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All was still in the center of the intersection, the University students began to pour out of the building in interest. Curiosity began to overwhelm confusion and fear as the crowd closed in on the two giants, one standing upright and the other buried to the rear in concrete. The entire crowd jumped back as the legs of the buried goliath moved, twisting around each other before unwinding like a rubber band. The gold clad behemoth twisted out of the ground with a corkscrew motion, its body moved unnaturally fast and it was bolt upright as fast as it had arrived.

His crater released all of the pent up smoke from his body, washing the entire intersection with a thin cloud of grey. If you listened carefully you might even have heard Auan’s heavy breathing, though you only need look at him to see it. His colossal shoulders heaved up and down, raising and falling at least three feet with each breath. There was a pregnant silence as the dust and smoke settled, Auan’s masked face trained its dead and empty golden eyes on Terra Firma’s own face. ”They must decide for themselves. None can halt us from giving them the option to walk this path. Please, David, understand..” His body language relaxed and he extended his hands out to his sides, palms forward and fingers open. His head was low and his body read with pleading and desperation. Not that he was afraid, not that he was lying or conniving, but his every motion spoke to a man trying to desperately convince someone of the truth.

No matter how dark said truth was.

David jumped back slightly as Auan twisted himself into the air and back onto the ground again. His own chest was heaving up and down, showing that his own stamina mirrored Auan’s, the fight was exhausting for the both of them, and he’d be a fool to deny it. So David also rested his stance, as he also welcomed this pause in the fight, even hoping that this would be permanent.

”I agree, humanity should be free to make its own choice. But can you guarantee it would be ours? I can’t imagine you came all the way from the ‘future’ to watch.”

”Nothing I do will be distinguishable from your own actions. Our own choices, acting under our own willpower, doing what we see as right. I will give them a choice, accepting or refusing is up to them.” He took a step back and leaned up against the lamppost. ”Won’t simply watch, no, but I’ll act to the sum of my power.”

”As long as it’s their choice, and an informed choice.”

David nodded, and continued.

”Then what will you do, will you return to your craft and simply, wait?”

The golden giant thought for a second, casting his gaze across his surroundings as the crowd began closing in. ”Perhaps not, finding Companions here might be an easy chore.”

”I won’t stop them from believing you if that’s what they want, but all I ask is that you tell them the truth.” Although he said that, David still didn’t believe in what this man was saying, or if he even told him everything. But freedom to choose and believe, that was something he believed in, so he just hoped it was the right choice. Removing Auan’s craft by force wasn’t something he could do today,, so for now, he would leave. David floated off into the air, and then dashed off towards home.

As the trail of flickering energy left behind by David faded into the immaterial, Auan’s previous glance across the intersection had not gone to waste. Though the crowd dissipated and the police began to move in, someone very clearly did not react naturally. A wastrel of unwashed appearance and underwhelming stature had been eyeing his body intently, or at least, it seemed like he was eyeing Auan up.

”You there. With the unwashed hair.” He lazily pointed a finger at Angel. ”You act strangely.”

Angel, at this, frowned, and made to walk away, but then thought better of it. This man was likely incredibly fast, and could stop him if he liked. Better get the ATD ready for deployment, just in case, though he didn’t know what good it would be, if the man right there decided to come at him. Coughing, and clearing his throat, Angel tersely said, ”Was hoping the hippie would take you down. Decided to watch the fight, but you decided to throw words instead of fists.”

The word Hippie didn’t exactly connect meaningfully, but the rest of the statement made enough sense. ”David is not the enemy, friend. Come, speak and regail me.” He stood up away from the post and walked across the road, like a lumbering colossus of golden iconography he shook the ground and drew the attention of every passerby.

The golden-armored giant saying Terra Firma’s actual name did not go unnoticed by Angel; he saved that little snippet of information for later. ‘David’, huh? Well, he’d have to look into that later, as apparently the armored man wanted to speak to him. Eyeing the armored man suspiciously, he muttered, ”Think we’re in a shakespearean play, do we?”

However, he eventually spoke up, studying the man’s armor with both his sight and his technopathy. It was… strange, arcane. Not even alien AI was this strange to his senses, this eldritch. ”So. What, exactly do you want from me?” He figured he might as well get to the point. Despite the danger this man posed, there was no reason to beat around the bush.

”Perhaps.” Auan directed his thumb to the police beginning to close off the area. “We might wish to vacate, and discuss safely elsewhere.”

Shutting down the police cruisers’ radios, and choking their engines, the police cars sputtered, and slowed to a halt, and the police officers, in full Metahuman Response Unit gear, got deafening feedback in their earpieces, causing them to keel over, scrambling to get their helmets off. The few that realized the truth of the situation, and pointed their guns at the duo, found that their guns refused to fire, and even jammed, for good measure.

Hijacking a police cruiser, and forcing it to drive towards the barricade of police officers and civilians, who all scrambled out of the way, Angel nodded towards the opening in the crowd, saying, ”I know a place where we can talk in peace, I just need to retrieve something from my headquarters.”

Auan watched all of this unfold rather coldly, despite his previous engagement and heartfelt words. ”I shall follow.” He began walking forward, though his steps were intentionally slowed to allow Angel to walk at a comfortable pace alongside him.

Furtively walking towards his nearby garage home, well, as furtively as one could, with a ten-foot golden giant plodding alongside him, Angel made sure that no one was following or looking at him, and then ducked into the (formerly) abandoned mechanic’s shop. Pulling a sheet off the ATD, which stood curled up in the middle of the main garage room, (almost touching the ceiling without the hydraulic lift having to do anything,) Angel opened the cockpit, and, controlling the suit’s hand, lifted himself inside, synching with the suit, becoming Equilibrium.

His exit from the building was awkward, ducking under the lip of the roof, cracking the concrete, but by this point, Angel didn’t care. His location was most likely burned already, and anything the authorities found here wouldn’t be of use. STRIKE had the only files on him, DNA samples, everything, and he had made sure of their erasure when STRIKE fell.

Anyways.

Unfolding to his full height, standing taller than the golden-armored metahuman at 12 feet in armor, Angel looked at the man, giving him a small, affirmative nod, and attempted to speak directly into what he assumed was the communications suite of the suit, so no one else would overhear.. ”Follow me, there’s a place on the city outskirts.”

Auan was fortunate he had a mask to conceal his face, his first instinct was that Angel had climbed into the suit believing that Auan was also in a mechanical suit. His grin would have revealed that he thought Angel was trying to compensate for the disparate height.

And with that, he jumped into the air, activating the jump rockets of the ATD, flying through the sky over Lost Haven, occasionally having to land, and jump again, but he made the trip from the French Quarter to his old hideout, (now a ruined, mangled, burnt-out mess of brickwork and steel,) in record time. Looks like the calculations Sherlock did during the Hounds fight paid off.

Behind Angel soared the golden goliath with a trail of blue plasma bursting from his legs and back occasionally, he was kind of lazily flying rather than his previous rocketing. The fight with David had been incredibly tiresome, physically and mentally, so putting effort into flying was not on his list of things to do.

Crashing through a hole in the roof, and crushing a block of old, rusty machinery, he looked up at Auan, asking, finally (over the loudspeakers, just to be sure,), ”So, what do you want?” Auan descended through the hole behind him and touched down slowly, the ground glowed red hot as his plasma vents superheated the floor.

After he planted his feet firmly he stretched his arms upwards and raised the rubble from the floor up to the roof, replacing it from the dynamic entry. In a few moments he’d sealed the gap and lowered his hands to his sides. ”Allies.” He said it very flatly, a matter of fact tone to his voice. One word was all he needed in this situation.

Rolling his eyes within the suit, Angel said, ”I'm going to be honest with you. I probably won't care about whatever ‘cause’ you're fighting for; all I really want is something to enhance my suit, and if talking to you right now can get me some of that bullshit plasma flinging technology, then I'm willing to. However, I'm just as willing to broadcast our location to every metahuman in Lost Haven, if it will get me something, even just a broken fragment of an armor servo.” Pausing, Angel looked over the golden-suited metahuman. ”Give me a reason to join you.”

It was risky, threatening a metahuman that he didn't know the capabilities of, but there were two factors that made him more bold. The first, and most obvious one, was the fact that he was in the ATD. While not invincible, it was tough as hell, and had agility that belied it's size or bipedal nature. The second one was the fact that he had just gone a few rounds with Terra Firma, or “David”, who was reputedly quite powerful.

Auan tilted his head a little bit as he processed the mention of his plasma shunting, he must have thought it was the suit. He also threatened him, a particularly ballsy play for someone who was the squishy center of a crunchy outer shell. This was exactly the kind of person he wanted on his side, courageous and daring, a good and useful friend in these trying times. ”We of the Supersol seek to give Humanity the choice to stand against faceless masters in high ivory towers.” He raised his hand and projected a hologram of The Deadlands, the Earth as it is in his time. ”Certainly you notice the disparity I pose. Difficult as it is believing, we are from your future. Time lost warriors seeking to change Humanity’s future, so that we might not be necessary.”

”If you need compensation, I offer you services in advancing your machinery.” The hologram condensed into a singular point and small trails of particles began to run from the surrounding area to the singular point where the hologram once was. They built slowly into a small electric dynamo, little sparks of electricity arced from the tip to his hand. ”Not an engineer, but educated enough to offer technologies beyond your time.”

Angel watched the display with interest, observing the holographic creation slowly phase into physical being. Was it nanobots? A cloaking device? Angel, even though he watched the item get created through every camera and sensor he had, couldn’t figure it out. ”What kinda sci-fi bullshit do you know to magic a machine into reality? Is it atomic-sized nanobots or something?” Shaking his mech’s “head” (really its main sensor suite,) Angel let out a sigh, and said, ”Damn it if you don’t make a good pitch, though.” Eyeing the machine greedily, and the man who created it cautiously, Angel grimaced. ”I’d like to take you up on that offer, but...” The man was too power-hungry, too ambitious. He’d end up using Angel for some purpose that would spiral out of control, leading him down a chaotic, dark path not of his own choosing. And as soon as he completed that thought, Angel, without a second word, jetted off, through the roof, collapsing the building around him. As he left, he swore that Auan looked… disappointed? Whatever, it’s not his concern anymore.

Flying off into the outskirts of the city, Angel laid low in an abandoned factory for a few hours, before making his way to his garage under the cover of night. Well that was… an experience. Angel sighed, collapsing on a ratty couch, in the corner of his garage. He wished he had gotten something, anything done, but he couldn’t just… magic up technology or materials. If only it was like the old days, where STRIKE was bad, I’m good, and the other heroes are morons who try and keep me in prison. Man, I didn’t really properly thank Trent for that, what happened to him? And thinking of the past fondly, Angel fell asleep, under the watchful gaze of Sherlock.

@Alternax@LeeRoy

Location: Lost Haven
Time: 12:15 PM

Angel woke to the sound of klaxons, immediately awake as his automated information gathering system, (in place all over Lost Haven, and maintained by SHERLOCK,) tripped, giving a dozen different air proximity alerts, impact alerts, and traffic delay notifications. Jacking into the Panopticon, the subsystem of his computer that held most of the observational data his system got from the city, he quickly scanned every camera, every alarm, every phone video feed, until he locked onto what the problem was. Apparently, that hippie made of energy, "Terra Firma," (pretentious Latin? Really?) was fighting some armored man, having buried him in the ground, up to his waist. Angel was about to disregard the entire thing, and have Sherlock keep an eye on it, to see if the fight came too close to his mechanic shop hideout, when he thought about something.

The ATD was his pride and joy. An agile beast of machinery, enough to fight the titan of power that was War-Pulse, and damaging enough to destroy any contemporary hardware. However, it lacked a crucial edge in Meta fights, especially on the level of Icon and War-Pulse, or that metal girl he fought that one time. His only reliable way of dealing any damage, the Hellbeast, either burnt up his power, effectively halving his combat efficiency, or didn't pack enough of a punch to actually hurt the powerhouses. Angel would bet good money on the chance that this man, in his shiny armor, had something that would boost his ATD's abilities to whole new levels.

He just had to steal it from him, before the heroes locked him away.




Flinging the garage door open, Angel walked out into the street, eyeing the neighborhood warily. There didn't seem to be anyone watching the store, even with the state of semi-martial law, and after three checks, he felt comfortable enough to leave his new home. Walking swiftly to the scene of the battle, hood up, Angel grimaced as he passed fleeing civilians and frantic police officers, bumping into a couple, but not once slowing down. He got halfway down the block, before Sherlock interrupted him. "Not to doubt your judgement, Angel, but shouldn't you have at least brought your suit? These two seem to be quite powerful."

Waving off his AI friend's concern, Angel scratched his cheek, muttering a curse as a fleeing civilian knocked him against the wall. "I'm wearing a vest under this jacket. I'll be fine. I don't plan on joining the fight, anyways." The pregnant pause after he said that was enough to convey Sherlock's disapproval. Scoffing, Angel rounded the corner to University Square, approaching the battle from the side, yet staying a healthy distance away. "Disregarding the argument about heroics, (we'll save that for another day,) Terra Firma, the hippie, has it in hand. Look, the man is half-buried in the ground. Terra Firma has him on the ropes."

Angel grins, looking at the nearest security camera. "All we need to do is grab anything we can after the fight. It's a win-win." Sitting down on a bench, apparently unworried, Angel watched the fight unfold, observing the fight from all angles, through the various security cameras around University Square.


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OLD YELLER, CHAPTER 3


Firing the Hellbeast, and bisecting two HoH jets, and their pilots within, Equilibrium stood still as the the wreckage careened over the warehouse, slamming into the city behind him with a gigantic fireball. For the rest, however, Angel dragged to the ground with his power, forcing them down, slamming them through a block of warehouses and port offices. As for the pilots, they ejected from their jets, but Angel refused to let their parachutes open, letting them fall to their deaths, splatting on the city streets.

Turning, his work done, Angel was about to head back to the garage, when Sherlock's voice came over the comms, and his "face" appeared in the corner of Angel's synergized vision. "Angel, I think you might want to see this." Playing video feeds from security cameras, police cameras, and news cameras in Sherman Square, Sherlock said, "We've got a situation. The Hounds have started to attack Sherman Square, opposed by a large group of Metas, including Icon, of all people."

Equilibrium scoffed, jumping into the air, firing his Pegasus jumpjets. "And why should I help them, Sherlock? They've got Icon, they should have things handled." Sherlock said nothing, and his avatar didn't react in any way, but Angel could feel the disapproval radiating from his AI companion.

"Angel, you know as well as I do that the Hounds have constantly managed to subvert our expectations. Icon probably has it handled, but..." It was unspoken, but it was almost ceertain that without overwhelming force, some casualties would happen on the metas' side. While Equilibrium was certain that Icon counted as overwhelming force, Sherlock, apparently, was not so certain.

Sherlock changed the view to reveal several mechanized units about half the ATD's height. "Angel, there are several mechanized units involved with the assault, not counting the dozens of vans coming down on the square. Someone might get hurt."

Rolling his eyes, Angel adjusted his trajectory to put his path aiming towards Sherman Square by slamming into the ground, physically turning in the direction of the plaza, and boosting into the air once more. "I've got stuff to do, Sherlock, no less than 143 things that require my attention have tripped the security net I put around the city, but whatever, I suppose we can take care of the KKK rejects with bootlegged STRIKE gear."

Sherlock didn't reply, but Angel felt his presence leave the ATD. Sighing, Angel shook his head. Recently, Sherlock had been... distracting about their priorities. Asking him to be more careful about destroying city blocks, even when it'd allow him to attack with the element of surprise through a building. Whatever. It should feel good to kill these losers- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

As he neared the Square, Angel saw something that made him laugh truly hard. The mechanized units that the Hounds of Humanity were using were developed by none other than Lost Haven's resident "genius inventor", Iron Knight. Who then proceeded to sell them to STRIKE. The irony was delicious. Shaking his head, Angel got his head into the game, and synthesized fully with the ATD, becoming Equilibrium once more.

Ending the boost, aimed directly at the bulk of the mechanized unit, Equilibrium crashed into a mech, landing on its' head, causing it to crumple, and fall to the ground, cracking the concrete. Almost immediately, the Hounds fired on him, but Angel lashed out, punting one into a building with his leg, and crushing another of the shorter mechs' cockpits' with his iron grip. As blood spurted from the suit, Equilibrium couldn't help but laugh, and send a message over the loudspeakers mounted on his suit.

"Really? This is all you bring to bear? I'm almost disappointed, Hounds. But hey, what can I expect from a group who had to steal from STRIKE to get half their shit?" Activating his chainsaw, he lunged towards the oncoming mechs, boosting with his jump jets as well, to make it a truly staggeringly fast rush, especially for something as large as the ATD.

This should be fun.

END OF OLD YELLER, FIND MORE EQUILIBRIUM AND SHERLOCK IN THE ASSAULT ON SHERMAN SQUARE, ISSUE 2!


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OLD YELLER, CHAPTER 2


Running past the remains of the HoH security team, Angel wrinkled his nose at the metallic smell of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder and dust. Sherlock really did a number on the Hounds, and the entire front of the building was pitted and gouged deeply, with black-armored bodies lying everywhere. Monolithic above the battlefield, however, the ATD stood, cockpit open, hand extended.

Commanding his mech to reach out and grab him, Angel jumped, and in midair, went limp, letting the ATD shove him in the open cockpit. Merging his senses with the mech, letting its' cool electric buzz wash over him, Angel subsumed the machine into his self. Boosting off into the night sky, leaving his scene of one-sided carnage behind, Angel landed on top of a office building, and launched off again, jumping over entire city districts, until he reached the Southside docks, crashing a few blocks away from the target, creating a crater in the pavement, causing dust to fly in the air, covering the street and obscuring the ATD's form.

The Hound cell in the area came out of the woodworks, opening up on Equilibrium with small arms fire, which pinged off him, uselessly. Sweeping the area with liberal application of his Hellbeast arm cannon, he grinned at the vibrations caused by the massive machine gun. GOD it felt good to be able to fire this wildly without having to worry about unnecessary collateral.

Once the vanguard was removed from the picture, Equilibrium boosted to the warehouse, sprinting at an impossibly fast pace, thanks to his boosters. Crashing through a cordon without a second thought, he crushed several people underfoot, and then approached the warehouse.

Choosing to enter the building dynamically, Angel burst through the wall, and began violently and systematically exterminating all life within, slicing some with the chainsaw on his wrist, shooting others with the gun, and crushing others. Quickly finishing everyone inside, a deep and profound calm fell over the warehouse, gunpowder smoke hanging heavy in the air over deep, pitted concrete, stained with blood, and littered with debris and bodies. And in the center of the room, relatively undamaged, the HoH server farm.

Activating the VIGIL auto-aim processes for the ATD, Angel reached out with his power, and connected with the system. Almost immediately, he recognized the system and firmware. Really? Stolen STRIKE computers? They didn't even bother to change the firewalls. Seriously. Bypassing the security and slipping deep into the network, Angel absorbed the information, and collated it, collecting it in every type of document imaginable. JPG, PDF, word document, interdepartimental messages in government organizations, Angel kept the list in all those forms, backing them up in his ATD.

And then, connecting to a derelict STRIKE satellite, Angel broadcast every single location for every HoH cell on the Eastern Seaboard to everywhere. Almost literally. At first it was a bunch of large packets that Angel had to manually send out, but eventually, the programs embedded in the information began to spread throughout the internet like kudzu.

Retreating from the system, and taking control of the ATD once more, Equilibrium sighed in satisfaction. It felt good to do good for once.

And that's when the sensors alerted him to the jet squadron bearing down on his position.

This would be fun.

CONTINUED IN OLD YELLER PART 3
Huginn and Muninn

Speech Color: Huginn: Silver and Muninn:Gold
Character Alignment: Heroes.
Identity: Taylor and Jordan Stevenson
Character Personality:
Uniform/costume:

As vigilantes, the Stevenson twins need to protect their identity at all times, so they wear concealing bodysuits and balaclavas while in action. Their bodysuits are essentially the pic above, minus the yellow stripes, and patches.

Origin Info/Details:

The Stevenson Twins have always been oddly in sync, for their entire lives. One would think they knew what the other was thinking, just by looking at each other. Which is actually the case, the twins share a mental link that lets them communicate instantaneously, anywhere in the world, in addition to other psychic abilities. Born to relatively normal parents, they grew up normally, keeping their powers secret, which wasn't hard. They never could quite figure out how they got them, however. Gamma rays? A mutagen? They're actually descendants of aliens? It's actually one of Taylor's favorite pastimes to speculate on where they received their powers from, however, which annoys his sister, Jordan, to no end.

Hero Type:
Huginn(Psychic/Speedster), Muninn (Psychic/Acrobat)

Power Level:
Street/City Level (Separated), World Level (Together)

Powers:
Huginn- Huginn is able to communicate with his twin, Muninn at any time, anywhere, unless he is somehow incapacitated. He is also able to use telekinesis to push himself to speeds upwards of 100 MPH, fly, and carry his sister with him as he does so.

Muninn- She is able to communicate with her twin perfectly, unless incapacitated, as well as use telekinesis to enhance her physical agility. She is also capable of performing large-scale telekinesis with objects the size and weight of skyscrapers, (although it goes without saying that doing so is extremely exhausting for her,) but cannot lift her own body in true flight due to a mental block. Also, although it isn't a power, she is a contortionist, able to bend her body in weird ways.

(Both of these descriptions are when the twins are within a mile of each other, they get weaker the farther away from each other they are.)

Height:
Taylor- 6'5"
Jordan- 5'3"

Weight:
Taylor- 240 lb.
Jordan- 114 lb.

Strength Level:
Taylor- Trained Human, the level of a professional boxer.
Jordan- (Physical,) Average Human, (Mental,) 100+ Tons easily.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Taylor- 100+ MPH
Jordan- Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Taylor- 3 Hours, (he had to get used to running at inhuman speeds for great lengths on end.)
Jordan- (Physical) Average Human, (Mental) 5 Hours.

Agility:
Taylor- 2X Normal Human, he's got to be capable of not smashing into obstacles as he moves at high speeds.
Jordan- 10X Normal Human

Intelligence:
Taylor- Average
Jordan- Above Average

Fighting Skill:
Taylor- Trained
Jordan- Trained

Resources:

Average

Weaknesses:
Both are perfectly vulnerable to mundane weaponry, if they get hit by it, and can be incapacitated by sufficiently powerful psychic scramblers, or just an overwhelming mind, even though they are more resilient to mind invasion than normal. Two heads are better than one, after all.

Also, if their psychic connection is ever severed, even temporarily, they'd be more vulnerable to psychic assault, emotional manipulation, and general suggestion, in their desperation to find the other.

Supporting Characters:

Albert Stevenson- Their father, a charming older man who is content to live off his pension checks and work in a woodshop for the rest of his days.
Joanna Stevenson- Their mother, a workaholic who can't stand sitting still for one second, and who works as a Board Member for Alternate Acquisitions, LLC.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: DA.
Sample Post:


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OLD YELLER, CHAPTER 1


Angel's mind was clear. Holding a machine pistol in one hand behind his back, he strode with purpose towards the office building, hooded jacket, sunglasses, and bandanna concealing his face. Spoofing all the cameras in the building to play a repeat feed from the last ten minutes, he began his assault.

As he walked into the lobby, the receptionist smiled brightly at him. "Hi, can I help y-" She cut off when Angel pulled the gun on her, pointing it at her face. Immediately, she started breaking down. "P-please, don't hurt m-me! I don't know anything, I'm just the receptionist!"

Angel, keeping his gun steady, pointed at the desk. "Push the button for security, then run." Nodding hysterically, the receptionist did as he asked, then ran out of the building, into the street. As an afterthought, he bricked her phone. The police would only complicate things even more. Striding to the elevators, which he made sure still worked, despite the silent alarm locking everything in the building down, Angel got inside, and with a thought, started up to the 25th floor.

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Kyle Johnson, security guard for Omega Solutions, and grunt for the Hounds of Humanity, was eating a donut when an alarm started to blare from his security monitors. Scarfing down the rest of the donut, Kyle leaned forward, checking each individual camera for the situation. When he didn't see anything serious, he was confused, but he switched over to the alarm source indicator. Apparently it came from... the front desk? But Carol was fine, just sitting at her desk, playing solitaire.

Huh. He needed to check this out in person, and call backup.

Grabbing his walkie-talkie, he depressed the call button, and called the most dangerous man in the building, the Omega Head of Security, and a Captain for the Hounds of Humanity. "Hey, uh, Walker? I think we have an issue down at the front desk, I'm going to go check it out, send backup, okay?" The crackling voice that came through the other end chilled Kyle to the bone.

"U̙̜̝͈̺̬͚n͇͞d̵e̵̻̮r̘̙͖̱̠s҉̘͍ͅt̬̣̟̜̭̯o̙̲̰̰͘o̻͕̬̺d̟̘.̤̳̩͎͕͡ "

Shivering, and clipping his walkie-talkie to his waist, Kyle strapped his gun, and headed towards the stairs, as the elevators wouldn't work during a security lockdown. Quickly going down the two flights to the ground floor, Kyle looked out into the lobby carefully, scanning the area before entering the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except... Where was Carol?

Frowning, Kyle unholstered his gun, and advanced to the middle of the lobby, examining the area around the desk, before heading over to the large, automatic, sliding glass doors. Heading outside, he entered the street, where he scanned the area around the door, before getting stopped in his tracks in terror.

Directly in front of him, standing two stories in height, was a bigass robot. And it was pointing a machinegun right at him.

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Angel could hear the gun even from here, inside the elevator. So the first of security had found the ATD. Angel didn't pity them, though. They would've repaid the favor, should they have found out he was a Metahuman, after all.

Stepping out of the elevator, into the executive suite, Angel readied his gun once more, and hacked into the actual video feed, displaying it on his phone screen, trying to get a sense for what awaited him behind the large oak double doors. One man, sitting at his desk, apparently unworried about the sound of the ATD engaging his security forces. Either that, or he couldn't hear it. Angel heard that these executive suites could be pretty soundproof at times.

Regardless, Angel opened the door quietly, and slipped in, pointing his machine pistol at the Hound-bought CEO. Looking up from his work, the CEO said, "Ah, yes, can I-" And then got a suppressed bullet in the forehead. Swiftly moving over to the completely isolated laptop, connected to the Hound network, instead of the regular internet, Angel began to work, worming his way past firewalls, cracking codes, and destroying barriers, simply by thinking about it.

It had taken Angel a bit of work to locate someone within the Hound hierarchy that had one of these unique devices that only connected to the Hound network, but it had been simple for one such as him. Even if they were able to keep any traces off the internet, they couldn't keep their radio signals silent, and several safehouses had a knowledgeable Lieutenant or two. A surprising amount of the intel had come from blackmailing the Hound members' families, threatening their schools and workplaces, etc. Angel was caught off guard by the amount of Hounds that had families. Everyone had a family, of course, but it's just... The Hounds didn't seem to be the type of organization to attract family men and women.

Shaking his head clear of the thought, Angel worked his way into the location of the hub that this computer connected to, a warehouse by the docks on the south side. Bricking the laptop, Angel made his way back to the elevator, preparing to rush out of the building to his mech. The sounds of Sherlock, inside the ATD, engaging the high-security response team in combat reached him even here, so he needed to be ready to move.

The elevator door opened, and Angel ran.

CONTINUED IN OLD YELLER CHAPTER 2
Nice to see that the OOC is up, I'm excited to get started!
wat up kids


Oh you know, death kill lasers from space and gunfights, the usual.
Ghost Bear clansman reporting in.


November looked up from the dead hounds' weapons, frowning. The three helicopters, which he recognized as Mi-24Vs, with their AT-Sixes intact, (something that surprised Nick,) flew toward the plaza, tearing into the dragon with their machine guns and missiles. For the metas' part, it held together well so far, but the LHPD was not equipped to deal with helicopters, even though they had been mobilizing to handle metas. Nick was about to try something stupid to take one of the helicopters down, when the tail of one simply just exploded overhead. Taking cover from the shrapnel by diving behind a van, Nick stood up as the helicopter spun out, crashing in a circular pattern towards the park square. Turning his attention to the other helicopters, November was about to move out, but he was interrupted again by an unknown voice on the open frequency on his walkie-talkie.

”Now I know that I am late to the show, but what the hell is going on here? Who do I need to shoot at to get this conflict resolved?”


Nick thought he was as qualified to answer as anyone in this debacle, so he pulled out his walkie-talkie, switched to open frequency, and replied."This conflict will not be resolved until all of the Hounds are apprehended, killed, or incapacitated. The Hinds are the biggest issue, take them down." And with that, he put his walkie talkie on his belt, and climbed into a van, grabbing the machine gun, a matte black M240 that was bolted to the floor by a mount, and turning it on the helicopters. Shooting the fuselages would do the sum total of jack and shit, so he tried something else.

Or, well, he was going to, before the flaming man was knocked out of the sky by their missiles, getting sent crashing through several buildings. Almost immediately in response, a lightning bolt cracked out of nowhere, striking the helicopters, sending them into tailspins, which giant hands from the earth caught, pulling them down to the ground. Somewhat shocked, November just shook his head, and climbed into the front seat of the van, which, fortunately, had the keys still in the ignition. Apparently the Hounds thought this would be a quick fight.

Pulling forward, to the alley where gunfire and lasers were shooting out from, Nick hopped back on the machine gun, and opened up on the Hounds from behind, annihilating them with long sprays of the M240. Jumping out of the van once he was done with the sweep, he took cover behind the jet black vehicle, on the lookout for more Hounds.
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