The squad comes across a police patrol, the heavily tinker tech armored gives away your squad very quickly and the car pulls over.
<OOC: You have Goons [Guardian Armor & Melee], 2 Police [Pistols & Batons] reinforcements are on the way, you have not taken any casualties, your men can all escape, you have not inflicted any casualties, you have not found any loot>
Your two squads run across Doll and Wyatt. Your Squad hasn't been noticed as anything other then civilians but the two heroes are getting closer and your men are illegally armed and wearing gang colors.
<OOC: You have 2 Squad of Goons[Pistols & Melee][Melee], you are facing Wyatt [Plate Mail][Bastard Sword] and Doll [4 Marionettes], you have not taken any casualties, your men can all escape, you have not inflicted any casualties, you have not found any loot>
Supplies
Your men reach the meet up place undetected and rendezvous with your supplier. He doesn't have everything you needed, saying that they ran into problems with Canadian customs.
'Shit, shit, shit', Joshua Sweets had never really considered himself a very lucky person. Now yes, he did happen to get good turns of Fate every now and then (finding his first car, going out with Cindy, joining the Rave Masters, that sort of thing), but those were more the exception to the rule of his life. Seeing the two Heroes moving towards his group only served to reaffirm his belief in horrible luck, but at the very least the hadn't seen him yet.
He quickly pulled out his phone and called his boss.
"Hey Boss, it's Sweets, with the Patrol Group. We got two Heroes down here, the Knight guy and that Doll chick. They haven't seen us yet, but what should we do?"
Echoes and his group were finishing their meeting with the supplier. While he hadn't had anything, they were still able to get him to agree to messaging them once the situation was cleared. As they were leaving, Echoes received the Patrol groups call.
"Understood", Echoes said, waving his group towards their transportation. "Fall back towards 18th Street, it's near the Chaos border. We don't want a fight with either group but hopefully if something goes down the Heroes will prioritize them instead. We'll meet you there".
Joshua and his squads start to make their way away from the heroes when Wyatt stops walking and answers a radio. He then motions to Doll and they start running towards the Hills.
As Anchor and his group walked back into the base a small piece of the roof fell of.and hit the ground loud enough to make everyone jump. "Anybody hurt." Anchor yelled before receiving several yells of no from his men. He grimaced, looked around and sat on his chest as Sparrow moved up to her beam to take a nap and Ned wandered off.
While looking for a new base Thug and Oger come across a blood soaked ally, a corpse ripped limb from limb is wearing a black suit stained red, and the ally is covered in scorch marks, and deep gouges.
While looking for a new base Thug and Oger come across a blood soaked ally, a corpse ripped limb from limb is wearing a black suit stained red, and the ally is covered in scorch marks, and deep gouges.
Thug turns to Oger. "This is either the action of a fresh trigger going on counter attack, or a psychopath having fun."
She takes a look at the dead person from afar, for any specifc things about their appearance, beyound the suit. Hair, hight, gender, ethnicity. And looks at the alley, how narrow it is, for the other end of it, if it's closed of or another exit and any hiding places like building corners and dumpsters. Then takes out a burner phone and informs her allies about the possible danger.
Gender: Male
Name: ??
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Hair: Crew Cut
Height: Probably around 6 feet
The Ally is the space between three buildings, the largest one, an old hotel has a back door that is closed. There is a ripped open dumpster off to the side. The ally is about nine feet wide, there is three exits to the streets.
Code:
ASCII Map
S│.......│S
S└────D──┘S
S====╦====S
S┌──┐║┌──┐S
SD..│║│..DS
S└──┘║└──┘S
SSSSSSSSSSS
Key:
S - Street
=,║,╦ - Alley
D - Door
. - can not see
─,┘,│- Wall
Gender: Male
Name: ??
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Hair: Crew Cut
Height: Probably around 6 feet
The Ally is the space between three buildings, the largest one, an old hotel has a back door that is closed. There is a ripped open dumpster off to the side. The ally is about nine feet wide, there is three exits to the streets.
Code:
ASCII Map
S│.......│S
S└────D──┘S
S====╦====S
S┌──┐║┌──┐S
SD..│║│..DS
S└──┘║└──┘S
SSSSSSSSSSS
Key:
S - Street
=,║,╦ - Alley
D - Door
. - can not see
─,┘,│- Wall
Oger looks slightly scared and disgusted. "W-What do we do? If it's a fresh trigger we need to help. But if it's someone dangerous... and someone is sure to have heard and called the PRT."
Thug gives a nod at that. "Yeah, they'll try to pin it on us, when they see this, we can't leave if it's a fresh trigger and they are scared."She gives the damage on the walls a look. "Could you take damage like that?"
"Y-Yeah! I should be fine, even if not for very long."Came Ogers reply.
"We'll enter from one of the clean exits and try to avoid any of the blood. If they want to pin this on us, they will, but let's still not give them anything that they could claim as evidence."Thug begun moving in quick but careful fashion, to the closest of said exits."Try to listen closely for sounds, sobbing and such. If they left bloody prints on the walls and floor, it'll be easier for us, but don't bet on it and give a glance or two up and behind. Also, even if it's a fresh trigger, doesn't mean they will be friendly to us. Might be one of the racist punks, that bit of more then they could chew, in a mugging."
Joshua and his squads start to make their way away from the heroes when Wyatt stops walking and answers a radio. He then motions to Doll and they start running towards the Hills.
After meeting back up, the Patrol and Suppy groups began to make their way back to the Club. There was to be a open party tonight and the current guard would be switching off to go spread the fliers across the city. Half price on entry fees, a quarter of drinks and food, as well as half off of room fees. Hopefully if any Capes got drunk they wouldn't wreck they club.
They were still trying to pay back the bank for the loan.
"-that we shall ever stand, united beneath the Light, a bulwark against the darkness that encroaches upon our world!"
Just a week ago, Harold had been laid out on a couch, his gang trying without success to find a doctor who would operate on the incorrectly healed leg. Just a week ago, he would have scoffed at anyone who sat in a chapel, listening to some windbag speak.
How distant, a mere week can seem. Last week, he was but a man. Today, he was reborn through the light, all the myriad encroachments of life gently washed away. Today, he stood as though he'd never been injured in the first place, as though years of malnutrition had never happened, all thanks to the light.
With purpose, the congregation stood, each understanding what the preacher in front of them wished to be done, and turned, as an even greater light shone upon them, their own light swelling in turn to respond. Father was among them, eyes searching, a faint smile on his lips, and a palpable sense of warmth spreading through the congregation.
From the pulpit at the head of the chapel, Father spoke. It was different to Auriel's fiery rhetoric, or their own Michael's incisive commentary; filled with a sincerity that seemed somehow out of place, yet altogether right with His simple speech. "I know that today, you will be leaving, to spread this gift to all who need it. I ask only that you return safely." The group moved calmly through the neighborhood, walking door to door as they spread their message. It was terribly cliché, knocking on someone's door to ask if they'd heard the Good News, but the word needed to be spread. Any who accepted the Light into their hearts would find salvation. This was the promise on the lips of the Lightborn as they talked, and filled with this purpose they carried their word with neither fear nor hesitation, but instead joy.
And for those skeptical of the Good Word, yet more good news was offered freely. The abandoned hospital, once a blight on the community, was abandoned and the home of a gang no longer. Newly named the Temple of Light, its doors were once again open. Any who needed healing may come to them, and be restored, regardless of affiliation or ability to pay.
Inspiration's not holding too well today, unfortunately. Hopefully there'll be better writing tomorrow?
Father: Bestow a Blessing upon the Lightsworn congregation.
Saint Michael: Stationed at the Temple of the Light, ready to defend if the Temple is attacked, or move to reinforce the Lightsworn if they are attacked.
Saint Auriel: Stationed at the Temple of the Light, ready to heal anyone who comes for aid.
Lightborn squad: Proselytize in the Woodland.
One Initiate squad: Proselytize in the Woodland.
One initiate squad: Seek a junkyard, or other area where supplies can be gathered.
The window gives way easily and Bloodhound and the goons gets inside, the moment the window is moved from its resting position a loud alarm rings out. The people who are inside quickly start to run away, the ten guards inside start to head over to you. Bloodhound notices Damsel in the corner of the room.
<OOC: You have 2 Squad of Goons[Melee][Hard Light Gauntlets(p)] Bloodhound [Pistol], 2 Squads of Guards [Tasers] Damsel [] you have not encountered all the enemy, you have not taken any casualties, your men can all escape, unknown cape and 1 squad of Security Guards [Disarmed] has been non legality disabled, you have one squads of [Tasers]>
Bloodhound ignores Damsel, and instead attacks the guards. The unit with hardlight gauntlets keep watch for any other enemies and provide cover fire. The guards with tasers continue to guard the hostages.
@VoiceoftheAbyss
Bind sits at her desk, sorting day to day trivialities. As she finishes this work, she reflexively uses her power, searching for opportunities in the Waterfront area. Writing down her results, she packs her bags for home, rubbing at tired eyes. She is sick of work for today.
Meanwhile, Breakdown leads a squad in a standard patrol of the neighborhood, joking with them. She idly wonders what sort of food she should cook for everyone after the patrol is done. Shifting her tie so that it isn't so tight, she decides that the meal ideas can wait for later, and puts her all into the lookout for trouble.
The final squad of henchmen are scattered throughout the base, idly guarding it.
