Crimes Of The Past.
Four black cars pulled up to the Hall Of Congress, as the tries slowed to a stop a finely dressed man exited the car, His hair had a ginger shade to it and his green eyes seemed to echo years of pain and heart ache that had lead up to this moment. Four assistants ran to his side offering him advice and pieces of paper with numbers on them. He lifted a scared hand and waved them away, each step was a task to him as he climbed; his limp body was almost destroyed over three years ago by a man calling himself a hero. Four large scars ran down his face and under that fine black suit the rest of his body was covered in scars and burns. He kept a constant supply of pills at arm’s length. He was once a solider for the British S.A.S and moved to America over nine years ago with his family, Starting DARE ENTERPISES shortly after his disfigurement, his company was the leading cleanup operation around the world, After a fight with super heroes and villains he would come in and tend to the properties and damaged life’s as best he could. Do you know how many insurance companies offer cover for super hero related damage one DARE and today if this bill was to pass it would change the face of America as we know it, perhaps a stepping stone towards a better future for all humanity.
Two assistants directed him down the marble corridors until he was face to face with two giant doors that would lead into a world beyond his scope, where free men voted on the future of a country and others made profit. As the doors opened he tried to smile past the pain and place that fake smile he had come accustomed to upon his face. Congress was different from the movies of men bursting in the doors and claiming their rights, it was a lot of back hands and shady deals before you even entered the room and when you entered you where instantly face to face with every seat, all their beady little eyes were sitting square upon you as you walked into the lime light, as he did struggling to keep up his play with power over the pain inside. As he reached the front he took his seat in front of the three most powerful people in this room at the moment, Outside you would pass them in the street but in here they where the center of everyone’s eyes and they controlled this room with an iron stare rather than a rod. “Mr Dare you have come to speak about the Sentinel Project, Please in your own time explains the need for this bill”. Looking up between his brows Dare smiled “Because Americans are not safe on their own streets, we fight a war that we are not even aware of and we have no way of defending against it.” His words confused everyone and he knew they would, he had the seat now so to speak, it was his time to hold the floor to ransom and they would have to listen, this was just the start!
“For years we have looked to the skies to be saved from the so called villains of this world, But what happens in the midst of battle to civilians, who cares for the people with no powers after this so called battle takes place” He stopped as if waiting for a answer “No one, Are streets have been filling with the blood of Americans since the first man could leap the tallest building or fly high in the clouds” he was now in full swing using hand gestures to reinsure his listeners and eye contact to build their confidence. He was in his element and they all listened with eager ears “But we have tried to police them with the registration act and yes that to an extent has worked to deal with their training. But still this last year alone injuries by super battles has been more then two thousand five hundred, In the last three years it has been over a hundred thousand and then there is the death count which reaches is slightly less but none the less just as freighting!” taking a moment to steady himself “And then there is the cost, we spend easily over 48 billion per quarter on law suits, property repair, registration and the list goes on…. Not to mention the damage it does on a emotional level, I met a young gentleman who had just came back from Afghanistan, her fought for this country and during the events of a blundered raid by Ice on the VV building in New York, he lost a leg and use of one of his arms. Discharged with out a medical pension he now lives of the state, this is how we treat our real heroes. Recently an attack by a known hero left more then twenty dead at one of this very government’s facility, where do we draw a line and realize these are not heroes but thugs in costume” Yet again he stopped and turned from the main desk to look at them all, his way of twisting the table. “What I am here for today is to offer us a chance to police the un-policed, A cost effective way to ensure our streets and children are safe and if all else we can prevent loss of life and harm to the American people.”
Turning back to face the bench he asked them all to turn to page forty four in the two hundred page document they had all been asked to bring to the meeting “As you can see this clearly shows the blue print for mechanized peace keeper, we have come to call it the sentinel, It amour is nine sheets of pure adaumantium, supplied by Dare Enterprises at no extra cost to the government, It weapons are of a classified nature but all the sentinels are built for one purpose, to serve and protect like the real heroes who fight on the front line, or dawn a blue suit and a badge on the way to work not having bullet proof skin to make them over cocky, These machines will be piloted by highly trained law enforcement, not army or a special ops team but police men on the beat, The up keep of the mechs are extremely low, much less then the day to day cost of law suits. What I am suggesting is a cost effective and efficient way to deal with the threat knocking at our door, we can no longer ignore this” he let out a cough and his two aids ran to his side, lifting a hand he waved them away and stood “Before the people of the world start noticing and we are labelled as the bad ones who ignored the chance to create peace out of turmoil.”
Walking slowly back to his seat a few small claps began to fill the hall, he had some support but was it enough, The chairman stood his white hair seemed almost noble in this light “Mr Dare thank you for that powerful speech, we have all the information and will vote in twenty four hours, we need time to think on this matter. It is not an easy task to police the people who only wish to help us, but as you said where is the line. You will hear of the outcome” they broke for lunch and Dare stood his aids running to his side, but he ignored them he knew what was about to happen he had planned it and only him and one other man knew of the outcome of this day. Standing on the white stone stairs that lead to this building of hope he fell, the bullet had past between his eyes and now covered those white steps in a mix of dark red and white skull as he fell he smiled knowing with this one action this bill would be passed. His body lay limp as a women’s scream seemed to carry over the rest of the coward, the shooter left his point and vanished into the night, not knowing what he had just helped achieve.
24 hours later the Sentinel Project is past, within two hours of that the first sentinels where policing. (This is where we start) Any hero who is unregistered is being collect by the Sentinel’s and any Registered are now under constant super vision by a small team of them.
Sentinels are NPC, but they are bad ass, basically one could take on Lst Padalin and win; do not just kill them with one hit.
This is cannon RP and you can only use one account unless cleared by Sovereign Son, Gambler, and Esther. Andy or Kurrent. Please use one main account and stick to it.
Normal Rules Apply.
Just moments ago the alien gladiator, entered earth atmosphere. The space capsule was now hovering, ten feet over the agile planet know as earth. The air vents ventilated the compressed oxygen and replaced it with the new as the capsule opened its release pod. The alien invader had come out of his curled state, and stretched out his seven foot two body while landing. His high-tech gear had protected the extraterrestrial warrior. Calling this equipment state-of-the-art was a major understatement. The capsule didn’t exit the earth’s atmosphere instead it transformed. It altered itself into a large two-handed axe. It slowly drifted down to him, as he clutched it between his mighty fists. He had not entered this territory, before but its eerie stench warned him of new mutiny. As monarch of the Neogladiators, it was his position to find a new food source for his cannibalistic race. He had rumor of mutants and humans, and surely they sound like a meal of satisfaction.
The bright sun glimmered immaculately off his polished armor, as he stepped into the city street. The cars honked furiously at his action; apparently they had seen things like him so they gave in no dreadful panic to his arrival. They had much to learn. He smashed the rod side of his axe, into the ground drowning the power from their vehicles. The energy could be seeing flowing up to the blade of the axe. He commenced to examine the flesh full race, from head to toe. He was amazed at the things he saw, the large plump creatures. They would certainly be that of a feast. He decided to take a suited man as his first victim, you could never be sure how good something taste until you try it yourself. He pursued the humanoid, trying no to consume him public. He didn’t want to startle the humble citizens.
As he stalked behind the man, he could feel a slight flame of heat over his neck. He glanced up, a robotic figure hovered above him talking in words he did not understand “Unidentified. Figure is not registered. Proceed with evasive action.” He may not have understood but it certainly didn’t sound. The machine extended its arm, at the space invader and opened its palm. With in a matter of seconds a small missile was moving towards him. He stood there laughing waiting before the impact, but his armor told him otherwise. “Missile small but powerful. Evade at all cost.” It said but in the language of his home planet. He was too late, his boastful personality had got him stuck. The rocket exploded directly at his shoulder, sending him crashing into the window of diner. He shook off the pain and stood. He winked at a little boy and licked his lips before, proceeding to the android. The machine had token flight, and Kado was doing the same.
The Nitrous shot from his futuristic boot, sending him face to face with mecha. He stared into the eyes of the sentinel, he found no emotion. That confirmed that this was machine. In his left hand he held the axe, in his right hand he held nothing. Too even the odds, his right hand began to increase in armor, making it twice the size it was before. He sent a wire crushing blow to the jaw of the sentinel. However the robot was not, slow its reaction was faster than the original blow. Kado summersault through the sky, slamming the blunt side of the axe into the chest of the scrap metal. “Ker Du Veu Timo Rancor ro passio ut zeal.” The language slowly left Kado’s mouth, in translation ‘Dare you fight to lose, for I rein neither hatred or love but power.”
It had been several hours since the World wide broadcast of Mr. Dare’s assassination on the steps of the Congressional Building. The multi billion dollar business tycoon was leaving after having gone before a Senate Sub Committee in hopes of passing a legislative bill to enact the Sentinel Project. With his death on full display it was only a matter of time before public outcry demanded something be done. So Congress passed the bill in hopes of avoiding a political sh!t storm. Manufacturing was already underway long before Mr. Dare’s trip to Washington and within hours of his death the first line of Sentinels were activated and patrolling the streets.
Meanwhile over in France Prime Minister LeBeau had watched the entire proceedings on closed circuit television. His mind whirling with ideas about the present and future World this new bill would usher in. Registered heroes would be monitored like common criminals while un-registered heroes would find no place to hide. Everything they had fought against during the Civil War was now being forced upon them in a way no one could have foreseen. As the self proclaimed King of King’s sat in his office, a troubled brow upon his face, he suddenly twirled around in his chair before rising up like a rocket on lift off. “Ms. Debauy come with me” he said as he walked past his secretaries desk. “What is it Mr. LeBeau?” she questioned. “I want you to call an emergency press conference and I want it set up 20mins ago.”
Without questioning his word the young woman rushed back to her desk immediately flipping through her rolodex before grabbing the phone. Every major news organization in , as well as those with foreign correspondents, were being advised of the Prime Minister’s upcoming speech. Each one was instructed to arrive at ’s prestige’s military harbor in the South of France ready to show full press credentials and identification. As always Gambler wanted the event to be a theatrical one, one that would leave a lasting impression on the viewing public. And on the deck of ’s premier nuclear powered Aircraft Carrier was the perfect sitting for such an event.
Security was more then overbearing as the Prime Minister and his family arrived. Members of the Republican Guard as well as members of the cabinet were all in attendance waiting to see what Gambler had to say. Lights began to flash as the stylishly dressed Prime Minister stepped to the podium, his charming smile and confident stance on full display. “Ladies and Gentlemen, members of dee press, and dee millions watching at home, welcome and thank you for attending. By now you’ve all heard of ’s new legislation to govern those of use who are somewhat……different.” He said, pausing for affect. “Of course, they’ve wrapped it in a blanket of national security and dressed it up with soothing language such as, Protection, Helpful, Your Best Interest, and so on and so forth. But let me tell you what it really is. Fear, Racism, and Control. It is no secret dat years ago I in fact initiated dee Registration Act. But for dee purpose of understanding, for the purpose of training those who so valiantly lay their lives on the line so dat we may sleep soundly at night. What it has become now is a perversion of its former self. Dhey want to track those of you who only want to help us, those of you who are slightly different. They want to punish you because they fear you. My follow countrymen I stand before you now not as your Prime Minister, but as a mutant. A mutant who dat if he still lived in would be watched, videotaped, followed, and harassed simply because of dee way I was born and what I can do.”
The media watched as Gambler preached on about the new Sentinel act. Completely unaware of his manipulation of the facts and half truths. That’s the danger of the devil, he speaks with a forked tongue mixing lies with facts, smiling the entire time he spins you a hand crafted masterpiece, of bullsh!t.
“Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land, a nagging fear that 's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation will suffer for it. So I come here today to announce that will welcome any Super from with open arms. We will embrace our brothers and sisters and forge a new legacy free of a Sentinel regime that wishes to enslave and imprison us. Together we will build a nation of Supers, united against a common foe…….America.”
was the first country to come forward in open defiance of the recently past bill. Offering asylum to any and all who sought refuge. Dark times lie ahead for France, and the World.
Samuel walked into the room feeling the stares of hatred that fell upon him. He walked to the bar and asked for a beer, the bartender ignored him. After a few minutes he asked again and again the same result. Finally he stood up and screamed at the bar tender, "HEY I ASKED FOR A D@MNED BEER!!!" The bar tender turned around and looked at Samuel with a smug look. The man was short and fat, he had very little hair on his head and he looked somewhat greasy. The stout little man reached under the bar and held his hand there for a minute before saying, We don't serve your kind here. NOW GET!! Samuel gritted his teeth and as thoughts of grabbing his guns and cutting down everyman in this room but he knew he could never do that, not only would it worsen the situation that supers were already in but the guilt would be to much for him. He was a hero and that was something a hero didn't do. He turned around and mumbled under his breath as he began to leave, he was attentive as he knew the bartender had been holding onto a shotgun. The gun couldn't hurt him but it would cause a big problem.
As Samuel walked down the street to his own apartment he thought about making a quick stop at the veritas base which was only moved a few miles away from loners night club, but he changed his mind and decided to go home. When he got there he noticed the door to his apartment hanging slightly open. He pulled out one of his guns and slowly began to walk up to the door. He slid his foot in the doorway and began to push the door open and look inside. He saw graffiti all over the main wall. once he got all the way into the apartment he looked down the hallway and saw the culprit. He slowly and quitely put the gun away and shouted, "Hey What the h3ll do you think your doing!?" The boy spun around with a look of pure fear printed on his face. The boy bolted away around the corner. Samuel dashed after him and kicked in his bedroom door only to see the boy trying to escape out the window. Samuel grabbed the boy by his shirt tail and pulled him back into the building. The boy screamed and kicked at Samuel as he was dragged back into the house. Samuel put the in a head lock and waited for him to calm down. After a few minutes of kicking and screaming he looked down at the boy. He didn't know what to say, he dragged the boy out the door and threw him down. He closed the door and went to look at the damage. All across the walls were words like FREAK!, LEAVE WANNA BE HERO!, REGISTER!, and the uncompleted word was to smeared around to make out. Samuel banged his head against the wall and turned around and sat down on the couch. He turned of the TV and flipped through the channels. He stopped at the live coverage of the tycoon Mr. Dare leaving the congress building. Samuel watched in shock as a bullet was planted right between the eyes of Mr. Dare. Blood shot out from his body as he fell to the steps he had just been walking on, some of the camera men jumped back in disgust while others rushed to the body in order to get the best look at the body. Samuel didn't know what to think, sure he didn't like the guy because of his beliefs and his plan he was trying to get passed but no one deserved to be robbed of their life, no matter how short it would have been anyway.
Samuel stood up as some one knocked on the door, he walked over to the window and looked out to see who it was. It was a police officer. Samuel walked over to the door and opened it...."Evening officer something I can help you with?" The officer glared at Samuel, by the way he looked at Samuel one would think that Samuel had killed the president, or been one of the people who planned and participated in the attack on New York. The officer began to speak but he still stared at Samuel with a look as if Samuel was dead then his problems would be solved. Yea there is a problem you d@mned super! You assulted my neighbors son. Your lucky I don't lock your @$$ up, and are those guns registered?! The officer began to turn red with anger. Samuel sighed and began to reach into his back pocket to get his registration card, but before he could the officer pulled his weapon and began to shout.....Hold it right there super. I ain't stupid. Your not gonna pull any thing on me now show me your hands....NOW!! Samuel grabbed the registration card and showed the officer his hands. This bugged Samuel, he knew if he wasn't a super none of this would be going on. The officer ripped the card from Samuel's hand and looked over it before tossing it to the floor of Samuel's apartment along with a ticket. I better not hear of anything else from you super or I'll lock you up. Samuel closed the door as the officer walked away. He picked up the ticket crumpled it up before tossing it down. He knew the officer would turn him in and he needed to be ready. He decided to spend one last night in the apartment and rest.
The next morning he turned on the TV and went into the kitchen to fix himself some breakfest. The TV was still on the same channel as last night and the news was on again......."Our top story today, the bill propsed to congress by the late Mr. Dare yesterday has been passed. The location of the following supers are being hunted now.....Samuel zoned out as he thought back three months ago to the speech given by the leader of Ice. "I bet he never saw this comming." Suddenly Samuel was brought back when he heard...."....Day Hunter....." Samuels eyes widened, he knew the officer from last night would report him quickly but he didn't expect it to be until later this evening. He heard something crash outside and he instantly knew...."SH1T!!!!" Was all he could think as he ran to grab his bag. He ran out the back door and his eyes widened as he looked upon a sentinal. The head of the sentinal looked down, Samuel froze as the giant machine brought one of his hands over top of him. The shadow that was being cast went on for a couple of blocks as the giant machine's hand began to glow. Samuel leaped forward and landed between the legs of the machine just as the blast shot through the ground creating a huge crater. Samuel didn't want to fight, not here, not where citizens could be hurt. Samuel ran as fast as he could as the machine turned around. His wings shot out of his back and he tried to take flight, and he nearly didn't make it as the machine slapped at Samuel. Just as Samuel steadied himself so he could fly away the machine brought another hand up and smacked Samuel sending him flying. He was thrown 2 city blocks. He smashed into a building nearly going through the wall. Samuel fell to the ground as bricks broke free and colasped ontop of Samuel. In a matter of minutes he was buried under a pile of debrie. The sentinal flew across the sky not noticing Samuel under the pile. After a half an hour Samuel dug himself out of the pile. Three of his ribs had been snanpped on impact, and one of his hands were broke. He dragged himself over and leaned against the building across from the one that he had been thrown into. A few splinters of bone could be seen through the skin of his broken hand as he lifted it to make sure his communicator was still working. He stood up and looked around. He looked up saw that he was outside of a clothing store. He held his side in pain as he walked. His hand was already close to being completely healed. He knew that his ribs would be healed in an hour or so as well. He wiped the blood from his upper lip and walked into the building. He grabbed a long black trench coat and a hat that would cover his face. He laid a couple of hundred dollar bills on the bench and snuck back out of the back door. He was going to fly to the base but decided it would draw to much attention...so he would have to walk. An hour walk from where he was at..."Well at least I'll be all healed up by then." He began to walk down the rode in the direction of the new team base being cautious so that no one would identify him.
Nitric stood to the back of the room while Gambler made his speech. Politics bored him, but he knew what he believed in, and it couldn't have been worded better than what he was hearing from his leader. Smiling and applauding when called for, he was nothing more than another face in the crowd, knowing full well that Gambler was more than protected by his guards, but still on edge in case anything out of the ordinary might happen. He hadn't known him for to long, but Chase had already grown to look up to this man greatly, and wasn't going to let anything happen to him without getting in the way first.
Letting his mind wander ever so slightly, Chase remembered back on his first days with the Fifth Republic of France, and how shocked he was that he must have impressed his Prime Minister enough to be named his Chief of Staff. He had been overjoyed about it, but also very nervous. He had taken a couple years of government courses in school, including the advanced placement ones, but Nitric was a fighter above all else, and just hoped he had it in him not to disappoint.
"So I come here today to announce that will welcome any Super from with open arms. We will embrace our brothers and sisters and forge a new legacy free of a Sentinel regime that wishes to enslave and imprison us. Together we will build a nation of Supers, united against a common foe…….America.”
After those words spoken by the Prime Minister, Chase began applauding again, then quickly teleported out of the crowd, and to the opposite end of the Aircraft carrier, letting his feet dangle from the side. He'd give Gambler time for questions and getting settled down, but after all of that, he wanted to congratulate him on the speech, and get started on whatever it is that he could do to help.
Nightwolf wanted to feel the air beneath him, he wanted to be in costume doing what he did best, but he couldn't. He had responsibilities to France to fulfill. As there ambassador to the U.N. Nightwolf had the pleasant job of explaining to every other world leader why his prime minister had just denounced the U.S on national television. "The truth was, it's because he can, but you couldn't tell that to a room full of angry world leaders could you?" Nightwolf thought to himself as he chuckled. No, Nightwolf needed to spin it, make it look good for France, because thats what you did when you worked for Gambler, the greatest super in the world. The truth was, Nightwolf loved it, he was able to do everything he ever could want to do with Gambler and his special squad. Not only did he handle things on a political level, but he got to do what he was put on this earth to do, put on a costume and do acts of superheroics. This thrill was only supplemented by the lack of powers that Nightwolf had. He made up for this however in determination willpower and natuaral ability. Nightwolf began to think how he got into his current role as he walked towards the U.N building.
He had been an assassin in the LaS Gambler and Esthers old team before they took over a nation, but he began to feel the need to better himself to make himself the most perfect human he could be. So to everyone else he fell off the map, but in actuality he was just in Nanda Parbat, engaging in a "Thogal" ritual which was supposed to create the experiance of death and rebirth. It was basically spending about a month in a half in a cave alone. Enough to drive a normal man crazy? Yes, but Nightwolf was by no means a normal man. When he emerged from that cave he was better then ever, he understood everything more clearly. When he returned to France, to the LaS chateaux he was suprised to see that the LaS no longer operated in France, the LaS was France. Well actually the LaS were no more, but all of the major players were now world leaders. When he returned to his masters, Esther and Gambler, he was welcomed back with open arms. He was given a position as the Ambassador to the U.N and still sent out on "missions" when the need be. It was a good life with good people who he cared deeply for. They were his friends, his mentors, and he would do anything for them.
Today, anything was to try to stop a World War from happening. Nightwolf (who was just normal Connor Vassar in here) walked into the U.N with a smile on his face and determination in his eyes. When he arrived in the U.N. meeting room, there was nothing but cold looks for him. This didn't faze Nightwolf at all, he could kill each and every man in this room right now if he wanted to, there dirty looks did nothing to damage his ego.
He began to speak, "Esteemed members of the U.N, most specifically the United States, I have come here to today on behalf of France, it's President and Prime Minister. Earlier today, an act was passed that would create "Sentinal Soldiers" to capture and detain all unregistered supers, later in the day, France's esteemed Prime Minister spoke about his outraged response to the act. I'm here now to prevent this from becoming a world incident. I, and the nation of France, believe that the United States should take no offense to Mr. Lebeau's statements, they were simply meant as an offer of peace and serenity to all U.S born supers, who do not want to be oppressed. He was not by any means insulting the United States itself, simply stating his disagreement with their policy, I sincerely hope that the U.N and the U.S can understand this and not blow it out of proportion. On that note I offer you my thanks for allowing me to speak today and I bid you all farewell." Nightwolf strode out of the building and got into the limo that awaited him.
Once inside the limo, He turned on the TV and awaited the fallout from the speech that he had just given, coupled with his abrubt exit. He opened his briefcase, and pulledout the only thing that really did matter, his costume. Tonight, and in the coming days, people were going to die, and he would make damn sure that he caused the death of all of France's enemies
Watching the television for the one time in many months, I find myself entranced in the egocentric pr!ck known as Mr Dare. His speech upon the world that people like me and mine are the reason why this worlds been tossed into chaos. Some of what he says is true yes, I took great pride in doing what I did to New York and its people but in a sick way I do have morals. Lumping me into a group with the others of my kind just rattles me in ways I cant imagine a normal baseline to do. I stare at the screen as he moves his hands in ways that show he was lying, the baselines were extremely easy to read when they were in front of a camera. They always let their nerves get to them and I could read that he had no intention of leaving any of us alive for too long, and as he stepped down from the podium and walked down the white steps that signified a nations right. The pure white steps were drenched in a crimson mass of blood as it caked the steps. A smile came to my face as I watched as they huddled around his body then a hand stopped the camera that was videotapping and the screen went blank. I stepped up from my chair in front of the television and walked around the main HQ of the VV, sniffing the air for the remnants of my team. The VV were not dead, but they were also not here. I felt the urge to go out and find them all but the thought came to my mind "If they cannont defend themselves now of all times, then they are not fit." know full well that in my mind this was not true. Many of them were a close nit family for me, but they would have to stand themselves up in a fight. And I myself indeeded need to do the same.
24 hours later. His base in Greenland begins to quake an shake with tremors as if something was making its way towards him.
Walking to the monitors the minions began to scurry in the mansion as they saw what took the entire camera frame to show. Three large Sentinels, the cameras scanning the scematics of the beasts they were filled to the brim with weapons to stun and kill. But many of them had the killer weapons on display, the UN knew of my location or at least this location. Outside one spoke in a deep robotic yet human voice "Mutant Class Omega. Darkchild, leader of Vine Villains. This will be the first and only warning, exit the premise and come along without a scene. And you will be given a trial to the fullest of the court systems for a man of your feats."
The robot stood still for a brief moments scanning the grounds his eyes beaming red. And then lifted his goliath arm aiming for the kill, the arm shot a small blast taking out the cameras. Then the door was hit with one shot and it toppled over like a fallen tree landing in front of me. Shrugging I stepped out from the doorway and looked up at the robot
"You really know nothing of my kind do you? You really think I will come along silently and without trouble." Balling my fists I flew into the air at one of them and it screamed "HALT!" As a beam of energy slammed into my chest sending me back towards the ground. My chest burnt with pain as they didnt wait to continue their onslaught of fire, the beams slam into my body with no remorse. Then the lethal weaponry is turned to stun, they wanted me alive for some reason.Anger swelling inside I took flight again slamming a metallic fist into one of the domes of the sentinals, it staggered for a momeny before firing a net at me. The net wrapped around me and began to electrocute me, my system failing quickly I thought that these robots were given exact ways to taking me out. My eyes burned red as I fired a full powered optic blast aiming at the neck of the same one I hit, a large gouge in its neck was shown as my attack faded. I slithered out from the net and continued the onslaught flying over the injured one and behind it grabbing it by the leg an lifting with all my might, it began to topple over down onto me and I slammed my fist into the back of it and it flew at the one next to it. I looked around waiting for the third to attack but it was no where to be seen, then I heard the thunder of its footsteps as a beam slammed into my back sending me flying.
My body soar from the beams, My vision began to become blurry as the stun laser slammed again into me. I saw the third look over at its fallen brothers, the injured one had gone offline from the abuse and one it laid on top of made efforts to get up before its eyes went black. The person controlling them knew that I was labored in my powers. Staring the third one down I stood. My fists glowing with energy preparing for another attack I hovered above the ground "Well they dont make tincans like they used to huh? Guess your boss knew well enough to have you come prepared huh. Auto Piloted right? Hmmm makes killing you damned things less pleasurable." I flew at the third one my fist glowing with magnetic energy as I slammed my fist into it multiple times, it just stood withstanding my punches. The magnetic energy pulling pieces of it off after every punch, it was all too easy then the sound of metal on metal got my attention. The second one finally stood up not wasting any time aiming its hand at me and firing a high level laser beam directly at me, the force behind it was so powerful it pushed me straight through the one I was attacking. I flew through the Sentinals chest landing hard against the rocks on the shoreline. My body bruised an soar I looked up at the final Sentinal and flipped it off before teleporting out of the area leaving my home along with the VV HQ alone. I knew that these things were going to leave it at peace as I was gone, My body throbbed with pain as I finally came out of the teleport. Slamming hard into the ground a large mansion standing in front of me, and the smell of dirty people filled the air and the thought of the one thing I really didnt want to do crepted into my mind. And Genesis spoke up "Well he would serve as a beneficial linch into getting rid of the damned things wouldnt he?" I nodded to him reluctantly "Yes but the last time I saw his annoying accented ass, he said he was going to kill me. And he usually keeps to his word, I find that it would be more annoying to stave his attacks than go to him for .....help." Darkchild could smell that the man was not at the present location. So Darkchild stood up only to sit down on the front steps of the mansion, looking out to the drive way and waiting "I really do wish he doesnt hit me with that damn staff again, last time i couldnt hear for a month. Plus it just stung like a bitch." the flag of France blew in the wind above Darkchild as he sat on the front steps waiting for the man of the hour.....Gambler.
Richmond, Virginia
In a secluded part of the city, a group consisting of meta-humans and various non-powered individuals were meeting within an old church. Already, news of the Sentinel Project began spreading like wildfire. Unregistered mutants far and wide had gathered to discuss their options. Heroes, anti-heroes, and even some who were considered "villains" had all come together for a common cause. There was a multitude of mixed emotions within the building.
"It's about getting organized." one individual started to say. "It's about us getting our opinions and beliefs organized, and then taking them to the right people. There is no need to resort to violence, my friends."
"You can talk all ya want, bub." a low, rough voice said. "...but I'm tellin' YOU.... no sentinel's gonna be takin' me ALIVE." he said, quickly extending three adamantium claws from his right hand. A spark of rage could be seen in his wild eyes as Logan stood in the midst of the congregation.
Suddenly, a voice said, "You're BOTH wrong...." in an accent hailing from New Zealand with a hint of Scottish. An unknown figure slowly rose from his seat in the back and began to slowly make his way towards the front of the auditorium.
"Who the HELL er YOU?" Logan said, spinning around to view the unknown being.
"I'm one who's not content with the present situation. Who I am is not important, mate." the man replied. "What IS important though, is that we organized ourselves..... and form a resistance." The reaction all across the auditorium was varied. Some individuals gasped in shock, while some simply nodded their heads. Then there were those who called out in disdain of the proposal, and others who applauded it wholeheartedly.
"I'm always ready for a fight...." one man said as he leaned forward in his seat, holding his trusted shotgun in his lap. The dim church lighting revealed the white skull logo that was on the front of his shirt. "...But how are we going to find a way to take down those Sentinels?"
The unknown individual then said, "You're the PUNISHER..... You'll find a way." Turning to the rest of the congregation, the man continued. "What this government is doing is NOT right.... It should be your RIGHT to keep your identities completely secret. Sure enough, there needs to be some form of accountability. However, that accountability should not be to another man or to an organization.... No..... That accountability should be YOURS!" Several members lifted their voices in agreement. "Now," he continued. "If we remain divided, then all will be lost...... But if we STAND together and FIGHT..... attacking THEM before they attack US..... We will ensure FREEDOM for us AND our posterity!" Taking a step back, the Hunter said, "It is up to us! We can be put into the system. We can be 'kept in check.' We can be forced to answer to a group of politicians......" Looking up towards the ceiling and into the light, the Hunter lifted his arms up and cried out, "....or WE CAN BE....FREE!!!"
Immediately, many in the auditorium stood to their feet and lifted their voices in loud approval. Thus, it was then decided that a resistance would be made. In charge of its efforts would be three individuals: Wolverine, James Howlett; the Punisher, Frank Castle; and the Hunter, William Greystoke....
[Alternate Kado-Version 1 Look 2]
The battle was becoming more severe by the moment. The sentinel matched him in power, but in means of sadistic thinking the Neogladitor was unsurpassed. A focused heat beam was shot out towards, Kado’s chest. The armor had promptly identified it as an incineration beam. He arched, his back before twisting through the air spinning in a corkscrew motion. The beam was still coming, but he had been using his momentum to build up speed. He suddenly came out of the twirling stage, and quickly slapped the beam with the surface of the axe.
It was directed for the sentinel, but it had effortlessly dodged it because it simply trained too. The beam didn’t stop, it sustained moving through the atmosphere so hot it burned away oxygen. He then glanced higher in within minutes the beam would explode the white aircraft that was coming into view. Well the ,plane, as the robot called it. Obviously, the machine was more concerned with the aircraft then the gladiator. Not smart, not smart at all. The astral combatant, extended his arm activating his magnetism as the sentinel’s head slammed into his palm. He began extracting information from this world. In seconds he would know everything, even more than that of who had lived here for decades.
He released, as the sentinel slowly feel through the air. Now he had knowledge of every action done upon this earth. He was aware of the current mutant crisis. And he was well aware that this ‘government’ would have a price to pay when the sentinel is blamed for the death of those thousands of people on that airplane. It’s a pity really, he only came for a meal and now he must show these people the way of the Sadistic Saint. He pressed a few buttons, on his ax as he released it. Once again it began transforming itself, to him it was a usual process. To those who looked up as he hovered fifteen feet high it was a fascination. It had reformed itself into a spear.
He slowly glided towards, the planet and landed so silently it was if h was weightless. He then commenced movement into the diner. The same little boy was there, the people looked at him a disgust. It was as if they knew of his intentions. Emotionless he grabbed the boy by the arm, as the people went on alert. “Let my boy go!” An odd liquid poured from her eyes, something Neogladiators knew nothing about. Something called tears. He did as the woman had asked. The boy didn't seem that well fit anyways. He wanted his first meal to be grand. He then decided he’d spread a little love before searching for this grand meal.
“I'm here on the word of the government. They plan to wipe you all out. You’ve all been set up but you’re just too pitiful to see it yourself. The sentinels the government had sent out were designed to kill the mutant race. Not to convince them to register. They plan on putting the supers in extinction. Not because they are vile to your race. Because the very few that are left will be used, to enslave the entire human race.”
He smiled at the scorn on their faces, apparently they had feel into his web of lies. At least he thought it was lies. There was still a possibility. One man who had been filming the statement removed the cassette from the recorder, and slid it into an envelope. “This is going to CNN!” The man left, and only moments later, the broadcast was aired on the television. His hunger had settled, replaced by satisfaction.
It was a nice warm night. Hidden sat up upon the long grass in the large field under a tall red oak tree wearing a long silky white night gown and no shoes. The cool *breeze* blew by and brushed the side of her pale face gently, the fresh green grass below twitched in the wind along with the large red oak tree that swayed in the wind. The large field seemed endless as she stared past the grass and saw...more grass. Hidden stared into the dark midnight sky with happyness and a smile on her face, everything was good. And the bright full moon seemed to shine and reflect in her eyes revealing the dark hazel color around her pupil. Im surprised I havent notice it yet, but oh i'll know it soon enough. Hidden looked in the distance and suddenly saw a girl in all black limping. Hidden got up and ran toward the mysterious girl in an attempt to help, as she ran it got colder as the wind almost consumed her. As Hidden got closer she saw the limping girl was wearing a black tactical like outfit with black hair, but when she reached the girl what she saw ran a chill up her spine as Hidden saw herself standing in front of her all beat up, she was badly hurt in many places and suddenly she collapsed into Hiddens arms, Hidden held her dying self close as she managed to get a few words out, "Its all over..." she said into right before she bled to death. "Its all over?" Hidden repeated and then suddenly Hidden began bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and bleeding. *GASP* Hidden's eyes popped wide open as she awoke sweaty in her cheap dark Motel 6 room that smelled of old sex. "God that was intense." She said to herself as she reached over to the night stand next to her bed and grabbed a small bottle of caffeine pills labled Stay-a-Wake and a bottle of spring water. Hidden sat up and then opened the small bottle and poured what was left in her hand revealing that only three little orange pills remained. "Sh!t" she said before she popped the rest of her caffeine pills in her mouth. The dreams are getting worse and im running out of things to take to stay awake. Hidden played her dilemma out in words in her head so she'd remember to pick something up next time she was at the store. Hidden then leaped up and got right in the shower. the warm water rained down over her as she turned the shower knobs warmer. I had been running since they filed the SuperHuman Registration act were all mutants had to sign it or theyed be taken into custody, my situation was worse because when SHIELD, the agency I actually at one point used to kill for, asked me to sign it and I refused so they turned on me and have been following me everywhere since. They also; searched my house, accessed my bank accounts, checked my call lists and phone bill, etc. everywhere I went they found me. it was the"She can turn Invisible and phase threw walls, she might as well kill the president right now!"BS that the stupid politicians pulled on us mutants. so I guess for the first time Im allowed to say "Im happy to be a threat to national security motherf#ckers!" The shower switched off as she turned the water knobs, the water had completely shut off and all that remained on the shower head was a single drip of water, sometime's Hidden thinks of SuperHuman life like that, that mabye someday there will only be one drip of us left. Hidden walked out of the bathroom and towards her bed were a towel layed, she would eventually put it on. When Hidden reached her bed she grabbed two things a towel that she immedietly wraped around herself and then she grabbed the television controller.
The television *bleeped* on as she hit the power button and then pop the fat New's Reporter that uses to mush hairspray popped onto the screen. "Good morning! It is 8:00 am and you know what that means? Its time for the WorldWide morning news!
The fat cow of a woman was smiling so big I absolutly thought she would die!
"Late last night Mr.Dare owner of DARE ENTERPRISES the company dedicated to rebuilding the heroes mistakes, was assassinated last night on the steps of The Congregassional Building moments after he had proposed The Sentinel Project to The Senate in effort to pass the Legislative Bill. This Sentinel Project or what Mr.Dare was proposing is huge robots able to withstand the power of superhuman's operated by our own men and women of the Police force. As America says; We are tired of you Heroes and Villians causing so much strife and agony to our lives!
God what a c^nt! "
Listen to us Heroes and Villians America is calling out to you, LEAVE US ALONE!....OMG this just in the Congress is passing the bill and initializing The Sentinel Project"
You know I never thought anyone could be worse then Rosie O'Donald but this b!tch sure takes the prize home. *BLEEP* Hidden had clicked the Power button again on the Television remote this time to turn it off. "Why does everyone hate us? We just wanna help." Hidden began to get dressed and pack her things, When she was done packing she left got in her car and drove away this time heading North towards Pensylvania.
One Day Later
Hidden sat in a Old Fashioned Dinner in South Dakota on her way to Pensylvania. She sat in a booth and took the window seat. When she had walked in everybody stared at her like she was something else, they would have looked at a Half-dead squirrel better then they looked at her, Its like they tried to stare her down or like they were trying to shrink her with there eyes it didnt matter to Hidden though, they were all poor white trash to her so she could care less. The Waitress, walked right past her like she hadent even walked in. "Hello!? Whoo! Hoo!" Hidden barked at her. "We dont serve, YOUR'E kind here!" The Waitress retorted. Hidden stopped paying attention to the pathetic Waitress and watched the small television they had hanging on the wall. Lights began to flash as the stylishly dressed Prime Minister stepped to the podium on the television, his charming smile and confident stance on full display. “Ladies and Gentlemen, members of dee press, and dee millions watching at home, welcome and thank you for attending. By now you’ve all heard of ’s new legislation to govern those of use who are somewhat……different.” He said, pausing for affect. “Of course, they’ve wrapped it in a blanket of national security and dressed it up with soothing language such as, Protection, Helpful, Your Best Interest, and so on and so forth. But let me tell you what it really is. Fear, Racism, and Control. It is no secret dat years ago I in fact initiated dee Registration Act. But for dee purpose of understanding, for the purpose of training those who so valiantly lay their lives on the line so dat we may sleep soundly at night. What it has become now is a perversion of its former self. Dhey want to track those of you who only want to help us, those of you who are slightly different. They want to punish you because they fear you. My follow countrymen I stand before you now not as your Prime Minister, but as a mutant. A mutant who dat if he still lived in would be watched, videotaped, followed, and harassed simply because of dee way I was born and what I can do."
Hidden watched as Gambler preached on about the new Sentinel act. Completely unaware of his manipulation of the facts and half truths. That’s the danger of the devil, he speaks with a forked tongue mixing lies with facts, smiling the entire time he spins you a hand crafted masterpiece, of bullsh!t.
“Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land, a nagging fear that 's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation will suffer for it. So I come here today to announce that will welcome any Super from with open arms. We will embrace our brothers and sisters and forge a new legacy free of a Sentinel regime that wishes to enslave and imprison us. Together we will build a nation of Supers, united against a common foe…….America.”
"So France huh? Looks like im headed that way now."
Two doors glass doors swung open, the glass crystalline and polished, the handles made of solid gold, but what lay beyond those doors was what was truly impressive, the floor made of imported fabric, the desk solid cherry as well as the chair behind it. There was a large plasma television hanging from the ceiling and of course atop the desk sat a small black book, leather bound and with a red pentagram on the face of it. In this marvelous room, in stepped a man, slicked back blond hair, a sand colored trench coat and a cigarette cliched between his teeth.
Rubbing his temples as he sat down, he called out "Frenchie". Within the time span of sixty seconds flat, a man dressed in a black tuxedo with a small black bow-tie entered the room, holding up a silver platter with a white napkin slung over his arm, he responded with a quick "Yes?"
"Get me the documents"
"Which ones?"
"The documents of the sentinel project as well as the original bill proposed for the Registration act. I'll also need every video taped news conference the Prime Minister has ever called to order"
"Yes Mister Castle"
Days later
Steven Castle once more sat in his office, dialing a number only the Administrator of Defense would know.
"Gather a small french army, I've looked over all these documents. Every last word that Jean Luc Lebeau has said as well as the sentinel project's bill. If this thing EVER gets passed in France, I want Hell to follow after it"
"Yes Mister Castle"
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Present. One hour ago.
Steven Castle sat in the audience alongside several other members of the Republican guard, dressed in his usual sand colored trench coat as well as a cigarette drooping from the side of his mouth, taking the third puff off his death stick, it was then the Prime Minister had arrived.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, members of dee press, and dee millions watching at home, welcome and thank you for attending. By now you’ve all heard of ’s new legislation to govern those of use who are somewhat……different.” He said, pausing for affect. “Of course, they’ve wrapped it in a blanket of national security and dressed it up with soothing language such as, Protection, Helpful, Your Best Interest, and so on and so forth. But let me tell you what it really is. Fear, Racism, and Control. It is no secret dat years ago I in fact initiated dee Registration Act. But for dee purpose of understanding, for the purpose of training those who so valiantly lay their lives on the line so dat we may sleep soundly at night. What it has become now is a perversion of its former self. Dhey want to track those of you who only want to help us, those of you who are slightly different. They want to punish you because they fear you. My follow countrymen I stand before you now not as your Prime Minister, but as a mutant. A mutant who dat if he still lived in would be watched, videotaped, followed, and harassed simply because of dee way I was born and what I can do.”
Flicking his cigarette to the side, TheDrifter smiled and chuckled slightly, allowing a large bubble of smoke to pass out of his mouth.
"F#$king sack o' sh!t Policticans"
"Mr. Salvador, Cherish Franco, CNN..... What is your current view on France and their regime"
"Well I don't know what they are trying to do over there but if they need something built and the price is right they can get in touch with Savior Constructions, next question you right there"
"Sir, Matt Buckley, People Magazine......What is your view on the initiation of the Sentinels, are you going to have any on your future sites for protection"
"Tin buckets flying in the air is not really any of my concern, People can we keep this about what Savior Construction has done in the past few months. We have donated time, supplies and man power to help rebuild Mexico and New York. Also that the Statue of Liberty is back up stronger then ever.......next question please"
"Anthony Keith, Channel 5 news........Loners Night Club is one of your buildings, a few reports were made that the hero team Veritas Inc. were last seen there. Do you have anything to say about them"
"They broke into the building and nothing was stolen, my manager over there filed a police report and like you all of you I have not seen or heard anything from that group of people since that time......Ladies and Gentlemen it seems like I am out of time.....No further questions"
20 minutes later
The new Veritas HQ was now located in Orlando about 2.5 miles away from Loners Nightclub. It was a 4 floor condo type building that was purchased by Jayden Salvador and built by his company Savior Construction with a secret access elevator that lead to and from the Condo . It had no ties to the government at all and as of late it was kinda empty with the exception of a few Veritas members that laid low. The first level was a parking garage that housed the Zoom Tubes and had enough space to keep the vehicles of the Veritas members. The rest of the floors were a briefing room, training room and living area for the team members that chose to live there. On the roof rested The Phoenix in camouflage mode. Never again will a Veritas base be compromised.
Like Kurrent had instructed his teammates he had been laying low the past few months not going by Kurrent and more focusing on fixing problems that were caused in recent times. His team was well taken care of and Kurrent had given them enough money to live off of hotels until it was time for them to return with the exception of Day Hunter who had stuck around. He had also almost effortlessly become the face of his deceased fathers business Savior Constructions. The expose that they have gotten in the past few months has sky rocket their revenue and added greatly to his already decent sized fortune. That money was to be used to finance Veritas Inc and have them come back in the public eye after a year of hiatus but the way things were going with the new Sentinel Act it was Kurrent's responsibility to change the plan. Earth needed its Guardian Angels once again whether they wanted them or not.
While in the top floor of The Castle as he now called the building he walked around his room taking off his jacket and throwing it on his bed. He sat down on the bed and loosened his tie and turned on the TV as he began to unbutton his shirt. His blood began to boil when the first thing he sees is Gambler. He spoke of giving immunity to supers that are seeking refuge from the Sentinels. He continued to remove his suit and looked over to his closet at his uniform that was hung up. The noise from the TV continued and he walked over to the bathroom and began to wash the gel out of his hair. It's a gel that he uses that to conceal his silver hair and turns his color black. That, and a special applicator he puts on his face hides his trademark look of the H scar and silver hair that make Kurrent stand out. After he had washed everything off he stopped after he heard something on the news that troubled him....
"A reported 25 supers have been apprehended in the first days of the Sentinel Act. They have been taken to a camp in an undisclosed location and put under testing. Sources say that they are given a choice to Register, but if they decline in some cases it could be punishable by death....." with the flick of his wrist he sent a tiny electric shock that turned off the TV. He continued to look at the uniform in his closet thinking....."They'll know what to do, they'll know how to find me, how to find our new home" He began to walk towards the closet and looked at his watch. When he reached it he pulled the uniform off the hanger, put it on quickly and began to walk out of his quarters towards the briefing room that was one floor down. As he walked he put his watch to his face and said with a sense of reluctance yet one of pride...."This is Kurrent, the time has come.....Veritas...UNITE!"
Three months after coming to the brink of world destruction Slight decided to lay low. His life was changing before his very eyes. Everyday was a struggle no
to be picked up on, not to be recognized and not to be seen. After detaching himself from Justice 10 .2, he took time of from visiting with his freinds in
New Outsiders. It had been two months since he had last used his powers. They felt like they were building up inside him, like they were ready to act on
thier own. Slight even started wearing different clothes, so that no one would notice him. Since his actions from the past, helping Veritas, having contact
with Kurrent a well known fugitive. Slight couldn't believe that all that he had done, trying to help out he was forced to stay below radar.
Weeks went by and there was little news of anything profound until the day that Slight had always feared came. Watching the 11 o clock news, Slight saw with
unbelieaving eyes. The Sentinal Act had been passed within hours of the assassination of a Mr. Dare. Their primary objective: apprehend any unregistered
supers. As if he didn't have enough problems, Slight had now, another reason to keep low. Knowing that it was going to be only a matter of time that he was
able to keep hidden, he decided to take a chance. As the days passed Slight became more and more angry at the fact that the government would do something so,
barbaric agianst the people who protected them.
France, the new home of the Cotillards, was also a new home of any supers seeking refuge from the Sentinals. It was impossible to know who actually was a
super. They were targeting every unregistered super, which obviously not fully thouht out. Who knows how many people, mutants, were out there with
extrasensory, or suped up brains there were. This whole plan was one of fear, one that shouldn't be tolerated. When the initiator was shot, it was clear that
it was a plan behind. Maybe it was because regular people truly hated supers, or, maybe it was because there was something higher at work. The only thing
that was for certian is that anyone who resisted was going to be captured. The only other option was to register, or possibly die.
What was so hard about registering yourself. The problem with that statement was that is that, one who is a little more, not better, not worse than a regular
person walking down the street, shouldn't have to be put on a list so that a government can track them, and know their every move. When the SRA was first
introduced, Slight wasn't a superhero. He was a normal guy living a monotinous life. His first real action, seeing the world, was in the last three months.
Not registered he would be a target for the sentinals. Slight had heard that they were not easy to take down, in fact they were damn near impossible.
As he watched the news Slight saw that every registered super hero was to be accompanied by four sentinals. Even they weren't free to do as they please. The
question remained that "Why would the someone do this to thier protectors?" "Why would they turn on the people who saved thier lives, who put out their
fires, and who rescued their cats from trees." If it was nesessary for them to do this, why not assign sentinals to police officers, and firemen. Why not
army men and women. This whole thing was perposterous.
Three days later
Slight couldn't take it any longer. He had been couped up in a hold house for months, with nothing to do. His family didn't know where he was, or what had
happended to him. All was not clear as to if it was safe to go outside and take a fly around the block. What could be the harm in that? Slight left the
compound and took to the air. How he missed the air blowing in his face. He couldn't contain himself, knowing that it wasn't safe, but not caring he, flew
faster and farther away from his safe zone. Soon he was a little more than ten miles away, and that is when the realization came, that the sentinals came for
all supers, everone.
Slight was met with one single metal monolith. "Cease all activity, you are an unregistered super, do you choose to register, or do you not" It monotinous
voice halted. Slight thought to himself "HELL NO" saying a loud "I do not" The sentinal released a laser cannon, from it's left and right arm. Bew bew bew
bew. Four laser beams were met with the skin of Slight. They burned, and singed his epidermis. With no water in the dry air emmited by the sentinal, Slight
was forced to use telekinesis. The lifted his hand and sent out a chain of energy. It wrapped around the arms of the robot, and crushed the cannons. Its
mouth opened and released multiple bullets. Slight put up a shield of tele-energy. Obviously they were equipped to withstand the force field as they peirced
through with ease. Tendrills sprung from its palms and wrapped around slights torsoe. This was more than he expected. With no other options, Slight tried out
a new atribute he found out about himself. He turned himself into water, and dropped to the ground. His body splashed on the pavement, and he recolected
himself. When he finally had himself together, and out of sight of the registration machine, Slight felt a pain shoot through his body. The new power he had
a came with cost.
The usually enjoyable drive from the airport back to the Royal Châteaux Versailles was a quiet one. Esther sat one the far side of the SUV staring out the window, enraged by her husbands blatant disregard for political protocol and diplomacy. Jean, equally angered, remained centered and in control of his emotions yet visible distant. He knew in the days ahead, stories of the Royal families public display of anger would be featured in several prominent newspapers and magazines. Displayed with pictures and sensationalized headlines. It was one of the drawbacks of being so openly charismatic and flamboyant. Gambler and Esther had been elevated from mere politicians to an almost superstar statues with their lavish lifestyle and natural good looks. Exclusive invitations to fashion shows by World famous designers such as, Yves Saint Laurent, Christian Dior, and Christian Lacroix were a regular occurrence. Esther was even approached about being the current representative and covergirl of Chanel. She accepted. Their public appearance had always been one of unity and dignity. But now Gambler’s ambitious plan to harbor superpowered refugees now threatened that unity.
Not only had he circumvented Esther’s authority, but he had also disregarded any outside input from France ’s administration. Acting more like a Dictatorship and less like a Democratic Republic. His beliefs had arrogantly blinded him to anyone’s opinion but his own. He was starting to invasion himself as a messiah. Originally plotting to exploit the new Sentinel Act, Gambler now found himself feeling more and more dedicated to the protection of those wrongfully persecuted. Even now, only hours after his speech, heroes and supers were arriving on France ’s sacred ground. Each one processed and registered. Not as a hero or a super, but as a immigrant. A large section of France had been selected for housing, and those willing to work a remedial job would eventually be placed were they could best accel. Government programs and founding were already being established, as well as a long term solution, should the strain on the country become overwhelming.
News organizations had been covering the mass exodus from all angles. All flights out of the United States had been suspended until further notice. Sentinels were stationed by land, sea, and air, capturing anyone and everyone attempting to leave causing many supers to find unconventional means of travel. Those who did manage to escape were filmed entering France. Many were families terrified that if they had stayed, they would have been separated or wrongfully imprisoned. Of course many supers didn’t trust the Prime Minister or his new open door policy, but for now it seemed better then the alternative. With the Sentinel Act in full swing and small bands of rebel fighters springing up across the country, it was only a matter of time before innocent supers got swept up in the madness.
Meanwhile, the King of King’s and Devious Diva arrived home. As their SUV rounded the Bassin d’Apollo-The Apollo Fountain, Gambler’s eye’s briefly flared. The hulking silhouette of an adversary long forgotten loomed near the entry way. “Darkchild” he snarled. He knew he didn’t have to alert Esther of the situation as the distinctive humming of her Psionic Katanna resonating with the cab of the vehicle, letting him know she was ready for the inevitable confrontation. With disdain and malice in her voice, Esther whispered, “Nous prenons soin de ce scélérat une fois pour toutes. Suivez-moi fil. Et Jean, nous ne nous arrêtons pas jusqu'à ce que le monstre de dee soit mort” {Translated: We take care of this miscreant once and for all. Follow my lead. And Jean, we dont stop till dee monster is dead}
Gambler tilted his head slightly to the side, his brow raised as he turned to look at Esther who refused to return his gaze, her eyes locked straight ahead. Cracking a small cocky smile Gambler replied “Whatever you say mademoiselle” But as the SUV rolled to a stop the battle ready Cajun noticed the burn marks on the armor and flesh of the VV leader. Immediately he grabbed Esther’s arm before she could launch herself from the vehicle. “Wait, look at his condition. I do not believe he has come to settle old accounts. Let use hear what he has to say chere.”
Esther ripped her arm free from Gambler’s grasp “I don’t not take orders from you.” She hissed. Angered, Gambler grabbed her arm again more forcefully. “Dis is not a debate. Do I as I say and do it now.” He said between clinched teeth. Letting go, he stepped out from the back of the SUV nonchalantly fixing his tie and smiling as if nothing was wrong. “ old friend, what brings you all dee way to ? Come to grovel at dee feet of a true leader perhaps?”
A Few Months Ago:
Washington D.C.
The night was young and it seamed the moon itself hid behind the clouds, so it couldn't witness the destruction. Monuments that once stood tall, now lay as ruble. Smoke takes the place of air and everything from the front lawn to the back lawn was covered in flames. Not to mention the snitch of dead bodies and blood that was sprinkled over the large area. Aliens, Giants, and Super-humans annihilated everything in their path for one man and his followers... The Hotness and the Dark Veritas. Some sought him out for revenge, while others where trying to keep a balance of some sort, but all wanted his helmet on a stick. The White House may never be the same after that night.
"Mid, where are you?!" yelled the newest edition to the original Veritas Inc. The scene first excited the rookie hero, reminding him of what he used to be, but now it’s become something much darker. "We need ta get gone, man! Hottness aint even here!" His costume was covered in soot and his gauntlets sparked from overuse. Frantically turning around to find anyone he recognized, his eyes widen as one of the giants fall a foot in front of him. Frozen in his place, UAH watches the creature leap back into battle. "F*ck dis! I'm outa here!" Without wasting another second, Kalib runs as fast as his super speed will let him. With a trail of blue energy behind him, he makes it to the water's edge where the was hibernating. Smacking a button on his left gauntlet he wakes the mechanical bird. "Com'on Com'on! Let's Go!" Hovering over the water the door opens and the Un-American Hero speeds in. Making it to the cockpit, the Rebel grabs the manual controls and pilots the jet away from the area.
A Few Weeks Ago:
Orlando, Fl. New Veritas Base
Sitting on a brand new couch in the fully furnished Veritas lounge room, Kalib flips through the 1000 plus channels. "Sophia, I've always loved you. Click. Say it with me... niño malo. Click. Jerry! Jerry! Click. Bad boys, bad boys. Watcha'- Click. Now more on the Sentinel Act...” Kalib stops to listen to more of the news feed. "Mr. Dare, founder of DARE ENTERPISES, has just given his proposal on the mechanical SHRA enforcers. They are designed to gather all un-registered supers and police all registered ones." hearing the overview of the operation, UAH quickly stands to his feet enraged. "Regular cops where bad enough, now dey got 'em in giant robots?! Aint dat some sh*t!" Trying to stay calm long enough to finish watching, the Anti-Hero sits back down.
He watches the fragile man walk out onto the stairs of the building then all hell brakes loose. A gunshot could be heard then the camera goes all berserk. Screams and red on the ground. A few seconds later the camera refocuses and you see the shot Mr. Dare. Eyes glued to the screen UAH can’t believe what he just saw. Jaw dropped, he stares for a little bit then he says “I want to say, “That’s what you get” but that shot just made everything worse.” Shacking is head and then an even worse idea pops in his head. “Conspiracy!” He shouts, “He prolly had someone do it to make sure the bill got passed.“ Dragging his hand down his face he mumbles something about how screwed up everything is.
A Few Days Ago:
Looking out the window, Mr. Thompson watches groups of sentinels flying through the sky. “Wow. I can’t believe its happening already. I really need to stay low. They where already lookin’ for me even before these machines came out. This is like some “End of Days” type sh*t.” Deciding to get something to drink, he walks to the kitchen and to the fridge. Grabbing the orange juice jug and a glass he pours himself a drink. Eyeballing the small TV in the room he turns it on. The first channel is CNN and they where covering the world news. “Ha-ha. It seams I can’t avoid the news like I used to.” They put the camera on the Prime Minister of France and its takes a while for Kalib to recognize the guy.
It was Jean LeBeau AKA Gambler, and he was Kurrent’s greatest foe. Remembering his briefing on the villain, he doesn’t want to like the man. But listening to his speech he can’t help but be intrigued. It wasn’t his charisma and sharp dress that caught him, because that’s come with almost every public speaker, it was his actual words. His talk about the supers of the world banding together against this universal enemy, appealed to Kalib’s revolutionary spirit. Nodding his head with a smirk the Rebel says to himself, “This dude might have the right idea.”
Right Now:
The hiss of steam escaping the iron could be heard as Kalib pressed his clothes for the day. He had nothing planed for they day cause he hardly goes out anymore. He was too paranoid that the sentinels would recognize him and he would have to go on the run. The Anti-Hero hates running and he hates hiding. If he had his way he would march up to congress, tear his way through and made sure everything that suppressed the “heroes” was destroyed. Out of nowhere his communicator starts to beep. A message was patching through. "This is Kurrent, the time has come.....Veritas...UNITE!"
Hearing this, Kalib gets a rush of adrenaline because that phrase meant V. Inc. was getting back in the game. Quickly turning of the iron, the Un-American Hero jumps into his pants and shoes and buttons up his half wrinkled shirt. He runs up stairs to the briefing room where his team leader was waiting. With the biggest grin you every wanted to see, UAH says, “Here, Jayden…”
Samuel walked down the street about 4 blocks away from the new Veritas headquarters. "D@mmit why didn't I leave Orlando....h3ll why didn't I just leave Florida all together." Suddenly the sound of Gambler's voice tore through Samuel s thought, he stopped dead and turned towards the sound. He was standing in front of an electronic store and huge TV's were in the main window, and of course they'd be tuned into Gambler. He was a little surprised that Gambler was against the sentinals but he wasn't surprised that he would use this to enlarge his French Empire. Suddenly Samuel's communicator began to beep. He lifted it and pressed the button to activate it. Kurrents voice came through clear as day which made him happy because he was worried it had been damaged when he crashed into the building. This is Kurrent, the time has come......Veritas....UNITE! Samuel couldn't help but smile, finally after 3 months he would be going to the base for a reason other than checking on Kurrent and his car. He had a feeling that he would finally get to use his car. Samuel turned and started walking when suddenly he heard a siren, he looked up to the sky...."Really?! COME ON!!" Was all Samuel could think as the source of the siren drew closer. He knew the siren all to well....it was the cops. He wondered who had identified him, he didn't understand, for all that he and Veritas does for these people why they would take every chance they could to get rid of them.
He really wished that he could end this quick by doing something blowing stuff up but he knew he couldn't. Four police cars surrounded him and the officers inside jumped out with there guns in hand and began to shout at Day Hunter. GET DOWN NOW!!!! I said GET DOWN! Samuel gritted his teeth as he began to kneel down. He was trying to think of a way to get out of there without causing any fatalities, suddenly a van drove between him and the cops. The passenger door swung open and a boy that looked to be about 17 shouted..."Get in man!!" Samuel jumped up and climbed into the passenger seat. The police began to shout and started to fire upon the van. "GOD D@MNED IDIOTS!!!" Samuel stood up and rolled down the window, he reached into a pouch on the back of his belt and grabbed a small but efective smoke gernade. Suddenly the van swerved nearly knocking Samuel out onto the rode. He quickly tossed the smoke gernade dodging the bullets that were aimed at him. After he climbed back into the van he saw the boy pulling a handgun out from under the seat...."I'll teach those stupid pigs!!!" Samuel grabbed the boys arm and ripped the gun out of his hand. "Trust me kid you DON'T want to do that." The boy stared at Samuel while occasionally glancing at the rode to make sure he didn't fly off the rode before finally saying..."What the h3ll man?! I'm on your side!" Samuel rubbed his eyes. Atleast someone was on his side right? "I know kid but if you would have shot those cops you would only have made more trouble for me. Now listen I am grateful for what you did but don't do it again ok." Before the boy had a chance to say something Samuel opened the door and looked back at the boy..."Now I got to go. Make sure you don't get caught ok." Samuel quickly jumped out of the moving vehical rolling when he hit the ground. He could hear that the boy had said something but it was to muffled by the wind to make out.
Samuel looked up and grinned. "Good only a block and a half to go." He rubbed his back as he stood up. He bent backwards and the cracks and pops could be heard clearly. He had lost his coat and hat but he didn't care, it hadn't done anything to help him, he had still been identified. He bent down and jumped upward as his wings sprouted from his back. He shot up higher into the sky than he had before to ensure that people wouldn't see him so easily. In a matter of minutes he reached the new base. He lowered himself before landing between the base and its neighboring building. He peeked out around the corner to make sure no law officials were around before walking to the door and pressing his hand against the scanner. The machine hummed as it read the DNA and made sure the hand print was in its database. Finally the machine beeped, the word match slid onto the screen as he removed his hand. He glanced around one more time. He had become incredibly cautious and paranoid since the sentinal attacked him this morning. As he walked into the building he checked to make sure no other messages had been sent through his communicator. He walked up to the elevator and pushed the button to bring the elevator down to the first floor. In a matter of seconds the elevator door opened with a ding. Samuel walked in and pressed the button for the top floor now. As the trip that took mear seconds began to feel like hours a million things began to flash through his mind. Why didn't these people understand they were trying to help, and why they went to such extremeties to ensure the "saftey" of the world by destroying supers. Finally the door opened with another ding. As Samuel walked down the hall he tried to push his worries out of his mind. He turned and walked into the confrence room, "I'm here.....
Three months ago: [The Storm] G'bandit's conclusion
The mercenary of greatness performed a breakout in a prison far north of the united states. The mission change several times as the ultimate mercenary was programmed to pull back his assassination orders and instead save one of the most wanted “heroes” in the world. The secretary general of NATO’s real plans were unknown, even to the mercenary he hired. Eventually after chasing Kurrent through America G’bandit while doing his research he heard from the hero’s very lips that the secretary had screw the team over. But it just didn’t make sense to the deadly mercenary, “Why would he rescue Kurrent if he was against him?” The Bandit then was on his own research under the believes that the secretary was playing ball. The mercenary’s last communication with the secretary was a decoy, Veritas was headed to New York but the Bandit had told the secretary that Veritas’ new hideout was in the piers. But it was all false and part of a plan to see who’s side the secretary was really on.
After the hours pass the mercenary arrive at the piers where he had told the secretary was Veritas inc’s new temporal hideout, just as thought G’bandit’s theory of the secretary playing ball was confirmed when several helicopters and strike teams appeared at the piers. “So, now I see clear, it was all to make Kurrent and Veritas gather at a same location and when they least expect it, the strike team would of taken them down, catching all birds in a same net.” after clearing things out the deadly mercenary awaited a month, then he traveled all the way back to Belgium and when the secretary general least expect it he was going to get a couple of things clear.
Two months ago: Brussels, Belgium
While the secretary general arrived to his own welcoming party that the Belgium government had compose for him, G’bandit the mercenary of freaking greatness had stun his limousine driver and had taken its place. After several hours the secretary general finally walked out of the building, the bandit wearing the driver’s outfit and a skin mask completed with night shades, he opened the limousine door as the secretary general sat his butt in. “Take me home, James” order the secretary trusting on his gut that the driver was his normal trust worthy driver. While the Bandit broke two laws grand theft ato and kidnapping, the secretary was occupied talking on the phone apparently with his family, warning them of his home coming and saying he would like a home cook meal. But then the secretary notice, Wait a minute, that's not right, thought the man. the secretary looked out the window and he realize he was been driven the wrong way. “James, where the hell are we? I said take me home!” he said in a confuse tone, but James never answered back. “Are you bloody deft? I said turn us around!” shouted through the intercom the secretary. The window which was in the limousine’s division, began lowering and the vehicle was also lowering in speed until it stropped. “What’s going on? Why are we stopping?” ask the secretary as he seem to be panicking. When the window fully lowers the secretary using the mirror, he notice the driver’s face was not his loyal friend, James. “Hello old friend, remember…” The bandit pause and rip his skin mask off his face, under it the red and black mask was revealed as the hell house hell raiser looks dead on Secretary Jacobs Gijsbert’s eyes. "Me?!" The secretary's eyes widen surprised at the sight of the deadly mercenary he had hhired in the pass, “Ye- Uh, Mercenary..Uh.. I thought we were done! What do you want? And where is James?” said the panicking Secretary of NATO. The Bandit while chuckling he shakes his head and pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, "Wow!! You are so funny, general, remind me to get you an award..” said the mercenary as he turn around kneeling on the front driver seat, thrust his arm fort aiming his large raptor 45 magnum straight to the secretary’s head.
“W-What are you doing? I’m the secretary general of one of the--” G’bandit waved the gun a bit before pulling the trigger and the gun shoots, the bullet misses Jacobs just by inches. “You are the secretary of nothing! You know why I'm here, that is probably why you took your little vacation in the first place, yes! I am freaking unstoppable old man! You owe me money and you dishonor the only honorable thing I actually care about.. My privacy.. You bastard,, the money never got to me, and that same night my location was compromise. I’m disappointed in you, Jack” said the mercenary as he put the aim back at the secretary’s head.
The secretary realized that he had been caught, but even so, the cowboy have been in many rodeos and realizing that if the bandit wanted to kill him he would of done it by now. “Is there something that you want, merc?” ask the secretary to the Bandit. Band then lower his raptor magnum, “I knew that question was coming, I know you so well, and I know that you have figure part of me out already.. I want to know.. Why?, Why if you had one of the most powerful and organize teams in the world,. Why would you screw them over?” replied the merc. The secretary then lowered his head and drew a smile on his face as he leaned back on the back seat. “Why wouldn’t I?” he says, “My boy, the world is far more complicated that you imagine.. You think, that what you see is what it is, and that is not right. There is a storm coming, a real storm! For the super humans. It has been in development for years but it has not hit the super humans as it will hit them now. I know what is coming and I want no part of it.. Veritas inc, I could be blame for some things but ever since I cut Veritas out. I been sleeping, no more imsognia, no more pweople complaning on Veritas's metods.. Besides, in two months time, the super humans will meet their maker and If I was link to Veritas my ass and my family was link as well, and that my boy, is something I’m not having. The board spoke and the decision was final…” Bandit narrowed his eyes and lowered his head looking for an answer of his own. Then he ask. “What decision?” The Secretary general then replies. “The Sentinel Project.”....
Nightwolf had one more thing to do before returning to France, and this was not quite a suit and tie affair as was his U.N, meeting. This called for the use of his "other" abilities, namely stealth and infiltration. Nightwolf's limo took him directly to JFK where a French private jet was waiting for him. Upon boarding the jet he prepared his things for tonight's mission. Now one might think that spying on the president is a difficult thing to do, but when you've been trained in ninjitsu from 6 of the worlds greatest masters, It wasn't quite as hard as it sounded.
Nightwolf prepared himself for his infiltration, he slipped on his costume, and prepared his Wolf-Wing, a personalized stealth flying device he had invented for situations such as these. Silently he flew down to the White House roof, cloaked in the black of night. He silently knocked out the three guards patrolling the roof using a nonlethal technique, one that would knock them out with no memory of what had happened. They would believe that they had simply fallen asleep on the job. He popped open a specific air vent on the roof, and dropped himself in, remotely telling his 'Wing to return to the plane waiting above. He moved through the vent with care and silence, making sure that the personal stealth device he had been outfitted with was activated, He made his way directly over the presidants office, where a heated argument seemed to be going on. Below he could make out the voice of our president, and the hero Andferne. Nightwolf listened to the argument intently and heard one sentance, one important sentance that may have signaled France's victory in all of this "Consider this my resignation Mr President. I Quit!" Andferne then stormed out of the building and left the premises. Nightwolf smirked to himself, and turned to leave,of course, this smirk would be responded to with all hell breaking loose.
Nightwolf felt the cold night air as the roof of the White House was torn off, and when he looked up he saw two giant Sentinals standing over him. "Nightwolf AKA Connor Vassar, you are under arrest for being unregistered and in costume, you will now be escorted to a U.S internment camp" Nightwolf really didn't no what to say, of course, when your shot in the chest by the stun laser of a giant robat, theres not really much you can say. Before he knew it Nightwolf was being swept up by the Sentinal, and flown to some hellhole. "Well this might damage my credibility with the U.N." thought Nightwolf sarcasticly. His last conscience thought was how he, and his masters in France would get himself out of this mess.
Cupping her hand over her eyes, Surreal peers back at her husband and team mate "those things are massive" The boys nod in reply as the three of them continue to keep an eye on the Sentinels flowing over the top of the bowling alley. The creations spanned the sky as they flew, searching for Heroes under the new act, smirking to herslef Surreal leant up against her husband and wrapped his arms around her, damn im glad we got out of ICE when we did hey babe" Mike laughed into her hair as he kissed her head, the joviality masking the feint worry the two of them felt for their former comrades. The two of them had registrered when they were working with ICE but had dropped off the "hero" radar since, being on the sidelines was good money and thats all they needed. The shadow of the sentinels flowed over them one by one, the massive creatures following registered heroes.
Dragging on his Cigar Crazy looks over at the couple and smirks, I reckon I could take one out with our new missile launcher laughing in response the couple watch as he runs inside
The cell phone on her hip vibrated, pulling the silver device out she flipped open the top "speak" a firm heavy voice filtered through the device as she nodded, pulling herself away from Mike to listen carefully, she shook her head slightly at the boys puzzled expressions. "Mr President, we will not... " the voice on the other end grew louder as she rolled her eyes at her husband "Yes, I know we are former ICE members but we are not..." once again the voice grew louder as the commander and chief tried to get control of a situation that was getting out of hand. Holding the phone away from her ear she looked at Mike as he raised an eyebrow at her, Crazy ignoring them continued to watch the sentinels above. "Look, i have tried to tell you, we are not snitches, we will not be supporting this, we are on our own, we will not be involved in a fight that is not ours".. the voice on the other end calmed and spoke again as Surreals eyes widened she gestured to Mike.. "Im sorry sir, how much?" ....
The 5th was a place i dispised coming to, France was a place that held little for me to offer. And sitting waiting for the Cajun left me with my thoughts on what I should do to the place "Maybe after this whole fiasco is over and done with, I should take a trip here. Give a few girls a quick thrust and then after im done having my fun, just go nuclear and wipe this god forsaken uncleanced place off the map. That would nice, getting rid of some of the most tastless people on this rock. But then I wouldnt be able to have my morning croissant hmmmm, maybe once I find the ultimate one I shall wipe this place off the map. Yes thats what I shall do." Genesis chimes in with a smug smile on his face "Do you always ramble on when your bored? Because its rather annoying....SUV." Impatient with the smug a$$ I barked back "Yes I do because then I dont need to hear your drival about poems and such, I get enough of the poetry from Arrow. I dont need anymore....and what does a SUV have to do with our current conversation?" Darkchild completely oblivious that an SUV had pulled up to the pathway as he was rambling. Finally noticing it after Genesis pointing it out he says in his mind "Shut the hell up."
Darkchild looked up as the SUV stood in place, super hearing would have been generous to knowing what the occupants were saying. But he knew full well who was in the SUV, his stank gave it all away. His expensive colonge that smelled of the ass end of an Ox filled the air. And her beautiful fragrance also filled it, as their scent oozed from the car. The SUV moved suddenly as if rocking, something was going on inside but he knew the Cajun and he was more than likely making his place known or having a nooner. Either way it didnt matter to Darkchild as the fact he was still on their front steps still bothered him. The Sentinals knew exactly where he was, and how to hit him two things that troubled Darkchild to the core. He didnt mind people scheming against him, but the fact that they had every knowledge about him was just irritating. No one person should have that kind of information besides himself, and adding to the fact the robots were governed that meant that the entirety of the government knew everything about him. Still sitting on the steps he watched as Gambler walked from the vehicle straightening his ugly and tacky tie before speaking and the smug arrogant attitude slithered its way into Darkchilds ears “ old friend, what brings you all dee way to ? Come to grovel at dee feet of a true leader perhaps?” Darkchild grinned at Gambler while he mumbled "I really do hate that man." Arrow and Genesis agreeing with the statement Darkchild stood up. His chest already healing from the wounds he sustained. Nothing serious but they hurt just as well, stepping from the steps he walked up to Gambler with the same smuggness that Gambler himself etched on his face "You know very well, the only people I grovel to are myself and at one time Mags. A fact I myself dispise, but I come for a purpose besides ending you quickly and solving the thorn I have had in my backside for sometime." Darkchild moved his arms fast kicking his cape back and casting an illusion for the simple fact the Sentinals had burned his cloths to embers and pieces of rag he created a suit that fit his large figure and then put his hand onto Gamblers right shoulder.
"As you more than likely know, we have a problem. Well let me rephrase that problems, these damned beasts of machines came to my home and wanted nothing more than to speak with me in front of a court. They spinned some dribble on what I had done in New York, but thats the past people should get over it." Darkchild was speaking slowly trying to figure out why the trollep hadnt come out of the SUV with him. Shrugging the thought of a trap off his mind he continued "And well you know me, I dont take kind to being called out at my home. Much less creatures of the government it tends to bother the hell out of me. Then I must reluctantly admit they handed me my cape to me burnt and smoldering, they knew every manerism I had. The way I would react and everything, which also irritates me. I dont like it very much when people know where I live other than the people I enjoy to spar with or hell people I aim to kill and are too lazy to confront and I let them on my doorstep." A smile came to Darkchilds face as he nudged Gambler in the side telling him he was one of these people. Darkchild stopped and took the tie off of Gamblers suit "You look like a penguin, but dont worry you can tell your....what ever the hell Esther is to you I took it off in a scuffle. Dont worry I wont let her know I took it so easily." Darkchild had realized he began to ramble and leg go of Gamblers shoulder and stood in front of him with a grin that said nothing, something he loved doing not letting the other know what he was thinking "And now I must make my point." taking a deep breath anger rised in him "They hit me at my home, and will more than likely attempt attacks on whats mine.....I want them gone. And I know you have leverage in France." Balling his fist as he spoke the next words he hated to say "And to do that I will need your help....and Esther if she can stop for a few moments and stop glaring at me through the tinted glass." Darkchild gestured at the SUV he knew the woman disliked him intently and some would say hated him. But in all reality, Darkchild was hated by most of the population of the world and he didnt care. But he needed to work with them and he would prefer to work without a hole burnt into the side of his head. Smiling at Gambler "So Gumbo, Old friend what is your answer?" Darkchild waited for his responce.
His ears pricked up at the mention of “how much” from her lips and he shock his head, With in moments Crazy was aiming at one of the Sentinels as it past again. Punching him in the stomach and catching the cigar as it spurted from his mouth, Sov turned and removed the missile launcher from his friends hand and throw it to the side, Crazy kindly repaid the favor by punching sov on the chin and taking his cigar back. “Why cant I shoot one “ Sovereign looked at him “Hassel we don’t need” he turned and looked at Surreal “Hang up we don’t sell out friends new or old” She looked at him and pointed at the phone “Lots of money” She pouted “NO” she smiled and hung up the phone “I like it when you shout” as soon as the razor phone clicked out the ally began to blast with air, Crazy pulled out a pistol, Surreal rolled into cover and pulled out her own weapon and Sovereign lifted his hand to his sword, As the ally cleared they saw what stood in front of them, Both its hands held out ready to fire if need be, “Section 8 by order of the untied states government you are to come in”. Sovereign son smiled his face on full display, his mask had been left back in the bowling ally, “On what charges” Surreal took aim at one of the things eyes, The three of them knew a head on battle with these things was death, Judging from the way it landed the look of the metal it was covered in adumantium, Crazy replaced his pistol and took a long draw on this cigar and leant against the wall, his white t-shrit was now black from the dust that had been kicked up, his black jeans where baggy on him and his hair was gelled back. “Should have let me shot it out the sky he snickered.” Surreal stood her crimson hair blowing in the gentle brezze as she stood holstering her weapon and moving to stand next to her husband, They where not dressed for battle, this had been a night off, something the three of them had come to enjoy and it looked as if America was going to try and take it away from them.
“The charges, Five counts of assault on a member of the American congress, Seven charges of disturbing the peace and 29 charges of un licensed explosives, Along with the murder of Mr Dare.” Sovereign smiled and looked at him, So they where trying to pin that on them, Oh well “Look one of those is not true, mind you im not saying which one, I don’t recall the explosives thing” Crazy eight let out a cough and their heads turned to face him “Yeah that was me” Turning back Sovereign Son Smiled again at the giant robot “I do not have time for this” It’s voice beamed, “Come in the easy way or the hard way.” Sovereign raised a hand “Tell me tin man, Do you want to start a war.” For a moment there was silence and then Sovereign went to explain “I and my three associates happen to be diplomats of France, check your records” the robot went silent “And that gives us what” A low hiss came from the machine as it spoke “Diplomatic immunity” Sovereign Son gave it a tumbs up and then walked up to stare right at it, “And if you don’t p!ss off from where ever you came from, I will more then happily let the press know that the American government tried to assault three Diplomats on American soil, Think of how France would reply and it would all be because your dumb ass is to busy clicking to the rules to think out about the larger picture”.
The Sentinels head clicked up as it was given the order to disengage, Turning to his team mates a worried looked broke on his clam expression “Pack up, they will be back for us, I just bought us a little time and someone phone Gambler and thank Christ he made us diplomats.”
Felix's mind wandered as Gambler made his speech. Politics bored him, but he dare not complain. Gambler took him in when the government tried to get rid of him. But when he got to France and became a member of 5th Republic he was safe. He remembered his past and what it took to get there. The killings and betrayals. Did he regret it? No.
After what happened to his last family, Felix refused to let anything happen to his new family with the 5th Republic. He would kill for them. Heck, he did kill for them. If anyone made the slightest threat to any of them, they was to kill them. His first job was to assassinate an assassin. A man who disagreed with Jean and Esther's way of living and decided to take matters into his own hands. Needless to say, he wasn't successful. He was found dead, two days later in a building near the place Gambler made his speech, with no oxygen in his lungs. It was quite easily to kill actually. But then again, Felix was given the lesser jobs, leaving the "big stuff" to assassins with experience. It didn't bother him though. He knew once he got his chance to shine he'd be able to take on anyone.
Felix was not a political person. Far from it in fact. But he knew what he believed in and he knew he agreed with Jean and Esther. He remembered back home in New York. The chaos and confusion. The discrimination. And then he looked out at the crowd below where he was perched. Under the control of the 5th Republic, none of that would happen. They wouldn't dare step out of line or myself or any other members of the Shadow Initiative would slit their throat. Then he remembered his task.
Felix searched the crowd. Male. Red hair, green eyes. 145 pounds and 6feet tall. Then he spotted him. Giuseppe Beaumont. A man who believed he would be able to rebel and go against Gambler's rule. "How foolish" Felix thought. Soon after he spotted the man, Gambler's speech was over. All applauded.
The people rose and began to leave when Felix chipped off a piece of wood from a plank nearby and turned it to metal. He then shaped the metal piece into a bullet.
"Long live Gambler" Felix uttered, as he used his magnetic powers and sent the bullet, full speed, over a mile, and through Beaumont's heart. There he lay, sprawled on the floor. Mission accomplished.
"Why have you brought us here?" The AI chimed in her ear as she traversed the empty streets of Orlando. "Because this is near the date where they met and also when he died." A woman in a lavender log sleeve t-shirt with levis and casual shoes walked towards a large bulding, a night club. Her skin was fair and her shoulder length dark brown hair bounced with each step she took. Her figure was fabulous to say the least and she sported a sword hanging from her waste. Large glasses lay in front of her sky blue eyes. The woman's lips were plump and luscious. While her nose was small and petique. " You mean your father? This is also the time period where supers were under a huge amount scrutiny. You can't just walk the streets like this, its not safe." She moved a strand of hair from in front of her face as she turned the corner. "Oh hush up, I won't be found. Plus, I look like a nerd! No one would ever supect me. Now you need to help me find Current the last records said he was associated with him."
"He's there but are you sure you wanna do this?" The woman nodded as a car drove by. Its lights flashed directly into her face, temporarily disabling her sight. The car slowed down, to a crawl, then a complete stop. It was red ford focus with hub caps. The driver rolled down there window and called out to the woman "Get in, it isn't safe out here." The voice was that of a woman, an elderly one. She quickly hopped inside and the old woman drove off while eyeing the woman she'd invited into her car. "Child, you can't be out there. Them robots'll come and snatch ya up dont ya know?" She smiled awkwardly and krinkled up her nose, "You mean the sentinels. How'd you know I was-- A super hero? Look at ya. Your in amazing shape and your skin is perfect. Not even the prettiest super models look like you, at least not the human ones. Those glasses don't hide much. Whats your name child?" the older woman said. "Aqua... Aqua Rose." Aqua was curious as to why this woman was so nice. The history books describe this as a time widespread hate for super beings. "Thats a nice name honey." The old woman smiled. Her gray hair was wrapped tightly in a bun at the center of her head and her feeble wrinkled hands held the wheel gently. Her lips were shriveled up and her cheek bones were high abover her weathered nostrils. Her eyes were soft with gray pupils, the only youthful feature. Her skin was pale and she was a bit on the chunky side. Suddenly the car pulled into another stop and the old woman met Aqua's gaze. "Okay this is where I'm gonna let you off. Just walk into the building right here and ask for a man named Jayden Salvador. He's a nice boy and I'm sure he can help you stay out of trouble." Aqua nodded and exited the vehicle, thanking the elderly woman for her kindness and approaching.
The light was dim and the place held the eerie silence. "Any vitals," she questioned. "Yes, one that might interest you is on the upper levels. I'd suggest you take the grav route." She smiled slyly, "Nah, I'm show off." Sprinting up to the gate she quickly incapacitated the guards with two quick pressure point shots to the neck. As they fell to the ground she wrenched one of the keycards from there neck and used it to gain entrance. Met by more opposition she leaped over the banister narrowly avoiding gunshots. Flipping over the banister once again she gained some distance and broke off into a sprint. Closing the gap between her and the guards they shelved there guns and prepared for combat. She continued sprinting until she was directly in front of a guard on the left. He crouched a bit, intent on ramming her. Aqua leaped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, using this as a medium to gain more distance. She thrusted forward and straight into a slowly closing elevator, contorting her body to fit in between the twin metal doors. The guard next to her, in shock, froze for a second before reaching for his firearm. She waited until he pointed the weapon at her head and then said, "Too slow." In retaliation Aqua quickly moved her head just enough to avoid the bullet and proceeded to knock the gun out of his hand, deliver a kick to the stomach and an elbow to the nose to finish him off. The elevator dinged, sounding her arrival. Guards swarmed wide compartment to find nothing but a knocked out guard bleeding profusely from the nose. Then a voice yelled, "She got off a floor early!" The guards quickly hustled down the stairs and Aqua dropped down from the elevator ceiling, landing in a crouched position. She casually walked out of the elevator and into the briefing room where three men reside at. One with the letter H branded upon his face gazed upon her and she met his eyes. "Tell me you don't pay those guys."
Location: Unknown Time: Unknown
She laid there in the cold dark room. No light was present no sounds were heard. The walls appeared to be closing in on her. Her minor wounds had turned into deadly injuries that continued to bleed. She breathed in the toxic air that was being pumped into her by the hour. Then one light appeared, that glowed putrid green and filled the atmosphere. She was lying on her back both of her arms were chained to the wall. Her green eyes kept staring up at the ceiling. Keeping her eyes fixed on a cretin position. She had been shot multiple times but not by guns with ammunition but with electro magnetic weapons that she had only encountered once before.
Sweat trickled down her pail face as it reached the floor. Her long black hair has knotted and wet with blood and the liquid of her body. She had been dressed in a black suit that covered her entire body like a second skin. And on her writs and ankles were some sort of tracking bracelets that would send an electric surge through her body. A color was set around her neck and every 5 minuets would force some sort of chemical in to her system. The humming of machines began and she new what was to come. It had come whenever they wanted to try again to see if she would break.
She was not going to break. There was to much at stake if she did. Her stress level soon went up as they were beginning the posses. 300 Vaults coerced through her body. She groaned in pain doing her best not to scream. The pain was beyond any thing she had felt or at least had not felt for a very long amount of time. She pulled her body trying to break the bonds that held her. Though she did her best she was unable. Clenching her teeth she began to whimper like an animal. What ever they were doing to her was beyond any thing any government was capable of or so she thought.
“How is the procedure commencing” a tall white haired man asked “Very well sir, her body is taking the pain quite beyond any thing we have ever seen the boys and I think it will not be to long till the posses will be completed”. “Good” the tall man smiled and walked toward the glass window over looking the cell of the mutant girl. Placing his hand on the glass watching her squirm in pain. A slight chuckle he let out “Try all you want little mutant there is no escaping the pain that we will bring you and sooner or later you will tell us where they are”.
The girl exhausted all her strength in trying to break free. It was to much the pain the grief she could not take it. She had been here for only a matter of day but it felt like years. The electro surges kept pulsing through her body getting stronger by the minuet. Every five minuets they amount of vaulting coercing through her body would increase. Every second that went by was filled with agony beyond measure. She tightened her fists trying to control the pain to corner it off but there was no stopping it.
“How long have you been administrating this procedure.” The scientist hesitated “I asked you a question how long”. “Um five days sir”. He looked at the young man he could see his eyes were filled with fear just the way it was suppose to be “five days and she still has not been broken?”. “Yes sir we have tried every thing that was league but nothing, she remained silent”. The tall man slammed his hand on the table “Then why don’t we go beyond regulations”. The young mans eyes widened “Sir?”. The tall man walked toward the control panel. They were at the moment administrating 320 vault through her body. If she was not a mutant she would have been dead a long time ago. He typed in something quickly and made sure that there was no one watching him.
The girl could feel something was happening something bad. Instead of being shocked he body felt as if it was burning from the inside out. Her suite was drenched with sweat and she felt as if she was burning alive. Each breath for her became more and more painful. Every gasp for air became futile for there was no longer any more oxygen to breath in. They were feeding her some sort of substance. She would have screamed but she couldn’t it would show weakness.
“Sir you can’t do that” the young man said “I can do what I want we have a mission to find the resistance”. The young man knew that this was against protocol “Sir we are dealing with a mutant there are ways for dealing with their kind”. He turned his glace from the mutant to the laky “You see that file over there” nodding his head over to a desk “Uh yes I do” “Pick it up and read it”. The laky picked up the file. Opening it he saw a picture of the mutant girl but a few years younger. From this picture he could tell she was a strong brave women, he life as he could see was filled with pain but she never surrendered. “Read the writing on the top” the man said.
“Weapon X23 genetic clone of Weapon X also know as Wolverine. From birth she has been trained as a Assassin/mercenary by an organization only know as the Facility. At the age of 6 she was put into the field and no matter how the authority’s tried they could not subdue her. 12 years of age she rebelled against her creators and fled that facility. Now she is known as the mutant/hero Talon real name Laura Howlett. Agents are advised to exercise extreme caution when faced with her. She had highly sufficient senses and deadly abilities that would alert her if she is being pursued and would swiftly kill her pursuers. None the less she has one weakness. Agents are advised to do what ever it takes to assure the capture and of this Canadian mutant no matter what actions have to be completed and to bring her in. We have been recently informed that she may have ties to a resistance that could possibly be forming. Scientist are ordered if captured to do what ever it takes to get that information from her”.
“As you can see the law is fully on our side”. The man typed in a command into the computer “lets try again shall we”. She was burning up the sweat had now turned to blood. Her wounds were reopening. The mutant could beardy see any thing what ever they were pumping into her system her healing factor was unable to fight. Gasping for air she pulled her hands trying once more to break the chains. Tears poured out of her eyes as she did all she could to try not to scream. She could feel her blood boiling her heart rate rising. “Sir We don’t want to kill her do we” the man smiled “Oh no but we will bring her as close to death as we can”. Then talking over the intercom he said on a almost amused voice “Now X23 you have a choice either tell us what you know and we will relies you, but if you continue to be this stubborn we will be forced to take drastic measures. The girl new that he was lying she could not imagine any thing worse that was she was feeling but obvious he could. “Lets turn up the heat” he reached over to the valve and turned it to max. “Sir” the lackey protested if you do that you could kill her” “Are you questioning my judgment “No sir” the laky stepped back. “Good”
She could feel it the torture was finally succeeded. She could not hold back any more. The pain was to much to conceal any more. The girl let ouf a cry of pain one she thought she never could. Never in her existenc had anythign ever pushed her this far. But this was no cry she was calling someone. Her thoughts where ocupied constently by him not by the pain. The name she was calling out was none that they knew but only she could it was “XL”. The man looked at her with a sinister grin “As I said we will break this mutant and once our work is completed well let’s just say she will be a whole different person”……
Time 1:36 at night
They alley way was dark and ragged. Mice and rats ran around the trash and garbage in a small town in Puerto Rico. It was a poor little area where instead of homes and buildings made from steel and brick but from dried dirt and multi colored pieces of metal. The people slept not caring for how they lived leaving it as it was. However the dark on the time of day began to give way to a bright light that grew more and more a little boy woke from his bed thinking the day had come but looking at his clock saw that it was still night but could not explain the light. Soon the light had a reason as man in black flew through his wall backwards hitting the floor.
His clothes where torn and he was bleeding from cuts and bruises that began to heal at an incredible rate. The boy looked outside and saw that the source of the light was the glowing eyes of a giant robot called a Sentinel. The machine like humanoid began to speak english and of course the boy could not understand him but the machine was not talking to the young Puerto Rican boy.
(Mechanical Voice) By order of the Super hero registration act and the sentinel program I Sentinel model 1154 place you under arrest for the murder of 323 U.S.A citizens, belonging to a terrorist group, numerous acts of terrorism and high treason. Comply or this unit is ordered to use lethal force. The machine raised its robotic hand and the center of the massive hand began to glow a bright red. You could obviously tell that the machine was charging up it's main weapon and getting ready to fire upon Midnightist if he did not do as he was told but then again Midnightist was not one for following orders.
"F$% OFF" He gave the robot the middle finger and then jumped through the other wall of the room and rolled on the ground till he lands on his feet and takes off. The giant robot powers up its jets and begins to follow the Man of Midnight. Mid runs across the buildings of the tiny and compact living area. The Sentinel not caring about property damage flies through the buildings. It charges at Midnightist who dodged it by performing a 360 degree back flip. He lands on the ground shattering it beneath him. He turns around and see the Sentinel turning around and begins to blast at him from its palm blasts. He does a 42 foot jump in the air to get out of the way. Pulling out his specialized hand guns he targets one of the machines eyes. Mechanical voice Left visual scanner damaged compensating with right visual scanner. re locating target for search and destroy.
Midnightist had taken this moment to get into a sewer trap and began to crawl through the muck to escape. However in only a few seconds the Sentinels hand tore through the ground almost crushing Midnightist. X-Ray scan detects targets preparing to apprehend using tentacle snares. The palm opens up and metallic tentacles grab him and pull him into its grip. It begins to crush him and its eyes begin to glow. Powering eye charges for execution. Mid pulls out his sword and jabs it into the hand causes the hand to spark electrical charges. This unit is damaged requiring instant release of captive. The Sentinel tosses Midnightist a full 12 miles through the run down building mentioned before.
He coughs up blood and can't stand for maybe a few minutes. This unite activates long range rocket units. Mid pulls out his gun and uses it to hit the warheads on the missiles causing them to explode early but the blast is still strong enough to do damage. He again flies through the air. Bleeding in a bed made from crushed metal and rocks. Hovering above him appears the Sentinel he has been fighting for the last few minutes.
This unit will now use lethal action to kill the target deemed a danger to the well being of every human being. By order of the American government you are deemed worthy to be executed on site for you crimes. Have you any last words this unit will record and replay to those you wish."Yeah.......... ugh ............. you (hu) tell (hu) your...... bosses (hu hu) that if they think (huh) they killed me they are (hu ) dead wrong and they (huh) can suck (hu) my (hu) d!%^". Message recorded execution begins in 5, 4, 3,2, 1. The Sentinel fires a massive blast that is seen from the little boy who wonders what has happened.
Ryan stood with his head tilted back, wind and rain buffeting him and sending his hair whipping around his face as he perched on the edge of a building. Less than an inch from the black abyss of night air that threatened to rush up and engulf him. The sounds of the city washed over him, screeches, car horns, the occasional scream and then, the distant sound of gunfire. In an instant his yellow eyes flashed open. Without a moments hesitation he lent forwards and plummeted off the roof, free falling three stories before catching hold of the fire escape and using it to control his descent and land safely. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans, a form fitting charcoal jacket with a high collar and his trademark Chucks, all soaked through as the rain came down.
God is in the rain
He grinned. And replied to the artificial intelligence that was residing in his head.
"Maybe, or maybe he's miles away laughing at the stupid monkeys who are getting wet."
He could tell the A.I was amused and started to run, sprinting across the street and causing several cars to come to screeching halts, their drivers beating their horns in frustration. The teenager didn't even acknowledge them. He quickly accelerated to Olympic speeds, kicking up showers of water as his feet pummeled the pavement. Opening the door to an apartment complex with his shoulder while at full tilt he dashed up the stairs before clambering onto the hand rail in one smooth motion and launching himself up another level. The door to the roof was locked, but a well placed kick tore the wooden frame into splinters and he was through. Now he had a straight run to the edge of the roof.
Ryan loved this city. In all its corrupt glory. It wasn't the blood, or the money and it sure as hell wasn't the people. Maybe it was just the sound of hope dying that he found so attractive. In a place where nobody trusted anyone it was all too easy to be the silent figure in the crowd. The one that people didn't notice. Not being noticed was Ryan's business. With a jump that would have broken records had anyone been there to see it he flung himself off the edge of the apartments and into space. With an audible grunt he caught hold of a power line that trailed off into the storm, his gloved hands gripping loosely to allow him to slide down it to the next building. He was there.
The fire burned bright in the night. The rain doing nothing to quell its ferocity. The heat was intense, cracking paving slabs like they had been struck with a sledgehammer. Standing in its midst was a Sentinel. Towering up into the sky with flames licking its flanks, making it look for all the world like the Collossus of ancient Greece had come to life and was warming his bronze skin against the cold night air. At its feet lay the figure of a man, beaten and bloody. The human shaped machine reached down and scooped him up, its mission accomplished. The Sentinel was standing in the courtyard created by four tenant blocks, one of which was on fire, effectivly hemming it in. Perfect for what the thief had planned.
"Hell of a view."
Ryan vaulted over the side and dropped nimbly onto the shoulder of the contraption, his fingerless gloves letting him get a good grip. Almost instantly the machine reacted, swatting him off with a blow that felt as if a car had hit him. Ryan tumbled through the night air and smacked into the concrete, rolling a few feet before he could stop himself. With a groan the young man clambered to his feet and looked up just in time to see the Sentinel raise its hand, repulsor beams on each of its fingertips irising open as it took aim. Acting fast Ryan threw a handfull of evasion bombs, the tiny pellets detonating and send clouds of smoke and silver foil strips into the air, foxting the machines vision sensors and throwing off its aim. Allowing him to scramble away and to the body of the man the Sentinel had been hunting. He was alive, just, but Ryan didnt care. He was after the ring on his finger. It was yellow, with a strange pattern. He pulled it off and turned. With frightening speed the Sentinel stepped through the diversion he had created with the bombs and raised its foot to crush him.
"Ai, now!"
The moment he had touched the machine, the fight had been over. Through a myriad of micro-filaments in his skin, Ryan had transferred his artificial intelligence into the machine, where she traveled quickly to its CPU. Ai was a program created from the mind of one of his childhood friends who he had seen die and was programmed to be able to crack almost any software on the planet and a fair deal beyond. Helped by the fact that Ryan had done most of the math behind the most complex algorithms used by humanity today. The Sentinel juddered to a halt and Ryan placed his hand on its foot, which had stopped a few feet above his head, taking her back into his head.
Dont just stand there, run! Youve only got a few seconds.
He took off again, into the night.
That was a one time only gig. Those sentinel's are tough. It took me a long time to break its firewall and the code learns pretty quick. I wont be able to go in by the same route again.
Ryan nodded and the two stayed silent all the way home. Finally getting there in the small hours of the morning. Throwing down the ring which he had been almost killed retrieving the thief ditched his jacket, revealling a wife beater and tattoos that covered his arms and from the look of it, back. His chest was bare other than a single image of a dagger, placed above his heart. Running his hand through his hair the teenage thief moved towards the shower, failing to hear the boots of the assault team on the stairs or the three sentinels taking up position around his building. The door came down a moment after the wall was demolished, throwing Ryan to the ground. Easy pickings for the SWAT team. THrough a groggy haze of concussion he felt cuffs bite his wrists and was hauled out by two men, his feet dragging along the ground.
Nevada: Classified Location
The hot sun beat down upon the desert landscape. On a raised plateau, William Greystoke was knelt down on one knee. His light-colored hood covered his head and provided shade. With an expression of deep thought upon his face, the Hunter looked on into the distance. Just then, a loud shriek rang out through the air as Samson flew down and landed beside him. With a slight smile, William looked at the magnificent golden eagle and slowly nodded his head. "Yes, my friend." he said to the bird in a low tone. "I see it too." He then looked back up towards the point which he had focused upon earlier, his keen lycan eyes seeing into the distance. Over one mile away, there was the detention center. That was where a few members of Wolf Pack were being held, and it was guarded by ten Sentinels and several regiments of troops.
"Well I'll be damned...." Frank Castle said, removing the high-powered binoculars from his eyes. "You actually found it."
"I told you," William replied. "I always know the scent of my own.... They're in there, along with many more mutants."
"Yeah?" Logan said. "And just how the hell are we gonna get 'em out with all those sentinels guarding the place?"
"Patience, Wolverine." the Hunter said in a firm tone. "We'll find a way to take out those sentinels, mate." Wolverine's response was simply a low growl.
At last, they knew where the prisoners were being held. As a faint breeze came through the air, William stood to his feet and went over to his two companions. With a quick whistle, Greystoke made Samson fly over and perch on his arm. In the Hunter's hand was a teleportation device from Sector 13. As he punched in the proper coordinate code, the three individuals and the eagle were then teleported to the base of the resistance.
Base of Operations: Virginia
After the mission in Egypt, the members of Wolf Pack had taken some time for themselves. While many members of the pack had stayed together, some had chosen to go off on their own to fulfill their own personal quests. For the time being, the Hunter had joined forces with Wolverine and the Punisher to form a resistance. Already, the three had acquired numbers, weapons, and even a base. Several members of Wolf Pack and even a few of the X-Men were among those who resisted. Already, the sentinels were being studied and weapons were being developed to fight them.
"Alright Castle, what's this?" Greystoke said, walking over to something large that was covered with a tarp.
"This..." Frank said, with a brief gleam of pride in his eye as he uncovered the weapon. "...is a modified harpoon launcher. It's what I'm gonna use when I bring down one of those sons o' bitches." The Punisher then pointed to the large projectile which was to be loaded into the weapon, then continued by saying, "This custom harpoon is made entirely out of adamantium. It's the only thing hard enough to penetrate the bastards. Basically, we have exactly TEN of these, so each shot will have to count." Castle then walked over to the gun itself. "Each harpoon will be connected to a long cable, which will be attached to a powerful generator located under the gun's platform. Once a harpoon is fired and penetrates it's target, clamps will spring out and it will be locked in place. Then, a strong current of electricity will be sent through the cable and into the sentinel, causing the robot to short out."
"Well," William said with a smirk. "I'm sure that if we ever ran out of harpoons, we could stick Wolverine in there and shoot HIM out." Logan just shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
Heading into a room within the base, the Hunter, Wolverine, the Punisher, and a few members of Wolf Pack viewed footage of the sentinels in action. It was slightly disturbing as William watched members of Wolf Pack, such as Talon and a few others, getting captured by the sentinels. There was no telling what horrible things could have already happened to them during their captivity. In the discussion which followed, tt appeared as if electricity might just have an effect on the machines. As he was viewing the footage and listening to various plans, an idea struck William. Suddenly, he stood up. "So, Wolverine...." he said, looking over at Logan. "How would you like to accompany me down to Florida?"
"I dunno, bub." Wolverine replied. "What did ya have in mind?"
With a determined and serious tone, William Greystoke said, "I've got a hero to track down...."
[Alternate Kado-Version 1 Look 2]
His lies had only influenced the insignificant minds of very few. Those minds were definitely not imperative they made no difference in his unruly acts. Those that were vital had been elegant to subdue his cunning attempts. He could see that his motto of, there are more ways to corrupt a planet aside from physical damage. Apparently he had been wrong. This race was much too complex to annihilate with a matter words. It would take a matter of actions to bring an end to this abnormal world.
Swww! Swww! The sound of the Neogladitor vaulting through nature’s gift to this world. What they called, a forest. He come here as a hunter, as a predator in search of prey. But he had soon become the hunted. Seven of the monstrous sentinels had been hovering high over the forest, shooting focused beams of thermal energy. He could see they were not as dumb witted as he had thought, they hadn’t entered the forest because there size would have surely caused destruction that the city folks wouldn’t like. It may have seemed like he was in a dreadful position. One that he race was not trained to enter. But really, all along, it was his game they were playing.
He had now entered a flat field of grasslands. There had definitely been enough room for each of the machines to land. So they did, following him like a mouse after a cat. And this mouse always won. He clutched the rod of his axe in both hands, slowly rising to the faces of the mechas. He gave off a wicked grin as he spoke “So scrap metals. What exactly do you plan on doing next?” They didn’t speak, they only acted. The eyes, began to power up generating laser beams. All fourteen of the eyes. He waited till the brightest moment, before teleporting only feet away from the explosion. The clash of the powerful optic energy had been so sever, that the energy had no choices other then to deflect. Simultaneously, the sentinels had fallen.
One by one, he tore into their head metal disabling the wires. He couldn’t be too careful. It was now time to commence his mission, he was headed for the city of Virginia. Surely if there was a place to began corrupting, it was there to start. The nitrous shot from his boots, as he sprang into the atmosphere, with speed so definite it was as if he was using teleportation.
A living hell.
Three months, that is as long as The Wondering Spider have been hunted like a deer in an Alabama hunting season. First, Silverland, then the FBI, and finally all the agencies he has been involve with. Also breaking Day hunter out was not a very smart move after all, the Silverland files have all the arachnid man’s known abilities. They know of the wondering spider's ability to summon spiders and most things Silverland know also does the government. For three months this hero has been off the civilian system, all this time wearing a mask, Adam Wright's face can hardly even be pictured by himself.
Mother Wright was now sick after been informed of the true identity of her son and after been told that there was no service in Iraq from Adam, ever. It was just the way Silverland chose to fill in the reason why Adam hardly ever visit and was always so busy. Truth revealed Adam became furious the only person in Silverland Adam could trust was Sammy, but Adam’s actions were constantly affecting her life as well. She was fired from Silverland and attended several cases of aiding a fugitive, she was constantly under federal questioning when she was not helping Adam’s mother in Boston General. He brainy sense of humor was long gone, now pills take care of steadying her rattle nerves.
Several have fallen before the speed and might of the Wondering Spider, hero and Villain alike have been sent after him. In the list of names were Exxo, Final X, Tyler Titan, and the latest addition, a trigger happy hothead that goes by the name of Alexander H. Kings. That last one is a persistent one, he has track TWS more times than the rest and has cause the more damage with his quickness and custom bullets… But now out of nowhere a new threat has appeared.
Present time: Augusta, Georgia.
Like falling buildings they were. Large, powerful, and a new addition to the Spider hunting. Humanoid titans were now roaming the city in search of the super human society. The wondering Spider watching as these metallic monsters made the earth tremble under him with each step. Sighing as he shakes and lowers his head the spider could only think of one thing, “Get ready for war.” said the persecuted battle damage armored spider man at the sight of the latest government final solution.
The wondering Spider’s wrist watch had been partially damage by Alexander H. Kings, the signal was in and out and between static, but he could still make up the words of his comrades through it, “This is Kurrent, the time has come…Veritas.. UNITE.”
As soon as the transmission concluded Adam’s spider sense began to tingle, “Uh?” The arachnid man looked at a Sentinel that was in the distance and even if it was not clear he could swear that the damn thing was looking straight at him, “Is it possible?” asked himself TWS as he raised his wrist watch hand, he looks at it and then looks back at the sentinel which then used its propulsion and began hovering toward Adam’s location. “Oh, crap oh..” Adam knew the chances of beating theses things might be astronomical, If he could beat it.. He didn’t want to find out not without anyone to aid him in case he can't defeat them. Adam swiftly leaped against the walls of the alley he was been sheltered in and bouncing wall to wall gaining distance altitude and speed he jump out the alley into the air and casting his web he swung away looking for a entry to the safest location he could think off, a sewer.
The Spider landed feet away from a sewer and opening it he climb down in it. The vibrations of the sentinel landing and walking around could be felt as TWS walk through the sewer lines like a rat, finding a safe spot he reach to his communicator. “Adam reporting guys.. I’ll try to regroup soon, And guys… Careful with the words you chose to use while communicating.. I think they can hear communications at distance, Over and out.” The wondering Spider then activated his night vision to see clearer in the sewer lines as he was running looking for another exit. ”My life just gets better and better.” said the arachnid as he run through the stinky, dark and rat infested sewer to avoid the sentinels.
Their battle pulled the might of the ocean a part, as their fist connected with flesh, Alien and Demon blood fell into the deep blue as they paused for a moment, Light had felt his dark force once again enter the earth and rushed to stop him, His red and blue suit sparkled in the sun as he stood defiant against the monster in front of him. The monsters raven outfit blew in the wind as he clicked his shoulder back in place, “Arrow you still punch like a Goth” light said spitting a line of his own crimson blood to the ocean it mixed in before dissolving into the deep dark. “And you still punch like a brownie, Girl Guide.” Light smiled, he hated Arrow with every fibre of his body, but it was the battle he enjoyed, not many could push the Alien this far and he never really got the chance to let lose like this. “So this is our destiny is it Arrow, locked in battle till the end of time, fighting until the other dies.” Arrow smiled his ever so famous smile and winked “Or you could fly away and let me get back to work.”
Light tore out in a blinding burst of mix of blue and red, as he pushed all his strength into the blow, Arrow at the same time called forth the Sword of shadows from the shadows, the darkness split the clouds and he moved to mach Lights speed, He pulled it up over his head when a flash of light blew the two men apart. Flying across the ocean they soon hit a light blue orb, Arrow looked at Light and he in return looked at Arrow…”What the hell are you up to clown” light spoke with blood lust from his teeth. Arrow pointed up at four large sentinels “Its not me” closing his eyes he tried to teleport out and found himself stuck in within a giant blue orb, Light looked up at them as Arrow threw orb after orb at the shield that now surrounded them “State your purpose robots”…..”You have violated American waters; the two of you are under arrest please stop and power down so we can take you in”. Light went to speak again As Arrow threw his sword towards the Robots “ARROW NO” a blast from all four Sentinels arms began to light the orb, a mix of light blue and green seemed to mix inside the orb like a dance of colours and madness.
When the ocean stopped smoking, two bodies lay floating, their skins burning and smoking, Two of this world’s mightiest had been taken out in one move, they lay not knowing what would happen to them next America was taking it’s stand against good and bad heroes alike in the vein hope of defending its people against all threats domestic and foreign and now they had shown an inch of their might, with the new mach 2 sentinel. Now with a database of every known weakness of every Hero and villain stored in their metal bodies and the means to use it, The Sentinels collected their prey “Take them to the facility and begin their reprogramming, Tell command we have two new pilots “
The last thing he remembered was the energy blast from the Sentinels hand. He couldn't remember what happened after that. His mind was blank he thought he was going to die, but given that he was wondering about his life or death he figured he couldn't have been dead either that or he would be in heaven or hell.
No somethings wrong I don't think this is the after life. Neither heaven or hell. It feels it feels more like I'm being born again. I feel something around me it feels like water am am I drowning, but I can breath I feel the oxygen in my lungs. Wait wait I'm not breathing at least not the way I'm supposed to I can't close my mouth theres theres a tube theres a tube in my trhoat pumping oxygen into my lungs. My eyes they heavy as hell I need to open them this is going to be hard they feel like they weigh ten tons.
Slowly but with no fail Midnightist opened his eyes. He had the feeling like he had just be born in the world with the added luxury of knowing what was happening to him. He looked around and like a birth he could see nothing but doctors and men and women in white coats. However instead of coming from a womb he was trapped. Trapped in a glass tank floating in suspended animation fluid to constrict his movements. He looked down to see he was missing legs and arms. He saw some of the bones in his fingers being formed followed by his skin.
Oh good your awake I'm glad to see you have joined the land of the living again I'm glad since we have a llot we can learn about you and its better for everyone that we have a living subject to test and oh parton me we're are my manners I've been going on and on but haven't told you my name. I'm Dr Duncan Chelsy. I'm the field scientist and researcher at this facility which is where all unregistered heroes and imprisoned.
Ugh don't try and talk that tube in your throat is more than likely going to make that to difficult and I dont' want you ruining the repairs we made on you after the Sentinel did allot of damage although I have to admit your body was doing a very fine job on its own, but monitoring your healing I think we maybe solved about a dozen of the medical issues that we as humans have and have already come up with a cure AIDS , HIV ugh I'm sorry I just love to ramble on and on any who its lunch time so we'll all leave and let you get some sleep.
Okay people letsget something to eat and give our guess some sleep we have a big day tomorrow Good night. The doctor and his staff all left the room and the Doctor turned off the lights like a parent turning off the lights in their kids room. Two mintues passed of silence before a repeated tapping could be heard. Tap tap tap again and again no one heard but it went on and on. Through his eyes that can see in the pitch black we could see the tapping was made by Mid's newly healed hands punching the glass of his tube over and over. Good thing this prick didn't know that my healing get faster when I'm awake. He kept hitting the glass again and again.
It seemed to go one for maybe 3 mintues of non stop hitting. Will no breaks. Again and again until Midnightist got tired and pulled his hands back breathing heavy via his tube. He got close to the spot he was hitting and examined and saw a crack. The crack made hims mirk and he went at it again punching the glass over and over. Harder and harder. The fluid began to mix with his blood from his breaking skin but as his skin bleed the glass broke more and more. The cracks splintered and branched and the suspention fluid began to leak.
A janitor mopping the floor outside the room not caring at all about anything that was going not caring for the science or arresting that went on in the building he worked and worked tryign to make his little minimum wage passing the room Midnightist was in and he had to stop in shock hearing a loud crash that went on int the room. He stood at the door waiting to what might be happening and suddenly the door opened.
> Location: The Facility Time: Night
She was on the floor lying there not moving not having the strength to move. What they put her through was to much. Her resistance to these people were slowly being broken her will was finally breaking down piece by piece. They stopped working on her for now giving her some time to recuperate. Her limbs were num and her heart rate was slow. She thought back to what brought her to this place.
> Location: Sector 13 Time: 6 days ago
Talon had just endured a grueling talk with Hunter for disobeying his orders. She had taken it quite well. Talon new what she did wrong and was puzzled why he did not through her off the team. She walked into her room and sat on the bed. The recent events had been so hard on her she wanted a rest. “Ring, ring” a sigh of disappointment left her mouth and she pick up her phone. The expression on her face soon changed as she quickly opened the phone and answered “What the Hell were you doing, you know how worried I was bout you. Don’t you ever think of any body else other that yourself!” She exclaimed. The voice on the other end was calm and cheerful “Nice to talk to yah to. Now I need you to meet me in Washington DC like now”. Talon had just finished her mission all she wanted to do was rest not go on another “What’s the matter now”. The person on the other end smiled “So then I’ll see yah in DC”. Then he hanged up “Wait are you there come on don’t do this to me” She almost screamed on the phone.
Obviously Hunter must have heard her. “Are you ok” he asked. She looked at him and showed a slight grin. “Yah but I’m going to be gone for a bit I’ll be back”. He looked at her in uncertainty “You should not go alone the way the Government is moving it’s not safe for a mutant like you or hero for that matter and your only 16”. Talon smiled “I may appears as a sixteen year old but I have the mind of an experienced individual. My child hood is one of the many things that HYDRA took from me. I am not a teenager I am an assassin and don’t need any one engaging in my life”.
Talon stormed out of her room and slammed angry but not at Hunter at something else or some one else. She regretted the fact that she raised her voice and would apologize when she’d return. Sadly she never could have thought that she would not.
> Present Time
Wile she recalled all these events she new that there was a small possibility of being rescued by any one. Suddenly the door of the cell flew open. In the door way stood two heavily built men. Talon tried to move but the color around her neck would alert then if she did any thing drastic. They each picked her up at the shoulder and dragged her out of her cell.
This was the first time she had left the cell and was glad to see something beyond those four walls. She could hear the screams and cries of others that were imprisoned. Anger was slowly building inside her she could feel an animal ragging with in and soon would let it out. The entered another room there were many scientist there. Then one of then walked toward her and injected her with some kind of drug. The ma looked at the guards they strapped her down on a table and shut the door locking it. All that could be heard of the girl was the cries and wails of pain that she called out.
> One hour and thirty two minuets later
She was now in a white room. The light blinded her eyes. She was shaking, shivering what they did to her she could not remember. She had been drugged by those scientist what every they drugged her with was taking affect. Her memory was failing her, her mind was slowly deteriorating. Beneath her eyes were bags from lack of sleep. Her hair was ragged and if you were to look upon her she would appear as an insane person and that is what she was becoming. Talon was drifting away but something else was taking control something much more dangerous. Another man entered the room. In his hand he held a metal rod that on the tip of it was an electric neutralizer. He cautiously approached her glaring down at her. The mutants eyes were fixed on the weapon not the man carrying it.
“Sire I don’t see what this will accomplish” David asked “My boy you will see, as I said we are not trying to kill her but break her. But to do that we need to unleash the chains that hold her.” “Sir I am afraid I don’t understand”. He looked a David annoyed “She has another side one more feral that she has concealed but we will soon bring it out”.
The man kicked her in the stomach. She fell on her face attempting to get up. Before she could another wound he made in her side with his foot. Grabbing her wrist he threw her against the wall. “Your not so bad” he said with a smile “and they said for me to fearful”. The time was coming the time that her life would change forever. Since HYDRA there was a part of her that she concealed from her teammates, friend and even family. A much darker side that if unleashed would destroy every thing that she had been working toward. Once unleashed it could not go back into the shadows. The guard was about to take another shot at her but then she spoke. In a low almost growling tone.
“You…..Have…..Made…..A…..Fatal….Mistake…” He looked at her. Her eyes seemed to have changed form. It was no longer the eyes of the mutant girl know as Talon it was the eyes of something or someone else. The time had finally come. In a split second she got to her feet and flipped over the guard. He quickly turned around but not quick enough. She unleashed her claws into his back. He groaned and grabbed her foot tossing her back against the wall expecting her to give up but she did not. Jumping back to her feet leaped on his back. Placing both of her hands on his neck what came next was inevitable. The man fell to the floor dead his neck snapped. She stood there staring at the corps her eyes like fire her claws out and dripping with blood.
“Sir should I call reinforcements?” David asked in concern. He let out a sigh “No this was exactly what we wanted to do.” “Sir, to provoke her in killing one of our men I do not see why”. Walking over to David he placed his hand on his shoulder “We are no longer dealing with Talon of the Wolf Pack we are now dealing with something much deadlier, X23 of HYDRA”.
She looked at the body not straying in her gaze. Unexpectedly she fell to the floor staring at her hands. It was her again she had been able to subdue the creature. But now it had been show freedom and it wonted it. “X23 is like another personality of Talon. Due to her distraught past she picked up something know as MPD, Multiple Personality Disorder or better yet DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder.” He finished looking at David “So you are saying that once you get what you want your going to use her other personality”. He smiled “Yes, she will soon be one of our best assassins for those Heroes resisting the registration”. The man left the room. David looked through the glass at the poor broken girl. She appeared to be crying her hand on her face.
“Why…please….kill…me.” she whimpered. David looked away not being able to stand this any more. “Sedate her we will soon be moving on to posses three” he shouted to David. Slowly he activated the air supply and flooded the room with an incapacitating agent.
> Location: DC Time: 5 days ago
Talon walked down the busy street looking for him. He had disappeared months ago with out a trace. He was someone that she cared about. “Leave me alone” a young mutant cried. It was a mutant his ability gave him the appearance of a lizard and obviously was getting himself into trouble. “Come on liz we just want a pet” a man said. She could see five men in about their late thirties harassing the boy. “No leave me alone” “We don’t like your kind here” another shouted.
She could not take much more of this. “Leave the boy alone”. Talon stood there. Her long black raven hair blowing in the wind. She was wearing a torn jeans and a back tank top. The men smiled “Now what do we got here” one of the walked up to her looking at her intently. He reached out his hand but was quickly stopped by her “I have no interest into being seduced throwing his hand aside she looked at the young mutant and motioned him to run he did so. Talon was about to walk away when she felt his hand on her shoulder “Come one Baby lets have some run” this was enough.
Talon grabbed his arm and flung him into a garbage crate. One of the other men ran toward her with a knife. She grabbed his knife and stabbed him in the leg not wanting to kill any one. The other raised a gun and pointed it at her “Sorry honey but it aint personal” he fired his weapon. She remained standing placing her hand on the wound. The man looked in fear “Wait a sec you one of those..” before hw e could finish the sentence she popped her claws and leaped toward him. Pushing him up against the wall her claws at his neck. “Any last words” she said. The man looked at her in pure fear but then another person entered the battle “Don’t’ do it sis”.
Talons eyes widened. She soon forgot about the am and turned around and there he stood. He was tall very hansom. His brown hair blowing in the wind. A bright smile crossed his face. She pulled her claws back and looked at him “Miss me”. Talon was flooded with emotions of anger, joy and fear. XL was her brother or that is what he thought they were. Their connection was much more that friends so he would always call hr sis. His expression soon changed from happy to annoyed. Walking closer to her he grabbed her hand and started to pull her out of the line of sight.
“Are you crazy, it’s stunts like that, that got the government where they are to day” “What are you talking about XL” “I’m talking about the registration act what do you think”. He lead her to a small apartment that was out of all the confusion of DC. Opening the door he said “Welcome to my humble abode”. Talon entered and looked. It was exactly what she would expect the windows were drawn, the dishes were piled up and his cloths were lying on the floor ”I guess you don’t clean up huh?” she asked “Well I haven’t had much time”. She looked at him “what have you been doing for the past six moths”. He sat on his couch and sighed “Let me fill you in lil sis”.
> Location: Facility Time: Present
Talon had now been moved into a much more hospitable room. There was lighting and a table placed in the center of the room. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet we tied as well. The man entered the room. He was dressed in a lab cote and had a device in his hand. He sat himself across from here looking at her. Her green eyes glared at him, her skin was now pail from the lack of proper nutrition. “Now let’s start with a simple question, what is you name”. Talon rolled her eyes and sighs. This was not what she had expected at all.
The man smiled “Ok then” pushing his thumb a button on the device 300 Vaults surged through her body. She groaned and shaking making an effort to escape but it was futile. Talon leaned over looking at the floor. Blood trickled down her nose and onto her lap “Now let’s try again but with a different question what are your ties with the rebellion against the registration act. She lifting her head just enough to see his face. Her hair dangled in from her face. She did not say a word for any thing that she could say he may be able to interpret. “You never learn do you but I’ll play it your way”. He presses the button again this time it was 350 vaults. She could not stop the pain it was to much but she would not break. He was about to do it again but a man entered the room.
“Uh sir there are two more new arrivals that my need you attention at the moment”. The man stood to his feet and glared at the broken young girl. He waked over to David “Did she say anything sir” David questioned “No….but maybe when we are finished reprogramming her that will be no problem”. David was shocked and stared at his commander in unbelief “What do you mean sir” “I mean that there is not point torturing her any more she obviously will not give up what we need” “So you are giving up sir?”. He looked at the young lackey “Oh no David quiet the opposite, tomorrow we reprogram her then after that she will tell us all we need to know”. David was still confused he wanted a striate answer from his commander “So what you are saying that you are going to alter her memories?” By this time the commander was getting annoyed by this mans ignorance
“No! We are going to erase it all every thing she knows, she will be like clay that we will mold. Tomorrow morning we shall begin the posses of plating her skeleton structure with Adumantium then we shall start removing her memories” “Sir may I ask what will she be used for once the entire posses is complete?” he looked at him and smiled “She will be used to hunt down the remaining resistant heroes that oppose us, because of who she was and the people she new she will be able to go in undetected as a spy, since she will have no remembrance of her past there will be no feelings of remorse then she alert us of any threats with out them even knowing and once we complete the prose’s by tomorrow there will be no reversing it”.
1 month ago:
Giuseppe was on the run. After his family found out about his powers his mother threw him out. His father was missing already, so his mother has been angry for awhile now and she just flipped out when Giuseppe lied about his powers. So, she kicked him. In the middle of Long island, Giuseppe lived off scraps while running around in dog form. Each day a different dog form so no one would remember him. One of the local police knew about him and wanted to catch him themselves. Cause they believe in old fashioned police work instead of getting Super people to do their work. His name was officer Mcwilliam, and he found out about him a month earlier.
A month earlier:
Giuseppe had been running around and got in with the wrong crowd. He hid as a dog with a local crime. They fed him and treated him with respect. He lived in their cocaine making warehouse. And one day when Giuseppe owner was beaten to death by his own gang, the rest of the gang went crazy. They were treating Giuseppe like crap. He lived in his German Shepherd form. They started to beat him. And one day everything went even worse. The gang was high on cocaine and they started saying: "Yo, doggy......SHUT UP!" They hit him and Giuseppe acted on instinct. He was cornered and bit him. The gang member got pissed and took out his 9millmeter and shot Giuseppe. Giuseppe made a big YIPE sound. Next thing Giuseppe felt was rage and his body started getting bigger. The gang was laughing but the laughter stopped when they saw what was transforming in front of their eyes. Giuseppe went into Werewolf and stared at them with glowing yellow eyes. His fangs were shown. His claws made their notice but slashing at the wall next at him. Giuseppe growled like crazy. But, this wasn't Giuseppe, this was an animal. One of the gang members screamed: "SHOOT! SHOOT THAT THING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The shot at Giuseppe like crazy but his body took it all. And he went after them. And the only memory Giuseppe has from that fight was the screaming and their blood and organs all over the place. Well, Officer McWilliam was close to finding them. But Giuseppe got to them first. And Giuseppe got to the officer. He came in and Giuseppe slashed at his chest and left a big scar. Bu,t Giuseppe for some reason left. He was finished there.
A Month Later:
Giuseppe was living in an ally way with a bunch of hobo's. This time he was a Rottweiler. But one day a man in nice clothing showed up to the alleyway. He came cause of hearing reports of Dog/Mutant running around. He had a device scanning the area. When he got to the Rottweiler the scanner didn't say mutant, it said "Genetic Anomaly". The man said: "Come on. I know your human. Transform. The excellence of electrocution is here. My name is Kurrent" Giuseppe finally transformed into his human form after so long. It revealed a 5'9 16 year old, skinny boy. The boy said: "The man who fought against the registration ?" Kurrent said: "That is correct" Giuseppe than said: "Why are you here?"
"I'm here for you to Join Vertias inc."
Another Month later:
Giuseppe was watching TV in his room. Kurrent gave him his own room in the "Castle". It was Veritas new base. And Giuseppe liked better than the other place. He had a lot more room. Well, while Giuseppe was watching the TV he saw something on the news:
“Ladies and Gentlemen, members of dee press, and dee millions watching at home, welcome and thank you for attending. By now you’ve all heard of ’s new legislation to govern those of use who are somewhat……different.” He said, pausing for affect. “Of course, they’ve wrapped it in a blanket of national security and dressed it up with soothing language such as, Protection, Helpful, Your Best Interest, and so on and so forth. But let me tell you what it really is. Fear, Racism, and Control. It is no secret dat years ago I in fact initiated dee Registration Act. But for dee purpose of understanding, for the purpose of training those who so valiantly lay their lives on the line so dat we may sleep soundly at night. What it has become now is a perversion of its former self. Dhey want to track those of you who only want to help us, those of you who are slightly different. They want to punish you because they fear you. My follow countrymen I stand before you now not as your Prime Minister, but as a mutant. A mutant who dat if he still lived in would be watched, videotaped, followed, and harassed simply because of dee way I was born and what I can do.”
Giuseppe thought to himself: "Maybe we should go to France.... And what the hell is the sentinel project?" But, after that the Comm went off and Giuseppe heard kurrent said: "Veritas.....UNITE!!" Giuseppe got out of bed and rushed off for the meeting room. He was the first there and waited for Kurrent and the rest of the team to show.
"So France huh? Looks like im headed that way now." Hidden said aloud while she watched the Prime Minister on the poor scratchy television, in the old run down diner in South Dakota that she had taken a quick stop at. Everyone in the diner still looked at her with a silent I hate you spread across there faces. Hidden wondered what they were thinking behind there faces, probably things like; "Mutant Freak" or "Filthy creature" which only seemed to make Hidden madder. They always seemed to fear what they dont understand. One of the waitresses walked over to the television and hit the power button causing the t.v. to black out and make a *Bleep* sound. "Hey I was watching that!" she said in a mean tone. The waitress just glared at Hidden. "Fine" Hidden said as she got up out of the worn 50's red and white booth and preceded for the door. As Hidden made her way threw the diner to the swinging glass door that read "Push" across it Hidden saw outside the black 1997 Mercedes she had stolen back at the Motel 6 was being inspected by a cop! Hidden pushed open the swinging glass door and walked out, her head was tilted down so that her jet black hair covered her face. Hidden peaked up to see the cop writing down down the license plate of the Mercedes, Hidden walked around the Mercedes and the cop to a brand new 09' Harley Davison Black with Purple flames Motercycle. She sat down upon it and phased her finger threw the key hole and turned. Part of her ability to become Intangible is that she can disrupt electronic devices when she phases threw them, now surprisingly when Hidden phases threw the key hole and hits a certain electricle wire it starts. The Motercycle revved as it started and then suddenly a biker came running out of the diner "Thats my motercycle mutant!" The cops gaze went from the biker quickly over to Hidden "Not anymore" Hidden said as she revved the motercycle and put the bike in reverse she then backed up quickly and sped away down the long dirt road, the cop ran to his vehicle and jumped in he reached for his radio mic. and began to speak into it "We have a female mutant who has just stolen a Black and purple Harley Davison I am about to pursue her now" the officer then started his vehicle and drove after Hidden.
Hidden made sure no one could see her when she quickly cloaked herself and her vehicle, she was completely invisible now and the only indication that she was there was the sound of the Motercycle engine as she drove threw the desolate area in the desert. Hidden often thought of her team Wolf Pack that she abandoned after the SuperHuman Registration Act. She worried about her team mates and how they were doing now. She remembered the fun that she had with them, Hidden had the oddest feeling she would be re-united with them, but knew it was impossiple. Suddenly Hidden heard the Police officers siren approach her, still cloaked Hidden pulled over and waited for the cop to pass. If im headed to france ill need to get there some how because walking and driving wont work, neither will train because its not in the united states and boat wont work because im no where near water, shit that means ill have to take a plane, which means ill need to get near a city. of course! ill just follow the Police officer until he leads me to a city! The Cop came speeding by with his sirens on like he would eventually catch up to a girl riding a motercycle and arrest her, but oh was he wrong. Hidden waited for the cop to get a certain distance away from her before she re-started the motercycle and began to follow him. The cop was about half a football feild away before Hidden re-started her motercycle and began to follow him. It was a long road to the city and Hidden began to miss the life she once had and the freedom she once had to live it. She looked around her and all she saw was sand and dirt, in the distance she saw a small dust devil of dirt spinning. Hidden's long black trench coat made a wiping sound in the wind as she drove. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of big black sunglasses and a i-pod nano, she put the sunglasses on and put in the i-pod nano and began to listen to Bring me to life by Evanescence.
It took forever for Hidden to get to the city but finally she began to see trees and a road sign that read City 5 miles. "Oh my f#cking god finally!" Hidden said as she came onto city grounds, the city almost looked like New York, but a smaller kind of version. She still followed the cop until she got to a four way stop light in which she took a left while the cop went straight and then she pulled into an alley. Hidden uncloaked her self revealing The black and purple flamed Harley davison and Hidden with her Bug-eyed black sunglasses on and her i-pod nano plugged into her ears. Hidden jumped off the bike and then walked into the crowd blending in perfectly. Hidden Walked to every bus stop checking the times and what buses were coming, she was trying to find a bus that would take her to an airport, but she just couldnt seem to find one. She was at a cross walk waiting to cross when as she hit the walk signal she looked up to see a huge massive new Sentinel fly over the city. The signal turned into a white walking man and Hidden crossed the street still looking up at the Sentinel Holy sh!t thats what they invented to stop us! The thing looks like it could take out the Avengers! Suddenly Hidden ran into a local man causing them to fall to the floor "Umph.." Hidden said as she fell to the floor.
"Oh my god im so sorry! are you okay!" Hidden said to the man as she began to help him up. The man wore a cap turned around on his head that read Sup!, He also had on a basketball jersey and baggy jeans.
"Yeah, im fine are you okay?"
"Yeah im fine"
"I was just heading to my car." Suddenly an idea went off in her head like a light bulb.
"Hey im trying to get to the airport, but i cant seem to find the right bus. Do you think you can give me a ride?"
"Um..Yeah Sure i can." The man walked over to his Red Ferari with spin rims. He hit a button on the car remote and the car unlocked and made a *beep beep* sound. He then walked over to the drivers side door and got into the car. Hidden opened the door to the passengers side and got in.
"Hot ride!" Hidden said as she put her feet up on the dash board.
"Thanks! by the way my names Ralph." He said as he started the car, he then pulled out of the parking space and drove away.
"You can call me Hannah." The man began to make small talk in the car which only annoyed Hidden.
"So how old are you and where you gettin on a plane to"
"Im twenty-one and im headed to cali. to see my folks." Hidden lied as she pulled out a pack of Marb. reds. "Do you mind?"
"No its fine" Hidden pulled out a cigarette and a black lighter with random stickers on it and then ignited her cigarette.
"So your over 18 huh?"
"Yeah what of it?" She said with attitude.
"Nothing" The man said as he approached the airport. There was a sign on the way in that read America Airlines! Ralph pulled into the parking lot and parked far away from the entrance.
"Can you take me to the entrance?"
"well I figured you could give me a little reward for bringing you to the airport!" Ralph said as he put his arm around Hidden and moved closer to her. Hidden lifted her feet off the dashboard and thrusted her feet at Ralph pushing him back allowing him to slam back into his door. She then brought her hand to Ralphs throat and said "B!tch you better watch who the fuck your messing with! or i swear to god i will put my F#cking cigarrete out in your eye!" she said with her cigarette inches away from Ralphes eye. Hidden released her grip and exited the car.
She walked towards the entrance of the Airport Only to see a Massive Sentinel posted out side of the Airport. Sh!t Hidden thought to herself as she walked threw the entrance of the Airport only a couple feet away from the Sentinel! Suddenly the Sentinels head turned and spoke "Mutant Identified as Holly Hidden Mutant powers; Intangibility, Invisibility, And Healing"
"Sh!T Sh!t SH!T" Hidden said as she ran threw the crowds of people. The Sentinel easily broke threw the airport cieling and ran after Hidden "Humans Please Move" Said the Sentinel as it tore threw the building after Hidden. it shot out a laser blast and Hidden became Intangible and it went right threw her. She then turned and faced the Sentinel, She ran after it and Ran up its leg toward its head, as she reached the head she pulled out a 9mil. Pistol and began shooting at its eyes, but the bullets just flew off. The Sentinel swung its hand at Hidden Flinging her threw a wall. She jumped up out of the debree and went after the Sentinel jumping up at it, she began Punching the Sentinel rapidly "DIEEEE!!" Hidden yelled out, but her attacks did nothing. The Sentinel reached up and grabbed Hidden squeezing her and relaesing a knock out gas.
Hidden had been captured.....
3 Months Ago:
The tension had been growing ever since Veritas Inc. had been declared outlaws by the government for seemingly no reason. Most of the team went underground, but Alpha Guard took a different path. He sought out Andferne and with his help cleared himself of criminal status. It wasn't as easy for the rest of his team, several of them having actually committed crimes. But they managed to stay low, staying underground and keeping attention off them. Kurrent, using money Alpha didn't even know he had, was sustaining Veritas until, if it was ever possible, the team could re-emerge. He had tried to give Alpha the same funding he had the other Veritas members, but the young here refused it. Andferne had registered him through ICE and he was clear of criminal charges. There was no reason for him to stay underground when he was on fairly stable terms with the rest of the world. Even so, he was going to lay low. That was where the secret identity came in.Now:
Briiiinnnggg! The first bell signaled the end of class and the start of another weekend. "Go pack up then come back in to pray." Frederick followed the rest of his class out to the lockers where they packed their backpacks, thankfully very light because of little homework, then returned to the classroom. Sister led them in the Act of Contrition, and with the sound of the second bell Frederick raced across the hallway and down the steps. Finally, a free weekend! Being a super hero had made Frederick come to relish all the free time he had, and three months without the Veritas Communicator beeping was almost to good to be true. Taking regular trips to New York City had its benefits, but the stack of homework Frederick had to face upon his return was as threatning as any super villain. Now, for once, he was caught up on his schoolwork and actually had time to do things a normal kid would do. Frederick should have known it wouldn't last, it never did. But three months is a long time, and when three uninterrupted months go by you start to hope...
As the third bell rang Frederick jumped into his mom's KIA Sedona and she drove out of the car line. His school didn't offer a bus system so parents had to come pick up their kids. But his brother's school did, and they had to be home in time to meet his bus. When they got home, Frederick thought he heard the beep! of the communicator watch. His mom went to the answering machine, they had a message. Frederick relaxed, he had heard the answering machine. Plopping his backpack down on the floor, Frederick's eyes fell on the newspaper. It was on the dining room table, at his dad's spot. His dad was the only one who usually read the paper, so for it to be someplace he could read it wasn't anything new. No, it was the front page article that caught his eye. Sentinal Project Initiated. Curious, Frederick picked up the paper. He wished he hadn't. It seemed the government had made its move against super beings, as if they hadn't made enough moves before. Now they had unleashed armies of giant robots called Sentinals to hunt down the heroes who weren't registered and keep an eye on the ones that were. It was a game that had been played before, just in different forms, but all with the same basic idea. And it was never any fun. Especially when Frederick knew what was coming next. With a sigh he headed up to his room. There, among piles of clutter, he searched. Finally he found the watch. Not just a watch. The watch. The watch that would end the perfect three months. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 beep! Sighing again, Frederick listened to the message. "This is Kurrent, the time has come.....Veritas...UNITE!" It had finally happened. Veritas was finally coming above ground. Frederick was ending his normal life to go do...something. The thing Frederick half hoped would never happen had happened.
That Friday afternoon Raleigh, North Carolina saw a figure they had hardly seen for three months. Alpha Guard was leaving his live of normality to plunge back into that life of adventure, danger, and huge homework piles most kids dreamed of but wasn't quite as fun as the comics make it look. This time however he was heading south, not north, to Veritas's new base in Orlando. But before he had left his home city, they arrived. A huge humanoid constructed of glinting metal, with glowing eyes and what looked like rocket boots. But the thing that really stood out, the very powerful looking laser cannons. "Hey buddy, I'm registered. You don't need to bother arresting me." But they stayed, and Alpha wondered if they could hear him. They were impressive constructions, but they were just robots. Then they spoke. "Frederick Andrews, alias Alpha Guard. Powers: Energy Manipulation, Flight, Superhuman Speed, and limited Shape Shifting and Density Alteration. I have access to your files. My orders are to watch you, not arrest you." This made things a little more than complicated. He couldn't exactly lead this Sentinel to the Veritas HQ, its orders might be to watch him but that didn't mean it wouldn't capture as many other unregistered Veritas members as possible. So what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just ignore Veritas, but at the same time he had to get rid of metalhead. And there was only one way to do that.
With a dangerous spark in his eye, Alpha gave his response to the Sentinel. "Look, you can just go back where you came from and leave me alone all together or you can go back in pieces. Personally I'd prefer the former." The Sentinel's eyes seemed to glow a little brighter at the challenge, and in a robotic tone it said. "Resistance is not allowed. My orders are now to bring you in." And without giving the young hero any time to react, a bright red flash of energy left one of the Sentinel's cannons and streaked towards Alpha Guard. Taken by surprise he only had time to quickly form a force field, not knowing if it could hold. Thoom! The blast collided with the hasty shield, and everything went black.
Hollywood walked down the Street, for he had just attained an Opera with his Date. Making up a lullaby, Simon was able to leave, Operas were most intriguing to him but his Date was not. The Night was young, and Manhattan was awake as ever. He was split between if He should go out Clubbing, catch a Movie, or just get a Beer and a cheap Date. As Wonder Man walked down time square, he saw a Video Billboard, which was giving a Broad cast of what appeared to be the Congress talking about a Bill, a Man stood up and said
“For years we have looked to the skies to be saved from the so called villains of this world, But what happens in the midst of battle to civilians, who cares for the people with no powers after this so called battle takes place” He stopped as if waiting for a answer “No one, Are streets have been filling with the blood of Americans since the first man could leap the tallest building or fly high in the clouds” he was now in full swing using hand gestures to reinsure his listeners and eye contact to build their confidence. He was in his element and they all listened with eager ears “But we have tried to police them with the registration act and yes that to an extent has worked to deal with their training. But still this last year alone injuries by super battles has been more then two thousand five hundred, In the last three years it has been over a hundred thousand and then there is the death count which reaches is slightly less but none the less just as freighting!” taking a moment to steady himself “And then there is the cost, we spend easily over 48 billion per quarter on law suits, property repair, registration and the list goes on…. Not to mention the damage it does on a emotional level, I met a young gentleman who had just came back from Afghanistan, her fought for this country and during the events of a blundered raid by Ice on the VV building in New York, he lost a leg and use of one of his arms. Discharged with out a medical pension he now lives of the state, this is how we treat our real heroes. Recently an attack by a known hero left more then twenty dead at one of this very government’s facility, where do we draw a line and realize these are not heroes but thugs in costume” Yet again he stopped and turned from the main desk to look at them all, his way of twisting the table. “What I am here for today is to offer us a chance to police the un-policed, A cost effective way to ensure our streets and children are safe and if all else we can prevent loss of life and harm to the American people.”
Turning back to face the bench he asked them all to turn to page forty four in the two hundred page document they had all been asked to bring to the meeting “As you can see this clearly shows the blue print for mechanized peace keeper, we have come to call it the sentinel, It amour is nine sheets of pure adamantium, supplied by Dare Enterprises at no extra cost to the government, It weapons are of a classified nature but all the sentinels are built for one purpose, to serve and protect like the real heroes who fight on the front line, or dawn a blue suit and a badge on the way to work not having bullet proof skin to make them over cocky, These machines will be piloted by highly trained law enforcement, not army or a special ops team but police men on the beat, The up keep of the Mechs are extremely low, much less then the day to day cost of law suits. What I am suggesting is a cost effective and efficient way to deal with the threat knocking at our door, we can no longer ignore this” he let out a cough and his two aids ran to his side, lifting a hand he waved them away and stood “Before the people of the world start noticing and we are labeled as the bad ones who ignored the chance to create peace out of turmoil.”
Walking slowly back to his seat a few small claps began to fill the hall, he had some support but was it enough, The chairman stood his white hair seemed almost noble in this light “Mr. Dare thank you for that powerful speech, we have all the information and will vote in twenty four hours, we need time to think on this matter. It is not an easy task to police the people who only wish to help us, but as you said where is the line. You will hear of the outcome” they broke for lunch and Dare stood his aids running to his side, but he ignored them he knew what was about to happen he had planned it and only him and one other man knew of the outcome of this day. Standing on the white stone stairs that lead to this building of hope he fell, the bullet had past between his eyes and now covered those white steps in a mix of dark red and white skull as he fell he smiled knowing with this one action this bill would be passed. His body lay limp as a woman’s scream seemed to carry over the rest of the coward, the shooter left his point and vanished into the night, not knowing what he had just helped achieve.
The Sentinel Project just gotten past, within two hours of that the first sentinels where policing. Any hero who is unregistered is being collect by the Sentinel’s and any Registered are now under constant super vision by a small team of them.
Simon punched the Television is Angered and walked off, as He was about to hit the Corner, A Sentinel has a Little girl and her Mother who appeared to be Mutant, one of the Morlocks, living the Sewer. The Sentinel was prepared to shot at the Frighten to, by accident the little child released an Energy beam from her eyes at it, hitting it the Left Leg, but the Sentinel stood and fire a Laser Beam at them. Using his super human Speed, Wonder Man darted over to the Two and covered them with his Body. Shielding them from the Beam, but He was injury on his back, giving off a Groan. His back smoked from the Blast, and stand in front of the Morlocks telling them, Get out of here, Now. They ran towards the Sewers, back to their home and their Wonder Man to deal with the Sentinel. It was to him, Simon Williams: Ionic Energy Empowered provides Superhuman Strength, Invulnerable, Energy Projection, Flight, and Superhuman Sense. You are not a Registered Superhuman,You are in Complete Violation of the US Government. Surrender yourself , now. Screw You, Tin Man. Invalid Response. The Sentinel called of Reinforcements, and shoots another Laser Beam at Simon. Using his Reaction time and own Energy Projection, The Hollywood Icon, pulled down his dark shades, and fired off a Concussive Beam from his Eyes, sending The Sentinel’s once Laser back at it, the Impact destroyed its Right Hand. It stumbled back a little bit, and Simon knew this was his Chance to take care of the Scrap Metal once and for all. SW flew towards it, to punch it in its head, but the Sentinel’s Reflects helped him avoid the Punch. The Tin Beast, brought up his Left Hand, and smashed ol’Wondy out of the Air, sending him flying into a Nissan Altima 2008, that was parked near a Club. The Impact crushed the Car, and Simon slowly got up thinking to himself, its Reflexes are fast, but I’ll have to be Faster. The Showstopper used his Super human speed, and agility, into running Tracks around the Sentinel, making it become confused, and waste Fuel of firing Laser Beams, at the Ground. The Sentinel then stopped firing and stomped its Left Hand as SW was running. Being crushed into the Street, WM felt the immense power of the Sentinel, and He laid under its Foot being crushed into the Ground. Grrr, these Sentinels are Powerful, bringing their A game to the Table, but think not The Incredible Wonder Man, lays Defeat. No Robot is kicking my Tail; I have defeated the Likes of Thor, and fought to a Stalemate with Hulk. Ya hear me, Tin But, No Bots and Oil is beating down Mr. Muscle. Simon forced out his Chest and Stomach, sending off a Strong Wave which forces The Giant Robot up. Not hesitating a bit, Wonder Man brought his two Hands together into a “Thunder Clap”, learned from The Hulk. The Massive Force sent the Sentinel flying up; the Glass of buildings shattered, and forced him more into the Ground, causing a huge Crater around him. Williams got up slowly and using his super human sense of Sight, He saw the sentinel being sent into Space. Wow, some work out; I see why Mutants fear those things.
But Simon’s good times were not over, the Reinforcements that the previous Sentinel called for, finally came. Wonder Man slapped his Hand onto his Forehead, saying, What the Hell? You over sized Toys don’t give up, do ya? Without further due The Sentinels made their way for The Arrogant Hero, shooting eye beams at him. He managed to avoid a few of the Beams, with his Vast Reflexes and Agility, but his luck ran out, One of the Sentinels, blasted the Ground, which explode sending debris into the Air, and Simon flying back into a Bar. Awwww, or. Man, I have got to avoid those Blasts. A women came up to him with a Pen and Paper, asking for his Autograph, as WM was about to run off into Battle. Aaah, Why not, she’s beautiful and a fan. Simon stopped and took the time out to write the Paper with his Signature Sign, after SW flew at the Sentinel to his Left. Knowing his mistake from before, as Wonder Man was about to be slapped out of the Air once more; He landed on its hand and run up to the Head. Instead of attacking it, whilst the Machine was vulnerable, Hollywood leap over to his Right on the next Sentinels head. The two Sentinels faced each other, with Simon on the Head of the one to the Right, unable to do anything, The Metal Monster told to the other, Shoot him off. Williams smirked as the other Sentinel charged up for an Eye Beam at full Power, as It shoot at them, The Wonder Man leap into the Sky above and levitated from being greatly damaged. The Bait was destroyed due to its head being exploded by the Other Sentinel’s blast, there as One Sentinel is what he calls, Terminated. The last Sentinel activated its rockets on the bottom of its feet, and with a powerful burst, took off after Wonder Man. The Heartbreak Kid flied down towards the oncoming Robot. The Sentinel tried to gain the advantage by shooting multiple concussive beams from its Palm. Simon evaded them but spinning and performing many Aerial Stuns, but He was finally caught by an Energy Net, the Sentinel release. He began to descend from the Air fast. I can’t turn Ionic or the Net would disrupt my Energy Pattern, and causing me Great Agony. Hmm, I have to figure a way out. The Showstopper drawn in his Arms, and using Pure sheer Strength, busted out of the net. Williams flied back at the Sentinel, as He was within inches; Williams pulled down his Dark Shades, and charged his Ionic Eyes. The Sentinel to punch him and then blast him again with an Energy Net, but Mr. Muscle does not fell for the same trick twice. Using his Super Speed, Simon flew around the Sentinel avoiding what may have a game changing for Simon. As the Sentinel turned around, Wonder Man released an Intensity Eye beam of pure Ionic Energy at it, incinerating it to dust. SW descend to the ground slowly, after landing, He groaned from the Blasts, he was hit by.
I can’t allow this to escalade further, Mutants, Superhuman, nor Humans are safe from the Destruction of these metallic abominations. I have to get to their Congress Members.
As The Wonder Man walked off, He was got unexpectedly by Intensity ray of energy, which seemed to have come from the Sentinel, which Simon sent to space. He let off an uproar from pain, as He was blasted into the Ground. Laying there Simon’s ionic energy was disrupted and reforming, which made him Vulnerable for a few seconds or minutes. The Metallic Being landed on the Street and walked towards him. The Sentinel punched him into the Ground numerous times, as He lay defenseless. Wonder Man’s body reformed but He lay unconscious. The Sentinel picked him out with two fingers, by Simon’s right Hand. His Spandex Costume was torn up, and his Body was bruised. Tin Man went on to charging his Eyes and Chest for the Final Blow, to end The Hollywood Icon. But Simon awoken, and his Body was back to normal, healing off some of the Minor Injuries, but no the Sever. He released an Energy Wave of Ionic Energy from his Right hand the Sentinel held. Destroying its Left Hand now, The Sentinel was distracted, and the charged energy faded away, thanks to its low Fuel. The Angered Wonder Man had now been augmented in Strength, thanks to being Enraged. Simon leaped into the Sentinel, causing it to lose Balance, and fall to the Ground. Smoke was formed from the Impact, and the Street shattered around it. Simon gave off a Eerily like Roar and leaped into the Air, He landed hard on the Sentinel’s Head, causing his Face to smash in. The Incredible Wonder Man then said, using words from a Friend, WONDER MAN SMASH! Ol’ Wondy began to punch the Sentinel’s face in, without resistance. After the Tin Man was seemingly destroyed by the Power of Wonder Man, Simon jumped of it, and walked away. But The Sentinel got up slowly with Malfunctions and released a weak energy beam from its Chest, which hit Wondy in the Back. The Beam damaged him but Wonder Man gotten him more Enraged and released another Highly Intense beam from his Eyes, but He did not charge his Energy into his Eyes or take off his Shades. The Beam destroyed the upper body of the Sentinel, and Wonder Man calmed down. Wonder Man checked to see if any one was Harmed, but none was Harmed. I have got to get to their Congress People before any one gets hurt. Simon Williams then took to the Stars, and journeyed to find the Congress Man about the Sentinels.
Gambler stood in the shadow of the towering Vine Villains leader before being serenaded with his misplaced banter and rhetoric. Trying to decipher the ramblings of the less then eloquently spoken Darkchild. But Gambler soon realized that despite his lack of tact, the hulking warmachine had news that was of great importance. Sadly however his focus seemed to shift from the retelling of the story, back to his attempts of agitating his former friend and teammate. “You look like a Penguin in this thing” smirked the overconfident villain as he removed the Prime Minister’s tie. “Don’t worry, you can tell……whatever the hell Esther is, that I took it in a scuffle. She doesn’t need to know I took it so easily.” He continued. With a subtle sigh of annoyance, the King of King’s snapped his fingers. But not to signal an army of warriors, but an army of personal groomers. Immediately an entourage of stylishly dressed assistants emerged from various doors around the courtyard and converged on the LeBeau Legacy. Each one painstakingly addressing any imperfection in his attire. A new Chevalier silk tie was draped over the shoulder and his shoes quickly buffed before the graciously bowed and returned from whence they came.
“Go ahead and keep it mon ami. Clearly you are in need of it more dhen I” smirked the arrogant Cajun. Darkchild paused for a brief moment before focusing his attention back on the story. “They hit me at my home, and will more than likely attempt attacks on whats mine.....I want them gone. And I know you have leverage in France. And to do that I will need your help....and Esther if she can stop for a few moments and stop glaring at me through the tinted glass.” It was now clear the Sentinel Act was more then America simply policing its own supers. They had broken International laws by attacking the VV stronghold in Greenland . A miscalculated misstep by the current administration that would have long lasting ramifications. Turning many countries who had remained neutral, into staunch supporters of Gambler and his openly critical criticism of the Sentinel Act. He had to admit however the mechanical menaces were stronger then he had first anticipated. Darkchild’s body was still healing from the brutal attack and although Gambler would never say it aloud, the Vine Villains leader was more powerful then just about anyone on the planet. Yet it only took three of the newly manufactured robots to nearly destroy him. As the Prime Minister ran his fingers along his chin contemplating the proposition set forth by Darkchild, the distinctive fragrance of Chanel swept past in the gentle breeze.
Esther had finally removed herself from the SUV. Her movements ever so graceful. “Do not flatter yourself” she said. Removing her designer sunglasses and adjusting her brimmed hat. Her hatred for demonic juggernaut shining through her angelic appearance. Suddenly the courtyard was alive with the sounds of cocked weapons as Esther’s personal military surrounded Gambler and Darkchild. “You” she said pointing at the Vine Villain, “Seem to think you are entitled. You seem to think that I owe you something. Why? We two are cut from a very different cloth Darkchild. I don't understand you, and frankly I don't want to. But you came here not to see me, you came to see my husband.” she said as she folded her arms across her chest. “So see him then, now that you feel that you share a common enemy in the American Sentinel Army. Perhaps you two can bond over old times...and a new common enemy.” She said with a wide grin. “Oh and as for what I am to him...I am his wife, and I am also Master of this house. So I suggest you deal with one another quickly before I am forced to dispose of you...both of you”
And with that the former Les Assassin Silencieux leader ascended up the cobble stone steps. Retiring to her study, the Republican Guard escorting her all the way. Adjusting his cuff links Gambler chose his next words carefully. “ Dee way I see it, you need us, more dhen we need you. An alliance at dis point would be detrimental to the overall goal. I am not out for revenge here old friend, quite the contrary. Supers are the future, we’re the next step in evolution. Generations from now history will remember this period as the moment it all changed, the moment we took are rightful place atop the food chain.” He paused suddenly, as if struck by a mental thunderbolt. A thought had been forced into his mind from an outside source. A feat not easily accomplished. “Where were we…..ah yes, an alliance. Formally you must know I cannot accept. However, I believe there is a way we can both get what we want. One of my men, my U.N. Ambassador to be exact, has been captured in the United States and shipped to their secret prison for Un-Registered heroes. Unfortunately I must attend to other more pressing matters. But you, you have the ability to teleport not to mention the power to confront the Sentinels head on. Take my Defense Administrator, Drifter, and my Chief of Staff, Nitric. Teleport into the United States, find this camp and free all those imprisoned. Do dis, and you’ll have France's and the 5 Republic’s alliance. No if you’ll excuse me, I have a plane to catch.”
Without waiting to hear Darkchild’s response the ambitious Cajun stepped back into the SUV and drove off. While in route, he received a call from someone representing the field director of his Shadow Initiative, Sovereign Son. Explaining there had been an incident but that the situation was under control. “I need you to relay a message for me now chere." Gambler responded. "I need information on the whereabouts of Kurrent. My sources say to check Florida . Tell him, Section 8 will be well compensated. I shall meet them in Orlando in 9 hours.”
She awoke with sharp pain in her head, a painfull migrain throbbed in her skull. "mmmph....uhhh...ahuuh...." Hidden lifted her head up and tried to look around, her vision was hazey for the first few seconds, she could feel heat on her face and her vision was yellowish wich could mean there was a light above her. Soon her vision cleared and she was correct a bright light shined above her revealing only the middle of the room while her suroundings remained in shadow. She remembered taking on The new Sentinels, being knocked threw a wall and then knocked out and captured. No wonder my head hurts... Hidden sat in a wood chair with adamantium handcuffs locked on her hands and a 1x1 yard length table in front of her. There was also a metal collar around her neck probably to prevent her from using her powers. She looked around trying to see past the shadow to see if anyone else was in the room, but it was to thick and all she saw was black. Where the hell am I? Suddenly the sound of a metal door creaking open was heard. Hidden could hear the number of foot steps and Identify that two people had entered the room one a man and the other most likely a woman, ones foots steps seemed to step as if they were a heavier weight then the other person as the other person stepped as if the were built as a woman. Just then two people stepped into the light, revealing Maria Hill the CO-Deputy Director of SHIELD and Nick Fury the Deputy Director of SHIELD.
"Well Hello Nick" Hidden then turned and faced Maria with a glare on her face. "Maria..." Nick leaned with both arms on the table in front of Hidden. While Marie stood next to Nick.
“Listen Hidden im not here to be your friend right now. I’m here to give you two choices.” Nick said with sternness in his voice.
“And what would those choices be?” Hidden replied.
“Sign the Superhuman Registration Act and re-join SHIELD…or sit in the hellish prison and rot away until further notice.”
“Listen the only reason why were here is because we need you to assassinate Kurrent and Gambler because there a threat to the American Government!” Maria butted in swinging her finger around trying to make a point. Stupid B!tch
"Let’s see first you capture me and hold me prisoner and then you ask me to go against my own kind and kill the two greatest men known to mutant kind? Hell no! I will never conform to your ways!” Hidden yelled out in anger.
“Fine then you’ll just have to rot here with all the other Mutants” Nick said turning and leaving the room with Maria following after.
Hidden could here the metal door creak open and close again and then they were gone. Then suddenly lights flickered on everywhere revealing men with guns and masks’ covering there faces, dressed in SHIELD tactical armor, there was also big two way mirror on the wall so that people on the outside could see in. Two men walked over and lifted Hidden up out of the chair and then escorted her to the door and threw the hallways to her cell. As Hidden walked threw the hallways of the so called mutant holding facility she noticed there were no windows, two double doors opened and revealed other rooms like hers with two way mirrors. Hidden passed by them looking threw the mirrors at other mutants being tortured it sickened her as she walked by Oh my god those poor mutants…, but then Hidden passed a room that made her heart skip a beat, Talon one of her team mates from Wolf Pack was being electro shocked by a strange looking man in a lab coat. Talon! No! I have to save her! Hidden knew that she had to save Talon. The two men pulled Hidden down the Hall two a room with nothing inside it but one light in the middle. The men opened the door to the room and pushed Hidden in; she fell to the floor smacking her head against the ground knocking her out.
Time: 11:00pm
"Benzin Patlamak!" On any normal day (not that there ever was one), Sylver never would have resorted to slowly drawing out her victim's death. A quick snap of the neck was all that was needed. But today wasn't normal. Today was special. Today, Sylver was angry. Her mood, mixed with her ability to command magic through her Staff of Duende, resulted in the large, blue pick-up truck's gasoline tank igniting and transforming its once shiny metallic exterior into a flaming ball jeting into the air. To human eyes, the explosion would have looked blinding, dangerous, and perhaps painful. But to Sylver, her vampire-Elvin eyes studied the dancing flames with intensity, as they glowed and shimmered, reflecting off of particles in the air.
"Whooo!" Sylver hooted, as if she were watching a movie. A high pitched wail tore through the night air, surpassing hers in volume, and shattering the windows surrounding her. Sylver laid on her stomach, on top a large wooden crate, while the werehouse windows imploded around her, and her Harpie adversary burned in the pretty flames. She rested her chin on her hands, rocking her legs back and forth in the air. This was too amusing to miss out on!
A second burning ball sprouted from the first as it smashed into the ground. The second was small, fleshly, and in intence pain. Sylver twirled her Staff around in her hand, dazily amused by the winged creature's cries for help.
"Pleezzzze....heelppp! Itttt--b-b-burrrnzzzz!" The Harpie hissed. Sylver cocked her head. Oh, but it's so much more fun to deep fry you, my dear. She retorted mentally. Now bored, Sylver leaped off of the crate, landing just next to the screaming fire.
"Alev terketmek." The flames disappeared and the large bird-human hybrid twitched and convulged on the ground in front of her. "My, my, my...what have I done." Sylver drew out each syllable carefully, emphasizing each word, "It appears that I've char-broiled a bird. Shame on me. I'm such a bad girl." She grinned evilly, her very slight English-sounding accent coming out. The pented up anger from earlier was leaving, but not entirely. But it would have to be illeviated quickly, because Harpies were experts at fast healing.
The livid creature on the ground stared up at Sylver. "No....you arrre frreeeka! Frrrreeeka! You arre monsssta! Monssta! Ssstuuupiddead thhing!" The Harpie was being held up by the collar before she could blink. Sylver gripped hard and lazer-beam- glared into the Harpie's eyes with her own icey blue ones.
"Monster, am I? Dead thing, eh? Well, I suppose you're right. I am dead..and I am a monster. A very scary monster," Her black shoulder-length hair seemed to change a shade darker as Sylver raised the Harpie abover her head and wailed it into the solid concrete ground. The Harpie sputtered a few strings of curses, and Sylver placed her boot over its rib cage. She leaned closer, gripped the Harpie by her long, apple-green hair and pulled her closer, whispering. "And that is why, you filthy waste, you shouldn't of come out tonight and killed all of those five year olds. Or the old man. Or the twenty-five workers at the bank. You are serving as an example to your other bird friends on what not to do in my city." Crack..crack...snap! The rib cage shattered first, then the internal organs, and then the spine. It happened so fast that the Harpie didn't have time to scream. Sylver lifted her boot off of the Harpie and glanced down at her black pants. "Awww....dang." Sylver frowned. A smear of blue-green blood tainted the glossy black color of the fabric.
The pointed teeth hidden inside her mouth tingled when the smell of warm blood reached her nose. Disobeying her instincts, Sylver turned away from the dead figure and took off into the sky. Her throat was still burning in want of the Harpie's blood when she landed on top of a large skyscraper. "Sylver, Sylver, Sylver...look what you're turning into..." she sighed, "a skittish little vampire who gets hyper at the sight of spilled blood. Pathetic." She repremanded herself. Upon changing from Elf to vampire, Sylver had always told herself that she would never stoop down to the level of the average vampire who scrounged around for "food", killing anyone for any reason. No, she needed her prey, if it would be human, to be guilty of a crime....a crime punishable for the sick death she would provide them. She had never been comfortable killing those she protected, but had to remind herself that it was neccessary.
Sylver wasn't evil, and by no means thought of herself that way. After a few decades of trying to redeem herself, as if she could try and escape what she was, Sylver had come to a realization. She was immortal. And she would be doing this until the end of time most likely. She was what she was, and there was no harm in it. Toying with homicidal creatures and supernatural anomalies only wasted the time. And amused her...whatever she prefered to think of it as. Physical laws no longer bound her, and her previous Elvin laws no longer applied. In a sense, she was free. An immortal Elvin vampire capable of whipping out entire towns in a single night either in bloodshed or with her magic. A true picture of dark power....Sylver shuttered and grinned at the picture. Yes, insanity was quite becoming her...
Leaning on a metal fence guard rail, Sylver glanced down at Time's Square, where the giant advertising boards were busy projecting the latest news. The Sentinel Project had been approved, and the Superhuman Registration Act was reinforced. Sylver gripped the railing until she left hand marks in the metal. Those fools... Every time they brought about those bills, chaos would ensue in the streets, families would be destroyed, and the very mission of peace that they sought for would be pushed farther away. Sylver had spent quite a bit of time with mutants, the X-men included as she had been a member before her transformation. And with superhumans, Sylver wondered who of her cape-wearing friends would turn themselves in.
Sylver smirked. Certainly not her. But then again, she wasn't sure if people considered her a "hero" or "superhuman". She leaned more towards the "supernaturally strange". Lifting up her Staff, Sylver spoke a command. "Nakil" A red light enveloped her, and she was wisked away to her destination.
Location: New York & Canadian border
Time: 11:40pm
A cracking noise echoed throughout the endless aray of ferns. The red glow faded and Sylver's feet hit the ground. She serched her surroundings with her eyes, her nose, and her ears But no one was around them for at least forty miles. Good. Sylver relaxed. Levitating above the ground a few feet (so not to leave foot prints), Sylver zipped through the forest, dodging any trees or animals that got in her way. The sooner she got there the better. Work needed to be accomplished. And she was running out of time.
Within minutes, Sylver found the river, and followed it. About thirty yards away, the river picked up speed and power, and dropped about a hundred and fifty feet to death-assured rocks below. Sylver dove with the plunging water, and at its base, flew into the falls. The roar of the water was amplified a hundred fold in her ears, making Sylver increasingly edgy as she entered the tiny, damp cave. Crystal covered stalagmites and shimmering stalactites littered the cave's interior. Bats sqeeked and twittered on the ceiling as she entered. Pressing on a small, greenish stalagmite sticking out of the ground, a clay covered wall shifted open as a passageway was revealed. Sylver flew inside, and the door shut behind her. The hallway was near pitch black, save for a slight orange glow a few feet off. Small, oil lamps had been placed into the earthen walls, which twisted and turned in an innumeral amount of ways. She turned another corner and stood before another clay door guarded by two suits of armor.
Sylver had enchanted them so that if the password was not said, they would attack. "Foc, pamant, apa, aer." She announced, reciting the four elements in Romanian. The door shuttered and groaned, shifting aside slowly. Sylver entered into a large dome-shaped room where several people stared at her entrance. A blue-skinned girl from the crowd raced toward her. "Sylver!" She gripped Sylver's waist, and the tension in the room seemed to waver. "I like your shirt...it's pwitty." She said, staring at Sylver's one shouldered black shirt. The girl looked up at her, her eyes the size of an owl's, only bright teal. "Did you bring any more friends?" Sylver smiled. "Sorry Ava, no friends today. I just need to see your Uncle, okay?" The eight year old tried to hide her disappointment, pointing towards an office door on the other side of the room. "He's in there." Sylver walked past the scattered crowd in the room, all who stared at her paper white skin and pale blue eyes.
With her mutant friend Richard Hayley, Sylver had been able to form this underground hideaway. It would do little against a sentinel if one found them, but it was the only thing available. Richard was a telepath/pyrokinetic who had always relied on foresight. He knew that someday, mutants would need to hide. And that resulted in building the cave hideout. While he organized the refugees, Sylver gathered them from the streets. It had given Sylver something constructive to do while spending some time away from her present team: The Wolf Pack, so that she wouldn't spend all her nights deep-frying her enemies out of shere boredom. Sadly enough, it only lasted so long.
Sylver entered the office and saw Tony Hayley staring at a dinosaur-age TV. The station was replaying the assassination of Mr. Dare, the wonderful start of all their problems. "Ya know Tony, you can stare at that all day, but it's not going to do anything." Tony glanced up at her. He was a rather tall man, taller than Sylver by a few inches, with a clean-shaven face and his jet black hair combed back.
"You sound like Rick." He answered gruffly. Sylver placed her hands on her hips. "Well I'm sure he'd say the same thing. Why haven't they been moved farther underground. Now that sentinels are legally commisioned, thing's will get more dangerous; we need to be more careful. Tony! Are you listening to me?"
Tony ran his hands through his hair, in a tired, I've-been-doing-this-for-too-long fashion. Sylver frowned, trying to read his face. "Oh gosh, Tony....what happened?" The stern, fearless man before her seemed to loose all of his strength as a single tear came from his eye. "Sylver....just a few hours ago...Amy Mavrick and James Soson left. We tried to stop them, but you know....it's hard to stop people who can phase like ghosts. They got scared by the news and kept saying that they needed to turn us in, otherwise we'd be found and killed. I'd tried to tell 'em otherwise...but they wouldn't listen. I sent a few people after 'em, but they could only go so far, expecially now. I need you to find them. Please."
Sylver's eyes widened and her hands hung limply at her sides. A few hours...they could be anywhere! "Where were they headed?" She said, trying to remain calm. If they were exploited, 213 mutants would be dead by morning.
"Washington DC. They said somethin' crazy like....talkin' to the president directly. I swear those kids are on somethin'..."
Instantly, Sylver turned to leave. "Sylver," She stoped. "Yes, Tony." The big man wrung his hands. "Please find them....I don't know what'll happen if they find us...Ava. I need to protect her. Rick asked me to." Sylver felt a slight pinprick of sadness. Rick. He'd been killed by a mutant lynch mob, trying to protect Ava. Tony was the only family she had now, in this very dark world. "I understand Tony. I will find them." Sylver left the office in a hurry, walking past the gawking people. Ava's eyes lit up again. "Do you wanna come to my room? I got a new book!" Sylver looked down at Ava. It didn't seem fair that whatever events laid ahead would tramatize her for life...she hadn't even done anything. Except be a mutant. Sylver patted Ava's black hair. "Not today, hun. I've gotta go find some missing friends."
Ava giggled, and Sylver fought back a smile. It never ceased to amuse her that a little eight year old wasn't scared of a vampire. "Ok...maybe next time?" She said as Sylver opened the exit door. "Yes, Ava...maybe next time." The door shut, and Sylver took off faster than she thought possible. Dirt kicked up from her rushing past, and she launched herself out of the cave, past the waterfall, and into the sky. If there was a next time...
But then, without warning, Sylver let out a laugh. The world around her was falling apart, mutants were being rounded up like cattle, time was racing against her, and two mutant teens were on there way to the nation's capital to announce to the president that there was a mutant hideout. It was maddening! Insane... and yet beautiful. A picture of the impossible threatening to break the world, and only an undead Elf, a picture of darkness herself, was standing between it. Sylver snickered. How dismal....perhaps I am mad...oh well, that will only make things more interesting. And she continued to fly, laughing at the face of danger.
Brussels, Belgium:
Inside a black limousine with smoke windshields was still the bandit kneeling backwards on the driver seat aiming a Raptor magnum straight at the secretary general’s head. The secretary was in the far back seat of the limousine dialoguing with the mercenary of a world super human hunting exercise. “The sentinel project” called it the secretary general of NATO. The man after those words came out of his mouth he seemed almost like if this “Sentinel project” justified the reason to stab Veritas inc. after all it did cleared his mind not to be link to the world’s most wanted “criminals”. “I see, this is your main reason.. You were the first to be indicted when this thing started. I got that cleared.. Even so I couldn’t care less about the heroes, specially about the electric boy that shot me.. Now my question is.. When are you paying me?” said GB while aiming his gun at the secretary of NATO. The secretary seem a bit annoyed at the question, how can he think of money when soon the sentinels will be activated to hunt his own kind. “What is the matter with you? Do you realize what I just revealed to you? The sentinels is the end of you and those around you! Doesn’t that bothers you at all?” ask the secretary. “You want the truth?” Ask the bandit in reply, the secretary nods and GB shrugging he replies, “No.. I couldn’t care less about the rest of the world.. In my eyes you people are making me a favor. Less super power heroes means less people to stop me, which means more money for me.. You guys are just making the game easier.” The secretary seems to understand, after all he is talking to a mercenary is almost dumb to expect any better from a man that kills as if it was some kind of a sport.
Everything there is to know about the sentinels was revealed to the bandit by the secretary, not because he wanted to but because he had no choice. It was ether that or the CSI would be cleaning his brain off the limousine.. “Anything else you need to know, mercenary?” The Bandit then turns around and sits straight in the limousine driver seat. “No, I’m good… I’ll drive you to your home since James (The driver) isn’t waking up anytime soon. “You know where I live?” ask the secretary, “Your wife, is not home she was going shopping when I left, your maid is cute and you have a stun golden retriever.. The bastard almost blew my cover.. Yes, I do know.. Now lets go..” The secretary sighing he looks up to the limousine ceiling only one thing he could be thinking, “Why did I get involve with this guy.”
Present times, US: Unknown location
The organic android was receiving instructions, the eyes were rapidly blinking as they glow with emerging in a code riddim almost like a Morse code. As this happened the body of the bandit was moving automatically and unwillingly. All that the Bandit’s conscience could do was watch through the eyes but not move. The body using the super speed by itself was on its way to an airstrip. Where am I going? ask himself the mercenary. Once in the location the code activated Gbandit’s capacity to control his own body once again. The Norse code concluded. The reaction made him lose balance and fall back on his ass. The sight of anger and frustration can be seen on the hell house hell raiser’s masked face, looking up at the sky with anger, kneeling on the ground the bandit shouts out to the heavens, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!?!” sighing after screaming out his lungs and while lowering his head he then tries to get back on his feet as he speaks, “I’ll do as order.. I will… But who ever is doing this to me. Know this! I’ll find you and when I do.. You will be sorry..” After getting on his feet the Bandit looks at the large lake and searching on his memory he look at what the Norse code had left implanted on his brain. “Weapons not far from here…” said Band. The Bandit looks around with his X-ray vision, it was as if he knew what he was doing even if he had no memory of it..
In a camouflage hut about a hundred feet away there were new arsenal, weapons clothes etc. Apparently it was dropped out and placed there specially for him. Using his X-ray vision Band saw that inside there was a new bomb rigged motorcycle and a large bag with different kinds of weaponry, also new charges for Bandit’s laser cannons. There was only one explination, “I see now.." said the Bandit, "I’m nothing but a tool for these bastards. They play me like if this was a game.. And I’m nothing but their chess piece that does their job.” The Bandit then using his sword he crack open the create and strapped the bag on the back of the motorcycle, then he mounted and put on the helmet.. “But I’ll get to them soon enough.” said the Bandit. There must be a way to transmit those signals that trigger my body.. That’s how I’ll find them…But for now lets do as told and try to have some fun while at it. Thought the Bandit as he checked the motorcycle’s mini computer panel and set a location on the GPS. “Lets go! Mr. Galikanukus!” shouted the Bandit while he revs the motorcycle and vanishes into the distance.
Location: Facility Time: Unknown
Talon laid back in her cell, her head throbbing her mind thinking. At this moment she was sain or as far as she could tee. Her mind was clearing but she could not tell why. One moment she was being effectively tortured and her mind fading away and the next she was back in her cell and felt a bit better. She brushed up against the cold metallic wall and sat there holding on to her knees. On the other side of her cell stood four heavily armed guards with weapons that she was not familiar was. This whole place was unfamiliar to her.
Her mutant ability seemed to be working alright, she smelled the are and got two scents that she was familiar with her team mate Hidden and….. Her eyes opened she jumped to her feet to make sure she was correct. And she was alright it was Nick Fury. She clenched her fist tightly and moved closer to her door. “Nick” she said wile growling. Talon had never liked SHIELD it one the one thing much worse that HYDRA. Now that she new where she was maybe she could find a way to escape.
Five days ago
Location: DC Time: 5:45 PM
XL explained that he was busy spying on SHILED and HYDRA at the time Talon had joined the Wolf Pack. And also that he had already knew about the Registration act. Recently just found out about the Sentinels. “SO what your saying the US Government is going to forcer mutants and heroes to register” “Hell yah and if they resist those thing will take’em out big time”. XL was 18 years old; his original parentage was from Australia as far as we could tell. But in truth he has no Idea where he came from. “I don’t believe they would do that”. XL sighed “Sis come on they can do what ever the hell they want alright they don’t need a reason”.
But that was not what she meant “No XL doesn’t all this seem a bit to familiar”. He looked at his little sister he new where she was going “Sis things don’t happen the same way twice aright where we really come from and this world that we live in are two different things” She stood to her feet and walked toward the window looking out side “XL there will always be pride there will always be hatred the human heart is that there is not good in the world any more. No matter how they will try it will never be stopped there will always be corruption.” A tear rolled down her eye “This world will soon be the same as the one where we come from” . He walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder ‘Have faith sis yah I know how evil the human heart is I mean I’m a good example but there are greater forces out there and there is good”.
She looked at him puzzled “Greater Forces?” he smiled “gotcha there didn’t I” before she could answer there was bang on the door. “Oh crap” XL said wile looking at his sister. He grabbed a backpack and opened up the window motion to Talon to jump out. His apartment was only a couple of feet from the ground which would make it an easy jump. They reached the floor they could hear the guards searching XL’s room. “Well in those six months I did make a few enemies” she smiled “Yah like the government” “Come one sis we’re fugitives of the government they\re always going to hate us” .
The two dashed down the alley. Talon could not get it out of her head “Sentinels, how could they create sentinels with such inferior technology” “Sis I can read your thought and this world is more advanced than you know”. She sighs, XL had the ability to read another persons thought one that she wished she had. They could hear the. The two got to a dead end. Turning around XL said “Careful sis” and those were the last words he said.
Present Time
Location: Facility Time: Morning
Talon groaned as she awoke from her sleep. The pain had all returned every bit of it. The head ach that she had was beyond any thing. Her legs were swore and her hands shaking. What ever happened last night that gave her that window of opportunity to think was long gone. The Adumantium cuffs that were attached to her hands were bruising her skin. Probably if they were to be removed there would be a dark ring around her wrist. She could hear the talking of the man and his partner wile walking toward her cell. “Oh great more fun”
“But Sir I don’t see why we have to be so intense, how do you not know that she will just die”. This man was getting tired of talking about X23 in this manner all he wanted to do was simple turn her back into what she was. He did not need all that talk about why, when, how and who. “She went through this procedure when she was thirteen I think she could stand it again at the age of sixteen.” David was nervous he new what they were doing when against all regulation and rules but he had to obey.
They entered the cell and looked upon the mutant girl. He smiled “You poor creature, but do not worry you shall soon be put out of your misery”. Talon leaped toward the man claws out but was pulled back because of the cuffs that were attached to the wall. “I wonder what’s she thinking” David though to himself “Leave us” the man said to David. David exited the room locking the door behind him leaving only the girl and the man together.
He smiled “Your mission is simple find Wolverine and kill the Hunter do you understand” she looked at him in curiosity “What are you playing at” she asked. For Talon did not intend on killing any one. And how the man gave that order sounded like she was expected to do it. “Good so you can talk”. He circled around her not straying her gaze. “Now you ill be undergoing two very pain full procedures which there may be a possibly where you will not survive but I am willing to take that chance.” She then spoke again in a vary low voice “When get out of here I will kill you” he smiled and crouched down to her level. He stared into her animal like eyes “Oh don’t worry, when we’re done with you there will only be one thing left”.
She then felt a slight sting in her arm. Turning her head she saw the man “Sorry if that hurt we can’t have you trying to escape can we” she began feeling disorientated and started to seeing double. She fell to the floor attempting to pick herself up but couldn’t. Lying on the floor she could only hope for the worst. With a start Talon awoke. It was cold and she could feel and slight tingling in her body. Her surroundings were unknown to her. She was staring up at a bright light wile lying on her back. Her hands, ankles and neck was cuffed to the surface that she was on making it impossible to break free. She could hear the chattering of scientist working around her talking about what was going to happen and that it had been a long time since they have done this. David then walked into her line of sigh. He had a sad expression on his face as if he regretted what he was about to do.
For David did regret it all the torture, the pain that this girl had to endure and he was astonished at how she did not break. “David come here” he shouted from across the room. David obeyed and broke his gaze from the mutant. “Yes sir” “We are about to begin the posses any objection or comments that I should know about” “Sir may I speak frankly” the man looked at him and smiled “Of coerce” “I don’t believe it necessary to plate her entire skeleton structure with this metal would it not be easer to plate it with Adumantium like the previous Weapon X” He placed his hand around David’s shoulder.
“My boy this has not been done before, Vibranium is a metallic substance that will absorb any kinetic energy that is thrown at her and I thought it would be nice to have a change” “But sir I would think it best just to plate her claws with that substance not her entire skeleton”. The man sighed “If her skeleton is plated with Vibranium it would make her more invulnerable that before,” Davie was uneasy about all this but had no voice in the matter.
“Begin the posses” the man said. The tingling sensation had gotten worse. One of the men placed a mask on her mouth. What ever she was breathing in made her body feel numb. Her body was then lowered into a vat liquid. She felt disorientated and sick. The tingling she had felt before had changed into burning. She had not noticed this before but there were wires attacked to her, burrowing deep under her skin. Talon new what they were going to do to her and it scared her. Soon she would no longer be normal (Not that she ever was). Her breathing became erratic as the pain began. First I her lower part of her body then it moved to the upper section. She could feel in they were pumping something into her body, it hurt like hell even beyond it. Though she struggled nothing helped it was going to happen to her. And nothing would change it.
David sat in chair on the outside of the room. He could not watch what they were doing to her. It was beyond any thing he could ever expect. When he joined he wanted to help the world and now looked what he had been doing: torturing, hurting and reprogramming a mutant girl. Yes they had done many things but never like this and never to a girl. “I am so sorry” was all he could say.
Next Day
Location: Facility Time: 8:45 AM
The girl awoke slowly and calmly. She was laying on a bed it was soft with a pillow at her head. Rolling on her back she felt the warmth of the blanket that was draped up to her shoulders. She let out a sigh of sheer contentment. She stretched out her hands taking up all the space on the double bed. The lighting was artificial but satisfactory. “Hmmm” she let out sitting, she leant against the wall that was painted white. Her alarm clock wet off. She groaned as she got up out of her warm bed.
Walking over to her closet she pulled out her uniform. “Wonder what I’m doing to day?” she thought. Suiting up she reached under her bed pulling out her communications device. Opening it up she placed it over her ear and connected it. “This is Agent X23 of the Facility code 24371, reporting for duty, what is my assignment?” the voice on the other side was male and low “Yes you main priority is to expose the resistance and bring in the heads of it do you understand” the was not second thought “Yes sir” she said in a stern voice and turned off the com. She walked out the door and into the hall way. There were other agents reporting for duty.
She walked down the hall, looking at her watch. A man approached her “How are you feeling” “Quiet well was the posses successful” she asked. The man smiled “Yes entirely your ready for duty X23” just before she was going to walk past him he spoke again “Is there any thing you can remember, she looked at him and grinned “Well yes I am an agent of the facility”. The man nodded “Good”. She continued walking on her way to the briefing.
For Talon had no recollection of who she was or about her past. All she new was that she was X23 of the Facility and her mission to bring down the resistance and that was exactly what she intended to do.......
Darkchild listened to the arrogant Cajun work his words to Darkchilds mind or attempt to. Esther walked into the mansion and Darkchild followed with his eyes still listening to Gambler, he really didnt like the woman but he planned on keeping his actions and words to himself. He knew the only persons within the Republic that he could level with was Gambler and if he pissed off the lady of the house he knew Gambler wouldnt be too far behind her. The Cajuns words worked their ways into Darkchilds mind he found Gamblers reaction to his asking of help were exactly what he thought he would say, that he wouldnt directly help Darkchild until he "proved" himself. He knew Gamblers newly appointed rank in the world helped with this thought, that he could not be seen with someone like Darkchild. But he was still right, they were taking things to new levels with their sentinal program attacking not only the States but abroad. And in doing so they stepped on the toes of everyone who disliked the states already that included Gambler and his new members. As he listened to Gamblers words he stopped for a brief moment almost taken aback once he mentioned Drifters name, the man had betrayed Darkchild by leaving the Vine Villains and doing so envoked Darkchilds wrath. Darkchilds hands turned into fists, his finger nails dug into his palms blood trickled for a moment before the punctures healed swiftly. Darkchild smiled at Gambler as he finished his speech with him, nodding to Gambler as he left he turned to a statue out on the yard.
Darkchild pulled his fist back swiftly slamming his fist into the statue. A large cobble piece of stone soared through the air and into traffic, Darkchild then calmed himself and his thoughts. Placing a card on the cobble stone statue with a note attached to it " Charge the damages to this."And Darkchild walked around the mansion of Gambler an Esthers 5th Republic tracking Drifters scent. It was everywhere within the place, he hadnt met the other man Gambler mentioned so he grabbed a nearby servant. The servant trembled at Darkchilds appearance, he had forgotten to replace the illusion in his outburst with the statue. And with a smile he casted an illusion appearing as a tall man in street clothing and asked "Will you please tell me where the man known as Nitric is?"
The servant pointed into the mansion and Darkchild took a deep breath and walked in. Cameras followed his bulking body as his illusion faded he knew he didnt need to have it up as he walked through the home. Many of the people within would already know of him, following Drifters scent to the library of the mansion. For a frenchie Esther was well read, thousands of books popped out of the shelves as if placed in such a fashion if one is removed the entire thing could come tumbling down. Strickly for show other than special instances Darkchild thought to himself, as he looked through the library he found a man sitting at the far table. He knew it was Drift himself, his first instinct was to rush the man and slam a blade into the back of his skull and the images of such an act raced through his mind smiling the entire time. Darkchild soon shook the urge and walked behind Drifter placing his hand on the book, the book erupted in flames as he set it on fire, with a smile he asked "You do realize you are very lucky right....that I dont hold grudges. But alass I did not come for a scuffle...yet. I came as Gambler has more than likely already instructed with you to take you to the US." Darkchilds large demonic hand set on Drifters shoulder "So lets get this over with no? We need to find the one you call Nitric first." Teleporting from the library with Drifter quickly he stopped in an open part of the large mansion. Drifter breathing hard, Darkchild smiled " Forgot to warn you about that didnt I huh? Oh im sorry should have gone a little slower huh, well I shall next time." Drifter looked up at Darkchild flipping him off as he caught his breath.
Darkchild asked Drifter were Nitric would be, and Drift without a word to Darkchild pointed to the third room on the next floor. Darkchild leaving Drift were he was teleported up to the next level and into the room in the same instance. Coming up to Nitric, he was a average build man but Darkchild could sense his power it was above average. Something he thought odd since Gambler had given him a position within the Republic. "Must be masking his power, only reason someone of this power could be at a rank." Darkchild stepped forth holding up his hands as a sign of no aggresion. "Here to take you and Drifter to save your team mate. Come with me." Darkchild teleported out of the room with Nitric and back down to the ground floor with Drifter. Looking at both of them he smiled as power cracked around him as he was boasting, he snapped his fingers and they teleported from the mansion in an instant.
Soon they arrive in the US 20 miles off from the prison that held Gamblers Ambassador. Darkchild looked at prison survaying it, they landed on top of a large hill looking down onto the prison. Over the prison the sentinals flew, and in the courtyard and around the prison Sentinals stood guard. Darkchild counted and closed his eyes taking a deep breath, he turned to the other two "So .....(forgetting the person hes supposed to be savings name) he is in their. And by the looks of it they have 15 Sentinals online outside the prison itself. And two flying above it, so we must walk through the front gate. Slip past them, but once we have.....him...we can do as we wish. " Darkchild looked at Drifter "So you just going to stand their or am I going to have to also get us in there huh?" Darkchild wanting to see if Drifter had improved since he left.
It was cold. It was very cold. And very dark. For who knows how long that was all Alpha Guard knew. There were times when he caught brief glimpses of his surroundings, but they were gone almost as soon as they had come. He flickered in and out of consciousness, wavering between life and death. And then, when it was starting to seem like there was only darkness and no more light, there was only light.
The room was small, with three steel walls and one wall of glass. The steel walls were covered in something like an electric fence, strands of wire that occasionally sparked with electricity. Beyond the glass wall there was a long hallway lined with rooms, possibly cells, just like his. On the other side of the hallway there was a larger area that looked something like a huge emergency room, with all the equipment but none of the people. Alpha Guard himself was on a sort of bed, with a very soft mattress. But around the mattress there was a metal ridge. It was hard and very cold. Having taken in his surroundings, Alpha Guard figured he should at least sit up, although he was really enjoying lying down. When he tried however, he couldn't. He realized there was some sort of stasis field surrounding the bed, and inferred that it was keeping him from moving. He knew this probably wasn't good, but pushed that common sense to the back of his mind. He could worry about figuring out what it meant later, right now his eyes were closing and sleep was slowly starting to invade...
The smooth, mechanical sound of automatic opening doors interrupted Alpha Guard as he started to drift off. "Oh excellent, I believe he's awake."Alpha slowly opened his eyes at the new arrival. He saw a man dressed in a clean, white shirt, dark black pants and tie, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. His eyes were blue and had that sort of kindness in them that doesn't seem kind at all. Behind him was a nurse dressed all in white, with long brown hair and green eyes. "I'll take care of him, you may go." The nurse padded away; the man walked towards a control panel and flipped a switch. The stasis field vanished, as did its paralyzing effect on Alpha Guard. Then the man spoke. "I apologize for what has happened to you. The sentinels are programmed to capture anyone who resists them, whether they're registered or not. Apparently it mistook your response as resistance. The sentinels are highly advanced technology, but they are not perfect. You are probably wondering what happened to you. When the blast hit your force field the strain was too much on your body and you blacked out. You are here merely to recover." Alpha Guard should have remained cautious, should have not trusted the doctor. But he started to relax, he figured he could trust this man, mysterious as he was. "My name is Doctor Johnson by the way. It is my responsibility to help you recover. You will only be here a while longer until you have regained your full strength. Until then, just call if you need anything." He seemed like a nice man with good intentions, for all Alpha knew getting him back to strength was all he had in mind. But there was something untrustworthy about him, something Alpha couldn't figure out. Eventually he just decided it was his imagination playing tricks on him. As Doctor Johnson left the room, Alpha decided he could trust him. He really didn't have any other option. But he hadn't done anything yet, and until he did he wasn't an evil person with some sort of evil plot. I've been reading to many books. Comfortable with the doctor and figuring everyone here was like him, Alpha lay back down on the soft, white mattress and allowed himself to just relax. His eyes closed and sleep slowly started to invade. And this time it wasn't interrupted.
Miami Airport; Four Hours after Sentinal Project is passed
"General Stanserie...What's the procedure for getting me out of the country. Surely if I don't want to be registered and I'm half an American resident and, by birth, a legal European I am able to leave? I do not even consider myself a "Mutant." I was born with my abilities. Passed from generation to generation, it is not some freaking mutation. God Damn it I don't want to fight off these dick heads because they want to capture un-registered heroes and watch registered heroes all over America. That is why you offered to meet me here through our connectrions... We've been good friends since the seventies. You've aged and I havn't, I have never asked you for anything either and I've always helped you In your time of need, so help me in mine.... I planned to seek sanctuary in France. It may be a corrupt Goverment, but at least there's freedom.... I just need a plane, one with enough fuel, food, and a good auto-pilot to get me there. Can I get that or will I have to high jack a plane from this Airport....?"
The two men were inside a small room, one of which people would be interrogated about acts of terrorism. It was solitary, all grey, and gave a sense of nothingness. It was truly a perfect place to ask a person a question. For today though it was to ask for help, the U.S. was getting quite dangerous, Thomas luckily had gathered great connections through the last fourty years, even though he was over five hundred. So as the two sat in, the obvious grey, uncomfortable, chairs their conversation had begun, with Thomas's plead to escape the wretched continent known only as North America.
Thomas's voice went in and out from a calm mood to that of an angry, outraged lunatic. Four hours ago a bill had been passed to gather up the un-registered heroes and to watch the registered heroes throughout America. This was to keep control over their actions, giving them next to none freedom. In a place like the U.S. where you were supposed to have a great amount of freedom. The Goverment was using all it's power to restrict any superhuman from remotly doing anything without restraints. With Sentinal's running amock, capturing heroes, it would be harder to not have battles, ot Thomas it was a useless gamble on the Goverment's hands but it could work.
The General stared back, his eyes wondering in thought before thinking. He was lean, a coccasion, and about fifty five. About six foot tall, white hair, nothing special, except he was a mutant, who was given the ability of great intellegence, giving him the ability to be a great stratigest. Within a few minutes his dark, gruffy voice pierced the air.
" Thomas... In all the years I've known you you've remained a good friend. As you know i'm under fire too. Being a mutant, and registered, i'm under constant survellience. For all I know they have Sentinal's here already. I can promise you a plane, but after that you've stolen it, no one has given it to y-"
Stanserie couldn't finish. Immediatly the roof of the small room was ripped off. Revealing three Sentinals. As if that wasn't enough, seven Black Ops men appeared from behind the only entrance and exit in the room. Thomas's face quickly went pale. Stanserie's face was the same. Quickly the two got up, both with their hands up. Thomas was evaluating the situation. There was no way out, but at least he would give up a fight. Winking over to his good friend Thomas transformed. His body convulsing and becoming bigger, hair covered his body, he became a wolf-like human.
the Black Ops raised their weapons. By then Thomas was already a beast, his teeth bared and his nose snareling. Instinctivly he pushed the General out of the way, without acknowleding his strength though Stanserie flew into a wall, sliding down onto the ground unconcious. Then the frenzy began. Thomas began, sprinting two giant steps to the first Black Op, hitting him across the face with his right backhand, slicing the soldier in the face(through his ski mask) with his long, sharp animal-like nails. As the soldier fell to the ground, lifeless, the Thomas jumped over to the next closest guy. Jumping onto the man the Black Ops soldier could not bear the weight, falling under the pressure.
Then Thomas ferociously sliced at him, tearing him and showing spurts of blood. Finished with that soldier Thomas turned to see the other five Black Ops fire towards him. Amazingly they wern't using bullets, for this they were using sleepers. About ten hit Thomas before he pounced on the rest, wiping their blood across the buildings walls. The Sentinal's quickly evaluated the situation, and when he was done, ferociously staring at them, they acted. One attempted to grab him but Thomas reacted. Now his vision was becoming blurry, warriness overcoming him. Running up the machine's arm Thomas nestled himself on the Sentinal's shoulder.
With the darts finally acting Thomas began to wiggle from left to right. Then blackness, his body falling off the Sentinal's shoulder and towards the ground, the wind rustled by it, stinging him like knifes. Quickly enough his body hit the ground, pounding a hole into it. Sprewn out across the floor his hopes of escaping the Sentinal Bill had all but faded, now he was an inmate.
Jacksonville, Florida; Seven hours after being captured
Thomas came back to in a darkly lit room. He was sitting in a chair with his hands tied behind his back, his feet were also bound together. Either way he was to drugged up to actually escape, and didn't have the strength to do anything but talk. So he thought, thought about Wolf Pack, his resident team, and wheather they would save him or let him rot in prison, being just another captured soul. Hours went by, then a man entered the room. He was dressed in a suit's attire. Nothing left to resinate from his body but as black case held in his left hand, which he firmly grasped with his life.
Slowly he approached the chair adjecant to Thomas's, a table between them like in the Miami Airport's. The man pulled the chair out and sat, putting the case onto the table and opening it by a series of combination numbers. When it was opened he pulled out a stack of papers, set them on the desk beside the case and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. then he began to speak, his voice numbing the air.
" Hello...Hello....Mr. Jamison? You awake?" He pounded on the desk with his right hand, holding the pen. When Thomas's eyes were open the beating soud stopped."Ahhh....Mr. Jamison. I'm here to tell you about your current situation. Would like to hear the deep shit your in as of right now?" Thomas nodded his head in response, he was getting a massive migrane, so he wanted to hear this before he passed out again." Okay, your dilemma is incriminating evidence to find you guilty of murder. First, you are not a registered mutant, which goes against the law as of about eleven hours ago."
The man's speech slowed as Thomas was starting to fall from conciousness"Then you brutally bludgeon several Black Ops soldiers, knocking a certain General Stanserie unconcious. You've also caused more than ten thousand dollars in property destruction. There's more, but let's just get to the point. You're going to the new prison set for all un-registered heroes. You have no choice but to cooperate with authorities at this time. Just wanted to tell you that before those sedatives settle. By the way i'm Reswald Rocks. Mr. Jamison it was a pleasure, but time is short, and so is my money. So now I give you a choice, sign these papers and become a Registered hero, and Goverment property and these charges will be dropped, keep in mind you are under U.S. control then, or go to prison. What do you choose?"
Thomas pushed his head up straight, he looked into Reswald's eyes. He searched for the resmorse in the man but couldn't find anything. So with a deep breath he anwsered." Fuck off....I'm not signing anything. Good-bye Mr. Rocks"
The conversation stopped with Reswald packing his things into the suitcase, slipping his pen into his coat and leaving. Then Thomas fell back into sleep.
Somwhere in the U.S.; Seventeen hours after bill is passed
Thomas woke again, this time in a jail cell. Other immates crowded around him like thugs. Each one ravenous, wanting to get out, pain in their bodies, their souls tainted. With a headache Thomas got out from his cell bed and walked to the bars, absorbing the surronding area. That was when he noticed a neck brace around his own neck. It was vibranium,with spikes, he expected it to kill him if he transformed into his gruesome wolf-like form. Looking around he also noticed guards. Twenty four in the wing he was located in. Each one with, what he called now as, "sleepers" for the darts that had taken him out.
In anger he hit the cage." Damn..Why the hell did I have to be caught. This is some bullshit... Why does this have to happen to me everytime the damn goverment want's to do this." With that thought he moved back to his bed and sat on it. There was only a matter of time before the Goverment captured more people, more innocent people who put their lives on the line to get put down by the rest of the world's population. Thomas didn't get to think any longer though. Two guards came to his cell, opened it, and motioned for him to exit.
" You need to get marked sir." said one in a descrete voice. He seemingly knew that no one in the prison had any choice but to follow what they were told, so he didn't expect resistence, and he didn't get resistence either. Thomas got up and walked to the cell bars, there they bound his hands together and then his feet, both tied together, keeping his movement to minimal amounts.
Then he was off, off to get branded, all because of the Goverment he fought to protect somtimes, and find wrongs at other times. Either way, superpowered beings in America were now treated like animals if they didn't obey the Registration Laws.... Thomas was just caught in it.
Ryan came too slowly. Working his way up out of the fog of unconsciousness. He gradually became aware of his surroundings, or more accurately his lack of them. The young man was sitting in a folding metal chair with handcuffs preventing him from moving his arms out from behind his back. Dried blood had caked over one of his eyes, sealing it shut and the bright light that was being directed into his face forced him to shut the other one a moment after he had opened it. He groaned in discomfort as his body made him promises of pain yet to come.
“Am I dead?”
The reply came back. A mans voice, fed through a modulator.
“Not yet.”
The bat came out of nowhere, slamming hard into Ryan’s already bruised ribs and knocking the wind out of him. A few more blows smacked home before an uppercut sent the teenager practically back flipping out of his seat and onto the floor, blood spilling out of his mouth where he had bit his tongue. These guys were proffessionals, no questions yet, just beatings. When the perp is soft enough, they'll start talking of their own accord. Footsteps approached and Ryan was able to count two men before he blacked out again.
I will be there at your death, as I was at your birth. I will watch as the muscle that beats the blood around your body gives out and falls still. Leaving you to gasp and struggle and try desperately to hold on to life, but fail. Everyone does. I will be a silent witness as your body is wept over, filled with chemicals and buried deep to feed the blind, heartless subterranean creatures that burrow through the earth. And I will smile, in my own fashion. For I know where you are headed.
I know where you are headed.
I know this planet's secret places and dark thoughts, as I knew the one before it. I am Shiva, the destroyer and I will do my duty well. This world will burn and there is nothing that you or any of the hairless creatures that walk upon its surface can do to stop me. But first, there is much that I wish to share with you. Your death is inevitable, but it is not here, not in the place you now sit. The left restraint is loose. Free yourself to run for me again, little thief.
And then come, come and see.
I will show you such wonderful things.
"F&cking capes. Ive gotta say that its a real good thing what this act has done. Now get him back on his feet, lets see if he's willing to register yet."
A boot to the ribs turned Ryan over and the man leaned in close.
"Then maybe he can find his way around to telling us what he did with that Sinestro Corps ring. Or who hired him to steal those Pentagon files. Or for that matter, he could start f&cking talking about any one of the fifty f&cking felonies that we know he's committed in the past year."
With a sh!t eating grin that never faltered, Ryan kicked the man's knee, reversing it and drawing an agonized scream of pain that cause his companions to jump. The man dropped over backwards as the thief slammed his knee upwards into his chin and swung to his feet. The other two guys rushed forwards as Ryan tensed his shoulder muscles and with an effort pulled his left hand free of the cuffs, his own blood providing the lubricant needed for the limb to slip free. In an instant he was in combat mode, the micro computer in his brain feeding information to his limbs that allowed him to mimic any conventional fighting style and quite a few unconventional ones. The first man reached Ryan and dived at him, bringing his fist around to try and break the younger man's jaw. The thief swayed backwards, the blow missing him by centimeters. Faster than a striking snake his foot swept round as he twisted his hips, delivering a kick to the attacker's liver that sent him toppling forwards. Ryan stepped clear and helped the man on his way down with a punch to the temple.
The second man slammed into him, knocking them both to the floor in a twisted tangle of limbs. Ryan ended up on the bottom and took two heavy blows to the face, breaking his nose, before he got his foot up and shoved the man off. His vision was swimming and the pain was making him dizzy, despite being on his back, but with an effort he scrambled away, hauling himself back onto his hands an knees. His attacker had the advantages of height, reach and weight, not to mention not having been beaten black and blue for a few hours, but Ryan was desperate. The man came forwards like a boxer, throwing a punch that Ryan barely managed to avoid and then another that he managed to sidestep, warding it off with his forearm. The theif twisted his attacker's arm into his armpit, locking the man's elbow then pivoted his body, pushing the man to his knees. As fast as he could Ryan wrapped his arm around the man's neck from behind and used his other arm as a lever, pulling back until unconsciousness took hold.
The first one he'd put down was still screaming through gritted teeth. All in all, the fight had lasted less that twenty seconds. The thief staggered to the door and stepped out into a blank white hallway. With faltering steps he managed to reach the door across the corridor and fall inside. When they found out he'd escaped, they would never check so close to home. Logic dictated that he would try and get away while the alarm wasnt raised, not hide a dozen feet from his cell. If he was lucky, Ryan had earned some breathing space. Hitting the lights he found himself in a room filled with evidence bags. From what he could make out, the confiscated possessions of at least thirty superpowered individual's were kept in this room. With a grin he lifted up a bag with his equipment in it. This was going to be a cakewalk.
Nightwolf awoke in a small cell, with only a toilet, and a small cot keeping him company, he had on no shackles, they had no need to suppress his powers, they were all natural physical skills, he was still unsure why he was here, he was not technically a meta, he had mutation, no extraterrestrial abilities. "Maybe I'm just that good" thought Nightwolf, "I'm so much of a threat as a normal human, they wanted me off the map." As impressive as his skills were, he soon found out this was not the reason he was here.
Soon after, three men entered his cell, two of them were just muscle, wielding some form of laser weapon, probably to stun not kill, the third however stuck to the shadows, it was evident that he was in charge around here. The man spoke softly, "Nightwolf, you have been brought here for a much different reason then the rest of the prisoners, legally we cannot keep you here as you have no powers. We brought you here however to make a proposition of sorts. The U.S. government has decided to create a team of supers. This team is to be comprised of those who may normally be considered "outside the law". We brought you here because we want you to lead that team. We don't want a metahuman leading the team, they can't be trusted, however they are powerful enough to be used to our advantage. You would be given a full pardon from all you crimes in the terrorist organization LaS, and for your actions against the U.S. in the 5th Republic of France. You will have complete control over the team, and a personal arsenal of sentinals in case one of your teammates decides to rebel. What do you say Nightwolf, join us, and become a free man, or continue rotting in this cell."
Nightwolf saw the opportunity in this venture, he looked up, smirked, and said "I say...you should have come in here with more than two men." In a blur of motion, he snapped the mans neck, and disarmed the two bodyguards. He then put one of them in a neck lock, promising to break his neck if he didn't reveal where Nightwolf's equiptment was hidden. The man quickly and fearfully revealed it's location. "So much for loyalty to one's government", said Nightwolf, as he snapped this man's neck as well. The other body guard was now groping on the ground for his gun. Nightwolf quickly gave him a spinning kick to the jaw, and ran out of the room, leaving the guard alive but with a shattered jaw. Nightwolf ran to wear the first guard said the equiptment was, and was surprised to find the door already opened. "Man, security sucks around here." thought Nightwolf.
When he went inside to get his equiptment bag, he was suprised to find another in the room, he recognized him from the government computers back in France as the super Ex Machina (Nightwolf had made it a point to study up on almost every super, hero and villain, so that he would never be left wondering what his opponent could do). Nightwolf was fairly sure that he and Machina could work together to escape, so he did not attack, instead Nightwolf grabbed his labeled equiptment bag and said "Well I never expected to meet another escapee in here", and chuckled as he waited for a startled Ex Machina to respond.
Florida: On his way to the HQ
Each mayor city in America had at least a dozen of the large titans, the only way to move around and not lifting any attention was to swing with alternative routs, since they were so huge dodging them was no trouble, specially for a web swinger. The Spider made it to Orlando and was on his way to the new Veritas inc HQ, the only safe place in America for him, which made it hard to swallow. Adam’s reputation is destroyed along with his life, No real home, nothing. He is nothing but a scavenger almost a super powered bum who’s life is touching rock bottom.
The castle: Meeting with Veritas.
The wondering spider been careful not to drag any sentinel behind him, he reach his destination. The Veritas inc Castle or new headquarter. TWS have been avoiding the castle, he have been dealing with emotional stress and didn’t want to make any of his teammates worry about him, after all his mother is in terrible condition as well as his best friend and it was entirely his own fault. The arachnid man arrived to the Veritas Castle just to notice Kurrent had not much of a company at the moment, only Riccaronna, Day Hunter along with Unamericanhero and a stranger were in the building with Kurrent. The spider walks in humming while he looks at his comrades. He stops and while taking off his battle damage mask he sarcastically addresses the team, “Hey, guys… How’s the been hunted coming along? I don’t know about you guys but I’m loving it.. I’ve always wanted to be persecuted by my own country, Don’t you?" He says while looking at Unamericanhero, then he adds as he walks away, “be back in a sec.” The wondering spider leaves the room and then walks to his locker, unlike before the problem with the government he only had two suits, the one he had on, which was deteriorated by the several battles, and a new one he had left the last time he came to the HQ.
“Time to get spoiled, like your brother..” Said TWS while grabbing the new suit.
After putting on the new TWS suit Adam looks around and notice no one else had arrived while he was changing, “Anyone seen my fellow wrongfully accused fugitive comrades? Where’s the Midnight dude and Alpha?” ask the spider as he opens a portable stool and sat waiting for the replies of his questions and the leader’s opinion on the new threat to the super human society.
After hanging up the phone in the conference room that jsut rang he noticed the members all gathered and a bitter sweet feeling crept into Kurrent's heart. It was good that they were back but the way it happened was not what the team leader had planned. It was kinda funny though, that is how it always seemed to work with Veritas Inc and still they would strive against all odds. It was time from him to start his meeting even though everyone was not there. The room was filled with familiar faces as well as new ones and what better time then now to acquaint everyone. In full gear the battle ready Excellence of Electrocution began to speaking his commanding yet comforting tone.....
"Veritas as you all can see I have been busy in our 3 month sabbatical. We have a new base, new teammates and like always new missions. Over there is Giuseppe Riccadona, he is our resident Animal man, like Alpha Guard he is young but like him he is also powerful. Over there is Crazy Pan but she like to go by Sam and I really wouldn't piss her off I were any of you"
Just then the commotion grew and outside of the room and a long dark haired woman entered the room "Tell me you don't pay those guys." she said as she looked Kurrent in the eyes. He lowered his head while turning it left to right saying "Team this is Aqua Rose, she promises to leave the staff alone from now on because she knows how hard it is to screen people that we can trust and keep this place a secret. She will be in the field but she is also developing weapons that will make our job a whole lot easier. Also we have a member that goes by the name of Closure who is already in the field as we speak" Staying true to his character The Wondering Spider walking in making a comical remark that sparks a question into Kurrents head. "Where is Mid and Alpha", Both of them have had an issue with The Veritas Leader as of late but at the end of the day brothers fight then they get over it, they should have heeded the call and been there, something was wrong for sure.
"You all must already know by now that threat that these Sentinel bring the our kind and also to the people of Earth. Over the past few months I have seen these things in action and I can tell you that they were built to sustain a lot. Not one of us alone can take on of these thing down, they also think like we do because they are piloted by humans. They are not peacekeepers, they are weapons and all it will take is for a few of these pilots to go rogue and then they have an army. The plan is we work in two's, Sam is with me the rest you get a partner, I'd prefer one older and one newer and we do as follows.....
- Find Mid and Alpha Guard, go to their houses try and get them on coms. Track them down however you can
- Go the camp they keep talking about in the news and free the enslaved Sam and I will join you guys after we take care of something first
- Go to France and see what they hell they are taking about, UAH i want you to handle this one, take the Phoenix and bring her back in one piece
Together Kurrent and Crazy Pan left the briefing room without saying much to the others. They went to one of the elevators in The Castle and and after walking in he hit he button LN then a key pad popped out. Quickly the hero put in a code and the elevator began to move down then forward. It was designed to travel to Loners Night Club at a rate of 70 mph as a means of getting to and from the Club and Castle. It was underground and restricted strictly to Veritas members only. They walked out from the access point and in Jayden Salvador's office in the club then made their way to the bar where then see two men and a bunch of empty beer bottles in front of them. Kurrent and his teammate walked slowly up to them and he said in a firm tone.....
"Hunter and you must be Wolverine, It looks like we all have a common enemy now a days"
It had been nearly an hour since Gambler's speech had ended, and Nitric had lots of work to do. Researching the Sentinels and finding out their limits was his top priority, deciding that because of his title, he was at least partially responsible for coming up with counter-measures for if/when France needed them. Having teleported into the mansion just minutes ago, Chase was already arming up for his "research"; Already wearing his specialized stealth suit, he grabbed two custom tactical tomahawks and strapped one to each hip. Next, holding out his right hand and concentrating on his teleporting powers, he makes his FN Five-SeveN appear. Checking his laser sight, ammo, and supressor, he holsters the gun and walks to the opposite wall, towards a dresser. Pulling a black bandana from a drawer, he folds it and ties it around his face, using it as a cheep form of identity protection.
Walking towards the window now, Chase glances down on the courtyard to see a very large man standing there: one he did not recognize. Teleporting to the room entrance, he quickly flips the light switch and teleports back to the window, standing out of sight, but still able to watch this man. He looked quite injured, but at the same time, quite threatening. What did he want?
Chase would soon find out as a dark SUV pulls into the courtyard, containing none other than Gambler and Esther. Stepping out first was Gambler, and instantly Chase wanted to teleport down to find out what was up, but after he realized that the Prime Minister and this strange demonic figure were conversing, he decided to wait and listen instead. First, hearing a story from the stranger, then the tie mishap and the the groomers, Esther exiting the the vehicle and then entering the mansion, and finally, hearing Gambler offer a conditional hand to the man. He was to take Chase and Drifter with him to rescue another member of the Republic from a US prison. "Finally. Action." Nitric thought to himself, assured that Gambler was in no immediate danger. Walking back to the dresser, he undid his bandana and threw it back in it's drawer. Quickly fininshing up his preperations, he is caught off guard at how fast the stranger makes it to his room. And also caught slightly off guard when he is teleported to a room, seeing Drifter, and then appearing in the U.S.
Taking quick note of the surrounding as this "Darkchild" speaks, Chase eyes up the Sentinels surrounding the building below. Just fifteen minutes ago, he had been more than eager to test one of these machines - But seventeen? At least he was with Drifter, and this new man who seemed quite powerful himself. "This should be fun" he says softly to himself, but completely genuinely.
Gambler had arrived at Orlando's International airport roughly nine hours after his departure from France. Escorted by only two personal guards, he was trying to be as discreet about the situation as possible. Having been the author of the original Registration Act he was in no danger of violating the new bill and there for a non factor as far as the Sentinel's themselves where concerned. However the Prime Minister had many enemies inside the U.S. and with his brash and defiant stance against the Sentinel Act the list had no doubt grown. With his foreign credentials and members of the French Embassy there to greet him, the King of Kings was rushed through the terminals to a black bullet proof SUV awaiting him in an underground parking garage. "So, where are we on the current Veritas situation?" he questioned. Without a word a manila folder came flying into the back from the passenger seat. "Its all in there hot shot" smirked the cocky mercenary. "Sovereign Son. I must say I wasn't expecting a personal visit from Section 8's number one boy. To what do I owe dee honor?" smiled Gambler.
With a quick fluent motion the deadly merc whipped out a cigarette and lit it before turning towards the backseat. "I wanted to tell you personally that Section 8 is out. We kept half of our original fee and donated the other half to special project we're invested in. Crazy 8 and Red are on their way out of the country as we speak. This whole thing is crazy and there's no money to be made in it. Having said that, I'm going to stay and help you track down Kurrent. I have a feeling you may need some back up." Gambler gave the former Ice Dragon a subtle head nod before turning his attention to the folder's contents. Kurrent had been busy since the aftermath of V-Day, establishing a lucrative construction company which had almost single handedly rebuilt the devastated city. Seemed he had dawned a new public persona choosing to keep his true identity as the leader of Veritas secret from the public. "Dis....Loner's Nightclub, dis is our best shot no?" asked the Prime Minister. Blowing a long stream of smoke out as he exhaled Sovereign Son reached under the front seat to grab a special item. "You may wanna carry this." he said handing a sheathed Katanna to Gambler. "Its nothing fancy but it'll get the job done."
As the SUV slowly rolled to a stop outside the lavish Loner's Nightclub the neon lights reflected off the vehicles metallic black paint. With a line stretched from the door all they way around the block there was no question as to the clubs popularity. The music could be heard bumping outside blazing higher as the doors opened speratically to let people in. Gambler, Sovereign Son, and two French diplomats exited the SUV and headed towards the entrance. "Nah nah, where do you faggots think your going? End of the line @ssholes." barked a heavy sit doorman, his partner folding his arms as they stood shoulder to shoulder. Sovereign Son immediately started positioning his feet for a devastating thrust kick but was halted as Gambler stuck his arm out in front of him. "We do not need dat kind of attention my friend. Just wait" Calm and collected Gambler reached into his breast pocket removing a money clip saturated with hundred dollar bills. "Perhaps dhere has been a misunderstanding no?" he arrogantly smirked as he slipped the money clip into the suit pocket of one of the bouncers. The two heavyweights eyed one another before unlatching the velvet rope and allowing Gambler and his party to pass.
For an American nightclub Loner's was second to none. Even if it was tailored more towards the Orlando party scene. Without saying a word the former LaS assassin motioned for his associates to scoop out the club. Sovereign Son was the first to notice the booth containing Kurrent and three other people. Gambler gently grabbed the arm of one of the hostess and whispered in her ear. The two then watched as she delivered a bottle of one of the club's most expensive champagnes to Kurrent's table. As he looked at the bottle with confusing the hostess then turned and pointed towards SS and Gambler. Flashing his Cheshire cat smile the Cajun looked up towards Kurrent's office before heading in that direction. The King of King's, the Excellence of Electricution, and the Instant Classic all in the same room, at the same time, buisness was about to pick up.
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