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Niall Khadkani

"If I want, I'll take it. And I... want it all."

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a character in “Hadean”, as played by AtlasAtrium

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Full Name: Niall Khadkani
Alias: Pink Rabbit
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Nepalese

Hair: Black (dyed pink)

Eye color: Brown

Body: Scrawny

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 105

Hometown: Atlas, North Carolina

Affiliation(s): Rabbit Foot (Crime Organization Leader)

Personality: Niall is a loser. Weak, unskilled, unintelligent, uncharismatic... through and through, that is something that will never change. But that doesn't mean he is content with living the life of loser, not by a long shot. Deeply insecure of his own failings, he seeks desperately to bury his flaws with fake accomplishments seized through force or coercion. By living an indulgent life of hedonism, he enjoys the pleasures of life while ignoring the shortcomings that drove him to pursue this path of selfish cruelty.

Likes:
- Watching anime and playing video games

- Women

- Drugs and alcohol

- Sleeping

- Money

- Social Media

Dislikes:
- Working hard

- Responsibility

- Being made fun of

- Being bored

- Summer weather

- Sensitive people

Fears:
- Heroes

- Pain

- Losing everything

- Being hated

Skills:
- Speed running

- Arcade games

- Ping pong

- Most string instruments

Costume Identities:
Niall doesn't have a costume, but is usually seen wearing a black suit when engaging in business, often casually.

Equipment:
- 6 Shot Revolver

Background: Niall was never a bright kid going up. He always fell behind in his studies and often didn't get along with his peers in the schoolyard, culminating in frequent fights - fights he would, of course, always win. Because even though he was weak, he was born with a gift -- or a curse -- the same one that took the life of his mother. Cursing his pathetic life and the misfortune of his mother's tragic passing, he sought to drown himself in artificial blessings, the trappings of his escapist tendencies magnified to dangerous levels. For the first time, he began to weaponize his power; use it to take wealth and power for himself, steadily building up a fortune so that he could live an easy life of leisure and luxury. And so continues his quest to fulfill the endless void in his heart...

Powers:
Death Echo -
[Shaker – Level (9)]
The exact effects are unknown to public or private intel, but at a glance it appears to be some kind of attack reflector.

Power Origins:
Before he was born, his mother and father were cursed to bear a child that would 'bring pain to those around him."

Color Code: Magenta

So begins...

Niall Khadkani's Story

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"This message is being transmitted at the request of the United States Government. This is not a test. An existential threat against the United States of America has appeared on the coast of Atlas City, North Carolina. The United States Government has commenced preparations for a counter offensive against the threat. A forward assault base will be established in the residential area of Atlas City closest to beach front. All homes and buildings in this area will be demolished in 20 minutes to create space for this counter offensive. Please evacuate the area immediately and retreat to safe zones set up by emergency and government services, as well as hero organizations. Safe Zones will be located in the following locations."

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"They're really going at it, huh?"

On the ninth floor of the Carowin Tower, a high-rise building with a view of the Atlas City coast, one Amelia Brunel casually observed the ongoing battle through a pair of binoculars in one hand, and a dripping half-eaten sandwich in the other. Behind her, the sound of determined button mashing and various video game attacks filled the otherwise quiet room.

She took another bite of her sandwich, tearing sloppily through the layers with her wolf-like teeth.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" asked the young man on the couch, keeping his eyes on the screen as he shifted into a more comfortable position -- he lied down lengthwise across the seats, kicking his legs up on the armrest. He wore a freshly cleaned white dress shirt and black slacks, with pastel-pink hair splayed out across the cushion. "Something going on out there?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," she shrugged, setting the binoculars down on the kitchen counter as she made her way around to grab another sandwich. Opening the fridge door, she crouched down and surveyed the contents, cold air blasting into her face. "Ah... man, this is refreshing."

The man sat up a little and looked over his shoulder, pausing the game. "Uh huh... and what about that alert just now? Sounded like a pretty big deal to me." After a moment of silence, Amelia popped back up from behind the counter, tossing him a can of coke.

"Nothing the great heroes of Atlas City can't handle, eh? Cheers!" Side-eyeing her suspiciously, he turned around and tended to his drink. As soon as it cracked open, a violent spray of coke blasted out of the can, leaving his face drenched down to the collar. Amelia immediately exploded into laughter, slapping the countertop repeatedly as she doubled over and howled. "Literally EVERY time! AHAHA!" Wiping the tears from her eyes, she popped the tab on her own can with her thumb and was also met with a sudden jet stream of soda to the face.

"Got you back, idiot," he smirked, his hair still dripping wet. Amelia slicked her hair back with a stone face.

"Lucky shot." Shaking droplets out of her locks, she threw her head back and happily guzzled down the soda, crushing the can afterwards with one hand and expertly kicking it into a trash bin on the other side of the room. "Oh, by the way... don't you have a house on the beach? You know it's gonna turn into a parking lot in less than twenty minutes, right?"

"Not like I can do anything about it," he sighed, picking his controller back up and unpausing the game. "I'll just have to take the loss and deal with it later."

"Oh yeah, that house is toast. And your girlfriend is, too."

He paused the game again. For a few seconds, his fingers hovered motionless over the analog sticks, processing the words as he repeated them in his head. Then he facepalmed. "Uuuugghh! For fuck's sake! You're right. She's still there. Fuck. Twenty minutes, right?"

She brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned against the glass wall.
"What's the plan, bunny boy? Car definitely won't make it in time."

"You're going to carry me," he simply said. He tossed his controller aside and grabbed his coat off the back of the couch. Pulling his arms through the sleeves, he adjusted the collar, briefly leaning to the side to take his first peek out the window since the sun had come up.

Amelia flashed a toothy grin and swept him off his feet in one graceful motion, lifting him princess style. Cradling him in her arms, her messy white hair swayed behind her, catching warm sunlight. "So spoiled. You're lucky you weigh basically nothing."

"And you're going to keep spoiling me," he said confidently, shoving a bunch of dollar bills into her cleavage. "As long as I keep paying you."

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In the pitch black darkness, a woman pulled feebly on her chains, again, and again, and again. Down here the sound was muffled through layers of earthen foundation, but she could faintly make out the sounds of gunfire and explosions. Something was happening topside... not that it mattered to her. As far as she was concerned, she was already a dead woman. And she was dying for a very long time.

Her head perked up. There was another sound. Closer, and a little sharper. Her bangs parted from her face, staring forward in anticipation. The sound of a key entering a lock. The sound of a knob turning. The sound of a door opening.

Then, a harsh light.

As her eyes settled to the brightness, she saw him clearly. And her face contorted, ugly, into a mask of such unspeakable rage that her sudden desire to kill the man standing before her could almost be felt as physical malice radiating around her. She bared her teeth like a beast, and the fierce glint in her narrowed eyes showed only hatred and disgust.

The figure slowly lowered its phone light, looking down upon the woman with an unamused expression.

"Rise and shine," said Niall.

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Inside an emergency medical tent that sprung behind the front lines, a woman by the name of Kyrie Silva -- known better by her alias 'Ribbon' -- held her hands over an injured hero with great concentration. A line of red energy snaked harmlessly through the patient's body like a thread, revitalizing damaged tissue and closing up deep wounds. Her face mask grew hot under her labored breaths, shifting periodically to wipe her sweat with her shoulder. Once upon a time she might have been considered one of the greatest healers of her era, but now she struggled to save even a single life.

This corrosive, sludge-like substance especially was proving to be quite the headache... often the victim's wound had to be effectively cauterized before even being taken into the tent, else it would begin to dissolve the very tables they operated upon and create floor hazards for the staff and volunteers.

Sniffling, tears streamed down Ribbon's swollen cheeks as she worked, her heart helplessly shaken by the gore and the brutality she witnessed this day. Gingerly, she held the wounded hero's feeble hand and interlocked fingers.

"Keep fighting, you're doing great... I promise, you'll get through this alive... !"

At the front of the tent, someone casually pushed aside the curtain door and sat down on the floor in a leisurely manner. Clearly this person didn't read the symbol on the side...

"Excuse me, are you injured?" Kyrie asked, briefly meeting eyes. "If not, I'm afraid you're not allowed inside--"

"Ribbon?" She blinked. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised to find you here."

"Chimera..." she said quietly, looking down at a smiling Amelia. "Were you looking for me? I'm busy."

"Nah, nothin' like that," Amelia said with a dismissal wave. "Rabbit had some stuff to take care of, I just wanted a place to sit down until he was done. But hey, look at you helping people all selfless-like! Just like the good ol' days, huh?"

"You should help too." Kyrie responded in a decidedly more serious tone, turning her attention back to her patient. The animal girl leaned forward and squinted, raising a brow to look at her as if she were crazy.

"You're kidding, right?," she said. "If people want to hurl themselves at acid godzilla for humanity or whatever, that's their own business -- as far as I'm concerned, the fed has this under wraps in like ten minutes."

"Please." Kyrie's voice trembled. "Even if it's just carrying a single person here, please help. I've seen you, Chimera, and I know there's good in you -- even if you choose to hide it. I don't want any more people to die..."

"..." Amelia stood up. "Man, whatever. This conversation is annoying. See you at work, doc." She disappeared through the door. Kyrie wiped her sweat down again.

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Niall wiped the spit from his face.

"Cute." He kept his phone light focused on the woman in chains: Hope Atkinson. Her eye twitched under the blinding white rays, but made sure not to take her murderous gaze off of him. She wasn't a super, or a threat, or anyone important, really.

But she hurt him.

Niall shuffled through his pocket for a small key and motioned to unlock her shackles, but the motionless woman suddenly lunged forward the moment he drew near, smashing down on his hand with her teeth. Her bite dug deep into the flesh, tearing and gnawing, but there was seemingly no effect.

Instead, the bite wound instantaneously appeared on Hope's own hand, blood spewing from the fresh wound and dribbling down her fingers. She didn't seem to care, only spurred further in her rage at her inability to harm this fucking piece of shit.

"I know you want to play, but we'll have plenty of time for that later," he said with a sigh, pulling his arm away to shake her off, though not trying particularly hard to do so. "In about fifteen minutes -- or maybe ten, not really sure -- this place is getting blown to bits. So, be a good girl and cooperate with me would you? I don't want to leave you behind." Slowly, Hope's jaw loosened on his hand.

"Are we calm now? Good. Now hold still." First, Niall popped off the two shackles around her wrists, letting them clatter to the floor with a metallic thud. Then, the one on the left ankle. As he began to slide the key into the last lock, he peered under her hanging face for a closer look. As much as their hatred was mutual... he couldn't deny, she was still a beautiful woman.

"I don't want any episodes from you on our way back, understand?" he said, removing the final fourth shackle. "Oth--"

Hope spear tackled Niall into the ground, her foot having been quietly tensed against the wall liked a spring. He tried to pry himself free but his arms were pinned down, hard. What the hell... why was this starved, malnourished woman so goddamn strong!? He grit his teeth and headbutt her, but she was completely unphased by the blow -- even though though she was struck twice as hard as a result of his ability returning the recoil back to her.

"Let... go! Let go of me, you crazy fucking bitch!" He squirmed and twisted and kicked feebly with his legs, but nothing seemed to inch himself any closer to freedom.

"Fifteen minutes?" Hope repeated with eyes staring down, her words laced with a silent fury. "I could hold you here all day."
"Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!" Niall's eyes went wide with panic, the realization that he could really die here sinking deeper and deeper into his consciousness. No way. No way this bitch is going to be the end of me...!

Suddenly remembering one of his last ditch options, Niall primed himself for escape and bit down on his own tongue.

Hope cried out as a spurt of blood abruptly spilled from her lips, hand brought reflexively to her mouth. Using her window of weakness, he shoved her off and scrambled to his feet, driving his heel into her stomach. She curled up in pain, her burst of strength from earlier vanishing as quickly as it had come.

Panting heavily, Niall's frightened scowl curved up into a grin.

"Y-you almost scared me there for a second," he stammered, straightening out his coat. "I'll remember that, don't you worry. And quit crying, Ribbon'll take a look at your tongue later." Lifting her by the collar with one hand, he began to dial Amelia's number with the other. Note to self... don't share unnecessary information. I told Amelia to wait in front of the house, but judging by what just happened, it's possible she didn't listen. Can't complain too much, it saved my life... Now, just answer the call and we can--

No service.

Ah.

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Closer to the waves, Amelia certainly felt the heat radiating from the sea of flames. She scanned the beach for stragglers, but most of the downed heroes looked very, very, dead. Missing torsos, acid decapitations, corpses lapped by the corrosive shore... hey, was that Manhawk? That's gonna be a huge blow to the hero org's morale for sure...

She crouched down beside a rather muscular individual, under the safety of his forcefield.

"See anyone alive out there?" she asked Alex with a hand held flat over her brow. "Want to see if I can grab at least one person."

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Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape) Character Portrait: Maeve Butler Character Portrait: Sairyn Pendrake Character Portrait: Amelia Brunel Character Portrait: Niall Khadkani
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March 12th, 2045, 9:58am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Day 2


All around the Beast, a flurry of destruction had descended upon it. Some of Earth’s finest, refusing to lay down and die quietly as they were certain the Beast hoped, had thrown everything they had at it. An explosion directly in its face had engulfed the rotting creature’s head in fire and shrapnel, and in the chaos and confusion, the ant girl it had been staring down had managed a daring escape.


The mist on the beach began to settle steadily, or find its way back to the Beast or ocean, as frozen particles gently fell to the ground. But more fire was pouring up at it, the Cowboy Wizard bravely standing his ground while he could, before a rogue vein whipped from the ground, slamming into his side and flinging him across the beach. The man landed in a heap before Aegis, J-3, and the new comer, Amelia. While still alive, he coughed and hacked, a light spatter of blood sparkling across the sand. Internal injury, from the force of being hit so violently. Lucky for him it wasn’t the mist.


While a brief reprieve had been achieved by the Beast, its offspring continued to fall all across the beach, the heroes desperately holding them back as they prepared for something bigger.


For a moment, the world was nothing but light, before turning to absolute darkness. The dragon had broken free, and with an incredible force, had sent a blast of energy crashing into the Beast of Decay’s head, searing its way from one side to the other. Once the darkness had faded, and normal light returned, only the bottom half (left smoking and steaming from the assault) of the Beast’s head remained, the mouth agape once more without the upper half to hold it together.


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The Shape watched the chaos on the beach unfold with a growing sense of anxiety. This all felt chaotic, uncoordinated, as if they were all missing some part of the equation. Perhaps it was ego eating away at him, or maybe some sick desire to see the Beast do better? It was an impressive creature after all, much like that shapeshifter from the park. But this Beast… Was in a league of its own. Something like that could be quite useful in more articulate hands.


There was a sense of calm reassurance as he watched Maeve take off the upper half of the Beast’s head, feeling more confident about the direction of the battle now. As she flew off, it appeared some strange, black liquid dripped off of her, causing yet more damage to the offspring (and supers) below. The concept of her being able to gain greater control over this power was thrilling. After she’d crashed her decaying draconic body onto the beach once more, the human version arose, more starkly clad, and made her way back to The Shape and his men.


Her comments elicited a slight smirk under his mask. “I must say, I’m rather impressed by the show you put on, even better than last night. Shame about Kiran’s toy, but he shouldn’t have trouble making another.” He chuckled softly as he signaled to his men to keep firing at the Beast’s Offspring. “Oh and thank you. I hear you’re quite good with textiles yourself, am I correct? Couldn’t hurt to have someone with some skills in fashion around. I might even be able to acquire some equipment for you to ply your trade.” His men instinctively brought towels to Maeve, to help her better protect herself from both elements, and any potential embarrassment. “It was a good fight, I think this thing is nearly-“



Maxwell’s banter was cut off by the sound of the glass rocket that had formed at the beach being hurtled at the Beast. All eyes looked out to the waters as they watched the collision occur with the monster that threatened them all.


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The Glass Missile had soared through the air at incredible speed, a mass of hot, nearly molten glass, with soon the soon to be ignited mist inside. It slipped past the lower jaw of the Beast, impaling it through its maw, connecting fire with flammables. A concussive blast erupted as thousands of openings across its body spewed out fire, a showerhead of fire sent skyward. And from above the Beast, more fire rained down, followed by fire poured into its face by the Pyromancer on the Beach front.


An all-out assault had commenced as the floating, celestial giant let loose his own attack, the ‘Elysium Beam’. It connected with the Beast’s face, blasting through and causing the entire body to quake from the incredible impact. Shortly after, a series of electronic devices flew across the surface of the monster, and it could sense as the world slowed around it, as energy, particles, time itself came to an abrupt and jarring slow. Its body attempted to draw itself back together, but the veins and mold found themselves struggling against the tides of time.


Fire erupted beneath the Beast from the water’s below as some devil on the shore worked its magic. Acid rained down from the sky, landing on what little remained of its head and neck. Holes pierced through it as air punched through. Bullets landed in its black, voids of eyes. Incendiary shots pelted its body. Even a flurry of lighting crashed down upon its back.


The charred, torn up corpse of the Beast stood there, head now entirely absent, a deep divot running along its back (courtesy of the Elysium Beam), a massive hole where it’s mouth once was filled with the glow of liquid glass, and its body dripping melted portions of its carcass into the sea. But something else was notably now missing from the hulking silhouette of death as well.


Its eyes.


Glowing liquid began to pour through every hole, every cut, every wound on its body. The glass. It wasn’t entirely liquid when it had hit the Beast, yet somehow had become easily liquified in its body. This did not last, as the glowing substance cooled rapidly until it was solid again, forming glittering spikes out of every wound dealt to it. Its fleshy, moldy surface began to harden, blacken as fire began to snuff out, having lost fuel to feed it.


Where once the Beast’s head stood, now was a glassy lump, quickly being covered over in the liquid mass that was the Beast’s acidically melted body. It too hardened over the surface of this glass, the body now becoming coated in a black, glossy, surface.


Last to form was the two voids for eyes, back in place where the head should be.


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.50 caliber machine gun bullets had been tearing through the Offspring that had clambered onto the beach, but for now Richard had to avoid aiming at the Beast. He didn’t know how that thing would respond, and frankly he wasn’t ready to antagonize it. His ears were nearly deafened from all the noise, but not of his machine gun, but the massive offensive that had taken place against the Beast, with brilliant lights, glass missiles, and explosions aplenty.


But something seemed off. As he looked up at the hulking monster, saw its body form into some kind of obsidian shelled mound of waste and death, he knew something else was going on. Richard hopped out of the back of his SUV, gazing out to the sand. The beach was absolutely flooded with toxic, corrosive liquids, a lagoon of horrid colors and death. One would expect it to be simply flowing out back to the sea. It wasn’t. In fact, it appeared to be moving up the beach. His eyes widened as he felt a clenching in his chest.


It was going to try to flood the beach.


“Can you move?” He asked of the man in tweed, already much worse for the wear.



Although his legs were in far worse shape than could be remotely feasible for walking, the man in tweed nodded. “Whatever your plan is, I’ll provide you cover. Let’s just… Try to stop this thing.” He managed to wheeze out in pained breaths.


Richard nodded solemnly before looking around to the buildings behind them. He’d spied some strange freezing effects a few minutes ago, possibly cryogenic bullets? He thought Devon might be here. Making his way to the beach, Richard sent out a quick text.


Cryo shots, aimed at the beach, now.


“Everyone off the beach now!” He cried out as he charged towards the putrid, toxic mud that lay before the beast. He crouched down next to it, hovering his hands over it as ever so slowly, the liquid began to slow in its movements, and then freeze. From behind he could hear gunshots, followed by sprays of ice on the mucky sands, which too soon began to form into larger and larger sheets of ice.



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Back at NAHLA’s HQ, the Colonel turned to Sairyn, and to Sheri. Before he could open his mouth, there was an explosion next to him as concrete shattered and flew up around them. He turned to see what had happened, only to look down and see some kind of rock stuck in the surface of the roof. But… It wasn’t a rock at all. It was a ball of bullets, fused and melted together in strange, unearthly shapes. They were the bullets Sheri had fired into the Beast’s eyes.


“Sairyn,” the Colonel spoke softly as he turned to the NAHLA agent. He’d noticed the bullets that Sairyn was about to load had a strange coolness to them, which he took to mean they were cryogenic. “We need more firepower, and a little more time. Please, aim at that thing’s legs. Slow it down. Buy us some time.”


Sairyn didn’t put much stock in what the Colonel said, but the truth was that if fire and acid hadn’t stopped the thing yet, the cryo might not do much better. In the end he went along with the plan, firing the cryo shells, and connecting them with the Beast’s legs. Slowly but surely, they too began to freeze in place.


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The man in tweed had fired out several shots, taking down a couple straggler Offspring that tried to make their way over to Richard. It took more time than anyone would have liked, but the but the toxic beach was now a nearly solid sheet, and the legs of the Beast too began to freeze where they stood in the waters. It was enough to buy everyone some time.


“Everyone, off the-“



Before Richard could finish, the beach exploded upwards as two massive veins rocketed to the sky, shattering through the ice of the Beast and Dragon’s own toxic fluids. The veins seemed to be not slowing in their ascent, and it quickly became apparent that their target was Macroman.


Mere feet away, and ready to wrap themselves around his limbs, Macroman had vanished, seemingly into thin air. Back on the boardwalk, everyone was too busy to notice Henry appearing behind the crowd. He slunk back to give everyone more room, and to see where the rest of the battle would go.


Richard and the man in tweed had already began to bolt back to the Boardwalk, Jericho had grabbed Alex to pull him away while Alex ensured his shield continued to safekeep the other heroes, and Amelia had grabbed the Cowboy Wizard up in her arms, startled, perhaps even disturbed, by the brutality and the possibility of a death occurring in her own arms.


As everyone, hero and villain alike, pulled back to the Boardwalk, the Beast moved once more. With tremendous cracking noises, much like rock being shattered, the Beast began to walk, pulling it’s hulking, charred body through the ice covered waters. It struggled at first, but it was on land, and already making slow, steady progress towards the Boardwalk. It was slow, sluggish from the time devices attached to it, but their power began to wane, and as it did, the Beast steadily came into the current moment.


Veins began to burst through the Boardwalk too, shattering some areas and scattering heroes and villains alike. Everyone turned to run to side streets, Lone Star and Valor fought off the veins to help ensure safe escape, but as they turned to look behind them, to see who still stood with them, they saw a wall of light, and a new super standing there, pressing it far up past the buildings.


This hero wasn’t dressed in NAHLA uniform, they weren’t a known member of ACHI, and they certainly were not a villain. They wore the garb of a soldier. The army was here.


Once Niall and Hope had left his Beach Front Home, making their way further away from the once pleasant neighborhood, four walls of light encircled the residential block, the one that had been under evacuation notice. All civilians and supers were now out of the area. Above the block were two other military supers, one flying and holding tight onto another. The other had pressed their fingers together.


Time to clear the floor.


For a period of nearly a minute or two, thunderous booms could be heard as energy collided with the ground, shattering concrete and splitting wood into pebbles and splinters respectively. This perpetually, concussive battle raged as the neighborhood within was erased and flattened out.


After it was done, the walls came down, the two supers above moved aside, and bright white light cascaded out of the now flattened residential area. A large, glowing circle had appeared at one end, and moved to the other end, from East to West, leaving behind in its wake a canon the likes of which no one had ever seen. It was incredible, massive, had hundreds of men and women manning it. The weapon was designed, in essence, to utterly obliterate nuclear bunkers, or even missile silos. It could fire 800mm artillery shells, packed with advanced explosives, through a massive rail barrel, meant to propel these shells at speeds otherwise impossible.


The system was a work of nightmares. Two artillery shells would be fired, one shortly before the other. They would collide part way through their target, creating a massive explosion that would create a gaping, hollowed out hole. Following this, the artillery would be supported by the launch of a MOAB into the same entry point, thus eliminating any other personnel or infrastructure that managed to survive. And the most recent addition to the weapons system, two 30mm Machine guns on each side, both utilizing their own railgun systems, intended to erase the rest of whatever the main canon missed.


Lone Star and Captain Valor had joined the soldiers at the weapons platform, giving salutes to the brave men and women below as the canon lined up the Beast in its sights.


The sound was unlike anything heard today.


The explosion of the artillery outwards shook everything in the area nearby, all had covered their ears, but found even that defense had only gone so far in keeping the incredible noise of that explosion from ringing their ears. One bright flash and explosions was followed by another, larger one. As smoke subsided, any brave enough to turn and look witnessed the massive hole straight through the middle of the Beast, nearly completely wiped out by the artillery alone, but the gun wasn’t done yet. One more shot, the MOAB, and another brilliant explosion of fire.


All that stood before them now on the beach was legs, and a thin layer of what presumably was the Beast’s belly. Everything else above that had simply vanished. A collective sigh of relief passed over all there, as the 30mm guns started up to clean up the last bits of the Beast.


They roared for several seconds. And then the ground was torn open again. Soldiers looked around in confusion and disarray for but a moment before thousands of veins erupted around them, tearing them apart, piercing through their bodies, rending them to pieces as if they were little more than paper. The legs of the Beast moved again. The fragment of body that still remained dragged itself up the beach still, wide eyed horror dawning on everyone in Atlas City. The veins wrapped themselves around the 30mm guns, pushing the barrels sideways until they were torn apart from the internal explosions caused by misfired bullets. Yet more veins wrapped themselves around the main canon, sending the whole platform into a violent quake as it was torn off its placement, lifted high up in the air, and carried up over toward the beast.


The canon was set gently upon the fragment of body that remained of the Beast, veins and decay growing up and around, grounding the mighty device onto the monster, and filling it with its own vile ammunition. With a few mighty steps, the Beast turned its body, having selected its first target. It fired one shot that barreled towards the roof of the Atlas City Fusion Reactor. The bullet tore the roof open, spilling its vile contents inside, doubtlessly causing much destruction, and death.


Thankfully, these organic projectiles proved far less impactful than those that had been fired at the Beast. The damage was, for the time, minimal, but work needed to be done fast to save the reactor.


Captain Valor and Lone Star looked to each other. “W-w-w… What are we supposed to do!” Captain Valor asked of his comrade, utterly shocked and distraught that even this weapon had failed. Lone Star merely smirked. “Well Captain, we’re supposed to settle the question of who the better super is. You see what that canon did to this thing? Well I’ve taken a shot from the canon too. Not a scratch on me.” He snickered as Valor simply nodded sternly.


“Don’t be an idiot Lone Star. We both walk out of this alive, alright? I’m heading over to the Reactor, we need to keep it running. You deal with the Beast. We’ll figure out the better hero later.” Valor flew off to the reactor, as Lone Star looked the Beast up and down.


“Should have just done this myself right from the start. Still, guess they softened you up for me. My turn now.” The Texan super fly fist first towards the Beast, aiming to tear the thing in half with a single punch. He was fast as a bullet, and picking up speed, mere feet away, and he flew directly into the monster’s eye.


Everything paused for another moment, as only a second or two passed before Lone Star emerged once more from the Beast, back towards the city, but moving erratically, nonsensically. He plummeted to the ground, crashing in a heap in the asphalt road, a group of heroes and villains alike all around to witness.


His body, bit by tiny bit, simply began to start dissolving. Not in the decaying way the others had, small bits of flesh simply started to vanish before them as he screamed in blood curdling pain. Parts of him liquified, dripping to the ground before simply vanishing in puffs of black smoke. Lone Star screamed for everything. Family. Help. Death. No one around touched him, or did anything to him.


They had no idea what this was, how could they help him? And as they all knew, he was indestructible. How could they even do him the mercy of killing him? Eventually, enough of him had faded away that his body simply slumped into death, into nonexistence, as eyes returned to the Beast. It had taken aim again.


This time, the shot rang out and pierced a floor of the NAHLA HQ.


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The building shook and rumbled underneath those gathered on the roof. The building was built to withstand a lot of structural damage, Earthquakes and such. It would likely survive this too, but those gathered on top might not.


The Colonel turned to the teleporter with a nod. “Time to go.” Without another word, she touched him on the shoulder. The two vanished in a flicker, leaving Sairyn and Sheri alone. A moment later, another flicker appeared, and a hand touched down on Sairyn’s shoulder, before he, his weapons, and equipment, too disappeared. Sheri was now alone on the roof, her doubles disappeared as she quickly tried to figure out an escape. Another flash of light, hand on her shoulder, and the lights quickly disappeared before reappearing again.


Sheri stood on the pavement outside of NAHLA HQ, her motorcycle not 4ft away. The top part of the building was starting to crumble, bits and pieces falling off and landing on the ground. She quickly got on her motorbike, started it up, and drove off, not stopping until she found some place safer than these buildings to stay.


Sairyn looked around himself, surrounded by soldiers, doctors, NAHLA supers, firefighters, police and more. The Colonel was barking out orders to others as they tried to feebly figure out some kind of a response. The teleporting woman kept an eye on Sairyn. At least for the moment he was safe.


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The Beast had fired off another shot, this one slamming into a random apartment building, seeming to have no rhyme or reason to it. It’s final shot, however, forced it to turn even more towards the city center. Some may have feared it was aimed at civilians, or an evacuation center. Another shot rang out, and the bullet found itself piercing through the Manfred Paper Services floor of the Michelin Office Building. The canon had ceased for the time being, but the Beast prepared to load yet more rounds into its new weapon, meanwhile continuing a long, slow trudge up the beach, and into the destroyed residential area where its weapons had just sat.


At this point, the estimated number of dead in Atlas City was between 3000-4000 people.


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Peter gazed out the van window to see a shell hitting the Michelin building, a thrilled grin opening up to reveal his unusually perfect teeth. “Well well well! Seems the plot has thickened doesn’t it!” He cackled to himself. The driver sat anxiously, trying to avoid doing anything that would catch Radovan’s gaze. Peter continued to chuckle lightly to himself, paying no mind to the others as he mulled over these events in his head.


Strange that this monster would target a SINS outpost, wasn’t it? But then, did Peter really think it was SINS the monster was targeting?


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March 12th, 2045, 2:48pm: Somewhere in Scotland


George had settled into the soft, white leather seat of his personal lounge on the jet. A screen flickered on on his desk and he was given a live feed of the events taking place.


“Military has cut out all electronic communication here in the city sir, but we’re still good here. Based on what we heard before, and seen, a lot of speculation is going on that this thing has incredibly effective regenerative abilities.”


George watched the fight taking place with a furrowed brow, scratching at his chin as he considered what was reported. “I’m skeptical about that. It can heal, certainly, but something seems off. I’ll need more data later, but I’m not certain this creature is losing mass when it heals, or creates those miniature monsters. It contracted, yes, but that didn’t show a loss of mass. How is it fueling both its healing, and keeping its mass? There isn’t enough there for it to eat. I’ll consider the possibility, but I’ll need to see more from this battle first. I strongly believe something else is afoot.”


The man on the other end of the screen was about to reply, until canon fire rang out, first from the military, then from the Beast. A shot at the Fusion Plant. A shot at NAHLA HQ. And with the next shot, the feed George was receiving went dead. He shut off the screen and pressed a mic button on his desk. “Pilot, get us to Atlas City. Now.”

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Albert was impressed despite himself. The amount of destruction the other heroes had managed to scrape together and pile onto the beast of decay was actually inspiring. For a moment, he thought they might actually have won.

But the beast kept going.

"Listen, HQ, I have to get down there,"Albert said, pulling his plane's nose up and heading higher into the atmosphere. "That thing's still coming."

"The artillery is incoming, Backlash, stay put," Ivetta's voice, still calm but strained as the beast lurched up the beach.

Albert opened his mouth to protest but in that moment, the artillery appeared. The flying super could only stare at the oversized cannon that had flattened a section of housing, thankfully one that had been emptied for some time. The supers on the beach retreated. The cannon fired.

At this point, however, Albert wasn't convinced. He continued to climb, his knuckles white as he clenched the joystick. He'd been caught with his pants down with this thing. It wasn't something anyone could have predicted, but Albert felt like a failure anyway. There was no doubt in his mind that he could have destroyed this beast himself, but he would have had to know at least a day in advance in his current state. One day in advance, and he would have been able to vaporize the beast completely, and without the damage the cannon caused.

Below him, the beast took control of the artillery, and fired a shot into the Atlas City Reactor. Flipping his plane around, Albert pointed the nose of it straight at the cannon and accelerated. He was thirty thousand feet in the sky, higher than he'd ever fallen before. His plane would cover that distance in around 30 seconds. It was time to redeem himself, even if only a little bit, for his failure today.

The cannon fired thrice more as Albert dove, then fell silent as the beast reloaded the massive weapon. Albert's plane hit the cannon at over 600 miles per hour, and exploded, but it was Albert's strike just before he crashed that truly tore the cannon to pieces. For just a moment, Albert's punch contained a tiny fraction of the sun's power, and as Albert collided with the military's creation, that power cascaded through the entire system.

The cannon shuddered, sparked, then exploded from the inside, parts of it ripping off while others turned to molten flame and melted. The beast of decay's tendrils were turned to ash instantly, the heat and fire following the tendrils into the earth and burning them underground.

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#, as written by Nulix
In the overcast sky above the beast of decay there was a single opening from which the sun beyond shined through. One perfect gap in the sea of clouds.

And then: sonic boom. The clouds sucked together around a red object as it flew through the opening, rocketing toward the injured creature. Atop the roof of a ruined building Shroombala’s eyes widened beneath her toadstool cap. She knew that super. It was the same super who’d blown Boriban’s guts over the Troja Palace in ‘41. It was the same super who’d saved the passengers of SpiceJet 99 in ‘42. And it was the same super who had gotten drunk at Flambeau’s retirement party, seemingly lost all semblance of volume control, and declared that they were such hot shit they could steal Helga Hammer’s date if they’d so desired.

The Tibetan turd’s mouth hung agape. “It’s-!“

***

Ten minutes earlier

Cannon placed a palm on the the woman’s shoulder and with one strong arm shoved her to ground. The lady landed rough on the asphalt. Straight brown hair falling out a bun, tanned white-skin, a flowing shirt and lululemon leggings. New balance adorned her miniscule feet. And on her face there was a look of fear, a fear so real. A fear Cannon was sure the woman had never before felt. They averted their eyes. "Car's full."

And then they climbed in, onto the black leather upholstery of the Yamaha. They pulled the door shut behind them. Above the enby’s head a soft light came on and from the surround speakers played a Latin swing beat backed by gentle strings. Les Baxter & his orchestra. Tropicando. Easy listening exotica.

Cannonade pulled their leather jacket off their arms and threw it onto the opposite seats. Out the jacket a box of catnip cigarettes and white lighter fell. Cannonade stopped and reached down. They picked a fag off the car floor, placed it in their mouth, and began furiously lighting.

Outside the tinted windows of Cannonade’s rental the woman had rose and began pounding, her fist colliding with the glass to no avail. Cannon could make out a muted fuck you through the window as she abandoned her assault and sprinted off, putting her new balance’s to work. Cannon held the cigarette between tight lips and inhaled before tugging their shirt up. Their torso was lean, a gentle happy trail gracing blackened bruised abs. Their breasts fell free: puny, pointed, and barbell pierced. They pulled the shirt over their head and the lit cigarette in their mouth. The fabric got caught on the sharp edges of their wide shoulders but with a little effort it yanked off and was thrown to the floor.

A long, uninterrupted honk shook the car. The screams were escalating, the sounds of panic now mixed with something new and, to Cannon's ears, monstrous. With their cigarette securely between a thumb and a pointer finger Cannon crawled forward to peer out the window. Down the street a trio of creatures stood – pulsating bodies of hardened clay lined with tree-root veins. They stood at different heights and each seemed to have an array of appendages: some mammalian, some insect-like, and some like tentacles from the sea. It was as if each had a random assortment of features grafted into their forms- just like the creature at the beach. One let out a horrible roar and smashed a parked car into the earth as if it was a piñata. Then, like thunder in the sky, the voice of Adolf Hitler came from the heavens. Cannonade looked up, out the window, wide eyed as the murderer’s impassioned speech echoed, and they sincerely asked themselves: was this hell?

With stallion speed two of the monstrosities passed the car’s windows, hunting for prey. The third, a grotesque creature of warts, had a man cornered across the street. On the car seat next to Cannon, left with a dangerous level of casualness, was one half of their pair of gravity guns. It was a meaty piece of machinery, with a rectangular barrel almost as thick as the rest of the weapon. Cannonade grabbed the pistol and took aim out the window with their left hand. Their right hand was extended, ready to control the projectiles when launched. With a sharp inhale they fired. Their windows were penetrated thrice. The bullets flew forward, their altitude dropping to pass beneath a running civilian’s legs, then rising up above the head of another, and then levelling evenly to penetrate the creature. They struck: two in it’s large, central sack and one in the limb it threatened to bring down upon the man it had cornered. With an explosion of slime the beast began to collapse in on itself.

The Latin swing continued as Cannon unzipped and kicked off their boots. They wore cat print socks beneath. The middle toe on their left foot had stung suspiciously like a fracture since the fight with Maeve. They stretched out across the duo of seats they occupied and did a rough pigeon pose. Their hands moved down their waist and unzipped the frayed jean skirt. The sounds of the outside world came through the window's bullet holes like smoke through a filter. The world was briefly deafened by another of the far off creature’s roars, but was then replaced by the winds and sounds of panic they’d grown familiar with.

Down to a high-wasted black thong Cannonade knelt on the floor of their rental car and reached into a hefty leather tote bag that had been stored there. And in their grasp pulled out was the familiar red weave of their super suit. The material was thick but stretchy, lined with armour and technology. They dipped their socked feet into the legs of the bodysuit and pulled the leathery material up their bruised body as best they could. It slid on like a glove, only snagging on their prominent tush- but after a few tight pulls Cannon overcame. They reached for a button at the neck and with a tap the suit began to pressurize. The wrinkles in the material flattened and became skin tight to the shape of Cannonade’s body. After a moment of adjustment they slid a gloved hand down their stomach to the crotch and pulled to loosen the vacuum sealed fabric. They tightened the straps of the codpiece and other bits of armour that hung from the bodysuit and then pulled up the uniform’s combat boots. They gave them both a double knot.

Out the tote came the final piece of the outfit. The helmet. The flame on Cannon’s fag had reached the filter. After one last inhale they spit it out onto the floor of the car and flattened it beneath their boot. They ducked into the opening of the helm and on the glass before their eyes the ARUI came to life. Cannonade reached up to touch the ceiling of the vehicle. The metal sparked as the roof ripped off the vehicle and rose into the sky. Cannonade too rose beneath it, ascending out of the car and over the street. As they floated Cannonade grabbed hold and climbed atop the rising roof-plate. On their magic carpet of steel they floated higher and higher, away from the chaos on the street below, until they could see over the rooftops, to the beach on the horizon and the creature that terrorized it. Explosions and lights coloured the world around the creature. The military had come in and were readying artillery. Other supers too tried to save the city from the eldritch horror that had arisen at its coast. From the looks of things there was an assemblage of them, all putting up a good fight. But there was one flaw with their strategy, one key issue that would prevent them from achieving victory: they weren’t Cannonade.

The sphere of gravity surrounding Cannonade and the car roof they rode on dissipated, and the metal began to freefall. Cannonade carefully stood on the falling metal and leapt off at an angle, in the direction of the beach before rising into the clouds. Like a lost kite the roof plummeted toward the streets below.

***

It was a dark and stormy night. Really, it was. There was a tornado on the horizon and the rain smashed against the glass walls of the house like a hot tub jet on full blast. A bleached blonde Cannonade marched forward, sporting a much different outfit and with a motorcycle helmet beneath their arm.

Behind them another figure stood- undercut blue hair. Crossed arms littered with tattoos. A somber expression on a freckled, English face with blue eyes that could pierce your soul. “You don’t have to go,” they said at last.

Cannonade stopped and twisted their head to eye them. “Right now I’m the only one who can.”

Their scene-partner was wide-eyed. Desperate. “I’m asking you to stay.”

“You’re asking me to not be me,” Cannon replied. “I don’t have a choice- you know I don’t have a choice! I didn’t choose to be Cannonade.”

The blue-haired figure walked forward. Their bare-footed steps on the tile coincided with lighting strikes beyond. “Darling, you’re so much more than Cannonade. No matter what they see in the sky... I know what you are." A callous hand reached up to touch Cannonade’s cheek. Their finger traced a mark- long and jagged like a claw scratch beneath their eye, still red but healing. “...You’re flesh and you’re bone.”

“...You think you know what I am?” Cannon’s voice was cold and their accent came through clear as day. They recoiled from the touch and continued to march toward the glass, toward the tornado on the horizon. They grabbed hold of a handle and pulled the sliding door open. The wind hit them like a semi-truck. The rain felt like pebbles against their skin. And the thunder bellowed again as they stared down the apocalyptic scene. “You have no idea.”

And with that Cannonade ducked into their helmet. Ready to be the superman.

***

Cannonade rocketed down from the sky. They’d surrounded themselves in a bubble of bearable gravity within another bubble of gravity increased to deadly degrees. Fire consumed all as the earth pulled them down to it’s surface, like a mother pulling back a long lost son. Their bones stretched, their muscles were wrung. They could feel the pressure coming in. Inside the helmet their skull rocked from side to side violently. The world was a blur and tears streamed down their face. They weren’t religious but at times like this even Cannonade prayed, however silently. They released their fists, letting their hands fly free. And as blinding fires consumed their view they closed their eyes.

“-Cannon!” Shroombala finished as the red cannonball made contact with the beast of decay. And, to great shock to the onlookers, it ripped through the creature like a bullet. It was almost too fast to tell what had happened, but something had happened. It was as if a pea-sized black hole had sliced through the core of a planet in the blink of an eye, and the planet had collapsed around it.

There was a line where the being of extreme gravity had passed through. The insides that once occupied the gargantuan creature were cleanly ripped out along the vertical path Cannonade had flown. The creature's compressed guts chased after Cannonade’s body like tracking missiles chasing a jet, straight down into the sea. With it’s centre gutted the remaining two sides of the beast of decay began to crumble. The colossal remnants of it’s carcass fell and collided with beach before toppling over into the waters. The veins that had attached through the earth of the metropolis ripped out, collapsing the buildings they had ensnared. A tsunami like wave rose from the impact with the water. The water swelled and grew, gathering high enough over the heroes to block out their sun. And it lingered, threatening to come down over Atlas City and wash what remained of it away.

Seconds after entering the sea Cannonade smashed into the bed of the bay- not that they felt it. They would have blacked out far before the seabed, most like upon impact with the water thirty feet above. Their body began to float, limp but stationary, with their helmet acting as an anchor and keeping them stuck to the sea floor. Above them sank the remnants of the beast of decay, consuming the water in blackness. But the mould never reached them. The dark instead seemed to swirl and move, like a school of fish- shattered but still living...

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Niall strained with the woman's weight as he crossed the street in broad daylight. She was still bleeding from the mouth, but it wasn't an uncommon sight to see the injured being carried to safety so he walked openly and carelessly with the evidence of his crime on his shoulder. But, more importantly...

He witnessed the unnervingly quick landing and extraction of a mysterious armed force over the beach, gone as quickly as they had arrived. Their vehicles, their equipment, their lack of identification -- he'd done his fair share of homework, and the details of the events he just witnessed lined up with what he had heard from the rumors.

The possibility of it being the reformed Union crossed his mind. Online, there was speculation made between its supposed revival and the sightings of strange badge-less soldiers reported all over the world; he couldn't say if they were connected or not, but he felt strongly that the truth lie somewhere between these things.

Either way, felt like a missed opportunity... but they didn't seem the type to make contact, unless they approached you first.

He dropped Hope down at the emergency tent, admittedly startled to see both Amelia and Kyrie.
"There you are... Why didn't you wait outside the house?"

Amelia heartily clapped him on the back a few times. "Ah, well, don't sweat the little stuff! So what happened to her? Lover's quarrel?"

"Make that joke again, see what happens." He spun around, jabbing a finger into the tip of her nose. Amelia only shrugged and smiled. He pulled away with rolled eyes and looked to Kyrie. "Ribbon, since you're here, come take care of her."

"Is it bad?" Kyrie said without looking up, tending to the freshly laid down Cannonade's injuries. Her signature red ribbon swirled around them with a brilliant glow, surveying the body and searching for signs of damage. "If not, then it can wait -- I'm busy."

Niall nearly reprimanded her on the spot. She was on his payroll, not this... volunteer service she was doing. But he held his tongue, fuming quietly. He didn't want to stay here any longer than he had to.

"I'm docking your pay. Chimera, come on." Amelia shrugged and waved one more goodbye to Kyrie as she and Niall ducked out of the exit. Kyrie ignored them -- or tried to -- and focused on the patient in front of her. Crashing into the sea at that altitude and at that speed, it was like diving straight into concrete; undoubtedly, their gravity barrier deflected some of the pressure and allowed them to survive the initial impact. But the invisible fractures and internal bleeding beneath the skin, now swelling with bruises at the contact point, were detected one by one and slowly regenerated by her healing power.

"Hang in there," she whispered. "This city still needs you."

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Niall kicked the brown suited man in the face as he walked past him.

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Hope's eyes fluttered open, but her gaze gave nothing away. Her vision was blurry, unable to make out the jumble of muddy shapes in front of her. She could sense she was being lifted by someone, and the sound of the shore faintly reached her ears. Her face scrunched up, attempting to gain sense of her surroundings. She could tell, if nothing else, that there were other people here -- some walking to and fro, others standing idly and chatting. Couldn't they see her? Couldn't they see how much pain she was in?

"H... hh... h... hh..."

She wanted to scream.

Help me! Please, help me! I'm right here! Please... ! Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't have the strength to speak, and nobody seemed to bat an eye as she was carried away. Somebody...

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Jericho-Jemma walked onward, ignoring Vortex's calls behind them. Their focus was drawn towards the medical zone once again. Their form pulsed with ink yet again, sluggish and slow flowing this time. They took on the form of a massive canine once again, though they were eyeless. Or so they appeared. An unheard, constant high-pitched clicking gave the world shape for Jericho. Time to return to Alex, and possibly rest. Rest sounded divine.

The canine walked and walked for a time, eventually returning to the medical zone yet again. They were just beginning to return to the tent they had for sure last seen Cannonade, when the abrupt twang of stress and sweat hit their senses. Their mind leapt back to the night before last, back to when the woman was being hounded- Eheheh.- by the wanna-be mobster. The stench of distress, anxiety, and despair was familiar, if tainted by a different scent all together.

Jericho huffed a small sigh, mental brows furrowing in annoyance, as they once again changed forms.
Once again, their combat form from soldier park, what they were coming to call ‘The Soldier Form’, swelled into being from the ink.

They approached a trio, a man and a distinctly familiar female, who seemed to be carrying a third. Interesting.
Excuse me. White-Hair. You were with the group assembled on the beach. You moved with me and the one known as Aegis. You were carrying a Super who looked like a … Cowboy. What happened to that super? And the one known as Aegis? … Also, what is with the corpse you are carrying?
The voice was cold, lacking emotion beyond the necessary, almost audible question marks in the speech. It sounded like someone was rattling crickets together in a tin can, and convincing a lion to speak in the midst of it. It was hardly quiet, to boot.

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"Right then... if nobody needs medical attention," Ichiro began, taking a step to exit the conversation and giving Vicki and Cannon the finger guns. "I'll just be hittin' the ol' dusty trail...," he finished, backing away and moving himself deeper into the camp. His break was probably up anyway.

Yue giggled silently from behind her mask: what a nerd. She felt a little bad that he was shot down immediately after meeting his idol for the first time but it was fitting payment for the ribbing he'd given her. She turned her head towards Henry and the others, only vaguely listening to the conversation. They hadn't specifically addressed her, and acknowledging them would just needlessly reveal her identity. It was probably safer for them to keep her identity hidden and not involve them with the Witchfinders if she could help it.

With that decided, she began moving back towards the beach. At the very least she would do another pass to check for injured before she submitted to a med-scan and passed out for the remainder of the day. The numb twinge lancing through her frame when she moved suggested stress fractures, and Sairyn would more than likely force her into the bone-growth stimulater. At least it would be a nice nap either way.

That's about when she caught sight of Murder-Puppy confronting a pair carrying a woman, and Yue slowed down to a walk as she assessed the situation. Jericho seemed to be genuinely curious, and asking some innocent questions, but... it was the woman they were transporting that caught her attention. Limp. Possibly malnourished. Eyes open, distant gaze... she could be in shock... but they were walking away from the triage camp? Yue's eyes narrowed and she approached the group from a direction that blocked their way forward towards the beach, running her hand gently along Jericho's flank as she approached and letting it come to rest on his shoulder. The suit's external vox clicked audibly as it was turned on.

"The medical camp is that way," she informed in a mechanically distorted voice, gesturing behind them. "I can take her there for you," she said, holding out her arms expectantly. "I insist," she added, when it looked like they might protest. Yue's aura flared for a moment, and her luminous crimson eyes gleamed down at Niall from nearly a full ten inches above him.

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"Ugh... why are we walking back? Just take us there."

"Dude, after making me haul ass all the way down here? Even I'm a little tired, we're taking a stroll."

Niall let out a long dramatic sigh, like a child, and shoved his hands into his pockets. This smug little fox was in the habit of getting her way recently; he wasn't the only one being spoiled, that much was certain. Despite their strictly business relationship, he couldn't raise too much of a fuss -- he needed her more than she needed him, so it was better not to poke the nest willy nilly.

Excuse me. White-Hair."

"Huh--?" Looking over his shoulder, the young man suddenly adopted a ridiculous fake martial arts posture in defense, startled by the appearance of the... thing that snuck up behind them. "Hey, Chimera. Something weird just walked up to us..."

It seems they weren't alone. Someone else joined at their side, possibly an acquaintance, directing them to the tents and gesturing to take the corpse off their backs. Rather forcefully, at that. Amelia merely grinned and shifted the woman's weight on her shoulder.

"Oh? Nice of you to offer lady, but I think we're good. We got turned away because she wasn't in critical condition, sooo~ yeah, we're just gonna look some place else for treatment." These people are awfully nosy... maybe Rabbit was right about picking up the pace. Otherwise content with her answer, she then addressed the sewer monster with a cocked eyebrow. "The cowboy? No clue, I dropped him off and haven't looked back since. Dunno who Aegis is, either. Friend of yours?" She scratched the back of her head, stalling for a few seconds while pretending to recall.

Niall cleared his throat. "That'd be our 'corpse.' Excuse us if we don't hand an employee over to a stranger to walk off with." The fact that he was being threatened completely flew over his head, but Amelia could sense the hostility from a mile away. Her grin flashed her canines.

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"I will have a tent prepared for her," she informed, continuing to hold her arms out as if she would stop harassing them if she got what she wanted. Yue didn't have anything solid to hold on them besides suspicion... unless the girl woke up right then and called them out there wasn't much she could to except be a pest and hope they either instigated something or caved to intimidation.

"If that's not acceptable then I will call someone to come treat her here," she said. Her external vox clicked off with a note of finality that suggested the matter was not up for debate. Behind the sound proofing of her mask, she was already on the phone with Ichiro to apprise him of the situation.

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Niall exchanged glances with Amelia. With a nod, she cracked her knuckles and stepped forward, craning her neck to the side.

"Alright lady, now listen here--"

"Wai-wai-wait, that's not what I want you to do!" He gave a few curt but urgent taps on Amelia's shoulder, who turned around in confusion. He shook his head and flashed his palm to her face. "Sheesh, you're so eager to fight. Sorry about my bodyguard here, sometimes I think we aren't on the same page. We'll take her to the tents, it's no big deal."

"... You sure? Shouldn't take more than a second to flip this whore upside down." She paused, adding, "No offense."

Niall grabbed the back of Amelia's head and forced her to do a small bow in apology.

"Chimera, what did I tell you about calling people whores? She's, uh... got kind of a mouth on her, she doesn't really mean it, she thinks she's being friendly."

"I am being friendly. I even said 'no offense' at the end?" The woman on her shoulder let out a weak, pained moan. Niall kept a watchful eye on her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Still no signal. He rolled his eyes and put it back.

"Anyway, if we're going to do this, might as well get it over with quickly. Her folks back home..." His cold, piercing gaze locked with Hope's. "... might start getting worried."

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Jericho peered down at the three talking, tilting their head and leaning forward to get their snout closer to the White-Hair, Chimera, and her evident boss. They huffed a breath in deep, staring calmly and quietly before sighing out just as deeply.
A belly-deep growl rumbled it’s way out into the world, as that blank emotionless voice came forth from the shapeshifter once again.
You are panicked. You, Pink-Hair, smell like sweat and panic. Your partner smells of confused lies, and you too smell like stress. I would recommend you simply let the knight take your ‘corpse’,” They paused for breath before dropping their voice down to an ominous rumble. “Especially since they turn no one away at the tents. I would know. They are checking all who come. Thoroughly.

Internally, Jericho wondered if the assumption of how the two smelled would be found out, since the only true time they knew of a liar by smell, was when they were snout to nose with the man.

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Jericho peered down at the three talking, tilting their head and leaning forward to get their snout closer to the White-Hair, Chimera, and her evident boss. They huffed a breath in deep, staring calmly and quietly before sighing out just as deeply.
A belly-deep growl rumbled it’s way out into the world, as that blank emotionless voice came forth from the shapeshifter once again.
One of you is panicked. You, Pink-Hair, smell like sweat and panic. Your partner smells of it too. I would recommend you simply let the knight take your ‘corpse’,” They paused for breath before dropping their voice down to an ominous rumble. “Especially since they turn no one away at the tents. I would know. They are checking all who come. Thoroughly. Besides... If not in critical, then why is your corpse limp?

Internally, Jericho wondered if the assumption of how the two smelled would be found out, since the only true time they knew of a liar by smell, was when they were snout to nose with the man. And Alex was there, with a heavy boot on the man's back. No running away then.

Interesting, how weirdly simple that time was. Why did this feel so different?

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Niall sniffed his shirt. "Chimera, do we smell?"

Amelia waved dismissively with her hand. "I took a shower, so it's probably just talking about you."

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Yue stood her ground as Chimera stepped forward, unflinching save a flare in her aura. Charged bolts of energy spiraled up her boots and cascaded down the length of her arms for a moment as she prepared for the attack.

Oh, please make this easy for me...

When they backed down, her aura faded to a dull shimmer, with an occasional electric crackle. She didn't release her power, better to be prepared in case they tried something. That's when Murder-Puppy surprised her and pressured them with some very good questions.

She couldn't help but smile behind the mask. Good boy!

"A tent and physician are waiting for us at the triage camp," she replied after a while, and began escorting them back to the camp. Niall's subtle threat wasn't lost on her. She pocketed the information to use later and pretended not to notice. Yue purposely led them past Richard and the rest of the Diner crew to a tent that Ichiro had set up right next to them. She tapped Alex's shoulder to draw his attention to Murder-Puppy as they passed, and Ichiro greeted them at the tent with a smile.

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Richard was beginning to follow Sasha out, having thought of something too he wanted to check, but was stopped by Liz and Henry's words. He turned to face the older of the two, who's glare seemed to surprisingly take more years off, rather than add them on. There was a slight smirk on his lips before he responded. "Well last I checked, I was a nobody with no authority. It's incredible how much more I get done because of that. All that and they still manage to abuse their power." He gave a shrug as he pulled his mask over his head.

"Anyways, no offense ma'am, and I do mean that, but I'm not looking for anyone's permission." Richard turned to Henry and gave a brief shake of his head. "Firstly, we had villains fighting that monster too. All I'm gonna say Henry is be careful who you trust. Secondly, phones and wifi are still down. Government likely doesn't want any info leaking over to the Russians or Chinese about this." Richard felt someone moved past him, and turned to see a tall, female figure covered in silvery armor, leading three others; a short male, a tall female, and another female being carried over the shoulder of the tall one. "Looks like a couple more candidates for your team Henry." He spoke quietly.

Finally, the other tall, muscle bound guy who'd been checked on by the doctor just moments ago, spoke up. "Well... If I remember who you are from the beach, I'd say you worked pretty hard out there. Even still, some of us do the same job for free, and we don't have many shields to hide behind. I'm gonna keep doing what I can to help here. You do what you need to do."

And with that, Richard stepped out.


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Richard stood over the body of the man who had been wearing tweed. The suit was quickly dissolving, as was the body, and Sasha had already attempted to take some samples. White Death had something else he wanted to investigate however...

With a wooden stick, debris tossed up from the ocean, he had gently slid the front sides of the man's jacket over, opening it up so he could see the inside pockets of the blazer. Still using the stick, he carefully tried to test the pockets, to see if there were any contents available in them. Eventually, he came across something, two somethings in fact. He gently pressed the stick against the pockets, pushing the contents out before gingerly inspecting to see if there was any of the mold substance on either.

Both looked clean, so Richard decided to pick them both up for further inspection. The first one was a leather bound journal, the inside filled with water and flame damaged pages, but still mostly legible. Old dates were in there, starting from 1908, and continuing to the 1920's. Not surprising, but didn't prove anything.

The other piece, more innocuous than the journal, was a simple piece of paper. Opening it up revealed another date, June 8th 1923. In addition, there was a name: Pierce Smith. That name was also in the journal. The piece of paper was intended as a suit tailoring appointment, made at Heston Tailor's in Boston. Between this and the journal, Richard figured this either proved the man here stole someone's antique suit, or that this man was, indeed, a long way away from home.

He stood up once again, taking a last look at the body. The eyes were still there, staring up at the sky, but the decay had set in quick, and he suspected those wouldn't survive much longer either. Richard gave a wave over to Sasha as he made his way back to the others to share his findings.

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"That's one cagey guy..." Henry shook his head as the ice manipulator left the tent. "Look, I'm not a registered hero either, but this is too much to ignore. All the heroes in Atlas City, the army, the country's top two heroes together can just barely put this thing down, " Henry began counting down on his fingers.

(((((Ring)))))

"Buncha mercenaries with no affiliation just show up on a veach, running down whoever they like and leave like nothing happened with as much of that thing as they can carry, " he continued.

"Hell, time travelers...For real, I don't blame you for wanting to just go back home and ignore stuff like this but this isn't just some run of the mill villain attack, I genuinely believe that," Henry nodded at Alex. He then turned to look at the rest of them. "I feel like this is the start of something. When the threats to the populace go above and beyond your worst nightmares. I don't care if you're with any organization or if you're a vigilante, there was some serious power at work here today. More than I've ever seen gathered in one place. If everyone here can't stop this from happening again, then I ain't sure what can."

"Think I'm all outta speeches out for today, though," Henry sighed, leaning back in his seat, observing the new arrivals headed towards the tent.

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Niall set Hope down with a look that read something like, 'you better not say a fucking word', and then smoothly offered a raised hand in greeting. Amelia on the other hand scratched her chin, nodding in approval of what she saw as her eyes scanned up and down Ichiro's body.

"I dig the muscles. Twig legs, take a good look; you start working out now and maybe you could look half as good as him."

He slicked his hair back with a confident smile. "I look plenty good. I guarantee, you're the only woman around for miles that's into guys this beefy." More seriously, he let his bangs drop and said, "Anyway, she's not banged up too badly but you might want to start with her tongue first. Looks like she might've bitten it on accident."

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Henry stayed quiet for a moment, listening to the others talk. Food really wouldn't be bad at the moment, come to think of it. He got up and moved out of the way so the pink and white haired kids could take their friend to the tent. Biting her tongue...that's rough. Good thing they managed to get back to the tent in time.

And then suddenly. A bit of excited movement was spotted in the corner of his eye from Akiko. It seems Klaus had awakened and appeared....different. Work out. Looking over from his chair, Henry nodded.

"Yo, Cobalt!" he greeted with a surprised expression. Klaus seemed alert but still worse for wear, like he hadn't slept in days. "Good to see you awake, man but uh...what the hell happened to you?" he asked.

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"There aren't any words I can say that will comfort you and for that, I apologize. Many lost their lives today, heroes and civilians alike. I don't have the full details myself, but rest assured once the area is secured, the details will be made public and the loved ones of the deceased will be notified.

...And speaking of such matrers, I like to take it upon myself to personally pay for the funeral expenses for each and every family who's lost of love one in this tragedy. I will also be starting a charity. Proceeds made to the Gideon Gauss fund will go to the those that have lost their livelihoods after the events of today... "


Gauss tapped his fingers on his desk, dismayed. The speech was almost perfect for the situation, but not quite. He'd had an impromptu meeting with some of the civilians in the various shelters after he was sure things had died down and that had gone well enough, but this speech was one addressing the entire city. It had to reassure them that when all else failed, one man still had their backs, that someone would always look out for them.

"Not sure I like the charity having my full name. Or rather I do, it belies a personal touch but the invalids of the city would scream narcissism to discredit me. Maybe just the Gauss Fund. Maybe something else...no matter. I'll run the rest through the algorithm..." he muttered to himself, pressing a button on his desk as the holographic likeness of himself presenting the speech began to pause mid-sentence, running through various programs using hundreds of thousands indifferent parameters to simulate the perfect response to a city-wide tragedy. The key word here was empathy and though the irony was not lost upon Gideon, of a virtual intelligence emulating compassion, past success has taught him to appreciate it's effectiveness. Good thing too...it could placate the masses for him while there was real work to be done.

Pressing another button on his desk, Gideon patched in his secretary. "Mrs. Lal, begin preparations downstairs, if you please. ...My afternoon's going to be rather busy, I'm thinkin'."

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"You would be mistaken, sir," Ichiro smirked back at Niall. "It's not necessarily the beef women are attracted to, it's the effort," he explained, flexing noticeably and straining the fabric of his shirt. Yue rolled her eyes behind the mask and took to standing vigil at the tent's opening.

"Let's see what we got here," he said, rolling up a stool to the cot and taking all of Hope's vitals by hand and scribbling notes on her chart. Yue's instructions to stall them as long as possible were quite vague and Ichiro didn't think he was necessarily the right person for the job so much as he was the largest physician in the camp. Though as he settled in and focused more on her injuries and less on his self consciousness it quickly became apparent why Yue chose him.

"Huh.. these don't look like fall injuries," he muttered, scribbling on her chart as he examined the abrasions around Hope's wrists and ankles. ""And somebody bit you? Have you been in a fight?" He asked with a note of concern, examining the bite wound on her hand and the bruise on her forehead.

"Hey uh... listen," he said to Niall as he began to treat Hope's injuries. "I can get all this disinfected and wrapped up, and administer a minor regenerative for the tongue. Best I can do for the bruising is a cold compress right now, but... she's showing signs of shock, dehydration, and undernourishment. I couldn't in good conscience release her until she's had some IV fluids and a solid meal," he explained as he dug in his medical bag.

Good boy... Yue smirked as she listened outside through the NAHLA network and Ichiro's open comm. Now they just needed to say or do something to incriminate themselves and she could turn them over to the cops.

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Richard felt his heart sink at Sasha's words. Why was he talking about this? What did Sasha see in Richard that prompted this line of conversation? Memories of some blackened, rocky cavern returned to his mind, glow from fires, and screams of anguish. His heart thudded in rapid succession as he felt the need to draw deeper breaths to meet his body's need for more oxygen.

"Huh, funny." He muttered quietly. "I ended up leaving because of who I didn't kill. Sounds like we've got something in common though." As Sasha apologized, Richard let out a soft, nearly inaudible sigh, but felt the surging flutter of anxiety in this gut. "It's fine Sasha, but ah... This has been has been something of my own beast to slay. I'm not going to tell you I'm any better or worse than anyone else. I'm just doing what I feel needs to be done."

God, please grant me some direction. Some certainty. Some understanding. Am I-

Richard's thought, his internal prayer, was cut short by approaching footsteps on the Beach. He and Sasha both turned to see who approached them.


"Hiya there. You boys mind coming along with me for a... Little chat?" A set of perfect, pristine teeth stared at them from behind a wide, unnaturally giddy smile.

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March 12th, 2045, 10:32am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Richard and Sasha both reentered the tent with the other heroes, followed by the sound of a voice familiar to a few in the collection.

"Knock knock knock, it's the KGB. Ve vill need to ask you all some questions." A voice called in, in a poor imitation of a mixed German and Russian accent.

Peter Radovan stepped in behind the Russian and the Canadian, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes were narrowed. That strange, eerie serenity that should not accompany a grin that wide.

"Just kidding folks, just your friendly neighborhood SINS agents. Good work out there today! Gotta say I'm pretty impressed with you all! Even finished up Uncle Sam's job for him! And probably a good thing too, I dunno what else they coulda used on that thing, but it probably would have been nuclear. And between you, me, and the flies on the wall, I actually really like Atlas City in the summer. Good swimming spot, would have really ruined my trips here if I was always going home with radiation burns."

He gazed over all gathered in the room, able to pick out a couple he recognized, some he thought he might recognize, and others he was at this point entirely unfamiliar with.

"So... Anybody got time for a little chat? If it helps make up your mind, I'll get us all some donuts and whatever you want to drink. On me, my treat, and the least I can do for the heroes of Atlas City." The grin had not faded.

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Cannonade sat with their legs hung over a supply crate, their back hunched over and their gloved fingers interlocked. They'd stayed quiet, waiting for the brass to arrive. They'd sent a few texts to ensure their legal team was ready for whatever was next. Of course, they had just saved Atlas City, so how bad could whoever walked through that tent next be?

A dark-haired, suited man entered- middle-aged, smiling, clean but somehow dirty at the same time. "Hero of Atlas City," Cannonade corrected, launching them-self off the crate and stepping forward. They reached their battle-worn glove out for a handshake. "I killed the beast. And afterwards I was saved by the super woman with wings," Cannonade turned to Jemma resting on Alex's shoulders and gave her a small smile. They'd not seen the shapeshifter change forms, only notice them once they'd appeared at Alex's side. "The rest here protected the city as best they could."

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Peter looked Cannonade up and down for a moment. The grin had faded from his face, eyes narrowed as he stared the hero down. "Hero, huh?" He asked in a tone that dripped in distaste for the statement Cannonade made. "Interesting way of looking at it, particularly from what I saw. And I still wonder what the situation is with your paperwork here in the USA Cannonade... But that aside, have you really given much thought to the words you just said? Thought about what all the other, hard working heroes think about you claiming that title for yourself? I wonder, have you considered..."

He looked from Cannonade, to the other heroes for a moment, eyeing each of them up, eyes still narrowed as he finally turned his gaze back to the nimble hero before him. Peter locked eyes with them.

"... the gravity of your words?" He burst out laughing as the wide grin returned to his lips. "I'm so so sorry, I honestly could not help myself! But hey, SINS loves to have fun, you know how it is!" He took Cannonade's hand and gave a firm, professional shake.

"But seriously, you did a great job out there, everyone did. However, obviously with today having been, well you know, kind of a big thing for the USA... Actually, for the whole world really. Anyways, with how big this all was, there's a lot of important work I need to get done. That's fair, right? Anyways, just some questions for all of you. And offer still stands on the refreshments!"