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Subject 8 "Inferno" - Warren Industries Parking Garage
The steam that billowed about the garage was becoming overwhelming, and the only indication of where Inferno was at was the ominous green glow that pulsed from within the thick, heavy steam. The fire extinguisher rolled toward its center, before being struck with a bullet from the resourceful Crosshair. Chemicals jettisoned from the hole left as the extinguisher began to spin, but the sound of that was silenced almost immediately as the light grew nearer. It seemed extinguishers didn't work, either.
Even as the pair left, Inferno didn't stop moving. Shortly after, a hum sounded as the steam began to clear from the room, the sprinklers shutting off as the room was cleared through vents within. The emerald creature's chains slunk back into its arms, melting back into his body as the armed men began to cautiously enter, training their weapons every which way.
@Captain Cardboard @DevVoid
Mash, Damian, Maelstrom - The Atlantic Ocean
When the group reached the top, they were greeted by a gang of a dozen or so heavily armed men. In front of them stood a man much taller than any of them, even outclassing Ignizio by a few inches. Despite his height, the man appeared rather thin, with a tan trench coat covering his body making him appear even larger than he was. He had short, pale blonde hair alongside an unshaven face, with a crooked nose and bright green eyes that seemed to laugh without him needing to so much as chuckle.
He wore combat boots, a pair of cargo pants tucked into them, and a black shirt beneath his trench coat. Weapons could barely be seen hidden beneath this, but he had plenty of other weapons hanging from his pants, sticking out of his boots, or on his trench coat. As he smiled at them, a gold tooth shone brightly, having replaced on of his front teeth. "Hello." He greeted, doing a little bow. "Name's Maelstrom. And you're..." His voice wandered off as his gaze flickered from Mash, to Damian, to Ignizio, to Subject 4649, Kronos, and finally on Skade. His eyebrows raised slightly before he continued. "...very lovely." He winked at her. "Just her though, the rest of you lot look like sorry shite, pardon my French. Save the kid. Looks like my niece."
Mash looked about ready to say something, but stopped himself, biting his tongue as the Maelstrom began to slowly walk in front of them, once again looking them all up and down, silently inspecting them in more detail. It came as now surprise when he lingered on Skade for a moment, before he returned to his men, cocking his head slightly to the side. "Not what I was expecting, I'll be honest. Chuckles was holding out on me all this time?"
"Who?" Damian asked, before he covered his mouth with a hand. This only seemed to amuse Maelstrom, who squinted with a smirk. "Chuckles. Charles Warren. The bloke you lot work for. I was tipped off he'd have something special for me, but I didn't realize it'd be this special." On his emphasis, he winked at Skade again.
"What a pleasant surprise! Lower your weapons, crew. These three Heralds are our special guests."
@BurbleBurble @OmnipotentOnion @The Dark Fairy
Yin Li - Warren Industries Upper Complex
BANG
A shot rang through the air from behind Shuzo, causing him to jolt in surprise and spin on his heel, daito at the ready- only to see Police Chief Li standing at the mouth of an adjacent hallway, her glock's barrel lightly smoking, which she lowered. Her bullet had destroyed a ruined a drone that he had dispatched moments ago, though judging from its still smoldering laser canon mounted on its chest, it had been about to fire at him.
"I had it handled." Shuzo lied as he sheathed his weapon, at which Li raised a brow, holstering her sidearm. "And now I handled it." She replied. "City's flying, if you hadn't already figured that out." She paused, appearing to working over conflicting words before she finally continued with; "You're probably my best ticket of getting off this rock alive, so I'm gonna... stick with you."
@OmnipotentOnion
Subject 6 "Quickdraw" - Warren Industries Lobby
Soon enough, the two arrived in the vast, impressive lobby of the building. The expansive, supermassive chandelier hung above them, swaying dangerously from an explosion earlier, glittering brightly as it moved. "Dunno 'bout you, kid, but that thing's makin' me nervous." Quickdraw stated, staring up at it as he took a puff from a cigar. "Orders is orders, though. Now we just... hang 'round here 'till somethin' comes our way."
With that, the cowboy leaned against the far wall, tucking his hat low over his eyes as he took another puff of his cigar, falling silent while the sounds of muffled gunfire could be heard coming from somewhere within. "Don' mind the weapons fire, either." Quickdraw added. "If it ain't here, we ain't gotta worry 'bout it."
@Shadow_Pup
Patirot - Earth's Atmosphere
What the hell had that been? Supernatural power, that's what. Something he wasn't quite that accustomed to. Had he gone soft, spending all his time dealing with beings far lesser than him? No... that was all that was ever available. To be hit with a punch of this magnitude, it had actually hurt. The sting continued as he felt flames envelope him falling through the air. With a frown, he looked down at his chest to find a hole in his suit, his skin red beneath. Not punctured, but clearly agitated.
That pissed him off.
He suddenly froze in the air, coming to a complete standstill as he clenched his fists, gaze moving upward. Flames licked at his body before quickly dying out as his eyes narrowed. While Larua was miles above, moving down back into the planet with a smug look on his face, Patriot popped his neck, taking in a deep breath- before he disappeared.
Larua's plan had worked, yet only for a few seconds at best. He hadn't even seen Patriot when the Paragon had appeared out of seemingly thin air, a shockwave of the atmosphere thundered a moment later, the air itself shattering for a moment from the sheer speed Patriot had moved, lighting the sky like a trail of nuclear fire.
Suddenly, the Earth was very small, having faded away in the blink of an eye before a crater splintered open the moon, shaking the entire satellite as Larua was slammed into it with a force no being should be capable of. Not a sound was heard, the moon's fresh new crater creating a shockwave that unbalanced the ball of rock, the force of the impact shattering through its crust and revealing the hot magma beneath.
Patriot hovered over, staring down at the destruction with cold eyes that were replaced with a crimson glare. Even before Larua could try to recover from being shattered into Oblivion, a beam of scarlet energy seared through the impact crater, encompassing it in full, boiling the rock into magma within seconds.
After letting the moon be nearly destroyed after a moment, he finally performed his last attack. He stared as Larua's shattered body tried to reform in the pool of magma, before lava cascaded into its orbit, Patriot disappearing once again as he barreled through, slamming Larua's regenerating body through the mantle and directly into the core of the satellite.
@Shadow_Pup
Subject 5 "Obsidian" - Riker Base Lower Complex
He was given no reply, though the clacking continued, prompting Chase to continued forward, coming to an open doorway. Past this doorway was a darkened room, circular in design. Screens hung from every spot on every wall at all angles, all showing something different. One showed some men with guns holding a group hostage- one of which was wearing the Warren logo on his lab coat. Another screen showed the moon, a great red crater on its surface almost like part of it had just been obliterated. Another screen displayed two mysterious figures on a rooftop, one holding the helmet of a severed head lying nearby. There were dozens more like this, showing different scenes, or some of the same scenes from different angles. With a realization, Chase saw that one of the screens showed him, staring into the room.
However, if he were to turn around, he would see nothing to indicate the source of the camera. Obsidian was in the center of the room, an amorphous being sitting on a large chair that contained his mass. One of the largest screens in the room flickered, before it was replaced with words.
Enter.
It prompted. So Chase did, and the chair slowly turned with a mechanical hum, revealing Obsidian in full. He was a man in a vegetative state, his body deformed, with bulbous tumors all about him, his head beyond massive. Small beady eyes stared back at Chase from under the bulbous brain the being possessed, his mouth hung loose, agape. His body seemed shrunken and thin in comparison, bent oddly and sunken in itself. The chair was leaned back to allow his head to rest against it, taking pressure off of his frail body. His hands, meanwhile, seemed somewhat normal save for several extra fingers on both hands, all of his fingers being long, slender, and moving non-stop on a large keyboard that encompassed his lap.
The text on the screen changed.
Hello Dr. Chase. I am Obsidian.
@BurbleBurble
The steam that billowed about the garage was becoming overwhelming, and the only indication of where Inferno was at was the ominous green glow that pulsed from within the thick, heavy steam. The fire extinguisher rolled toward its center, before being struck with a bullet from the resourceful Crosshair. Chemicals jettisoned from the hole left as the extinguisher began to spin, but the sound of that was silenced almost immediately as the light grew nearer. It seemed extinguishers didn't work, either.
Even as the pair left, Inferno didn't stop moving. Shortly after, a hum sounded as the steam began to clear from the room, the sprinklers shutting off as the room was cleared through vents within. The emerald creature's chains slunk back into its arms, melting back into his body as the armed men began to cautiously enter, training their weapons every which way.
@Captain Cardboard @DevVoid
Mash, Damian, Maelstrom - The Atlantic Ocean
When the group reached the top, they were greeted by a gang of a dozen or so heavily armed men. In front of them stood a man much taller than any of them, even outclassing Ignizio by a few inches. Despite his height, the man appeared rather thin, with a tan trench coat covering his body making him appear even larger than he was. He had short, pale blonde hair alongside an unshaven face, with a crooked nose and bright green eyes that seemed to laugh without him needing to so much as chuckle.
He wore combat boots, a pair of cargo pants tucked into them, and a black shirt beneath his trench coat. Weapons could barely be seen hidden beneath this, but he had plenty of other weapons hanging from his pants, sticking out of his boots, or on his trench coat. As he smiled at them, a gold tooth shone brightly, having replaced on of his front teeth. "Hello." He greeted, doing a little bow. "Name's Maelstrom. And you're..." His voice wandered off as his gaze flickered from Mash, to Damian, to Ignizio, to Subject 4649, Kronos, and finally on Skade. His eyebrows raised slightly before he continued. "...very lovely." He winked at her. "Just her though, the rest of you lot look like sorry shite, pardon my French. Save the kid. Looks like my niece."
Mash looked about ready to say something, but stopped himself, biting his tongue as the Maelstrom began to slowly walk in front of them, once again looking them all up and down, silently inspecting them in more detail. It came as now surprise when he lingered on Skade for a moment, before he returned to his men, cocking his head slightly to the side. "Not what I was expecting, I'll be honest. Chuckles was holding out on me all this time?"
"Who?" Damian asked, before he covered his mouth with a hand. This only seemed to amuse Maelstrom, who squinted with a smirk. "Chuckles. Charles Warren. The bloke you lot work for. I was tipped off he'd have something special for me, but I didn't realize it'd be this special." On his emphasis, he winked at Skade again.
"What a pleasant surprise! Lower your weapons, crew. These three Heralds are our special guests."
@BurbleBurble @OmnipotentOnion @The Dark Fairy
Yin Li - Warren Industries Upper Complex
BANG
A shot rang through the air from behind Shuzo, causing him to jolt in surprise and spin on his heel, daito at the ready- only to see Police Chief Li standing at the mouth of an adjacent hallway, her glock's barrel lightly smoking, which she lowered. Her bullet had destroyed a ruined a drone that he had dispatched moments ago, though judging from its still smoldering laser canon mounted on its chest, it had been about to fire at him.
"I had it handled." Shuzo lied as he sheathed his weapon, at which Li raised a brow, holstering her sidearm. "And now I handled it." She replied. "City's flying, if you hadn't already figured that out." She paused, appearing to working over conflicting words before she finally continued with; "You're probably my best ticket of getting off this rock alive, so I'm gonna... stick with you."
@OmnipotentOnion
Subject 6 "Quickdraw" - Warren Industries Lobby
Soon enough, the two arrived in the vast, impressive lobby of the building. The expansive, supermassive chandelier hung above them, swaying dangerously from an explosion earlier, glittering brightly as it moved. "Dunno 'bout you, kid, but that thing's makin' me nervous." Quickdraw stated, staring up at it as he took a puff from a cigar. "Orders is orders, though. Now we just... hang 'round here 'till somethin' comes our way."
With that, the cowboy leaned against the far wall, tucking his hat low over his eyes as he took another puff of his cigar, falling silent while the sounds of muffled gunfire could be heard coming from somewhere within. "Don' mind the weapons fire, either." Quickdraw added. "If it ain't here, we ain't gotta worry 'bout it."
@Shadow_Pup
Patirot - Earth's Atmosphere
What the hell had that been? Supernatural power, that's what. Something he wasn't quite that accustomed to. Had he gone soft, spending all his time dealing with beings far lesser than him? No... that was all that was ever available. To be hit with a punch of this magnitude, it had actually hurt. The sting continued as he felt flames envelope him falling through the air. With a frown, he looked down at his chest to find a hole in his suit, his skin red beneath. Not punctured, but clearly agitated.
That pissed him off.
He suddenly froze in the air, coming to a complete standstill as he clenched his fists, gaze moving upward. Flames licked at his body before quickly dying out as his eyes narrowed. While Larua was miles above, moving down back into the planet with a smug look on his face, Patriot popped his neck, taking in a deep breath- before he disappeared.
Larua's plan had worked, yet only for a few seconds at best. He hadn't even seen Patriot when the Paragon had appeared out of seemingly thin air, a shockwave of the atmosphere thundered a moment later, the air itself shattering for a moment from the sheer speed Patriot had moved, lighting the sky like a trail of nuclear fire.
Suddenly, the Earth was very small, having faded away in the blink of an eye before a crater splintered open the moon, shaking the entire satellite as Larua was slammed into it with a force no being should be capable of. Not a sound was heard, the moon's fresh new crater creating a shockwave that unbalanced the ball of rock, the force of the impact shattering through its crust and revealing the hot magma beneath.
Patriot hovered over, staring down at the destruction with cold eyes that were replaced with a crimson glare. Even before Larua could try to recover from being shattered into Oblivion, a beam of scarlet energy seared through the impact crater, encompassing it in full, boiling the rock into magma within seconds.
After letting the moon be nearly destroyed after a moment, he finally performed his last attack. He stared as Larua's shattered body tried to reform in the pool of magma, before lava cascaded into its orbit, Patriot disappearing once again as he barreled through, slamming Larua's regenerating body through the mantle and directly into the core of the satellite.
@Shadow_Pup
Subject 5 "Obsidian" - Riker Base Lower Complex
He was given no reply, though the clacking continued, prompting Chase to continued forward, coming to an open doorway. Past this doorway was a darkened room, circular in design. Screens hung from every spot on every wall at all angles, all showing something different. One showed some men with guns holding a group hostage- one of which was wearing the Warren logo on his lab coat. Another screen showed the moon, a great red crater on its surface almost like part of it had just been obliterated. Another screen displayed two mysterious figures on a rooftop, one holding the helmet of a severed head lying nearby. There were dozens more like this, showing different scenes, or some of the same scenes from different angles. With a realization, Chase saw that one of the screens showed him, staring into the room.
However, if he were to turn around, he would see nothing to indicate the source of the camera. Obsidian was in the center of the room, an amorphous being sitting on a large chair that contained his mass. One of the largest screens in the room flickered, before it was replaced with words.
Enter.
It prompted. So Chase did, and the chair slowly turned with a mechanical hum, revealing Obsidian in full. He was a man in a vegetative state, his body deformed, with bulbous tumors all about him, his head beyond massive. Small beady eyes stared back at Chase from under the bulbous brain the being possessed, his mouth hung loose, agape. His body seemed shrunken and thin in comparison, bent oddly and sunken in itself. The chair was leaned back to allow his head to rest against it, taking pressure off of his frail body. His hands, meanwhile, seemed somewhat normal save for several extra fingers on both hands, all of his fingers being long, slender, and moving non-stop on a large keyboard that encompassed his lap.
The text on the screen changed.
Hello Dr. Chase. I am Obsidian.
@BurbleBurble
