[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/235261766131515392/292160659955777548/coollogo_com-586792.png[/img][/center] [center]-and-[/center] [center][h1][color=fff200][i]Hound Dog[/i][/color][/h1][/center] [center]-in-[/center] [center][h1]Bossa Nova Baddies: Part 2[/h1][/center] [color=fff200]“So let’s go over the basics, Jordan is in here somewhere; you popped off and joined the Minutemen in order to find her forming an alliance. Assuming she’s even here that is, anything else important before we head deeper and find ourselves in a jam and a whole lot of extra surprises.”[/color] Hound Dog said judging the group who had previously been enemies beforehand, unsure of their character in all this. [color=MediumOrchid]”...well, they found me, specifically, but that is pretty much all the important bits,”[/color] Voyager reasoned, vaulting over the unconscious guard she just felled with a PsiBlast. “Minutemen?” Fullbright echoed curiously. “That’s...actually not a bad name for our group. Honorable soldiers always ready to fight the corrupted system…” Still musing, she blasted open another set of double doors with two fists made of light, blinding the two guards on the other end long enough for Typhoon to slide into the room and bring them down with two quick punches. Hound Dog snapped back. [color=fff200]“Don’t youse go misusing the name of a historical group now, they fought for us all. If you ever go straighten up your act and set yourselves right doll that’s another story.”[/color] “Okay, dad,” Fullbright remarked irritably. “The schematics for this building have indicated a basement area just ahead,” the robot ninja declared, oblivious to the banter going on behind him. “It is the most secure place for an internment center in this facility. I can’t imagine it will be easy to find, but-” Almost on cue, a metal door slid open and a man with white stripes on the familiar black armor stormed out, waving a dangerous looking rod with electricity spiking off of it at the group, a manic look in his eyes. “You fuckers think you can storm MY prison?!?” he barked, his eyes twitching violently. “NOBODY TRIES TO TAKE PRISONERS FROM LING AND LIVES TO TE-” Grabbing the tip of the modified stun rod, the electricity bent, pushing itself back into the arm of his attacker, [color=fff200]“I’d be de-lighted to see you shock us!”[/color] The Warden’s arm shook as Hound Dog tore the rod from his grasp, pulling him closer with his other hand as he held out his left and attracting the heavily armored man like the magnet he now was. [color=fff200]“Good thing about electricity, with enough practice anything is a magnet and you know what, you’d make a good shock absorber.”[/color] Flipping him over in midair Hound Dog jabbed the shock baton right down the backside of his armor where the joints connected between the cheeks where light never shined. Kicking him away with a swift change in polarity as his boot touched metal. [color=fff200]“Enjoy sticking around up there will youse. I’m sure the police will want to question your sorry ass later. I’ll bring an ice pack I swear.”[/color] As the Warden flew toward the wall he stuck right as a fly to glue as the magnetized suit of armor he so hoped would protect him now anchored him to the walls of his own Prison. [color=MediumOrchid]”I suspect his ass WILL be very sorry,”[/color] Voyager remarked, tilting her head slightly. [color=MediumOrchid]”With the rest of him as well.”[/orchid] “Erm...well,” Fullbright said awkwardly. “Let’s get in there and get Jordan out, before he somehow unsticks himself.” Before any of them could make a move, there was a loud bang and the sound of crunching metal. Voyager deployed a weak Psiblast that threw everyone out of the way as something thundered down the hall and exploded against the opposite wall. Typhoon swore violently in Japanese. “My arm! The [i]baka-gajin[/i] got my arm!” Indeed, the other three looked down at the sound of Typhoon’s arm clattering to the ground, following the direction it came from and spotted another soldier, this one clad head to foot in black, fire-tinged armor plates standing at least two heads taller than any of them. There was a hiss of steam and sparking between the joints as the armored hulk raised an arm to reload the cannon bolted to its other arm, preparing another shot. “Everyone inside!” There was another rush of air and a thunderous boom as the four of them charged into the steel doored room, Fullbright punching the close button as she came in last. As Hound Dog hit the floor he saw the door snap shut closing them off from Thomas the tank and his jagged armor of doom. [color=fff200]“That guy look like he went through a chop shop in a train yard. His chassis was all parted out from god knows where, even I’d need a good bolt to break through that.”[/color] He said that but he also knew that he was pushing himself he raised up his sleeve for but a second and sighed before rolling it down. [color=MediumOrchid]”More importantly, I am unsure of how we will be able to get out of here,”[/color] Voyager said, sounding worried. [color=MediumOrchid]”If the only way out is through that metal man…”[/color] She tapered off, which would have sounded hopeless if it hadn’t been followed by a sudden burst of very Irish sounding expletives. “You fucker’s trying to keep me awake to get your goddamn information?” Jordan Fletcher shouted hoarsely, pressing against the bars on the cell door behind them. “For the millionth flippin’ time I am not a superhuman smuggler!” There was an elated pause as the five rescuers stared blankly at Jordan as she stared back at them, then… [color=MediumOrchid]”Jordan!!!”[/color] Voyager and Fullbright chorused, rushing to the bars ecstaticly. Still looking dazed, Jordan scrambled backwards as Jordan charged a Psiblast and fried the lock on the door. The impediment removed, the half-alien and the knight rushed in and nearly knocked her over with the force of the hug they planted on her. “Whoah, fuck,” Jordan said weakly. “Uh...nice to see you too, Voyager. But who the hell are you people?” [color=fff200]“We babe, are the rescue team. Just need to get past Trainwiz out there who’s blocking the exit.”[/color] Hound Dog said as he watched the door as the bulking man started slamming himself against it. “Actually,” Typhoon said, his words sounding a bit more slurred because of the damage he took. “I suspect th-that the violent action against the door is not the result of out metallic e-enemy.” Jordan looked suspiciously at the one armed robot as Fullbright lifted her up and let her hold onto the knight’s shoulders. “There’s more of you hanging around?” [color=MediumOrchid]”Did Fangs and Monsterk4t make it to us?”[/color] “I know not of their actions,” Typhoon admitted. “But one of [i]Fang-sama[/i]’s friends wanted to ‘cause some chaos’...so I sent her a message when the initial breakin failed.” Then with another slam of the door, the hard surface buckled and the entire thing caved in, followed closely by the armored soldier tumbling down after it, its armor battered and cracking, the soldier inside of it groaning in pain. [color=fff200]“Well ain’t that a solution to our front burner. I say we burn rubber quickly before they send reinforcements of their own.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”But...who did you call to help us?”[/color] Voyager asked as she and Hound Dog emerged from the jail right in front of a group of black armored Hounds. In response to that question a burst of wind picked up and the armored soldiers were blown away and scattered against the wall. “He called me, actually,” Reisen announced, her skirt and blue hair fluttering as she hovered in the air in front of them as the wounded robot ninja followed them out, Jordan and Fullbright bringing up the rear. “[i]Arigatou[/i] for the call, Typhoon, we haven’t had this much fun smashing up a place in a long time. Hi again, Voyager!” [color=MediumOrchid]”Um...hello?”[/color] Voyager responded, trying to sound friendly but only sounding confused. [color=fff200]“You two’ve met? Wait it wasn’t one of those weird time travel things in comics where you’ve yet to meet but one of you met the other. That’s not a thing is it?”[/color] “Uh...not that I’m aware of,” Reisen said, giving Hound Dog a briefly suspicious look. “She seemed out of it the last time we met so maybe she just doesn’t remember. Either way, I heard you guys were out here beating up the Hounds so we wanted to help out!” [color=MediumOrchid]”We?”[/color] [i]“BUENOS DIAS PENDEJOS!”[/i] Fullbright yelped in shock as what appeared to be a massive snake slithered its way towards them, knocking aside a soldier as it approached. Voyager prepared a defensive PsiBlast, but the snake appeared to change in front of her eyes, taking a human shape, and within seconds the great serpent had been replaced with a tall, dark-haired Indian man with glasses, about the same age as Reisen. “Rescuers, meet Viper. Viper, meet the rescuers. No relation to the mice.” “Good thing, then,” Viper said with a laugh. “Sorry if I spooked you a bit there, force of habit.” “I-it’s fine, really,” Fullbright said meekly, her face a little red from embarrassment. [color=fff200]“Good thing my name isn’t Indiana. How about we escape this snake pit, before more of theirs come to investigate. Um. No offense.”[/color] Hound Dog said forgetting the snake lad for a moment in all of this. “None taken,” Viper said with a quirky grin. “Hey...wait a second...we can’t leave yet.” The rescue team looked at Jordan incredulously. “Well, I wasn’t planning on leaving for a while,” Reisen mused. “Don’t know about the rest of you.” “No, I mean...there’s a guy here, the one who kidnapped me,” Jordan said, before grunting in exhaustion and collapsing back onto Fullbright. “Creepy military type, they call him Gargoyle. He’s a commander in this Hounds group, kept interrogating me over this metahuman smuggling ring…” “Ooh, one of those people,” Viper said seriously. “I know someone like that from school, he thinks people are sneaking metahumans like us into the country for some sort of takeover. Really right-wing conspiracy stuff.” “And he beat the crap out of me when I didn’t give him an answer he liked,” Jordan said bitterly. “Jordan…” Fullbright said quietly, the cracking in her voice betraying her emotions despite the helmet hiding the tears in her eyes. “...and if he gets away he’s just going to find someone else and do it all over again,” Jordan finished. “Unless you stop him first.” Jordan looked between Jordan’s bruised face and Hound Dog’s grim expression, knowing in her heart what had to be done. Taking a moment to weigh his options Hound Dog knew a man like Gargoyle needed to be stopped regardless of his own condition.[color=fff200]“We should, we cannot let him roam free not after the trouble he’s caused.”[/color] Solemnly, Voyager nodded in agreement, energy pulsing in her eyes as she steeled her resolve. [color=MediumOrchid]“The Gargoyle will be brought to justice.”[/color] [color=fff200]“I’ll take Voyager with me, she’s likely to come regardless with how she’s acting so best we go.”[/color] “Then me and Typhoon will get out of here with Jordan,” Fullbright declared. “And get the police if they aren’t already on the way.” [color=MediumOrchid]”It won’t be easy getting to the top floor, though…”[/color] “I think between us and Fangs out there we can cause enough chaos to draw most of the guards away for you guys.” Reisen said excitedly. “Ready to cause some havoc, Vipes?” “Alwaysssss…” Viper said, his last syllable stretching into a hiss for dramatic effect as he morphed back into the massive snake. “Let’s go impose zen on the next room!” And with that Reisen flew back through the halls of the complex, the giant snake in hot pursuit. “Good luck, you two,” Jordan said weakly to Hound Dog and Voyager as the two remaining villains prepared to escape. “Give the Gargoyle a kick in the crotch from me.” Voyager paused suddenly at the sight of Fletcher’s confident smirk, weakened by imprisonment and torture but still defiantly visible. The half-alien had spent hours thinking of the first thing she was going to say when she saved her best friend from certain death, and now that the moment had arrived, she couldn’t think of a single one of them. [color=MediumOrchid]“Jordan…”[/color] Completely at a loss, the alien did the first thing that came to mind, lifting up her hand and holding her two fingers apart. [color=MediumOrchid]“Um...live long and prosper.”[/color] Jordan stared at the gesture for what felt like hours, then at last raised her own hand to give the same salute back. “Same to you, ya crazy Trekkie,” Jordan said. “Qapla’!” Voyager’s weak grin blossomed into a glowing, smile. [color=MediumOrchid]“Qapla’!”[/color] [color=fff200]“We all have our parts then, we should take down these guys and get home before breakfast, I’d personally like some eggs.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”Ooh, with bacon?”[/color] [color=fff200]“Thick maple bacon.”[/color] --- Immaculately clean, Mrs Patton noted as she sat in William Phister’s office; one could eat off the floors if they wanted. A silly idea she mused as she sat in the large chair and turned to eye Martel. “So.” Her gaze lingered and bored into his skull almost drilling through the man who sat before her. “Not only have you been abusing company property and hiding a civilian on the premises; I suppose calling Riley was it? Yes, calling her a civilian might not be the right word. She’s the property technically of a rival company who yes, performed highly illegal and immoral scientific procedures on. This will need to be swung properly, media’s support for her predicament. We keep her in the public eye and make sure it will be difficult for them to lay a hand on her.” Martel, who had his head in his hands the entire time Patton spoke, lifted his head to contemplate an answer, looking like he had aged ten years in the time since he came clean about his involvement with Riley. “I’ll...admit that after all of this happened, I’m surprised you’re still willing to defend her,” Martel remarked hoarsely. Her eyes narrowed and breathing slowed. “How else am I supposed to respond, she’s a living being. I cannot simply toss her aside because she could bring troubles. Plus I doubt Darrow Engineering would publicly admit to their seedy dealings and many infractions just to recover Riley. I already expected recourse from the Hounds so Corporate Espionage might as well come standard. However we still have you…” Taking the moment to intentionally create a long of a pause she could, once her fingers settled from rapping at the desk she continued. “We’ll need to do something about your behavior. “At this point, I just want to make sure Riley and Jordan are out of danger,” Martel said, stoic determination etched on his face. “I will accept the responsibility of my actions when I have to, but as it stands...those two are my responsibility, and it is them I am most concerned for.” “Good good, for as it just so..” Briley stopped as a phone in the office rang. Martel immediately glanced at his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, staring blankly at a number he didn’t recognize. Not entirely thinking clearly, he answered it, forgetting he had it on speakerphone the last time he used it. “Heyo Doc!” Jordan Fletcher shouted hoarsely over the line. “Did you miss me?” Briley raised a curious eyebrow as Martel cracked a smile for the first time in what felt like days. “Well, I’ll be damned…” --- Rabbit Motors was quickly turning into a battleground. With the villains and their new friends wreaking havoc on the ground floor, the fight towards the top of the building had been relatively light as most of the foot soldiers were being drawn away to fight crazy tarantula girls, feline DJ’s, and giant snakes singing Dean Martin songs. Even then, by the time Hound Dog and Voyager had reached the top floor and met some real resistance, there was no stopping them. Whether it was determination to see justice served or just through sheer blind luck, the pair of them were working like clockwork, knocking down henchmen left and right. [color=MediumOrchid]”Sword guys, behind you!”[/color] Voyager launched a blast at some soldiers trying to flank Hound Dog, weaving her way from pillar to pillar in what was once a tastefully elegant foyer to dodge heavy rifle fire from another Hound trooper wearing the heavy metal armor. As she blasted away a soldier with red mixed with the black on his armor, charging at her with a blade, one of the elevators pinged, briefly revealing a small crowd of rifleman aiming their weapons at Voyager before Hound Dog turned and shocked the elevator sending it barreling back down to ground level only for it to abruptly stop slamming the goons into the ceiling and rolling in pain. [color=fff200]“Ground floor, goons and concussions.”[/color] Before dealing with the Red Coats charging him with swords. [color=fff200]“What is this? The Revolutionary War? You know my powers are electric based right?”[/color] The Hounds stopped paused and dropped their swords before pulling out simple batons. Each giving the other a look as if to say, oh shit he’s right. However for them that wasn’t enough as Hound Dog loosed a bolt their way knocking one off his feet and while they charged he had created a hammer consisting of electricity. [color=fff200]“This is a thing too, I could totally pass for Thor with this one.”[/color] With a deft swing from the two handed hammer zapped two shocked goons who tried to block it as Hound Dog brought it down quickly with an overhead strike sending the remaining charge into the floor of the old offices and disabling the last goons. [color=fff200]“For only I am Worthy.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”Aw, I thought I would be….HEY!”[/color] Spotting the power armored soldier turning his ponderous weapon towards Hound Dog’s back, Voyager darted out of corner and charged with a boost of psionic speed. Dodging a steel-plated defensive punch from the soldier, the half-alien kicked off of the lowered weapon into the air and with her other foot launched a kick against the side of his head, producing a deafening clang. The man within the armor groaned audibly before the whole thing tipped over like a jenga tower and fell to the ground with a messy crash, followed shortly by Voyager touching down gently. [color=MediumOrchid]”Hey, looks like his face rung a….uh….what’s the thing that goes ‘clang’ like that again?”[/color] [color=fff200]”A bell?”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”Yes! His face rings a bell! HA!”[/color] Voyager declared, directing that last bit of laughter at the downed soldier in the armor, who merely groaned again in response. [color=fff200]“Punny Kid.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”You really think so?[/color] Voyager responded, practically glowing at what she perceived as a compliment. Hound Dog smiled, [color=fff200]“Yeah, Youse want the honors busting this place wide open?”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”With pleasure!”[/color] Mustering up her concentration, Voyager took aim and blasted her Psibeam from her eyes right to the center of the door, easily blasting it off its hinges. The two of them quickly burst into the room to find it...quiet. It was a spacious executive office, taking up half of two floors with a balcony over the entrance and a large desk centered neatly in front of them, but the place was otherwise unadorned, save what appeared to be charts and maps tacked to the distant walls in strategic places. Voyager walked to the desk, running her hand over the knotted wood surface. [color=MediumOrchid]”Were...were we too late? Did he get away?”[/color] [color=fff200]“I’ll take a good.. Loo..”[/color] Before Hound Dog could fully respond his eyes did in fact catch something as he concentrated right out of the corner as her could spot something powering up right at them, snatching Voyager by her collar and yanking her back a greenish energy blast squarely struck where she was standing annihilating the desk. [color=fff200]“There ain’t any other Clydes around so you must be the main man.”[/color] Hound Dog said with a seriousness in his voice. There was a response in the form of groaning metal and electrical pumps as Voyager turned to look at what had to be their final enemy. It was big; bigger then the soldiers in powered armor that they had fought. Maybe even as big as the monster with the anchor she once fought. It was shaped like a man, covered in the same fire-blackened metal but with tubes snaking across the chest, pulsing with some inhuman form of life. Stepping forward with thundering booms on the overhead balcony, the monstrous machine’s eyes glowed a sinister emerald green as it looked down on them, its great arm held out to aim its weapon at them. “So...you’ve come at last,” the great machine spoke, the man’s voice no doubt amplified from within the monstrous contraption. “I knew once I got close to uncovering your plan, you would try to silence me. I must say I am...sorry to disappoint.” The eyes seemed to glow brighter as similar green energy particles flecked off of the weapons on the arms. Voyager’s own eyes glowed purple as she stared it down. [color=MediumOrchid]”You must be the Gargoyle![/color] She shouted up at him in defiance. [color=MediumOrchid]”We’re here to bring you to justice for your crimes![/color] The machine laughed in response, a laugh that would have sounded cold and inhuman even without the steel between them. “Justice? What is just about the genocide of the human race?” the Gargoyle sneered. “What is just about seeing the slaughter of men, women and children while filthy inhumans like you get celebrated for instigating it?” Taking the time while Gargoyle monologued, Hound Dog send a weak bolt of electricity down through the wires in a nearby outlet sending a jolt to the upper floor gaining charge along the way. [color=fff200]“You should be careful you don’t miss something important there while you spill your evil plans. Like say a few thousand volts.”[/color] The bolt smacked into the armor and dissipated with a slight burst of energy, barely enough to cause the machine to flinch. It turned towards Hound Dog, a sinister dark chuckle emanating from within. “Weak...like the rest of your kind,” the Gargoyle declared. “You don’t seem to understand, do you? You have already lost. The Hounds will be the saviors of humanity, and in the end...you will be…” Energy coursed through the machine as it rose to its full height and the weapons charged up. The eyes burned with a demonic fury, illuminating a hideous steel face as wings emerged from its back. [i]“...EXTERMINATED.”[/i]