Renegades: Resurgent.

@dreadstroke@jason_ford

NYSE.

The Renegade Remnant's voice crackled over the comm system he had given to his new team. "This is Victor Beaucoup. If everyone's in position. I'm moving in."

Crouched on the rooftop across from the New York Stock Exchange, Pre-Mortem pressed a finger to his phone, signaling the car parked outside of the Stock Exchange. The Black Mamba transformed.

The towering form of the Argonaut unfolded swiftly, and turned its Ferro-Cannon at the entrance of the building, firing until the exterior was near-destroyed. Satisfied, the Renegade pressed another button, and set the Argonaut to autopilot, with preprogrammed objectives directing it to kill everyone inside, though it knew not to target anyone on his side.

Placing the phone into a pouch on his flak jacket, he then took a mask that had been clipped to is belt, secured it, and checked his Fluid Grapnel. The device isn't his design, he had simply taken an idea from the Underground's computer and made it, with help of people smarter than him on Envy's payroll. It mimicked the capabilities of heroes like Nobody, but instead of being 'webbing,' it was a fluid substance that became an incredibly tough wire with a high tensile strength when in contact with oxygen. Firing it from his wrist would give him a wire to swing from that he could easily remove, by pressing a second button on the launcher.

The NYSE has a large, open floor where traders trade, but the wide windows also open over platforms that overlook the entire area. The Argonaut was on the floor, now transformed into its Coil Gun configuration, with the mecha no loner human shaped, but now a four-legged cannon with a long barrel that swiveled occasionally to fire on a random cluster of traders. Pre-Mortem crashed through a window onto a raised platform, hefted his newest gun, the WARSAT Defense Module_00Q, and opened fire. Not on the crowd, but in the air. Since the Argonaut's weapons were eerily silent, the crack of gunfire rang out, making the screaming traders fall silent. "I'd tell you that if you all cooperate, this'll all be over soon, but I'm not here for hostages. I'm here to kill as many of you as I can. What I can promise is that your deaths will be painless... unless you resist. In which case my friend Volo here will intervene." Those words were their prearranged signal, and if the Reverse-Speedster was listening he'd speed into the room, ram a vibrating hand through a random trader's chest, and speed back out. "We clear?"

The pro gamer thought to herself resting upon Mjolnir as news played of the latest crisis this time being in New York. Having been at a gaming event just hours ago however the excitable engineer knew she was close to the action her daily antics had delivered her to the scene so she might as well get involved she figured. With a clumsy clambering the virtual vixen enters her suit of power and rockets down the streets before any more time could be wasted. Perhaps this was a bit to big a scene to make her debut but the challenge was more alluring then the risk at the time.

Asphalt kicked up into an obsidian cloud as the war machine skidded to a halt. The roaring engines, the audible swoosh of a sudden stop. It all triggered a chorus of car alarms and horns announcing the bright pink machines entrance. She was to late to stop the initial carnage, bodies blasted and pastured around a sequence of debris. Like many a villain the calamity was apart of the entrance a sick display of power. Well enough of that the destructive creationist thought aloud. Fliping a switch her stereo system kicked in, a theme song splitting the air with its sick beat. "Thats me saying I dont want your monologues by the by!" She yelled over the EDM music as weapon systems came online.

Taking aim at the sleek cannon system Lizzy Leet locked on and primed what she dubbed the Unreal Mega Buster: Shoulder mounted rocket launchers that fired a modified variation of Russia's Tos-1. Taking interest in Russia thanks to Ivana's ongoing actions in Gothic she learned of the Tos-1, and found a way to bring it into a smaller sleek design. TOS stood for “heavy flame thrower,” it launched a rocket carrying a fuel-air explosive (FAE). Fuel-air explosives detonated the very air itself using a small explosive inside the munition. Spreading a chemical cloud in the air through an aerosol effect the gaseous cloud seeps effortlessly into most openings. Something which most transforming machines had, do to all the complex moving parts complete coverage wasn't usually doable. A secondary explosive then ignites the cloud, causing a massive and long-lasting explosion. In this case while the machine likely had better armor and could perhaps endure the initial explosion with any luck the expansive air born nature of the rockets would pull and push the machine apart.

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"In which case my friend Volo here will intervene-"

VROOOM.

A bloodcurdling cry pierced the air, reverberating all about the exchange and sending a ripple of panic across those present in the building. All heads turned towards a pallid man in a business suit situated in a corner, his watery eyes rolling madly as blood seeped through his clothing.

Screams erupted across the crowd as a black clad, disembodied fist drew itself out of the man's chest with another vroom, and yet there appeared to be no one behind him.

The man hit the ground with a thud, his face frozen in perpetual fear as the life drained from his mousy eyes.

Whatever entity it was that killed the man departed in a rush of wind and a vibrant streak, sending several petrified traders toppling over each other in its wake. It was gone as quickly as it'd come.

But Volo's work was just getting started.

The Mecha

@_gaige_:

"...whoa..." was the first garbled utterance that escaped the speedster's lips as he laid eyes on the mechas from afar. His body crackled with scarlet power, his fingers tingling with the speed of vibration. A yellow cowl was drawn over his muddled visage, his bright red gaze fixed on the pink powersuit firing upon the Renegade's own mech.

This music is truly awful.

Not that her theme song was important to the mission, but still! If she was going to force them to listen to a theme during her heroics, it could've at least been something good! Kids this era.

"Renegade," Chris spoke into his coms as the air was doused in a chemical cloud preliminary to another, more forceful detonation that forced him to avert his eyes as its power ruptured the air, producing a shockwave that fragmented windows and panes in the vicinity, "how powerful is that robot of yours? A hero with a power suit just barreled in and I am not in a rush to engage."

@pre-mortem: @_gaige_: @dreadstroke:

At that moment Red Mask on one of his advanced motorbikes, Darkwing, and four Blue Bloods dropped off of the sides of buildings sending hell-fire at the mecha (@_gaige_) Red Mask sent a particle beam from his rifle, a very dangerous and powerful weapon and one he was glad he made. Darkwing sent well placed armor piercing rounds aimed at the points which should lead into where any fuel cells were. Two of the Blue Bloods were firing rockets while the other two sent anti-tank grenades at its feet.

From strategically placed locations on the rooftops four cloaked Blue Bloods waited in groups of two. One to keep watch and the other to prepare for battle. They waited, rifles, rockets, grenades, and Target Locking Acid canisters, ready for any word.

Set up before the battle even begun were five individual bombs placed on five separate buildings. Each had pressure, temperature, and movement sensors, and would go off if any of them were activated or tampered with. They would also go off if they stopped receiving signals from the detonators on Darkwing's belt and in Red Mask's jacket. Since both were emp resistant they would be a hassle to prevent going off if Jason decided to use them as a threat.

While all this was going on, John Mathews in Spy Master uniform watched from a distance cloaked with two more Blue Bloods. They were there to make sure if anything went wrong help would be on the way immediately.

@dreadstroke: @jason_ford: @_gaige_:

The Black Mamba was struck with the for force of the Mjolnir's blast, though the quadrupedal Coil Gun configuration was rooted to the floor, and did not move. Its build, made from Aetherium, made it hard to destroy, but a continued assault of that kind could damage it permanently. The cannon swung towards the gamer's met, green targeting trackers pointing at the visible pilot inside, and it fired a metal slug at an incredibly high speed, worth the intent of penetrating the meter and killing the pilot instantly.

High above, firing on the crowd indiscriminately, the Aetherium Assassin pressed a hand to his ear and addressed Volo. "It's tough. I'll manage, and Ford is running interference. You keep doing what you're doing, the rest of NYC's cape squad is sure to show up soon." He disconnected with a static crackle, and resumed his grisly work, occasionally firing the Fluid Grapnel and moving to another platform to make a harder target for any snipers. At this rate, this entire place is going to be swimming in blood, he thought. Already, the walls were smeared, as traders were blown apart by the force of his shots, or trampled by the Argonaut as it moved to fire again.

@jason_ford: @dreadstroke: @pre-mortem:

Sensors briefly picked up on an arrival from the flanking position nothing one second there the next. A speedster who thankfully wasn't interested in engaging her by the looks of it. Hopefully some other hero would remove what Lizzy would now dub the mustard stain of crime. She wasn't caught up on names of notorious figures outside of a small handful so her made up ones would have to do. To land a hit on a speedster shed have to likely pepper in more ordinance then she'd like. Meanwhile his own blows could be cataclysmic, the short version speedsters the gear head found to be god damn terifying on either end. The other party members though Gaige was willing to take on. With entrance made a series of drones sprung from the Mjolnir the self Onix defensive drones she'd designed.

Seven in total they sprung up a series of hexagonal grid shaped force fields around the mecha the robots a series of hovering squid like designs. Projecting a shield of plasma the slug hit the drone shield and was disintegrated by the clash of blazing heat. Molten slag splashed upon the drone as the shield went down. Force of the impact to much for the shield to endure. That drone would retreat behind its shield casting brothers to recharge. As the other drones moved to defend against the gang based attack. Rockets grenades and bullets all struck the shields rather harmlessly, the particle cannon however similarly dropped a shield. More energy based there wasn't any structural damage to the drone but it to would need to recharge for a moment. However she now had the two dominating opponents she need to worry about.

Locking on targets, those being the canon user and the mobile assault platform a trio of rockets sprung from the shoulders of the blossom colored mech. Four would venture toward the vehicle targeting two legs, the front of the cannon and the cannons base. Intention being to get the rapid expanding explosion into the leg joints, cannon opening and the servos that'd allow the barrel to turn. FAE explosives once more put into use two more of them went toward the red masked cannon user and any thugs unfortunate enough to be near him. Against organic opponents these rounds were even worse. She probably wouldn't of even used the rockets if not for the fact the buildings and streets surrounding were quick to evacuate enough to make it safe to use. Such rockets could rack up quick collateral but she could use them now so she would. FAE blasts create a partial oxygen vacuum that in most cases will kill and maim in a variety of ways, often even be surpassing body armor or hard cover. The pressure generated by these FAE amounts to four hundred twenty seven pounds per square inch for comparison, regular air pressure is fourteen pounds per square inch. Victims near the center of the blast radius would often be crushed to death. Provided one survives or is far enough the overpressure can break bones, dislocate eyes, cause internal hemorrhaging, and rupture eardrums and a variety of internal organs. As a fuel air explosion it also sucks the air out of victims’ lungs, possibly causing them to collapse, and die by suffocation.

FInally to provide suppressive fire and with any luck mow down the additional gang members while stacking damage on the turret and red masked criminal Gaige brought what she called the Unreal Killzone. Arm mounted Vulcan Cannons. Firing 20 mm rounds at an extremely high rate of 6,000 rounds per minute, or a hundred per second the sheer volume of these shells could inflict massive damage even with basic ammunition. Her bullet of choice however, a semi-armor-piercing high-explosive incendiary (SAPHEI) round, with a muzzle velocity of 3,450 feet per second and its volatile discharge it was more an anti vehicle weapon then something to use on humans. Raised in the hardness of Gothic however she didn't flinch at the thought of her extremely violent heroics.

@dreadstroke@_gaige_@pre-mortem@jason_ford

It was supposed to be a nice day with no worries.

Just him alone in his brilliant research of the cities spirit society of pets. Studying the afterlife of domestic cats and dogs, happily examining our never forgotten furred friends in the streets of New York. They purred and barked as he pet and treated our asleep companions that played in the afterlife. Only him and the trained eye could see their heavenly plane, it could only be explained as happy. Without lingering into their minds, he wasn't even sure they knew they were dead, their instincts still behaved as if they were still alive.

But one sign gave it all away.

It was lament. The cloudy howls of canines across the entire metro mourned the recently deceased. New York was under attack. The deathly song echoed in his telepathic mind, the suddenness of it was chilling and bloomed the eagerness of his craved persona. Monreau truly felt the distress of these animals. Anyone with the faintest sense of the spirit world would have felt it. Many beings were distressed, the unforeseen rumbles of the city flagged him towards the growing screams of civilians, It was something only a human would ever have the stomach capacity to perform. TzHaar shall put a stop to this.

A duty that came to him and many others, hearing the cries of those preyed on by villainy was eerie and degrading. This was to be no extracurricular activity that he would usually perform, the forces that was present were too diabolic to be a daily feat of stopping petty thieves and bandits. It was truly disturbing and it must be stopped at this very instant. Quickly morphing his appearance of a bubble head professor, the mist gobbled his business attire and transformed into the heroic costume of TzHaar.

Moments as the action started, a telepathic voice roared with a thick french accent. Cast out to those willing to fight and the villains that orchestrated the public attack.

"I am the great and wonderful TzHaar! If you hear my might, then your soul has succumbed to my greatness. I am merciful, but only once I warn you."

Suddenly appearing on the rooftops above and the streets below that quarreled with the armed criminals."Surrender now or face your darkest fears." His voice emitted from multiple directions, five instantaneous figures that looked exactly liked him stood as titans and overshadowed their minds. Believing the sentries to be the grand height of twelve feet.

But, that's if they believed the grand wizards sorcery. Belief is a powerful thing that the supernatural took advantage of. Deceiving their sense of touch, hearing and sight, the illusions would actually become colossal physical beings in their minds that they would combat. In actuality there was only one TzHaar and out of the five titans he was neither of them, he wasn't a giant nor was he a wizard yet. It was all a telepathic trick that the Ectoplasmic man had devised as an illusion to distract them from what mattered most.

The True TzHaar was inside

He spoke only to those that needed help "Come civilians, to me now" Cloak widening across the room with shape shifting gateways and mist vacuuming the survivors into Ectoplasmic portals that led them to safety.

@dreadstroke: @_gaige_: @pre-mortem: @tzhaar

Seven in total they sprung up a series of hexagonal grid shaped force fields around the mecha the robots a series of hovering squid like designs. Projecting a shield of plasma the slug hit the drone shield and was disintegrated by the clash of blazing heat. Molten slag splashed upon the drone as the shield went down. Force of the impact to much for the shield to endure. That drone would retreat behind its shield casting brothers to recharge. As the other drones moved to defend against the gang based attack. Rockets grenades and bullets all struck the shields rather harmlessly, the particle cannon however similarly dropped a shield. More energy based there wasn't any structural damage to the drone but it to would need to recharge for a moment. However she now had the two dominating opponents she need to worry about.

Locking on targets, those being the canon user and the mobile assault platform a trio of rockets sprung from the shoulders of the blossom colored mech. Four would venture toward the vehicle targeting two legs, the front of the cannon and the cannons base. Intention being to get the rapid expanding explosion into the leg joints, cannon opening and the servos that'd allow the barrel to turn. FAE explosives once more put into use two more of them went toward the red masked cannon user and any thugs unfortunate enough to be near him. Against organic opponents these rounds were even worse. She probably wouldn't of even used the rockets if not for the fact the buildings and streets surrounding were quick to evacuate enough to make it safe to use. Such rockets could rack up quick collateral but she could use them now so she would. FAE blasts create a partial oxygen vacuum that in most cases will kill and maim in a variety of ways, often even be surpassing body armor or hard cover. The pressure generated by these FAE amounts to four hundred twenty seven pounds per square inch for comparison, regular air pressure is fourteen pounds per square inch. Victims near the center of the blast radius would often be crushed to death. Provided one survives or is far enough the overpressure can break bones, dislocate eyes, cause internal hemorrhaging, and rupture eardrums and a variety of internal organs. As a fuel air explosion it also sucks the air out of victims’ lungs, possibly causing them to collapse, and die by suffocation.

Red Mask saw it coming but only barely. He instantly hit the gas on his motorcycle shooting at the FAE explosives with the particle beam rifle. Considering the speed of the weapon even most speedsters would have trouble dodging it and its sheer power should set the explosives off early and if not force them backwards or off course if they somehow survived the devastating hit.

FInally to provide suppressive fire and with any luck mow down the additional gang members while stacking damage on the turret and red masked criminal Gaige brought what she called the Unreal Killzone. Arm mounted Vulcan Cannons. Firing 20 mm rounds at an extremely high rate of 6,000 rounds per minute, or a hundred per second the sheer volume of these shells could inflict massive damage even with basic ammunition. Her bullet of choice however, a semi-armor-piercing high-explosive incendiary (SAPHEI) round, with a muzzle velocity of 3,450 feet per second and its volatile discharge it was more an anti vehicle weapon then something to use on humans. Raised in the hardness of Gothic however she didn't flinch at the thought of her extremely violent heroics.

The rounds were far more than even the military level armor that the Blue Bloods usually wore. They were only fortunate enough they had highly enhanced healing and speed. They ran and moved with incredible agility to avoid the heavy weaponry. Nevertheless two of them were unfortunate enough to end up getting hit repeatedly and while it didn't kill or cause them pain it made it extremely difficult to move as one of them had a stomach ripped open and the other had a nearly blown off arm.

In retaliation Darkwing made his move. Leaping from wall to wall with his inhuman speed and grace he made his way towards her machine to send a canister of the Target Locking Acid against the rockets to eat away at their materials. The acid was extremely fast and potent enough to eat adamantium. Of course it did have some drawbacks but they were easily worth it. Of course there was always the possibility something would happen to stop it.

Moments as the action started, a telepathic voice roared with a thick french accent. Cast out to those willing to fight and the villains that orchestrated the public attack.

"I am the great and wonderful TzHaar! If you hear my might, then your soul has succumbed to my greatness. I am merciful, but only once I warn you."

Suddenly appearing on the rooftops above and the streets below that quarreled with the armed criminals."Surrender now or face your darkest fears." His voice emitted from multiple directions, five instantaneous figures that looked exactly liked him stood as titans and overshadowed their minds. Believing the sentries to be the grand height of twelve feet.

But, that's if they believed the grand wizards sorcery. Belief is a powerful thing that the supernatural took advantage of. Deceiving their sense of touch, hearing and sight, the illusions would actually become colossal physical beings in their minds that they would combat. In actuality there was only one TzHaar and out of the five titans he was neither of them, he wasn't a giant nor was he a wizard yet. It was all a telepathic trick that the Ectoplasmic man had devised as an illusion to distract them from what mattered most.

The True TzHaar was inside

He spoke only to those that needed help "Come civilians, to me now" Cloak widening across the room with shape shifting gateways and mist vacuuming the survivors into Ectoplasmic portals that led them to safety.

Blue Bloods had a high resistance to telepathic intrusion or manipulation. It was for this reason they didn't actually see the illusions. However while they heard the voices, they were not utterly immune, they had no ways of acting about it. And thus some confusion arose, but they were all professionals and did not intend to trip up because there was another mage in the area, even if they had enough trouble with one from Gothic.

Jason however, was a bit different. He knew something was wrong with the voice and he partially saw the illusions. However the intense pain he felt made it extremely difficult for things like that to work on him. It did however cause some confusion for him as well. He assumed that these occurrences meant a few possible things, holograms, light manipulation, magic, or telepathy. He was leaning on the side of magic but telepathy was a close second. However neither of this assisted him in fashioning a defense yet.

@pre-mortem: @jason_ford: @tzhaar:

The cerebral charmer had apeared on the scene, but it didnt look like his magic was enough on its own. The gang was well prepared and an attack was heading once more the pink juggernaut's way. Though it may not of been the best approach to a machine of war.

First came the rockets one was dodged another shot out of the air. However the particle cannon while able to stop the rocket's flight would still excite the chemical components into their furious detonation. And while the rocket may have hit asphalt it would still discharge. And the radius of these explosives was highly volatile. A massive and long-lasting explosion the lethal heat. It would spread wide radius of roughly two hundred by three hundred meters. Add to that the overpressure created by sudden combustion of the air and you really didn't need a direct hit. As another projectile left the Mjolnir's shoulders the acrobatic thug jumped her way. "Fraggin noob" Lizzy taunted, although she was super jealous of the dexterity of the superhuman opponent.

Boost systems sent the mech down the road a bit as the leaping assassin tried to get close. Cars rocked from the sudden movement of the machine, but Gaige refused to be caught in her own explosive blast gaining distance and her drones covering the rest of the explosive force. Although far from an average throw, it was still not comparable to an actual rocket propelled projectile. Not to mention the desire to close proximity that made it even worse a scenario. Rockets moved faster then thrown items the acid hit the rocket, but the rocket dissolving would be closer to the midair pitcher just by the laws of the world. And while the rocket dissolved probably less then a second after it was hit it didn't change the chemical composition that turned the air into a fiery detonation. Acid ate the shell of the FAE as it tried to draw near to the leaping figure, and then the rocket exploded shattering glass around the streets and setting ablaze the very oxygen. Knowing how dexterous her opponent was from his leaping and jumping to get here however the gamer readied a different ammo set.

As the acid tossing gangster adjusted to the sky bound inferno Gaige sought to capitalize on the disorienting scene. Be he burning or evading his focus would be divided and now was a fitting time for a particular gadget. Her bullets were a one time use with this piece of tech. By the time the bullet impacted the casing was destroyed beyond repair. Either they hit something of a containable size and captured it and broke. Or they hit something to big and broke. She had loaded and began to fire at the acid slinger what she dubbed "slipspace" rounds. To contain her various drones, ammo and so on Lizzy had mastered the technology crafted by a villain of Gothic named Sarah Mania, and Lizzy had even managed to weaponize it. Each bullet, still able to empty a hundred shells in a second, sought to capture the close range attacker in a pocket dimension. With any luck shed have a prisoner and a bargaining chip against these militant robbers.

@pre-mortem: @tzhaar: @_gaige_:

(OOC: Umm. Was I supposed to be next to reply? Because there's still the matter of TzHaar effecting everyone else.)

@jason_ford: I don't even know anymore. I'll post something sometime, I guess :P

@jean_knightfall: (Ok, thanks!)

We can just say Gaige won if ya want and the badies went home :P I don't mind winning

"Shit," spat the Renegade Remnant. He hadn't counted on a teleporter being present, but that was the least of his concerns. The rest of his small tea was trying to deal with the mecha, and his Argonaut was being damaged.

His mind shifted gears, and he began thinking tactically. Reaching down to his belt, he unclipped a small weapon that had hung there for a while, alongside the rest of his equipment. Addressing his team through a closed communications channel, he instructed "Get a gas mask on, and quickly." He adjusted his own, intent on surviving his own next attack, and fired the small grenade launcher.

The projectile was aimed at TzHaar, and not only had a large amount of explosive power, but was also loaded with a horrifying and deadly toxin known colloquially as mustard gas. He intended to fire it through the man's portal, and kill everyone attempting to flee that way. With a practiced motion, he clipped the weapon back onto his belt, and spoke into another channel, this time addressing the Aetherium Argonaut. "Initiate Milwaukee Protocol." Moments after he spoke, the machine transformed from it's Coil Gun formation into a car once more, and swerved from its stationary position towards a wall. It crashed through, and Pre-Mortem followed suit, firing his rifle at the window he was perched in front of, and launching his Fluid Grapnel out, swinging from the wrist-mounted device out of the NYSE. He landed next to the Black Mamba, and a door opened for him. "We're bugging out, people. Finish up what you're doing, kill whoever's in front of you, and meet at the rendezvous point in 0300 hours. Good luck."

@tzhaar: @_gaige_: @pre-mortem:

"Rendezvous!" Was the only word Red Mask said as he suddenly got thrown through the air, he used his motorcycle to take most of the hit and his mask already contained an oxygen supply ready to go. He slammed into a wall and knew very well he probably damaged something. His suit took an incredibly amount of the damage away because of its durability but there was always some left. The suit appeared undamaged and he was safe enough to get out, but he intended on checking his organs later. He could survive crazy things for some reason, but it was best to be sure.

The Blue Bloods shot away at incredible speeds as more rockets seemed to come their way. They were practically un killable but that didn't mean they wouldn't sustain temporary damage. Two of them needed to be hauled away fast and one was holding his own leg in hand as they vanished away.

Arnold wasn't having a great time either. His suit could easily take much of the damage like Jasons did but there was always the force. He was fast and began dodging bullets, but he wasn't that fast. Despite his incredibly feat of skill, prediction, and the things he threw in the way, one finally hit him drawing him into whatever pocket dimension it was they would send him. This went unexpectedly bad for him.