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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Feb 18, 2012 20:48:01 GMT -5
OOC: M6W4D3; Huron National Forest; Open
A rather plain looking man of Hispanic heritage makes his way through Huron National Forest. Satellite images of the area, at least before they were "cleaned up," showed something unusual, something... big here, and Agent S was the one tasked to investigate. He pushes his way through one last copse of trees and his eyes widen. "Christ," he whispers, shocked.
The satellite pictures don't hold a candle to the real deal.
Jackpot.
Agent S stares at what clearly appears to be an alien vessel, silver metal, curves that seem almost organic in design despite their clearly artificial nature, a corkscrew design along the outside, and most importantly, a door left open and the ramp down.
He shakes his head, finding his luck hard to believe. It's tempting to call back to base, but there's a chance that the signal might be intercepted. He should, perhaps, leave.
But the door is open.
He approaches cautiously, quietly, but the thing seems to be empty. He gets to the edge of the hatch and peeks in. From his human perspective, the scale is large, but the ceiling is more high than the room actually huge. In fact, he'd guess that only one of those alien robots could fit inside comfortably.
But that's the thing... the chair... the controls... even the door. Everything is just the right size for a "typical" one of the alien robots. The ones that arrived several months ago, turning the agency upside down, and then seemed to suddenly... vanish only a few weeks ago.
Maybe the answer is inside?
He creeps into the one room spacecraft, glancing around as he does. Instinctively, the first thing he does is check for hiding places. If need be, there's some equipment he can duck behind quickly...
And when he hears a sound from outside, he darts to the nearest piece, his features blurring as he moves, from nondescript Hispanic to even less descript Caucasian, brown hair and eyes, average height, average weight, average everything. If he's caught, may as well make any descriptions as worthless as possible, right?
Before the newcomer arrives, he is out of sight.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 18, 2012 22:16:26 GMT -5
There is an older woman in a buttercream suit wandering around the park. It's a nice day for a walk. She's totally not looking for a place to move a small jungle. (Yes, she is.)
Then she notices the space ship. Huh. This is definitely not a good place to move a jungle, then.
She ducks out of sight behind a tree. A moment later, C-list Detroit superhero, Metatron is out for a stroll in the park to investigate the ship. She strolls around it. This looks familiar, but it's off in more ways than it is familiar. She gives it a rap on the side experimentally.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Feb 22, 2012 20:13:49 GMT -5
This vessel is not a derelict. The first hint that both heroes get are circular devices attached to parts of the ships interior. While considerably high tech, they are not as advanced as the alien technology, let alone a part of the actual ship. There are displays in their center, with lines of data flowing down at a rapid pace.
The second hint comes when suddenly, just as Metatron touches the hull, the ship comes to life. A hum echoes through the vessel as it starts to rumble, lights flicker on as the ship powers up. If Metatron wishes to find out more, she will have only a short while to get on before the ramp pulls up and the ship lifts off proper.
Then, from where Agent S is hiding, he can hear a muffled sound. If he is looking the right way, he can even see a wire being fired from a grapple launcher, connecting to the control console. It is hit with an electrical burst before the holographic display changes from alien gibberish to a far more comprehensible English. A satisfied chuckle echoes through the room, originating from the middle of the seat. "Excellent. I am now in full control, and with the power of this vessel, I will be unstoppable."
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Feb 22, 2012 22:47:15 GMT -5
Damn it, how did he miss that guy?
Agent S looks towards grapple launcher and manages to keep from groaning at the speech.
Oh, Sigma, a supervillain.
Signma?
For the moment, he remains ducked in place, making sure he's out of sight of the newcomer. The... gold skinned newcomer?
Another cape. Hero? Did he just walk into the middle of a meta-battle? Lovely.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 29, 2012 19:14:57 GMT -5
Slade is totally and completely not avoiding his sister. Because avoiding Shahar is pointless when he lives with her and he has to go back to the apartment someday. Just... not today. If he can possibly help it.
-- That is a spaceship. A spaceship powering up.
Man, Shahar is going to kill him dead.
Slade ducks behind a tree and mutters the alien word1 that forces his transformation. Light flares, there and gone almost faster than the human eye can register.
Seraph steps out to investigate the ship- then notices the gold-skinned woman. What's Metatron2 doing way out here?
1. The imperative form of "transform" in an ancient, no-longer-used airship AI programming dialect, incidentally. It hurts Slade's throat to speak. 2. Slade pays attention to Detroit's capes. He probably sells toys of them, too.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 5, 2012 16:06:20 GMT -5
Seraph may notice that the Metatron toys are much more impressively endowed than Metatron actually is in person. Yes, she also has gold skin and silver hair, Agent S is seeing that correctly.
Metatron has no real common sense, so she sneaks onto that ramp and into the vessel when the lights come on and the rumble issues. She manages to hear that the tail end of that speech, and she tries to duck out of sight.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 18, 2012 19:20:02 GMT -5
Still, Octavian is completely oblivious to his stow-aways. He is far too focused on the alien controls of the ship, his programs analyzing and translating. Then, when the displays hit 100%, he lets forth an impressive ominous chuckle. "Now, to ascend to the heavens!" He lets his hands slip into two gloves, gloves that are attached to the cables that control everything, almost literally taking the reigns.
Then the ship bends to his will.
It rises up from the ground, it's outer structure starting to rotate, with every spin climbing further into the sky. Octavian keeps a careful look on the meters, but he knows that he has no real need to worry, not with the ship having little to no damage.
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 21, 2012 18:46:04 GMT -5
So.... not just a supervillain but Lord Freaking Slaughter. Wonderful. And he's got control of the alien craft.
Agent S can't have that, but he also can't take Lord Slaughter.
He switches appearances again. A black-eyed, dark skinned male with neck length hair, a graceful built, and a simple violet t-shirt over jeans with a jacket. Lord Slaughter would know him as Tyrone Combe, one of dozens of other flunkies, if he bothers to remember the name at all, but still, the face is familiar.
Agent S does not expect this to work, and in fact, is still not showing himself. It's just a precaution, something to encourage Slaughter to hesitate, to give him a few moments in which to act, should he be discovered. And then, in his new appearance, he begins to look for a panel to pry off. Finding one, he removes an all-purpose tool from his pocket and gets to work as quietly as he can.
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 24, 2012 20:17:22 GMT -5
Seraph really doesn't pay attention to how women (or men) are endowed.
The doors begin to iris shut as the ship rises into the air. Seraph growls to herself and takes off at a dead run, kicking off from the ground below the ship. The wings she doesn't have almost seem visible - but they aren't angel wings.
She dives through one of the doors just as they shut, alien metal nipping at her boots.
Then she blinks at Lord Slaughter. Wow. Probably not in her league.
Shahar is going to kill her so hard.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 24, 2012 21:03:08 GMT -5
Metatron concludes that she needs to go find and expendable mook, suborn his will, and proceed from there.
Agent S's choice of identities was rather unfortuate today.
Better hope Metatron does not find him!
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 26, 2012 19:26:21 GMT -5
Fortunately, it is extremely unlikely that Metatron will have to do unpleasant things to Agent S.
Unfortunately, this is because there are several goons on board.
Goons that naturally look similar to Slaughter himself. They're dressed tip to toe in blue combat armor, faces obscured by amber-tinted visors. They're holding shotguns, since that tends to be better indoors than assault rifles, and are patrolling along the inner workings of the ship, in air ducts and pipe works that are big enough to allow them to walk through.
One turns a corner and blinks as he sees Agent S. "Combe? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be over in Italy?"
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 31, 2012 20:44:06 GMT -5
Shotguns are a terrible choice for inside a ship, especially when you're part of a team! Every pellet is a potential ricochet, every ricochet is potential friendly fire, and when it's not that, you risk damaging the vessel itself.
'Combe' subtly returns the tool to his pocket, stand, and turns back with a shrug. "Yeah, ran into a bit of a situation there. Dunsky needed me to get a message back, couldn't risk it getting intercepted." As he talks, he walks towards them. The closer he is to them, the better the chance that if they actually start aiming those guns, he'll have enough time to dash between them, and if they're facing each other with shotguns, all the usual problems with shotguns on board a ship get much worse.
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Post by Duskwing on Apr 6, 2012 12:30:14 GMT -5
Meanwhile, deep in the engine bay, one more mook is dutifully watching dials. He's wearing the blue combat armor with the face-concealing amber visor--someone didn't read the Evil Overlord List when designing flunky uniforms--but he also has a purple and gray-striped bandana draped around his neck. Guido's shotgun lays on the console beside him; he's not sure it's a great idea in all these metal walls, either. He tightened the choke down to minimum, though--there will be no ricochets if it all goes into his target. He still wears his trusty Glock in an underarm holster, just in case.
His job is to keep an eye on the dials and tell Lord Slaughter if they get out of line. His other job is to keep an eye on the other mooks in his area and 'deal with them' if they get out of line.
Guido frowns slightly as he feels the gentle pressure of the ship lifting off and peers at the alien dials again. Needles still below the tape marks. He flips open his walkie-talkie/cellphone.
"Readings is all good, boss," he says, radioing his report in. Sure, Lord Slaughter has all the bridge console outputs available to him, but Guido has orders to give him cross-checks on the engine instruments periodically.
It doesn't occur to him to ask why someone with no engineering qualifications has been tasked to baby-sit the engines.
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Post by Slingshot on Apr 13, 2012 16:57:08 GMT -5
Seraph scuttles behind cover. Her brain is racing, trying to remember more tactics than "hit it until it stops being scary", because wow, that so is not going to work on Lord Slaughter.
Shahar is going to kill her dead.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Apr 19, 2012 15:41:08 GMT -5
There is probably a brilliant tactical reason why Octavian gave his men shotguns. Or his player just done and goofed. Who knows! But he did read the manual, because making flunkies look like knockoffs of their boss is pretty much Supervillainy 101.
The guard looks at Agent S with suspicious eyes behind the tinted visor. "Clunsky did?" He looks at his friend. The answer takes a little while. "Clunsky, did you?" "No. Open fire." The pair raise their shotguns. What happens next is bloody, and not in their favor. The fate of faceless mooks.
"Understood, operative Dusk-" Octavian is cut off by the sound of gunfire and dead gurgles. He merely sighs, and would pinch the bridge of his nose if he could. "Can a man not ride his latest acquisition in peace?" He checks the altitude, then engages a VI to take over control. Then he slips out of the control harness and jumps out of the chair, landing with a loud 'thud'. The floor dents beneath the force of it. "We have an intruder. Assume multiple hostiles. Check your targets and shoot to kill."
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