RPG- Superhumans 2: Anarchy (Page 14 of 18)

Anasazi and Jericho tried to get out of the HQ when Jack and a lady friend of his appeared around a corner right in front of them.

"Oh, sweet Magog..." Anasazi groaned. There was no running away from this one.

"You, who would dare disobey a direct order from the mighty and illustrious Jack, now you shall fall!" Jack crowed with his usual bravado.

"Oh, come on, Jack, is that any way to treat a guest? You didn't even introduce your lady friend, there."

"Hey, there, cowpoke, don't get any funny ideas. Right now, you're just a wanted supervillain who's killed who knows how many people. If you hit on her, you'll be a jerk, and in Jack-land, that's punishable by being beaten with a pool cue while being forced to watch American Idol until you die. The punishment then carries over to any living family members you have."

"Well the, let's go." Anasazi said assuming a fighting stance. "Jericho, think you can handle the lady?"

"I...err...rather not..."

"What? Why? I've never seen you back out of a fight!"

"Times change, and nows not the time to argue."

"I knew this would happen eventually..."

"Oh will you take it easy."

"Take it easy?! Why do you think I can here in the first place! So Your intel wouldn't fall into their hands!"

"So you didn't come here to save me! You little cybernetic @$$#0!&!"

"Oh yeah! Well whoes gonna come to save you, Jimmy!"

"I told you!-" Jericho jerked one of the Uzis out of Jack's grasp and sprayed Jack, Dessie, and anyone behind them with bullets until the clip was empty. "Don't call me Jimmy."

((I can edit if there are any objections, but we're not running away from this one, Ph34r.))

Dusk had taken a spray of bullets, but luckily his field took most of the impact and damage.  It would take a while to recharge, so he would have to act fast.  He raised his hands, and fired off two blasts of shimmering energy, one narrowly missing Jericho, and the other glancing across the suited man's arm.  Nothing damaging.  He would have to work on his aim.

"I didn't know your name was Jimmy." He quipped.

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Burnout ran around the corner and slammed into what felt like a brick wall.  A searing pain tore through his shoulder.  Upon checking it out, he noticed a nasty red splotch spreading from a wound.  A bullet wound.  Some stinker had shot him.  He looked up, and saw Jack, Dessie, and Dusk facing the escaped villains.  Jericho was holding a smoking Uzi, and it looked like Jack and Dessie were recovering from bullet wounds as well.  The blighter had hit Burnout with a blind shot.  That set something off in his head.  He began to run.

"Jericho!"

The man in question whipped around, stuck out his foot, and tripped Burnout as he came running.  After an embarrassing tumble, the silver and orange suited hero stood.

"Interesting name choice.  Jericho.  Wasn't that, like, a city that got knocked down by people walking around it in circles?"

Putting words to action, he too began to run, orbiting Jericho like the Israelites had done his namesake, although moving at higher speeds, and with less trumpeting.

"Will walking knock down this wall?"  He asked.  Burnout kept running.

((Sorry for the huge gangup thing, Rev.  In abut two posts or so, I will throw something into the mix to limit my characters' involvement in this conflict. Until then...well, good luck.))

"Last chance." Said the teleporter with a knife to Haze's neck. The teleporter had his head next to Haze's and she could see his face out of the corner of her eye. The image was suddenly blurred however.

A long, silver, very shiny blade now occupied the teleporter's skull. Haze felt the knife go limp in his hand and his whole body followed. It hung from the silver blade impaled in its head.

Haze slowly turned to see Chromium standing still. His left arm at his side, his right arm now in the shape of a long silver blade was lodged in the teleporter's head. The cowl of his cloak covered his head and his white-light eyes were visible from beneath.

Chromium withdrew the blade and morphed it back into a fist so quickly that the blood, bits of bone and brain on it were shooken off. The body of the teleporter collapsed to the ground.

Chromium is one of the few Andromeda members who has the License to Kill....

Shaun was surprised that his keycard had still worked. He came across a old warehouse, he would spend some time there until he could call in some of the favors he was owed. He broke in, entering the door with his MP5 ready, and night vision enabled. There were other recently escaped supers in here. He shot them, they all went down quickly. Made a slight barricade, it would keep him hidden. He slowly fell into an uneasy sleep.

Flame stepped behind the intruder, she was wearing jeans and a sweater, standing in the middle of the room, looking at something shiny. And now she was surrounded by fire. She wasn't burning, but if she tried to get out... Flame stepped through the fire. Who are you? Why are you here? he voiced, he expanded the circle of fire, she backed up, trying to get further away from Flame. He asked again Why are you here?

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Shaun was back on his motorcycle. He needed to find some place to go, not sleep in some warehouse when Adromeda could be looking for him. He had heard about a woman who might have use for him. She had a mansion on the outskirts of the city, as he drove there, he began to remember.

Shaun had been lying on one of the couches, examining his combat knife, when Chromium approached him. "Is there something you could be doing?" The metal man seemed to be in a bad mood, so Shaun got up and went to the Control Center, to see if there was anything for him. Chink was, as usual, there. "Oh, I suppose you want something to do?" Shaun nodded "Yeah, what do you have?" Chink began scrolling through a few pages."Um....Theres a bank robbery and 1st National." Shaun headed off. "Thanks."

M'Lure was just leaving her lab with the results on a sheet, on her way to wake the doctor so that he could see it for himself. She knew that if he was anything like the person the she had once worked with that he would devour the information. She wanted to earn his trust. She was sure that was his key to having him fight along with her team.

'Damn," M'Lure thought, "Do I have to get them supersuits now?"

But before she could answer herself her communicater buzzed. It was comming from the one she gave Flame when he went to interrogate the shooter. But he wasn't saying anything into it.  She decided to go find him, he might have gotten something. He wasn't in the interrogation room, where the shooter was sitting. with a confused look on his face. She took that as a good sign. So she went towards the guest bedrooms.

She found what she was looking for behind the first door she opened. It was a wall of fire. "FLAME!" she shouted over the noise of the confilgration. And with that she created a magnetic sheild in front of herself and pushed her way through the flames. Then she saw the reason he'd called her. There was a young woman in the middle of the room, still clutching something in her hands.

"Its ok Flame, you can relax the fire. I get it. We have a theif here. A talented one if she managed to make in inside here."

M'Lure strode over to the girl and took the item out of her hands. "What did you think you were doing, hunny?" An evil smile on her face.

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Haze let out a sigh of relief as Chromium came to her rescue. The dull female voice sounded, "Systems back online."

Releasing the barrier, Haze visibly sagged with relief. She turned to speak to Chromium but he was already off and looked to be heading to the control room. "Thanks," Haze said feeling deflated at Chromium's mood. She knew he didn't like to kill but he could have asked if she was okay.

Haze touched her throat and felt the faint wetness of her own blood. It was minimal but still alarming. "Guess I'll be visiting Med-bay," Haze said to herself as she headed in that direction.

Burnout rubbed his head.  That was one city whose walls were harder than his head.  With that, Burnout sank into blissful unconsciousness.  Look at the pretty lights.

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Dusk watched the duel between Jack and Jericho with interest.  The two each had their own advantages, but against each other, there was virtually no advantage, other than Jack's healing factor.  The two were diffulct to watch; they moved so fast.  As he focused on the fight, Dusk did not notice the dark shape that slid up behind him, nor did ne see the glimmer of the reflection of light on a knife...

Shaun rode through the city, the buildings becoming first suburbs, then slowly turning to woodlands. He passed houses with their lights on, happy families inside eating. He also passed houses with their lights off, darkened buildings seeming to stand watch against the night. He passed an old abandoned shack. A young boy, watched the procession of Humvees pass the farmhouse he lived in. Sgt. Shaun McMillan was in the third back, in the back seat on the passenger side. He looked out the dusty window, watching an ancient soviet tank as they passed it. The insurgents used them as hiding places frequently, these days. His squad was on patrol. He hated patrol, the roads were safer, but if they hit an IED, he was dead. At least in a firefight he could defend himself. A gust of cold air blew, and he blinked. He found himself in front of a large mansion. "This has to be it.." He muttered to himself, getting of his motorcycle and approaching the door.

Sky was extremely scarred, which was a major problem when trying to teleport.  She knew about other supers, but she had never had any serious encounter with them.  She was now face to face with a lizard man who could create fire, and a woman who could generate some sort of force shield.  The woman had taken the valuables from her, and was now smiling down evilly at her.  Time to make a break for it, Sky thought fleetingly, although with being in such a state of shock, teleporting out of the building was out of the question, so she chose a shorter mark.  She disappeared, reappearing in the doorway with a loud bang and the ominous rattling of the building.  She really had to work on controlling her nerves when she jumped.

"Look,"  she told the woman, "I'm really sorry  about this, just let me leave and I'll be on my way, like nothing ever happened." 

(tell me if I need to edit.)

Lightshow was enjoying a sound sleep in his bedroom when he heard a loud bang. Still dressed in his smiley-face boxers, he ran out to the source of the commosion.

"What the frell's goin' on?"