Wing City Police's Story

The door would smash open with heavy axes and in would walk a group of police officers some rookies others who wore the badge of Prohibition Officers in their beige leather coats. They would speak loudly, "THIS IS A RAID, YOU ARE SERVING ALCOHOL ILLEGALLY IN THIS VENUE UNDER THE UNITED STATES PROHIBITION AMENDMENT." one of the others would walk over Carmichael and say, "Well, well Weasel himself decided to get out of conning dames did you? Well your all under arrest and this premise will be investigated by our team for any alcohol in the place. You all especially Weasel here going to wear the striped pyjamas." smirking he would blow smoke into the Gangster face.

Meanwhile the police would spread out and start forcing people to leave the Diner, including Beth and anyone else whom was there, while the Prohibition Officers kept their side-arms close.

The man whom had spoke to Carmichael would blow smoke in his face once more, "Why Weasel boy, ain't it obvious by now your tricks don't work and bootlegging really? You have any clue in your skull of yours boy, I thought you dumb but seriously you really think you could keep this racket going?"

Another officer would walk over to the leaving Scot's man and grab him, "Sorry no one leaves until we done our investigation, that means you boy." this one had a piece on his side, and clearly looked like he would not mind using it.

The Prohibition Officers looked around before they heard a smash and the one speaking to Carmichael yelled, "Oi you what you trying to pull, that clearly smells of bootleg, and you have nothing to defend you this time Weasel, this is your final strike."

Meanwhile the another would touch the floor with a hanky and taste before turning to Rob frowning, "Doubt you're big one in charge here, consider this a warning, don't let us find you here again."

The Prohibition Officer whom spoke sighed heavily before saying, "Let him go, damn it we almost had him." he would then yell, "But Weasel we shall continue this dance until one of us is in a coffin, today you may have gotten away, but what of next week or week after, you're a rat who never learns and will try same thing again."

Good Afternoon TerraCast, this is Quill reporting from outside Canti's Diner, Wing City.

Not more than a few days have passed now since Police arrived here, at Canti's Diner on a prohibition raid due to concerns that the premises were selling alcoholic beverages unlicensed. As you can see the damage to the door remains, However until now it was unknown to the public that upon entering the premises , the police encountered a man, local sources have told us, goes by the name Carmichael. Carmichael is an infamous gang leader and street criminal working in the streets of wing city, and new light shows he may have been the cause of a brutal and bloody robbery not six hours before the raid. Did the authorities know this?

Now we've tried interviewing the police only to be denied access to find out whether this man was taken into custody, and so far the story is unclear, however CCTV evidence suggests that the man was allowed to go free with no arrest or charge suggesting unfairness and injustice in the way our police force handles crime.

So TerraCast, This is Quill reporting from Canti's Diner, asking you, Are the authorities subject to corruption? Have your say... Back to you guys in the studio.

Loud sirens would be heard, before sound of brakes would be heard, and the door to the most infamous or famous bar in Wing City would open. Word was Wing City's darling, the wife of Gambit's was in town, and something needed to be done now.

The new and current head of Wing City Police Department would walk in, dressed in his typical fineries with two rookies and one veteran, they knew to be prepared here, and as much as Percival Von Tripp hated this area, he intended to talk to this woman, and see where the proprietor had vanished, and if there was any chance, if there was not, then he hoped maybe he could talk the Government into handing over deed to her.

"Greetings, I am Percival Von-Tripp head of the Wing City PD and I come here to talk to Taryn Gambit's, I wish to dicuss the current situation with the ownership of this place, and I have been entrusted to try get some order going on here, as I lose too much good men here regularly. So, is she here, I would hope so, I can only spare time in planner so often."

Maria caught the edge of the elevator as it shook beneath the concussive explosion, her eyes darting around. The elevator which had moments ago been nothing more than a means of transportation took on a whole new light as a trap. She wasn't afraid, not really, it had been a long time since she had feared injury or death - though she had yet to appreciate the sheer magnitude of damage a bomb could do.

"I take it that was not supposed to happen?" she asked, her thick accent marring her words as she slung her assault rifle over her shoulder.

Moving to the doors she glanced up and down the seam before gripping it within her hands to pry open. It was difficult to get a grasp on it, but once the soft metal gave beneath her fingers the doors parted under her straining efforts. They were caught somewhere between floors from the looks of things, though there was room enough to slide out the bottom to the floor situated a few feet below.

She offered a grunt as she stepped back.

Sandman lifted Nina, the lifting the panel which blocked access to the elevator shaft. "Got it." Nina said, climbing out. "Next." Sandman said, helping soldier after soldier.

"Think it might be safer to take the stairs?" Vidal asked as the others climbed out, "We can slid right out and get to the stairs from here. Less chance of getting sweaty palms and falling to our deaths." Vidal told the others.

"Stop being a little girl." Nina told the Mexican-American soldier.

General Allen sat in an office at the old Sanctum base. He was here while preparations were being finilized on the new Joes base. It took over a year to build since the attack by an Aschen agent crippling their previous base but it was almost done. But he was here to get work done. Over his desk he worked on two serious letters. One to the Terran Government, the other to the Invictus leader that was calling for Terran Reform.


To the Leadership of the Terran National Government,

Hello, My name is Dave Allen if you do not recognize the name from your briefings I am General of the GI Joes a counter terror organization. Your records may show that our previous base was destroyed durring the Aschen occupation of Terra. We do not fade easily. But this letter is in regards to recent events. Over the past year terrorism has seemed to be running rampent throught Terra. The people are scared but I have seen no action taken on behalf of the TNG. Therefore I suggest this, if the TNG does not step up and take appropriate action then the Joes will. I am leaving exactly Twenty-four hours in place to see something take place before I begin to send out my counter terrorism teams.

Sincerely General Dave Allen.


He finished the letter and printed copies mailing them not only to the TNG but other various organizations as well. Then he went on to write the second letter to the leader of Invictus.

[i]To the current leader of Invictus,

My name is Dave Allen General of the GI Joes, a counter intelligence group on Terra though I'm sure you already know this so I'm going to get straight to the point here. We have received word through our intelligence and your broadcast regarding your calls for Terran reform. I am in complete agreement with this and have attached a letter that I sent to the TNG. Terra is not defending it's people, something has to be done. I am more then willing to step up and help, so I am offering my support to your cause and more importantly the people of Terra. I would be happy to discuss this in person if you so wish.

-General Dave Allen, JOE CO

Several armored vehicles, SUVs and vans began down the street towards the scene of the fighting. Armored aircraft entered the scene, spotlights and what appeared to be snipers raising their sights on those who weren't Terran military, police or Invictus.

"This is Lennox Carver of the National Police Agency." A voice said from an intercom, "Combatants, you will be given a choice. Lower your weapons and surrender to be arrested, or leave the planet." Lennox said firmly as the men and women on the ground began to climb out of their vehicles.

It was a distinct mixture of Invictus, NPA, WCPD and Terran military, possibly outnumbering those on the streets.

"If you do not comply, this will be scene as an act of terror against the Terran government and you will be dealt with accordingly." Lennox said, "You have ten minutes."

Jessica Rohnfeld let her feet out of the door first, as light and sound from outside the Saber flooded the marine special forces as they disembarked from the vehicle. Squad cars and Apparatus vehicles intermingled on the throughfare, horns and sirens wailing that masked the voices around her into nearly hushed sentences. “TNG’s defunct and looking to give the Aschen back their leash on the Local Region and they claim they’re defending themselves from terror.” A Marine Major’s harsh appearance was reflected in the window of the Saber as Jessica turned away from the armored car.

“The ITDM were on standby for this, you keep treating them like they’re people who actually know what to do and you’re giving them false evidence for a pogrom we’d rather try and keep a lid on.” Jessica said, the AR-98 in one hand by her side. “We can do this precisely or we can do this brutally, Major. We’ll do it my way, and we’ll leave just enough skin on them for the fascinating muscles of government to survive. Understood?”

“Yes, General Rohnfeld.” The Major saluted and took his exit, another marine joining him as the Major beelined for a roadblock manned by an armored vehicle and platoon of Shock Marines. “Initiate a tactical withdrawal from the combat zone now -- any units too dug in are to remain in the defensive. We’re not letting these fuckers get away though, even if the Terrans want to keep their business in the back running.”

As she had done before, Stryfe sat her desk. A pen moving swiftly along a piece of paper. She was writing another letter, this one less of a call to arms like the last. This was where the brainpower came into play. Where she saw who was serious and who wasn't.

She wrote, 'Hello again, captain, officer, prime minister, ambassador, colonel, general, director, president, senator, or congressman, whomever you may be. Once again, my name is Fatin Alfarsi, you may, or may not, know me, but I am one of two heads of the organization known as The Invictus.

To those who have met with me, and those who haven't had the chance but are still interested in reforming Terra, I ask that you attend a meeting of minds. Send those who call the shots for your organization, nation, clan or army to a neutral location we all agree upon to discuss where we'll go from here.

We have to discuss the organization of our military and intelligence forces, get them used to working together, which there will be much of in the future. We need to get our mouthpieces, our would-be politicians, used to making choices together. We have to discuss how we'll handle the crime on our planet, the anarchy, the war with the Taiyou.

Until we're organized, we have no real power. Until we're working as a cohesive unit, we can't squabble as a cohesive unit. This is our chance. I suggest meeting in Solinus City, it's much safer than Wing City, and nicer to look at.

Personal Phone: 213-489-2732.
E-mail: BigKahuna@various.
Address: The Palace @ 9001 Main Street, Wing City.

Finishing the letter, Stryfe handed the letter off to her bodyguard, Natasha. "Take this to the Veritas. Make sure it gets all those I designate." Stryfe informed the woman. "You got it." Natasha said, making her way to the exit.

Ulrich settled in himself and sighed.

"'Nfortunately, I don' set th'pace from here-on out," He grumbled, looking around at the bare furnishings. Well, where did he think he was? "We wai' and we wai' until someone takes ye off m'hands, er summat."

Ulrich didn't sound pleased to have to wait for a WCPD representative either, but the system was the system.

Romero stood quietly in the underground complex hidden beneath the rubble of the Jupiter Corporation building, brown eyes on looking through glass. On the other side was body after body, cyborg bodies, all of them held in place by what appeared to be spikes.

Romero was running whole working laboratory was hidden beneath the streets of Wing City and the people of Terra were none the wiser. Maybe Lochlyn couldn't stay, but his creations and his henchmen could to make sure things ran smoothly.

They were exactly where he needed them to be in order to change the universe. And any other universes that needed to change for the better. What was better to Lochlyn may not have been what was better by the standards of some other people, but the ends did justify the means, didn't they?

"We're ready, sir." A scientist told Romero, "Let them out." Romero told the scientist, with just a few pushes of several buttons the lifeless cyborgs fell from the spikes to the floor. "Rise." Romero muttered, each body springing to life. Or what was as close to life you could be when it wasn't even in your own hands anymore.

A door opened, it was clear that the cyborgs were meant to venture out. Out into the streets of Wing City, then eventually to the streets of Solinus, then Verinotte Hollow, and so on and so on until the whole world was left in flames and fear of the will of one man.

The small army began their march out into the streets through the doorway, walking blindly through a dark tunnel.

Outside sat several construction workers, they spoke among themselves about various happenings in the world of sports, politics, and their own lives. Completely oblivious to what was happening below them.

That was until a body shot out from the rubble, then another, and another, and another. Cyborg after cyborg climbed out from the rubble, rushing the construction workers and anyone else they could find on the streets. The beat them, strangled them, bit them, scratched them, stabbed them. There was no preferred method to the violence, that's all it was.

A seemingly random act of violence based on the will of one man.

Lyra Drelas was arguably one of the most unlucky women on the planet. Despite her happy go lucky attitude, looks, and charm, she somehow managed to land herself in the most unfavorable of situations. Well, today was going to be different. Today she was going to seek change. No more glamour and glitz for this young woman, no siree! She was throwing away her past and seeking a brand new career!

She had to start somewhere, and was here in the Business District when the attack began. Sipping a coffee from SolCreds, Lyra clicked along to her appointment. She was so happy she could-

"Aaaaahhhhhgh!" Screams.

Spinning on her heel Lyra rest her eyes upon horrors more unspeakable than her coffee-ruined dress. She too, screamed, as the strange cyborg-esque beings lurched about, grabbing citizens and ripping them to pieces. Someone pushed past her on their way in a building, the strange things streaking after them. Her feet were rooted to the spot by fear.

By the time she thought to move, it was too late.

NPA Enforcers, police officers and Invictus Elites set up a small barricade on Main Street, the cyborg infestation that had began in the business district was starting to spiral even more out of control. It didn't help that the last month had been problem after problem, now the next was going to be more of the same.

Maybe this problem would go away like the others. That was the hope so far. But, Romero, who watched from the secure complex beneath the business district, knew it wouldn't be over that quickly. The necromancer watched from hacked CCTV cameras around the city the growing chaos.

The many people Lochlyn's organization kidnapped, or bought from human traffickers probably ranged in the hundreds of thousands. That was just the ones in cold storage on Terra. It was counting any more cyber zombies that were being made, or that would be made from the loved ones of those killed in this first wave.

A few helicopters flew overhead, snipers and riflemen firing shots at the cyborg zombies. Keeping them away from areas people had barricaded themselves inside, protecting people and police officers on the streets who were still amidst the chaos. Arya Bones was in one of those helicopters, a Seraphim carrier borrowed from the NPA.

The Invictus heavy aimed her Barret, taking a shot that seemed to split the head of a cyborg with ease.

"Like a watermelon!" The southern soldier taunted.

A line of plasma cut a swathe through the cyborgs in the street as a fighter craft soared past, a blur of blue that moved at speeds hard to keep track of with the naked eye. The Blue Eclipse jetted through the streets of the city, swerving between buildings and arcing back up and around to come by again.

Each pass was accompanied by a rain of energy and rockets that blasted holes in the crowds of cyborgs with impressive precision. Within the cockpit, Jayden's eyes were narrowed through his visor as Avita locked target after target.

Some of the shots he didn't take. Either he could see civilians in the line of fire, or he couldn't be sure that they wouldn't stray into it. It wouldn't do any good for him to be blowing up the people he was trying to protect, after all.

"This is Jayden Ryder with the Terran militia, requesting a brief rundown of what the hell is going on down there?" Jayden spoke into his headset, patched into the channel the city's law enforcement and military were utilising. "This must've escalated fucking quickly!"

"Zombies? Cyborgs?" Arya asked as her the carrier circled around to make another pass over the street. "Cyborg zombies." An Wing City police officer said over the channel, "Yeah, what he said." Arya agreed, firing off a few shots at the mindless cyborgs on the ground.

Several NPA Enforcers began to charge through the barricade set up on the street, cutting a swath through the cyborgs to clear some sort of path to and from the streets closest to the business district. That was ground zero, who know how many people were trapped in buildings still, or hiding from the hordes that were overtaking the streets.

They needed to get them out and to safety. Despite the overwhelming numbers, the NPA Enforcers were holding their own rather easily.

The NPA Enforcers were fighting valiantly, their advanced training and armor undoubtedly giving them a much needed-edge in holding back the tide of rampant cyborgs. Arya and Jayden fought from the skies, raining vengeance down on the brutish ravagers below. Police officers barricaded streets and ushered civilians to safety, Invictus Elites covering the streets as best they could. Everywhere, the forces of order and humanity fought against the all-consuming maw of chaos.

But as the battle raged, it became increasingly evident that they were outmatched. Even if they managed to hold their ground against the pressing hordes of zombie-borgs, they could never hope to reach the rest of the city and commence rescue operations. Buildings sat stranded in an ocean of hostiles... terrified citizens able to do little more then barricade their doors and pray for rescue.

One such small collection of coworkers were doing just that, desperately stacking furniture in front of the entrance to their office building.

"Why didn't I get off this planet..." one of them growled as he threw a plastic plant into the pile, "...should have gotten off this planet last fucking month... bought tickets to Misrana... should have left dammit..." His dress shirt was rolled at the sleeves, his tie was wrapped around his bicep where he was bleeding. Sweat pooled off of his skin in rivers.

A scream erupted. "Ohmigod... ohmigod one of them is trying to get in..."

Every head turned and every heart stopped as one of the cyborgs approached the entrance, smashing through the glass doors and madly fighting its way through the crude barricade of furniture and office supplies. A metallic screech filled the lobby. Very human cries of terror followed shortly after.

...and then HE was barreling into it. Wrestling it to the ground. Smashing its gnashing face into the floor and paralyzing it with an arc of electricity from his hand. No one in the lobby had seen precisely where he'd come from. Had he flown in from outside? Emerged from the sewers of the streets? Maybe he'd been with them in the lobby all along... waiting in the shadows...

When the beast lay motionless on the floor, he rose to his full height. His dark cloak fell about his shoulders like a shadow, menacing and discomforting to the onlooking crowd. He was dressed all in black, save for the white mask splayed across his invisible face, stoic and emotionless. Rather then rushing up to embrace their rescuer, the workers only cowered deeper into the lobby, beset with a new, unfamiliar terror. This guy had just saved their lives... so why were they more afraid of him then they had been the cyborg?

He spoke, his voice a subtle mix between cooing whisper and brooding rumble. "How many other people are in this building?"

Every one was silent for a good five seconds before a woman finally worked up the courage to answer. "Uhhh. Besides us twenty in the lobby, there's about... I dunno... maybe... eighty in the stories above? We're the only ones who came down."

"You all need to stay here," the stranger stated firmly, "I'm going to protect this building as best I can before I leave. Do not leave this building. Keep hope. Help will come."

Reaching down, the stranger slung the motionless cyborg over his shoulder before sprinting out of the building all together, his cloak fluttering behind him like a pair of black wings. The crowd only watched in muted silence, unsure what to think of what had just happened. They were glad to be alive, to be sure, but
the nature of their hero was discomforting. Guardian angels were the ones who were supposed to save people... so why had they been rescued by a demon?

The next few cyborgs who tried to enter the building would be mysteriously shocked into unconsciousness.

Arya's Seraphim carrier flew close to the ground, whipping about dirt, old newspapers and just about everything people left when they began to run from the cybernetic zombie horde that had descended on main street not long ago. Not only was that, but now apparently a battle between people with superpowers had broken out.

"On that roof!" Arya yelled, rushing to the cockpit to point the pilot in the right direction. A large group of people had taken refuge on the roof of nearby apartment building, it was likely that the building itself was overrun or falling apart due to the fighting on the street.

The helicopter approached the roof, Arya, a few Invictus Elites and a few NPA Enforcers on board reaching out to pull as many people as they could inside. "How many left?" The pilot asked, "Just a few more." An Invictus soldier answered, but as that same soldier turned to grab what he thought was an injured woman he was met with the face of one of the mindless killers.

"Shit!" The soldier shouted, reaching for the revolver on his hip. Before he raise it up the cybernetic zombie was pouncing him. The gun went off, bullet slamming into the back of the helicopter pilot. The pilot, also being an NPA Enforcer, was armored, but the pain he felt only for that moment caused him to jerk his body and lose control of the helicopter.

The helicopter spun around, it's back end clipping a building. Again it spun, the pilot trying to take control once more. But, the damage was done. The helicopter was spiraling out of control, coming down towards Charles.