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taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

say652 wrote:"So which one do I use the button on? I have to pee be back shortly." Sebastian removed his headset and began the search for the latrine...

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

wyrmraker wrote:Still working out the fight scene.
********
Darkraven stared at the melee that had developed in the spacedock. Grundy had just thrown a Bolo at a group of marines who were firing protoculture weapons at him from behind cover, all the while screaming in rage and agony at the gaping holes cut into his undead flesh by the living energy. A different group were keeping Killer Frost under cover with, interestingly, particle beams instead of plasma. Bane had cleared the two hyenas away from himself, and was now fighting a very acrobatic Harley Quinn, Cyborg was still locked up in a virtual battle of supremacy with the Command Bolo, and Giganta was on the planetoid facing down Desdemona Brown in the Model 66 Mark 6 Evangelion.

And both portals were still open.

From the Regime's portal flew a pair of what appeared to be razored boomerangs, and close behind them darted in what appeared to be a, well, a catgirl in cheetah print. After her strode a man dressed in dark blue with boomerangs of all sizes applied to the outfit. After him floated in three members of the Yellow Lantern Corps.

Meanwhile, from the Insurgency's portal gunfire erupted, the explosive bullets slamming into Bane's spine even as Harley leapt up, giving the much larger man a roundhouse kick in his face. Out rolled an athletically slime man in a biker jacket and glassy red mask dual wielding a pair of handguns. To his left an obviously military man emerged wearing a red and black mask, and he was firing an assault rifle at Killer Frost with tight, controlled bursts. To the right of the man in the biker jacket another man in red, with a black cloak and cowl, and the emblem of a bird on his chest. He was in the process of hurling small bombs at Grundy's feet, causing the giant to be confused. Behind the three man a woman glided forward, he steps absolutely certain even though she was dressed in skin-tight armoured lycra with the bat-symbol across her chest. She immediately closed into combat with the boomerang thrower, even as some of the marines were attempting to shoot the catgirl.

"Nova, this is getting messy," Darkraven commented, feeling awfully exposed even in armor that could stop a twentieth century tank shell.

"I know. We have to get those portals closed. Will that trick you used before work twice?"

"Doubtful. Their mage would have been able to counter the anti-magic cloud with little trouble. I'll be right back," he finished, making a sudden turn towards the cell block."

"Where are you going?" Nova shouted, not liking any of this.

"You'll see. Trust me!"
***
"Hello, Sinestro."

The slender, crimson skinned alien turned to look at his captor. Sure enough, there was Darkraven, in armor that Sinestro hadn't seen before, but at least the young man had taken his helmet off.

"Hello, Darkraven. Is it time for the interrogation?"

"Heh. Not quite, no. I'm here to offer you a deal." Sinestro quirked an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. "Two of your Yellow Lanterns just popped up through the portal. If you can get them to turn back, I can talk to Leonard about just returning you to your universe."

"An interesting offer. And if I refuse?"

Darkraven held up a tablet, where the live feed from the fight between Giganta and the demonic-looking Evangelion was really beginning to escalate. "Then you stay here, and we have to invade your universe just to defend ourselves. If you have enemies, the Council may want to use you as a leveraged favor. Personally, Leonard and I want to keep this away from the political twits, but if we have to invade, there'll be no hiding this. So what do you say, Sinestro?"
***
"Attention Yellow Lanterns," a smooth, cultured voice rang out over the PA system in the spacedock. "This is Sinestro. You are all to return immediately to Qward and await word from me. I am in negotiations with the locals, and we have errored. Return to Qward immediately, and this is an order to the entire Corps."

Almost instantly, their faces bearing visages of digust, the two Yellow Lanterns turned and flew back through the portal.

Your going great! Keep it up!

SRoss wrote:Giganta vs Nova's adopted Rei clone, at the controls of a sociopathic EVA.

Ya, just don't go anywhere near them.

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

GMP Trooper: "And we haven't even put him in the cell with Whateley yet."

SRoss wrote:

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

GMP Trooper: "And we haven't even put him in the cell with Whateley yet."

"We could put the word out to that Minmei woman that he's potential boyfriend material."
"SAVE ME!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!"

PLease...let's give the unknown the benefit of the doubt and treat him humanely. If he turns out to be a bastard or a Marty Sue, we can torture him appropriately later.

Arnie100 wrote:

SRoss wrote:

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

GMP Trooper: "And we haven't even put him in the cell with Whateley yet."

"We could put the word out to that Minmei woman that he's potential boyfriend material."
"SAVE ME!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!"

Is that going to far... no.

SRoss wrote:

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

GMP Trooper: "And we haven't even put him in the cell with Whateley yet."

taalismn wrote:PLease...let's give the unknown the benefit of the doubt and treat him humanely. If he turns out to be a bastard or a Marty Sue, we can torture him appropriately later.

Well, at least you're fair about it.

"Sir, they just put the Joker in the cell next to Whately."
"So?"
"Whately's demanding a transfer to Arkham."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He realized he accidently put Poison Ivy in the same cell as Whateley and went in to try and get her out."

"The Tendrels, the tenticles...."

"Poor bastard..."

Alpha 11 wrote:

Arnie100 wrote:

SRoss wrote:

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

GMP Trooper: "And we haven't even put him in the cell with Whateley yet."

"We could put the word out to that Minmei woman that he's potential boyfriend material."
"SAVE ME!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!"

Is that going to far... no.

SRoss wrote:

say652 wrote:

taalismn wrote:As a line of Hellbore fire burns a trench several yards wide and deep and lined with cooling fused glass....
"There's your latrine."
(seeing how close it came, and smelling the sizzling hot slag as it cools) "...thanks....I don't need it anymore..."

Several hours later a distress call reaches the base.

"Its snow, I used the latrine sir but, got arrested for public indecency. My wallet is in my locker. Save me...."

Call breaks off as sobbing and whimpering start to come across the line....

GMP Trooper: "And we haven't even put him in the cell with Whateley yet."

taalismn wrote:PLease...let's give the unknown the benefit of the doubt and treat him humanely. If he turns out to be a bastard or a Marty Sue, we can torture him appropriately later.

Well, at least you're fair about it.

While the guards banter back and forth joking, Private Snow turns slowly and walks away. After a right turn towards the exit, he easily snaps the handcuffs apart and begins his treacherous journey across the base to his post....

say652 wrote:[While the guards banter back and forth joking, Private Snow turns slowly and walks away. After a right turn towards the exit, he easily snaps the handcuffs apart and begins his treacherous journey across the base to his post....

As he passes by a room he is grabbed around the shoulders by somebody and pulled into a dark-lit room.
("Do me a favor, human, stall her!")
Then the other ...man, was it? disappears from perception.
<<Blink, blink.>>
What did he mean, stall he-?
"Oh CORGI-POO..."
This does not sound good....

"Madam, I can assure you I am NO Corgi!" Thoroughly insulted by being called a dog, Sebastian storms towards the door.
"Good day madam!"
Slams door shut, destroying the door and a large chunk of wall...

say652 wrote:"Madam, I can assure you I am NO Corgi!" Thoroughly insulted by being called a dog, Sebastian storms towards the door.
"Good day madam!"
Slams door shut, destroying the door and a large chunk of wall...

Dude, defiance only makes her more interested.....
And doing that damage to the wall only weakened the wall as an obstacle, and only have you 0.00001 of a second's additional freedom.
If you think I'm kidding, look up the ability descriptors in Tobin's Spirit Guide: ExtraDimensional Abominations, under 'LaBelle, Annie'.

Thirty paces...



Sebastian: (Feeling two pricks in the back of his neck) "Ohlookatthewittlebirdies."



Annie: (Stripping the unconscious Sebastian to his undies) "This gets easier every time."

Thirty paces...impressive. I would have said fourteen before she dropped him. He's either faster/sneakier than I first figured, or she decided to play him out before reeling him in.

*side note, Flying Snow could take her. But this is a fun thread*

Waking up naked in a strange place, his backside sore for some reason...
"Last time I party with frat guys."

Trying to redeem what's left of his dignity Sebastian walked proudly, as if nothing was wrong again towards his post..

say652 wrote:
While the guards banter back and forth joking, Private Snow turns slowly and walks away. After a right turn towards the exit, he easily snaps the handcuffs apart and begins his treacherous journey across the base to his post....

Someone is going to be looking for a job the next day.

taalismn wrote:

say652 wrote:[While the guards banter back and forth joking, Private Snow turns slowly and walks away. After a right turn towards the exit, he easily snaps the handcuffs apart and begins his treacherous journey across the base to his post....

As he passes by a room he is grabbed around the shoulders by somebody and pulled into a dark-lit room.
("Do me a favor, human, stall her!")
Then the other ...man, was it? disappears from perception.
<<Blink, blink.>>
What did he mean, stall he-?
"Oh CORGI-POO..."
This does not sound good....

say652 wrote:"Madam, I can assure you I am NO Corgi!" Thoroughly insulted by being called a dog, Sebastian storms towards the door.
"Good day madam!"
Slams door shut, destroying the door and a large chunk of wall...

taalismn wrote:

say652 wrote:"Madam, I can assure you I am NO Corgi!" Thoroughly insulted by being called a dog, Sebastian storms towards the door.
"Good day madam!"
Slams door shut, destroying the door and a large chunk of wall...

Dude, defiance only makes her more interested.....
And doing that damage to the wall only weakened the wall as an obstacle, and only have you 0.00001 of a second's additional freedom.
If you think I'm kidding, look up the ability descriptors in Tobin's Spirit Guide: ExtraDimensional Abominations, under 'LaBelle, Annie'.

SRoss wrote:Thirty paces...

THIP! THIP!

Sebastian: (Feeling two pricks in the back of his neck) "Ohlookatthewittlebirdies."

#THUD!#

Annie: (Stripping the unconscious Sebastian to his undies) "This gets easier every time."

taalismn wrote:Thirty paces...impressive. I would have said fourteen before she dropped him. He's either faster/sneakier than I first figured, or she decided to play him out before reeling him in.

say652 wrote:*side note, Flying Snow could take her. But this is a fun thread*

Waking up naked in a strange place, his backside sore for some reason...
"Last time I party with frat guys."

Trying to redeem what's left of his dignity Sebastian walked proudly, as if nothing was wrong again towards his post..

Careful, she might put him in her box.

say652 wrote:*side note, Flying Snow could take her. But this is a fun thread*

Waking up naked in a strange place, his backside sore for some reason...
"Last time I party with frat guys."

Trying to redeem what's left of his dignity Sebastian walked proudly, as if nothing was wrong again towards his post..

Side Note: Bloopers Annie LaBelle makes Lovecraftian horrors cringe and wet themselves 'Taking her' is the sort of hollow boast made to convince oneself that you actually have any say in your fate, even as deep down you KNOW you're going to be tou-but this is a family forum, and I will not go into details that woudl drive weaker (@ SQWECK!!! @ minds to explode...damn, too late.
Needless to say, your character sheet has as much chance of stopping her as it does of preventing neutrinos from sleeting through you this very moment.

Sitting back at his safe desk, Sebastian took his headset up with a fierce dignity watching the monitors he decided to make a litter box in one corner of the office....
He slowly slid under his desk, rocking back and forth."just had to pee, I just....had...to.....peee...."

"Sebastian...you've been reassigned to Monument City High School #69 as a...HALL MONITOR."

Arnie100 wrote:"Sebastian...you've been reassigned to Monument City High School #69 as a...HALL MONITOR."

Flying Snow bursts through the desk frantically running towards his locker. Running straight through walls if necessary in haste.

Covered in concrete dust holding his locker and bunk bed, Sebastian stood in line for the transport to any where but here...

Dignity's first to go, then sanity....
Best you abandon your illusions of adequacy now.....

I will tell war stories of Giant Women and witches but never mention the latrine....

say652 wrote:I will tell war stories of Giant Women and witches but never mention the latrine....

That will come out in your arch-nemesis' tell-all book.

taalismn wrote:

say652 wrote:I will tell war stories of Giant Women and witches but never mention the latrine....

That will come out in your arch-nemesis' tell-all book.

Or the MCHS student rumor mill. More effective then any intel agency at dishing out someone's dirty laundry.

Had a bit of a spurt after work today.
********
Nova Satori-Brown was busy. Coordinating the defense of Knocker Station Base 213 was getting far more difficult with the Command Bolo tied up with some kind of hacking attempt (that had lasted twelve minutes so far), but she was managing. Sort of. Keeping the Spacedock sealed from the rest of the base was hampering her ability to bring in troops. But she kept to the order, as Darkraven had told her about the Flash. She didn't quite believe it.

And then she saw Cheetah. In action, the cat-like woman moved faster than the automated turrets could track, and suddenly entire groups of marines were not only disarmed, but quite a few men were seriously injured. Claw marks had almost simply appeared in the armor, deeply scoring plates that could shrug off tank shells from the Global Civil War.

The new combatants on the other side knew exactly what they were doing. She was thankful for Darkraven's intensive intel work; all the combatants had IFF signatures and names. Deathstroke was keeping Killer Frost pinned down, Red Robin and Red Hood were working together with Harley Quinn against Grundy. Red Hood was firing handguns with explosive rounds, keeping the giant offguard while Red Robin threw smoke bombs, concealing the marines from Grundy's view. Harley was using her strength to kick, punch, and dislocate bones on Grundy, even as he was flinching away from the explosive discharges.

Black Bat, on the other hand, had already dropped Captain Boomerang with minimal effort. Suddenly, she accelerated into a dead run, somehow slamming into cheetah, knocking her out of her intensive speed. The two then began to fight.

This wasn't like the fight between Wonder Woman and Lady Shiva. That fight was all deathly grace and flowing form. This fight was far more brutal, efficient. It was clear that Cheetah was fighting all-out, claws and fangs combined with blistering amounts of speed. Black Bat, however, flowed in and out of melee range, almost mystically not being where Cheetah was striking at. Her strikes at Cheetah were brutal, would have been crippling and killing blows on most unarmored humans.

"Command," came a soft voice over the Allied channel, "have someone shoot her while distracted."

Keying a console to automatic, Nova herself leaned out of the armored command bunker, snapping off a fast three-round burst from her trusty LP-10H laser pistol. Cheetah almost crumbled from the impact of the heavy laser blasts, and then went fully unconscious once Black Bat rapid-fired a dozen punches into Cheetah's face. She nodded at Nova, and then moved on to peer at Cyborg.

Elsewhere, Red Hood had run out of ammunition for his handguns and was getting ready to wade in and fight alongside Harley when he saw a handgun slide out on the floor towards him. Stomping on the pistol, it flipped up right into his hand. He fired two rounds at Grundy, and then screamed, "Where have these been all my life?!?!" as the .45 caliber LEAP rounds dug massive holes in Grundy's legs. Red Robin, meanwhile, was maneuvering around Grundy, a spear tip on his collapsible staff.

By this time, Deathstroke had acquired some battlefield gear. Within a few seconds, Killer Frost had been decapitated by boomerangs that she hadn't seen coming. Turning, he aimed a Valiant Laser Rifle he's picked up from a marine downed by Cheetah at Cyborg, pausing only because Black Bat was in his line of fire. His eye surveyed the killing field and, seeing no targets, he keyed onto the radio. "Command, this is Deathstroke. Where is the heavy weaponry?"

"Deathstroke, this is Nova Satori-Brown, current commander of this facility. I need to know why you need access to our heavy weapons, sir."

"It's the fastest way of bringing down their portal. We have troops handling the Regime's defenses, and since they sent their heaviest hitters here in advance it's only a matter of time before we take their base. However, our team has no entry point on thier portal location, and odds are likely that there are more personnel in place, ready to move on our position. Requesting permission to blow the hell out of their mage, ma'am."

"Approval granted, Deathstroke. Proceed forty meters to your left, and the missile rack will open for you. You will need to aim it, and I will fire on your command."

"Understood."

Outside, the partially terraformed planetoid shook and shuddered as the two behemoths fought it out. Giganta had a slight advantage in both reaction time and strength, but Desdemona had a different advantage in that her Evangelion was generally considered insanely dangerous, almost constantly one step away from going berserk.

It had been several minutes. Giganta's outfit was torn, and she was sporting an impressive set of deep bruises. The Unit 66 Mark 6 had dented armor plates, a badly cracked faceplate, and had lost both progressive knives as well as it's sidearm.

Now the pair seemd to be wrestling it out, each fighting for dominance over the other on the mud-slicked ground.

Inside the station, but away from the spacedock, one marine idly commented to the another, "Y'know, I'd pay good money to see two 400 foot tall women mud wrestle. But not this. Criminy."

Terraforming on that planetoid's taking a beating...unless they're PLANNING to create a greenhouse effect ad re-arrange the landscape....

And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

taalismn wrote:Terraforming on that planetoid's taking a beating...unless they're PLANNING to create a greenhouse effect ad re-arrange the landscape....

That's why MCH#69 was placed between it and Tokyo 3.

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

Yeah EVA in a bikini, not something I think any of us want to see.

taalismn wrote:

say652 wrote:*side note, Flying Snow could take her. But this is a fun thread*

Waking up naked in a strange place, his backside sore for some reason...
"Last time I party with frat guys."

Trying to redeem what's left of his dignity Sebastian walked proudly, as if nothing was wrong again towards his post..

Side Note: Bloopers Annie LaBelle makes Lovecraftian horrors cringe and wet themselves 'Taking her' is the sort of hollow boast made to convince oneself that you actually have any say in your fate, even as deep down you KNOW you're going to be tou-but this is a family forum, and I will not go into details that woudl drive weaker (@ SQWECK!!! @ minds to explode...damn, too late.
Needless to say, your character sheet has as much chance of stopping her as it does of preventing neutrinos from sleeting through you this very moment.

Exatly!

say652 wrote:Sitting back at his safe desk, Sebastian took his headset up with a fierce dignity watching the monitors he decided to make a litter box in one corner of the office....
He slowly slid under his desk, rocking back and forth."just had to pee, I just....had...to.....peee...."

Arnie100 wrote:"Sebastian...you've been reassigned to Monument City High School #69 as a...HALL MONITOR."

"Sir, do you have any one-way missions to go on, I'd feel much safer doing those."

say652 wrote:

Arnie100 wrote:"Sebastian...you've been reassigned to Monument City High School #69 as a...HALL MONITOR."

Flying Snow bursts through the desk frantically running towards his locker. Running straight through walls if necessary in haste.

Covered in concrete dust holding his locker and bunk bed, Sebastian stood in line for the transport to any where but here...

taalismn wrote:Dignity's first to go, then sanity....
Best you abandon your illusions of adequacy now.....

say652 wrote:I will tell war stories of Giant Women and witches but never mention the latrine....

taalismn wrote:

say652 wrote:I will tell war stories of Giant Women and witches but never mention the latrine....

That will come out in your arch-nemesis' tell-all book.

Arnie100 wrote:

taalismn wrote:

say652 wrote:I will tell war stories of Giant Women and witches but never mention the latrine....

That will come out in your arch-nemesis' tell-all book.

Or the MCHS student rumor mill. More effective then any intel agency at dishing out someone's dirty laundry.

wyrmraker wrote:Had a bit of a spurt after work today.
********
Nova Satori-Brown was busy. Coordinating the defense of Knocker Station Base 213 was getting far more difficult with the Command Bolo tied up with some kind of hacking attempt (that had lasted twelve minutes so far), but she was managing. Sort of. Keeping the Spacedock sealed from the rest of the base was hampering her ability to bring in troops. But she kept to the order, as Darkraven had told her about the Flash. She didn't quite believe it.

And then she saw Cheetah. In action, the cat-like woman moved faster than the automated turrets could track, and suddenly entire groups of marines were not only disarmed, but quite a few men were seriously injured. Claw marks had almost simply appeared in the armor, deeply scoring plates that could shrug off tank shells from the Global Civil War.

The new combatants on the other side knew exactly what they were doing. She was thankful for Darkraven's intensive intel work; all the combatants had IFF signatures and names. Deathstroke was keeping Killer Frost pinned down, Red Robin and Red Hood were working together with Harley Quinn against Grundy. Red Hood was firing handguns with explosive rounds, keeping the giant offguard while Red Robin threw smoke bombs, concealing the marines from Grundy's view. Harley was using her strength to kick, punch, and dislocate bones on Grundy, even as he was flinching away from the explosive discharges.

Black Bat, on the other hand, had already dropped Captain Boomerang with minimal effort. Suddenly, she accelerated into a dead run, somehow slamming into cheetah, knocking her out of her intensive speed. The two then began to fight.

This wasn't like the fight between Wonder Woman and Lady Shiva. That fight was all deathly grace and flowing form. This fight was far more brutal, efficient. It was clear that Cheetah was fighting all-out, claws and fangs combined with blistering amounts of speed. Black Bat, however, flowed in and out of melee range, almost mystically not being where Cheetah was striking at. Her strikes at Cheetah were brutal, would have been crippling and killing blows on most unarmored humans.

"Command," came a soft voice over the Allied channel, "have someone shoot her while distracted."

Keying a console to automatic, Nova herself leaned out of the armored command bunker, snapping off a fast three-round burst from her trusty LP-10H laser pistol. Cheetah almost crumbled from the impact of the heavy laser blasts, and then went fully unconscious once Black Bat rapid-fired a dozen punches into Cheetah's face. She nodded at Nova, and then moved on to peer at Cyborg.

Elsewhere, Red Hood had run out of ammunition for his handguns and was getting ready to wade in and fight alongside Harley when he saw a handgun slide out on the floor towards him. Stomping on the pistol, it flipped up right into his hand. He fired two rounds at Grundy, and then screamed, "Where have these been all my life?!?!" as the .45 caliber LEAP rounds dug massive holes in Grundy's legs. Red Robin, meanwhile, was maneuvering around Grundy, a spear tip on his collapsible staff.

By this time, Deathstroke had acquired some battlefield gear. Within a few seconds, Killer Frost had been decapitated by boomerangs that she hadn't seen coming. Turning, he aimed a Valiant Laser Rifle he's picked up from a marine downed by Cheetah at Cyborg, pausing only because Black Bat was in his line of fire. His eye surveyed the killing field and, seeing no targets, he keyed onto the radio. "Command, this is Deathstroke. Where is the heavy weaponry?"

"Deathstroke, this is Nova Satori-Brown, current commander of this facility. I need to know why you need access to our heavy weapons, sir."

"It's the fastest way of bringing down their portal. We have troops handling the Regime's defenses, and since they sent their heaviest hitters here in advance it's only a matter of time before we take their base. However, our team has no entry point on thier portal location, and odds are likely that there are more personnel in place, ready to move on our position. Requesting permission to blow the hell out of their mage, ma'am."

"Approval granted, Deathstroke. Proceed forty meters to your left, and the missile rack will open for you. You will need to aim it, and I will fire on your command."

"Understood."

Outside, the partially terraformed planetoid shook and shuddered as the two behemoths fought it out. Giganta had a slight advantage in both reaction time and strength, but Desdemona had a different advantage in that her Evangelion was generally considered insanely dangerous, almost constantly one step away from going berserk.

It had been several minutes. Giganta's outfit was torn, and she was sporting an impressive set of deep bruises. The Unit 66 Mark 6 had dented armor plates, a badly cracked faceplate, and had lost both progressive knives as well as it's sidearm.

Now the pair seemd to be wrestling it out, each fighting for dominance over the other on the mud-slicked ground.

Inside the station, but away from the spacedock, one marine idly commented to the another, "Y'know, I'd pay good money to see two 400 foot tall women mud wrestle. But not this. Criminy."

Great add on!

taalismn wrote:Terraforming on that planetoid's taking a beating...unless they're PLANNING to create a greenhouse effect ad re-arrange the landscape....

An interesting way to do it.

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Terraforming on that planetoid's taking a beating...unless they're PLANNING to create a greenhouse effect ad re-arrange the landscape....

That's why MCH#69 was placed between it and Tokyo 3.

SRoss wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

Yeah EVA in a bikini, not something I think any of us want to see.

SRoss wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

Yeah EVA in a bikini, not something I think any of us want to see.

You apparently haven't seen the fan art where Yui gets free and assumes a GIANT humanoid form...usually wearing a purple and green one-piece.

wyrmraker wrote:Nova Satori-Brown was busy. Coordinating the defense of Knocker Station Base 213 was getting far more difficult with the Command Bolo tied up with some kind of hacking attempt (that had lasted twelve minutes so far), but she was managing. Sort of. Keeping the Spacedock sealed from the rest of the base was hampering her ability to bring in troops.

Nova Suddenly heard familiar voices in her head...

Invid Princesses: *We are back from RWBY Conn, assemble your troops, we will place them where you wish them.*

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

Yeah EVA in a bikini, not something I think any of us want to see.

You apparently haven't seen the fan art where Yui gets free and assumes a GIANT humanoid form...usually wearing a purple and green one-piece.

That bad?

SRoss wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:Nova Satori-Brown was busy. Coordinating the defense of Knocker Station Base 213 was getting far more difficult with the Command Bolo tied up with some kind of hacking attempt (that had lasted twelve minutes so far), but she was managing. Sort of. Keeping the Spacedock sealed from the rest of the base was hampering her ability to bring in troops.

Nova Suddenly heard familiar voices in her head...

Invid Princesses: *We are back from RWBY Conn, assemble your troops, we will place them where you wish them.*

I like these girls! And speaking of RWBY: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IOf8F6ChKs

Alpha 11 wrote:

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

Yeah EVA in a bikini, not something I think any of us want to see.

You apparently haven't seen the fan art where Yui gets free and assumes a GIANT humanoid form...usually wearing a purple and green one-piece.

That bad?

No, that GOOD-looking. Shinji has a HOT-looking mother.

Alpha 11 wrote: I like these girls! And speaking of RWBY: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IOf8F6ChKs

SRoss: (Entering the bar with the others) "No, seriously, everybody has been raving about this place."

The Fourth Wallers walk in and find a wrecked bar and a dead Tifa on the floor.

SRoss: "Oh, maybe we came at a bad time."

Taalimn: "Is that a dolphin flopping in the corner?"

Still going. Proceeding to the finale of this section of insanity.
*****
"Deathstroke, this is Command. If we get men with you, do you think you can take their portal from within?"

"Maybe. Probably. Depends on the personnel."

"We have Aleph Squad on standby, fully geared up and waiting for combat. These are our hand picked SOCOM troops that answer directly to me."

"Interesting..." Deathstroke mused aloud. "If they can perform like that Darkraven guy, I'll take 'em. How many men?"

"Fifteen men, and Darkraven was their commander for many years. They also have some of the finest equipment he could hunt down for them. They would be on the spacedock, but they got caught out during the lockdown."

"Sounds like a good body of men. Entry method?"

"Now that the portal's open, the Invid Princesses will teleport the entire team through. No portal flare to give away your entry."

"I like it. So long as they'll take my orders, I'l take them on this run."

Three minutes later, Deathstroke surveyed his new team of men. Calm. Disciplined. Hard. These were men who could take on a messy assignment and sleep well the next day.

He smiled at that. Finally, real professionals.

DNZ Character: "The Badassery Level is off the SCALLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

A bit more.
*****
A massive boom echoed throughout the facility just before an unconscious Giganta was bodily hurled onto the spacedock floor through the environmental force screen, with Unit 66 Mark 6 gimping in after her.

The psycho Eva was a mess. The left leg was broken, all of the armor on the chest was gone, and it looked like a radio tower had been rammed through it's abdomen.

Giganta was worse. Both arms broken, shattered nose, face barely recognizable, and a stone spire was lodged in her leg, going completely through her right calf.

Solomon Grundy was now little more than a screaming torso, having had all of his limbs blown off by handgun rounds that could stop tanks. And Bane was unconscious thanks to being force fed some sort of pellets by Red Robin after Harley racked him at super speed.

Cyborg was still locked up in a fierce virtual battle with the Bolos. Black Bat had been studying him for some time, seemingly tuning out the rest of the battle around her.

Deathstroke had taken off with Aleph Squad, teleported away by the Invid Princesses. Who Nova *really* hoped wouldn't get sidetracked. Or distracted. Or thoughtful. Or hungry.

Not again, at least.

On the deck of the spacedock, the battle had finally ended. Silence reigned.

It was broken by a lone voice. "So... How much food does a 400 foot tall prisoner eat, anyways?"
*****
If someone wants to work out the virtual duel between Cyborg and the Bolos, feel free. I really have no ideas for it.

Hell, they're going to have to improvise new BOOKING procedures for a 400-ft prisoner.
"Do we really have to fingerprint them?"
"Yes! Now get the laser scanner!"
"...i'm not doing the body cavity search..."

taalismn wrote:Hell, they're going to have to improvise new BOOKING procedures for a 400-ft prisoner.
"Do we really have to fingerprint them?"
"Yes! Now get the laser scanner!"
"...i'm not doing the body cavity search..."

Wouldn't BSS get press-ganged into that duty?

taalismn wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:And yes, I wrote that ENTIRE thing just to use that last line.

Yeah EVA in a bikini, not something I think any of us want to see.

You apparently haven't seen the fan art where Yui gets free and assumes a GIANT humanoid form...usually wearing a purple and green one-piece.

That bad?

No, that GOOD-looking. Shinji has a HOT-looking mother.

So, super molder envy hot?

SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote: I like these girls! And speaking of RWBY: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IOf8F6ChKs

SRoss: (Entering the bar with the others) "No, seriously, everybody has been raving about this place."

The Fourth Wallers walk in and find a wrecked bar and a dead Tifa on the floor.

SRoss: "Oh, maybe we came at a bad time."

Taalimn: "Is that a dolphin flopping in the corner?"

wyrmraker wrote:Still going. Proceeding to the finale of this section of insanity.
*****
"Deathstroke, this is Command. If we get men with you, do you think you can take their portal from within?"

"Maybe. Probably. Depends on the personnel."

"We have Aleph Squad on standby, fully geared up and waiting for combat. These are our hand picked SOCOM troops that answer directly to me."

"Interesting..." Deathstroke mused aloud. "If they can perform like that Darkraven guy, I'll take 'em. How many men?"

"Fifteen men, and Darkraven was their commander for many years. They also have some of the finest equipment he could hunt down for them. They would be on the spacedock, but they got caught out during the lockdown."

"Sounds like a good body of men. Entry method?"

"Now that the portal's open, the Invid Princesses will teleport the entire team through. No portal flare to give away your entry."

"I like it. So long as they'll take my orders, I'l take them on this run."

Three minutes later, Deathstroke surveyed his new team of men. Calm. Disciplined. Hard. These were men who could take on a messy assignment and sleep well the next day.

He smiled at that. Finally, real professionals.

Keep them coming!

taalismn wrote:DNZ Character: "The Badassery Level is off the SCALLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

wyrmraker wrote:A bit more.
*****
A massive boom echoed throughout the facility just before an unconscious Giganta was bodily hurled onto the spacedock floor through the environmental force screen, with Unit 66 Mark 6 gimping in after her.

The psycho Eva was a mess. The left leg was broken, all of the armor on the chest was gone, and it looked like a radio tower had been rammed through it's abdomen.

Giganta was worse. Both arms broken, shattered nose, face barely recognizable, and a stone spire was lodged in her leg, going completely through her right calf.

Solomon Grundy was now little more than a screaming torso, having had all of his limbs blown off by handgun rounds that could stop tanks. And Bane was unconscious thanks to being force fed some sort of pellets by Red Robin after Harley racked him at super speed.

Cyborg was still locked up in a fierce virtual battle with the Bolos. Black Bat had been studying him for some time, seemingly tuning out the rest of the battle around her.

Deathstroke had taken off with Aleph Squad, teleported away by the Invid Princesses. Who Nova *really* hoped wouldn't get sidetracked. Or distracted. Or thoughtful. Or hungry.

Not again, at least.

On the deck of the spacedock, the battle had finally ended. Silence reigned.

It was broken by a lone voice. "So... How much food does a 400 foot tall prisoner eat, anyways?"
*****
If someone wants to work out the virtual duel between Cyborg and the Bolos, feel free. I really have no ideas for it.

Good write up!

taalismn wrote:Hell, they're going to have to improvise new BOOKING procedures for a 400-ft prisoner.
"Do we really have to fingerprint them?"
"Yes! Now get the laser scanner!"
"...i'm not doing the body cavity search..."

wyrmraker wrote:

taalismn wrote:Hell, they're going to have to improvise new BOOKING procedures for a 400-ft prisoner.
"Do we really have to fingerprint them?"
"Yes! Now get the laser scanner!"
"...i'm not doing the body cavity search..."

Wouldn't BSS get press-ganged into that duty?

I think they would all quit.

wyrmraker wrote:

taalismn wrote:Hell, they're going to have to improvise new BOOKING procedures for a 400-ft prisoner.
"Do we really have to fingerprint them?"
"Yes! Now get the laser scanner!"
"...i'm not doing the body cavity search..."

Wouldn't BSS get press-ganged into that duty?

I'm sure the Dimensional Customs official dragooned into the job is asking himself or herself that exact same question...
"You're going to need more than the gloves for this one...."
" "

Bits and pieces, still in the wrapping up stages.
***
Darkraven finally slumped against the foot of his destroid in the spacedock as the lockdown was released. It had been a rough couple of hours, but they'd managed to make it through with only a few fatalities.

Deathstroke had led Aleph Squad on a successful raid to drop the demoness Raven, and done so admirably. Deathstroke had done his research, and knew exactly how to break her protections. Aleph Squad had done the rest in their usual fashion.

The portal had closed, and the dimensional knocker had temporarily fallen out of alignment with the vibrational frequency of that world. It would be another week before contact could be made, but Oracle had been warned about that before they lost contact. The Insurgency would be put up with proper accomodations.

Kennedy Two-Bears was liaising with Nova, seemingly leading the Insurgency forces temporarily marooned. Somehow the older Alpha-Mook was giving orders, and they were obeying. Hell, he was barking orders to marines during the lockdown, and they obeyed without hesitation. Darkraven had figured that they were deferring to his experience in fighting capes, but he was still doing it, and people were still obeying. Somehow his gravelly voice carried the same weight as an order barked by senior NCOs.

Giganta had been shrunk down to manageable size, and power-inhibiting manacles had been produced, also by Two-Bears. Somehow the man had thought of that, as well as brought enough to manacle everyone involved. He also instructed the medical tech how to disable Bane's Venom unit, how to properly bind Superman, and how to block Sinestro and Jordan's access to their preferred energy waveform.

Darkraven remembered Harley telling him how good the guy was. He never expected this level of competency. It was a little off-putting.

As for the prisoners, Superman was still recuperating from the beating that a super-powered Breetai had given him, and was in energy-draining shackles. Hal Jordan was in medical after having been divested of his ring, while Sinestro was in a cell calmly reading a book that a marine had thoughtfully loaned him. Sinestro's ring was in Darkraven's pocket for safekeeping.

Wonder Woman was in Critical Care, having been gotten to before her body could fully die. It had been touch and go for a while, but she was slowly recovering. Shazam was bound and gagged in a cell; Darkraven would be talking to him later. Solomon Grundy's parts had been gathered up, loaded onto a drone, and launched towards a sun that was about to go pulsar. Bane was in a cell, thoroughly searched and his Venom rig safely removed. Cyborg had come out of the virtual battle with the Bolos and surrendered, Nobody knew why he surrendered, and the Bolos were being kind of smug about the whole thing. He was in a cell, looking disturbed.

Power Girl and Supergirl were also in cells wearing energy draining shackles. Two-Bears had stated that they were likely duped into going along with the invasion, as their personalities didn't really fit with Superman's fear-mongering world takeover. Everyone was waiting for them to wake up for the interrogations. Cheetah was in full power-dampening restraints, as well as a device that created a magic-draining field. All Two-Bears' idea.

As for the Insurgents, Shiva was recuperating well in the medical bay. She was still unconscious, but the techs had her lined up for Edenii regeneration once the super pill wore off. Breetai was in the bed next to hers, slated for the same treatment.

Harley Quinn was in high spirits, joking with the marines while her hyenas were brought some food. It turned out that they were quite happy, affectionate animals when their mistress wasn't angry.

Red Hood had taken off his helmet, revealing a good-looking young man with red hair and a white streak. He was flirting with some of the female marines, while Red Robin was inventorying his remaining equipment. Some of the female marines were flirting with him, much to his slight discomfort. Black Bat was now sitting on a crate almost in an overwatch position, just observing the interactions.

Kennedy Two-Bears was asking where he could grab a smoke without getting flushed with fire-retardent foam, and then a beer. Deathstroke was still off-dimension with Aleph Squad, awaiting the dimensional knocker to reopen the gateway.

All that remained was the interrogations. Nova, Breetai, and Leonard would be dealing with the Coucil; that crap was so far above Darkraven's pay grade he'd need a telescope to see it. For which he was thankful.

taalismn wrote:

wyrmraker wrote:

taalismn wrote:Hell, they're going to have to improvise new BOOKING procedures for a 400-ft prisoner.
"Do we really have to fingerprint them?"
"Yes! Now get the laser scanner!"
"...i'm not doing the body cavity search..."

Wouldn't BSS get press-ganged into that duty?

I'm sure the Dimensional Customs official dragooned into the job is asking himself or herself that exact same question...
"You're going to need more than the gloves for this one...."
" "

"EDWARDS! KYLE! I've got a little job for you."

Edwards: "Oh, come ON. Why do WE always get the crappy jobs?!"
Kyle: "I'm not trained for this!"

Wonder what Sinestro's reading...could be some comic possibilities there....

"1001 Uses for a Dead Despot"...."Hmmmm, I could use some of these..."
"Dealing with Eldritch Monstrosities"
'Annie LaBelle's Guide to Snuggly-Collecting"..."She considers THAT snuggly?!"

Arnie100 wrote:Edwards: "Oh, come ON. Why do WE always get the crappy jobs?!"
Kyle: "I'm not trained for this!"

Edwards and Kyle discover they're not alone in there...

GMP Trooper: (Shining a flashlight around) "You two see a jeep around here?"

SRoss wrote:

Arnie100 wrote:Edwards: "Oh, come ON. Why do WE always get the crappy jobs?!"
Kyle: "I'm not trained for this!"

Edwards and Kyle discover they're not alone in there...

GMP Trooper: (Shining a flashlight around) "You two see a jeep around here?"

"Hi-ho, Hi-Ho..."
"We're out of here."

taalismn wrote:Wonder what Sinestro's reading...could be some comic possibilities there....

"1001 Uses for a Dead Despot"...."Hmmmm, I could use some of these..."
"Dealing with Eldritch Monstrosities"
'Annie LaBelle's Guide to Snuggly-Collecting"..."She considers THAT snuggly?!"

"Dude, you realize even Kryb is terrified of her."

taalismn wrote:Wonder what Sinestro's reading...could be some comic possibilities there....

"1001 Uses for a Dead Despot"...."Hmmmm, I could use some of these..."
"Dealing with Eldritch Monstrosities"
'Annie LaBelle's Guide to Snuggly-Collecting"..."She considers THAT snuggly?!"

"Wait...Annie LaBelle WROTE a BOOK?!"