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Hadean

Atlas City

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a part of Hadean, by Lord Saethos.

A city on the front line of innovation, science, industry, and heroism! A growing community, helping build a better future for everyone!

Lord Saethos holds sovereignty over Atlas City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Atlas City, home to approximately 800'000 civilians, of which an estimated 1000-5000 are supers. Some have minor powers, not able to do much more than parlor tricks, others have abilities uniquely suited to the many careers and burgeoning industries in Atlas City, and some are destined for the greatness of heroism, or the infamy of Villainy.
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Atlas City

A city on the front line of innovation, science, industry, and heroism! A growing community, helping build a better future for everyone!

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Atlas City is a part of Hadean.

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Henry Stewart [428] Can't just be strong for your own sake. Not always.
Akiko Bong [368] "Death is a matter of perspective."
Sasha Belov [366] In the motherland, he was called Koschei, the Undying. Now, he's looking for a new name.
Devon Metzger [356] "I guess you could say that I'm living on borrowed time. Then let's not waste it."
Jericho Amile [296] "I'm as alive as you, just a little more monstrous."
Vicki Vortex [277] "I'm not here to save the world, I'm here to rock out in its final encore."
Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) [271] "True heroes do what is necessary."
Yue Bayushi [268] Queen of the Damned...
Cannonade [261] Super Roma #1
Alexander Dalton [258] "Try and hurt me, you wont make a scratch."

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The Roach horde fell back, lit alight by the barrage of flames coming from both the canons and Akiko. The first wave was decimated, bathed in fire while the second held out out of not fear, but caution, before throwing it all to the wind as their Queen-Mother beckoned them onward. Many Roaches began to Whirr, activating their time manipulation to reverse the flames, but fortunately for our escaping heroes many of them had smoldered to a fine crisp before they got the chance. The Roach Queen roared, her time-splitting echoes, sending slight ripples down the time wall.

Henry, Ratgarok, and Chimalma all joined in firing the ship's canons at the Roach calvalry. Henry looked around, noticing the Roaches suddenly gaining on them. "Wait, wait! Are we slowing down, what happened?!"

"The ship be powered by pure thought, lad!" Ratgarok answered back. "Either we concentrate on escape or concentrate on holdin' the roaches back. Way I see it, we'd still have to deal with 'em either way..."

Henry nodded and glanced around, trying to look for some sort of solution. Looking at his teammates, he looked over the newest ally. "Polarity, you have some control over metal right? If there's none on the ship, can you think of any way to pull us outta this mess?"

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'Polarity' looked down towards Henry and raised an eyebrow, "I'm already saving your lives and-"

"krchk-Iso... ic... there? I...ic..."

'Polarity' stopped her zooming, the metal balls from earlier zooming around her in circular patterns. Static and a robotic voice came out from a small, circular piece of her armor that glowed slightly with the sound of the voice. A cockroach came near as she tried to listen to the audio that was growing more clear but as soon as it tried to grab her, the metal marbles shredded it. The roach leaped back in time but didn't try again.

"Hey, you there?" 'Polarity' called out as a voice responded, "Isotropic! I've been trying to reach you. You went quiet for like a million years!"

"I've been busy with some rather interesting heroes," 'Polarity', aka Isotropic, hissed. Her comm going quiet with a small, "Oh."

She sighed, "No matter. If I can hear you, then that means it's time to go home."

Shinigami looked over to see Isotropic tucking the cube back into the nook of her arm before zipping over to the boat, hovering near Henry and Devon for a few moments.

"Sorry kiddoes, you're on your own. Thanks for the help though! I appreciate your generosity," she said with a small wave as she flew off, disappearing into the flow of time. Shinigami wanted to follow but the cockroaches were starting to spill on over to the ship. There was no cube and they screamed in indignation. Their cube was gone, the perpetrator was gone, but there were still heroes to beat their frustrations out on. The ghost hero flew back to the ship, trying to keep them off with flamethrower hands and salt.

"Any ideas anyone?" she asked as she torched the insidious insects on the right side of the ship.

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Character Portrait: Vicki Vortex Character Portrait: Ezekiel "Zeke" Walker Character Portrait: Kiran Kingsley Character Portrait: Scourge
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Scourge bellowed, with a blood curdling roar that betrayed more pain than pleasure. Black bile gushed out from his eye sockets. The monster waddled back and forth, his gorilla-like arms swatting the air in blind panic.

"GHEEEEYAAAAAAAAGH!"

His screams drowned out the sound of Vic's breaking knuckles, her pale flesh muddied by blood and bile.

Pyromancer struggled back to his feet. He hunched over, the pain on his back too much for him to stand straight. He glared down at Scourge, who reeled, and flailed, and screamed against the skinny woman's savage attacks. The monster's wretched voice rang loudly in his ears. A cacophonous sound that rattled his skull.

"Shut…," the Pyromancer grunted through gritted teeth. Tongues of fire burst to life in his hand. His skin took on a warm orange glow, which grew brighter, and hotter, and brighter, and hotter, until his very body burst into flames. "...The FUCK up!"

The Pyromancer bent back, held his hand forward, and blasted forth, with a rapid-fire hail of flaming bolts that assailed the monster. The heat from his body burned away at his shirt and pants, until there was nothing but ash scattered behind him.

The bolts struck the monster's body, over and over and over again. His flesh blackened from the impacts, but was otherwise unharmed by the lingering flame. A lucky hit tore open the suture across his abdomen, spurting out bile and exposing the organs clumped together underneath.

Pyromancer dug his heels and maintained his fire. The floors beneath his feet glowed a bright, hissing orange, melting under his rising heat.

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The first few waves who ate the fire flung from the ships cannons and Akiko's fire turned out crispy, however with the ship losing it's momentum and the roaches finding the will to brave the flames it didn't look like they'd be able to avoid close combat with the insectiods.

As if sensing the exact worst time to leave them hanging their newest ally decided they had helped enough and left them high and dry. The fact that she left with the cube in her possession seemed to have further enraged the roaches. Both Henry and Akiko seemed to be out of plans as well, and nobody else was coming forth with any bright ideas. Perhaps it was now time to throw caution into the wind, "Fucking hell, let's hope this works." He muttered as his thoughts slipped out of his mouth.

He had been holding back just a bit with those last volleys, there had been people out there after all, but with Akiko near the ship and Isotropic being a fucking turncoat it no longer was a problem. He focuses on the cannon once more, taking up the most gruesome images he'd seen in his career, remembering them to the very smell and sounds of the scenes. The shot roared and flew up and over the waves of roaches on their approach only when it reached close enough to the 'queen' it exploded in a massive cloud of thick black smoke, hot burning gasses and embers engulfing the zone from wall to wall in an inferno equivalent only to a large forest fire or a fuel storage just after one of the tanks rupture. The massive amount of heat rushing outwards towards the advancing waves and the ship with the smoke and flames following close behind. "This is where things could get dicy." Devon yelled at the others as he watched the blazing inferno rush towards the ship with a speed and ferocity he himself was kind of impressed with.

Though this wasn't exactly the time to admire his own handiwork, he quickly switched over to his pistols ready to intercept the wave of blazing heat with his cryogenics and perhaps some explosions to disrupt it. In what could only be described as a game of high stakes chicken Devon watched as the charging clouds of fire and smoke lost it's momentum and even started to get sucked backwards towards the epicenter of the blast for a slight moment. As it receded backwards the flames and embers starved for oxygen died down leaving only a mixture of foul suffocating ash and toxic smoke to settle down onto the ground and anything unfortunate enough to have been caught under the roiling clouds.

Going on the assumption that the others would take care of whatever roaches had already neared the ship and had thus evaded the worst of it Devon kept his eyes trained on the edge of the smoke clouds switching in and out of thermal view looking for any sign of movement and ready to shoot at whatever ran, crawled or limped out of that deadly mixture of searing heat, noxious gasses, blighted ash and suffocating lack of oxygen. In the meantime he readied another cannon shot expecting the queen to have used some trickery to protect itself, this one however would bundle the largest explosive force he could muster in his mind.

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When the first shot hit the queen, the encroaching roach horde stopped to an almost complete halt. Forgetting their own self-preserving nature, the legion of insects all barricaded around their mother, to protect her from the onslaught of flame. The horde took a hefty hit, many of them becoming more burning husks to add to the pile. The Roach Queen screamed out in mix of anger and pain.

"SUCH -KLIK- FOOLISH CHILDREN! FOOLISH GOOD-KLILK- CHILDREN! THEY PROTECT THEIR QUEEN BUT THEY FORGET THEIR PREY!" she roared, shaking the corpses of her young off, flinging them against the time-wall. "THEY FORGET I WAS THE FIRST-KLIK- TO WITNESS THE GREAT DARK MASTERS -KLIK- IN ALL THEIR GLORY! HOW IT VALIANTLY STOOD -KLIK- AGAINST THE LOST GODS AND-KLIK- THEIR TITANS AMIDST THE TORRENT OF DECAYING SANDS!"

She leaped past her dead and dying kin, her own carapace half melted and lit aflame. She seemed to not even take notice of any pain she was in, if she'd felt it at all as she charged at full speed at the though-ship, warping forward in time by a few seconds or two when she could. "I HAVE MORE CLUTCHES! I WILL RAISE -KLIK- A NEW, STROGNER ARMY! ALL LIFE FALLS BUT ROACHES WILL LIVE TO OVERSEE A NEW ERA! NO HUMANS! NO VERMIN! NO LOST GODS! ONLY ROACHES!"

"Whatever we hit 'em with, it's working..." Henry noted. Devon especially had laid the time-tempered battlefield with the corpses of hundreds of roaches, but Henry's main concern was still the speed the Quetzalcoat's Fang was moving at. Would the thought-ship withstand whatever Devon was gonna hit the roaches with next? Perhaps they wouldn't even have to find out. He had some concern over how Polarity or Isotropic rather, had fled off with that Artifact of the Beast, but they had a name to go on and perhaps more. That lead would have to be followed another day.

Looking towards the others, Henry shouted, "Got an idea! Y'all might wanna, uh...hang on." he noted, drawing out his blaster. He held it out as it folded out onto his fist like a sort of 'brass' knuckle, almost as it began to glow bright red and bright blue. "Arisen Sun!" the Red light began to envelop Henry. "Endless Space!" with the blue light following in tandem as Henry leapt off the thought-vessel starboard bow.

Within this vast universe exists a macrocosm of light, Cosmic Titan, "MACROMAN!"

Macroman swooped down below the Quetzalcoatl's Fang and carefully grabbed onto it with his hands, careful to avoid the canons. And with that done, he promptly took off with the ship held above his head, zooming forward towards the Precipice. He was moving fast but just fast enough so the others on board could time their shots against the ravenous massive insect before them.

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A gout of fire burst over Vic's back while she was in the middle of getting Scourge's eye juice under her nails, setting her 100% polyester shirt ablaze.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Came her offended shout, and she poofed to the ground. She rocked up to her her elbows, squinting at Pyromancer. "Whose... side are you on... dickhead." She grunted out and rolled to her side, when she caught something small and geometric ahead of her. Right near the edge of the hole Scourge had punched out of. Vic's eyes grew two sizes and she scrambled across the ground for it.

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"Aw man, that's a giant relief!" Shinigami exclaimed before paying for her crime with a swift tackle from a roach. It and a couple of its cohorts had grabbed onto the side of ship just as Macroman had begun to speed off, clinging for dear life as they scaled up towards the deck. However, when they saw the ghost hero had dropped her guard for a second, they jumped on board. A swift beat of its wings and the lead cockroach launched itself into Shinigami, knocking her back, the Witchfinder lantern coming off with a wrathful scream. It wasn't Akiko's voice however.

A demorphed Akiko landed with a thud and swiftly kicked the roach off with a panicked kick to its head. She looked over and saw the Witchfinder lantern on the ground, glowing, with the boards underneath smoking as though being branded. Akiko bolted for the glowing red lantern but a roach beat her with a beat of its wings. It reached down to grab it first but screamed in pain as it burned in its grip. In a matter of seconds, the roach was consumed in blue flame. The lantern fell upon a pile of ashes.

Writhing and then a stabbing pain in her chest as the cockroach burned, Akiko could feel the lantern feeding off her power and the limit that was drawing near. Two roaches remained however. Gritting her teeth, the ghost hero reached for the lantern but found it warm to the touch. Placing it back into the belt, the catchphrase sounded and Shinigami threw salt in the cockroach's eyes before a jet of flame pushed them off the ship completely.

With Macroman increasing the speed and Devon and Sasha manning the cannons, Shinigami knew they were close to the end. This thought seemed to dissipate any remaining adrenaline and the belt beeped in warning. The Witchfinder lantern popped off again and Akiko's transformation undid itself as she collapsed.

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"Umph," Yue grunted as she half pushed herself into a more comfortable sitting position. The breathing mask fogged up, hiding the bluish tinge of her lips as she huffed, feeling winded just from the small adjustment. As soon as her breathing had become restricted she was completely incapacitated. That uncomfortable numbness had quickly turned to searing fire, and she had suppressed the urge to scream behind her mask at the time. Her whole body still felt prickly from the sensation even though the pain had faded back into the familiar numbness now that she was on the respirator.

"I miscalculated the thickness of your skull," she croaked, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. His fan-ish exuberance was kind of endearing, and she struggled to keep from laughing in spite of her labored breathing. "I do actually get hit a lot though, it's why I wear armor. Being 'pro,' famous, or even part of an organization like NAHLA has nothing to do with it."

"Training. Experience. Never losing sight of the fact that there's always something to learn," Sai interjected in a distracted tone. He was gazing at the cadaver carrier with an annoyed expression, and his left eye would occasionally twitch like he'd been blasted by a loud sound that only he could hear.

"Anyway," he muttered, walking around the medical bed and lifting the cover on the carrier. It hissed and popped like a refrigerator that hadn't been opened in months while a pair of latex gloves and a mask flashed over his hands and mouth. Cold fog rolled out and onto the floor, silhouetting a humanoid figure inside while Sairyn deftly reached in and plucked out what looked to be a muscular human thigh, still clad in blue and white tights. The cuts just above the knee and below the hip were impossibly clean, as if they'd been severed with a molecular blade in one swift strike.

"Wh- that's! SAIRYN!" Yue flustered as he walked past her, causing her to cough.

"Don't be such a baby, it's basically just meat," he replied dismissively while rolling his eyes. "Here you go, hon. I need the bone, but you can eat everything else," he explained, holding the leg out to Jemma while Yue watched in stunned silence.

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It was a day much like three days ago. The sun was out, beaming across the Atlantic Ocean, but dark clouds hung in the skies above mainland North Carolina, a light mist of rain trickling down, but steadily moving westward, away from Atlas City.


In a part of the town’s more emptied, industrial areas, a small warehouse was abnormally busy. Certainly for a part of town meant to essentially be abandoned. The old red brick building, a mere four stories tall, and not much wider than a small apartment building, was quiet from the outside. Inside however, a group of thirty or so Witchfinders hurriedly packed up crates, filled with bottles and syringes of the powerful substance they had used in their attack on Atomic Anne’s.


“Let’s get this finished up quick, we don’t have much time left.” One of the Witchfinders spoke to his comrades. Today was the memorial. Once it started, there could be hundreds, even thousands, of supers in Atlas City. Not only that, but nearly all traffic would be brought to a halt, making it nigh impossible to move the drugs without being noticed. Some Witchfinders had suggested simply abandoning the substance. The new boss in Atlas City, Victor, seemed less interested in drawing more attention to themselves, in their somewhat more vulnerable state. But these Witchfinders had a different mindset. The crusade must continue, and these drugs? They were their swords and shields.


Outside the warehouse, the quiet was steadily interrupted by the sound of approaching vehicles, and of music. Lavern Baker’s “Tweedle Dee” melodiously played from a black, 1954 Lancia Aurelia B20GT Outlaw. A reproduction, necessitated by the car’s considerable rarity, but with no expense, or luxury, spared. As the other vehicles stopped, two women stepped out: Nina Elizabeth Galloway, and Hudson Li.


"I'm just saying, a lot of music from that era is clearly still experimenting! It was hugely influential on later artists, but you can't really say sincerely that musicians from the time had quite worked out what made for a good song. I don't think that's an unfair statement!"


"Your brain's been rotted from too much Neo-Vocaloid," Li replied dismissively, rapping her knuckles lightly against the side of the blonde woman's head. "It's time to focus now, dork."


Nina crossed her arms with a pout, her demeanor making it clear just how little thought she paid the Witchfinders inside the building.


The door of the Outlaw opened, allowing a figure to step out and stand quite comfortably next to it, feeling unconcerned by the situation they had walked into.


The figure in the grey suit pulled out a silver lighter and a cigarette, lighting it and taking a few puffs. “Jimminy cricket, jimminy jack, you make my heart go clickety-clack…” Peter Radovan muttered along with the song, grinning ear to ear as he took another puff from his cigarette. “Nina, Miss Li, I’ll take point for this.”


Nina shrugged, leaning against the side of the Outlaw and pulling back the coat of her suit to stuff her hands in her pockets. "You're killin' me here," Li sighed, pulling out a thin cigarette of her own and lighting up. "Big guy's ready to go whenever you're done playin' around."


Inside the warehouse, the Witchfinder in charge of the operation to move the drugs, had gone to the windows to take a quick, cautious peek outside. When he looked out, he saw the figures that had arrived, and watched as the man in grey, grinning like some kind of psycho, pulled something out of his pocket and flashed it at the building. The Witchfinder’s heart sank.


It was SINS.


Everyone else in the warehouse began to take notice of the events going on outside, the sense of anxiety building as everyone remained still. “What are we gonna do? Are we gonna… Have to shoot our way out?” One of the others asked. “Looks like there’s only three of em… Maybe we can take ‘em?” A few started to go for their guns, but the leader lifted a hand to stop them.


“Don’t be stupid, look.” He pointed over in the direction of the vehicles. “They’ve got a drive frame in there. We start shooting, and we all die.” There was a moment of silence in the room, the leader took the time to contemplate what the best option was for getting out of this. If they fought, they died…


“We need to surrender. We use the drugs as leverage, promise them we’ll give them info, drag it out for some kind of plea deal. If we do that, the boss might be able to spring us out. It’s a long shot… But we’ll live to fight another day.”


The others were mostly quiet, though a few did bicker back. “You’re literally suggesting betraying the Witchfinder cause. What makes you think Victor won’t just have us killed to keep us from talking?”


The leader shook his head, hand still raised to calm their anxiety. “We won’t say anything. We surrender, demand lawyers, keep our mouths shut. We’ll demand plea deals, and most likely Victor will figure something out. Worst case, we go to prison for life, but they can break us out. And besides, if we DO have to talk, we can just talk about the drugs, give the SINS folks something to chew on while the boss figures something out. No skin off our backs.”


Quiet came over all those present. There was hesitation among the Witchfinders, but they knew the chances of coming out alive were slim to none in a fight. If they lived though, like the leader here said, they’d do so to fight another day. “I’ll go negotiate with them. You all just sit tight and don’t do anything stupid.” He took a deep breath, sighed, and made his way to the door.


Peter had already made his way to the entrance of the warehouse, taking a few more drags from his cigarette as he stood in front of the door. “Morning in there!” He called out. “Fire Marshal here, gotta do an inspection of your building!” Peter chuckled as more smoke billowed from his mouth. The door opened, ever so slowly, as two empty hands leaned out.


“We’re going to surrender Agent, I’m unarmed and fully willing to cooperate. I’m coming out now so we can negotiate.”


The SINS agent smirked as the door continued to open, the Witchfinder in charge of the warehouse now standing fully in the open doorway, hands up in the air. Peter dropped his cig to the ground and stamped it out. “Now that’s what I like to see, a nice, easy, cooperative solution. I commend you for your bravery!” His grin remained fixed on the Witchfinder.


And then a gunshot rang out.


A hole was torn through the Witchfinder’s head as he fell backwards into the warehouse, blood having painted the doorway with a light red mist, and a light trail of smoke wafted up from the smoking barrel of Peter’s gun. The whole world stood still as Peter looked back to Hudson and Nina, the grin still etched into his face. The agent spoke quietly, loud enough for the two to hear, his voice dripping in some sense of dark, twisted humor.


“He shot first.”


Before anything else could occur, Peter was already over the threshold and inside the warehouse. Gun fire erupted from inside, the sound of pistols, automatic rifles, perhaps even shotguns. Windows shattered, holes were torn through old wood, and bright light flashed repetitiously with the cacophony of firearms. Shouting was heard, and after some of the gunfire died down, the sounds of screams and close quarters, melee fighting could be heard. Sickening, guttural sounds, death cries, screams of pain, choking and drowning sounds.


The sounds had nearly died out entirely, and someone came bolting out of the door Peter had entered through. Another Witchfinder. He’d just made it over the threshold when he stopped abruptly. A hatchet had come crashing down into the back of his skull, ending any attempts he had at running. A hand, accompanied by the sleeve of a grey suit jacket, held tight around the handle of the hatchet, and swiftly pulled the Witchfinder back inside of the now darkened warehouse. The sounds of flesh being destroyed, accompanied by the descending sounds of pain, remained for only about a minute or two. Once that was done, the warehouse was back to utter silence. Nothing moved or made a sound inside for a few moments longer. When sound did begin again, it was footsteps on the wooden floors.


Peter Radovan exited the building once more, making the motion of brushing off some dust from his shoulders. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket, quickly wiping some blood spatterings off his face. The rest of him seemed untouched however, and in fact entirely uninjured. No bruises, not cuts, no scratches.


Nothing.


Peter returned his pistol to it’s holster, turning his gaze once more to Nina and Hudson, yet another grin on his face. “Well that was a lot of fun! Next time I’ll let you two have a little more action, guess it’s not really fair to hog it all to myself.” He cackled to himself.


“Oh yeah, Hudson; Can you ah, level this place for me? Like to the ground. Knock the whole thing down, big pile of rubble, nothing left standing. You good with that?”


"Wouldn't want you gettin' dust on your suit, right?" Li blew smoke out her nose, flicking the butt of her cigarette onto the street while tapping something into the band on her wrist. It chimed softly, and the trailer of the van which had accompanied the Outlaw began to unfold. "Sure. Give me two minutes."


“In my defense Miss Li, this suit cost more than their lives probably did.” He motioned his head back in the direction of the warehouse. “And besides, this is a chance to see you in action! Think of it like some mecha game with destructible buildings in it! Just… Well, y’know, ignore the bodies and blood. Anyways sounds like you’ve got a plan, so I’ll leave you to it. We’ve got a little bit of time still, made sure there aren’t any ‘eyes’ for us to be worrying about.” As he reapproached the Outlaw, he considered that she might not get what he meant. He sat down on the hood and gazed over to the Drive Frame being deployed from the van, knowing they were gonna leave quite an unexpected (and if all went correctly, unexplained) mess here. Of course, he was quite confident this would stay under wraps.


After all, this mission was sanctioned by the Director of National Intelligence. Peter was fairly sure when Douglas said he’d shut down every security cam, satellite feed, and cellphone in the vicinity, that the man actually had the means to do it. Still, there was the matter of Moore to be concerned with. Would he be able to connect these dots? Would it matter? Probably not the latter part, but still, he wasn’t really looking for more obstacles.


“So Miss Nina,” He said casually to the other agent, whilst Hudson got her armor ready. “How’ve you been liking things with SINS so far? It’s been… How long since you signed up?”


Nina blinked in surprise, then looked up in thought. "Mmmm… about two years I think? Why?"


"Don't ask that, it's a trap," Li's voice crackled through a communicator, nearly drowned out by the screech of grinding metal as a large humanoid machine stood up in the back of the van and stepped off its platform, its heavy footfalls nearly enough to splinter the asphalt.


"It's weird that you're eavesdropping."


"No it's not."


The drive frame extended one hand toward the building, and a cable launched out from its wrist, securing itself to one wall. In a remarkable display of dexterity for such a large machine, it twisted its wrist and wrapped its metal fingers around the cord, giving it an experimental tug to test that it was properly adhered before talking large, heavy footsteps backward down the street away from the vehicles, keeping the building in line-of-sight for its face mounted cameras.


Once Li was satisfied she'd moved far enough away, the drive frame pulled hard on the cord, ripping the wall free of the building and causing the upper floors to collapse as the part of the structure which had born their weight was pulled away, reducing the warehouse to a lopsided ruin. The cable retracted into the drive frame's wrist, then the wheels within its feet screeched to life as it charged forward at top speed, tearing through the wreckage and slamming into the remaining wall, sending chunks scattering several hundred meters away as the last of the building crumbled behind her.


Peter clapped his hands and grinned as the building collapsed, giving a slight flourish and bow in the direction of Li as she triumphantly returned to her fellow agents. “Bravo! Very well done! Who’da thought physics could be as effective as explosives!” He chuckled again as he turned back to Nina, the two of them now waiting on Li to get the armor loaded back up again before leaving. “I dunno what Hudson means about ‘traps’, but mainly I was just curious. It pays to know how your fellow agents are feeling about the job, especially since we do a lot of ‘heavy lifting’ for Uncle Sam.”


“And also, I recall some files saying something about you having ‘previous employment’, so a part of me wondered how SINS stacks up with other employers.”


"It's pretty similar, I guess," Nina answered with a thin smile. The van behind them creaked as the drive frame stepped back onto the platform. Nina pushed off the side of the car and moved to open the door to get in, then paused for a split second. "More honest, maybe?" she added with a smile.


"All packed up here, boss," Li chimed in over the communicator. She appeared a moment later, jogging around the back of the van as its trailer folded back up.


"I guess I like it a tiny bit better. My boss seems friendly." Nina chuckled and climbed into the Outlaw's passenger seat, shutting the door behind her.


Peter gave a brief two finger salute to Hudson in affirmation, before flashing a thumbs up, in recognition of her good work. When he caught what Nina had responded with, he cocked an eyebrow, looking behind him at the collapsed building. “Did she work for a dictator or something?” He muttered curiously to himself. Agent Radovan gave a slight shrug to himself, hopped back into the Outlaw, and drove off, the SINS van following close behind.


Once the cars were a few blocks away, security cameras began to flicker to life again, satellite imaging came through clearly once more, the previously ‘invisible’ little part of Atlas City was invisible no longer.


Across the street from the collapsed warehouse, an abandoned building sat, with currently one unseen occupant within. The man wore a black suit, and had been gazing out to watch the chaos unfold on the other side of the street. He had a cellphone in hand, having just finished reading a text that said ‘Call Victor’. The man, calm and composed, speedily punched in a number and got ready to call. The Witchfinder’s were going to need to make some big changes.


They weren’t the only party with a vested interest in these arrangements.

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Pendleton Dullard frowned as he walked up to Yue, Sairyn and Jemma. "You shouldn't encourage it to eat human flesh," He noted to Sairyn, writing down a note in his tablet to send to his superiors. Pendleton Dullard was wearing a slick grey suit.

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As the three continued to fight the arena suddenly began to shake. the sound of heavy machinery could be heard all around them but nothing appeared to visibly change other then there suddenly being multiply , large video screens unfolding and facing the arena from every direction. Each screen came to life showing the image of the real Kiran lounging on a black leather couch all dressed up. aside from the albinism, there was no real indication that this was Lab Rat. The woman looked almost too picture perfect, a far cry from the overly plastic looking body double that lay smoldering in the stands next to the now dead beasts that had accompanied it. The Tinker's new appearance almost looked too perfect, like a photoshopped and touched up picture of a model done in real life. It was stunning yes, but gave off enough uneasiness that left ones skin prickly from goosebumps. Kiran's voice continued to speak from all around the coliseum from. " Have you all had your fun?" Their voice was sickeningly sweet, with not a hint of malice or venom to be heard.

More sounds of metal shifting and air hissing could be heard now. " Let me set the stage for you~" Kiran shifted on their couch as a corgi hopped onto their lap which they began petting absently, all the while still smiling at the camera. " You all are in My lab. Which is deep underground, and the space between each level can be extended. none of you know how deep my facility truly goes after all." They paused a moment to give the corgi a kiss on its head before letting it run off. Thor is such a good boy. " The level you are on has become entirely air locked and sealed off. At any moment i can fill the room with neurotoxins, acid, release any number of horrors or simply cause every molecule of oxygen to become ignited until the entire room is sterile and you all are nothing but atoms."

Kiran then laced their fingers together and rested their chin on their hands. " You know who I am and are aware of a fraction of what I am capable of. I wont hesitate. As long as you are down here, consider me your god until you leave. So by all means, continue fighting, shout defiantly at me and attempt to escape. Give me a reason to erase you instead of helping you."

Their head tilted to the side, followed by that characteristic grin. Their all too perfect face contorted into the smile of a predator with teeth that made sharks look tame by comparison. Their words came out as a guttural growl. " Stop now or I wont tend to you all or even consider helping with whatever it is you are here for. you get no more warnings." Their was no manic playfulness to this side of Kiran. There was no trick. they were serious and focused. and that was arguably much more unsettling then the mad doctors usual whimsical attitude.

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"One second," Vic said, and dived down the hole.

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Sadly, the hole had been sealed. As Kiran had stated. They looked on with slight bafflement at Vicki Vortex’s shear stubbornness. That and there was some hilarity in the fact that the next floor down that Ms. Vortex was trying to escape too was infinitely worse.
They flesh must be remade and be sculpted into something pure.

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Club Shapeless: Atlas City


Maxwell watched Vicki Vortex and Zeke have their little bout of bickering outside from the computer screen of his office. He chuckled slightly at the sight, finding the whole thing somewhat endearing. Zeke in particular was starting to grow on The Shape, much like Maeve and Kiran had. Spiderblood was still a slight enigma, but also still new and in need of some opportunities to really show off what they were capable of.


He stood up from his desk and walked over to one of the walls of the room, a mirror like floor to ceiling set of black marble slabs. Maxwell donned his mirror mask over his head, finished tying his black silk tie, and buttoned up his red dress shirt. Perhaps a black three-piece with a red shirt wasn’t the correct colors for mourning, but he had other, important matters to attend to.


Upon returning to his computer, Maxwell had noticed that Zeke and Vicki Vortex were taking an elevator? Down to Kiran’s floors. He sighed and frowned in mild annoyance. Shouldn’t Zeke have known better? Shouldn’t someone else have told them not to bother Kiran down there? Well… It’d be a test of their mettle to be sure. If they could survive all that, Maxwell would certainly respect them, though he wondered if Kiran would.


He left the office, heading in the direction of the conference room as guards and other employees scurried around. One of them seemed to be watching some Western movie or something? As soon as a fellow guard with him saw where The Shape’s gaze went, he slapped his coworker around, telling him to get back to work and not slack.



“Sir! SIR!” Shouting, from one of the guards that worked surveillance around the city.


“Yes, what is it?” Maxwell asked, a little taken aback by the panicked tone the guard had.


“Boss, I don’t want to alarm you, but we NEED to get a team together ASAP. Look at this!” He showed Maxwell the screen of his phone, images of a collapsed building glowing from it. “We thought this building was some kind of Witchfinder store house for a while, and it got ripped down today. But not just ripped down! There was gunfire coming from inside earlier, like a firefight! We didn’t have any people able to actually witness the thing, but we really should send some people to take a look quickly.”


The Shape nodded in agreement. “Yes, we should. I think I’ll send some of our heavy hitters out to take a look. Hopefully Maeve and Zeke at least, maybe even Spiderblood. But we need to do a meeting first. Get some vehicles and equipment ready in the meantime.” The guard nodded and was about to leave, but before he did he handed Maxwell one last thing.


“Just got this today. Some corpo called Menagerie Tech is looking for a high level shapeshifter. Part of me is wondering if it’s that one from the park…” After his boss took the notes, the guard gave a quick bow of his head and went off to get everything in order for the investigation.


Maxwell entered the conference room of Shapeless, quickly punching in a text message to Kiran.


Zeke and Vicki Vortex went down to the labs. Please take it easy on them. And we need to meet upstairs now, got business to take care of.


He sent the text, taking a seat at the head of a long table, with gorgeous black marble on top, and the familiar black jaguar statue illuminated behind him. Maxwell pressed down a PA system button on the table and spoke.


“Maeve, Kiran, Zeke, Spiderblood, and all executives, please join me in the Conference Room now to discuss some urgent business, thank you.” He sighed and leaned back in the chair as he punched out one last text message, the meeting almost ready to start.


Cousin, the meeting’s almost ready. Let me know when you’re ready to join.


Sent.


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The Resort


George, still in his office, gazed into a gold framed mirror, with white marble shelf underneath it. On the shelf sat a small box containing a pair of platinum cufflinks, and in his hands was a soft, light blue silk tie. As he finished tying the Windsor knot, the sounds of some kind of explosions rang out from some other part of the property. He felt his heart race as he returned to his desk to quickly pick up a Walther P5, slipping it into a holster underneath his black suit jacket.


As he left his office, a staff member ran at full sprint towards him. “Sir! The ahh… Guests have been… Sparring outside.”


George took the information in quickly and stifled the need to sigh. That was relieving to know it was only that. But by the sounds of it…


“Thank you for letting me know. Could you please make a call through to one of our construction contractors? And spread word to the staff that we’re going to remain closed a little while longer, so that we can get these repairs finished. If we have to cancel guest stays, go ahead and do it. Tell them we had some ‘unruly super guests’.”


The staff member gave a hesitant nod and rushed off to begin the damage control process. George took another moment to let himself be eased out of that anxiety he had felt. Today almost sounded like it was going to be quite terrible, but not so terrible as some kind of attack on himself and the heroes. Before he got to comfortable though, he felt his phone buzz. George pulled it out and took a quick glance over the contents of a text, before yet another sense of anxiety hit him.


It was the Attorney General.


He made his way down the halls of the resort, trying to make sure he was able to gather all others he needed to see. During this journey, he came across one in particular that was littered with room service carts. Sheri’s, he believed. He knocked on the door to see if she was in, but with no response coming, he decided she may be out, or unavailable.


The little journey continued until he came to Liz’s door. It had been a while since they’d spoken, perhaps now would be a good chance to check in with her. He was about to knock on the door until he heard talking inside, and the sound of… Kokomo? George knocked before opening the door to peer inside, greeted by floors covered in sand, tropical heat, and the strong scent of drinks typical to vacation spots with these attributes.


George gazed at the two in the room, Sheri and Liz. The drinks, several of which had been clearly polished off and left around the makeshift beach, were alcoholic. At quite an early hour. While the old man’s face was pleasant enough, there was an ever so slight shift in his eyes, a tiny narrowing as he made eye contact with Liz.


“I see you’ve both made yourselves quite comfortable, I’m pleased to see. I hope you have been enjoying your stay at the resort thus far.” Before either could get in another word, he had indicated with his hands back to the hallway.


“If you both have time, I hope you’d be able to join me and the others in the library. There are some matters I wish to discuss shortly.” He was about to close the door to continue gathering the others, but stopped for another brief moment, turning his gaze to Liz once more. “And Ms. Baker, I believe you and I should also have a private chat soon, when it’s convenient.” His eyes had briefly lingered again over the drinks, both around the room and in the super’s hand, before he close the door and continued his search.

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Seemed like just as soon as Richard reached the kitchen, everyone else had disappeared. ‘Jemma’ to go deal with… Something? Right around the time some explosions started happening (apparently the sparring between Alex and Silver Fang?), so he guessed it was related to that. Cannonade, everyone’s favorite gravity wielding super, had also disappeared to go to the memorial no doubt, though it seemed a bit early for that still.


In the end, only Richard and Klaus had remained, but the two soon parted ways as well, probably for the best since Klaus seemed to have a lot on his mind anyways. Richard was about to head back to his room, but ended up running into George on the way back. “Oh, Mr. Carlisle, good morning.” He spoke with a little surprise, though admittedly he felt glad to see the old man again, he still hoped to get more answers out of him soon.



“Good morning Richard, how has your day been so far?” George responded politely.


Richard shrugged slightly and gave a bemused nod. “The other guests are a little… Unique, but it’s been good otherwise. Are you ready to head to the memorial?”


George nodded with a sigh before responding. “Yes, but there’s some matters to attend to first. I’d like you to join me and the others in the library quickly. There’s matters we need to quickly discuss.”


Richard nodded hesitantly, a little offput by George’s rather… Unsettled reaction? “Ahh, sure thing! I’ll shoot a quick text to Klaus, I think he’s still here. The others are… I think in that NAHLA guy’s lab? Maybe?” He quickly typed up a message to Klaus, telling him to meet in the library, before hitting send.


George gave a slight bow of his head in gratitude. “I appreciate it Richard, see you shortly.”

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Moments later, a knock came from outside of Sairyn’s lab, with George peering in to those gathered, not crossing the threshold himself. “Pardon the interruption, but I’d like if you could all join me in the library. We have a matter to discuss quickly. Something I’d like your help with.”


He was about to turn away and leave before he noticed something on the shapeshifter’s lips… Red.


It appeared like it might be blood. George’s eyes quickly came to meet both Sairyn’s and Alex’s. He said nothing further, hoping they knew well enough to not make him need to talk with them. Time would tell of course, for now his best choice with this collection of supers…


Was to help them grow into something even greater.

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George sat quietly in the library, in a large, red chair next to a fire. He’d momentarily picked up a book to pass the few moments he needed till the others would arrive. Wuthering Heights, sort of a macabre, miserable tale if he was being honest. But he felt a strange familiarity with it, like something in the eerie atmosphere of the book was reflected in the real world.


Terrorist attack at a diner, complete with super drugs and Frankenstein’s monster. A towering behemoth of rot and decay attacking Atlas City. The brutal murder of a super on live stream. A Witchfinder warehouse collapsing on the inhabitants.


He believed he hadn’t seen the dead wandering any moors yet, but that could still be yet to come for all he knew.

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Memorial, Atlas City Beach:


From all around Cannonade there was shouts and cheers of excitement, a mixture of people calling out the hero’s name, along with other heaping praise. The memorial had yet to start, but already people were getting worked up, though at this exact moment more because they could feel safe.


More cheers erupted as some activity near the stage caught the attention of others. Seemed some other big names were here too, including Captain Valor, and none other than Backlash, The Baron, and the other hero to have ‘saved’ Atlas City: Albrecht von Richthofen.


Before Cannonade truly had time to react though, there were men in black suits starting to make a perimeter around them, almost as if they were about to be arrested, until they could see who was running at them from the stage.


Gordon Ford. The President of the United States.


“Cannonade!!!” He shouted in glee. “Oh I’m so glad you came here to join us! Truly, Atlas City and America owe you a great debt!” Along with the overjoyed, yet still incredibly boring President, were several other figures. A woman of African American heritage, in about her 40’s or 50’s, with curly dark hair, and an olive green power suit on. She seemed serious, somber, perhaps a little cold, but there was a sense of sympathy and mourning about her. Claudia Burke, Attorney General of the USA.


There was also another man with them, much younger than either of them in only his 30’s. He was tall, quite handsome, and had blonde hair parted to one side and slicked back. He had a smile that could put a Kennedy to shame, but the air of a man who’d be comfortable in just about any setting that could exist. Calm, collected, and very much in control of himself. This was Victor Covistic, the Secretary of Defense of the United States.


“Cannonade, pleasure to meet you, and happier to see you made it today.” Victor spoke in a relaxed, but pleased tone as he offered a handshake to the gravity wielding hero.

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Sairyn gave an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes at both Pendleton and Yue. "I need the bone," he reminded Jemma, thrusting the the severed thigh into her hands and pushing Pendleton back several steps towards the door with a sharp prodded finger to the chest.

"The bones need to be cleaned of flesh so that they can be analyzed. Jemma's method is both efficient and sterile: she can do in seconds what would take days to do in the conventional method, which is to submerge the body into a container of flesh-eating insects," he explained sternly. Sairyn speared the lawyer with his piercing emerald gaze, and did not look away as George opened the door to inform them of a meeting. He gave a flippant hand wave of acknowledgement.

"Do you know what a 'protected asset' is, Pendleton?" He asked, with an ounce of venom. "It means the services that I provide are vastly more valuable than whatever authority you think you have. YOU are replaceable. I am not," he explained without waiting for an answer. Though his voice was steady, there was clearly wrath bubbling up inside him.

"Sai," Yue said softly from behind him, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. She'd extracted herself from the respirator and crossed the room to intervene even though she was clearly not ready to move yet. Her fingers trembled with the pain. Sairyn snorted in disgust and gently extended his arm, pushing Pendleton back towards the door with his finger to the end of his reach. His eyes narrowed coldly.

"Jemma is not an 'it' and you will treat her with the same respect you treat any other person at this facility. Now you can kindly extricate yourself from my lab, or do something useful and expedite the medical professional I requested this morning to perform the autopsy. I don't care which."

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As he had expected the big mother roach was quite tough, even after all that brutal violence of fire she seemed to have enough fortitude to press on even while burning and rushing it's way through an oxygen deprived zone. A bit of surprise washed over Devon's face when the queen appeared from the smoke caked in melting and burning carapace of her own mixed with that of her brood, it wasn't so much that she was still alive and kicking that was surprising, but rather the sheer tenacity or stubbornness with which she attacked even after being dealt such a blow.

His surprise didn't last long as her incessant screeching reached his ears, before he could fully take in the words she had spoken he released the next shot. Reacting to the words as the shot soared at the target. "Let me help you with that vermin problem. Starting with this roach infestation!" Devon screamed back at the enraged queen his shot exploding almost in sync with him uttering the word roach. The explosion itself wasn't much to look at though no spectacle of fire or color, the only visual ques of the explosion was the settling smoke and the roach corpses beneath being launched away from the epicenter, and of course the roach queen being shoved back from the impact force. However it certainly could be heard as the shock wave passed over the ship sounding like a rapid series of nearby heavy lightning strikes.

The heavy hit had bought them a little bit more time, but it wouldn't be enough to stop the furious roach of continuing her pursuit. However looking at the distance to the Precipice, Henry's jogging pace and the speed at which the queen gave chase it wouldn't be enough. Not to mention the thought that she might chase after them through the Precipice and potentially come raise hell in their world didn't sit well with Devon.

While he was thinking about another solution since clearly so far the effects hand't been stellar Devon continued to fire the thought cannons with what basically amounted to fireballs, exploding and burning more of the chitin, honestly it might as well have been the beast of decay with how he was attacking it... "Well... I guess I should have realized that sooner, fuck me." He said as an epiphany reached his brain.

Almost immediately after the content of the shots chanced from it's fiery contents to something more... liquid. As the first shot of liquid made contact it started to hiss and evaporate cracking the carapace where it hit, taking out small chunks of it and freezing the exposed flesh between the cracks and chipped chunks of chitin. Thermal shock to break the armor and the freezing effect would take care of the flesh exposed. No matter how unlike normal roaches they behaved they were still roaches and still were just blood filled meat sacks, and all that water contained in there is just perfect to freeze and destroy those cells it's in and around. "Henry I don't mean to hurry you, but... She still gaining on us." Devon said with a bit of concern in his voice to the atlas sized entity running with the ship like it was a trophy he just won. The freezing was working, but between the time gadgets and her berzerker like enraged state it just wasn't quite fast enough.

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Jemma held the portion of meat in her hands as if it were a chalice, blinking owlishly at Sairyn before pausing and turning to raise a thoroughly confused eyebrow at the lawyer man who had strode in.
The, er, 'illustrious' Pendleton Dullard. Hm. Jemma wasn't entirely too sure how she felt about the man, on top of his rather... Obtrusive personality. His voice was filtered out, along with Sairyn's as she focused again on the 'snack' that 'The Scientist' offered her.

It was cold, but... Warm? It wasn't old. At most maybe 40 minutes? But the way Sairyn and Yue were behaving... Older? Interesting. There was also something underneath it, something she couldn't really put a phalange on. Oh well.

Ink pulsed at the back of Jemma's skull as an eye swelled into view, horrifically obvious and almost comically large. It blinked and watched the group as Jemma turned about and let herself consume the meat from the leg.
Ink pulsed along the fractal-bolts of contact that spread from her flesh to the dead meat. Once, twice, three times. Then the meat turned black as Jemma spread herself to as much of it as was possible- and then consumed it all.

The bone fell to the floor...

And the world faded to black nothingness, as J-3 made a screech that drowned out almost any noise made near it. Her- Its'- Their- The form of 'Jemma' exploded into a sphere of roiling ink. At first the sphere was larger than even Alex, and swallowed up everything nearby.
A solid portion of Sairyn's feet, and parts of his kneecaps were just close enough to be caught in the horizon of the sphere, before it began to shrink.
Light crackled within the bubble of fluid, a blue spark traveling from some point deep within to the surface that faced the world.
Another spark, another cracking length of blue-white light that scoured its' way up and out from the 'center' of the bubble of ink. Then, there was a deafening crack and boom, as a bolt of lightning lanced out from the sphere. It moved far slower than lightning ought, as if time were slowed around the bolt of electricity.
The branch of voltaic cacophony came into contact with the floor not but five feet away from the sphere, and abruptly sped up.
Another screech, mixed with the buzzing-hum-crack of lightning searing across tile and then electronic equipment, deafened the lab.


The roiling ball of ink and (now) lightning shrank even further down, condensing around a floating sphere no more than three feet in diameter. It was an orb of pitch, as if one had taken the darkest shadow and pressed it into shape and being. Lightning and ink alike swirled around the orb, and it did not shrink any further.
The scream continued, though it grew quieter as two more bolts of crackling energy surged through the air and struck Alex and yet more lab equipment alike. There was no rhyme, no reason, no order or pattern to discern from the apparent transformation, nothing to explain it, as another crackling bolt slammed into a light-fixture above. One seared its blinding path just above Yue's head, filling the air with the noxious stench of ozone.




Jemma's thoughts were scattered and disoriented. She was aware of a force, and a sensation, and a knowing of a {RULE}. She would be this way for... A long time, or at least, for a time that she could not calculate. And she had been this way before, years ago, or was it months? ... Time was off, was misunderstood by the mind that propelled Jemma along. All in all, it didn't make a difference. She was here, in this way and there was no stopping it, no changing it, and she would be this way until the {TIME} was gone. The space flickered with crackling bolts of lightning, subsumed by the stench of ozone, the way one's body aches after a time spent out in the most violent of thunderstorms, and the taste of a nine-volt battery on the tongue.

And it was here, that Her voice found J-3 yet again.

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As Cannonade marched toward the back of the stage they were greeted by a grouping of men in black suits. Cannonade was silent as the president of the country appeared seemingly from nowhere to congratulate them. The hero glanced over the different members of the presidential cabinet before turning to Victor.

"Mm," Was all they said as they shook the man's hand.

***

Spiderblood rode a spider into the meeting room.

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"I'm gonna say it... I'M GONNA SAY IT!"

"Say what?"

"The F-BOMB! I'm gonna drop it, I swear I'm gonna do it!"

"No, don't do it."

"I'mma do it!"

"No, don't!"

"No one can stop me, I swear I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna say it!"

"No!"

"On live tv!"

"NO!"

"I am! I'm gonna say it! I'm gonna drop the F-Bomb!"

"PLEASE!"

"Everyone's gonna hear it! I have to say it! You MADE me say it!"

"NO, I DIDN'T!"

"You did! And after, I say it, I'm gonna make sure everybody blames you! HEY EVERYONE!" the crimson-clad villain known as F-Bomb called out. "FuuuuUUUUUUUUUGH-!" he cried out getting punched in the face and sent flying offscreen past the now relieved civilian.

The Grinning Gremlin chuckled to himself, glad that he thwarted the loudmouth villain. "Hohoho! You've taken a tumble! Be careful of yours words you inconsiderate bumble!" the pointy-eared purveyor of justice giggled. The last he would laugh for today, for even he knew when to be somber at a day of national mourning. A long line of cars had begun to overtake the busy Carolinian roads, traffic was stopped up all throughout the street, all the way up to the interstate.

The Grinning Gremlin sighed and scratched his dark blue chin, noting all the people still likely on edge, made more irritable by the slow moving traffic. But they would all be there in time. In time to honor the poor, lost souls on that horrible day. None of them would forget. Not the many dignitaries present, not the vast of supers in attendance, and certainly not the populace of Atlas City.

Least of all, Mayor Gideon Gauss. He could hear the faint cheers amongst the chorus of noise outside his armored tinted windows. It gave him a slight smile. It wasn't always loud but it was there. The support of the people. A power greater than any other. If left unchecked it had limitless potential, moreso than any heat ray or supersonic flight and that was because those who wielded it didn't mindlessly treat it like a toy. They valued it as an asset. A resource that was to be carefully managed and utilized when most convenient.

Thanks to the traffic, he would arrive "fashionably late" or whatever lackluster dimwits without any sense of efficiency would like to call it. But today, it suited his purposes just fine. It gave him more time to handle other business he was putting off for some time now and catch up with family...

Gideon glanced at his phone as the notification popped up.

"Cousin, the meeting’s almost ready. Let me know when you’re ready to join."

"I'll be there in three minutes, little cousin. Forgive me, but I'll have to scan in," he texted back, barely looking down at his phone as the drone unit in front of him activated it's scanner, displaying a gridlike pattern over his face, and soon enough, the rest of his body.

And in Club Shapeless...an identical double of Atlas City's mayor was displayed, holographically slouching in one of the Club's many cushioned seats.

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As the ground shook, the chip began to vibrate. Vic shot out a hand for it, but it leapt away from her fingertips, right down the hole the beast had been born from. It disappeared into the dark with no sound to tell where or how far it fell. Vic could barely sit still through Lab Rat's threats before she excused herself.

WHAM.

Vic hit the blockade as air. She reared back, smacking against it a few dozen times without making a scratch. Her defeated human form slouched over the barricade. Her head slowly thudded against it.

She slid her gaze over to the screens, her head still planted on the ground. She gave Lab Rat, Scourge and Pyromancer all a dead-eyed glare.

"You made me drop my manager," she said dryly.

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Kiran stared back through the numerous screens with a deadpan look in their eyes. They had no idea what Vicki was talking about and was ready to inquire what she was talking about but was quickly interrupted by A buzzing in their pocket. They blinked and held up a finger. " Hold on a moment." A quick glance lead them to roll their eyes. " Boss and their meetings . . . ." Kiran Sent a message back quickly before turning their attention back to the arena.

Going to be a minute >.>
New Son got a little excited so I'll need to patch the two up first
Also need to find out what Vicki Vortex wants.
Yes I have a son now lol
You are going to love him, adds another heavy hitter to our roaster~


The doctor clapped their hands together three times and smiled. " Alright Kids, we are all going to behave now and I'll patch everyone up. Ms. Vortex, I'll be happy to address whatever it is that possessed you to come to me so long as you behave. Pyro, the Boss is going to be having a meeting soon and our presence has been requested. Both of ours." Kiran sat up from their couch on screen and began to stretch a bit as their coat fell to hang from their elbows. " Scourge darling, you can take care of yourself, you Will be behaving and coming with me to be introduced to our employer."
They flesh must be remade and be sculpted into something pure.

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Klaus had made his way to the library when his phone buzzed, he smirked seeing the text from Richard and replied "Already here!" A few moments later he heard the door open and the sound of someone opening a book. He peaked around the shelves to see George settle in, likely waiting for the remaining supers that he'd gathered.

"Good morning, sir, I hope you're doing well in spite of the weight today carries? he smiled warmly and took a seat opposite of George, picking up the still steaming cup of coffee he'd set down upon arriving.


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"Okay, enough already!" The Cobalt Clock shouted as he kicked another roach in the face, shattering its mandibles. He had received Ratgarok's com and made his way to the Precipice. He found himself beside the action, The queen giving a team of heroes some trouble as they fought back. He let out a low whistle watching MacroMan take charge.

"This is what you meant by 'friends'? He started, tapping the side of his helmet, "Just because they are superheroes doesn't mean we're friends of know one another, Ratgarok! That's like me pointing to a Rat in the sewers of New York City in the 1920s and asking if it's your long lost ancestor. Okay, maybe not exactly like that but still point remains, I don't know these people? That doesn't mean I won't help!"

Klaus made a beeline for the Roach Queen, littering her body with his Stasis disks. Between them slowing her down and her own personal control of time the Roach Queen was now moving at what would be considered "normal" speed. No more advantage of skipping a few seconds forward in time. He smirked beneath his helmet as the ice began to grow around her.

"Ratgarok now might be a good time to get these guys home! He continued to toss stasis disks at the roaches that were suddenly brave enough to approach him, trapping them in time with their fear of him mounting.

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Macroman had considered turning around to fire an Elysium Beam at the Roach Queen as she gained on the ship, but that may only have slowed them down further. Fortunately, there was a timely arrival in the form of the Cobalt Clock, though probably not from any point in time the group knew of him in.

"Well, ye never know, lad. One very well could be one 'o my kin!" Ratgarok chuckled, as Klaus locked the Roach Queen down for the count. With her unable to warp ahead, he, Chimalma, and their guests could concentrate on letting loose their remaining ammo on the Roach Queen. Macroman rushed on ahead, increasing his flight speed as he carried The Quetzalcoatl's Fang towards the spiraling light of the Precipice was right before them. "Let go now, lad! Yer almost there, just fly through!" he called out to Macroman.

The Cosmic Titan looked over his shoulder, nodding to Ratgarok and Chimalma in thanks before letting go of the thought-vessel and flying on through. The deck of the ship then expanded and extended like a ladder, pushing Devon, Akiko, and Sasha forward towards the light of the Precipice as the entire ship tipped downward. The ships mast too, snapped open, the humans inside practically pouring out as they fell into the time-spiral.

Temporal storms bathed them and cleansed them of any anomalous energy as they fell through the warm blue light. Anything they had found was theirs to keep but all of their wounds and battle scars faded away, becoming as they once were before they entered the time tunnels. In but an instance, the four heroes who arrived via the wormhole on Atlas City Beach were standing right there, amongst the sands as they had before they were all drawn in.

"Huh..." Henry noted, brushing himself off. Clothes were clean again, he felt less winded but still a bit tired.
"I guess we made it out okay." he smiled, happy to be greeted by bright blue skies once more. Although....he couldn't help but wonder where Polarity, or Isotropic rather, had run off too. Or when. She could've entered the portal from any point in time. From any potential timeline. Though if she's form theirs, she knew his face now...

And what was worse...She had the Artifact of the Beast. Akiko and Sasha had talked to her before she got aboard Ratgarok's ship. Perhaps they could all find a lead...after they rest up and attend the Memorial, of course. "I think we should try and head back to the hotel for no-"

Henry cut himself off as he saw something scurry across the sands. A large...but still normally-sized roach. It furiously crawled over the dunes until, in almost an instant, it fell into a miniscule swirling pile of sand and vanished with a pop.

"..." Henry frowned, narrowing his eyes.

Time travel never made much sense.

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For a few moments, Akiko was wide awake. She was back in her Shinigami Gray form and standing in front of the Boo Crew as she had been before the ground had swallowed them whole. She could see the sand and hear the waves in her right ear. Her Ghostly Gang stood in front of her. The suit felt unusually heavy. There was a calmness Akiko hadn't felt in what seemed like ages.

Then, beeping from her belt followed by a wave of exhaustion. The lantern popped off and Akiko demorphed, leaving her with the conservative black dress she had chosen for the funeral. She opened her mouth to say something but didn't have a chance before she passed out again.