The Abberation League (IC)

[Tyrannosaurus Rekt]

CARSON TEMPLE | ATLAS​

Carson didn't understand the stir that went through the crowd when then one of the women spoke. Apparently, he'd flat out missed her in his previous observation. A good handful of the members in their motley gang of heroes (of which Carson felt woefully out of place) seemed to practically hiss and spew as she spoke. She promised not to kill anyone, though looking around, most everyone here seemed capable in some way. If they didn't have their weapons attached to them like an effigy of machoism, they spoke as if they could bend will itself form something powerful.

Honestly, Carson could care less. Hero. Villain. Newly Employed Hobo with a Sword. They were all crammed in the same situation and having to deal with the same people and their same delusions. Hooray. Fun.

He was slightly amused when he heard his voice relayed back to him. Huh. Good, some of them were annoying on top of being threatening. "Cute trick," he said. If she was trying to bait him into getting angry, he wasn't in the mood. "For a cute girl." There was nothing wrong with having a little fun, he figured. When she produced one of the agent's wallets, though, he paused. Immediately, he went to his own. It was still there. Why did he even bring it? Habit? Proof that he as a rich mother fucker? The ability to buy a burrito at a moment's notice? Ah. No. Don't think about food. He pinched his lips close together.

And then suddenly there was a woman. Carson pushed his glasses up his nose and gave her a once over. She was fairly attractive in the sort of "I can kick your ass" sort of way. He liked that. Dominative women were an itch he loved to scratch. It was then that she spoke. "I don't think a first aid kid would much help," he said. "This is not a usual stomach thing. I'm not really in the mood to explain it. Maybe. Later."

The next things that the woman said caused him to pause and stare at her. The Temple Technologies had reported the Atlas project a complete and utter failure. Only him, Ms. Roth, and these agents knew. Then again, she wore the agent's gear, but she was pooled with rest of them. Maybe, these "THUNDER" agents had told her otherwise. Still, he didn't like his dirty laundry aired about.

"Thanks, I suppose." He stood and leaned into her. "Though, please keep your voice down. No one knows that it actually worked. I'm glad that your mother invested stock in my company. I didn't…" he said, eyeing the woman. Guessing her age, and guessing that it wasn't too far from his own, he figured that her mother's interest in his company didn't have anything to do with philandering activities. "Nevermind. "

About that time, one of the men of their group started speaking loudly and outstandingly. Carson gave him a glance. "Such a charming crew we have," he said to the woman before him. "I swear, if someone accidentally shoots me in the ass…" He let out a long sigh. It was then he turned his attention back to her. "So, what is it you do? And I don't mean employment. I mean, like, ability-wise. Does it involve sparkles? Because I have a hundred dollars on someone in here being able to make sparkles."​

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[Gands]

Nessa Murtaugh - Shamrock

( Talking softly ) "Well, my mother, her name is Veronica Wells. She is a CEO in her own right and a major investor in several tech companies. As for sparkles, I'm sorry, not my thing. But I thought I spotted some sort of green sparkly mist ? "

Nessa squirms in her seat a bit. "I've not told anyone much about myself aside from one fellow who I am very acquainted with. I've spent most of my life training. My powers are primarily physical in nature. Lots of training, enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, agility and constitution. I'm told that I am extremely bright. My father is one of the Tuatha de Dannan."

" As for knowing anything, that's mostly educated guess. I did read that failure report, I did tell my mother not to withdraw her investments though. I don't think it would take a super genius to come up with it working if you are here, therefore, something must have worked !.( she smiled ) My primary training is in medicine, secondary in computer science. After that, I have a number of other interested that would have to qualify as hobbies. "

" I would enjoy discussing tech with you sometime if you feel up to bothering with me. As for the rest of our crew, Several of them have obvious and significant mental issues.

@Tyrannosaurus Rekt

 

[Esper]

Brian groaned silently at the team he had assembled after seeing some of the colorful banter over the security cameras. This project was an attempt to keep the peace against those who would prefer meta-humans locked in some sort of holding facility and here they were even making him regret the decision of being involved with this project. Sure THUNDER was aware of his abilities, although most just chalked it up to him being a disciplined ex-military man. Sure it would show in age when he was say fifty or sixty, but not for now. He adjusted his dress suit, fresh from a video meeting with a secret council from congress and stepped quietly into the room.

Keeping pace with the good Captain was Laura Ortiz. She was his lieutenant and dressed as sharply as the Captain was. She was carrying a heavily encrypted tablet, shielded of course from even the technomancer's abilities. They had done their homework and tried to keep there from being any unnecessary terminations so early into the project. "Captain. I've run intelligence analysis from our inside man aboard the carrier", she said softly as the elevator move in near silence toward the floor that held the briefing room. "And I believe these are the individuals best suited for a two pronged attack from the metas. Of course we also have Overwatch, Ground Support, Aerial Support, and Sea Support to consider."

The Captain listened to the Lieutenant admiring her ability to plan given vague objectives and limited resources considering what they were being tasked with accomplishing. The resources themselves would come in time he believed, once they had proven themselves of course and the powers that be could back them a little more openly. Several salutes went up as they passed various gaurds and entered the room they had assembled the metas in. "I am Captain Brain Smith and I am about to throw you all into danger. The enemy is aware we exist and has metas of their own protecting the aircraft carrier we are about to attack. You'll be split into two teams that Lieutenant Ortiz will be outlining with the objective of capturing intelligence on one side and doing some damage to their operational capabilities on the other. With that said. Know you are not going in alone. We have operational support from a handpicked team by land, air, sea, and on the technological front. With that said I give the floor to my lieutenant."

The Lieutenant smiled as she looked about the room. The details swirled about in her mind. She took a breath and laid into her battle plan. "Team Infiltration for the purposes of this mission. Seraph. Yari. Shamrock. Atlas. Allegra. Core. Serena...hardly a super name, but anyways. Your objective is locating where they keep their blueprints and sensitive documents. Grab the most intelligence you can, but the main focus is submarine blueprints and anything related to its development and use. Communications would also be helpful. We believe they are developing a submarine command center for unknown purposes. Thermal scans indicate several rooms this may be and all of them are shielded from surveillance. They are spread throughout the second and third floors."

"Team Distraction. Nyra. Sin. Grimm. Obsidian. White Noise. Wrecker. You will be running interference and destroying any sensitive equipment you come across. The more damage you do the worse off the enemy will be. Hit them hard. Hit them fast. You'll be issued infrared guns to paint electronic equipment. We can disable enemy systems with a targeted EMP blast from above. You'll also have a platoon of THUNDER commandos supporting you."

"As for enemy metas we have reports indicating they have their own technomancer aboard the ship. We have no photos of him and no idea what his capabilities are. If possible capture him alive. If not. Well things happen. We are at war and make no mistake about it. Second meta we believe is on board is named Javelin. We have a photo of her. She is a kinetic specialist and martial artist." The Lieutenant pushed a photo on her tablet and it appeared on the screen in the room.

"And last we have Bard. His powers are strictly more defensive in protecting others with barrier construction. Although given the proper motivation he could probably construct something that could kill you. He seems to be able to make them out of a variety of objects. Solid or otherwise. A secondary power, although it could just be proper motivation is he seems to be able to empower those around him. It's speculation at this point, but if we'd love to be able to study his abilities more closely. This is Bard." Once more she clicked the tablet and a second picture appear next to the first. "With those outlined details I will now let you review the details. Anything you need let me know and we will see what we can do to provide it. We will be over the drop zone in two hours."

Two hours later...Mission Site

The helicarrier approached the drop zone somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean keeping high enough to have cloud cover in conjunction with the ship's stealth technology. Several gunships sat in the loading dock, each outfitted with stealth technology similar to that on the ship itself. Communication devices had been issued to the team along with any other mission critical equipment that had been requested. "Approaching the drop zone. Expect to go in hot. We have confirmed hostiles numbering at least fifty in number. Light armaments. Anti-aircraft cannons don't seem to have picked us up yet. Disable those before extraction. No Metas confirmed on deck. Radio chatter seems minimal."

The gunships approached low providing cover fire and dropping personnel onto the deck. Before them loomed a deck long enough to land planes as well as a platform to lower them into the hull. The control tower was four stories tall and heavily reinforced. Security patrols and machine gun nests manned the corners. An alarm began to sound as they made their strafing run to give the teams time to get in position and find cover. Once the teams had cover the gunships would re-engage their cloaking devices and out of range of the anti-aircraft cannons. "Good luck and godspeed."

 

[Aero Blue]

@Joan @Tyrannosaurus Rekt

Yari gave a brief visible twitch as Redoc answered with typical suave, callous repartee. Joey had to admit that he held an aura of impenetrable cool about him, and it likely would have been unwise for Yari's mental health to continue engaging in verbal combat. In any case, they were on the same side, and he'd have an opportunity to take the man's measure, for when they should one day meet as adversaries. He turned away, to address the other two that had taken issue to his smoking.

The CEO hero with the innate secondary power of sarcasm. Carson Temple. Yari's mind didn't remember anything particular about the name, although it had been a while since he had been in tune with the corporate side of the world. "Your warning is… received, Mr. Temple."

He had to admit, vomit on a white shirt was not his idea of a good day. The still smoldering cigarette found itself flicked directly into a trash depository; ashtrays were overrated.

The other one had a much more interesting line of conversation. It seemed like, for the second time today, someone wasn't very impressed by his tie. Yari chuckled, giving Joan a nod to show appreciation the inherent humor in her line of questioning, "No, I'm not a super-breather. The smoking is just an easy habit for someone who's spent the better part of his life swinging steel. I'm a swordsman. A master swordsman, some would say. I'd be inclined to agree."

"With that in mind, if anyone's in range to take advantage of my tie, they must have also bypassed the threat of my blade. If that's the case, I deserve to die." Yari gave a shrug, illustrating his nonchalance at to the prospect, "In any case, some heroes still wear capes. Me and the other tie-guy should probably be allowed one pass for our failings in costume."

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The briefing had been professional enough, a fact that Yari was thankful for. His squad was a bit eclectic to his liking, however. 'Allegra' was acceptable enough, conversation having created a certain degree of rapport. 'Atlas', the venerable CEO Temple with a hatred of smoke, didn't present the greatest impression, but must have had some redeeming quality. The 'Avengers Assemble' kid, and a few more of the ladies rounded out the team.

Truthfully, he had hoped Redoc would be in his squad, to take more of his measure.

The gunship descended ever lower.

"Good hunting, ladies and gentleman."

Yari made his drop from the gunship, entering into a rapid roll as his form hit the carrier deck. It took three rotations before he exploded into a running stance, eyeing a supply crate as his cover. Sirens pierced his skull as his 'weapon-sense' shrieked at him, the cry of so many firearms being un-holstered. Two screams in particular pierced further than the rest – two gunners at 2 and 11.

The Everdark Kaze was removed from its sheath, swung into the air.

Two blades materialized near each gunner, ghostly blades moving upwards in a diagonal slash, forcibly severing fingers, parting hands from trigger.

They would live. Not as well as they used to, but they would live.

 

[CursedDawn]

The trouble making girl couldn't help but laugh. "You guys really are gonna be fun huh? Hahahahaha! Ham radio huh? That's definitely a new one." Cat answered, still not taking the dark wielding villain the least bit seriously. "You think a good thief isn't useful? I'd think someone like you would appreciate something like that little miss darkness. Hell, none of you even seemed to realize that wallet got returned empty." She quipped, tossing out a wad of bills along with a couple of credit cards as proof. "If you people are too busy looking at what someone shows you to see what they aren't, I'm guessing you aren't gonna last too long. Anyone wanna take bets on who dies first?"

Feeling like she made her point well enough for now, she sat back in her spot in the corner once more and got comfortable, watching things unfold. Being a somewhat professional thief, keeping on eye on a room without missing a detail was a simple matter. The guard she'd lifted the wallet from gathered his money and cards from the floor with clear embarrassment on his face, though he still shot Cat a dirty look as he counted through his things several times to ensure it was in fact all there, to which she merely returned a shit eating grin. With her powers, she easily heard every word spoken in the room without letting the others know. The only tell she had was a widening of her trademark smirk or a quiet laugh. Cat could have some fun blackmailing people on anything juicy she picked up with her eavesdropping, or she liked to think at least. Truth be told she simply didn't care that much most of the time to bother remember what she heard. If it didn't interest her, she wasn't likely to keep listening to begin with. Case and point, the folder she'd been given before even coming aboard the hellicarrier had yet to even be opened, so while Cat could guess the nature of their jobs she really didn't have any idea because it just didn't matter since she had no say regardless.

Her guess was proven right however once Captain Brian entered and his subordinate informed them of their duties. She giggled like an utter maniac at the news she'd get to cut loose for the first time in months, but happy or not, Cat was still Cat, and simply couldn't resist adding a very loud and less than dry fart sound to the end of the Captain's parting words.

 

[Gands]

Nessa Murtaugh Shamrock

Nessa loaded up into the stealthy attack craft ready to go, but a little bit nervous. Despite her super-genius intellect, this was her first military level test. A first test involving other metahumans. She watched the others in her flight, none of them were talking. They all knew the risk.

The time came for her to do the low level jump to the deck. She was second out of the plane after the swordsman, and before Allegra.

She wasn't done with the jump before she started to throw her super balls at the agents on the deck, nailing two of them before she had gone ten feet.

After that she moved after the swordsman, acting as his backup. constantly looking around and keeping an eye on the rest of her team. She was a little concerned about Joan, who didn't look particularly athletic. So, she kept a particularly wary eye on the other woman, ready to pull Joan out of trouble if necessary.

@Shizuochan @Esper @CursedDawn @Joan @Tyrannosaurus Rekt @mr_pibbs

 

[Esper]

Serena grinned as she dropped onto the deck of the ship. She wore some light tactical gear provided by THUNDER that wouldn't interfere with her movement too much. They had offered her body armor, but that would have interfered with her acrobatics by altering the center of gravity. Within the chaos she noted one of the guards taking aim from the machine gun in their general direction. She began to reach out with her charm magic. It hungrily began to leap through the air and hijacked his nervous system. It wasn't pretty, but it also wasn't hard to maintain either.

With the man paralyzed and unable to resist her commands she sprinted toward the man, closing the gap in seconds. "Don't kill him, don't kill him", she thought to herself as she began to drain his life essence. In this she was not cautious or slow and the man would begin to weaken rapidly. The man dropped to the ground in a near comatose state and she gently kicked him aside to take command of the gunner's nest. She provided cover fire for a moment until two THUNDER agents secured the man on the floor and the machine gun itself. "Let your overlords know I was cooperative, yes?"

 

[Cerulean]

"I freaking hate heights."

This was the least of his problems, as everyone had gone down in their respective gunships. He would feel bad about being left behind, but the young man had a really stupid idea that he wanted to try out. Granted, he had done this plenty of times before, but NEVER with this much height. Wrecker had also never gone up against bad guys with this much money put into them before. But all he could think about was how far down it was. He was shaking. Just think man, you do this just about anything else will be a piece of cake. It will probably take a lot of energy to get the density you need, but you can just raid their kitchen while you are at it. With their funds, they got to have some good stuff too. Not to mention, YOUR TEAM NEEDS YOU! QUIT FUGGIN' ROUND, AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN THERE!

The whimpered to himself, looking down at the clouds that looked like mashed potatoes. His fears were strong...but his clumsiness was stronger. As he tried to turn away his foot slipped on the landing, causing him to topple off the edge with a oddly deadpan "Fuuucckk!" To make matters worse he forgot his little ray thingy. This annoyed him to no end and he threw and tantrum in mid-air. Flailing in anger, he felt even more stupid for having stayed.

It doesn't matter now, turning towards the ground, he tried to get a visual on where he was going to land. He kept blinking because his tie was whipping him in the face. Moving that out of the way, it looked like...

I'm going to be hitting the tower. Sweet!

To be honest, he had no idea if this was even going to work. Focusing on getting his density up as much as possibly needed, his fall became much quicker with more weight. If this was where he was going to land, it would likely be best to try and knock out any nearby generators. At least he was doing his job as a distraction. Thankfully, with the alarms already going off and the shenanigans were already in full swing that another issue was going to be over the radios in 5-4-3-2

"I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKER BALLLLLL!!!!!!" He screamed as the young man crashed into the top of the tower. He hopefully was doing a good job, as he was crashing through several floors. "I -Floor- might -Floor- get -Floor- a -Floor- medal -Floor- for -Floor- this. -Floor-"

 

[CursedDawn]

Cat waited before making her own entrance, wanting to see what kind of competition they made for themselves. She was less than impressed at first until Wrecker dropped in. Cat nearly fell out of the ship she was laughing so hard. "Well I doubt I can top that but I'll definitely give it a shot." She grabbed a large case she'd brought onto the ship and retrieved the item inside, an electric guitar that matched her suit. After slinging the guitar over her shoulder and casually kicking the empty case out of the ship, she leapt out as well. "Hm... In retrospect I probably should've made sure my landing idea works before leaping several stories out of a ship." The deck of the ship's rapid approach didn't permit her any time to worry about that now though, not that Cat was one to worry.

"Ok, deep breath, focus, and hopefully I won't die in the next 3 seconds." Cat breathed in as deeply as she could, and shrieked at the top of her lungs. The deck shuddered as her supersonic scream hit, though Cat seriously misjudged the force she'd need to land safely, not on the short side but the high. She put out so much power she actually lifted herself slightly before she landed, causing her to botch her landing, stumble, and fall flat on her ass. "Oof... ok that could've gone better, plan b it is then."

Despite ruining her landing her scream drew plenty of attention, and right now Cat needed attention. "Hey there bad guys, my buddy up there kinda fucked up your tower huh? How about a round of applause for the best joke of the day?" With each clap of her hands the volume jumped, soon sending shockwaves in every direction and knocking her assailants clean off their feet. Before they could get back to their feet, Cat had her guitar in hand. "I only intended to use this for my totally awesome entrance that I kinda screwed up but my job is distraction so, hope you guys have some really good earplugs."

Despite the custom guitar, well... she chose the name White Noise for a reason. Cat didn't have the slightest idea how to actually play a guitar, or any other instrument for that matter. So when she started strumming and randomly fingering the strings, it was arguably the worst thing to ever happen to a guitar, and that's without her amplifying the horrid playing to destructive levels. "Heh, my jump may have sucked but let's see anyone else pull a better distraction out of their ass."

 

[Tyrannosaurus Rekt]

CARSON TEMPLE | ATLAS​

Surprise. He was "Team Infiltration." Honestly, he thought he would have made it into the other team given his ability to become obnoxiously large and treat everything like a destructive pyromaniac preteen. Still, he could do things on this team that they couldn't. Small spaces. There better be a shit ton of small spaces, he thought. Or at least maybe technological devices he could toy with. One of the other. At least "Team Infiltration" had the attractively dangerous woman on it. Well, at least the one that people didn't view as their arch nemesis.

In the time it took for him to prepare, he mostly took off his fancy clothing, and his wallet, phone, and smart watch, and stored them in a locker. Hopefully, they would still be there. Hopefully. He could sue a government secret-op mission, right?

That left him in his "hero suit." Honestly, it was a pure white suit that had had the various electronic wiring that was supposed to facilitate the size change. Instead, it transferred those abilities to him. Fortunately, it retained the ability to morph along with the user. So, Carson didn't have to be overly naked. He'd removed a lot of the unnecessary bulky parts and the sleeves. Altering sizes made him hot, no judgment. So, he was strapped into that gear as they made their way to the destination. He'd put on a mask at last minute. While most of the team members went maskless, he left like he had to. He was CEO of a major corporation and an obvious social media face. Hopefully, the mask would help. Hopefully.

He was happy that there was no teleportation involved in this. He leaped off the carrier and immediately shrunk down to his smallest form. He flew low, avoiding the bullet fire. He then came upon the feet of him and grew rapidly, knocking town of them in the jaw and sending them flying back as Carson still grew. He grabbed another member and flung him into that person. He snatched another person up as a ragdoll and flung them. Immediately, the enemies knew to hone in on him. He went small and low again. He zoomed towards the smoking Samurai Cyborg and landed on his shoulder.

"This is your conscious," he whispered into Yari's ear. "Let's survive a bit longer."

 

[mr_pibbs]

Mason had been pretty lax during the introductions f his fellow-teammates, but he did make note of a few things while remaining more-or-less quiet. Things like the personalities of those who inhabited the room, wether or not he could smell supernatural abilities on them (as a whole, Mason was pretty close to gagging based on how potent their combined scents were), and more or less determined wether or not he was wanting to send them to Hell immediately or later on. Thankfully for both himself and those he selected, very few of his colleagues fell into the 'immediately' category.

Soon after many of the 'supers' had made their introductions, the man responsible for T.H.U.N.D.E.R. and this whole team arrived on the scene. "Heyp Cap. So let me guess; shit finally hit the fan, huh?" stated Mason, casting the older man a playfully snide smirk before he and a few others begun to explain their mission. Infiltration and recovery of highly classified intelligence from an aquatic base guarded by Metas? Sounded like a hoot to Mason.

As it turned out, Mason found himself being put in charge of the infiltration team. Putting on a fake smile, Mason cupped his hands together like a child and tilted his head to the side. "Aww, Cappy~ My own squad! You think I'm a capable leader! Thanks, Dad!" cooed Mason, smiling cockily as the captain shot him a dirty look. It wasn't the first time the two men had acted like this towards one another, it was pretty commonplace. Mason always had problems with people who assumed they were capable of no wrong-doing, and Captain Smith was the worst of them all. T.H.U.N.D.E.R. may be known as a peace-keeping organization dedicated to saving lives, but Mason knew their track record. They could argue all they want; but when compared to the bad guys they worked to put away, they weren't so different.

But putting all that aside, Mason knew he had to get to work. The Lieutenant concluded her speech with the knowledge that they would reach the drop-zone in two hours. Perfect; thought Seraph, Just enough time to get some shut-eye and be ready to kick ass..

Two Hours Later​

Sipping some coffee from a thermos he had 'borrowed' from the employee lounge on-board, Mason blinked a few times to try and wake himself up. "Alright... So this is it?" he asked a nearby agent, who nodded his head. Mason let out a laugh and shook his head, staring down at the drop zone. "Fuckin' super villains, man. They're never just fine with a regular house in the country, it's always gotta be some kind of secret base. With missiles. The missiles are important, I guess. You know, that actually makes sense. If I had a secret base, I'd want to have missiles too. Just adds to the overall feeling of the place, you know?"

But for as long as he would've liked to discuss the semantics of owning a secret base complete with missiles, the rest of his team began jumping out of the helicarrier. Mason nodded, threw back the last bit of his coffee and handed the thermos to the agent beside him. "Tell 'Tom' thanks for the coffee." Mason said, referring to the taped name tag on the side of the thermos to identify its owner. Rapidly dashing out of the opening, Mason jumped into the air and did a backflip, his body quickly beginning to emanate with a black mist that soon engulfed him entirely. As he plummeted to the ground, the mist retracted into his body, revealing he had transformed into his super-suit.

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Now ready to rock and roll, Seraph extended his hands and began to charge up some of his ectoplasmic residue. Increasing his speed, a trail of jet-black mist launched out of his legs and streaked across the sky as he plummeted towards the target. Seconds before he hit the ground, Seraph quickly pulled up, passing through one of the nearby guards with a machine gun before delivering a swift punch to the face. A few rounds of bullets soared past him from two nearby guards who had seen the shadowy figure approach, but Seraph was ready for them. Quickly throwing his arms back and forth, he figured his ectoplasm at the guards, slamming one of them in the chest so hard that he hit the ground, while the other was hit in the legs and thrown into the air.

Seizing his opportunity, Seraph flew towards the still-conscious guard and slammed his fist into his neck, winding him enough to force a black-out. As the mist around his legs faded, Seraph turned to his crew and nodded. "Alright team; let's shut this down." he said, raising a hand to his ear to activate the communicator they were all given.

"Cap; Seraph. We're still taking some heavy fire, but do you maybe wanna tell us where the fu-" Seraph began to say before he noticed Wrecker falling out of the sky like a ton of bricks, crashing into one of the nearby towers, knocking out one of the radio broadcasters. "Huh." he stated, taking a moment to process what he had just seen before speaking to the Captain again. "Anyways; where to? Got some kind of directions we can follow or do I need to get us in without breaking the place?"

 

[Joan]

[fieldbox=Joan Riley Ardent AKA Allegra, #447733, solid, 0, Georgia]

"With that in mind, if anyone's in range to take advantage of my tie, they must have also bypassed the threat of my blade. If that's the case, I deserve to die.In any case, some heroes still wear capes. Me and the other tie-guy should probably be allowed one pass for our failings in costume."

Joan smiled wryly and nodded. "Point taken." Before she could say anything else, the door opened once again, revealing the pair that would be briefing them.

She paid close attention during the briefing, doing her best to memorize the details they were being given. She watched the room as names were called, noting who reacted to which name. She was pleased enough with her assignment, since it seemed she would be away from prying eyes and the people she was paired with seemed decent enough people. I'm not sure if it was genius or idiocy to assign just about every villain to the team that smashes things to draw attention, but it works for me.

Two hours later, she was on a gunship and wanting nothing more than to be able to get off. The enclosed, slightly cramped space was small enough to make her feel slightly panicked, and though she was able to keep it under control by breathing slowly and deeply, it was still extremely uncomfortable. In fact, because of this, she was still unmasked when the pilot told her she had about five seconds before the drop.

Damn it, I hate this. She pulled the mask out of her pocket and yanked it over her face, securing it to the neck of her suit with the zipper concealed under her jacket collar. This ship better have some roomy hallways.

Then the pilot gave her the signal to drop, and she jumped out onto the deck. She landed in a crouch and quickly glanced up and around her. Nothing seemed to be threatening her at the moment, so she took a second to study the colors around her and adjust her costume's dyes. She would keep one part of her mind focused on this whenever there were enemies nearby, as it made life a lot easier for her when she wasn't easily spotted.

With that done, she hurried forward, occasionally using her telekinesis to knock out somebody aiming in her team's direction or to create a temporary shield. At one point, she sensed somebody crouching in the shadows nearby with killing intent, so she pulled the gun out of the man's hands with her mind and swung it into his head.

Having a clear idea of where we're supposed to go would be helpful, she thought to herself while their team leader talked with Brian.
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[fieldbox=Naivara Adrianna Yvonne AKA Nyra, #666688, dotted, 0, Book Antigua]

So Naivara had been assigned to the 'distraction' team. Interesting. What was also interesting was that she had been placed on the same team as several people who had made it evident through what they said that they were generally villainous types, with the possible exception of this 'Wrecker'. Ah, well, maybe at least that way she would get to know what they were capable of. The only thing she was really disappointed about was being on a separate team from Serena, but perhaps it would serve as a motivator for her to draw attention away from the 'infiltration' team. Withthese thoughts in her mind, she spent the next two hours browsing through the files she had been given earlier to get a basic idea of her team's capabilities.

Later, on the gunship flying down to the drop zone, she held the staff in her hands and took a deep breath. Despite everything, she was nervous about this. It was really the first time she had been out and about with her powers, and really the first time she'd had a chance to do anything with them other than run for her life.

It's go time. Ready?

You're only asking me to delay the inevitable. Just go.

Why are you always a smartass?

Go.

With a sigh, she leaped out of her gunship, activating a limited flight spell as she went. It would last for maybe two minutes, but it would hopefully be enough for her to cause an effective distraction.

Floating low over the surface of the ship, she snapped her fingers, causing a brightly glowing fireball to appear in her left hand. She held it high for a moment before throwing it next to a cluster of gunners. Then Wrecker made his entrance, and she couldn't help letting out a wry chuckle. "Not bad," she murmured to herself before using her staff to blast a group of anti-aircraft guns.

We seem to be doing well so far, though we're still taking some fire...Then again, I suppose it is our job to break the things shooting at us, isn't it? Better get back to work...[/fieldbox]

[fieldbox=Alexander Heron Mitchell AKA Core, #1188ff, dashed, 0, Courier New]

"Core, dear, it's been far too long. Did your little crew manage to recover from that little incident?"

Alex had just been watching the banter in the rec room when Obsidian's cold voice interrupted his thoughts. He had been making an effort to avoid glancing her way, but now he looked sharply toward her and saw that ridiculously taunting smile. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice whispered Shit, but he ignored it and focused his gaze on Obsidian. His eyes narrowed slightly and a hardness developed at the corners of his mouth as he began to speak in a low, cold voice.

"Listen, you little--" Before he could get any further, he was interrupted by Brian Smith. He shut his mouth immediately and leaned back against the wall, fighting to keep his focus on what was being said to him. He did manage to focus well enough on the important aspects: the team division, his team's goal, the info about the three other metas on board...The main thing that caught his attention, however, was that there was supposedly another technopath on board. When he heard that they had no information about this technopath, dread filled him, but he sighed and let it pass. The team I'm on should be able to take him, and the few times I've had to deal with other technopaths, I've come out ahead...so I shouldn't have to worry, right?

Later, he was suited up and jumping out of the bottom of a gunship. He landed neatly and followed the rest of his team as quickly as possible, knocking out the occasional gunner here or there and shutting down any surveillance devices he came across. While Seraph was on the phone, he scanned the area for heat signatures in case anybody was listening. Finding nothing, he took a moment to fiddle with his communications device and managed to boost the radius by a few feet. Brilliant.[/fieldbox]

 

[Gands]

Shamrock

Nessa moved effortlessly behind the swordsman. Her own incomparably crafted quarterstaff whirled and abruptly reached out to tap enemy agents who the swordsman left behind for her.

" Swordsman, best stuff on the second and third floors. Try the first doorway on the left there ". { Here she relied on luck, it often worked in her favor. }

It did seem as if the four of them were working well. The swordsman on point, her behind him... Allegra at the rear with the liberal use of tele kinetics and Atlas popping in and out of the fight as necessary. She wasn't sure what happened to Mason, she thought she saw him stop to make a phone call. There too she spotted Core moving in with the group of them with a nice looking suit. Hah, she thought to herself, served Mason right, he was probably getting a big head after being named in charge of their group.

@Shizuochan @Esper @CursedDawn @Joan @Tyrannosaurus Rekt @mr_pibbs

 

[Esper]

GM Post​

As the metas assailed the ship they caused a great deal of havoc and confusion, seizing control of half the deck at the very least. THUNDER kept much of the enemy forces suppressed leaving the actual neutralization to the metas themself. "We are detecting three metas inbound to the deck", the Captain's voice spoke through the communication devices. "Visual confimation of Javelin, Bard, and a...shark man. Shark man has yet to be identified and his powers unknown. Proceed with caution. Signal for aerial support and extraction as needed." The Captain tried to keep radio chatter to a minimum in order to leave it open for the others.

Enemy foot soldiers began to swarm the deck in support of the meta humans. These soldiers looked more heavily armored and perhaps ready with better weapons. The shark man leaped up on from the water, standing at least thirteen feet in height and being of a dark grey hued, but looked to still be strangely humanoid in his limbs. "Cry THUNDER huh. Looks more like a little snack to me." He let out a roar and his hands shifted into long claws not unlike that of a tiger. "Awfully generous of the Brian to serve you so neatly." The shark man barreled forth, slashing his way with astonishing agility through the armored THUNDER agents, turning their bodies into mere rag dolls he would later feast upon.

Bard emerged clad in body armor that appeared to resonate magic in the form of runes with Javelin moving around him tactically, strapped with various throwing implements on her person. Her armor looked to be much the same, but reinforced and perhaps enhanced for her kinetic based abilities. They moved as a trained pair, batting back the assaults of the THUNDER agents that dared to move close to them. A few unlucky souls found themselves dying slower than others. "Who's next", she boasted with the faint glimmer of Bard's protective magic clinging to her as a body suit.

Wrecker managed to crash inside the tower itself. It looked like he managed to make it to the deck level atop the ship. The floor here was a lot sturdier than the tower itself and he would even find himself hard pressed to dent it. Below him was a hatch that most likely was Team Infiltration's way into the more sensitive areas. His crash inside did draw a good amount of attention from the automated turrets as well as guards from the other floors and those nearby on the deck. He now had several guns trained on him from various sources. "Surrender now Mister Wrecker and I won't turn you into Swiss cheese. In fact join us. Your powers would be of great use to us with the right training. Just first neutralize your THUNDER comrades. You don't need to be neat or merciful. Just efficient." The voice seemed to come from the speakers around him and only in that room. It looked as if he had drawn the attention of the technomancer for the time being.

On the outside drones began to swarm, about the size of flies. They were nearly undetectable in the chaos. These were the eyes and ears of the technomancer on the surface. No doubt he had a good amount of these to spare. Several more drones that were of the snake like persuasion also joined in, crawling up from the sides of the ship. They began to latch onto any target that looked soft enough to take out with exposed flesh. The fangs ripped into them, injecting venom, while those covered would find their necks being assailed and air supply running quite thin.

 

[Brea]

orange Location: T.H.U.D.E.R Aircraft --> Deck of Enemy Ship
Mentioned: Brian, Laura (@Esper) Yari ( @Shizuochan ), Shamrock ( @Gands ), Allegra ( @Joan ) , Serena ( @Esper ), Atlas ( @Tyrannosaurus Rekt ), Other unnamed teammates
Interactions: Seraph ( @mr_pibbs ), Core ( @Joan )
Outfit: Super Suit
Weapon: Custom Blades (but longer)
Color Ref: d15508
Character Sheet: HERE

Near the back corner of the room was a younger redhead, sitting on the floor. She had been one of the first people to be picked up by T.H.U.N.D.E.R, but had gone pretty much unnoticed by her new teammates as each entered the room. Each one peaked her interest, and she wanted desperately to get up and begin making friends. Thanks to several years without the opportunity to interact with new people, however, Ophelia couldn't find the courage to do so. She wouldn't even know where to begin. How does one make friends in an environment like this? Or, any environment, for that matter.

Once everyone was picked up she felt slightly relieved she hadn't gotten up and attempted to make friends just yet, as many began to bicker. Those who she thought may have been the most interesting turned out to be some of the most sarcastic. Ophelia was glad she could just sit back and observe, get a feel of her new peers before actually interacting with any of them. She thought that perhaps this way her quest to make friends would prove more successful.

Shortly after the last male- whom Ophelia thought to be the nicest thus far- was picked up two very professional people entered the room. One male, the other female. The male introduced himself as "Captain Brian Smith," immediately establishing his importance. He introduced his counterpart, Lieutenant Ortiz, after a brief introduction of himself.

The duo wasted no time getting down to business, which slightly surprised Ophelia. She had expected some sort of grace period for them to get to know each other and train a little. Not that she really needed the training, she had spent every day of the last few years perfecting her unnatural ability, as well as fine-tuning her hand-to-hand fighting skills. Physically, she was more than prepared to enter combat.

Mentally? Well...

Ophelia made great effort to pay attention to the information given to them, wanting to be as knowledgeable as she possibly could about the mission. It wasn't a surprise that their enemy had Metas on their team as well, but she was very intrigued about what they could do. Since the only other Meta she had every really known was her trainer back in prison, Denny, it was likely that all Metas would catch her attention for a while.

The briefing was fairly short, and they were all given two hours before the mission would begin. Heaving a sigh, Ophelia activated her ability so that she would be ready when the time came. Years ago the switch between living and not was a great feat for her, but now it was as easy as making a conscious decision to turn off her bodily functions. It started off with her heart, and then her organs failed, and finally her brain shut off. The whole transformation took between fifteen and twenty minutes, and during this time Ophelia simply remained seated on the floor with her eyes closed and her head resting against the wall.

Before the transformation was even complete Ophelia felt the hunger. She knew she should have ate more before, so that her stomach had something in it and she wouldn't be so hungry initially. Still, she would have felt it before they reached the enemy base; perhaps it was better to feel it right away so she could take care of it before it became a problem. Standing, it took a moment for Ophelia to find her balance. In her undead state her mobility skills were lacking, especially when she was hungry, and so she stumbled to the nearest non-meta agent and asked for some assistance.

Because T.H.U.N.D.E.R had done their research on Ophelia they knew of her condition, and were well prepared to accommodate her. She spent the rest of her time eating raw meat and limbering up. By the time they arrived she felt much stronger, and was ready for some action. Though, admittedly, she was just beginning to smell like death.

She watched as her teammates jumped one by one. First to go was Yari, he seemed very excited to enter combat. Following right after him was Shamrock and Allegra, and Ophelia leaned over the edge as she watched them make their decent. The ground was a lot further than she had anticipated, and she could feel herself growing nervous. The impact of her landing wouldn't hurt her, since she couldn't feel any pain at all in this state, but that didn't make her immune to injury. It would be just her luck to break her ankle by jumping out of a aircraft.

Serena then jumped, immediately joined in the air by Atlas. Her eyes grew wide as she witnessed her male teammate shrink in size, and realized it might have done her some good to try and figure out the abilities of her teammates. Might have been some kind of advantage. Too late now, she thought, rolling her eyes to herself. While Atlas had initially shocked Ophelia, it was nothing compared to what she felt when she witnessed Seraphs mid-decent transformation. Felli was really kicking herself now.

Deciding to just go for it and not worry about possible injury, Ophelia jumped at almost the same time as her last teammate, Core. Core, Corpse, very similar, she thought as the wind whipped her red hair around. Hope it doesn't cause any confusion.

When she reached the ground Ophelia followed Yari's lead and rolled a little, which she found to be very effective. Though it did take her a moment to stand and find her balance, she was delighted to find that she didn't get any injuries that would affect her performance. She followed the closet teammate to her, which happened to be Core, to some cover, where they met up with Seraph.

Good, she thought to herself with a nod. It was probably a smart idea to keep herself close to the leader, especially since he seemed to be very powerful. She scanned the area for her other teammates while Seraph tried to contact Brian via the communication devices they all we given. She could hear his voice through the one she had in her ear, reminding her of it's presence. She hoped they weren't used excessively, because she thought that might become distracting.

Crouching down and covering her head, Ophelia realized that she wasn't as useful as her teammates when it came to long-distance combat. Some of them could move objects with a simple hand gesture, others were throwing weapons and causing some real destruction. She was only really usefully when she was up close to her target. Maybe I should have been put on Team Distraction...

Shaking her head, Ophelia tried to rid herself from the doubt of her abilities. She didn't want her own insecurities to get in the way of her teammates success. They had yet to receive a response from Brian on how to get in, and so she started looking for one herself. Her eyes landed on some doors on the other side of the ship, and she eyed the combat between them. Too far away with too many enemies between, she decided, moving on.

Her brown eyes then landed on some doors that were closer. Doubt they'd be unlocked, she thought, only to quickly realize that they probably wouldn't find an unlocked entrance anyways. They'd have to break through whatever way they decided to get in. After a moment more of consideration she opted that those doors still weren't their best option, Not enough cover between here and there. We'd take too much fire.

It was then that she noticed a latch in the ground, approximately thirty to forty feet in front of them, towards the enemy. Still not ideal, she thought, biting her lower lip. But definitely a lot closer than the doors. Slowly, Ophelia reached out and tapped Seraphs shoulder before moving her hand to point to the latch.

"Think we could get in that way?" She asked, having to yell over the gunfire.
​

 

[Gands]

Shamrock. Enemy Ships deck.

Nessa started to experience more resistance to her progress now. Nessa was gifted with more than excellent reaction speed and was smart enough to make that work even more to her advantage.

With that, she whirled around and between her teammates with her staff not quite a blurry. She attacked drones ( those that came within staff range )and the mechanical snakes in and around the sneak team. In essence she worked hard to be an integral part of her teams defense.

There were occasions when she used small signalling devices to alert air over to eliminate fixed defenses. It was during this time she finally noticed Corpse..... Eeewwwe... Okay, at least Nessa didn't scream and she knew the girl had a normal form. So she started incorporating Corpse into her ongoing defense strategy.

Those few times her teammates let any of the highly armored enemy agents past the little groups outer perimeter, Shamrock happily disposed of them. The combination is strength, speed and smart defenses made it more than difficult on them.

@Esper @mr_pibbs @Joan @Shizuochan @CursedDawn @Tyrannosaurus Rekt @Brea

 

[Aero Blue]

Predictably, it got loud.

It always got loud.

Armed combat and the esoteric menagerie of meta-humans always had a knack for composing the strangest of choruses. The percussion of bullets drumming against kevlar and flesh, blades siren-shrieking through the air. Screams and cussing, often all at once. Voice of comrades barely registering amidst the ambient pounding of adrenaline. Some of the worst guitar playing to have graced the known world, courtesy of White Noise. And the other tie-guy jumping through a building.

Those last two, at least, were unexpected.

Even more unexpected was the surfacing of his conscience - one Carson Temple, size-shifter. A martial artist of Yari's caliber was always keenly aware of the going-ons of his body, although to Atlas' credit, his descent had been impeccable and barely detectable. Impressive control. Not the kind of skill and finesse one normally expected from a CEO-turned-super.

"Hitching a ride, Mr. Temple?" Yari duck and wove between lines of bullets, conscious of his 'passenger'. "Let's do a little give and take. You get a ride, and then I give a ride."

He motioned towards Wrecker, and the assembly of armed guards that had their weapons trained upon him.

"Do you like being thrown? I have heard shapers adore that kind of strategy."

@Cerulean @Tyrannosaurus Rekt

 

[CursedDawn]

Leaping past heaps of downed baddies and THUNDER agents alike, Cat sent a burst of sonic pain in the direction of any unfortunate grunt she came across, including the occasional unfortunate THUNDER agent because Cat was too busy having her fun blasting anything she could to actually pay attention who was shooting who. To make things worse, with the enemy metas finally showing themselves, White Noise was eager to show off. After all the better she did the faster she got cut loose from the, at least in her opinion, colossal pile of rules and boredom that was THUNDER.

Being who she was, Cat naturally targeted the one that looked more fun, the enormous shark man. "Animal Planet said sharks have pretty strong hearing, let's test that out". She charged up for a high power blast, only for her already unfortunate guitar's strings to split and cause her attack to go totally wild rather than toward her target. "Dammit... Why does every plan I have screw up. Whatever I stole this thing anyway." She muttered under her breath, getting somewhat frustrated.

Gripping her damaged instrument by the neck, she hoists it up like a hammer over her shoulder and leaps upward toward her quarry, hoping to keep him from getting much of a move before her. "Hey fish breath, catch!" She shouted as she hurled her makeshift weapon end over end, "and just to be safe..."

The moment the guitar was free of her hands, she took a deep breath and let out her loudest shriek yet. Pieces of the deck buckled under the force of her voice as it barrelled toward the fish man. All the while a single thought pervaded Cat's mind, "Fuck, I could've made a hammer time joke if I hadn't thrown it."

 

[Tyrannosaurus Rekt]

CARSON TEMPLE | ATLAS​

Carson tightly gripped Yari's collar as the other whipped around soldiers efficiently and quickly. He looked up and kept an eye on his surroundings. His fingers tightened on the fabric when he saw the shark man. "Shark person. Shark. Person. SHARK. PERSON." He then followed those words with a long stream of "no." He was a CEO of a technology company. He was not capable of fighting a bipedal shark. That was not a thing he wanted to do. Sharks were terrifying. They only became more so when they crawled above ground and started eating people on land.

He focused on Yari at that moment. "Yeah. Sure. I'll give you the piggyback ride you apparently never had as a child."

Yari then mentioned that Carson would enjoy being thrown. "No. This is not a movie. I do not enjoy being pitched into the air. But from a physics standpoint, it is a solid maneuver." He sighed. He ran down Yari's arm and into his hand. "Fine, throw me. You may or may not get that dad-replacement piggyback ride."

Carson vaulted through the air at the men, steadily increasing in size until he became a battering ram. He knocked the men down with his sheer velocity and size. He then grew large enough to snatch and bend the barrels of their weapons. He shrunk down immediately, though. He was positively scared of bullet fire.

He flew toward the angel boy, Seraph was it? The woman that stood next to him was pointing at a latch downwards. Carson altered his velocity and shrunk some more. He was able to weasel in through the cracks. The stairs that were underneath it pitched into pale lighted darkness. Still, Carson grabbed onto the bars and grew. He pushed the door up. His arm massive in comparison. He shrunk back into a normal person.

"I hope we are going down here. Otherwise, you just made me waste my time. In any other profession, my time is worth thousands of dollars per minute." He said, his head poking over the deck and glancing at the rest of the crew. He didn't know if they wanted to come this direction, but it seemed pretty solid.

 

[Esper]

GM Post​

The team made short work of the entrance with the combination of Yari throwing Atlas toward the hatch and through the danger, though this just drew attention from the grunts that were still standing. They had a little more situational awareness of the swordsman now and spread out with their rifles trained on him now, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the early retirement he had gifted the machine gunner that was atop the now collapsing tower.

Cat seemed quick to draw the ire of the shape shifting man who had now just tossed a THUNDER agent like a rag doll in the path of the sound wave that about to crash into him. With the worst of the sound being absorbed by the agent the shark wasted no time in pushing through the annoyance and raising his clawed hand to take a swipe at the woman in an attempt to rend flesh from bone and make short work of her.

Bard nodded appreciatively as Shark took to the offensive and transferred a portion of the focus of his barrier his comrade, shielding him from the worst of the effects. It didn't need to last long, just enough to take out this loud screeching woman. "And being that out of key is really just in poor taste", he quipped, smirking at his own words. His barrier also extended to Javelin, which absorbed blows she could not turn into kinetic energy. Their training together had been initially rough until they figured that out, but now they were pretty difficult to take down if they worked together.

Javelin noticed Shamrock, though quite similar to the THUNDER agents, she was far more than a common foot soldier. She cracked her knuckles, relishing the chance to truly open up against a sturdy opponent. She flung several kunai in her direction in rapid succession. It was one of her opening tools, though she had more unique options on her person that she was saving for someone who could truly appreciate the pain and not die from it. She was twisted in that way and loved it.

Serena noticing the hatch burst open finished off the grunt before her with a satisfying drain of his life energy, once more leaving him alive but comatose. "So we found the hole huh", she grinned as she spoke into the communication device. "I guess we're off to Wonderland then." She sped toward the opening to reunite with those working the same task she had been assigned to. The interior of the hull was dimly lit to most, but she had little trouble in the dark. It was one thing she enjoyed about her heritage. "Well there's no magic down here. We left that on the deck with the pretty boy who is protecting his friends. Heh. I get it. Bard, like armor. Does that make the shark a giant sea horse", she mused in trailed off thought.