Dial up Heroine (Worm/Ben 10)

First is the fact that the thing is about the size of your average desk table, where if you are sitting in front of it, everything is within reach. the center of the table is set up with a screen that Miss Militia shows off as being a touch screen. The thing shows a map of Brockton Bay, and across it there are a number of glowing little dots that are moving across the screen. Each dot stays at about the size of a quarter, regardless of how much you zoom out, and they each have a number on them. The dots come in three different colors. Blue - Representing Police cars. Green - Representing PRT troopers, and White - Representing the patrolling Wards and Protectorate Members. To the direct left of the screen itself is a corded phone, and three buttons.

One marked Rig. One marked EMS, and one marked PRT.

Then on the right side, there is a second touch screen, this one showing three columns of dots. And would you look at that. The closest row is marked with white dots, and just from where you are standing, you can spot the names of Armsmaster, Battery, Triumph, and Challenger. Hitting any of the dots makes their location on the map flash, and a little box pops up naming off the two closest streets.

Finally, there is a button that is unmarked. Having hit Armsmaster's dot, she then hits the button. "Armsmaster, this is Console." Miss Militia says. "Showing the working of the new console to the Wards."

"Console, this is Armsmaster." the man's voice comes out from somewhere else on the table, but you aren't entirely sure where. "I hope you all like the new console. I don't have the slightest idea who in the world designed the horrible thing that you all had before, but this should be much better."

However, before you have a chance to hear anything more, there is an audible Boom. "...Well. Console, I'm certain that you just heard that. There was an audible explosion. That came from the North East... That's ABB territory. Get everyone else moving."

Miss Militia is quiet for a short moment, before she speaks up. "Do you want me to get out there?" She asks.

"It should be fine," You say "Miss Tara is right..." You turn to where the other adult had been laying on the couch, but she's not there. "Not... where I last saw her. Uhhh..."

Armsmaster chuckles. "There's no need. It's probably just a blown transformer or something of the sort. If things change, then I'll call it in, but for now I think that everything should be fine with just the heroes already on the streets."

Without waiting for an answer, Armsmaster clicks off the communicator, before allowing his head to softly drop down onto the handles of his bike. "...Why the hell did I just taunt Murphy?" The man's question is quiet, and there isn't anyone around to even hear it. After a moment of letting his own mistake simmer, the hero does the only thing that he can.

Pulling himself back into a fully sitting position, the hero rolls his shoulders, then rolls his neck before revving the engine.

At this point he's already gone and ordained that something is going to go wrong, which means that the best thing that he can do is simply be ready for whatever refuse matter is about to hit the rotary oscillator.

And that means that there isn't time for him to be sitting around here.

Once the man gets moving there comes a quiet realization that starts to bring the man's teeth on edge. He'd made a rough guess of the distance between himself and the threat based on the sound, but this... He's already traveled twice that distance, and he's only just hit the edge of a part of town where all the lights on the buildings, and more importantly the streetlights have all gone out.

Which means that he is just reaching the edge of the effected area, and that means that everything has already started off getting worse than he expected it all to. That is not good, not good at all.

Barely thumbing over the button near his brakes, Armsmaster feels the Van der Waals force generator kicking in, the man's seat gripping back to him in order to make sure that he won't fall. Popping up and over the lip of the sidewalk, Armsmaster carefully moves around the few civilians on the streetside, before hits the edge of the closest building.

Then the man's world turns, as his bike continues straight on, following the sheer side of the building and riding right up the side. There isn't anyone who can see the smile on Armsmaster's face as he simply decides to ignore gravity, and all the forces of the universe that stand in his way. Reaching the top, there is a moment where the bike hangs there, one wheel up in the air before the entire vehicle tips forwards and lands with a careful bang atop the roof. Another click of the button disengages the Van der Waals force generator, as instead the man quickly hits a couple of other switches and buttons, shifting the settings and mechanics of the machine that he is working with.

There is something to be said for the way that Armsmaster's Tinker A designation is for the streamlining and miniaturizing of machinery. There is, of course, still work to be done in order to streamline the actual interface that his bike needs, but the vast majority of the reason why he needs so many different interfaces on his bike is the fact that he has managed to stuff far more technology into the bike than anyone has any right to. Case in point, the bike begins to hum, the air not quite sparking with electrical energy, yet at the same time even the dullest of viewers would be able to feel the way that their hair stands on end as the weight of the bike decreases.

This is... Still a work in progress, but Armsmaster has been working hard on trying to actually give his bike the ability to fly, and this weight reduction technology is the closest that he has gotten.

For now at least. Pushing the bike forward the engine roars as he starts to accelerate, before a particular twist kicks the suspension into the highest of gears, the springs crunching down before just kicking off and heaving the Armscycle up into the sky. From there, Armsmaster waits once more, letting the bike hit the absolute top of it's arc before with another press of a button two flat surfaces unfold from the sides of the bike.

...And so Armsmaster begins to glide, ignoring the streets and moving as the crow flies. Unfortunately, despite everything else, the tinker hasn't yet managed to finish the EM drive that the Glider form is supposed to use while flying, so for the short moment the leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate is reduced to simply following the cruel and impossible rules of the laws of physics.

Still, there are advantages to the high position that the man is at, first and foremost is the fact that he finally is able to see the actual source of the problem.

A problem that is enough to make him quietly curse. "Challenger." The hero clicks his communicator and contacts the one member of the Protectorate that might be able to do something about all of this.

"Boss." Challenger says simply enough. The woman might be a bit of a snarky jerk when the situation is soft enough to allow it, but Armsmaster is extremely glad that she has the ability to immediately be serious when the situation calls for it.

"I can see the source of the explosion." He says simply, and there is something harsh in his words, but then the man continues speaking, and the heroine completely understands why he is so terse. "Uber is wearing some kind of dragon themed armor and using a halberd." Armsmaster says quickly, "He is working aside who I assume to be L33t, dressed in a blue robe of some kind with a balaclava hiding his face and a large... Wizard-like hat." There is a distinct moment of silence, before the man groans. "Fuck it. I'm pretty sure that L33t is dressed as a Final Fantasy Black Mage."

"That's... not great, boss." Challenger confirms, both heroes thinking about what it might mean that the villain is dressed in what could be argued to be the preeminent elemental user in all of fiction.

"And of course, because I murphy'd it, that isn't the half of it." Armsmaster says, quietly admitting to Challenger what he wouldn't say to anyone else, except possibly Dragon herself. It is silly and superstitious, sure. But Armsmaster has been a Cape for long enough to understand that the universe has a sense of humor. "The two aren't alone either, they've got close to a dozen others. They... They look a lot like one of the bounty hundters that attacked during Myriad's power testing."

"You don't think that Uber and L33t might be behind that attack, do you?" Challenger asks, and Armsmaster has to lie to the woman, even if he would prefer not to.

"I don't think so." He knows that they aren't responsible, but they might have gotten in contact with the aliens that are behind that, and that is a terrifying concept. Just the bare idea that the aliens first interactions with actual humans would be Uber and L33t. "But it's possible that the bounty hunters might have gotten in touch with them. "But whatever is going on with the connection between Uber and L33t and the attack is going to have to wait, because they are fighting Lung at the moment."

"I... Aight." Challenger says after a moment of silence. "Yeah, sure. Great. You've got eyes on the idiots, and the angry rage dragon that has always been more bark than bite. That is... Not great, but it is manageable."

"And to add on to all of that," Armsmaster continues, ignoring the soft 'Oh fucking damn it.' that Challenger lets loose from the other side of the communicator. "There's someone else in the middle of the fight. Female... Blonde hair. White outfit. Appears to be a flying brick. Could be a member of New Wave if Photon Lady has changed her outfit, but I'm not seeing any beams. Good news is that she's pretty clearly heroically inclined. She's trying to put a stop to the fight, but has spent most of her time having to pull catch debris and the like instead."

Blocks away from where Armsmaster continues to explain the situation, Challenger takes a breath, allowing the energies that make up the world to flow in through her mouth, even as a little of the power exits out through her nose. A second breath allows the energy to grow and start to billow off of the woman. In her own mind, she has the ability to refer to it as what it really is, even if she would never call it magic out loud. She's seen how Myrridin is treated for calling himself a wizard.

It doesn't really matter if the man is actually a wizard or not, and to be entirely honest Challenger is either of the opinion that the man isn't a real wizard, and just a parahuman... Or he's the damn best magic user that the woman has ever seen. He doesn't even seem to be trying, just rubbing the stupid stone inlaid into his staff and then making things happen the way that he wants.

Leaning up and over the front of the Cape's own motorcycle, which unlike Armsmaster's insane tinkertech monstrosity, is simply an overengineered monstrosity of ordinary tech. The Marine Turbine Technologies 420-RR still stands as the fastest motorcycle in the entire world, capable of reaching an absolutely insane two hundred and seventy-three miles an hour. Really, a speed like that is all but impossible to actually push to the max. Unless, of course, you have the magical ability to enhance your own mind, reaction speed and body to be able to handle it.

What that means in the absolute simplest terms is " ᚲᛟᛗᚨ ᛒᛁᚢᚱᛟᛊᛏ᛫ ᚠᛚᛁᛏᛃᚨ ᛃᛟᚱᚢ-ᚠᛇᚷᛁᚱ ᛚᛖᚷᚷᛃᚨ ᚢᛁᚾᚾᚨ ᛚᛃᚢᚷᚨ ᚠᚨᚠᚾᛁᚱ᛫( Koma Bivrost! Flýtja jǫru-fægir leggja vinna ljúga Fáfnir!) Throwing a hand out, the woman allows the magical energy she has been gathering to build and lash out, the light splitting and refracting into a shimmering, gleaming, burning bridge of incandescent rainbow light. Revving the engine of her bike, Challenger rockets forwards and up, along the ramp and into the sky.

It's time to remind that overgrown lizard that he shouldn't buy into his own hype. Sure, it is said that he managed to fight off the entire Protectorate when he first arrived, but saying that really... Let's just say that the actual events that happened were a little different from that. Sure, he might have managed to keep the Protectorate from taking him down, but there isn't a single member of the local team who are fire proof, especially not at the levels of heat that he was giving off.

Then he ran away, like the coward that he has always been. Blurring up over the rooftops, Challenger gets closer and closer to the fight. And she needs to make a very clear decision about what she is going to focus on handling first.

Uber and L33t are the ones who have actually started all of this, and they seem to have picked up some backers in order to make things worse for themselves, but at the same time...

Well, honestly, Challenger can't even really discount them as threats, not when they are using Final Fantasy as an inspiration. As good at her magic as Challenger is, the woman has never been particularly good at Elementalism.

That was something that not even Annette was able to teach her. Gah! No. This is not the time to be thinking about her old teacher. Not when there is a threat right on the horizon. Though... Maybe showing off a little for Taylor might make the girl more inclined to sit down and talk with her about the girl's mother.

But Uber and L33t. They are a threat, capable of using unknown tech in order to copy the appearance of what sounds to be a Dragoon and a Black Mage. They can't be dismissed out of hand the way that Challenger normally treats them when they decide to pull up some stupid and not particularly threatening form.

Then there is the fake dragon himself, the flaming idiot with more scales than sense. Lung. Lung is most certainly a threat, if only because he is going to continue to put a lot of people in danger with the fire and the screaming and the throwing things around like a child having a temper tantrum.

So that is something that needs to have some focus put on it as well...

Which only leaves the last of the three. An unknown flying blonde brick. Challenger doesn't really have anything to connect with on that front other than the fact that she is clearly heroically inclined. So the question is, who to focus on first?

[ ][Challenger] Uber, L33t, and unknown Backup
[ ][Challenger] Lung, the flying asshole
[ ][Challenger] The Unknown Flying Brick