New York City(Who needs a hero?)

Sol · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sol** on Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:14 pm

Sol watched as Meat reverted back to the boy's form. He watched as the being what was meat shrunk and saw his fist that had been buryed in Meat's biomatter wrist deep began to fade, and Sol's fist rested against Chris's chest. Sol was gasping for air, and tasted blood in his mouth, and could smell it.

'jesus.." he gasped as he sucked in air attempting to catch his breath. Grinding his teeth he winced in pain as the battle came to a close. <It...ok>.." He responded to Sasha. <In...pain...hard to move...think..> he responded as battle high that had swept over him began to fade, and the pain of his wounds took hold.

Sol fell over, one to his side, the wound on his back presented to Chris, was bleeding horribley. The gash on his hip was not doing much better. Sol was gritting his teeth and shifted a look to a now pained Vincent. 'Thanks..." He groaned. "Y-you...ok.." he asked wishing the pain in his body would subside. Sol was spent, and in need of medicle attention, attention that would be hard pressed to save him with his invulnrability.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 2:14 am

Owen and his PCA squad were the last to come onto the scene, but the most heavily armed and certainly the most prepared. Who says being late doesn't have it's benefits?

The Osprey Transport hovered over the scene of the fighting, it's .20mm Autocanno pointed at our group of Pariahs. Owen called over his Com, after seeing the obvious signs of Pariah combat, "This is them, Go! Go! Go!" He watched from his vantage point as his group of Marines unfurled cables from the Transport and slid down them, surrounding the tired and weary heroes.

The Lead Marine pointed his PCA M-18 Rifle at Sol and said, "PCA, don't resist. Just come with us.", while another one grabbed a sedative injector from a webbing pouch on his armor and injected Chris with a quite potent sedative. They weren't going to take chances with him. The other marines had surrounded the remaining Heroes and were making similar demands, and the heroes were in no shape to fight back.

The Osprey had landed in a clearing about 50 feet off, so the Pariahs would have to march, and the kid would just have to be carried. "Come on!" Said the Lead Marine, jerking his rifle in the direction of the Transport, motioning for Sol to follow him

iwuvcheeze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iwuvcheeze** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 3:10 am

A beam flew through the air and sliced through it, causing a soft hum as it moved at neat light speeds, and into the right flank of the Osprey. The beam would not make it expload. But it would act as a super heated cutter as it burned the Metal like it was butter and began slicing it in half.

Another Pariah had snuck up on them. Melissa. She halted her high power attack, and found her self gasping for air as she panicked and quickly change her location. S noted the others and hid behind a nondescript wall shutting her eyes. "Give me the strength.." she whispered.

She had seen the police fight,but not combat marines. "Sol break for it!" She frantically shouted as she tried to save him and his pals. "I am gonna try to hold them off!" She squealed a she launched another attack.

Another, smaller beam lashed out at The closest marine. It would burn him and his gear up in seconds, if she missed it would be incintive for them to abandon their quarry and take cover.

Melissa changed her location once more. She was not moving like one with combat training. She was panicked and scared, but resolute and protecting her new friend.

Vincent Corseli · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Vincent Corseli** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 4:57 am

Vincent gave a weak smile as he dimmed his eyes."Your wounds are bad..you need some relief of the pain" Vincent pulled from the back of his large coat, a small box labeled:Medical Kit: It's letters were faded, it was a old box, Vincent laid it on the ground and opened it. It's contents were few but it had some odd looking bandages disinfectant and basic medical tools, including a Needle and thread. "I know it's not much but I'm sure it will help a little bit.

As Vincent started to take out little odds and ends from his kit, he was interrupted by the sounds of yelling coming from A Military squad that had just closed in on the their position. As Sol was held at gun point, Vincent looked over to Chris, he saw them give him some sort of sedative to keep him from waking up. Vincent looked back to Sol as he placed both hands on the ground and gazed at the ground, he closed his eyes and became quite, though he was a quite person, something then and there was going threw his mind.

Vincent looked up at once when he herd the Yells of a girl calling Sol's name. "Is that the girl..from the sewer?" He thought to him self, as he felt a tip of a gun pressed against his neck.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:26 am

Owen jumped backward as the Osprey lurched to the left, it's left wing now just a molten stub. "Take alive is a no, I repeat, Take alive is a no!" he yelled over the Com, signaling that the Osprey could use it's undercarriage mounted Autocannon now.

The Gunner slid into his seat and punched off the firing safety. He let the computer assisted aiming system do it's thing, carefully avoiding the marines and the captured Pariahs and firing at the rouge Pariah. The barrage of shells made great plumes of dust and cement splinters in the rubble that Melissa hiding behind, and was edging closer to her position, all the space of a few seconds.

The marines not busy with subduing the Pariahs turned to the direction of the sudden and unwanted assault, "Take cover, we've got hostiles!" They dove to the ground, and one unlucky marine was vaporized before he could do anything; of course, the PCA isn't a bunch of heartless bastards like Red Squad, and the marines were also giving some of more badly wounded Pariahs painkillers as they held them at gunpoint.

Sol · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sol** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 12:19 pm

Sol froze, but did not move or submitto the demands of the Marines. He mearly sat up and raised his hands. They would see pain the need to lay down for a little while in his eyes, but no fear.

<Can you do something for the pain..> Sol said to Sasha in a shaky voice. He was exhausted, and in extream pain from the wounds Meat had inflicted on him. Needles administered would break on contact with his skin. He shifted a glance to Vincent, and suddenly made his move just as the Osprey's wing was melted away.

Sol reached out, even wounded he found his speed was far superior to a well trained Soldier's and grabed the nearest leg, delivering a sharp twist that would shatter the unfortunate man's hip.

Sol did not know why he did what he did next, He lept ontop of Chris. A reflex, pity? It was beyond thinking in Sol's mind as he battled the pain and aching muscles. He gruffly and effortlessly livted chris, and shieled the boy's body against his to protect him from incoming bullets.

Behind the marines...a Shock had occured. A massive stone hurled into their location.

Then another, then another. A bone styled spike was flung at the Marines as the moved in for cover. An energy beam. Other Pariah's in the area arrived just in the nick of time to find some of their bretheren battling the purge.

"Vincent, now is a great time to run!" Sol shrieked as he still holding Chris, presented his back to the marines, and made a break for an abandoned building, greatfully using the time Melissa had bought them to escape. Normally he was fast, but this run was jerky, forced, a struggle not to fall over from the wound inflicted on his hip. It was superior to that of a regular mans...but slow when compared to the bursts of speed Sol was normally capable of.

iwuvcheeze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iwuvcheeze** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 12:28 pm

Just as Melissa got on the move that cannon on The Osprey began chewing up the walls of the delapidated buildings surrounding Melissa. She ran at the wrong time, and one of those massive bullets struck her in the knee and she toppled over. Blood and bone exploaded in all directions, staining her shirt, and the walls around her. The beautiful curvacious Melissa toppled over and released a loud pain filled growl/cry.

The bullets moved on, the darkness being her ally. She then fired another...much more massive, and focused beam aimed at the flame bursts of the cannon. A gold beam cut through the darkness, and would end the wrath of that deadly weapon.

She groaned in pain, and watched in terror as Sol...a naked boy in his arms...and another with him used the time she had purchased.

Melisa reached down and looked at her knee. The knee cap was gone...and the shin hung by tattered flesh limp. She moaned and groaned, but attemped to make it to the other building. Trying to hide, fearing she had scarificed her live to save anothers.

"Some body help me..." She moaned as she crawled forward.

The Cambion · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **The Cambion** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 12:40 pm

In america's armed forces, team work was preferred as opposed to them being expendable. Owen and his squad had done and excellent job of zeroing in on this collection of Pariahs.

Spot light cut through the rain, and darkness. The lights were blinding, and massive earth shaking thumps filled shook the ground as a Sentry, Urban combat Tank walked up. The Pariah's attacking the Marine squad would find themselves flanked by the two story tall walking machine. It resembled ED 209 from the old Robocop movie...save it was much larger. On the front two massive multi-barreled cannons protruded. The began rotating, and began flingins rounds that were slightly larger then what the Osprey had onto these new Pariah's location.

The Army had arrived(I will let you operate the Marines Kronos....)

Soldiers wearing breather masks, and covered in thick plasteel armor weilding automatic rifles move in and began firing on The resistance's locations. Explosions went off. The Sentry advanced. A helicopter flew in over head sending a spot light down that improved the sight range for all of it's soldiers.

Sol was running...but Melissa had payed for it. A battle tank began rolling in.

"Hands up!" A soldier called as he aimed his rifle at Melissa's head. Another one called in. "Secure it....PCA gets first pick on this one boys.." was the reply.

Melissa killed one and damaged their transport...they had dibs on her. She would be their trophy.

The marines would hear a gruff prideful voice over their Radios. "Looks like the tables have been turned for once..we are saving your asses today Owen."

He would know that voice.

Captian Shaw. A haughty, mouthy man. Decent, and fair handed. he rarely killed the Pariah's unless he had to.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 1:34 pm

Owen had jumped out of the Osprey Transport in the nick of time, sliding down on a rappelling line as the energy bean cut though the Durasteel hull. He had gotten to the ground before anything had hit him, and found it wise to duck and cover while the new Pariahs attacked his Marines.

With the arrival of the army, and the new barrage of shells that has going overhead the Marines, Owen's whole squad has decide to hit the ground and fire from there. As Sol was running away with the creature that this whole mission was about, one alert marine trained his rifle on the fleeing Pariah and fired.

Owen scrambled over the advancing group of US Army troops, and rather busy at the moment what with the not getting shot by friendly fire and all, hissed over the Com "Shaw, I've saved your ass more times then I can count, don't get cocky." And more importantly, "Cease fire! They're my troops!"

The remaining Marines had taken potshots at the chests and kneecaps of the new Pariahs, hoping that would take them out with the help of the Army reinforcements.

Owen had finally made it out of danger from friendly fire, but not from the new Pariahs, something caught his eye, a blue shimmer. He turned to see a Pariah readying an attack, He jerked around and whipped his pistol out, rapidly depressing the trigger once he was facing the Pariah. The Pariah, a man in tattered street clothing, fell on his face, a stream of blood trickling from his skull and onto the cold ground.

Vincent Corseli · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Vincent Corseli** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:04 pm

Vincent stay sitting on the ground as Sol had taken off with Chris."Run....thats all i do" Vincent cracked a small smile as he lifted his body from the ground and began to run in Sol's direction, wondering what had happened to that girl who had given them the chance.

Vincent had lost all his strength, he was now running on pure will power. As they ran, Vincent sent a huge attack directly at the ground, coating it with his Violet light, as the got a little further it set off, leaving a 9' wall of gravel between Sol and Vincent and the Marines, giving them cover and making it harder for the ground troops to spot their location. This attack would take it's toll on Vincent dearly."That should buy us some time" Vincent said as he reached Sol's side, breathing heavily again.

Atrophy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Atrophy** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 7:18 pm

Poor Sol's psyche was on fire with agony, but he wasn't the only one anymore. She could feel the panic and hatred in the minds of all the others. The soldiers and the Pariahs, both. Their emotions hung so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Yes i think so. . . I'll have to disperse myself from your subconscious. Just hold on, Sol.

Sasha took a deep breath and her presence was gone from his dream plane as fast as it had come. She was now deep in his mind, spreading through his nervous system and absorbing Sol's physical pain like a sponge, transferring it to energy to keep her physical alive. Sol could feel something living just underneath his skin. Like another person was wearing his body like a suit. His bleeding slowed, but didn't stop completely, and Sasha's voice could be heard like a whisper in his ear. Feel any better now?

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 8:14 pm

The Marines hadn't forgotten about the escaping heroes, and Sol, Chris, and the other escaping Pariahs were met with a column of Marines, freshly arrived from another Osprey transport that was soaring off into the distance. They fired in sync, and a rain of what looked to be Tear Gas shells clunked to the ground, followed by the odd tranquilizer dart.

The shells were Agent 15 shells, and old kind of riot gas that rendered the target unconscious. If they had looked closely, they would have noticed that this group of Marines were Visors and Filter masks. "That should do." Said the Sergeant over the Com, looking at the rising cloud of gas issuing from the Agent 15 Shells.

[OCC: I think you went overboard with the Army...]

Atrophy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Atrophy** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:28 pm

Sasha didn't come this far to have her only allies taken hostage, but what could she do? One was pretty much a goner already, and Sol and these others were soon to be next if she didn't act fast.
SOL I'M TAKING OVER!

Before he even had time to speak she had tapped into his higher brain functions, pushed Sol's psyche to the side, and, taking complete control over him, used his body as a temporary puppet to harbor her own consciousness.

Sol's shell stepped forward confidently, forming a psychic barrier closely around the group of rogue Pariahs, and with one smooth movement of the hand, Sasha pushed outward, sending a force large enough to not only disperse the tear gas that was around them, but also sent a large number of soldiers flying in the process.

Vincent could hear a clear female tone behind Sol's natural voice. Get close to me, now!

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:04 pm

The Squad of Marines was pushed back with an invisible force, sending the first rows of the column flying backwards in the latter rows, and general messing things up from the plan. The Agent 15 hadn't worked, err, it had been dispersed before it could take effect on the Heroes.

"Get in the Ward Breaker!" Yelled the Sergeant over the Com, referring to a Multi-Stage missile weapon that was used to break Psychic fields. The Marines scattered and retreated toward the end of street, revealing a lone Marine holding a Javelin Anti-Tank missile launcher with a three slot rotating clip.

The Marine pulled the trigger, sending a Ward Breaker shell flying at the Psychic Field with a great amount of exaust smoke and flames issuing from the barrel of JATML. The shell impacted with the field, and it's shaped charge detonated in a great explosion that shook the windows of nearby buildings.

Hoping that the field was down, but unable to see through the smoke and flames, the Marines once again opened fire, this time with Stun Carbines, bulky rifle shaped weapons that fired electrified globs of Gel, strong enough to knock out a normal human in one shot.

Atrophy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Atrophy** on Sat Jun 21, 2008 11:55 pm

The ward breaker slammed into the invisible wall and almost immediately took into effect. The strength of the barrier weakened and faltered but for a second as the smoke started to clear, however as quickly as it dissipated, Sasha built it back up again, but even stronger than before. Even though the ward breaker had a minimal effect on her barrier, she knew it had been quite a powerful weapon, and that fact frightened her. She turned Sol around and grabbed Vincent violently by the sleeve, pulling him awkwardly close to Sol's body. The other arm held Chris tightly.

It's time to go, Vincent! Hold on to me or you're going to fall. I've never really done this before, but. . . this is as good a time as ever to try it, right?

The pavement shattered underneath their feet as Sasha pushed them up into the sky. Once airborne she spread her consciousness into the minds of the soldiers surrounding the area, erasing their feeble memories, and making them forget that the rogue Pariah's were even there to begin with.

iwuvcheeze · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **iwuvcheeze** on Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:00 am

Melissa lay on the ground, gasping for air ith the soldiers baring down on her. The pain from her wound was too much, she groannter her teeth as she offered no resistance.

She shut her eyes during their capture procedure and she began softly weepi. The fear of the ordeal...as well as the pain in her leg. She did not know what to do.

Only thoughts of her deatsed through he mind as the Soldiers closed in on her, and the sounds of the battle waged around her.

The Cambion · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **The Cambion** on Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:09 am

Melissa would have a tranquilizer fired into her body. The pain, and fear would go away quickly, as would her conscientious as she was taken into the Army’s custody, and pulled away from the fighting.

“Pretty little thing eh sarge?” the Sergeant snarled. “Shut the hell up and move her, and stop looking at her ass! This isn’t right and you know it…but it is our job! NOW MOVE IT!” He yelled as three of the soldier’s carried the now bound girl away from the battle.

The Soldier’s went about supporting the Marines, as opposed to clashing with them. When the shield form The Captain, who was sitting on the large battle tank that was pulling in shouted. “THEY HAVE A PSION; HIT THAT BARRIER WITH EVERYTHING WE HAVE!” His s opened up...but then halted. Their memories be Erased, except for Captian Shaw who had leapt out of the tank, and movver to the group draging Melissa from the fighting.

The Soldier’s all complied, and immediately fell back. Rockets, missiles, the Sentry all opened up bombarding Sasha’s protective shield. It finally culminated with the tank cannon firing a shell into the barrier that exploded. Sasha was powerful…but she would feel the might of the human Military.

Kronos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kronos** on Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:13 am

Seeing that Ward Breaker had not effect, the Marines retreated, firing Sporadic shots as they backed away in the hope that they would hit something, and maybe knock out on the heroes. The Marine with the JATML backed away too, only pausing to fire another Ward Breaker at the fleeing Pariahs, and then another round, this time a Stun Shell, a thing that would detonate after 4 seconds of his of flight and create a massive electrical tempest.

Unlike the untrained minds of civilians, the minds of the Soldier were like walls, thanks to their training the layer of Psycho-Kenetic Plating in their helmets, some memories were erased, but others staying, like the capture order, not all knowledge was lost, and the soldiers with Full helmets weren't effected at all.

Owen was completely unaffected, thanks the plating in his helmet, and his position far away from this little combat scene. Right now he was conversing with Captain Shaw, an old friend of his from the Army, even though he was Special Forces.

He looked at the Army forces doing their work, and turned to Shaw, "Mighty fine job you did here." He said, giving Shaw a slap on the back.

Two Soldiers had came over to Melissa, and were dragging her to the rally point created by the Army forces,"We've got one, she's injured, and we need a Medic. Now" One of them said over the Com.

Sol · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Sol** on Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:20 am

“Hey Solomon…you sexy beast…” A female’s voice said. “Hey beautiful…haven’t seen you in a while...” Sol said smiling. “We miss you Sol!” Another feminine voice said.

“Mmmm I miss you too..” He said as he opened his eyes. What Sol saw when he opened his eyes were a Persian Harem surrounding him. Gold, pillows, lavish luxuries all surrounded him. Beautiful Naked women all surrounded him caressing his body.

He turned and began indulging in his own fantasy, when he opened his eyes once more and found him self kissing a little girl….dressed like snow white.

He jerked back with his brown eyes pushed open wide. “DUDE NO THISISN’T A DREAM OF MINE!” he squealed “I DON’T DO KIDS!’ he shouted freaking out at the possibility of being a predator in his subconscious.

(Go easier with the posting order people.)

The Cambion · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **The Cambion** on Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:37 am

Captain Shaw let out a laugh as he walked up and inspected Melissa's unconscious body. He saw the wound on her knee bleeding profusely. When Owen slapped his back Shaw smiled and removed two Cigars from his helmet, the Psycho mesh keeping his mind active and alert.

Shaw smiled and offered one to Owen. Shaw was not Special Forces, just an army Captain. He was one of the more adept Army officers Owen had probably met over the years. Clever and crafty, Shaw may have had a penchant for over kill…but he always pulled through.

‘Yea well, she is all yours!” he said loudly as he noticed his men shaking their heads and looking around like they had missed something. “Damned Psion’s….” He mumbled. ‘SPREAD OUT IN A SEARCH PATTERN!” He yelled over his radio headset. “YOU ARE SOLDIERS, WE ARE HUNTING THE ENEMY!” He growled. His men did as they were commanded…though unsure of what they were searching for.

“Think nothing of it.” Shaw said turning his head back to Melissa’s sleeping form. “You saved my ass in Toronto, I owe you and your marines one. If you ever need some heavy support of a distraction, feel free to sign me up!” He said as he began lighting his Cigar. “The girl is all yours.”

Shaw was smart, he knew to get in good with the Marine Companies, in particular Owen, and his PCA.

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