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Alloy Aaron

I'm fuckin' awesome! Deal with it.

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a character in “Heroes of Sta-ran”, as played by unseenshadow2

Description

Alloy Aaron


Age: 26

Physical Description:
Aaron stands in at an intimidating 5 foot 7 inches with short, brown mullet and shit brown eyes. He has an athletic build that is shown clearly in his Neural Interface Suit (NIS), a skin tight suit required form him to properly interface with his armor. Aaron's skin is white with little tanning, but a wide variety of scars adorning it, from chemical burns to bullet marks.

Costume:
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The suit increases Aaron's height to 7 feet and 5 inches.

Powers:
  • Superhuman Durability: The mix of a force and acceleration reducing systems and the advanced alloy the suit uses allow Aaron to survive being thrown through buildings and direct hits from plasma attacks. The suit is not magnetic, but the outer shell is conductive with the inner shell being insulating.
  • Superhuman Strength: The servos and high-strength motors within Aaron's suit allow him to randomly go "I feel like this truck should be 500 feet in that direction."
  • Superhuman Speed: Despite the bulkiness of Aaron's suit, it allows him to run up to 40 miles per hour and maneuver slightly faster than when he isn't wearing it.
  • Walking Brick: Thanks to the weight of his suit, Aaron's effective weight is just over 5 tons.
  • Screw Gravity: Aaron's suit has an anti-gravity propulsion system, allowing him to reduce his downward weight and fly at a max speed of 500 miles per hour (about 75 miles per hour below long range jet cruise speed). When flying, Aaron can deploy plane like wings to give better high-speed maneuvering.
  • Stasis Bubble: Aaron can create a bubble where time is stopped, but only for those initially caught in the bubble. If one enters the bubble, or exits and reenters, they will not experience the stasis. If something is manipulated in the bubble, it remains as is until the bubble is stopped, or the object exits the bubble. The system can only create one bubble at a time and only for about one minute at a time due to heat issues.
  • Armory from Nowhere: Aaron can reach behind him and pull out any of five weapons that he has stowed away in a pocket dimension. They include a minigun, magazine-fed missile launcher (can fire dumb, heatseeking, radar guided, and position guided missiles), automatic grenade launcher, belt-fed anti-vehicle machine gun, and an anti-armor sniper rifle.
  • Marksman: If given a clear line of sight, Aaron can drop a target at a half mile with his sniper rifle.
  • Swordsman: Aaron constantly keeps a greatsword of the same alloy as his suit on his back, and he knows how to use it with one hand and an energy shield that forms on his left arm.
  • Brawler: Given the amount of bar fights that Aaron gets into trying to prove that he is "awesome," Aaron has become very good at fist fighting, and gets even better when in his armor.
  • Self-Repairing: In the rare case that the armor that Aaron wears gets damaged, it can repair itself, slowly. Anything larger than a bullet hole is just more effective to take back and repair by hand.
  • Automated Assistant: For the sake of navigation and long distance travel, Aaron has Sia, or Synthetic Intelligence Assistant. Sia can also handle mass data sifting and hacking (thought normally Aaron likes to do the hacking himself), and can outperform 50 military grade AIs, working together, at nearly any task.
  • Neural Improvements: As long as he is wearing his NIS, Aaron is equivalent to a lesser average level super in physical strength and speed (both reaction and movement). The NIS also connects Aaron to Sia.

Power level: Artificial (Heightened)

Secret Identity: When Alloy Aaron needs to not be an over-confident and egotistical Defender, he becomes Aaron Hugird, a humble and shy inventor and tinkerer. When in his secret identity, the NIS is usually hidden under his clothing. He takes on the same confidence that he has in his armor when has been drinking.

Personality:
Cocky. Aaron is very cocky. When in his armor, he believes himself to be near invincible and is always looking to prove this. He is likely to pick fights with supers rather than trying to subdue his targets peacefully. He will often go to great lengths to show off, but only if he knows he can. If Aaron realizes that a particular enemy is actually a threat to him, he will quickly go from showing off to being completely serious. When a friend is threatened, Aaron will forego his cockiness for a careful and methodical approach to the problem.

Aaron is also bull headed, refusing to accept that a problem cannot be solved. He will often brush off the advice of others when it does not coincide with his method of approach. There are only two exceptions to these rules: Aaron considers time to be the only enemy he can't beat and when Sia presents a new method of approach, Aaron takes it into serious consideration.

Background:
Born in Pawa, the humble little Hugird child was often envious of those with powers. With every attempt at gaining powers himself, Aaron's parents worried about him and their money, which quickly began to dwindle. When Aaron was about 12, his parents had enough of his constant tries to become superhuman and said that Aaron would have to earn his own money. They were not expecting just how intelligent Aaron was.

Starting his path to wealth, Aaron created a basic AI that could accurately what items would become popular several months before they became so. With a couple of tests on just how effective the AI was, Aaron began selling his first product. It was a massive hit with investors and stock traders. As the AI truly took off, Aaron worked harder and harder to create a disguise as to who created and sold the AI.

Eventually, the military got hold of one of a copy of the AI created by Aaron, and contacted his seller identity. This was the first of many times that Aaron would use this identity to gain clients for which he would create AI, which has caused him to amass a wealth he works to keep secret. Aaron has been doing this since.

When he turned 18, Aaron finished the project he had started when he was 14 and realized that he would never gain powers of his own. A suit of powered armor that would protect him from supers as well as give him the ability to actively fight them. This version lacked access to a pocket dimension and flight, and only had rudimentary versions of Sia and the strength and speed enhancement. This suit became Alloy Aaron when he took it out for a field test, fighting the super mob-boss Drac Kell. Aaron had not realized that the entire fight was recorded, or that his adversary was someone so big, until he had turned on the news to watch while he was repairing his armor.

A few versions of the suit later, Aaron joined the Defenders as Alloy Aaron. He has spent the last 7 years working for them and keeping his face hidden from even his closest colleagues.

Other:
Aaron has only lost twice, the first time being because his suit ran out of power and the second time being because his limb motors locked up mid fight. Both issues have since been fixed.

So begins...

Alloy Aaron's Story

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Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Downtown Pawa


Normally Downtown was a place where all the crazy stuff happened. Everything from drug deals turning (literally) explosive to robberies at the local stores. Today, however, was quiet. Disturbingly quiet. Something that Aaron despised. Normally he would have someone to fight, some way to show everyone just how awesome he was. At least kids would come by and ask for autographs.

"Sir, robbery detected in Uptown." Stated Sia, the feminine voice providing little in the way of comfort to Aaron. With a sigh, Aaron responded "You know that we can't go there. I'm stuck with this patrol till 4." This strange shift in crime distribution was something that few at the Corps were expecting, and Aaron was wishing that he had known it would happen before everyone chose their patrols.

Aaron stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking around. Something didn't feel right to him. Something was wrong. His surroundings became too quiet, too empty. Aaron had only made a slight deviation from his patrol, going down an alley that ran between several stores. It was a place that anyone who wanted to not get seen traveling to any of the stores would travel. That was exactly what three Syndicate foot soldiers thought they were going to do.

Taking a moment to get a hold of the fact that something was happening, Aaron rushed the leader of the small group. In turn, they rolled off to the sides, landing and drawing small automatic pistols. With a quick scan of the area, Aaron knew the weapon he needed. Drawing his greatsword with a single hand, he charged the leader again. This time Aaron swung his blade, instead of his fist, cutting the man's leg off as he tried to roll away.

The two other Syndicate goons opened fire, pelting Aaron's armor with bullets too small to do any damage. Bursting his thrusters, he flew at the man closer to their leader, crushing him into the wall before reverse thrusting to avoid damage to the building. Quickly grabbing the tiny pistol from the ground where the crushed man once lay. Pointing it at the last man standing, the Aaron pulled the trigger putting several rounds into the man, nearly one on top of the other as the recoil was barely felt through the armor.

Returning to the leader of the group, Aaron leaded down, looking over the man. "I can promise you a quick death if you speak. Otherwise, I'll just lop off all your fingers and remaining toes." The leader looked back at him, hate in his eyes. "We were just going to get the weekly protection money, but it looks like the boss men ain't gonna be too happy with the shopkeeps."

Without a word, Aaron smashed the man's head with his armor's foot. "He could have told us more, sir." Sia piped in before being cut off with "He wouldn't have. Besides, I stay good on my promises. Alert HQ and start getting a report ready, Sia."

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Name:Victor Anderson
Location: Downtown business district


Victor sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come to take him to work and swore he saw someone on the rooftops across the street. He looked down at his watch "No way it's only been an hour since I left the house." He spoke to himself just as the bus came. It was one of those long buses today and as Victor got on he headed right for the back of the bus, standing in front of the back door his music as loud as he could stand it trying to drown out that ANNOYING little voice.

Victor was lost in his device, one of those holoscreen things that everybody in Pawa seemed to have, when the bus got hit by an invisible force. It sent the front end flying up into the air and before Victor even realized it he was climbing up to the front, swinging and jumping from bar to bar. This is coming way to natural for me. What is even going on? He thought to himself half way up the bus but he didn't stop he kept going expecting his body to stop at the front of the bus, but instead he jumped right out the window hovered there for a few minuets seeing this giant rock like creature. For a second it seemed as if strings where attached to everything and all going the same place, to him. Then, he was falling and a few seconds before hitting the ground something seemed to ripple through him and a pulse was released from his body and he was standing up right.

Victor then looked at the great stone creature his hand lifted up and a stream of fire shot out of his hand, destroying the character. Victor had no idea how he did any of that and that's exactly what he told the Defenders when they asked him. He was nothing more than a normal plain human nothing special not even powers.



Name: The Dragon
Location: Downtown Pawa


A robbed man hopped down from the roofs into the alley way right in front of the man in armor. The Dragon leaned down and ran his fingers through the blood splatter that used to be a head. The man in armor was way to violent for The Dragon he might have to teach him a lesson. "There was no need to kill him kid you could have taken him in. Besides I was tailing them trying to find out where they reported back to." The Dragon's voice was deep and gruff with an undertone of a growl to it. The Dragon then stood up looking just behind the kid in armor inspecting the city around him. Pawa sure had grown and changed since he last lived here. He wondered if his house was still there and if so who lived in it.

The Dragon then looked down at his fingers with the blood on it watching as they started to claw before the blood evaporating in a green mist. "That is very strange." he said out loud more to himself then to the kid.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Uptown Mall District, Pawa


Dust looked around as the people gave him a wide birth. As it looked across the circle of people trying to back off was quick response news teams, with helicopters incoming. Looking back to the smoking hole in the street that it had caused, Dust took only a moment before turning into a thin, silvery line. The line shot down countless alleys trying to get as far away from the news as it could, ignoring the fact that its shear speed was causing burns on the sides of buildings that it was passing... and one terrified hobo.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Downtown Pawa


Aaron looked at the man in robes for a few moments. The pale skin, with an almost scale like texture, stood out very quickly and his leaping approach hinted that he might be of the faster sort. The robes getup signed that either the guy was some kind of monk or he was ancient, possibly both. Fast monks and/or ancients with scale like skin were a decent threat on their own, especially if they are used to fighting. Aaron could tell right away, he needed to be careful with this one. He was at least a few calibers above Aaron's typical targets.

"I keep my promises," Aaron stated, his voice sounding deep and mechanical with a slight echo to it, continuing with "and I promised him a quick death." He continued to watch the man for a few moments, watching the hand turn to a claw. Aaron spoke up again, saying "They were Syndicate foot soldiers, just out collecting protection money. Syndicate soldiers aren't known for squawking, or knowing, much. Most likely, they only received orders through a drop box that they would leave the money at. By the way, I am Alloy Aaron, a Defender. Who are you and why do you care about these low class guys?" "Are you certain that telling him your name was a good idea, sir?" Sia peeped our before Aaron replied with, unable to be heard by the outside world, "He would have been able to find it out any way. It is not like I'm some kind of secret."

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Name:Victor Anderson
Location: Downtown business district


Thanks to the little accident Victor was late to work and had to hear it from his boss, why couldn't he understand there was nothing Victor could have done to be on time? Finally Victor had enough, stood up, told his boss he quit and walked out the door. Now what was he to do? He didn't really want to go home just yet, something just didn't feel right about going there. He ended up wandering the streets of the district trying to make since of what happened earlier, how did he do that and what was with all those threads that he saw. What the hell was going on and why was it happening to him?

As Victor passed by an electronics shop the news was starting to broadcast talking about some silver dust erupting from the streets. He felt like he should know what that was but he couldn't quite figure it out. Again what was going on with him? He was starting to feel like not everything was as it seemed like someone was trying to pull something on him. But who could be doing it, he didn't really have any friends that would do this kind of thing to him. It must be someone with powers, but who?

Name: The Dragon
Location: Downtown Pawa


This time The Dragon actually looked at the man in armor, "The Syndicate? You'll have to excuse me I haven't been on Sta-ran since the Power War so I haven't heard about most of these new groups. I am The Dragon the last of the Dragon Clan." The last part was said with much pride. "I had interest because they obviously where up to no good and needed to be shown a lesson. I thought maybe I could at least find who they where working for, make sure that they aren't taking to take over with The Defender missing." He then murdered to himself "Not like he was much better." He then looked the man over "You must be one of those artificial supers huh? And why did you have an interest in these men?"

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


Dust hated laboratories. Even before the capture, it just had a distinctive hate for them. It couldn't place where the hate came from, why it was there. However, going from fighting several strange men with even stranger machines to slowly leaking out of a tank in a white walled lab definitely didn't help Dust get along with such places.

Dust sat at the bar in Shamblers, a pub with cheap booze and decent clientele. Unbeknownst to the customers, Dust was one of the regulars. The barmen, on the other hand, knew him well enough to know that it was just drinking to do something to pass the time. It didn't have a single effect on it.

The TVs that covered the upper walls showed the most popular news channel, which was giving the most recent news. Behind the woman, who was blabbering on about what the Defenders believed to have happened, was the still smoking crater. Most of the Defenders that were on scene were trying to keep people from going near the crater, but a couple were going in and out. Apparently something in the base was still burning, but Dust had no clue as to what it was.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Downtown Pawa


"Sia, look this guy up." Aaron said, nothing reaching the world outside the armor. Within a moment, Sia replied with "Sir, all I was able to gather was a small list of confirmed powers. He is confirmed to be invulnerable to fire and small arms, able to breath fire, able to fly, and, guessing by the fact that the image matches him exactly matches, agelessness. He is confirmed to be over 1000 years old and fought beside the Defender during the Power Wars." "Thank you Sia." Finished Aaron.

After the Dragon finished talking, Aaron said "I am only counted as Artificial because intellect isn't considered a power. As for my interest in the Syndicate, I am a Defender. Specifically, the Pawa branch. I was on patrol when I ran into them." Aaron took a moment to pause before speaking again with "The Syndicate is a group of criminals that has a level of organization that would make any government jealous and enough terrorists to be a real threat. They have enough levels of secrecy that we have only been able to find one..." Aaron stopped for a few seconds as Sia spoke up. "Give me a minute." Aaron said stepping off to the side.

"Sir, it would appear that there was a Syndicate laboratory discovered beneath the Mall District in Uptown. The God-Level Dust has been confirmed to have escaped from the facility and reports believe that it destroyed a majority of the lab on its way out. It left a smoking crater that Defenders have been deployed to investigate. We are currently unaware as to the current location of Dust, but his escape was captured by the fast response news teams. The one that caught the best footage of the incident was near by when they saw smoking coming from a sewer grate." Sia said. Aaron walked back to the Dragon with a silent "Thank you." to Sia.

"Well it would seem that we have just found a second Syndicate base. This one appears to be a lab. Just to give you a little understanding of exactly what the Defenders are up against here, this lab was below the Uptown Mall District and managed to hold the God-Level Dust until it managed to escape. We only found the place because Dust was nice enough to destroy nearly an entire street on its way out. The Syndicate even manages to evade our scryers, and they can find almost anything without issue. That is nearing the level of technological prowess to build suits as powerful as this one." Aaron said, pounding his chest with his arm twice, the pound surprisingly quiet. "I am quite proud of the force absorbers."

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Name:Victor Anderson
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


Eventually Victor wandered into the mall district of Pawa and into a pub known as Shamblers. Just as he entered though he accidentally bumped into a burly looking man who didn't look to happy that his drink was now over the front of his shirt. "You little runt." The man growled as he picked Victor up by his shirt only to have the cloth wrap around his hands and crawl up his arms until the man dropped Victor. "What the fuck do you have on you, you little shit." the man slurred. Victor just tried to back up from the man, "Look it was an accident, you're drunk and I don't want any trouble." Victor said trying to calm the drunk but it only made him madder. "Why I otta..." The man yelled picking up a chair and throwing it at Victor. The chair ended up hitting Victor right in the face and shattered into bits like it had hit a brick wall. Victor knew he should be feeling pain right now but he wasn't.

Victor then stood up an unknown rage building up inside of him. He wondered if he could do that thing again with his hand, he knew he shouldn't but he didn't care. What was this man but a violent drunk, if Victor didn't put a stop to him who would he hurt instead? Victor raised his hand at the drunk and he could feel that same ripple go through his whole body, the flash of those strings, this time he could feel his hoodie flapping about, then suddenly a burst of wind from his hand throwing the man into the wall. Victor then dashed at the man faster than any eye could comprehend. Standing over the man Victor leaned down and whispered, "Never touch me or another person like that again." before walking to the bar and asking for a drink. He had no idea where these powers where coming from but he sure was liking them. Looking over at the man next to him who was watching TV, for some reason Victor felt like he should know the man and that he didn't belong here even if the bartender acted like the man was always there. "Excuse me but do I know you?" he asked the man.


Name: The Dragon
Location: Downtown Pawa


The Dragon nodded, "This Syndicate sounds rather dangerous, maybe I should check out this base you found. Once your people are done with it." The Dragon looked around again down either side of the ally before headed off in the direction that the men had been headed before they where stopped by Alloy Aaron.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"You little runt." Said some burly fight starter a few seats down. Dust looked over only to see the man threatening skinny kid, remembering how it is always the smallest ones that pose the greatest threat. It considered intervening, but something about this guy gave Dust the feeling that he could handle it. Something felt familiar, dangerous, but Dust couldn't place it.

Then the guy put on a good little display. How the display happened, the way the guy put his hand out rang another bell to Dust. It still could not place where it knew this guy from, and it definitely didn't know the face that he had. The fight starter ended up against the wall before he had a chance to comprehend, then the familiar seeming man was over him, whispering something not quite loud enough for Dust to figure out what was said. Seeing the conflict ended, Dust decided to just go back to watching the news.

"Excuse me but do I know you?" The familiar seeming man asked, nearly catching Dust off guard. Turning, as human-like as he could muster, Dust looked over to the man. With a voice that sounded like a thousand smaller voices in one, Dust replied with "I could say the same thing. I am Dust." Holding out his hand, which was abnormally cold in some places and hot in others, Dust tapped the table twice, holding up two fingers.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Downtown Pawa


"Crazy old man." Aaron said to himself, Sia interrupting with "He seemed fairly sane to me, sir." Aaron simply sighed before Sia peeped up again with "Sir, your presence is being requested at the crater." "Understood." Aaron replied before launching into the air and speeding off in the direction of the crater.

Within a few moments Aaron reached the crater, landing carefully beside the highest ranking Defender that he could see on sight. "Did you call?" Aaron asked fairly causally. "No, but the guy who did told me he called you. Even the guys we have that can walk through fire can't go too deep into the lab without losing air. Something is burning down there and we need someone to put it out, someone who can walk through fire and breath without air. Also, a flashlight would be helpful." The man said with some level of distaste. Aaron was pretty certain that the guy was just unhappy that he had to ask for help.

"Well, lucky for you, I have all three traits." Aaron said before taking a small pause and adding "Anything else I need to know?" "No." The guy replied both quickly and angrily. Aaron turned toward the crater and walked in, letting himself fall a ways. Before he could hit the ground Sia had the armor let off a burst of force to slow it down.

Inside the crater was filled with thin, hot, gray smoke. Any external breathing system would not have been able to handle it, but Aaron's armor was better designed than that. "Sia, give me a 360 thermogram." Aaron stated, his vision switching from the mass of gray to mixes of yellows and reds. "Well, we definitely landed in a hot zone." He stated as he looked to find the hottest point. Once he found the direction, Aaron began his march to find the source, and hopefully the flame.

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Name: Victor Anderson
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"I could say the same thing. I am Dust." The man spoke, with a voice that was rather eerie to Victor, as he stuck his hand out to be shaken. "Uh, I'm Victor." Victor said taking Dust's hand to take it. Just as Victor touched Dust he went limp as inside his mind he saw much destruction and worlds being devowerd. But none of this was from now, it felt as if he was watching a memory of something that never happened. Victor finally snapped out of it and shook his head confused.

Little did he know he had pissed of the friends of the drunken guy and one of them took the opportunity while he was limp to try and attack him with another chair. Thawack! Right over Victor's back the chair shattered. "Ow." he said more in surprise then pain, "That was uncalled for man." he said turning around to get socked in the face.

Name: The Dragon
Location: Downtown Pawa


The Dragon followed the ally way for a bit before coming across a couple shady looking men standing in front of a door. "Excuse me but what's behind that door?" The Dragon asked. The two men laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know, beat it before we beat you." The man on the left grumbled. The Dragon sighed, "What is with everyone being so quick to violence?" He asked himself more than anyone shaking his head, "Now do you want to let me in or what?" He asked the men taking a fighting stance. The men just laughed and went for The Dragon, both ending up on the ground after only a couple blows. The Dragon checked their pulse to make sure they where both alive before searching their pockets for keys.

What The Dragon found inside would have surprised most people, rows upon rows of computers flashing the faces of almost every known super on Sta-ran as well as most information on them. The Dragon's first reaction was to try and smash them but before he did he thought it would be better to let someone know. He quickly went out into the streets and informed the first Defender Corps member he could find then waited for a team to respond.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


Dust tilted its head and withdrew his hand as the man sitting next to it went limp. Dust waived a hand in front of the man's face, only to hear a distinctive crack of a bar stool over the man. Then a splinter hit its flesh, sticking in. Angrily looking up, Dust stared the man in the face only to see the swinger of the bar stool punch the man in the face. They wanted to use force to show how much better they were? This was one of the games that Dust was one of the best at.

Turning to its silvery for, Dust let out a dreadfully shrill sound. Within moments it had gone from what looked like a man to silvery fluid mass that extended from the floor to the ceiling, consuming a section of the bar and its stool in the process. Around the edges of its form it forced the air to turn to plasma, visibly, and created lightning bolts within itself. As it reached the ceiling Dust let out another sound, this one deep and metallic and angry.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Downtown Pawa


The trek to the source of the flame was long, constantly filled with turning off and toning down different systems within Aaron's armor. While the cooling systems could handle insane amounts of heat, adding external and internal heat stressed them. Needless to say, but the fire was far hotter than most and definitely hotter than what the system was designed to be able to handle.

Slowly clunking his way down the hall, Aaron finally found the source. When he swapped back to regular vision what Aaron saw caught him completely off guard. At first it looked as if there was just a shell of smoke, but as he circled it, Aaron found the source of the smoke that was filling the halls. A small crack in the shell with a constant pulsing of smoke shooting out from it like a volcano. Inside the shell was a chunk of rubber with flames that seemed to not move.

Reaching into the shell, Aaron grabbed the piece of rubber, which felt as solid as it looked. With a gentle tug, the rubber came out with the flames and the smoke seeming to stay in place, the smoke and heat from the sphere unphased by the removal of what should have been the fuel source. The rubber, on the other hand, lit ablaze the moment it exited the sphere. Within a moment, Aaron had stomped out the rubber with a whole flare of thermal warnings popping up for a few seconds.

"Sia, what can you tell me about that field?" Aaron asked, only to get "It appears to be some kind of status field, sir. I believe that it has been damaged." Looking around Aaron spotted the panel connected to the wide pedestal that the orb was floating over. After looking at the various buttons for a few seconds, Aaron hit several of them until the device shut off, the heat and the smoke stopping suddenly without the fuel to continue burning. With only a moment to catch the full view of the device as the smoke cleared Aaron asked "Do I have enough space in the pocket?"

"Barely, sir." Sia replied. Aaron quickly got to work disconnecting the entire machine. He knew that he had time, as the smoke would take quite a while to clear out, but now the other Defenders would realize that they can speed the process up now. Aaron knew they would the moment that it hits them.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"Well, he's all yours, whenever you're done making a scene." Said the familiar seeming man before getting hit with a mug. Suddenly the mug man was aflame, giving Dust the perfect opening to do what needed to be done. From the large blob, it turned into a thin, wispy string that stabbed through the mug man and the bar stool swinger. Both suddenly turned into the silvery dust before being absorbed into Dust. Within the next moment, the string pulled back together to form into the human form once more. "Shouldn't have messed with their local god." Said Dust, slightly arrogantly.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Downtown Pawa


Aaron had managed to get the machine into the pocket dimension in time to pull the wool over the eyes of the other Defenders. It nearly two hours of them asking him question after question of what he had seen down in the lab, with the hardest question being what was causing the fire. Sia saved Aaron's ass on that one, coming up with a good answer before he had a chance to mess it up. Once he was allowed to go, he returned to his home. Aaron had work to do.

Landing in his garage, Aaron looked around. It had not changed since he was last here, but he always liked to make sure. With a few steps into the crane-like structure that allowed the armor to remain standing while shut down, Aaron exited the armor. With a few clicks on a console near the armor, the broken stasis machine now sat before Aaron.

Nearly four hours had passed and Aaron was still just studying the machine. He was lucky enough that the last person to repair it had left the repair manual in a small compartment at the base of the machine allowing him to actually fix the minor break in the projector. It also meant that Aaron had a way to know how to rebuild the machine, which would make life much easier. However, he was getting hungry.

Aaron walked out of the garage, going into his room. Opening the closet, Aaron quickly pulled out a normal attire for going outside. A dark blue hoodie, loose cargo pants, and a pair of white sneakers, which he had on in only a matter of moments. Satisfied with his attire, Aaron walked to his front door and out to his car. With a turn of the keys, the vehicle started up with all the satisfying noises.

A few minutes later and Aaron was at the dinner he went to nearly every day. Walking in the door, he was greeted by the waitress with "Hello Aaron. What would you like today? The chicken is on special." "I'll have the special then." Aaron replied, watching as the waitress hopped away.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"A psy-what?" Dust asked as he tilted his head unnaturally far, the skin of his neck acting like stretched rubber. It looked at the familiar man for another few moments before getting the look of realization striking across its face as it said "Wait, that doesn't go there?" The skin beneath the clothes of Dust seemed to stretch and shrink as the insides of Dust moved around, Dust hoping that it got the placement of the organs in the right place.



The basement of Ethena Plastics Incorporated Pawa Warehouse was filled with men in silver robes. Jimmy Laughinton stood at the pedestal on the far end of the room, elevated with a microphone. "Brothers and sisters of the Dust, today we have conformation that the criminal organization known as the Syndicate is our enemy. They managed to capture our creator and savior in some form of time pausing field and were preforming heretical experiments on portions of our creator. Thanks to ten of your brothers, our creator is free and the lab that held it has been destroyed. We must continue to hunt this enemy so that it can be consumed and destroyed to fuel our salvation!" Jimmy said smacking his hand to his chest.

After a few minutes, everyone moved to various rooms within the basement doing everything from rituals to war planning. Jimmy stood at the head of a table to showed a holographic projection of the Sta-ran as well as holographic projections of other cult leaders. What appeared to be pins were spread over the world with different colors. "I added markers for surface cells that the Pawa branch has discovered." Jimmy said, only to be interrupted by another one of the cult leaders "I don't see how this will help us find anything of import." Jimmy sighed and said "They have to be getting their orders from somewhere. If we can identify areas were there is a high density of Syndicate surface cells, we may be able to find facilities that are either creating or distributing orders. These facilities should have clues that will help us to take out more important targets." The talks went on for several more hours before everyone separated to go about their duties.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Down Home Dinner, Suburban Pawa


Aaron had only been sitting for a couple of minutes when his meal was delivered to him. "Thank you." Aaron said as the waitress put the plate of food before him, only to say "You got a new mark." Aaron paused for a moment before saying "Yeyeah, I got that welding today." The waitress put he elbows on the table before asking "It didn't hurt, did it?" "No. I didn't realize it until I looked in the mir..." Aaron said only to get lifted from his seat.

"She's mine, shrimp." Said a deep voice from behind Aaron. "Let go of me!" Aaron shouted, struggling for a few seconds before throwing his weight up and let it come down as a kick right into the chest of the man holding him up. Aaron fell to the ground with an "Ooof!" The man, on the other hand, stumbled back in surprise, right into a professional fighter's family's table.

Aaron quickly ducked back to his food as the very displeased fighter quickly plumbed the man that had held Aaron off the ground. "Are you okay?" The waitress asked quickly, only for Aaron to say "Not the worst I have had to endure."

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"I can only mess with myself... but I can spread fast." Dust replied just before the guy asked "Are you sure we don't know each other?" This caused Dust to pause. It knew plenty of people that had a tendency to change how they look, and it was sure that if it knew this guy he was one of them.

Dust suddenly had an idea as he asked "When you do the hand thing, do you see strings? Last time I encountered the Defender, he mentioned that I had a lot of strings that he has to pull before he tried to pull me apart." Now it made sense to Dust, the whole raise hand to use whatever power he willed. "He also did the same 'raise hand and random power happens' thing."

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Down Home Dinner, Suburban Pawa


Aaron managed to finish his meal in peace, having a decent conversation with the waitress between her serving the other customers. Even the friends of the man that had picked up Aaron took a moment before thinking of messing with him, afraid of how well the smaller man could maneuver. When finally done with his meal, Aaron said goodbye to the waitress and the cook in the back before getting into his car and returning home.

He had much to do. With the basics of the stasis field emitter figured out and the stolen one repaired, Aaron still had to figure out how to make it smaller. Specifically, small enough to be hidden within his suit. With another four, or so, hours of work, Aaron managed to get the system integrated. The heat generation was more than he had hoped, but it was extremely high tech and it didn't stress the power supply too much.

Aaron got into his armor before setting up a wrench on a stool. Holding up his left arm, Aaron created a yellow sphere around the wrench, a little bit bigger than a person. Walking into the sphere, he was surprised that he still had full movement. He picked up the stool the that the wrench was on, lifting it into the air. Both pieces just floated there, unmoving. Aaron pulled the stool out of the field then back in and tried it again. The stool fell. Not long after, a little warning shot up in the armor before the field dissipated and the wrench experienced gravity again.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


Dust just watched as the man he was talking to collapsed to the floor. Everything was starting to come together in its mind, the disappearance of the Defender, its own capture, and the sudden rise in Syndicate activity. They were planning something, something big. Hoping to gain a fighting chance by disabling the Defender and at least capturing Dust. Fate would seem to have far different plans, that or the universe itself was protesting, which would not surprise Dust. It was certain that the Defender had quite some pull as to the happenings of the universe.

As the man came back into reality, Dust simply said "There is more to you than you believe. It doesn't take a god or a psychic to figure that out."

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Aaron's Home, Suburban Pawa


Putting his armor back in its place, Aaron looked at the clock on the wall. "Way too fucking late." He stated as he rubbed his hands off on a rag that he kept in the garage. Walking through the door, Aaron stopped as he looked around his house. Something just seemed wrong about the place. He quickly pulled out a key, shoving it into a lock on a small safe in the table by his front door.

Aaron pulled out the suppressed sub-machine gun within the safe, quickly moving over and checking his front door. It was unlocked. With a subtle twist of the knob, the door locked as Aaron turned around to nearly get hit, ducking just in time to dodge an incoming fireball. Without a moment of thought, Aaron opened fire on the man who slung the fireball. Five shots and the man was dead on the floor.

Dropping into a crouched position, Aaron moved through the living room quietly and absolutely observant. He then moved through the hall, getting interrupted by a quick kick to the arm. Falling into his bathroom, his SMG knocked out of reach, Aaron flipped back on to his feet. Putting his arm up as fast as he could, Aaron caught an incoming strike and threw his opponent into the bathtub.

Before he had even a moment to react, Aaron was knocked back into his mirror. As Aaron slid down from the mirror, he reached into one of the many pocket dimensions of his house only to pull out a combat knife, catching his opponent off guard with a strike to the gut, blood spewing across the tile floor. Following up with a second strike, a slash across the man's face, stopped the opponent from sending Aaron flying again. Without a moment's pause, he delivered the third and final strike to his opponent, a clean cut of the neck.

Putting the knife back into the pocket dimension, Aaron picked up his SMG, checking to make sure that it hadn't been damaged. Sia piped up as Aaron turned toward the door, saying "Sir, I believe that these men attacked my external sensors, but avoided further electronic attacks. They had caused the cameras and like to repeat loops of believable data, but I have just corrected the issue. Sir, you need to get back to the garage, one of them is trying to take the armor!"

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


The Defender. That was certainly the Defender. The get up and the way that the clothes changed around him, Dust knew it. "That confirms it. The way your clothes moved like me when I feel like changing. You are the Defender, I am certain." Said Dust as he demonstrated, changing to the form of the Defender the last time they fought, "This is what you looked like when we last met."

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Aaron's Home, Suburban Pawa


Aaron moved out of the bathroom quickly, sprinting down the hallway and back to the entrance to the house. "Sia, lock the armor up." Aaron whispered to Sia only to hear "The intruder has already closed the armor, but does not appear to have the proper connections available. They aren't even able to start the main power cell."

With a careful opening of the door to the garage, Aaron flicked in with a quick check to his sides. It was only him and his filled armor, the person inside trapped thanks to the requirement of the NIS to operate the armor. With a touch to the back of the machine, Aaron ejected the woman inside.

"You failed." Aaron said, standing over the woman he had never seen before. With a smirk, she said "Wrong!" Before flipping up and kicking Aaron in the face. With a quick sweep, Aaron caught the hands she was standing on, knocking her down. This time, he took a step back and put four rounds into the strange woman.

Taking a deep breath and looking around his garage, Aaron took a deep breath and asked "Are Defenders on way, Sia?" "Yes sir." She replied, Aaron getting quickly into his armor. Within a few moments, he hid the evidence that his armor was stored here.

It was time that he faked stumbling in upon the people breaking in.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"I knew it!" Dust said as the tiny voices seemed to speak in perfect unison for once. Everything about this man and the slow and subtle hints that gave way to the final reveal, it all made sense to Dust, even when it shouldn't have. Then, the next set of words finally set in.

"This means that they managed to capture, but failed to contain, the only two gods alive. That could only mean that they need to be destroyed... and all their little labs. Oh, and I think they can toy with time a little bit." Dust said, all its voice speaking at once, before continuing with "Even they can't see my entirety, however. I think I see another one of their labs and something they won't likely expect.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: A Street Above a Syndicate Lab, Upper District Pawa


I need to move where my base is, or else the other Defenders will realize who I am. Or worse yet, my enemies. At least the guys who ransacked my house didn't seem to expect the armor. Aaron thought to himself as he walked down a street he hadn't bothered to look at the sign. He was so absorbed in thought that he hadn't noticed the street turning silver beneath his feet.

He hadn't noticed till he was falling, crashing through several layers of some structure that was beneath him. He wasn't fully broken from his trance till he stopped falling, face to helmet with the Dragon. "Oh shit." Aaron said distantly as he looked to the pool of blood and body parts that had been whatever he landed on.

A bright light suddenly filled up Aaron's vision as someone tried throwing a ball of fire at his helmet. Aaron shot forward, knocking the man into the wall behind him as Aaron stopped, finally standing again. Pulling out his SMG, Aaron held the weapon in a single hand and fired into the attack. Once he stopped moving, Aaron turned and did the same to the last remaining Syndicate member.

"You should try harder when resisting capture." Aaron said to the Dragon as he released him from his chair.

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Name: The Defender
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


The Defender nodded at Dust, "I think they are trying to control us and or create others. It's blurry but I think I remember them talking about testing on someone else and turning them into a god." He then walked out the door of the pub and into the streets and looked around. He wasn't sure what to do, he didn't want to go back to the tower, he belonged on the streets.


Name: The Dragon
Location: Syndicate lab under upper district Pawa


The Dragon thought they had given up trying to burn him and when they got ready to try shocking him. Just before they where able to Aaron came falling through the roof, squishing a couple of the men and almost squishing The Dragon. Aaron then took out the rest of the members interrogating him before releasing The Dragon and saying "You should try harder when resisting capture." The Dragon grumbled something about not needing any help before sprouting his wings and flying up into the sky. Just before he exited the hole that had been made he could have sworn he heard something that sounded like lightning.

Name: Deimos Thor
Location Syndicate lab, Upper District Pawa


Deimos had just been walking around minding his own business when a bug decided to land on his nose. He went to grab it but it flew off, determined to capture the bug Deimos started chasing after it. Deimos had been chasing the bug for a good while not paying attention to his surroundings causing him to trip over a rock on the ground. As he tumbled over his own feet lighting shot every which way. Finally he got up and started chasing the bug again only to fall into a big hole in the ground. Deimos tried to grab on to something but kept failing to and finally landed, his head hitting Aaron's helmet then landing on the floor, sparks flying everywhere. "Owwwww!" He groaned getting up "Watch where you put... Ooooo shiny." He said getting distracted by Aaron's suit.

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


"Create? Create a god? That can't end well." Dust muttered to itself as the Defender walked out of Shamblers. The very idea of making a person into a god just sounded like it would go wrong. Dust and the Defender, the only gods Dust knew, both have well over centuries to learn to control their powers, but someone who doesn't know their limits would be as destructive as a Dust Storm. The very thought brought forth memories of the last system that Dust consumed.

The creatures that stared at the storm of silver and extinction could only be described as mortified. The mainly two legged planet was only just gaining intelligence and in the sky was a massive storm, with lightning and plasma flying about everywhere. The first thing to be stripped was the atmosphere, but where the storm had passed nothing existed. The sun, every planet in the system, the asteroid belt. Everything but a single meteor, the one that Dust rode to where it was now.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Syndicate lab, Upper District Pawa


"Fucking old people." Aaron said as he watched the Dragon. He was certain that the Dragon was going to become a major player in the coming events, but even Sia had no clue as to what the coming events might be. The Syndicate was getting bigger, ballsier, and more powerful with every passing day and they were playing with fire. Aaron could only hope that everyone else survives when the Syndicates fire burns them all.

CLUNK!! A man impacted Aaron's armor with a rather loud thud before charging the shell of it with electricity. Aaron simply looked down as the man was about to make a comment, only to be interrupted by the sheen of Aaron's shell. "This many appears to be quite weak willed, sir." Stated Sia as Aaron waved his hand in front of the man asking "Are you ok sir? That wasn't a light hit."

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Name: The Defender
Location: Uptown Mall District, Pawa


The Defender looked around still unsure of what to do when he heard a scream coming from a few streets down. He quickly responded and in just a few seconds he was at the source of the scream. There stood a man, with fire in his hands, cornering a frightened woman clutching tightly to a package. The Defender adjusted himself and within a millisecond had fully assessed the situation and already had his powers prepared This will be a nice little exercise to get the kinks out. He thought to himself. "Okay kid I suggest if you don't want to get hurt you let the girl go." The Defender's deep voice boomed. The man didn't hesitate, quickly turning around and sending a blast of fire at The Defender who quickly absorbed it. "You will have to do a lot better than that if you want to even think about hurting me." The man laughed "And just who do you think you are to face against me the great Firestorm?" The Defender just sat there showing no expression, "If you don't know who I am... Wait people aren't used to this look are they? Well it's not important who I am right now just leave her alone and you won't get any trouble." The man just laughed and threw a new blast of fire at the Defender. Just then wind seemed to blast from him and the fire was turned away. Before the man could even react a blast of water hit him knocking him back against the wall. The Defender quickly closed the gap between him and the man grabbing him before looking at the woman. "You are safe now I suggest you get out of here." He then turned back to face the man just to get a fireball in the face. He didn't like that much and the man was sent flying up in the sky only to be caught by the Defender and blasted with more water.

Once the Defender was certain that the man was knocked out he tied him up to a wall and pulled up the holographic screen of the super computer that was stored in his arm. He quickly looked up Firestorm to find all the information of the heightened level super. He then transmitted information to all Defenders within Pawa the information needed to capture Firestorm. Just as he was about to leave he heard a voice coming from the man, the Defender quickly searched him to find a small communication device. Upon listening to what was being transmitted it was obvious that Firestorm was part of the Syndicate and possibly one of their higher up muscle men, The Defender quickly transmitted this information as well before quickly flying up into the sky and taking off east to the lower district of Pawa.


Name: The Dragon
Location: Destroyed Syndicate lab, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


The Dragon decided to visit the lab that he had intend to look at before he was attacked. While most of what was in the lab seemed odd to him it was obvious that they where trying to create some kind of weapon in this lab. As he explored more and more he became more worried about this Syndicate that was obviously becoming a major problem on this world. The Dragon had gone deep into the lab before experiencing any troubles, a Syndicate member that either decided to stay behind or got left behind. The goon ran out as soon as The Dragon was in site and tried attacking with vines the grew up out of the floor. What the man had not expected was for The Dragon to breath fire. The man was soon disabled after a couple quick punches and The Dragon dragged him out of the lab.



Name: Deimos Thor
Location Syndicate lab, Upper District Pawa


"Are you ok sir? That wasn't a light hit." The shiny armor spoke to Deimos who quickly sprang up. "You can speak? I'm Deimos and who are you?" He asked hardly able to focus with the shine from the suit. Just then however a group of Syndicate members came in, one shooting Deimos in the back. "Oooooowwwwwwww, that hurt!" Deimos wined as he turned around, lifted his hands and shot bolts of lightning, that seemed to originate from his body, at the members quickly frying them. "There that's better." His childlike high pitched voice spoke, he then turned back to the armor and smiled a big toothy grin. "Those guys don't like me much for some reason they are constantly shooting me with things."

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Name: The Dust
Location: Shamblers Pub and Inn, Uptown Mall District, Pawa


After a few more "drinks," Dust decided to leave Shamblers. The thought of an artificial god was something that Dust could only see ending badly. It knew just what it is like to not know how to control one's powers, to turn matter without understanding and to destroy entire systems without really knowing how it was doing it. Just lost in the thought of artificial gods, Dust wandered for hours.

"Hey! Hey shrimpy!" Shouted someone with more balls then brains. Breaking from its trance Dust just let its head spin to face the man without moving the rest of his body. "Neat little trick, shrimp. Everything in your pockets. Now." Said the man as a lightning bolt formed around his hand.

"I can do that and more." Said Dust with all of its voices as its body turned silver and reshaped itself to have its body in the right position, only to get hit with the man's lightning bolt. Lifting its hand, Dust ejected a mass of plasma followed up by a bolt of lightning. The sound of the impact with the man was louder than a cannon.

Name: Alloy Aaron
Location: Syndicate lab, Upper District Pawa


Aaron watched as the Syndicate members entered and shot Deimos, who remained unaffected beyond a small jolt of pain. What came next was just as surprising as Deimos turned the men to smoking crisps in a single bolt. The amount of power that had to be pumped into the bolt to do that was reminiscent of only the most powerful people that Aaron new about.

"Those guys don't like me much for some reason they are constantly shooting me with things." said Deimos. Something about him just seemed innocent, like someone just rummaged around in his head too much. "I don't think that the Syndicate likes very many people." Aaron stated as he continued to watch Deimos.

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Name: The Defender
Location: Skies of Pawa above the lower district


The Defender hovered there in the sky observing all of the events going on. Someone was ballsy enough to try and attack Dust, a man, who seemed rather familiar, caring another man through back alley way, a Defender in a hole with someone that seemed oddly powerful. The Defender knew that if he really wanted to he could reach out and find every Syndicate base in the city and within a few seconds destroy them but there would be no challenge in that. Even someone as powerful as The Defender enjoyed a challenge, he remembered back to his failed experiment at a "perfect" peaceful world and how he soon became the villain of that world quickly destroying it. "What do you think buddy? Where should my first patrol be?" He asked the creature that made up his outfit. They placed you here in the lower district. I would say look there or at that base with that odd power source. Came the voice in his head.

As The Defender floated there high above the city deep in thought on what he should do a great blast of pure energy hit him. He went flying through the air coming to a skidding stop, as if he was on the ground. He looked around for the origin of the blast to find a man floating there laughing. After a quick scan, it was confermed that he was of demigod yet nothing else was registered about the man.


Name: The Dragon
Location: Hidden cave hideout


As The Dragon walked through Pawa with his new captive he saw a bright blast come from the sky and could feel something coming from the sky. He decided to just ignore it and carry on with what he had planed. He eventually made the long trek back to his cave, where he tied up the man and blindfolded him to prevent the man from seeing where he was. He then sat there patiently for the man to come too, he was going to show someone in the Syndicate how to interrogate.


Name: Deimos Thor
Location Syndicate lab, Upper District Pawa


"I don't think that the Syndicate likes very many people." The armor said. "Yeah but they don't lock up and poke you with sharp things until your skin becomes like mine do they?" He wined getting antsy he hadn't sat this still since he became like this. Granted he couldn't remember much about what who he was before he became that way. He then heard a noise that distracted him and soon Deimos was on all fours bounding down the halls of the lab.