The Crossing ((open RP))

Founders Falls, Safehouse

Mirel sighed before acrobatically leaping from her laying down position to her feet in an instant, rolling her armoured shoulders a little to warm up.

“From the sounds of things you people sure could use a legion or two to help out here, what with all these constant attacks and invasions”

She made her way over to peer over the Outsiders shoulder.

“So how many and how are we getting there then?”

The air beside Ineloo and Kri shimmered, and a door opened seemingly out of nowhere. Silver had been under stealth cloak since the journey, having figured that registering at City Hall would just be painting a big target for the local Deception forces on his face-plate.
"We should really be getting outta he," he prompted, the invisible engine revving slightly.

The Apartment

Anderson sat upi, listening to the incoming Police Scanner reports.
There was a brief, panicked sounding report of 'robot Nazis', at which point the paladin's face lit up, expression splitting into a wider, manic grin.
"So, all th'freaks are oot in force taenight, eh? Let's give 'em ae warm welcome!" he said as he stood, silver hissing as a pair of bayonets slid out of his sleeves and straight into his waiting hands.

Meanwhile...

"Invasion forces: Detected. Encroachment into affairs: Unacceptable. All aquisition forces: Deploy. Mission: Termination!"

In Atlas Park, the Police precint suddenly sprung into united action. At his desk, Captain Ron Belle put his feet up and smirked as, beside him, the giant police dog growled and licked its lips.

Beneath Skyway City, a detachment of Crey security forces and Paragon Protectors moved out, dispatching in secret to hot spots to 'do their part' for the city. In the swivel chair in the main office, Chief Officer Firenze spun round and round, grinned between his headphones as hevy rock music pounded in his ears.

The Arachnos base in Faultline began deployment at the same time, squads of heavily armed and armoured troopers making their way to deny the new arrivals any ground. In the Commanders office, the man sat immobile at his desk while, behind him, a Drone Controller unit hovered ominously.

And, from beneath Steel Canyon, the strange monotone voice gave it's orders.
"Decepticons: Scramble. All Hail: Megatron!"

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger 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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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Ethan shruged and stopped listerning to the radio reports, he made hiss way to the bathroom, to return momnets later once more in his suit of powerarmour, a huge multibarreled weapon in his left hand, and a pissed off stride.

The helmet gave his voice that darth vader tone..

" come on then, lets go open up a can or two.... "

The Kriegroboter were having a surprisingly hard time holding ground in anywhere but Atlas and Kings Row.

In Independence port a rather miffed Lusca seemed to be sweeping the harbour edges clean with both the Family, Tsoo and heroes banding together to fight them back to the portal. In Talos the heroes were experienced with invasions and thus went to that famous hill, holding the line there, the wave of units breaking against the condensed mass of heroes like the sea beating against an Impervium barrier.

Professor Mechaniker sighed, "alright, close down the portals in those two locations, there is no point losing units in a fight we cannot win, reroute the reinforcements to the Atlas Park and Kings Row locations."

Katze looked down at the angry looking old man, "Trouble Professor? You know the penalty for failing the Fuehrer is to be executed, especially since you have cost the Reich a lot of time, resources and money to build you little army, I am under orders to do so the moment this little escapade goes wrong."

Mechaniker grinned, "Yes, I know you think this is a complete waste of time my dear Katze, you'd rather be at home enjoying the pleasures of some floozy fraulein, which I'll remind you the Reich does not approve of, however you are also not to allow this mission to fail due to your inability to act either..."

Katze let out a growl, "fine...is it ready?"

"Yes, opening a large portal now!"

In the sky a huge portal opened, even above the sounds of battle the throbbing thrum of many engines could be heard as the fully armoured assault Zepplin begun to slip through.

"Our chariot shall be through and landing in moments, once inside we can get to Peregrine Isles easily, it is designed to withstand...."

The screeching, piercing roar of Jet engines drowned out everything else as a Lockheed Blackbird whizzed low, a barrage of missiles devastating the surrounding robots.

"Ok...that was not in the information files, you mentioned nothing of jet fighters within the city limits Katze!"

"Do not look to me Professor that was most certainly not here when I was scouting."

"You foolish feline, do you not think to take into consideration what else had come through during the portal storm, next you'll be telling me there's a army of well armed, stealth suited anthropomorphic lizards and a god-like warrior from another dimension."

"Don't be absurd Professor, now you're just ranting..."

Atlas Park, Nazi Airship Battle

Mirel brushed down her armour after the rather sudden teleport, more to make sure she was all intact then it actually needed brushing down. She ran experienced eyes over the situation, this one would be tricky, but she could defiantly swing this to her advantage.

“I’ll capture the airship, when I do take control of it, do make sure they stop shooting it, would be a shame to loose something that valuable… oh and the mortal casualties to, yes, would be just terrible”

She said to the Outsider, the latter part of the statement being quite hurriedly added on as she sprinted her way towards the nearest streetlight, once more quite effortlessly running straight up the side of it before grasping onto the horizontal bar the lamp part extended off of and swinging herself around and around.

In almost no time at all the young dynast had swung up quite an impressive amount of momentum, and on the up swing she let go of the bar, being flung up towards the airship, curling into a ball briefly as she twirled upright once more, a great foamy white jet of water erupting from her feet to help propel her further and faster into the air.

Despite all this the Airship was still too high, Mirel wasn’t being to make it, her momentum bleeding off as she started to fall short. However, she really didn’t seem surprised by this, narrowing her eyes as if taking a tricky shot with a bow and extending a clenched fist in front of her, the blades sliding forth from her gauntlets once more.

As she arrived at the apex of her ascent, in the split second before her decent began, the middle of the three blades shot forth from her gauntlets, streaking straight up and piercing the side of the airship, the chain following it suddenly loosing all slack as gravity suddenly realised it hadn’t been paying attention to Mirel, but it held, even starting to reel itself back into the gauntlet and pulling the Dynast on the last stretch of her journey towards the airship, the blades of the other gauntlet extending ready in case she should be attacked during this final vulnerable stage.

Atlas Park

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Originally Posted by Dr_MechanoEU "You foolish feline, do you not think to take into consideration what else had come through during the portal storm, next you'll be telling me there's a army of well armed, stealth suited anthropomorphic lizards and a god-like warrior from another dimension." "Don't be absurd Professor, now you're just ranting..."

((Actually, there's still only one. ))

Kri looked back and forth between the two in a somewhat disbelieving manner as the so uneven pair held their...monologue? No, that wasn't it. Still, he wouldn't have called it anything much resembling a conversation. It was just too odd. It was also the reason he wasn't entirely sure what to do.

On one hand, Ineloo and Quicksilver had some very sensible ideas. This was clearly a forceful incursion by a decidedly hostile party. Plus there was something very large and ominous-looking emerging from a portal overhead. On the other, Katze and Mechaniker conducted themselves in a manner that seemed almost...silly. Like a pair of hatchlings playing with their toys. It just felt so bizarre, so surreal, that the shaman simply couldn't bring himself to take decisive action. What the heck was going on here?

Well...if there was ever a time to start asking that question, it was probably now. With a curt exhale, the lavender lizardman swallowed the bulk of his anxiety and took a step forward.

"Uh...excuse me..." he tried to get their attention, though that he was still somewhat nervous was easy to discern by both his eyes and tone, "Why...are you attacking this place? It, um, doesn't seem very wise, you know..."

The Professor took one one look at the Lavender lizardman and then looked at Katze.

"What did I just say?! Ranting am I?!"

"Calm down Professor..."

He sighed and ran his hand down his face, "we're attacking this place to bring it under the rule of the great and immortal Fuehrer, as of my plan, ha, I will not be fooled with such a simple trick as to reveal my plan in monolgue!"

Katze growled, "now either step aside or..." unhooking a what seemed like a spiked ball from her belt, a handle shooting out from the inside, turning into a large spiked mace, "...I will make you step aside..."

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Meanwhile on the Blimp the only human person onboard, the pilot, noticed a rather large blade sticking into the side of the cabin.

"You there, Roboter, deal with the boarding party...I will land this thing or die trying!"

Three pairs of laser swords thrummed into life and the female assaultbots stood by the cabin door, waiting for whatever it was that going to be boarding...why they hadn't planned for this, or even the fact that flight was apparently a fairly common mode of transport among the metahuman population was something the Pilot had begun to wonder.

The gunbots were leaning out of the windows, firing at any flying hero that got close, trying to repel any invaders, some bring their weapons aim toward Mirel, bullets filling their air as they fired as much lead towards her as they could muster.

Having suffered the teleport with a simple stoic shrug Ethan’s well versed eyes took in the terrain and occupants of Atlas, nice statues, and plenty of cover.

Flying had never appealed to Ethan, so he was more than happy to let the Mirel lass deal with the blimp, and after all the fuss about his last Missile , firing another off in front of all these Lawmen was not as smart move.

So, instead he raised up the Gatling Laser and looked for some ground based targets to shoot at.

The Ildela who wasn't currently contained within a cloud of creepy black stuff quite happily took the offered teleport, casting a glance over at her other self before they disappeared. Said other self neither heard nor responded to the offer, occupied as she was with who knows what.

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Over in Atlas park, Ildela emerged from the teleport with the rest. She stopped a moment, looking around. Portals, check. Robot army, check. Zeppelin.... check. Of the three, only that last one was much of a surprise. But the ever overconfident Mirel seemed sure she could deal with it, so Ildela simply sent a burst of energy her way as a parting gift. Then extended the same to the others with her, each of them in turn suddenly experiencing a huge surge of energy. They'd feel as if they could run a marathon without even breaking a sweat.

That done, she turned her attention to the robots. In her experience, the lightning-like energy she wielded tended to disagree with robots. Thus, she promptly raised a hand toward the nearest group of them and the ground under them suddenly erupted with pulses of the same energy, interfering with their normal operation and effectively putting them to sleep, or a reasonable impression of it at least.

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Back in Founder's Falls, the other Ildela emerged from her cloud changed. Apparently she was among other things a shapeshifter, at least to some extent. Her skin was lighter, her hair a darker brown rather than the dull orange it'd been before. Even her outfit was different, dressed now in a far more traditional superhero costume. "Right then", she commented, looking around for anyone still present. "Off to Atlas to beat up interdimensional invaders... feels like home, now." With that she headed off in search of the teleporters the guys who had sent them here had said they'd have. They weren't too difficult to find, of course. After entering the requisite coordinates on the control panel attached to the teleporter (And instructing anyone still with her on how to do the same, if necessary) she stepped onto the pad and in a flash of energy was gone.

Arriving in Atlas, she like her other self before her paused a moment to take a look around and assess the situation. "Nazi airship. There's a new one", she commented, watching it emerging from its portal before promptly vanishing from sight and flying off in search of things that deserved a good beating.

Ineloo did not like the look of the way things were developing, and while she might not quite have a totally legitimate hero licence yet, she was sure that the documentation the Captain had kindly provided her would more than suffice for now.

Atlas Park, Nazi Airship

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Originally Posted by Dr_MechanoEU The gunbots were leaning out of the windows, firing at any flying hero that got close, trying to repel any invaders, some bring their weapons aim toward Mirel, bullets filling their air as they fired as much lead towards her as they could muster.

A few bullets struck home, sparking against the black armour as they hit but apparently leaving not a scratch. Any future fire would be given no such chance as Mirel spun around on the chain, the bladed fist not rapidly winching her up towards the airship swinging around to leave a deep blue trail of water covering her from the gunbots firing arcs, the few bullets that were fired at it shattered as they splashed into the surface.

With a faint click the armoured Dynast arrived at the base of the airships cabin, unfortunately there seemed to be no immediately available hatches on the underside for her to slip into, not that this really posed that much of a problem.

On the inside of the cabin there was another loud thunk as a new trio of blades pierced though it, quite rapidly cutting a circular hole out of the metal, directly underneath one of the swordbots, which had just enough time to exchange glances with one of its comrades before the circle of deck plating it was stood on and the bot itself were sent plummeting down onto the street below.

The remaining bots were given no time to react as in an instant a black armoured figure flipped in through the outside of the hole, blades on chains flying out to skewer the tow remaining sword bots, and with a tug back with both arms as she stood up straight Mirel flung them backwards into the rows of Gunbots.

As if this sight alone wasn’t terrifying enough for the poor pilot, it probably wasn’t helped as Mirel funnelled her Essence into making herself look just that extra bit intimidating, hoping to flick the right switches in the pilots head that it really would be best to just do as she said, hopefully making her more scary then his other superiors.

“I do believe this is my airship now, I trust you don’t disagree?”

Atlas Park...

The Outsider watched Mirel shoot off toward the blimp, having called dibs on it without even so much as discussing a single jot of tactics.

"You know," she sighed, "That woman is either very brave, very nuts or just very stupid."

Derek, meanwhile, held his position. Rather than simply rush into the oncoming machine horde, the wandered opted to prepare beforehand by once again drawing power from the universe and channelling it into his sword, not that they seemed to be proving too much of a challenge for the Ildela that had joined them. But underestimation can get even the most skilled of warriors killed, of that Derek was certain. Fortune favoured the bold, but it preferred to spit on the reckless.

Atlas Park

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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha With that he charged, hissing madly as he hurled himself at Katze, blades lashing out as he dove in like a man possessed.

Kri backpedaled and nearly landed on his rump as all hell broke loose with an abruptness he'd seen only very few times in his life. Oddly enough, or perhaps not, it was once more a human spearheading said breach (well, alright, the lavender-scaled shaman wsn't entirely sure of that, as he could've sworn the man's face consisted of naught but glasses and a grin so wide and psychotic it would've made a nether demon scowl in deepest envy), and he couldn't help but draw a parallel or three to the battles in which he'd fought back home.

Well, at least the blades weren't pointed at his throat this time, he supposed.

Nevertheless, the swordslinging clergyman's surge duly prompted the Rulusian lizardman to reconsider the situation in favor of the wisdom of Quicksilver and Ineloo. In one fell swoop, he attempted to snatch up the halfling and dive for cover behind the nearby unseen 'vehicle'. He hoped the Autobot's cloaking means were similar enough to those of which he knew, otherwise he'd feel rather silly for trying to hide behind something invisible.

Meanwhile, a quartet of ivory claws belonging to large fingers armored in sapphire scales curled their way about the rim wall of a nearby pool of water that by all rights was much, much too shallow to accommodate their owner by any twist or bend of the 'laws' of physics - so it was a good thing Sarkh looked upon them more as guidelines.

Grumbling from the water palely lit by soft lamps embedded in the walls of the rectangular basin, the house-sized dragon dragged himself from the pool in the very same manner in which a cat would scrunch its way through a hole in the fence that really should've been too small...

Atlas Park...

Before the holy man copped a spiked ball to the face, Derek finally charged in to strike, dashing toward the remaining machine masses, his still-sheathed sword - to anyone who could detect it - vibrating from so much power within that one would think it was ready to explode into a million pieces.

But it didn't just yet. When the wanderer reached the oncoming horde, he then swung the blade around to bring it across his back as before, grabbing the scabbard and quickly drawing the weapon out in one smooth motion and bringing the charged sword up into one of the robot's hips.

But he wasn't going to release all that power yet. Instead, the plan was to cut his way into the middle of the horde, using his sword in wide horizontal strikes to clear the way and the scabbard to beat any individual ones back if they got too close. It would be as if a ballerina had been trained in close combat by a swordmaster, really.

If all went well and he finally reached what he figured was the centre of it all, -then- he would release all that power from the sword in a 360-degree arc of cutting Force.

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The Outsider, meanwhile, clenched her teeth as she watched this world's Mechano blast off out of dodge. She could have done with some answers from that man! Rather than stand there ranting about it while all Hell was breaking loose for the fourth time around her since arriving in this deranged world, she used the nearby car that Derek used earlier to launch herself over the cops, this time leaping toward a nearby streetlight that remained intact. Clambering to the top of the thing should give her a better view of the battlefield.

And that it did. Almost as soon as she reached the lamp's pinnacle she spotted what the bad doc had been there for: the unconcious Mechaniker behind the machine army.

Maybe, she thought to herself right before a stray shot took out the base of the lamp, forcing the woman to abandon her lookout point without further ado, her rolling landing as she hit the ground quickly shifting to a full-speed dash toward the robots herself. If I can reach that guy, he might have a means to switching off the robots!

Of course, she hadn't quite thought her plans for getting to him though, but she figured she might get away with stealing a leg-up from one of the robots' guns and using their heads as stepping stones. It worked before against a regiment of gear knights back in Laskaster, though that was in a narrow alleyway, not an open area like this.

Here's hoping.

Atlas Park

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Originally Posted by Dr_MechanoEU He smirked as he fired his jetboots, "I'd like to stick around and help you with the invasion but I've done my part...." flying off into the sky.

The Outsider might've scowled her disagreement through clenched teeth, but Sark's took a much more pragmatic form. Indeed, he didn't much care for the good Doctor's attempt of extradition either. The man had some things to answer for. So he took wing.

If Dr. Mechano carried radar or such, it was likely he was aware of the pursuit before the obsidian silhouette of the dragon's form blotted out the stars above him. If not, he'd probably be rather surprised, for the speed at which Sarkh's grip came for him already carried significant magnitude - and with surprise on its side, it was damn-near instantaneous...

Atlas Park, Nazi Airship

Well, of all the things to happen the course of events that had just transpired were some of the most unexpected. Mirel took the moment of unexpected silence to glance around at the controls, if there was one thing a Water Aspect knew it was how to sail ships, even ships that flew.

And so after only a small bit of puzzling the Dynasts hands were dashing between controls, halting their airships advance quite easily, and settling it in for a nice vertical decent, right on top of the fight with the robot horde and giant Nazi cat woman.

“Attention everyone” She spoke out from the airships broadcast system, her voice booming out over the fight, “Your airship has just been commandeered by house Cathak, I advise all invaders to stand down immediately, failure to do so will result in me showing you absolutely no leniency at all, and really do you want to annoy the woman who single headedly captured this ship in a matter of moments?”

Officer Katze looked around, the invasion was finished as quickly as it had started.

"This was a foolhardy endevor, rest assured next time, we shall be better prepared..."

Reaching down and touching a button on her belt buckle she shimmered and then vanished into a portal, the chain snapping off, left dangling limply around the crazed mans arm.