damn you." suddenly a drone blasts her in the back, she collapses to the floor and a rikti soldier looms over her, ready to cleave her in twain with his warblade.
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"Grimface. Pleased to meet you, Samantha." He had set his sights on a group of Conscripts a few metres away when he realised that this woman was in trouble. He quickly adjusted something on the side of his faceplate as his nanomachine feed increased, momentarilly enhancing his speed and strength immensely. He stepped forward, grunted, kicked the Rikti soldier in the chest to knock it back and quite simply cleaved the its left arm off. It gave a distorted scream of anguish as it fell to its knees. Grimface kicked it down before offering Incendiary Arrow a hand up.
"Alright down there, Sammy?"
"Aye I am. out of damn arrows though..." shrugs and takes his hand getting up and throwing a javelin of fire at a line of Rikti impaling five of them on it, twiling around and slicing two heads off, sending fireballs soaring out all over the place hitting rikti left right and centre. "Cheers Grim." kicks a monkey in the head
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"My pleasure." Grimface responded as he fought a Conscript. He aimed a kick for the hand which gripped its plasma pistol - and missed. He cursed his own incompetence as the invader discharged the weapon at point-blank range, exposing Grimface's torso to searing heat. His heatproof shirt was singed, but his combat harness had caught fire. With a grunt he angrilly sliced open the Conscript's throat and quickly pulled off his harness, silently bidding farewell to the expensive equipment it contained and throwing it at a nearby Rikti Monkey. The harness quickly became tangled with the creature's flailing limbs and the monkey caught fire, wailing as it leapt helplessly at a nearby Mentalist's face.
Grimface watched the amusing spectacle for a moment before moving towards the distracted Mentalist almost casually. He made short work of it as he dispatched it from behind before turning his attention back to Incendiary Arrow.
"So, miss Samantha, why do you use a bow anyway?" He inquired, peering around the battlefield, noting the other heroes silently.
"Kinda was born a pyrokinetic and an egale eye. So good with long range." sends three flame arrows deep into a rikti's chest before a suit, a small one, drops down. "No way..." sends bolt after bolt of fire at it trying to destroy it before getting a kick to the back of the head and htting the deck, out cold.
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"... Oh dear." Grimface murmered as Incendiary Arrow fell. He rushed towards the unconscious heroine, scooped her up in his arms and carried her away at blinding speeds, leaning her against the wall at a shop entrance. He'd deduced that her wounds were superficial and she'd survive for a while - hell, maybe if she was lucky, the people hiding inside the shop would take her inside and give her medical aid - so he returned to the fight.
He took a moment to examine the Heavy Assault Suit that had appeared moments before. He'd heard of these things, but had never actually had to fight one. What he had heard, though, was that they were powerful, nigh-unstoppable and required a continous effort from multiple heroes to take down. He hoped and prayed that the heroes currently present were enough to handle it...
One grab. One grab of the stupid ugly freak of nature's excuse for a face and Patsy Crusher was all set. The immortal girl gave the Rikti Guardian a somewhat psychotic glare at the extra-terrestrial as she tightened her grip on its gradually-imploding skull.
"Alright," Patsy snarled at the Guardian, who by now was very slowly slipping into unconciousness. "Showing your ugly face was strike one, hun. Shooting at me was two. Now, can you guess what number three was?" the Guardian was almost out of it when Patsy then glanced about at the rest of the Rikti group that had gathered around her, before finally swinging the Guardian around on the spot, still gripping its head. It was a well-timed swing, knocking down most of them before they could even fire on her. Those that managed didn't acheive much, either missing or striking a girl with impenetrable skin.
It still hurt like hell, though.
Patsy lost it, incapable of keeping in the screams of agony as the blasts struck home, knocking her off balance. The Guardian was dead as soon as it left her hands, its head completely crushed by the insane strengh Patsy was capable of. Making an effort to ignore the pain as much as she could, the still-unsteady Patsy lunged her hand at the nearest remaining Rikti, grabbing it by the leg while the corpse bowled a few more over onto their back.
"And you can knock off shooting me and all!!" Patsy glanced behind her, spotting the Heavy about to take out the strangely-masked cape in its sights. The crazed immortal then hauled the Rikti Conscript from the ground, applying all the force she could muster into hurling the freak at the Heavy in the distance.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
Grimface was astounded to see a Rikti Conscript flying towards the Assault Suit. He gave a rare but nonetheless brief laugh as he watched the creature's lifeless form smash into the side of the Suit. A loud crack could be heard as most of the dead Rikti's bones were crushed instantly, and he noted that the impact had left a massive dent in the side of the suit. After a moment, he turned in the direction the Conscript had came from and saw a rather mad-looking woman.
By the expression on her face and the fact she'd thrown a large, armoured creature a good twenty feet, he decided it'd be best not to get in her way. He made his way towards the Suit and started slashing away at it with fast, light strikes, hoping that either the Rikti-launching lunatic or the other heroes would come to his aid.
The heavy assault suit rocked at the impact to its side, and the rikti inside called for backup. With this in came 2 more heavy assualt suits to aid in the destruction.
Tracy looked to the hero offering her escape;
"No, just take him, i'm fine here, thankyou" as the hero turned and carried steve to safety. Tracy scooped up the camera steve had been carrying and raised it to her shoulder. As she did so, she saw almost a blur as someone ran up to the shop and deposited an unconcious cape with a bow. Tracy put the camera back down and ran to the girls side; gettting no reaction, she dragged her inside the shop out of harms way - for the time being.
Meanwhile, Infinitron had discarded his Assault Rifle and was dispatching Rikti with his energy charged fists.
On seeing the extra H.A.S.'s appearing, he took off. Totally focusing all his energy into his fist, he rocketed into the side of one of the suits, smashing it so hard it collapsed in on itself as it also collided viciously with the skyscraper next to it. Landing and taking a breath over the effort, he looked up the 2 remaining imposing shapes. But as he did, his suit sensors identified a large flying object in the vicinity. He turned to his left to see a large rikti bomber approaching.
"Get the civilians out of here now!" Tracy heard the booming metallic voice of Infinitron cry. She grabbed the camera once more and stepped out into the doorway to capture the fight with the HAS's and the incoming ship. She knew she should run, but the instinct was to keep filming.
Patsy was annoyed as she stormed toward the Heavies, dealing the odd punch into the faces of any Rikti that dared get within arm's length of her. Some fell into unconciousness or death, some flew back into their own, knocking them back.
As she approached the mass of Heavies, a quick glance allowed her to catch sight of a woman armed with only a camera.
Typical! The immortal thought to herself, Always one flamin' idiot, isn't there?
"OI!!" she screamed at the woman as she continued her approach, her tone coupled with her accent quite possibly getting across that she wasn't in the mood for messing about. "Either make yourself useful, hun, or get the hell out of here! Preferably before I throw you out!" Patsy finally stopped, right behind one of the Heavies. With a single, near effortless motion the white-haired girl launched herself onto the heavy, leaving a tiny crater barely larger then her own footprint in the ground. The landing itself was smooth enough, parking her on a nice spot on top the metal behemoth, right where she could pound away at its armour with minimal hassle.
Her left hand maintained Patsy's grip on the Heavy, while her right, balled into a fist, raised above the immortal's head, before crashing down onto its armour with insane force. And again. And again. And again.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Satisfied that Steve was safe, Lady Stormcrow reappeared in the fray in an instant. She glared at the heavy assault suits and spoke, her irritation clearly showing on her face as she punctuated her sentences with lightning bolts.
"I've *KA-CRACK!* had *KA-CRACK!* enough of you god-damned *CRACK!* Rikti *ZAP!* In this god-damned *CRACKLE* city."
The last of the sentance heralded a blinding bolt of electricity that appeared stronger than the others. It arced towards the nearest H.A.S., the one that wasn't occupied by the insane-looking flurry of fists, and struck it. Initially nothing happened, but after a moment or two a dramatic groaning of metal was heard as the front of the suit caved in, then it erupted into flames.
Infinitron turned to look behind him, across to the next street, and saw another crowd of heroes and rikti slugging it out. He turned his attention to this incoming ship, but it turned out that as he took flight, that the ship had similarly noted his trajectory and a cannon blast knocked the caped hero out of the air, and into the side of a building.
This first shot was the first of many as it began ripping up the street with shots.
Wincing as the blasts from the dropship's guns reached her sensitive ears, Lady stormcrow looked around just in time to see infinitron hit the building. Noting the salvo of cannon fire heading their way she hoped Infinitron's suit had cushioned his fall enough while she concentrated on the more immediate problem of the dropship.
With an upwards glance, she took off, executing aerial maneuvers and short-range teleportation as she attempted to draw the dropship's fire from the streets below. It appeared to be working until a lucky cannon blast caught her in the chest. The protective spells that the demoness had erected caught most of the blow, but the rest was still enough to do significant damage.
Crying out in pain, her flight continued for a few seconds. Looking up at the dropship, she started to fall. Knowing that she had to do what she could to aid the other heroes while she was still conscious, she weakly raised a hand towards the dropship.
"Let's see....how good...your flying is..."
The pilot of the dropship looked at the console in alarm as all the atmospheric warning lights came on at once, it was as if a hurricane had suddenly sprung out of nowhere.
..Which is exactly what had happened, A localised area of extremely high winds around the dropship.
Looking up with a small smile of satisfaction, Lady stormcrow fell towards the street below.
The rikti ship rocked back and forth, the pilot trying to hold it steady; but it was no use, the back end collided with a building - decimating the structure and also the engines of the ship. There was nothing the pilot could do, the ship was going down - but he was going to take as many with him as he could. Be a martyr to their cause.
He began letting rip with what he had left, as the ship careered towards the ground, and thus the groups of heroes and civilians below.
As tracy filmed the flailing ship, the falling body of Lady Stormcrow and the unconcious figure of Infinitron. The world seemed to slow as the realisation that the ship was going to crash, and that she couldn't escape hit in; heroes turned to see the ship, some taking flight to try and stop the ship, others rounding up civilians in what little time they had. But she kept filming.
((The ship WILL crash, but please try and stop it. You can't get all the civilians out in time, and the rikti hordes are still opressive. Don't save Tracy, she needs to film this. New heroes feel free to appear to stop the ship at this point.))
A final blow from Patsy must have caused something to ignite within the Heavy she began tearing apart as an explosion tore it apart in a single blast. The same blast hurled the immortal away, sending her rolling across the ground. Any normal human would have lost a chunk of flesh her and there if the blast hadn't killed them already, but all Patsy had to worry about was:
"Ooooooowwww..."
Pasty pulled herself together once more, picking herself up and dusting off her slightly torn and tattered T-shirt and skirt. She wasn't too chuffed about her bra being a bit exposed either.
"I'm just proper not dressed for this." Patsy muttered to herself as she looked up, finally spotting the incoming dropship that seemed to be on a collision course with her face. "Aw, you've got to be..."
The girl then rushed over to the nearest streetlight, still standing even after all the chaos thus far. Wrapping her hands around is as best she could, a simple grunt was all it took to dislodge it from its concrete base, another to disconnect all it cabling with next to no effort. Patsy then turned to the ship, and in a single bound leapt to the roof of the building in front of her, the lamp post still in her hand.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The pilot launched a volley of plasma blasts at the lampost wielding woman.
The pilot had stopped the release of the bombs he had lined up, the impact explosion would be bigger this way.
He was looking for the most densely populated area he could for his 'touch down'.
Eventually Sam re-joins the world of the living rubbing her head, "Dear god those rikti can kick." she says as she fashions some arrows from fire, slotting them onto her bowstring.
"Time to pay." she kicks the door open and lets off three flames into the rikti that noticed her. Each arrow penetrates deep in the armour and boils their insides. Shaping her flame sword she leaps upwards, sits on the balconey over the door and looks about spotting the multiple groups twirling her sword she leaps to the nearest suit, shoving her sword in one of the guns then making another to shove deep inside the suit to scorch and metal it. Flipping backwards as it melts and starts to drop she lands on a Mentalists head and shoves downwards with the sword taking the guardians pistol with a whip of flame she shoots it before it has a chance to react...
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((Ok, this is my first go at this, an Open RP plot. A rikti invasion on Steel Canyon. I have a plotline for it, and will come in at points to give direction to whats happening. Please get involved, as the more who do, the better. This will also be the beginning for one of my new characters. Enjoy, and kick some [censored]))
"... this is Tracy Glenn, reporting for channel 9; back to you in the studio" concluded the caucasian 28 year old. "Thats a wrap, lets go home Steve" she said to the cameraman infront of her. As she did though, the skies began to dim and then... silence.
"The walls are down! Get inside" commanded a keen eyed youth; acting much older than his age.
"Get rolling steve"
"Already am Trace" replied Steve, camera back on shoulder.
For a minute, there was no sound, people had retreated to building entrances and were waiting. Was it a false attack? Designed just to cause panic, or as a decoy; they didn't know. But their doubt was dutifuly answered.
As in the distance an explosion was heard and the ground shook. It had begun.
The first rikti ship flew overhead, and the people below now panicked, fleeing inside the buildings. Some stood in shock, frozen with the terror of it.
Then, within the blink of an eye, there was a fizz and pop of Rikti invasion forces teleporting to the ground all along the street.
"I think we should leave now Trace" Steve called.
"I concur" shouted Tracy as she turned and began to ran. But as they did they were thrown from their feet by the ground erupting infront of them. The were thrown back and sat up to see a rikti bomb beeping at them, nuzzled comfortably within the concrete, timer ticking down.
"Oh" was all Tracy could manage, her eyes franticly searching for a cape, they must have got the call by now. They better hurry, she thought, as the Rikti began opening fire at shop fronts and the retreating civilians.
((Rikti ships in the air, Rikti forces on the ground, helpless civilians being shot at. Let the fight commence))