An Outsider

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

I'm still here, lurking in the shadows.

Just like Batman. . .

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

I'm waiting for you to post Sam

@The Patriarch

I would, but at the moment there's only three out of a possible eight posts since my last. Waiting for the other five to get something done before I get back in there.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Where's the posts people?

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

Justice League Origins

Doesn't matter how powerful the engine, or how capable the driving, throw enough shots in a cars direction and eventually it's going to get hit. Batman was enough of a pragmatist to be aware of this probability, hell he even expected it. The Car wouldn't have as much armour plating as it did if he hadn't. Still, he couldn't help but experience a shock as first of the red energy beams cannoned into the Car, shaking the entire chassis with violent force.

<Hull integrity at eighty-five percent> chimed the voice of the Car's VI, a voice manipulated to sound like Marilyn Monroe for no other reason than Bruce's own personal quirks. He was thankful for that choice now, as Miss Monroe's dulcet tones went someway to blunting the direness of the situation. If one shot could eat into fifteen percent of his armour then this could end a lot messier than he had hoped. Tires squealed as he spun the wheel, car drifting in a tight arc around the extraterrestrials as he fire HEIAP rounds, the high payloads tearing through the bot's like they were made of construction paper. For every one that he took down there was always more to take their place though, their sheer numbers meaning that eventually some of their massed fire was getting lucky.

<Hull integrity at seventy percent. Hull integrity at fifty-four percent. Hull inte... >

"VI Voice off!" Bruce didn't need a running commentary of how badly things were going. He was quickly running out of HEIAP 's, and after they were gone he'd be down to no more than the surface-to-air missiles and his anti-personnel non-lethal rounds, which he didn't think were going to cut it here.

Some use all those billions of dollars are going to do me now, sitting pretty in all those bank accounts while I get blown up for want of a grenade.

Even with his fantastic mind, Batman was struggling to create a plan for this. How could he? He'd trained to fight criminals and gangsters, he'd never expected to match himself against seven foot tall death machines.

THUD!

Another energy beam thundered into the vehicle, this time striking the hood. Sparks exploded from the point of impact, smoke billowing in a noxious cloud, a touch of red at it's base. The engine gave a last pained growl before dying completely, wheels slowly grinding to a withering halt.

Damn it!

A tapping of keys and several switch flicks told him that this wasn't a problem that could be fixed from the drivers seat. He needed to assess the damage, perhaps even get the vehicle back to the cave and replace the engine, two things he just didn't have time for right now. He began to fire the last of the HEIAP rounds, knowing that the car's armour wouldn't last long under a prolonged assault. He readied himself to evacuate the vehicle quickly, resolving to finish this fight on his own two feet.

“You are not wanted. Perish!”

FWOOM!

Golden energy arced between the massed automatrons, some falling to their knees whilst others exploded entirely.

What now?

Floating in mid air was a figure dressed entirely in blue and gold, a faceless helmet upon his head and a heavy cape draped around his shoulders. He would have appeared faintly ridiculous, if not for power inherent in his stance and the gold fire burning in his hands... or the way his voice echoed and boomed.

“You will not be allowed, this is not this world’s fate.”

The robots turned to face the newcomer, some charging him head on while others aimed their arm cannons on his position. Batman took his moment, exiting the Car and swiftly assaulting the robot's rear. Palming two batarangs in a reverse grip he attacked the first robot's knee joints, figuring that if they were shaped like a man then they would have a man's weaknesses. His assumption paid off, the thing buckling under it's own weight as it's supports gave way. With a growl he drove his weapons into the robot's metallic forehead, hoping that whatever passed for it's nervous system would be located there. Again he was lucky, bipedal life seeming to share some constants no matter the species. The light in the automatron's eyes died, and Batman moved onto the next opponent, a wraith on the field.

Whatever was going on in this newcomer’s head remained to be seen as the helmet-bearing mystic came down harshly and swiftly against the synthetics that maintained their attention on him. It probably came to no surprise to the caped crusader that they were felled much easier by the strands of gold energy than his arsenal on hand. Whoever this individual was… it was good that he was on his side, but for how long? Where did he come from?

Eventually he became aware of a fourth party on the field, though he at least had an idea of who this one was. Reports had been coming in about 'Green Lantern' for some time now, mostly centered around the Coast City area. Though his background and reasons for acting how he did were still a mystery, there was no denying the power of his ring. Between Lantern and this man in gold there were entirely to many masked men in Gotham for Batman's liking. He would need to discover their identities and agendas as soon as possible.

He didn't get as much time to mull over these issues as he would have liked, the automatrons finally beginning to realize that the golden newcomer wasn't the only danger. Two broke off from the pack and began to stomp towards Batman's position whilst a few others focused on the arrival of this Green Lantern, their fixed-metallic faces displaying not a shred of emotion as they bore down upon them. The Caped Crusader remained nearly perfectly still, a narrowing of his eyes being the only hint that he was aware of his impending doom.

The lead robot threw a fist forward, almost to fast for the human eye to follow. Almost. The Dark Knight swayed under the strike, spinning off to the left, a batarang licking out to cut at the bot's armour. The second robot was on him in an instant, big hands clasped together and coming down like a hammer blow. Batman threw himself backwards, only narrowly avoiding the blow. He hit the ground and without pausing began to roll to his side, just missing the foot that came stomping down from the first foe.

Beep, beep, beep, beep. The robot lifted and inspected it's foot curiously, no doubt wondering what that beeping was. A small, grey, rectangular section of putty was stuck to the sole, a tiny black bat in the center of the putt, a red light blinking in time with the beeps that had steadily been picking up pace.

BOOM!

The explosion too the robots leg off, the metal monstrosity getting blown across the block. Gotham's Guardian didn't get a chance witness the spectacle though, as the second robot had finished with trying to beat him to death, and had instead changed tactics to fire red energy waves. So far Batman had managed to duck and weave out of the beams paths, but the robot only had to get lucky once and then it would be all over. However he couldn't get in close to land a conclusive blow, not with all the fire the bot was laying down.

Think, dammit. You've got the tools, just have to figure out how to use them!

Batman rolled out of the way from another stray shot, at the same time drawing his grapple-gun. Taking a quick aim he fired at the robot's chest, the claw exploding forwards with a sharp *POP*. The claw sunk into the automatron's armour, the metal head glancing down to gaze at it with a clinical detachedness, giving Batman just the opportunity he needed to retract the reel, the high-powered gas gun yanking the Dark Knight towards his opponent. He used his momentum to drop kick his foe, two hundred pounds of muscle crashing into the automatron at high speeds. The metallic monstrosity toppled from it's feet like, the Caped Crusader using a batarang to tear the thing's head from its shoulder's, snarling as he sawed through the tensile cables that made up it's tendons.

Suddenly he was yanked into the air, a powerful grip around his own neck. He kicked out, his boots hitting unyielding metal. Stupid Bruce. . . Not paying attention.. He was turned around to face the glowing red eyes of one of those mysterious robots, a third that had entered the fray when he was distracted by his own victory. The grip tightened while he struggled futilely to escape.

Come on Bruce. Not like this. . . Never like this.

However, the Dark Knight’s luck had not ran out quite yet.

THWOOM!

A flare of the golden energy from before crashed into the synthetic, however instead of exploding it went limp as if an electromagnetic pulse had been blasted through its mechanical nervous system—effectively disabling it and turning its function off, and the grip around Batman’s neck loosening.

The Dark Knight fell to the ground, wheezing and coughing, trying to suck in great lungs full of air. It took him a moment to regain his composure, stashing the tiny laser he had been readying to cut through the robot's wrist back in his belt. Note to self: reinforce armour around the neck. A quick scan of the field revealed most of the bot's were down for the count, the golden intruder hovering some feet away.

"Who are you and what are you doing in Gotham?" The Batman cracked, sounding more like a demand than a question.

“Matters occurred during visitation.” The figure paused and his eyes looked up to Green Lantern who was still attending to the last few cybernetics. “The world is in peril.”

Batman followed the figure's gaze to see Green Lantern mopping up the last of the robots. A potent reminder of just how outclassed he was, power wise. This is a dangerous playing field you're on now Bruce. Remember to tread carefully.

"Gotham's mine. In the future stay out." It was dangerous ground, making a threat to such a dangerous and powerful individual as this, even as mild a threat as that. Boundaries had to be set though, and set early. Gotham WAS Batman's, and he wouldn't suffer any interlopers invading his territory, regardless of their intentions.

“I care not for your city, dark knight, nor your crusade. My only interest is that of great precedence and this is one that goes beyond any one domain.” The tone remained constant and untampered by the demands of the city’s protector.

“This is only the beginning.”

A small growl of annoyance escaped Batman. He wasn't used to being so casually dismissed, and couldn't say he was enjoying the experience. He exercised his iron control though, turning on his heel to leave the figure standing in the street.

"In that case get out. I hear Metropolis could use some help. Perhaps that would interest you."

“If Metropolis falls, so will Gotham.”

There was a flash of light that followed the words from the being and this speaker of fate vanished.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Anybody else gonna post?

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Unfortunately Juno probably won't get to fight Shiva

Also what kind of weapons/defense systems does the cruiser have?

@MrDidact

Honestly hand't given it much thought, outside of guns, missiles, etc etc. Since Juno redesigned the ships systems then I'll let you go crazy!

A very pissed of gravykinetic.

Should be plenty.

@Hillan

A Gravykinetic? Sounds delicious, if unhealthy.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

I love it when you all say who you think your character is best suited to taking on, because then I think to myself "Better make sure Thorn doesn't fight the Heretic. I'll send him Snow White instead"

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Veracruz asked about their point of entry, a valid query as the team were spoiled for choice. There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of entry points to the temple, but none of them seemed to stand out any more than the others. Fenrir picked one at random, a grassy field that led to one of the long bridges into the temple, trying to surreptitiously make it look like he hadn't just picked it at random. Better the team thought he had actually planned all this in advance.

"There. I'll swoop in low to the plain whereupon Princess Beast, Thorn, Warpath, Moxy, Veracruz and myself will embark while the cruiser is still in motion. Twilight will take the helm, and she, Quantum and Domini will fly to the other side of the temple and make a diversionary attack, dragging all attention from us. We'll use the chaos to sneak into the temple and take Ra's prisoner, hopefully before anyone is any the wiser that the real attack isn't coming from the cruiser. We'll stay in radio contact at all times, and when we're ready to evacuate Twilight will break off the diversionary attack and be ready to pick us up. When the League realize we have the Demon's Head then they will have no choice but to back off. They know me, know my work, and know I wont hesitate to slit Ra's throat if I have to."

It was a simple plan, simple plans quite often being the best in Fenrir's experience. Far less to go wrong. Of course it all relied on the League taking the bait that team on the cruiser would be giving them. That's why he had set two of his heaviest hitters there, to really grab the Leagues attention. Quantum and Twilight could make a lot of noise between them, and though she hadn't been tested yet reports showed that Domini could pull her weight as well. Ra's would be forced to send much of his forces to oppose them. Even if he did leave guards in Fenrir's team's path it would only be a skeletal force.

He was just bringing the cruiser in for its approach to the drop zone when Domini asked what was the point of this attack. A dozen answers leaped into Fenrir's mind, some of them truthful, most of them not. He didn't want to have to explain himself here, not to some green recruit. Especially not when the real reason they were here was so selfish and self serving.

In the end he decided upon aggressively ignoring the question.

"You're here because I say so, your time for questioning that has long passed" He snarled towards the alien hybrid. If she had anything else to say on the matter then she had missed her chance, the drop-zone coming upon them quickly. Fenrir's fingers tapped at the keys in front of him, the cruiser's drop ramp folding open. "Now team, embark!" With that the team picked to infiltrate the temple evacuated the cruiser quickly and efficiently, Twilight taking the helm as soon as Fenrir left his seat and flying the cruiser to the opposite side of the temple to begin their attack.

Fenrir crouched upon the grassy plain with the remnants of his team, waiting patiently for the first sign of the cruisers attacks. When it finally came he lead the Outsiders down the stone bridge into the old temple. From here he could see much of the luster upon Nanda Parbat didn't stand up under closer inspection. The stonework was crumbling, old statues covered in dust and cobwebs, moss and ivy clinging to just about every surface moss or ivy can cling too. Like all things, nature eventually reclaims that which man has wrought.

They delved into the darkness of the temple, the wolfman's nose twitching, searching for any sign of their foes. He got nothing, but that meant very little when dealing with the League. He had learnt first hand just how well they were at avoiding detection. He allowed his team mates a few moments for their eyes to grow accustomed to the gloom before moving them on.

"Stay close to me and Thorn," He muttered to Belle. The girls training was coming on in leaps and bounds, her control of her bestial form becoming more impressive by the day, but she seemed to have a better grasp of it when physically close to those she was emotionally close with. The decision to keep her close to him was one born of a desire to protect the team from Belle as it was one to protect Belle from the League.

Deeper and deeper they delved into the twisting, labyrinthine corridors, with still no sign of their enemy. Eventually they came to a large atrium, ceiling so high he could hardly discern it's shadowy roof. A tiered balcony hugged the edges of the wall, pillars spaced evenly along its length. There were three doorways to the atrium on this level, including the one they had entered. Fenrir was in the process of deciding whether he should split the team or not when he heard a soft padding from the balconies above. His head jerked up and he knew they had walked into an ambush.

"Outsiders, beware!" He roared as dozens of League assassins dropped all around them, each armed and ready for blood. Shuriken flew from all directions.

Fenrir leapt to meet the assassins, his own combat knife flashing in the gloom as he move with furious sped to meet the attacks of two of the assassins.

Elsewhere the Cruiser was meeting stiff resistance. Despite their dislike from modern weaponry the Leagues assassins were using rifles and RPG's to try and blow the Cruiser out of the skies. Screeching could be heard as a squadron of man-bat commandos leapt from the crumbling towers to hurtle towards the flying craft.

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Whatcha did you catch?

@t2wave

Dunno yet, going to the Doc's in about an hour for an examination. Think it might be a flu, but if thats the case then its one that doesn't want to shift.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Progress = 0%

@t2wave

Yeah, that's my bad. This illness is just not shifting. Finished the League though, so that's something. I'll see about getting a proper post up too.