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Duodecimarch Revolution (Warhammer x Metroid x Worm x Transformers Multicross Quest)

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[X] Arne (Zero Suit) Vs Alyrsero

[X] Samus (Zero Suit) vs Dinomax

[X] Galen Witwicky vs Kid Win
 
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[X] Samus (Zero Suit) Vs Elerya

[X] Arne (Full Armor) Vs Alyrsero

{X] Clockblocker Vs Dinomax
 
Alright I am definitely locking in something for Dinomax since people really want to see her do her thing.
 
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Arc 1: Fourfold Endeavour: Act 1: Intermission 2: Paragonian Paragons (Part 12)
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    • {X] Clockblocker Vs Dinomax

    Samus​

    Everyone was gathered up for one particularly important question in need of answering. How exactly did Dinomax's powers work? Tae-Yun's abilities seemed...bizarre to say the least, but you were very, very interested in seeing how they actually worked out. But the curiosity was hardly one way. None other than Positron himself and a number of other important members of the metahuman community were gathered to watch. You sat relatively close to Keyes as he folded his arms, Legend, Alexandria, and Ms.Liberty all pretty close to him along with a number of other heroes. You spotted Serp and Molotok too; offering them a friendly wave of recognition; the black-haired Molotok grinning at you just as Viktor leaned into his seat a bit. So far, this all seemed like it was going to be a lot of fun! You thought to yourself as you sat with Arne, Alyrsero, Vista, Kid Win, and Elerya.

    Clockblocker wanted to be the first, raising his hand and swaggering his way onto the field of an arena able to shift its environs to represent different combat settings, currently set to that of a warehouse interior due to what you can only assume is an extreme commonality of having to fight in warehouses. Dinomax stretched the wings of her suit and flew atop a perch.



    Oh huh...catchy music.

    "Okay, so I'm going to go a bit easy since I'm a bit of a pro and you're like what; three years younger than I am? Don't want to go too hard on ya." He said before you could just feel a grin coming from beneath Dinomax's green beaked helm as she slammed a hand into the ground and jumped off as a Maniraptor the size of a horse leapt out from a crack in reality shaped like the roaring jaws of a saurian beast, teeth and all. The tawny feathers of the creature carrying its body with surprising speed as the Raptor glided at a rather deflated looking Clockblocker.

    "...Oh shit she really can summon dinosaurs." He muttered as he tried to roll out of the way, hoping to make use of the suit integrated into his costume by Arne's ship to make a quick supersonic jump dash; only for the Raptor to pause, flap its wings and redirect its momentum, launching out a kick with a sickle claw that formed a cutting crescent wave that sliced through multiple steel racks and the boxes in them.

    "What the fuck?!" Clockblocker grunted as he froze some falling crates in a hurry, stopping them from hitting him while another raptor jumped out of another tear into the Dinosaur Dimension behind him; trying to get onto his back.

    "Augh no I don't want to be an extra in Jurassic park!" He said as he grabbed at the raptor to freeze it, breathing a quick sigh of relief before the third dinosaur emerged from above him; forcing him to shunt himself forward with the back mounted thrusters, huffing as he fired a stun blast at the creature and whipped around his cable to lock it and its counterpart in time.

    "Hrm, time powers. A bit limited though. Strong, but very one note. Very interesting." Dinomax said before a set of bolas flung themselves out of one of the gates as the Dinoforce wielder jumped into one of her own portals; the widening eyes of Dennis filled with the sight of the spinning orbs. With his augmented reflexes, he cut apart the tethers before they could reach him, but he got winged by the follow up claw slashes; shockwave pulses through a portal behind him let loose by the claws on Dinomax's suit before she emerged from another portal.

    Dennis let out a yelp and was pushed forward, grunting from the impact to his shielding and turning around to kick over a stand full of crates, freezing some in the air to give him a bit of distance as he caught sight of another portal cracking open.

    "Come on what now." He grumbled as a swarm of smaller winged dinosaurs skittered towards him, the small creatures trying to cut off his avenues of escape while he swiped at them to form a way out.

    He wasn't expecting some sort of quadrepedal creature like the burning orange result of a drunken one night stand between a horned iguanadon and a spikey komodo dragon to emerge from another portal, the creature bigger than a bus and letting out a belch of flame hot enough to reduce steel to vapour in a flash, forcing a cartwheel out of dennis to get out of the way of the human thickness stream of fire. You tensed briefly and started to make shallow breaths at the sight of the fire breath, remembering a far more sinister creature's blazing oral inferno and feeling like you had to look away.

    "Come on, you got any more zoobook rejects to throw my way?" Dennis said, having apparently tagged two of the creatures and suplexed some kind of raisuchid the size of a small apartment through a series of shelves hard enough to crack the floor only to let out a bit of a yelp when he saw that one of the raptors had unfrozen and was throwing a series of shockwave slashes at him, one slamming him in the head and knocking him head over heels until he caught himself on some pipelines.

    "Oww..." He groaned.

    "I haven't even pulled out any of my big ones yet!" She said cheerfully while a swarm of pterosaurs raced overhead; a quick bit of her sorcerous skill charging them with powerful kinetic force that accelerated them beyond all reason; electricity being channelled into and through their wings to create a tempest in a teapot and cage Clockblocker in electricity before the bolts started to surge into him. He thought of something though, and quickly let loose a containment foam missile into the air to stick onto the pterosaurs; causing the glider sized creatures to roll onto the ground straining at their newfound pink prisons. Another was launched towards her, in the hopes that she wouldn't be able to respond in time while in the middle of siphoning kinetic energy to bring one of her raisuchids to his flank at sound barrier-breaking speeds.

    She sacrificed a raptor, letting it take the blow for her before channelling the energy into herself just in time for Dennis to use the opportunity to get close, swinging at her to try and grab her until she ducked, bobbed, weaved, or sidestepped He moved with the wiry skill of a professional grappler, shifting his body periodically to try and get some contact with her; but finding that she was more than fast enough to keep up with the kinetic energy surging through her. He tried for a faint, but you noticed that her hands were still moving in incantation while another foot made a strategic stomp to create one of her portals before she ducked into it with a roll, leaving Dennis with grabbing at nothing right before he got some kind of Astral triceratops emerging from the portal ramming him.

    His last sight before taking the final blow being a translucent blue with blazing cyan eyes and a head the size of a building, the air distorting behind it as it rushed up into the air with a self-echoing snort from a snout moving faster than sound itself into and through the ceiling with a thunderous crack before he was teleported back to a medipod, uninjured, but face first on the ground; giving a thumbs up when asked by Karna if he had given up.

    "Yeah that's...ow." He managed articulately.

    Tae-Yun bowed before the crowd, landing on one foot in a ta-da posture as she pulled off her helmet to show the starry eyes of a young, long-haired Korean girl with a bow in her hair, a big grin on her face as her round features seemed to light up with excitement; raven hair flowing behind her.

    "...I am...quite alarmed." Alyrsero said with a murmur.

    [X] Galen Witwicky vs Kid Win

    Arne​

    Galen transformed out of his jet mode and into his power suit mode thrusters on his feet and back keeping him in the air in tandem with repulsor lifts opposite of Kid Win who rode in on Chris' hoverboard. The arena was set to a series of airborne platforms with the floor seeming to disappear while the combat space widened to make for an optimal place for an aerial battle to see who was truly master of the skies.

    "So, uh. You make that suit yourself or did the autobots crank it out for you?" Chris said a bit awkwardly as he studied up his foe; trying to see what his scan visor could tell him about Galen who shrugged and folded his arms.

    "Bit of column A, bit of column B." Galen said, seeming to have made something of a recovery from the harrowing experiences at the Genestealer facility and getting used to his new arm. He had come out to try and relax with some socialisation and rebuild some sense of his self-worth and combat ability after his near-death experience. So far he seemed to be making a decent show of it at least, but then PTSD doesn't always happen after a traumatic incident. Especially if the incident was relatively short.

    "Made plenty of adjustments to it myself. But I've seen you messing with your new suit plenty too." He said, cracking his knuckles as if to get a feel for his new hand. Or was it a show of dominance? You weren't sure.

    "Yeah, got all kinds of free time for it now that I can think faster and don't need to waste time with sleep." He grinned.



    Hrm, pretty energetic this choice of music honestly.

    Two arm cannons formed on Chris' hands while he made a quick loop de loop to get out of the way of the missile barrage his suit informed him was coming; active defense projectiles erupting from the sides of his board to hit the missiles that had figured out his pattern of movement and slamming home into them before he let loose with a series of electric shots from the barrels of his arm cannon.

    Shield drones split off from Galen's suit; expanding to full size and projecting their barriers to intercept the lightning sphere blasts as they vented azure fury upon them uselessly; the crackle of electricity fading into a bass hum before Galen's rotary guns folded over his shoulder and let rip with a continual ripping noise, strafing to the side while Chris rocketed upwards to gain the energy advantage.

    Chris thought fast and let out a containment foam missile; letting it be destroyed by the fusillade of rounds and then expanding to catch and absorb the mass driven spikes thrown his way before he set his own drones to detach from his armour and throw themselves at Galen, designed to try and quickly destroy Tyranid biomass after seeing footage of the battle below the cult headquarters. Lasers that alternated between standard and cryogenic pulsed and strobed out while Galen grunted, struck by many of the disc-like drones until he folded up into his jet mode and rushed towards Kid Win with the roar of thrusters.

    You had never seen any evidence of Chris being especially skilled in melee combat; but it seems he took advantage of the armour's ability to download combat skills into the user's memory by quickly reaching for Galen's nosecone and swinging him around into a platform after gaining some altitude from Galen's pushing.

    Galen unfurled and released mag-grapplers and yanked the other boy towards him, clocking him in the face with a thruster boosted fist that let loose a loud shockwave after it clanged into Kidwin's shields; leaving behind an EMP charge from the grapple on Kid Win's suit that erupted in a bright cyan pulse. However, the faraday cage shielding of the armour only made for a quick fuzz in Chris' visor that he dealt with by opening up his helmet and then grabbing at Galen's fist, shifting it to the side and then slamming a fist into his midsection and forcing him to whiff a headbutt.

    Even without his visor; Chris' bare eyes were still very alert; constantly looking for weakness before sensing that Galen was shifting power towards his visor and dodging out of the way of an eye beam meant to pop his shielding while charging up his own cannons and letting loose at point-blank range, stunning Galen before he could reach for a wing to use as a saber and then firing off a containment foam missile to stick him to the nearest wall. It wasn't a fight he should have won, in your eyes; Galen had a superior armoursuit and a more powerful body and plenty of gadgets; but Chris had managed to bait him into a win by the rules of combat practice, panting as the floor reappeared below him and dropping to the ground, folding up his hoverboard while Witwicky was teleported out of his cocoon of foam.

    "Good match." Chris said, letting out a huff.

    "Yeah..." Galen said, though you could feel a sense of wounded pride from him while his sister patted him on the back.

    [X] Samus (Zero Suit) vs Dinomax



    Samus​

    You decided to be a bit fairer to Dinomax by letting your armour detach from the first solid hit Dinomax landed to get some practice in for fighting without it; the pieces of the armour clattering on the floor around you after unsealing the while you stood up in your zero suit; sub-quark scale mesh and occasional hardened plating moving like a living thing atop your bodyglove and skin. Almost like muscles and osteoderms. Your zero suit helm was present over your head; a more space suit like covering for your face to deal with situations even you couldn't breathe in.

    "...Huh...thought your armour was tougher than that." She said.

    "It is! I just decided to go easy on you." You said cheerily.

    "Your mistake." She grinned.

    With your sword and arm cannon no longer in use and Tae-Yun seemingly taken aback by this move as you pushed yourself back to your feet, you brought out a pistol and let out with a paralyzer blast; reminding yourself that you should probably upgrade these things at some point to not be so completely inferior to your arm cannon in every way; the paralyzer blast striking one of her dinosaurs and locking the Hyper-Tyrannosaurus she had summoned in place with arrestor energy from a gout of neutral plasma before you flipped faster than her dinosaurs could track. You were a bit slower without your armour, but the margin of difference in reflex speed was still to great for her creature's to overcome as you jumped upon a series of creatures she called up like stepping stones.

    She tried to grab at your kinetic energy in an effort to slow you down; perhaps thinking your immunity to it earlier was just some property of your armour only to find that she could still grab onto nothing while you grabbed an ankylosaur heavier than a dozen tanks by the tail and swung it effortlessly off of its feet and swept some of her pterosaur guard out of the way before kicking into its stomach with a thunderclap; letting out a little apology to the creature as it bowled into Dinomax before she could get into her portal.

    She grunted and disappeared, but your foresight told her exactly where she was going to go, attempting to grab at your discarded armour pieces only for them to teleport out of her reach; fading back into zero-point form as you vaulted around and struck her in the face with a paralyzer bolt and then clocked her in the throat, kneed her in the stomach, dropped an elbow into the back of her head, and then when she doubled over, turned around and grabbed her before slamming her into the ground.

    "...Buhhhhh...." Was all she could say as she lay in a crater, seeing stars as you let your helm fade and waved to the crowd looking at interest at your more figure-fitting zero suit.

    [X] Samus (Zero Suit) Vs Voidwave

    Void Wave was a powerful brick of a hero who could take a punch and keep on going, but you were stronger and your head was harder; and you had every other physical advantage over them too. For one thing, their dark armour abilities didn't offer much protection against being uprooted or knocked off their feet unlike most other defensive power sets. They had some resistance, but a good clock to their helmet was enough to throw them down the hallway and through several walls before you fired an ice blast from the modular pistol to lock their hands to a wall.

    You fired off the thrusters on your boots, spun around and then slammed their head with a roundhouse, spinning them off of their feet and through the floor. They melted into shadow, reforming behind you in an attempt to hold you into an arm bar to deny you usage of your strength. Clever but there was only so much difference in raw physical might that could overcome and you swung yourself forwards to force them to let go if they didn't want to break their arms, a headbutt from you once they were in position; head over heels; throwing them around.

    They righted themselves, hitting the ground on their feet and then throwing a series of shadowboxing punches, their shadow becoming a real and physical thing and dividing itself into many splinters to catch you from multiple sides to overwhelm your speed and defence. You just powered through and brought out a second blade and swiped it at their chest; sending her into a paralysed spin before you uppercutted them.

    They were on her second "life", using their self-resurrection ability to bring them back up to full condition after you knocked them senseless the first time. But after pulling off their helmet and slamming them in the face with your fist they raised their hands up, looking at you with those bright eyes and nodding.

    "Okay...I admit...you really are all that without your suit...damn...ow...gonna feel that at the biopod." They said.

    "You fought quite well, don't be so pessimistic about yourself!" You said, dusting off their shoulders while they nodded.


    [X] Samus (Zero Suit) Vs Elerya

    This one was more challenging as you had to weave around thrown projectiles and lashes of psionic energy at every angle. Once again you decided to not go at her with the full force your armour could bring; but not show complete contempt for her by fighting in just your shielded bodyglove or civilian clothes. Based on her surprise when your pistol's energy blade cut clean through a lobbed tank tossed your way; she wasn't expecting you to still have useful equipment without your armour. And that surprise only increased when you punched another tank thrown at you to pieces and shoved a third with a boot overpowering her telekinesis; seeing your opportunity in fate to make a move and letting the thrusters on your feet launch you at high speeds towards her.

    "Okay, this is how it's gonna be then?" She said as you outraced her attempts to try and use telekinesis on the air around you in an attempt to buffet you out of position; forming psychodynamic maelstroms of pink and purple energy in your path but never quite managing to catch you even with the lightning bolts that erutped from them at the speed of thought; one of them being deflected by a swing of your pistol's blade mode into her form, making her jolt before you conjured up a second pistol and shot the neutraliser blast into her head; her psionic effects stopping entirely while your blade extended outwards into a lash and grabbed her.

    You swung her around, through the field of stopped tanks in the arena, knocking them aside or tearing vaguely Elerya shaped holes in them, the lash carving through their armour like butter while metallic crashes were heard all around you until you roped her in and headbutted her; bare head into her Vondun crab armour helmet.

    Your head won out and she was tossed off her feet and thrown into the ground with a spiderwebbing crack across her helm until it fell off of her face, the Yurye groaning as you quickly pinned her down and smirked at her.

    "...Interesting position..." She murmured as you let out a bit of a flush while your face drew quite near her own. Hrm, such smooth and pretty looking skin on her, and her eyes so striking at this distance...

    "Well, seems that you lose." You whispered as she chuckled.

    "Well, losing isn't that bad it seems." She murmured before helping to pick her up.

    [X] Arne (Full Armor) Vs Alyrsero

    Arne​


    Alyrsero's assault began basically the second the rules allowed him to do so as he hovered up into the air and banished the darkness of the simulated alleyway with a series of white orbs of radiant light; the raw power of Hysh at his fingertips and the runes of Fate and Battle surrounding him like a halo while his spear began to glow with the channelled and distilled power of the warp. You had the potential to rival his empyrean might, but not the skill or direction, and you decided to immediately go with a barrage of ten bursts of ten seeker missiles each with another ten bursts from your wrist-cannon and ten bursts of ten seeker mortar rounds from your munitions launcher, followed by emptying your storepiles of multi-missiles and unguided rockets to overwhelm his defences with sheer number of projectiles.

    Most people would find dealing with nearly a thousand projectiles launched at such speeds unimaginable to the designers of this time period to be overwhelming, most Eldar wouldn't have been able to handle it either. But Alyrsero was something special indeed as he cheerfully indicated by spreading the wings of a phoenix from his form as he wreathed it in fire and energy; made of multiple winds of magic such as Hysh and Aqshy and searing through your storm of projectiles like an inferno through snowflakes; overcoming even the cryogenic effect that would have been enough to freeze Hollenmord into frigid ruin.

    The Phoenix's warcry sounded, a piercing keen through your ears as Alyrsero's form began to releasing pulsing strobes of searing white light that were meant to overwhelm your ability to dodge. He hadn't counted on your ability to fade through the floor even if his hyshite magic could still touch your incorporeal mode; and you let his fury vent itself uselessly while runes of flame burst into an inferno over wherever he expected you to emerge from next.

    You froze time, seeking to get behind him; but he stepped into your timelock with Hysh and caught you with a surge of destructor runes; warp lightning cascading into your armour and getting a grunt out of you while he seemed to smugly smirk beneath his helmet.

    Your shock coil soon erased his confidence as you leeched into him, Alyrsero grunting before he started tapping into powers unlocked to the Eldar once Slaanesh was no longer able to lay instant claim to their souls; drawing the fires he had started into a blazing tornado that engulfed you and clung onto you like a living thing.

    Without the Tyranid Shadow in the Warp to restrain his options or having to duel an entire hive's worth of tyranid psykers to stop them from annihilating much of your allies and having to focus on what were the easiest strands of warp power to grab; he was someone with astounding firepower. Twisting the energies of the empyrean to his thoughts like you could move your fingers to type out a passage and seeking to deny you any escape.

    You used the blink pack; appeared behind him and moved faster than his foresight would have allowed h im to react to. He knew the blow was coming, but it didn't matter when you could move faster than his body could act on the warning and your fist smashed into form of flame with worldbreaking force that reverberated across the arena; smashing him forward before firing off a grapple beam and yanking him into a kick down into the earth, smashing headfirst into it.

    You drained more energy from his flaming form to recharge your shielding but he crumbled the cars into shards that he imbued with runes of death and then crunched his hands to launch them at you from all sides; using his superior skill at seeing and manipulating the skeins of fate to close off avenues of your own foresight. You stumbled, but raced forwards with your speedbooster to smash into him with the destructive maelstrom of energy around yourself, driving him down the alleyway while he brought up his spear and tried to push through to get its head towards you.

    Clever boy.

    But not clever enough, not when you could hook a foot around his leg and pull him off of his feet and then grab him by the throat to smash him through the nearest building, but he refused to let go of you; reinforcing his defensive barriers in any way he could while continually bombarding you from all sides with everything he had. When you tried to leech from his energy with your systems; he created telekine barriers or portals to divert your efforts; not letting you take in any extra energy while he kept on switching up his attacks to overcome your armour's adaptation systems and your usage of ymgarl shifting to increase your resilience and your shield regeneration.
    If you weren't so set on not killing him or injuring him it wouldn't have been enough, but you were pulling your punches even if you had a feeling he could take more than you'd think. He had been throwing around power enough that some of the shields containing the arena had failed outright and they had to bring in more layers of defences, buildings going beyond disintegration and all sorts of interesting data feeding into your armour about the bizarre forms of physics being unleashed by all this warp energy.

    It wasn't enough; but he dug into something deeper, something much older than himself, and you briefly got a vision of a desperate king pulling a bloody sword from a stone that not even the worst of daemons wanted drawn. An ancient curse passed down a bloodline that had spanned two realities, passed down to a son whose bitterness for a throne sundered a nation and would drive him to seek godhood. A vision of a son and a daughter further conceived, and the mark of a lineage as grand as Eldanesh's and perhaps infinitely more dire. His energy output went to levels you weren't expecting from all sides and angles; tossing out runes from his pouch as fast as he could while trying to bait you into a choke out. He succeeded, your hands around his throat until he got a stab into your gut with his spear and then entrapped you in an eldritch storm centered on himself before releasing his relic spear's potential; an artefact of the house of Eldanesh passed to him from his father.

    A blast more powerful than virtually everything on this planet after he had pushed himself past his limits and tapped into a truly ancient power, setting up the perfect one in a trillion scenario, and his knowledge of how your holosuit worked and your own unwillingness to maul him was enough for him to be the first to zero out your armour as you were launched out of the way. Okay, this was interesting now.

    [X] Arne (Zero Suit) Vs Alyrsero

    You hit the wall behind you with a heavy crash; your armour having started to detach a few pieces at a time at your command, sloughing off of you like a molting shell while electricity crackled out of the openings as you flew; plating followed by the artificial musculature and biomechanical layers falling off of your zero suit; helmet splitting in two as you peeled yourself off of the indentation in the wall made by the impact you had into one of the remaining barriers, arm cannon and blade gauntlet falling off with a shrug while you brought out the modular rifle and made a bit of a smirk as the last of the plating fell off once you had pushed yourself to your feet, dismissing the helm of the zero suit to look at Alyrsero with your own eyes while you readied a shot into a surprised and resource exhausted Alyrsero.

    You rocketed forward, using the Ymgarl factor to move yourself faster than his foresight could allow him to react to; even with his heavily augmented reflexes; preventing him from using a timestop; even if it was doubtful it'd work on you; and shooting him with a paralyctic blast to the gut before you used your thrusters for a cycle kick into his head; dismissed your rifle and brought out a pair of pistols that you stuck together to make for a great sword of blue energy; swinging the thick zweihander in a heavy arc to crash into the head of his spear with an electric shriek. Even without your armour you were much physically stronger than he was in his full war panoply; nevermind with your zero suit and bodyglove on; and his spear was sent careening away from where he was trying to bring it to bear.

    A fist from you crashed into his helmet so quick that not even the fastest eyes could track it, your fingers splaying and grabbing at his facemask, your left leg snapping forward and smashing a boot into him; forcing the helm to detach to avoid breaking his neck before you lashed across his chest with the blade set to paralyzer mode; making him lock up and jitter while he looked at you with a combination of awe and well...something a bit more indecent as you avoided his windmill spear swings made immediately after a contingent rune broke his paralysis; attempting to catch you with its double-bladed heads only ti find that you had already flipped over his head and brought his head into a lock.

    This close you got a pretty good idea of his scent, smooth and sugar based on his hair and smirked as he tapped at your arm. "Alright, alright, I yield, I yield...please..." He grunted before you released him and let him fall to the ground, gasping for breath. He looked at you with those elfin, youthful features and smiled slightly before looking at Lelithax who was leaning in with keen interest before you pulled him up to his feet.

    "Credit where credit's due. You're the first person in a long time who wasn't another inheritor to do that." You said.

    "Of course, I could have just kept the suit on long enough to regenerate the shielding but...had to give you something for the effort right?" You said, patting him on the head while he flushed.

    "...I...wasn't sure I could manage that...I just felt something in me scream in defiance when I was about to be pummelled by you." He said, panting a bit.

    "Well. If you want we could talk about it later?" You offered, shrugging. You weren't sure how to process what he just did yourself.

    "Right...later."

    "Pretty impressive work all around. If you're coming tomorrow I'll give you my full comments but...hrm...seems like we've got ourselves quite the interesting situation." Positron said, standing up. "Alright kids, we've got time for a few extra rounds. But if you want, you're free to go. Remember to head home safely or do your best on patrol." Keyes said as everyone stood up to find their way out, Samus coming over and tackle-hugging you, forcing you to spin around to empty her momentum before the two of you shared a small smooch and you set her down onto your feet.

    "That was great Arne!" She said, getting a little smile out of you.

    Actions:

    []: (Fight scene write in: Specify up to six more fight scenes you'd like to see and I'll choose which ones I like.)
    []: Hang out at the school park a bit with friends
    []: See some of the faculty after school
    []: See some of the afterschool activities
    []: Join some light action patrols
    []: Take a bit of an afternoon gander at paragon
    []: Skip straight to the date
    []: Skip straight to the date (invite Vista and Kid Win too)

    Interlude Options:

    []: The Avenging Son strikes back (Roboute Guilliman vs the Nebulons)
    []: The Moth's Coccoon (Taylor Hebert unveils one of the other realities)
    []: Mystery of the Malta Group (Primal Earth's Malta Group gets up to shenanigans on Earth Bet)
    []: Sun and Moon (Two more inheritors; Sevrin and Agafya; start looking for Samus & Arne)
    []: Laserbeak, Seek (Soundwave gets up to evil deeds)
    []: A moment please (Eldrad Ulthran finds and speaks with Old Bird and Elmorni)
     
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    • i am happy about the sparing results, and now we know how Dinomax's powers work, or at least how it looks. And Arne had a real good fight with Alyrsero, i may not like the Eldar for personal reasons, but that was an impressive showing. I am a bit concerned with that something screaming in him, i could just be a bit paranoid, but we might need to keep an eye on him

    now then for actions and Interlude stuff
    Action:
    [X]: Take a bit of an afternoon gander at paragon
    Interlude:
    [X]: Laserbeak, Seek (Soundwave gets up to evil deeds)

    Edit: i have chosen my Interlude preference
     
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    It's generally worth noting that in a straight fight; Arne and Samus are generally going to be your best fighters as they're simply too versatile, too survivable, have too much dakka, too skilled, and too good at recovering to not eventually find some way to defeat the other characters you've allied with; while their broad hax immunity neutralises any non-brute force options to deal with them or their gear. What the other characters tend to bring is being good at certain specialties which shine better in team situations than a one on one duel which tends to favour generalists with a large variety of skills and tricks to pull from a hat.

    Arne was fighting suboptimally and carelessly and still would have won without hitting zero energy if Alyrsero didn't go beyond his actual limits with hidden inner power. In an actual combat situation; Alyrsero wouldn't have stood a chance. And in a real combat situation, zero energy doesn't mean they have to abandon the armour; it can regenerate now and the shielding will start restoring frightfully quickly. And of course they themselves still have the zero suit and its shielding beneath that, and then the body glove and its shielding beneath that. And now; the sheer toughness of their bodies and their esoteric defensive fields beneath that.

    As a rule of thumb, you very rarely have to worry about the health and survival of Samus and Arne themselves. It's your team mates you need to watch out for, and few villains will hinge their plans on winning a fight with Samus and Arne once they're properly aware of their combat prowess; just keeping them busy long enough to do something else. Mission failure is based on objectives and whether its possible to complete them or whether you've invalidated the enemy's objectives; not whether Samus and Arne are still alive because you can generally be certain they're going to survive.

    Like in real conflicts; the victor is rarely the one who inflicts the most casualties; but is always the one who achieved their goals in the end.
     
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    It's generally worth noting that in a straight fight; Arne and Samus are generally going to be your best fighters as they're simply too versatile, too survivable, have too much dakka, too skilled, and too good at recovering to not eventually find some way to defeat the other characters you've allied with; while their broad hax immunity neutralises any non-brute force options to deal with them or their gear. What the other characters tend to bring is being good at certain specialties which shine better in team situations than a one on one duel which tends to favour generalists with a large variety of skills and tricks to pull from a hat.

    Arne was fighting suboptimally and carelessly and still would have won without hitting zero energy if Alyrsero didn't go beyond his actual limits with hidden inner power. In an actual combat situation; Alyrsero wouldn't have stood a chance. And in a real combat situation, zero energy doesn't mean they have to abandon the armour; it can regenerate now and the shielding will start restoring frightfully quickly. And of course they themselves still have the zero suit and its shielding beneath that, and then the body glove and its shielding beneath that. And now; the sheer toughness of their bodies and their esoteric defensive fields beneath that.

    As a rule of thumb, you very rarely have to worry about the health and survival of Samus and Arne themselves. It's your team mates you need to watch out for, and few villains will hinge their plans on winning a fight with Samus and Arne once they're properly aware of their combat prowess; just keeping them busy long enough to do something else. Mission failure is based on objectives and whether its possible to complete them or whether you've invalidated the enemy's objectives; not whether Samus and Arne are still alive because you can generally be certain they're going to survive.

    Like in real conflicts; the victor is rarely the one who inflicts the most casualties; but is always the one who achieved their goals in the end.
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    From what I saw of that battle I actually think that Alyrsero has much potential to untap; perhaps enough so to one day stand in the ranks of the greatest Eldar heroes; and even match the Inheritors. Conversely, I'm pretty certain that the heaviest hitters of the Lords of War might actually be a deadly threat for Samus and Arne. The likes of Megatron, Ghazghull and company, Archaon, Grom, the Krork Leaders, Charon, the entirety of the Tyranid Hive Mind, the Ghidoras, etc., all are deadly threats.

    [X] Plan: Explore and Learn New Things
    -[X]: Take a bit of an afternoon gander at paragon
    -[X]: A moment please (Eldrad Ulthran finds and speaks with Old Bird and Elmorni)
     
    [X]: See some of the faculty after school
    [X]: The Moth's Coccoon (Taylor Hebert unveils one of the other realities)

    I'd like to know the realities involved in this quest. Maybe some of the faculty can offer some lessons about magic that isn't from a scary space war dimension.
     
    I'll admit to being surprised that everyone wanted Samus to do all of her fights in the zero suit and that an unsuited fight scene for Arne popped up in the requests. Are you guys interested in them doing more fights with the zero suit or even just the body glove or outright entirely equipmentless?
     
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    I'll admit to being surprised that everyone wanted Samus to do all of her fights in the zero suit and that an unsuited fight scene for Arne popped up in the requests. Are you guys interested in them doing more fights with the zero suit or even just the body glove or outright entirely equipmentless?
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    I can't speak for others, but I like to see our Protagonists show that they are more then just their suits. plus i can assume some of that was to add fuel to the shipping fires.

    but hey if the situation comes up where our heroes don't have their suits and have to instead rely on their natural strengths and tactics, i would not mind that sort of situation, it would also allow some lower threat folk actually be able to put up a fight
     
    SteelWriter77 said:
    I can't speak for others, but I like to see our Protagonists show that they are more then just their suits. plus i can assume some of that was to add fuel to the shipping fires.

    but hey if the situation comes up where our heroes don't have their suits and have to instead rely on their natural strengths and tactics, i would not mind that sort of situation, it would also allow some lower threat folk actually be able to put up a fight
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    Generally speaking you're never not going to have access to your armour but there may be causes where it might get forced off (I.E zero energy'd and then forcibly peeled or blasted off though even without shielding the physical material of the armour is incredibly tough) and the characters force to rely on increasingly less well equipped layers of defence.

    Vehicle/Mecha (If applicable)->Armour->Zero Suit->Body Glove->Body and esoteric fields.

    Luckily with the Ymgarl factor, adaptation, berserker boost, your esoteric abilities, and regenerator even down to just their bodies they still have a wide range of abilities; but obviously if you're down to just your bodies you're really pushing down to the wire and will likely be trying to regenerate your other layers of defence.

    Of course you can mitigate this by expanding on biological, extradimensional, and esoterical abilities as well as improving the zero suit and the bodyglove.

    And I suppose you could write in crafting suggestions for abilities that work better when less armoured (such as by drawing on the energy the users put into their defensive layers) to have some surprises up your sleeve in case you get desuited or to make going in with fewer layers of defence a legitimate trade-off. As it stands, like in the actual Metroid games there is zero benefits to fighting at anything less than full gear. You're welcome to suggest upgrades to change that though. Which you'd need to make fighting with less equipment even an option they'd consider.

    Note though that you're not going to be at risk of permanently losing the armour or a defensive layer. Even if they're completely disintegrated; they'll still have a zero-point form (among many other "reserves") to regenerate from as long as you aren't dead though regeneration in non-matter form/recall could theoretically be hampered.
     
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    These seemed like good natured spars to me. Having Samus and Arne fight in their armors seemed like massive overkill. I don't want them to ever fight unarmored in a situation with actual stakes to it.
     
    Arc 1: Fourfold Endeavour: Act 1: Intermission 2: Paragonian Paragons (Part 13)
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    • [X]: Take a bit of an afternoon gander at paragon

    Samus

    You went out with Arne to have some time to explore Paragon on your own, taking him into the city with the knowledge that you were supposed to head to a shopping centre to see a movie and then have dinner at a restaurant in a few hours. But given your perception of time when you wanted to take things slow, a few hours was plenty to just do as you pleased for a bit.

    The vistas of Steel Canyon were decently impressive given the technology level of this Earth, but you hungered to see something more, and you travelled towards the canals and high-end apartments of Founder's Falls in short order, quickly vaulting over the warwalls with your armour's wings emerging and taking you to the setting sun lit waterways of Paragon City's most wealthy neighbourhood short of Peregrine Island.



    Autumn leaves were peeling off of the trees for the coming winter, and a few leftovers from the upswing in "spooky events" in October were still being cleared out here and there along with some Halloween decorations some people had left up due to being a bit too lazy to clean them up. The two of you selected a tall, impressive looking apartment building's roof top to land on and have a look around the sunlit vistas of the place.

    Your scan visor picked up that one of the boats going across the canal was an autobot; Seaspray, currently on patrol with Riverbend, Root Canal, Lakebed, and Jet Ski. As far as you knew, a fire team of five autobots sharing a single patrol was a bit unusual due to the conspicuousness of that many civilian vehicles moving in formation, but they didn't seem to pick up all that much in the way of trouble. You gave a wave to their minicon and micromaster partners as they passed by, smiling beneath your helmet and encouraging Arne to do the same as they ducked beneath a tunnel canal below some skyscrapers owned by something called Crey Corp.

    Something that for whatever reason, felt the need for a large number of guards with concealed weapons, hidden cybernetic and genetic augmentations, and sometimes outright power armour or corporate uniform armoured costumes covering bodies that your scan visor informed you were almost certainly artificially cultivated.

    "Tch, Corporate Armed Forces." Arne said as if he saw something grotesque in front of him. You weren't inclined to disagree, a company having that many guns for hire sat very uneasily with you. Especially the snipers they had in concealed nests waiting to take shots at the first sign of trouble if they were radio'd in. That seemed to put it lightly, incredibly suspect. Or "sus" as the kids here told you was the cool way to say it. Something about limbless people in colourful old space suits having to deal with shapeshifting predatory aliens "among us".

    "Yeah...kind of wish something might happen so you know. We have an excuse to go in. If you think we need one." You said, giving him a daring look as your set your visor to a more transparent setting to let him see your eyebrows bounce up and down like crazy, wriggling nearly nonstop before he broke out into laughter and shook his head.

    "Yeah. Might be for the best." He said, sighing while he looked back down from the vantage point of the modernistic apartment building, though the longer you looked at it, the less you liked how sterile it seemed, the overly neatly arranged gardens and the attempts for the residents to pretend like they weren't that rich when you could clearly see boats marked in their names waiting in the wharfs attached to the building that you estimated had costs that ran into the six figures based on all their custom parts.

    Your eyes caught sight of an amusement park on a particularly large floating island in the midst of the canal system, based on a space exploration theme that struck you as kind of kitsch, but certainly more charming from the viewpoint of this apartment rooftop than the ominous corporate fortress of the Crey Office building. "Cosmoland" or something. You wondered how the place avoided trouble when this city was a low-grade warzone at virtually all times, but they seemed able to manage some way. Might have something to do with the large number of capes who busied themselves with one hotspot of trouble or another. Waving to passerbys or escorting kids coming home from school towards their houses.

    You turned your head to the left again, and you saw a young dark skinned girl leaving the premises of an apartment with a sullen look, clothes freshly changed and features a mess of exhaustion. Quickly affixing a headdress, she made her walk to the nearest monorail station, seemingly too tired to even reach back towards a child who reached towards her with the words of "mother" even though you knew she was too young for that...

    You looked again...she had to be in her late teens and yet the child was at least five based on their height and the development of their facial features; your scan visor quickly running a diagnostic and...

    A frown crept on your face.

    "Is something wrong Samus?" Arne asked as you let loose a sullen sigh and slouched a bit forward onto your elbows while staring down and then averting your gaze.

    "There's so many people in need of help. But what do I do for the people with problems I can't solve with force?" You asked.

    "How did you help me?" He said, his voice gentle.

    "Mmhh...yeah...maybe like that...it's just. Where do we even start? This city doesn't even have a hundred million people and there's so many people who probably need help." You said, looking down at more people who seemed exhausted or jumpy, looking around every corner or simply going on their routines like robots without soul or excitement. Such a contrast to the people you could see were powerful, the ones who stood tall, proud, like they owned the world.

    "I can't really answer that myself. But I think we're on a good track, maybe. I think. Look, Samus." He said to you, fumbling with his words before exhaling and then turning his head towards you as you straightened yourself; dismissing his helmet which you followed in return, the two of you ducking beneath the small wall that kept people from being blown off the rooftop for a bit of privacy as you hugged your knees to your chest and he stretched his legs out.

    "I'm probably...really biased when I say this." He started, his gaze turning from the floor back towards you and then back again before fixating on your eyes, his crimson irises seeming to be intent on getting a read for your emotional state while you could feel his empathic probes. A mental handshake was exchanged, and warmth was passed between you two. A smile slowly forming on his face slowly but surely.

    "But I can't think of anyone else who has your combination of kindness, heroism, or eagerness to help." He said, threading fingers through your long hair while you snuggled slightly closer to him and leaned your head on his pauldron, rubbing your cheek into it and giving an affectionate purr; a blush and a laugh coming from him before he kissed at the top of your head and held you close.

    "I can't really see you turning out the way...I can..." He said, looking briefly away from you and prompting you to turn towards him, seeing him stare into the distance as his cheeks tensed, breath curling out of his nostrils.

    "Arne, you're not going to become Sylux. I don't know what happens in that future...that timeline but." You huffed, tilting his head towards you with a touch to his chin to look him dead in the eyes while you straightened yourself.

    "I'm not going to let it happen. I'm not going to lose you and whatever...truth it is that you find that sets you on that path...we'll discover it together...okay?" You said, offering him a little, gentle smile and seeing him give a little smirk and a nod as a prompt for you to steal a bit of a longer, deeper kiss than the two of you have already had so far today. A sensation of warmth, heat and softness. The slightly electric taste of his spittle, the play of tongues trying to find dominance and the feeling of hot air curling on your teeth. Eyes closing to simply let tactile sensation guide you for a bit before the two of you pulled away, his skin flushed a shade closer to his eyes while yours became more pink with excitement.

    "Besides, with how much that's already happened...diverged off the path. It can't still happen right?" You said to reassure him, getting a nod from him.

    "Prophecy is about filling roles, not set paths...we're going to be fine Arne. I promise." You said, getting a grin from him before you poked at his nose.

    "Besides...you're too nice to be evil." You said, though Arne had never really said if "Sylux" was supposed to be a villain; just something that arose from a place of pain and loneliness at the culmination of a long and hurtful road; where the light at the end of the tunnel was so many years away from the time he would dive into that place of darkness.

    "Pots...kettles." He said back with a coy smirk, starting to pick up on just a bit of your playfulness as you giggled in response.

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    []: Try to see if there are any cool sites around Founders Falls.
    []: Look for any place to grab a bit of a snack.
    []: Establish some cred with the local capes with some ad hoc patrol joining.
    []: Just look around for some of the wandering villains to bash on.
    []: Desuit and explore around as civilians and vibe.
    []: See what's on the headline news.
     
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    • This is a story of growing up in a world that seems to be falling apart around you as all the mistakes of the past generations decide to dump themselves on your far too young for this shit lap, and sometimes growing up is painful, especially now of all times. But other times its very sweet and full of the best memories you'll ever have where you'll make many of the most important friends you'll ever get and its a time that forms the root of our personalities that will grow throughout the rest of our lives. Cherish childhood while it lasts, especially as the adult world gradually rots away around us. Coming from my own heart as I say goodbye to my own childhood one milestone at a time.
     
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    • After the dust-up with the Cult out in the suburbs all sorts of rats decided now was an excellent time to start crawling towards the surface. THat's to be expected you know? Rats scurry when something loud and scary spooks them out of their comfort zone. It's just that I never quite expected it to be this literal.

    I was up to my neck in giant rat people and knee deep in what I hoped to God wasn't shit in the sewers.

    "Kill-slay shadow-thing no-fur quick-fast!" A voice deeper than I expected for a rat person that walked on two legs but higher pitched than I'd have expected anyone walking around with a gatling gun bigger than half the girls at my school to be sporting around instead of some awful Arnold impression shouted.

    "Gyahahahah...GYAHAHAHAHAHAH! DIE-DIE SHADOW-THING! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA!" The gunner roared as his gun spat out not so much a stream of bullets as a cone. A cone of literally thousands of rounds per second. I've watched Mythbusters, I know what a gatling gun sounds like. That long tearing sound instead of the bursty beats of a normal machine gun. This though? This was a scream.

    I teleported out of the way, not wanting to test if I was ready to take my body weight in glowing green hell bullets from him and his equally deranged buddies as I found myself wondering how the hell they could fit that much ammunition with those fancy new parts of my conjoined brain.

    Focus...right yeah they were just teleporting in fresh ammo in some cases or their guns were just pulling them in from...some place else. Certainly explained why none of them ever seemed to need to reload.

    "YES! YEEEEESSSS! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! MAN-THING DIE MAN-THING DIE MAN-THING DIE! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!! DIE-DIE CAT FONDLING NO-FUR!!! THIS IS SKAVEN FIREPOWEEEEERRRRA AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAAA!" Good thing they don't care about hygiene any more than they care about using indoor voices because their fleas were always giving me their exact location and orientation at all times.

    Their smallest bullets punched holes in the wall bigger than a person and deeper than a grave and had a stink I could only describe as evil. Not metaphorically evil, but something that made my skin crawl just thinking about it, a shiver up my spine like someone playing the marimba on my vertebrate in the antarctic.

    But from what I came to know of them I just had to wait and...

    Click.

    There we go.

    "What!? Gun need get fixed-fixed!" One of the ones operating a tripod mounted lightning-cannon that had been tearing a new cavern below Brockton for the past few minutes said before trying to umjam some sort of energy feed drawing power from a crystal glowing a colour usually associated with comic book radiation and...

    I didn't look at or pay much attention to the ensuing explosion. Didn't want to, didn't need to beyond listening to the screams of the rats die down. The reverb of the thunder faded and a crater had been left where most of the rat people were before, and a short whistle came out my lips.

    "Don't suppose you get refunds for that?"I said, mostly to myself to try and convince myself that I was in some small way, funny.

    But I wasn't quite out of the woods yet, as I could still hear the sounds of distant fighting elsewhere. Sighing and teleporting all the muck off of my shadeshifted costume, I kept going, stepping in and out of little dimensional hops to make sure I wasn't missing anything. A charred rat corpse confirmed I was making the right decision.

    Before I wouldn't have been able to tell you a whole lot about forensics besides some cliches from shitty police procedurals or late night crime or id discovery documentaries. But after I became a warshade I just...knew.

    "Burned with extreme heat but no visible accelerant. Like the fire just started remotely." I murmured, noticing a lack of anything to indicate that the ugly thing was set ablaze by any normal fire. And this didn't really seem like a top ten destination for pyrokinetic capes. The ratman was still wearing that weird suit of power armour, heated a lot, but it seemed like it mostly did its job until the rebreather was removed.

    Others were shot in the back; some with arms still around each other, a few looking like they were simply beaten to death by a brute who could probably send an armoured car down to a new ZIP code.

    But then I found more bodies. Men in strange masks with beady black eye-pieces; the masks seeming to be almost like quilted padding worn over something harder underneath; a third eye fitted into the forehead of the mask and tubes always running from the back of the head into their backpacks.

    I didn't recognise any of it, not the purple trimmings, not the power armour make, not the equipment, or that strange symbol that I knew was hebrew but had no idea of the significance of given that it was gibberish. Like a Y and a P stuck together.

    One thing I did notice though, is that most of these men were clones. Even with the massive holes put in them, or well, what was left of them from wounds I was so glad that the warshade part of me let me look at without losing my lunch; it was obvious that their proportions were always identical.

    "Sweep the area. Find more of the rat men in Yuri's name." The accent could best be described as someone trying a bit too hard to fit some kind of sinister vampire movie accent; all the spookiest parts of the kind of speech you'd hear in Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria and former Yugoslavia.

    I wasn't sure who Yuri was but I could feel a rumble in one of the larger sections of the underground labyrinth that had apparently been dug beneath Brockton without a whole lot of people noticing as I stepped through a hole in the wall into a large section of Tunnel.

    I was then greeted with the incredibly improbable sight of some slender looking tank rolling down the tunnel in formation, stopping as a squad of the masked men with some guys with much more ornate head gear wired into their brain pointed out a door where some woman with a long sniper rifle was ducking out of the way of chattering green bullets bouncing all around.

    The gun on the tank fired and the room rumbled. The brief fearful chittering of rodents dying down just a bit before the gun fired. Then one of them, floating above the ground because he was apparently too important to walk like most people, turned their head towards me and I could feel...like someone was trying to poke my brain with their fingers, trying to reach around my temples.

    I kept the doors shut, they folded their arms behind their back and simply grabbed at some of the debris with their mind and launched them down range at me so fast that the air around the chunks of concrete ignited and I had no choice but to try and just tank it from surprise. If you've never been hit by hypersonic projectiles; it's not the most amazing time, but I wasn't seriously hurt.

    The Tank turned its barrel around and fired once, twice, thrice, four times much faster than I'd normally think a tank could fire, the spiked drum roller at its front starting to spin to life as its driver apparently wanted to play matador with me. Wasn't exactly in the mood for the bull so with a flick of my arm, a projectile of black and purple the sizer of my torso hit the tank and crumpled up its front into disintegrating pieces, gravity bending to me and throwing the troops charging up bursts of pyrokinetics to the ground with a squelch.

    The wall next to me exploded with green lightning as more of the rat people screamed and rushed through, huge muscular rodents in grafted on armour running like the incredible hulk jumping down into the fray with cybernetic weapons swung at the nadir of their jumps; forcing me into a roll out of the way as I let out the eyebeams of darkness and fried some of the suckers.

    Didn't count on them being able to heal though, as one cut horizontally in half started to stitch itself back together with gross ropes of meat holding themselves in place before picking themselves up even when more of the purple army's tanks rolled in; gatling guns making a loud shredding noise that only got worse as they fired faster and faster.

    But with all the corpses being made, I could reach in, pull out essence as I felt a rain of autocannon rounds bounce into me and explode on my costume. Semi-living spheres of darkness rose at my command and lashed out at the others around me, hungry for more life force. Hungry for more death.

    It wasn't a power I felt amazing about using. It felt almost like necromancy. But I wasn't here to fight a war in the tunnels between the mole people and a monster movie mad scientist's hired goons.

    Names I didn't recognise and words I didn't have context for were being spouted back and forth, they hated each other that was for sure. For how long? I had no idea. Why they were here? I haven't the foggiest. What they were going to do? Besides cause mass carnage; I couldn't answer that either.

    And it was frustrating as hell to not know. I had so many answers after becoming Black Moth. A being as old as the Dinosaurs to share all of their accumulated knowledge and answers with me. To become...more. And now I was back to being a monkey trying to stare at symbols on a screen trying to figure out what meant what.

    Who was shooting me? What were they shooting me with? Who is Yuri? What does a Horned Rat have anything to do with anything else? It was maddening. But as long as they had their brawl here, where I could still feel the life energies of people I recognised, called my own, called this place home...people above. As long as they kept at it, someone was going to be shredded. Brockton bay is a shithole, a dying husk of a city slowly falling apart, but it doesn't need people twisting the knife into it. Not like this.

    I threw myself in, I didn't understand, I didn't comprehend. I didn't need to. I just swung and let my Swarm find targets. Find those who were picking out choice spots of cover, give people who thought they were comfortable a good bite where the sun doesn't shine or landing on eyes to throw off aim. Some I had jump into sensitive mechanisms. Anything to get them to stop shooting.

    As far as I knew, none of these people were related to those who kidnapped Emma...nor had they ever met the Dawnchild or the Duskguard who had rescued her. I was mad about that, I was trying to find six armed space bugs of death, not rodents and B-movie rejects. Every second here was a second I was being kept from what I wanted to find, what I needed to know.

    I could feel that frustration even as I punched some muscular grey hulk of a man with biceps bigger than my entire body and the strength to pull apart tanks into paste with a good swing, which must have looked goofy given that I wasn't exactly a titanness in my normal form and this thing was more than twice as tall as me. But I was stronger, and I would be even stronger still; shifting into my Black Dwarf form to absorb a cascade of red thermal energy that washed over me; sizzling concrete and rock all around us into steaming vapor, turning the rickety pieces of shit the rats called tanks into glowing hot coffins with plating melting like a candle; ignoring the green lightning that stabbed into me from the other side as I slammed fists meant to raise themselves in a Pulsar's gravity into the ground to let the shockwave go forth in all directions.

    I was surrounded on all sides, caught in a war I didn't understand fought for reasons I didn't know. I could fight back at least, and win. With my swarm giving me every little detail and the raw power of my Nictus hybridization. But...

    Could the rest of Brockton?

    I must have been in the short list for the most powerful capes around now. In this state I felt like I could break someone like Jack Slash and his crew of sociopaths like toothpicks. Maybe I could, I never got into a serious fight with another cape in this state. I certainly felt powerful in a way I never even dreamed of.

    And I was working to try and clear these goons out as they threw freakier and worse monsters at me. Awful things that were more and more twisted by whatever passed for science, more esoteric and arcane powers cast by people who crackled with energies I'd never seen even in a city as Cape heavy as Brockton Bay. Things that looked so ugly I tried my best to not focus on any of their features lest I feel sick to my stomach.

    And if I was working for it; trying to thin the swarm, what did that mean for the majority of Capes who couldn't take a regular 9mm round to the head?

    With some skillful shapeshifting, I was now alone again in the tunnels; the foe withdrawing, licking their wounds no doubt where I couldn't see; not yet realising my connection to the insects and worms that crawled around in this dark place. The last foe destroyed by another zap with my eye beams that fried the thing with too many arms into cold amethyst dust after I had shifted back into human form.

    If I am now the strongest cape in the city...then I guess it would be up to me now. And if it was up to me, it was going to be done my way for a change.
     
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    • Soooo, Skaven made it into Brockton, god damn it, we need to go back.

    I don't know who those other guys were, but i don't think their arrival is any better given what seems to be their whole deal
     
    SteelWriter77 said:
    Soooo, Skaven made it into Brockton, god damn it, we need to go back.

    I don't know who those other guys were, but i don't think their arrival is any better given what seems to be their whole deal
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    Yuri's army from not quite the Command and Conquer universe you know, because some funky stuff has been done with Chronospheres. But Epsilon is here to ensure that all will be ready for the coming of the true Messiah; and for that there must be no more free will; only Yuri's will.
     
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    Yuri's army from not quite the Command and Conquer universe you know, because some funky stuff has been done with Chronospheres. But Epsilon is here to ensure that all will be ready for the coming of the true Messiah; and for that there must be no more free will; only Yuri's will.
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    Ah.... more crazy cultists, man Brockton has bad luck with these folk and other monsters
     
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