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Ildela wasn't particularly surprised when Ethan rapidly developed a death grip on her arm the moment he realised he was suddenly several stories up. It was a common reaction when first finding out they're suddenly airborne under no visible propulsion. Still, at least he hadn't fallen off. That would've been inconvenient.
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"Pssh", Ildela replied, smirking. "That'd ruin the surprise, and where's the fun in that?" She gestured to the truck before going over and opening it, revealing... nothing. Not merely the inside of an empty truck, but literally nothing. The wall of the truck itself simply vanished mere inches from the door, consumed by a solid wall of black. "The D's in here", Ildela informed her companion. "Just walk through, don't worry. It's just an illusion to alleviate the disorientation, at least I think it is. Walking through the back of a truck on one side to a normal door on the other side is a little disconcerting for some people. But anyway." With that she casually hopped in, vanishing into the abyss inside.| “ya, well that wasa kinda fun I guess, a tad more warning up front would be nice..“ |
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Still, cooperating or not she wasn't about to just expose herself to being shot. A faint aura of energy crackled into existance around her, offering some amount of protection from the weapons currently pointed at her. Anyone with a reasonable amount of experience in Paragon would recognise it as a purely defensive shield. Likewise, the gremlins remained motionless beside her for the moment. "If it helps", she offered. "I actually am registered, just not in this particular dimension." She took a small ID card from a pocket and offered it to whichever officer came to collect it. Examination would prove it was an entirely legitimate Paragon City Hero ID, but no record of her would be found to match it.
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The amber eyes of Sarkh's obsidian silhouette snapped tetchily to his foreleg when he felt something brush up against him there, and his sapphire scales bristled in tandem with the low grumble that began to well from within his frame. It vanished almost the very next instant however, the Cerosian duly recognizing the figure there.
Ineloo.
She was trying to find a place to hide!
Now this made him smile. With that he could help.
The next second, the halfling was gone.
Well, to be more accurate, she wasn't actually gone. Just invisible. True, the magic didn't have any engineering behind it, but it was still enough to shield her from any prying eyes that relied solely on visible light. It wouldn't fool an IR scope (then again, standing next to a dragon would've made that somewhat redundant), but with both the dark of night and attention-grabbing chaos elsewhere, it was surely good enough.
Of course, that didn't mean Sarkh was done.
"Ineloo." his voice whispered from the halfling's shoulder, "Listen closely. In a moment, I'm going to lift my hand to scratch an itch. Use it to reach the third pocket of my utility harness and climb inside. I took the Scream out of it earlier, so it's empty right now."
A few seconds later, the Synchronaut huffed a bored and bothered exhale, grumpily scratching his shoulder.
"I have to agree with our guest." Oxana stated to the Sergeant and Detective in much the same manner, "Now would you prefer to draw this stupidity out further, or are we, who're registered heroes of this city, going to be able to pursue these people and bring them to the proper officials without your nonsensical meddling...?"
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"Yeah, we're gone," Silver replied, engine shifting up to a higher gear than should have been possible on an earth-made car, zipping down the road. "But which way? Anyone got any better ideas of where to head?"
Behind them, and growing louder, was the wail of sirens. At the far end of the avenue, a quartet or armoured PPD vans hove into view, the white letters 'SWAT' stencilled on the side.
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The Sergeant, whose name was MacKenzie, glowered until his mustache bristled.
"'Stupidity'? You lot blow a criminal into red paste in the middle of a street, resist arrest and then drop officers of the law into a freaking hole? And you're tlaking to me about stupidity? Damnit, now I have heard it all!"
Behind the line of cop cars, the SWAT vans sped up. And behind them, five silhoutes in the sky began to get closer. All five were flying with no visible means of propulsion and, as they got nearer, their blue and yellow uniforms and capes would slowly become clearer...
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"Yes, no, and yes, in that order." the GONAROV's captain replied coldly, "And since you seem to be hard of hearing as well, I'll go ahead and repeat myself one more time before I get angry. As I've said before, the one who did the 'blowing into red paste' has fled the scene. So have a number of those involved in the altercation. We, who are both registered heroes of this city and did not arrive here until the gunman was already dead, would like to do our duty and stop them without escalating the situation."
"So please, do tell me." she prompted MacKenzie, with an upturned palm toward the man, "Where is the logic in your desire to detain us? Because we are witnesses? Our records are public. You know where to reach us. Or is it simply because you know you've screwed up and are too much of a prideful idiot to admit that you need our help here...?"
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If you want to loose them, head to a place with nice wide and deep bodies of water, Ill take it from there.
Well tricky or a lot of fun, one or the other.
Silver would have nodded. As it was, the display on his dashboard (which was significantly more advanced looking than it should have) winked and blinked lights a few times.
"Next stop, Independence Port" he shouted, pulling a sharp turn off the next junction, roaring down the road at speed, while still managing to jink and weave between traffic.
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Finally shimmying his way out of the street pit, the detective took a moment to recompose himself back to style. "Right then" he murmured to the Sergeant, "I'm in no position to criticise your methods but I will say this; those super-powered foreigners, you'll need all the luck you can get re-capturing them. If needed, these two who've cooperated will be in my custody. I'm driving them to City Hall for due processing, then back to the station to file reports on today's incidents."| "Just shut up and surrender your sword, will you?" she quietly snarled... "I hope you know what you're doing," he muttered as he awaited the cuffs. |
With that, the detective headed towards his car, beckoning over the temporally displaced unlicensed crime-fighters. "Come along now, we haven't got all day."
"I'll take that as a yes." the Captain gave a concluding nod to the mum MacKenzie, then uncrossed her arms and turned to walk in Sarkh's direction, a snap of her fingers prompting her other crewmen to attention, the two quickly falling into line to her sides. It was all show of course, the observable signal completely redundant, but the Esertosian felt that the humans didn't need to know that. No, it was better that they felt they knew what was going on. So she kept the act up.
"Honorable guest Synchronaut Sarkh." she addressed the dragon's obsidian silhouette with a fist on her chest and a curt, respectful bow, "We request to trouble you for transportation."
The sapphire-scaled dragon couldn't help but smile, and only barely managed to remain quiet instead of toothily snickering. In on the charade thanks to their network, it didn't take him long to find just what was needed. The Captain's instructions were clear enough - small, fast, local in some way, but still just a tad foreign - and he'd been datagliding ever since they'd gotten here, making the decision extremely easy.
"Of course." he rumbled with a gentle and generous tone, raising a foreleg to spread his fingers across a clear space of pavement at a few meters altitude. Not a second later, nearly all lights in the area went dark, from streetlights to headlights to flashlights, and even the flashing light bars of the gathered emergency vehicles.
However, that didn't go to say that the street went dark. Indeed, the case was quite the contrary. Not half a block up and down, the street lamps and all else shone normally, and the stars above twinkled their light down to earth just as always. All were eclipsed however by the bright-white luminance that had appeared below the Cerosian's palm, a line of purest light flickering into existence there, upheld by nothing but thin air.
In less than two blinks of an eye, that line became two, and those two became four, then the lines became circles, then the circles cylinders, and so on and so forth in succession more rapid than that human eye could even hope to follow, shimmering into being as ever more complex components of a spontaneously expanding wireframe that bridged its cells with dull luminescence with near-instantaneous speed.
In under a second, it was all over - and it was just there.
The next moment, the bright-white aura vanished from the black-paneled vehicle, leaving it little more than an outline in the darkness, and then the area's previous lighting returned with the same suddenness with which it had previously departed. Signal bars flashed, street lamps shone, and headlights, flashlights, even the little red LEDs of radio transceivers in use had all come back in the span of a snap.
"I think you'll find this to your satisfaction." Sarkh remarked casually as he pulled his claws away and set them back on the ground, giving Oxana a nod of his head that visibly conveyed mutual respect. It was both a demonstration as well as a warning to the humans. The GONAROV's captain just hoped they'd take it.
Meanwhile, roughly 40,000 kilometers above the southern horizon, a lonely satellite brought its lenses onto the speeding Quicksilver, then locked the Cybertronian into its sights. Now came the hard part: figuring out some way to communicate with the mechanoid without tipping off anybody else.
Thus the satellite began to scan, first and foremost for a potential wireless signal that could be used to latch on.
Was there any to be found...?
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Having followed the dragon's suggestion, Ineloo watched from her hiding place as first the Autobot and his passengers raced off, then Sarkh made a vehicle appear for his captain and the rest of her team. She had to suppress a giggle of delight at that trick - while the mages she knew were inevitably too pompous and sure of themselves most of the time, she always enjoyed it when they performed their impressive feats of magic.
As the captain was clearly planning on leaving the scene soon, Ineloo hoped that they would still be stopping off at the City Hall at some point. Having seen the trouble that could come from not having one of these 'Hero Licenses', she wanted to get one as soon as possible. If for no other reason than to make sure she had the opportunity to stay out of the way of these overzealous police.
Not wanting to draw any attention to Sarkh's pocket, she scrunched down, while still keeping an eye on what was going on out on the street.
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Ethan look uncomfortable at the van, this looked like another one way trip, and even to promise of a drink did not still his worries.
Then his ears picked up the sound of gun fire and lots more police car sirens, this seemed an even worst situation, and possible costly in ammo.
Out of pleasent options ethan stepped into the van and headed onward to this D place and a number of strong drinks, with any luck.......
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"I'll take that as a yes." the Captain gave a concluding nod to the mum MacKenzie, then uncrossed her arms and turned to walk in Sarkh's direction, a snap of her fingers prompting her other crewmen to attention, the two quickly falling into line to her sides. It was all show of course, the observable signal completely redundant, but the Esertosian felt that the humans didn't need to know that. No, it was better that they felt they knew what was going on. So she kept the act up.
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"Thanks for giving me a bloody chance to answer," he grumbled half under his breath, wincing as he stretched his back out.
One of the SWAT vans pulled up, but the Sergeant spoke quickly to the drive and gestured down the road. With a nod, the driver slammed the vehicle back into gear, the flotilla of vans roaring off down the road after the fleeing Autobot as, overhead, the quintet of fliers arched down to follow them, their yellow and blue uniforms now clear as those of the faceless and vigilant Paragon Protectors...
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"You're welcome." rumbled from Sarkh's throat with a guttural chuckle as he turned his palm and laid it before the Captain to make her a platform, patches of his obsidian silhouette once more appearing in sapphire luster as he spread his wings. Then he closed his claws about Oxana and took off, quick beats of his lifting membranes winging the dragon up and away into the dark night sky with speed greater than anything of his size and mass had any right to move.
The light buggy he'd constructed proceeded to do much the same, the other pair of GONAROV crewmen entering the vehicle through its gull wing doors quite promptly after its appearance, and the construct hummed to life without hesitation, zooming off to join the phalanx of SWAT vans. It didn't take long for it to do exactly that either, the boxy, heavy vehicles in pursuit of the much nimbler Quicksilver actually forming more of a road hazard than anything of value. Thankfully, the two were decent drivers - but the Cybertronian still outclassed them by far.
High in the sky, Sarkh now deposited his Captain on the base of his neck, just between the shoulders. He hadn't wanted to give the humans any ideas. Now that he was out of their view however, little more than a shadow against darkness above, he felt things could be a little more casual. Oxana didn't even need to grip the collar of his utility harness, the dragon's present glide stable and more than sufficiently even.
"This certainly became a fine mess." she grumbled a sigh, staying with English for the halfling's consideration, "Keep with them. Maybe we can get a chance to get them out of this..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Are you sure about this?" Derek muttered to the Outsider. "I mean, they -did- look ready to open fire on us all without a second thought."
"Will you relax?" the Outsider hissed. "Look around, will you? These people are police officers, not some Gear Knight death squad, okay?"
"Same difference, if you ask me." Derek grumbled.
"Really, now?" the Outsider responded, rolling her eyes.
"They're still trigger happy, don't you think? More so than the empress herself, if I'm allowed just a teensy bit of exaggeration here."
"To be fair, if you were running a city, what the bloody hell would -you- do if a disorganised band of vigilantes ended up tearing up your public transport network just to stop one bloody maniac? Let's just get this over with and pray everything goes smoothly, can we?"
"And if it doesn't?"
"We'll cross that bridge went we reach it, like we've done in the past." the Outsider smiled.
"Pfft." Derek answered, simple and to the point. "Yeah, that always works, I guess. Let's just hope we don't have to rebuild it from scratch like the last time you said that."
"Ye of little faith..." she joked at the very moment they reached the car, and within earshot of the detective just as she said it, though her tone was entirely light-hearted and bereft of suspicious intent.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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There would be only a brief moment of disorientation as he stepped through what was apparently not the solid wall of black that it appeared. He walked through into what looked like the entrance of an average warehouse. Average by Paragon standards anyway. The only sign of this being a nightclub was the music. Faint at this distance, but definitely the music of a nightclub. Behind him, he would see a familiar black wall in the doorway he just came from.| Out of pleasent options ethan stepped into the van and headed onward to this D place and a number of strong drinks, with any luck... |
"And here I was starting to think you'd chickened out", Ildela commented with a grin from over where she was leaning against the opposite wall. "Welcome to the D. Or at least the entrance of it, the club itself is upstairs. Come on, I'll show you." She gestured to the only other exit to the immediate area, a corridor leading around a corner away from the doors. "It's the elevator at the end, the other doors lead to other parts of the city."
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Ildela watched the dragon launch into the air at seemingly impossible speed. "I still don't understand how they do that...", she commented to herself before turning and following the police to whichever vehicle they cared to put her in. She offered no resistance, but her shield remained up. "For what it's worth, they're right about not being responsible. The one that did it flew off just before you arrived. Hell, one of your guys probably saw her if they were paying attention. Looks just like me, wears a trenchcoat. And they guy that actually fired the missile she used, she took with her."
Admittedly, most including her would consider calling down the full force of the law on another dimension's version of yourself to be somewhat reprehensible. But Ildela knew her other self was quite capable of defending herself and evading the law if need be. The rest, she had no idea about. So directing attention away from them and onto her other self made sense, from that point of view. Of course, these police hadn't shown much inclination to listen as yet.
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"Thank you lady, we're looking into it. Please, get in and help yourself to some origin-appropriate bracelets" said Mulligan, letting the three of them enter his car. He looked upwards after the giant dragon who along with the 'registered' heroes joined Captain Ron Belle's SWAT/Paragon Protector task force to apprehend the fleeing refugees. "This night is just getting weirder and weirder" he sighed, opening the driver-side door.| "For what it's worth, they're right about not being responsible. The one that did it flew off just before you arrived. |
"Detective Mulligan!" yelled a non-uniform, running through the crime scene waving some CCTV screen-prints.
"Thought I put you on CCTV analysis Brogan, what you doing all the way out here?" asked the detective.
"We've found something sir," he reported. "Just after the battle, there were robot drones launched to the scene. One of them projected an image of a certain Doctor Mechano, delivering some message to the amassed heroes. They didn't take too kindly to him, sir. We think he might be behind the terrorist attack."
"Right, good work Brogan" said the detective, collecting the print outs and entering his car. He leant across to his self-handcuffed power-dampened captives, more passengers than prisoners and handed over the CCTV evidence. "It'll be a short but interesting ride to Atlas Park" he said, starting the car and driving out in the opposite direction to the speeding SWAT vans. "We'll get you registered, then pay Captain Ron Belle a little visit at the station, process you while you'e there. In the meantime, anything useful you could tell me about what happened with Mechano? What he said and why he might've been shunned?"
MacKenzie stayed behind, shaking his head. God damn Cop Shows and Investigation programs on TV had a lot to answer for these days...detectives barking orders like some kinda Inspectors or Captains or...
The Sergeant pulled a hip flask from his belt and took a swig. It was only fruit juice inside, something to keep his throat from drying an a little sugar to keep him going. As he stroked his mustache, looking thoughtfully after the vans, he began to wonder.
Why send Atlas precint SWAT teams? Why not the Row's own teams? And why the Protector unit? Well, sure, there had been a lot of supers and the giant robot, but...
MacKenzie frowned, 'tash bristling slightly. Something didn't smell right. Not right at all...
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"Aside from an inflated ego, declaring himself the big bad guy around these parts and openly confessing to a number of attacks on the city aside?" the Outsider responded, leaning to the side just a bit to answer the detective, much to Derek's discomfort. "Not much, I'm afraid. Most of the people drawn here seem to have their own ideas as to what they should or want to be doing by the looks of things, even if it's not exactly the wisest course of action in our current predicament."|
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The Outsider glanced at the growing frustration on increasingly squished partner's face and opted to sit back before he decided headbutting her was totally worth the penalties it would carry and added: "And I don't think anyone took too kindly to being told what to do by a man that brushes off antics that have put at least one of this world's heroes into a coma as 'harmless pranks' either."
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more of the city yous say, may nota be the best of ideas to hurry backs there, I heards more gun fire and those sirens of the lawmen rushing, I think its a whole deathclaws nest stired up backs there
Ethan checked himself over, considered, and felt he was wearing the best he had for a bar type location, his hand strayed to his 10mm Pistol and checked its reload status.
sos lead on, Ildela, youre a local Im guessing, as you seem to know what who and where abouts here..is there a place a feller can clean up I am a bit dusty from all the travels and explosions and likes, they have clean water here ?
Ethan looked hopeful, this place seemed to have more working technology than he had seen in a look spell, and there was few signs of decay and patchwork repairs, heck there might well be something worth snagging
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"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Atlas Park, Paragon City" said the detective. "Ildela... hope I pronounced that correctly? Please lead your extradimensional friends inside and have the three of you properly registered. I trust you will not try to remove your cuffs? I'll be right behind you, just going to make some calls."
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Meanwhile, the chase from Kings Row to Independence Port received a new element as the light buggy gradually managed its way past the PPD vans that pursued Quicksilver and his passengers. With the overhead satellite not having picked up any means to directly contact the Cybertronian, the light vehicle's occupants, now having an intermittently clear line of sight to the 'fleeing car', went to the next logical step.
A laser.
Unseen and unheard, the thin beam pulsed at several spots on Quicksilver's rear, each containing the same information in the form of a short binary sequence. While none of the GONAROV's crew knew whether the mechanoid could understand such a (for them) outdated system, they very much hoped he could, and would respond with some kind of confirmation thereof.
High above, Oxana and Sarkh waited patiently for some kind of chance, the radio transmissions that they and others picked up not painting a very rosy picture.
"Perhaps I'd better get back to the transport." the Captain brought up for consideration, "I don't think you really need me here right now, yes...?"
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Having successfully crossed the town borders via Skyway City-
The looming statue of the Greek deity Atlas towered over them- |
2. What Deity? Atlas was never a Greek deity. He was a Titan, though. And that statue is a memorial to the hero Atlas, who was a giant hero who died fighting off the 5th Column in Independence Port.
Background knowledge. It's on the wiki.
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Meanwhile, the chase from Kings Row to Independence Port received a new element as the light buggy gradually managed its way past the PPD vans that pursued Quicksilver and his passengers. With the overhead satellite not having picked up any means to directly contact the Cybertronian, the light vehicle's occupants, now having an intermittently clear line of sight to the 'fleeing car', went to the next logical step.
A laser. Unseen and unheard, the thin beam pulsed at several spots on Quicksilver's rear, each containing the same information in the form of a short binary sequence. While none of the GONAROV's crew knew whether the mechanoid could understand such a (for them) outdated system, they very much hoped he could, and would respond with some kind of confirmation thereof. |
"Y'ello? This thing working? Gonna have to shoot the info back this way, because laser-pointer doesn't quite hack it these days," his response came through an occasional blip of static and white noise as the line stabilised.
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Groaning softly, Awesometastic Girl battled with the great daemon known as 'car sickness'.
"Any chance we are going to go through a tunnel, one where you can stop and I can totally bale?" she asks the carbot.
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Still holding her balance atop the speeding Autobot, Mirel narrowed her eyes at the seemingly ever growing crowd tailing them.
Am I to assume the new viechal is hostile or not? And do tell me were reaching the port soon, as I left my bow at home so cant take down more then one or two of the fliers at once here
The cacophony of the massed guns of the police made Ineloo flinch as they fired at the wall that now stood between them and the dimensional refugees. One thing she was rapidly learning was that the ordinary people of this world had access to much louder and more destructive weapons than her home. It was bizare enough to hear one such weapon, but when there was a score of them barking flame and deadly force at once the effect was overwhelming for the little Halfling.
Ineloo clamped her hands over her ears in an attempt to reduce the noise and backed away; a course of action that just so happened to leave her standing under the belly of the dragon she had been talking to. Once she realised where she was, she quickly ducked behind one of his forelegs. With any luck, he would continue to shield her from the roar of the weapons pointed in their direction and not decide that she was either a nuisance fit only for a light snack or forget she was there and sit.
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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