Super Heroes: World in Turmoil

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Suddenly a bright light flashed behind Marcus and there stood a man in a bowler and suit sporting a cane. He was fiddling with his hat and gloves.

"Well this great. I still can't get it down. You know every time I come here..." Dazlor's eyes catch Marcus' backside, "Ooh a present for me. This world shouldn't have." Dazlor laughed loudly. His face suddenly became serious. "What I am doing this is no time to laugh no is it. Lovely man in front of me, who are you?"

Mark looked over his shoulder at the newcomer. IT had startled him when this stranger appeared out of nowhere and in such strange attire. Mark looked back over to the city. His right arm was now visibly changing. A dark material crept around his arm as if it were a liquid. When it settled where it needed to be it immediately solidified and began to grow small spikes up the side of his arm. A two foot blade extended from where his hand should have been, its tip steaming and glowing orange.

Mark dierected the blade towards the man. He was going to attack then and there just because it appered to him that this guy was flirting with him. Marcus decided against it, "Names are for friends. I do not require one. Instead, you may tell me what exactly you sre doing here."

 

[Niner]

Fahjad was in full swing, pouring and mixing drinks as fast a customers could order them. He was in the middle of pouring a double martini when he looked at the security camera displays and saw a car pull up to the back entrance of the Speakeasy. Out climbed four heavily armored men and a man in a meticulate suit and brown pony tail. This didn't look good.

"BOSS!!!, we got company around back, come look at this."

 

[Ols]

The Vaudevillian was immediately alert and awake. He saw the thugs and the business man. He quickly put is cane into the holder in his belt and checked his pistols were loaded, before going onto the stage, "Ladies and Gentlemen. Our members will be awae of this, but out new patrons may not. Every now an then, we do get attacked. All of those who wish to help fight, follow me into the back room. Everyone else, to your hiding places leading to the evacuation tunnels."

He had planned for being attacked; the amount of attacks he had witnessed had taught him to plan well. All those too drunk, tired or unwilling to fight and the dancing girls and the band would go through the network of secret passages and pathways to a garage. Thomas would then contact them when it was safe to return. If he was killed, then a small device monitoring his heart rate would set the alarms off. If he survived and went to escape he would contact them thusly. In the garages were a few jeeps and cars for the escape of those in danger. Thomas smiled. They would be safe.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

Marco heard the bartender call to the boss and as the boss went on stage he went into his own action. He placed the bottle down and looked behind him where there now stood a copy of himself." Go check out the area." The copy quickly walked around the bar and slipping outside looked in the back of the club. "Holy mother of..." he slipped back around the corner and vanished. Immedately all of the information came back to him." We've got some heavy sh*t outside guys." He'd sobered up in a moment at the realization of trouble,"We might want to get some of the guests out...faster." He touched his pistol under his jacket and so did three other three of him that had appeared quietly behind him.

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[The Balance]

Sakhr had noticed the men as soon as they stepped out of their car, of course not by sight, but he had felt them. These men were very low on the karma scale and thus did not bode well for the speakeasy. Draining his martini, he stood up and followed the owner to the back room. He had been itching for a fair fight since the bounty hunters had ambushed him this morning, they would pay all of them.

 

[Dalloph]

Broc looked at the speakeasy the building wasn't much but its inhabitants inside of it could be a problem. He looked over at his own assembled team of Hitmen all four of them were trained assassins and soldiers and they were all armed to the teeth. "I've given you the descriptions of the the people we'll need take them alive at all costs." Broc walked up to the door pulling out his silenced side arm unsafetied the gun putting it up directly to the slit he rapped the doors with his knuckles there was no answer the door was locked tight like that could possibly stop them. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw through the mist two corpses. "Check it out Stravenski." He nodded his head in their direction.

 

[Captain Kara]

Mark looked over his shoulder at the newcomer. IT had startled him when this stranger appeared out of nowhere and in such strange attire. Mark looked back over to the city. His right arm was now visibly changing. A dark material crept around his arm as if it were a liquid. When it settled where it needed to be it immediately solidified and began to grow small spikes up the side of his arm. A two foot blade extended from where his hand should have been, its tip steaming and glowing orange.

Mark dierected the blade towards the man. He was going to attack then and there just because it appered to him that this guy was flirting with him. Marcus decided against it, "Names are for friends. I do not require one. Instead, you may tell me what exactly you sre doing here."

"Hmm...grumpy. I am Dazlor, almost pure being of chaos at your service." He said bowing then winking, "I am here to take over this world and rule it as my own. I like your style, join forces or are you a solo man?" Dazlor put his cane in front of him and smiling wide.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Hmm...grumpy. I am Dazlor, almost pure being of chaos at your service." He said bowing then winking, "I am here to take over this world and rule it as my own. I like your style, join forces or are you a solo man?" Dazlor put his cane in front of him and smiling wide.

Mark laughed and turned to face Dazlor completely.

"Alright Sparkles. That's a daunting task you have there. Me? I keep it simple. Rob a few banks, use my powers to impress people and get me some free drinks, and maybe save a couple people so the damsel feels 'in debt' to me."

Mark turned to look at the sky line.

"But rule the world? What have you been smokin'?"

 

[Captain Kara]

Mark laughed and turned to face Dazlor completely.

"Alright Sparkles. That's a daunting task you have there. Me? I keep it simple. Rob a few banks, use my powers to impress people and get me some free drinks, and maybe save a couple people so the damsel feels 'in debt' to me."

Mark turned to look at the sky line.

"But rule the world? What have you been smokin'?"

"Smoking I do not smoke, silly child. Ruling the world is only step 6 in this grand plot to rule the universe. I think big not small that way if I fail it doesn't look so bad in the grand scheme of things. Plus I could use a piece of ass like you on my team. That is unless of course you are too weak to fight the heroes of this world." Dazlor said smiling, "I can give you all the women you want. I am after all (says something non-understandable) but you and the rest of this world shall call Dazlor, Supreme Lord."

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Mark still couldn't help but laugh. This guy was actually serious about this. Well, he had nothing better to do tonight.

"Alright. I'll play along, Twinkle. I'll appreciate your terms aslong as you appreciate one of mine. Quit those little remarks of yours. I can deal with the stuff before but piece of ass. Ain't that a little... I don't knoe... 'sexist'?"

 

[Dalloph]

Stravenski checked out the two corpses. "Their a couple of our boys sir." "Damn could of use the two of them. Stravenski get over here we're going to blow the little piggies house in. Jorg get me a C4 charge." Broc ordered when he got the charge he placed it on the wall "Alpha formation!" he barked at his squad. Broc and his men quickly got behind the Limousine hunkered down in preparation for the blast. Before he set of the charge Broc made a complex hand sign and chanted out loud. A shimmering filled the air besides every man was two identical copies of him though they weren't flesh and blood they looked amazingly solid. And every Mans/clones outline was blurred and moving around constantly making it much harder for an enemy to aim properly on them.

The expenditure of Magic made Broc feel like he'd just run a mile but he shook off the wooziness. "Take the target and owner of this place alive kill anyone who's a threat. 3...2...1..." The C4 charge exploded blowing a hole in the wall 10 meters in diameter. Shrapnel tore the Limousine's side facing the wall into a twisted hunk of metal the shock-wave passed by Broc making his bones shake to their very core. In unison with the dust kicked up and flames everywhere the men and clone illusions charged through the dust into the room weapons ready.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

Marco used him and his copies like a practiced team all of them moved well together...and had pleanty of ammunition. Up against a very well placed cover, a barrier between the booths and the rest of the room. They waited silently hoping they would not get noticed. He'd remembered every inch of the room and planned on the now huge hole in the wall to be the enterance point...because the ceiling wouldn't work better?

 

[Lavi]

Sky transformed into a gray wolf, baring fangs from his position behind a booth quite close to Marco's position. He lunged at the first one who aimed a weapon at him, with the intent of clamping jaws on a shoulder and dragging the victim to his hiding place. But he passed through it: an illusion. Muzzles flash as Sky scampered to the next suitable booth. The whole scene lasted about two seconds, not a lot of time for the armed men to pull of well placed shots.

If he achieved anything at all with the quick attack, he alerted the bar's supers that not all of the men were real.

 

[Ols]

Thomas drew both of his revolvers and knelt behind the bar. The only supers left in the room were willing to fight. Everyone else had fled. He leapt over the bar, guns raised. He saw the wolf tear at an illusion. He was surprised by the magic, but then again a man had just morphed into a wolf. He saw someone who was solid and fired three quick rounds, one hitting his shoulder and two buried in his upper torso. As he fired he moved forward, rolled under some cover and took a flash bang from his belt. He pulled the pin and rolled it out, closed his eyes and looked away, shouting, "Flashbang!"

 

[Cyril Khan]

Gunfire: plenty of gunfire filled Paul's ears. It didn't bother him in the least. He'd heard it too much for it to strike fear into his heart. In fact, the sound of gunfire ended worse for the shooter than the target in such cases. The shots were not too distant, and they obviously were on the street that Paul was walking on. The entire deal was of no matter to him. As he approached, he knew the government was not involved, and he was definitely no vigilante. He continued walking his usual route, dangerously close to the heavily armed men, without paying them much attention. He wasn't obviously a "super" as they were called, and he had no intentions of revealing himself as one. Would one man shoot at him, though, he would unleash hell among the armed men. The thought occurred for him to stay, and deal with the law enforcement bound to come; however, he felt that the effort would be beyond him. These guys seemed to handle themselves fine, and didn't need him to babysit. The possibility of making his day more interesting still lingered, and it would take little convincing to make his final decision.

 

[Dalloph]

Several Clones had dissipated in the manner of seconds taken out by the Speak easy' supers. Stravenski went down the gunshots had hit his body armor his vitals weren't injured. He'd be hurting in the morning but at least he was alive. "Get under Cover!" Stravenski yelled at the rest of Broc's group.
Broc began a series of complex hand signs and muttered silently to himself while overturning a table to hide behind. He'd just finished the Magic ritual when he heard The Masked bartender yell "Flash bang!". "Jorg take the wolf." He snapped a finger and instantly the Hitman took on the exact form of the wolf [sky] and leaped after it. Jorg and the wolf tumbled away fighting. "Broc allowed himself a quick breath of relief at least one of his men wouldn't be shot. Broc then pulled his sidearm out took precise aim at the Masked bartender then fired three shots in quick succession right at the mans chest.
While all this was happening Broc's third hitman Dominique was taking cover behind a pile of rubble when he noticed a man outside. He glanced at him briefly but the man wasn't joining the fight. Dominique saw no point in bringing another bloody super into the brawl instead he leapt off the ground and dragged stravenski to cover behind a few chairs near Brocs position.

 

[Ols]

After he threw the grenade, Thomas stayed behing the wall and felt three bullets impact into it. He holstered one of his pistols and drew his duelling sword. He bent his legs and sprang backwards, superhuman strength taking him meters towards the exit. Using the car as cover, he sidled around to one of the men, seeing he was wearing body armour and driving the sward into his neck. Hard. He saw it come out the other side, stained with blood, before turned back to the car, covered from the squad.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

The four men opened fire instantly. Marco took in the situation quickly. it had been a good match already but ading four guns would help. Quickly eight shots went at the [Stravenski ]man targetting the boss. Not all of the shots were pinpoint, but who can dodge a bullet? quickly the original Marco emptied his clip on Stravenski and would go back into cover wile the rest of his copies would fan out a bit wider and cover him.

 

[Lavi]

Jorg and Sky struggled with one another, claws and fangs seeking flesh. Sky had the clear advantage: being more familiar with his own forms than his opponent. However, his opponent has trained far more for fighting than he has. It was simple a one-on-one fight: no intervention either way.

Sky was rammed into a booth. He bumped his head, and was dazed for a moment. Pain brought his mind back to clarity. Sky's left shoulder burned. A milisecond later, his brain realized he is hurt, and Sky yelped.

The hitman-wolf pressed the attack without remorse, and the super-wolf gave ground. As another strike was prepared, Sky struck back, using his uninjured right to strike Jorg in the face. Fangs sank into flesh, at the neck. It is finished.

 

[Cyril Khan]

A sound! Such a beautiful sound it was. It was melodious in Paul's ears, and he knew it would come. He had come only in time to experience it. Sirens: lots of sirens stated the introduction of law enforcement. The figured that only a shootout was going on. They may bring in a large SWAT team if they knew about the "supers". One thing was certain: they wouldn't know the Vanguard was there, and he despised every aspect of the Law.

The Sirens came close; oh what a wonderful tone: off-pitch and eerie. Many criminals ran at the sound. Paul waited; he waited to do no other than send deep fear into the government agents. The battle behind him meant nothing; if they became collateral, it was nothing to him. The Law was about to be ripped apart; if the people behind him attacked him, there would be more blood to be spilled.


Finally the vehicles came into sight. They rushed from both sides and around corners trying to surround the scene. Good, good: four SWAT trucks. More would come when they found the Vanguard present. It was too late for this insignificant few. A line of while cars escorting a black van sped towards Paul and those behind him. The charge did not last. Instantly, Paul lifted his hand; the SWAT van's end lifted upwards sending the frond out of control. With a quick jerk of the arm, the van tumbled over and rolled past the Vanguard, wrecking the lives of the souls who happened to be inside. The scene was not over. The white cars with flashing lights found themselves reaching simular fates. In less than a minute, the unsuspecting law enforcement, from one direction, did not have a vehicle on four wheels.