okay um...what the hell? Asuras, they're not simulations or even actual terrorists. this is a training exercise, they're innocent workers. we were all specifically told to do this non-lethally and you're talking about painting yourself with their insides? Just...
what?
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Strix had been spending his time since the slight reprieve taking out the aerial drones with his feather-shaped throwing knives, seeing as he was currently unmarked by the infra-red paint they were using for their targeting systems as well as spreading smokebombs around in the most effective patterns he could to screen out potential snipers and other foam pellet gunners from shooting, in between ducking from cover to cover and generally trying to disrupt the henchmen and drones from hitting anyone while taking as many out as he could. They still weren't getting any closer to the bus with the hostages though, and that was a problem.
So when the archer from before suggested providing more long range covering fire while someone made a hole to move forward, he was all for it.
"That sounds like a plan I can get behind! In fact, everyone who's got some long range capability should target the grenadiers, snipers and guys with assault rifles! We'll put down our own field of suppression and give some of the heavier movers a chance to make a hole toward the bus that the rest of us can push through after them! Prime candidates are probably Apogee, Neutro, the girl who's already charging and I guess anyone else who thinks they can make it through without getting slugged! Move as one unit and act as a shield for each other and the people who come in from behind and we might survive this! Move!"
When did I become a leader here? I hate this kind of thing...although I guess it is just another kind of management even if a battlefield isn't quite a lab or a boardroom...
While thinking this Strix quickly grabbed onto changeling and fired his grapple up to the top of one of the taller buildings, the owl-themed vigilante yanking him up with him.
"Nice to meet you, kid. But I have work to do. Fire at will, I guess."
With that Strix launched himself off of the rooftop, pulled out another loaded grapple gun and started going between that and simple free-running to traverse the rooftops. He moved much more carefully and subtlely than he suspected thoseon the ground would, counting on his stealth training, his suit 's silencing effects and the distraction below to aid him in ambushing troops on the rooftops in close range.
Strix figured a second prong from above during the charge would increase success and maybe allow himself or the other group to slip through.
So when the archer from before suggested providing more long range covering fire while someone made a hole to move forward, he was all for it.
"That sounds like a plan I can get behind! In fact, everyone who's got some long range capability should target the grenadiers, snipers and guys with assault rifles! We'll put down our own field of suppression and give some of the heavier movers a chance to make a hole toward the bus that the rest of us can push through after them! Prime candidates are probably Apogee, Neutro, the girl who's already charging and I guess anyone else who thinks they can make it through without getting slugged! Move as one unit and act as a shield for each other and the people who come in from behind and we might survive this! Move!"
When did I become a leader here? I hate this kind of thing...although I guess it is just another kind of management even if a battlefield isn't quite a lab or a boardroom...
While thinking this Strix quickly grabbed onto changeling and fired his grapple up to the top of one of the taller buildings, the owl-themed vigilante yanking him up with him.
"Nice to meet you, kid. But I have work to do. Fire at will, I guess."
With that Strix launched himself off of the rooftop, pulled out another loaded grapple gun and started going between that and simple free-running to traverse the rooftops. He moved much more carefully and subtlely than he suspected thoseon the ground would, counting on his stealth training, his suit 's silencing effects and the distraction below to aid him in ambushing troops on the rooftops in close range.
Strix figured a second prong from above during the charge would increase success and maybe allow himself or the other group to slip through.
Calling The Esper!
The Batjet took off and re-cloaked as soon as Robin got inside. Batman didn't quite turn around to acknowledge her, but only because he was focused on flying the aircraft.
"We're going to go pay a visit to Lex Luthor. Lately he's been lobbying for U.S. intervention in Khandaq, a repressed country ruled by a military dictator who insists he's the last true heir of the Mongol Empire, guilty of multiple human rights violations. Luthor's contracts with the military mean that war in Khandaq would make him an obscene amount of money, but it's not that simple. The thugs we interrogated earlier this afternoon were part of a smuggling ring. I broke up one of their shipments a short time ago, high grade military weapons, unusual for them. A lot of the guns had had major cosmetic changes, but I still recognize LexCorp weaponry when I see it. We couldn't get them to talk but most likely the scheming weasel is arming the most radical elements in Khandaq in an attempt to escalate things. If he succeeds it could destabilize the entire region and cost millions on millions of lives, all to feed his greed and his ego." Even without glancing back at Robin, Batman's tone of voice made it obvious as to exactly how sickened it made him.
"I'm telling you this so you'll understand why we have to break into the home of a man you've never met, beat guards who are just doing their jobs unconscious, likely vandalize an extremely expensive penthouse and threaten the owner in ways that might otherwise make your conscience squirm. It will be more convincing if you're not confused. And if you're angry."
The Batjet eased slowly to a stop and used its' vertical thrusters to keep itself in the air as its' canopy retracted, a massive tower looming in the distance, the opulent penthouse suite at the top visibly decadent even from the plane. Batman dropped a line from the plane and clipped his belt through it to slide down.
"This whole ridiculous tower is his home. We can't access his room directly. Even swinging to the balcony involves too many aerial proximity sensors that would mean a small army of guards to deal with first, and the windows and locks are reinforced enough that it would take Superman time to break in. So we're doing the unexpected and walking through the front door. This means fighting less numerous guards at the front but doing it quickly enough that they can't hit alarms, either. We can either spend time hacking or breaking through the security protocols for the elevator after that or scale the empty elevator shaft. Luthor's suite itself is difficult to access, but the kitchen two floors below has a dumb-waiter for delivering his meals. I'll need you to use it to access his room and unlock it from the inside since I've already determined you'll fit. Meanwhile I'll be searching his offices. If we do this right we can take our time afterward and wait for him to get home. There are easier ways for us to do all of this, but I want him to know that no amount of security makes him safe without knowing how we did it, to lose sleep wondering if we'll do it again."
He was about to jump out when he stopped, looked back at Madison and added
"Oh, and while you're there, help yourself to anything in Lex's kitchen. It rubs salt in the wound." Aside from that, Bruce felt Madison did well on the mission today, and cake and high quality food, cake and/or ice cream was probably a suitable reward.
"We're going to go pay a visit to Lex Luthor. Lately he's been lobbying for U.S. intervention in Khandaq, a repressed country ruled by a military dictator who insists he's the last true heir of the Mongol Empire, guilty of multiple human rights violations. Luthor's contracts with the military mean that war in Khandaq would make him an obscene amount of money, but it's not that simple. The thugs we interrogated earlier this afternoon were part of a smuggling ring. I broke up one of their shipments a short time ago, high grade military weapons, unusual for them. A lot of the guns had had major cosmetic changes, but I still recognize LexCorp weaponry when I see it. We couldn't get them to talk but most likely the scheming weasel is arming the most radical elements in Khandaq in an attempt to escalate things. If he succeeds it could destabilize the entire region and cost millions on millions of lives, all to feed his greed and his ego." Even without glancing back at Robin, Batman's tone of voice made it obvious as to exactly how sickened it made him.
"I'm telling you this so you'll understand why we have to break into the home of a man you've never met, beat guards who are just doing their jobs unconscious, likely vandalize an extremely expensive penthouse and threaten the owner in ways that might otherwise make your conscience squirm. It will be more convincing if you're not confused. And if you're angry."
The Batjet eased slowly to a stop and used its' vertical thrusters to keep itself in the air as its' canopy retracted, a massive tower looming in the distance, the opulent penthouse suite at the top visibly decadent even from the plane. Batman dropped a line from the plane and clipped his belt through it to slide down.
"This whole ridiculous tower is his home. We can't access his room directly. Even swinging to the balcony involves too many aerial proximity sensors that would mean a small army of guards to deal with first, and the windows and locks are reinforced enough that it would take Superman time to break in. So we're doing the unexpected and walking through the front door. This means fighting less numerous guards at the front but doing it quickly enough that they can't hit alarms, either. We can either spend time hacking or breaking through the security protocols for the elevator after that or scale the empty elevator shaft. Luthor's suite itself is difficult to access, but the kitchen two floors below has a dumb-waiter for delivering his meals. I'll need you to use it to access his room and unlock it from the inside since I've already determined you'll fit. Meanwhile I'll be searching his offices. If we do this right we can take our time afterward and wait for him to get home. There are easier ways for us to do all of this, but I want him to know that no amount of security makes him safe without knowing how we did it, to lose sleep wondering if we'll do it again."
He was about to jump out when he stopped, looked back at Madison and added
"Oh, and while you're there, help yourself to anything in Lex's kitchen. It rubs salt in the wound." Aside from that, Bruce felt Madison did well on the mission today, and cake and high quality food, cake and/or ice cream was probably a suitable reward.
I know and yeah that's fine. Just that your post made it seem like there was just one turret, but I see now it meant you were just focusing on one turret/group.
hmm...Asuras, while I'd think tanking would be maaaybe a good idea for Neutro, there's probably more than one turret ahead at multiple angles and they apparently burst into a sticky immobilizing foam when they strike so it might not just be an issue of them getting effortlessly bounced off of him, so I'm not sure how it'd work, personally.
Strix actually grinned as the scenario manifested in front of them, having been waiting patiently and quietly while Pariah explained the situation. Once all hell broke loose Strix moved quickly, expecting no less than immediate destruction from an obstacle course designed by The Dark Avenger and built by a hero whose technical expertise equaled his own.
Once the grenades rolled in he prepared to take immediate evasive action only to hear someone mention a barrier. Nevertheless he reflexively wrapped his cape around his body and face as he stepped closer to the person who called out. Once the first set of grenades burst out, the sound filters in his helmet used to protect him from his own Echo System's effects left his hearing completely undamaged while Elise's barrier took care of the majority of the others. With his cape positioned to cover himself reflexively he was able to protect himself from the infrared tracking paint as well although the cape was now covered in it. As the pepper spray began leaking out in the interior of the shield he quickly pulled out the small re-breather and air filter he kept in his utility belt and sealed it onto his mask, avoiding the effects from the mix of pepper spray and obscuring gas between that and his suit's goggles. He switched to the Echo System's vision mode and waited a fraction of a second for the sounds of the battlefield to be disregarded so he could see through the smoke forming around them as well as try and get a fix on each turret's location.
Seeing as he was almost completely unaffected by the assault and that the turrets were already pummeling their first line of defense into submission, he figured he might as well submit a plan.
"Our first concern has to be keeping these turrets from pinning us down so we can focus on neutralizing the terrorists and whatever allies they have and save the hostages. I think I can draw some fire off of us since they seem to be automated, and maybe take a few of them out while I'm at it! Once I draw off their fire, take out as many turrets as you can, then we can re-group and figure out how to take the rest down. Either that or if you can move that shield and maybe re-strengthen it, start getting out of the kill-zone we're currently trapped in so we can see what's going on, make progress towards the bus and form a better plan!" He tried to indicate as much of this as he could with hand-signs and signals for those who might have been deafened.
With that, Strix unfastened his now brightly paint covered cape and took the unusual step of feeding it through one of his grapple guns in place of a rope. Taking a second, conventionally loaded grapple gun in his other hand he fired both simultaneously. The cape-loaded one was aimed at one of the turrets furthest away from their position, where the grappling hook would hopefully latch there after flying through the air with the paint-covered cape in tow. Strix fired the other grapple-gun in the opposite direction although still moving down the street and let the micro-motor in his belt yank him in that direction. As he practically flew out of cover down the street he grabbed several glue pellets and hurled them at different turrets, where they would hopefully burst and gum up the rotating barrels and inner mechanisms of the guns. He had a hunch that the paint was some kind of marker for the turrets and thus they would target his splattered cape as it attached to a far-off turret instead of him, but even if they just tracked motion he would still be drawing enemy fire, although in two directions and more dangerously.
The end effect, he hoped, would be a chance for his allies to break out and get their bearings or destroy the turrets. Meanwhile he would neutralize several himself, move into a different position and cause the one's he or his allies didn't break to aim for the gun his cape would be affixed to. After that he might be able to re-unite with the others and figure out a plan for the rest of this mess.
Once the grenades rolled in he prepared to take immediate evasive action only to hear someone mention a barrier. Nevertheless he reflexively wrapped his cape around his body and face as he stepped closer to the person who called out. Once the first set of grenades burst out, the sound filters in his helmet used to protect him from his own Echo System's effects left his hearing completely undamaged while Elise's barrier took care of the majority of the others. With his cape positioned to cover himself reflexively he was able to protect himself from the infrared tracking paint as well although the cape was now covered in it. As the pepper spray began leaking out in the interior of the shield he quickly pulled out the small re-breather and air filter he kept in his utility belt and sealed it onto his mask, avoiding the effects from the mix of pepper spray and obscuring gas between that and his suit's goggles. He switched to the Echo System's vision mode and waited a fraction of a second for the sounds of the battlefield to be disregarded so he could see through the smoke forming around them as well as try and get a fix on each turret's location.
Seeing as he was almost completely unaffected by the assault and that the turrets were already pummeling their first line of defense into submission, he figured he might as well submit a plan.
"Our first concern has to be keeping these turrets from pinning us down so we can focus on neutralizing the terrorists and whatever allies they have and save the hostages. I think I can draw some fire off of us since they seem to be automated, and maybe take a few of them out while I'm at it! Once I draw off their fire, take out as many turrets as you can, then we can re-group and figure out how to take the rest down. Either that or if you can move that shield and maybe re-strengthen it, start getting out of the kill-zone we're currently trapped in so we can see what's going on, make progress towards the bus and form a better plan!" He tried to indicate as much of this as he could with hand-signs and signals for those who might have been deafened.
With that, Strix unfastened his now brightly paint covered cape and took the unusual step of feeding it through one of his grapple guns in place of a rope. Taking a second, conventionally loaded grapple gun in his other hand he fired both simultaneously. The cape-loaded one was aimed at one of the turrets furthest away from their position, where the grappling hook would hopefully latch there after flying through the air with the paint-covered cape in tow. Strix fired the other grapple-gun in the opposite direction although still moving down the street and let the micro-motor in his belt yank him in that direction. As he practically flew out of cover down the street he grabbed several glue pellets and hurled them at different turrets, where they would hopefully burst and gum up the rotating barrels and inner mechanisms of the guns. He had a hunch that the paint was some kind of marker for the turrets and thus they would target his splattered cape as it attached to a far-off turret instead of him, but even if they just tracked motion he would still be drawing enemy fire, although in two directions and more dangerously.
The end effect, he hoped, would be a chance for his allies to break out and get their bearings or destroy the turrets. Meanwhile he would neutralize several himself, move into a different position and cause the one's he or his allies didn't break to aim for the gun his cape would be affixed to. After that he might be able to re-unite with the others and figure out a plan for the rest of this mess.
I'm not sure if Strix would have villains of his own, but I want to try coming up with some maybe...suggestions are welcome.
Considering the similarities and differences regarding Strix and Pariah, that should be interesting. Also from Strix's little part of the 'analysis of the different people' thing, Strix worked with Zenith too? Also I DID notice a lot of the Savant-designed gear is around the same level and type of thing as some of Strix's stuff. Was that on purpose and what's Savant like/who is Savant, since they apparently have similar technical aptitudes? XD
Sorry for all the gushing and questions.
Sorry for all the gushing and questions.
Aww, I didn't get a chance to confront Volt as Strix, although I guess I'll have him take part in the initiation?
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