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#2014-02-20 05:08:29, as written by Tearen Wover

"My suit...?" Darien said softly, turning around. He eyed a small metallic sleeve hanging out of a nearby closet. Another oddity; he would have been sure that it would have been confiscated as evidence right now, or at least kept in some kind of quarantine because of all the venomous residue. With slow, methodical steps, Darien went over to the closet and examined it. Most of the software and electrical systems were still offline from the EMP blast, but if nothing else it was still a pretty good suit of armor. The only problem was that his helmet seemed to be missing.

Five minutes passed as Darien put the metal shell and body-suit on, fiddling with some of the mechanical bits. It was really not designed to be put on when it didn't have power; it made moving some of the joints rather difficult. Checking various compartments, it was evident that the hospital staff had removed all of the venom reserves and darts. Which meant that he would have to rely on his own fangs for the time being. Just in case though, he got a couple of needles and syringes from the nurse's station and filled them with what venom he had in his head at the moment; about four syringes worth.

Now...came the hard part. The window had locks on it, and though Darien was sure that he could probably force them open, it was certain that it would trigger some sort of security response. He gritted his teeth tightly as he used a scalpel to flip the tumblers in them open. With a soft snap the lock came undone, immediately followed by the sound of a distant beep from the head nurse's desk down the hall.

Darien didn't have time to hesitate. Sliding the window open, he shuffled out on to the ledge and did his best to sidle towards the fire escape. A bitter winter wind bit into his exposed hands, and the bandages around his eyes blocked his peripheral vision heavily. When he finally made it to the fire escape, however, it dawned on him that the tress had not been designed with the weight of his unpowered armor in mind. It creaked and groaned loudly as his full weight settled on to it. With slow, easy steps he descended, fearing with each step that the whole thing would come crashing down. Thankfully, it didn't...

...until the final flight. Right before taking the last few steps down to the final level the bottom two stories of the fire escape loudly snapped and gave way, causing the entire structure to fall down on top of him. Gladly, his armor did what it was designed to do, and as he covered his head, rusted metal and bolts clanged all around him. It took a moment for him to uncover and survey the area. If nobody knew he was gone, they would know now. And he didn't see his mysterious benefactor anywhere...

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#2014-02-20 05:42:09, as written by TheNoremac42

It was mere seconds after the alarm sounded that the guards began pounding on the door. They rammed it repeatedly, but it held defiantly as if held shut by an invisible force.

"Phoenix, try to keep those guards occupied." Agares ordered across their secure channel. "Buy us some time to get out of here."

Agares leaped from the rooftop in a single bound and landed in an adjacent alley. He landed in a three-point stance that cracked the pavement beneath his feet. After ensuring that no one was watching, he sprinted across the street and into the alley next to the hospital. The cyborg immediately spotted Darien in the shadows and approached. His footfalls were eerily silent.

"Professor?" he called out from ten paces away. The Alpha Trooper towered above Darien by nearly a foot, and was that much more menacing with his deep computerized voice and pitch black visor. Synthetic fibers inflated and compressed as his artificial leg muscles pushed him forward. He stood with a soldierly - almost robotic - aura.

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#2014-02-20 06:03:55, as written by Scorpion01

As all of this was happening, Phoenix Rose had been watching from inside the building the entire time. Actually, she had been sitting in a chair at the nurses station, watching the cameras of the patients.

"No problem, Sir." she replied to Agares. "One distraction coming right up.".

With that she dropped her cloaking, revealing herself to the people in the nurses station. Her armor, though similar to that of Agares, was a bit different in the fact that it was designed to be more stealthy. In stead of enhancing her muscle strength and giving her huge muscles, it hugged her body, somewhat accentuating her curves nicely while still giving out a very intimidating look with the black mesh and her compact muscles still highly toned and very visible. Her green visor formed a sort of cross pattern, and across the center of her chest, a crystal of the same color sat, forming the toughest part of her already extremely tough armor.

She took off in a dead sprint down the hall, darting past anyone heading to intercept Professor Asp before turning around and pulling out her Blast pistol, setting it to stun. She aimed at guards and even doctors and nurses, stunning them harmlessly yet drawing enough attention to herself as to be labeled a larger concern than some measly patient escaping. All the guards and officers in the building headed towards her now.

"Well, I've got their attention. I suggest getting out of here before that fool, Storm-Shadow, pops out of nowhere and tries to save the day." she said, her tone had a sharp tinge of hostility to it. She then let go of her pistol with one hand and went to her hip, pulling out a detonator-like device and activating it, locking the doors to the outside so that the guards would not be able to intercept Agares or Professor Asp.

"Party time..." she said as the next wave of guards came around the corner. Phoenix dropped a couple of them with her stunned pistol blasts, but eventually they got too close to shoot, so she holstered her pistol and engaged in hand-to-hand combat. The measly guards were no match for her as she slowly made her way towards one exit that she hadn't locked.

"They're starting to push me back. I'd suggest hurrying." she said calmly, rounding another corner.

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#2014-02-20 06:10:25, as written by Tearen Wover

"Nah..." Darien said with a haggard grunt, shoving a pile of rebars off of his chest. "I'm the goddamn...erngh...milkman." he spat, staggering up out of the wreckage. He could hear the sound of distant, modulated gunshots. Energy weapon of some kind. He shot the mysterious armored man a concerned, judgemental look, his bandaged face doing nothing really to convey his current emotions. Still, his long fangs were clearly visible.

"I do hope no one is being hurt on my behalf..." he said in a stern yet somewhat optimistic tone. With another grunt, he stumbled out of the wreckage of the fire escape and shambled towards Agares.

"Wherever we're going it should be gotten to quickly. I estimate twenty minutes left before my current dosage of painkillers runs out, and I'd prefer to be able to form a coherent thought whenever I talk to whomever is to oversee my work."

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#2014-02-28 23:22:35, as written by TheNoremac42

((moved to parent location))

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#2014-03-04 17:37:39, as written by TheNoremac42

A temporary wooden stage sat in the middle of Asteria City. Red velvet was smoothed over and stapled to the panels while banners of red, black, and gold draped from the rafters. One banner hung from the center with the words "Vote for Ereb" and "You have my guarantee" printed across it. Crowds of people gathered beneath the stage. Many dressed in cheap white t-shirts painted with various political messages while others carried homemade signs that echoed the large center banner.

There was an eruption of photography flashes and cheering as a figure emerged from backstage. He was an older man clad in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks while a deep purple necktie tucked neatly beneath the collar of a snow white buttoned-down shirt and suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead and flowed downward in a sharply trimmed and groomed beard. Aged wrinkles marked his face as intelligent, observant, and lively blue eyes scanned the crowd.

"Good afternoon, Asteria City!" Gabriel Ereb said into his headset microphone as he waved at the crowd.

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Meanwhile, Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst stood on opposite sides of the stage. The two cyborgs stood at attention with rigid soldierly discipline. Their bodies were wrapped in black mesh that defined chiseled and compact muscles. Metallic helmets clung to their heads, complete with breathing masks. Several compartments along with sheathed combat knives and pistols were attached to their waists. Large Ereb Blast Rifles were gripped tightly in their hands. Shadow-Sabre supplemented his blaster with a katana that was sheathed snugly on his back. Observant and alert eyes scanned the area through dark visors.

"Initiate environment security scan." Shadow-Sabre called out on their secure channel.

Several other Alpha Troopers dotted the area, hidden in advanced cloaking. Their network of sensors weeded through the area, tagging every person with varying degrees of threat levels. Paia, the artificial super-intelligence that administrated their data, scanned for weapons, abnormal or aggressive body language, and anything that may prove a threat to Mr. Ereb and the local civilians.

<< Environment scan complete. No immediate threats detected. Stay frosty. >>

"Spasibo, Paia." Verhasst replied. "Stay sharp, comrades. As my mama always said... Hope for ze best an' prepare for ze worst."

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#2014-03-16 20:25:17, as written by TheNoremac42

There was an eruption of photography flashes and applause as a figure emerged from backstage. He was an older man clad in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks. A deep purple necktie was tucked neatly beneath the collar of a snow white buttoned-down shirt and suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead and flowed downward in a sharply trimmed and groomed beard. Aged wrinkles marked his face as intelligent, observant, and lively blue eyes scanned the crowd. Gabriel Ereb smiled warmly and waved as he approached the podium.

"Thank you, Ms. McMorrow." Gabriel responded in his trademark intelligent and dignified British accent. "It's good to be here, and I look forward to discussing our plans to create a better tomorrow for Aslundians and all Terrans alike."

Meanwhile, Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst paced the catwalk above the stage. Their bodies were wrapped in black mesh that defined chiseled and compact muscles. Metallic helmets clung to their heads, complete with breathing masks. Several compartments along with sheathed combat knives and pistols were attached to their waists. Large Ereb Blast Rifles were gripped tightly in their hands. Shadow-Sabre supplemented his blaster with a katana that was sheathed snugly on his back. Observant and alert eyes scanned the area through dark visors.

"Initiate environment security scan." Shadow-Sabre called out on their secure channel.

Several other Alpha Troopers dotted the area, hidden in advanced cloaking. Their network of sensors weeded through the crowd, tagging every person with varying degrees of threat levels. Paia, the artificial super-intelligence that administrated their data, scanned for weapons, abnormal or aggressive body language, and anything that may prove a threat to the proceedings.

<< Environment scan complete. No immediate threats detected. Stay frosty. >>

"Spasibo, Paia." Verhasst replied. "Stay sharp, comrades."

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#2014-03-16 23:10:11, as written by SlightlyIrregular

This would be the perfect place to kick shit up. Okay, so bringing his ten year old nephew into the picture wasn't his brightest moment, but he was going to show the boy how to fight for what was right without getting violent. He'd told the boy not to tell his parents what they were doing because, if Daniel found out, Eran would have his ears chewed off. Plus, Carl's mother, his sister, wouldn't be happy either.

"You know I told you about what happened to that man, the one we saw on TV that everyone is talking about?" He spoke to his nephew. Though Carl hadn't seen the beheading, too his knowledge, the man's picture had been in the news none stop. "And you saw that they arrested the other girl for no reason, well this is the man that will have the power to stop immigrants coming here. The same people that caused that man's death and that man's arrest..."

He took a seat and nodded for Carl to do the same. "There was a lot of wrong-doing there. The man might have been a criminal, but no trail was held. No proof. If we don't make a stand now, Volaria will get away with doing this to more innocent people. And immigrants will get away with stealing our jobs, making crime rise and everything else. We need to know what he's planning on doing to stop this and help protect Terran citizens." He nodded.

And if it meant causing a shitstorm to get answers, Eran was well prepared to do so whether his nephew was there or not. "It might be a little boring, but I promise it'll become clearer. It's best you learn about politics early too. Stops them screwing you over as an adult."

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#2014-04-05 10:39:04, as written by Moonscar

It was shortly after that a similarly aged man, who was also similarly dressed to Gabriel in a black suit, shirt a pale blue, tie boldly red and gold, walked onto the stage, giving the crowd a cheery wave. He had put his name out there for his charity, and there were enough faces in the crowd that he vaguely recognized from the dinner. A hundred small wrinkles bunched at his cheeks in a very soft smile, which he attempted to exchange with his competitor.

He didn't open with a word to the audience, such as Mr. Ereb did, in what reminded Giles of a talk show personality. He swept his eyes about the audience, and instead nodded to Isaac.

Mr. Ereb was not the only one with security about. There were two young women about, both very distinct from one another. Delta Vargas and Ariel Moore, one hidden within the crowd, one backstage.

One couldn't be too safe in Wing City.

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#2014-04-06 21:31:14, as written by Ylanne

"The way this'll work, for all you folks tuning in from home," said McMorrow, nodding to each of the candidates as they took their positions on the platform, "is that Mr. Ereb and Mr. Fabron will each have five minutes to make an opening statement outlining their platforms and key policy proposals. Afterward, I have prepared a set of questions for our candidates, some addressed to Mr. Ereb and some to Mr. Fabron. For direct responses, the candidates will have two minutes to respond. After each response, the other candidate will have an opportunity to rebut once for one minute. At the conclusion of the evening, each candidate will have the option to give a five minute closing statement."

Isaac kept his eyes on Giles, giving him a brief smile in return, though his attention remained on the potential entrances and exits in the event of any disruption. He'd heard around the WCPD headquarters that someone had suggested the Intelligence Director moderate the debate--a suggestion that had undoubtedly been shot down almost immediately. Isaac could almost hear Drulović's response, and barely refrained from chuckling aloud. I think your suggestion might give that slice of Swiss cheese in your sandwich some good competition for number of holes. He wondered how long, exactly, before that intrepid minister (a politician, no doubt) had been talked out of even attempting to approach her with the proposition before McMorrow's name had finally come up.

"I've tossed a coin before we opened tonight, and Mr. Ereb will have the first opportunity to make an opening statement, followed by Mr. Fabron. For concluding statements, it will be the reverse order. The candidates have not been provided with this information or with any copies of the questions, in order to ensure as much fairness as possible." McMorrow drew her features tightly together as she looked toward Gabriel. "Mr. Ereb, the floor is yours."

Isaac stifled a yawn. Great. A good two hours stuck listening to two old white men talking politics and making promises they couldn't keep or possibly didn't even care to bother with after assuming office. Definitely not what he planned and definitely not more entertaining than a good first-person-shooter game on his new system.

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#2014-04-17 00:11:30, as written by TheNoremac42

"Thank you, Miss McMorrow." Mr. Ereb clears his throat. "First of all, I would like to say that I am not a run-of-the-mill politician, but don't take my word for it... Let my record - my actions - speak for me. I promised to help pull Wing City and Terra out of the ashes of war. I promised to help rebuild and bring us into a better tomorrow... I have fulfilled - and am fulfilling - those promises. Homes have been rebuilt. The unemployed now have jobs to feed their families. My own elite security forces, who are with us today, have foiled over a dozen terrorist threats against the good people of Aslund and have worked to keep the citizens of Wing City safe."

"As your representative," he continued, "I wish to continue fulfilling those promises. First, we must secure ourselves - from threats both foreign and domestic. We are a young nation born from the bloodbath of war. It will take time and character for the intergalactic community to take us seriously. As representative, I will first focus on legislation to crack down on crime - particularly against gang activity, illegal immigration, and the drug trade - and raise the budget for law enforcement so they can acquire the numbers and equipment they desperately need. Similarly, we must make preparations to defend ourselves against foreign threats that may prey upon us like schoolyard bullies."

"Next, I will make way for increased standards in education and institute more aid for the bright minds of our next generation. In order to succeed as a nation we must learn from the past, prepare for the future, and always look forward. We must raise a generation of scientists and engineers to pave a way for a better tomorrow. Scientific innovation will be a key principle if we plan to keep pace with our neighbors."

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#2014-04-19 07:04:41, as written by barney_fife

As Ereb and his security team made their speech, there would be nothing out of the ordinary transpiring. That was until a sleek, black form that was hard to discern darted over the city.

It was completely silent.

That was at least for a few seconds until a deafening boom followed, and it's engines could be heard. The craft was long gone before anyone could realize exactly what was going on.

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#2014-04-19 17:56:14, as written by TheNoremac42

"As we draw near to the first official election of the TNG," he continued. "I hope to see you all in the voting booths to bring those among us to power that can bring our new nation into a bright future. But let's focus on you, Asteria, for a moment... Asteria is home to a thriving center for education and business. However, your gutters are overflowing with gang violence and illegal immigrants that seek to leech from our budding economy! So far we have swept the refuse under the rug. Out of sight, out of mind, correct? But how long until the rampant crime, which has been escalating for weeks according to statistics, spill out into the streets where you walk to work in the morning or where your children play?"

It was then that the aircraft roared over the city. Gabriel Ereb paused for a moment as the sonic boom passed.

"As representative, I will pass legislation to raise the budget of the police force so they can get the equipment and personnel they need to keep our streets safe. Together, we can clean out the trash from our gutters and make all of Asteria safe for Terran citizens."

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