Hellis

Supervillainy 101

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CASINO
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Fire spread across fake wood and real wood alike. As Meteora left the gambling joint behind them, she shouldered her way into the car, slamming the door shut after her. She shoved Desperation aside , taking the wheel. ”Sorry Mang. I'm driving.” The teen said with panic in her voice as she floored it. The car jerked and started, then stoppes. ”YOU DRIVE STICK?!” She stared. ”Dammit. Ok you drive” she climped back into the car, opening the back door to peak at the cape that now descended onto the burning wreckage of the gambling joint. She bit her lip as she saw the Gorgon turn to face down the Cape. A look of hubris on her face. No doubt drunk on blood. But with Thug, Eric and the rest in the car, Meteoress urged them to drive as far away as possible.

”Fuck that. If she wanna stare down a cape, that's her funeral. Go! I aint tussling with that chica. She bounced my head against a lamp post when I crossed the border” She said in the way of explanation as the car chugged along. They left the mayhem behind, a little more notorius, a little richer and a snakecreature less. That's when a business card poofed up in the back of the car with a note attached to it. Meteoress took it and looked it over.

”Apperently we got a A for effort?” The girl said with a look of slight hesitation. She passed it to their driver. She didn't say anything for the rest of their journey. She didn't have to. They had survived. This was the start of something BIG. That's when everything went blindingly white.

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LAIR
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The Blobs swarmed them at all sides. With a broken blade, Fox-Blade was less then usefull. HE hacked and slashes at them, trying to his best to stem the tide of biomechanical monsters that advanced on hims and his partners in crime. He was in slight awe of the Korean who smashed their foes with might and clear, unbridled fury. It rekindled his fighting spirit and he threw himself back into the thick of it. He stabbed and hacked, slashed nad kicked. Using all his training to try and muster some sort of proper defense.

Meanwhile, Salvage blasted the creatures with his newly upgraded gun, the ray was far bigger and odly colored. Instead of stunning, it hit one of the things nad made it explode in a shower of gore. It appears his half-assed attempt at a more powerfull stun gun had landed him quite the boon in the form of deathray of sorts. It only lasted a few shots however, before it melted and burned his hand. The damage was tone however, between the deathray and the rampaging korean, Spyder had the perfect shot.

The eye as it were, shattered upon the first real hit, and with it a painfull screech rang out, causing no small discomfort. Then it exploded, showering everyone present in gore nad scrap metal. Fox-Blade had to dive out of the way as a glass shard the size of his head hurdled by. As the chaos died down however, he got up on shaky legs. ”We... win?” He asked tentively. His entire body hurt, but he remembered that they were in a teleport and communications room. He limped over to a console and hit the biggest button he could find. As soon as he did, Broker Materialized before them.

”Ah. I see you got the old place running. Now. This is just the upper levels of the place, and even that is mostly sealed” The demon appeared compltely unphazed by it all. He polished his sharp, talon like nails as he spoke. ”You did good I gotta say. SO did the others. Speaking of which.” He strolled over to the console, shoving Fox-Blade aside. ”lets see if that old thing still work.” He punched in some sort of sequence and one of the screens showing a old hangar space suddnely lit up. A car came crashing out of nowhere Then another.

”There. That's all of you. Good. I made a worthwhile investment” He mused and


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As Lucas, aka Emeral Sorcerer, drove a woman suffely materialized next to him in the car. IT was blueberry. She grabbed the wheel as to keep him from steering of the road in sheer surprise of his presence. ”Hello Emerald Sorcer. Good job on the goofer of a cape back there. Albeit you left Emo Bot on his own. He is currently suffering the consequences of Pro-Human, anti-robot police brutality.” She stopped and fished out a card with a note attached to it.

”Anyways. Don't freak but we're about to teleport.” She smiled at him, and poofed once more. Leaving his car smelling of blueberry and sulfur before a blinding white light swallowed everything.


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The cars both materialize inside a large hangar sized building. Dust and debris is everywhere around them. Meanwhile, the Lair group can watch trough the security cameras that the others have arrived in a rather spectacular fashion. Not only does the transporter allow the group to travel most anywhere it seems. Apperently It can also transport vehicles.

Brief investigation shows that it takes up a lot of energy to move two cars in such a brief time. That and you have no idea how broker did what he did, he seemed used to the technology, something you are not. The parts of the base not closer off consist of a kitchen, very spartan and sparse living quarters, a workshop that seems to be in dire need of cleanup up and rebuilding, a massive hangar and the control room you are currently standing in.

Supervillainy 101

woops

Supervillainy 101

Its allright. I should have a post up in the hour. You'll have a easier time writing for it I'm sure. Yoru charachter gets a bit hampered by direct action as her powerset is very different. It's understandable.

Superheroics 101

Post to come up tommorow fam. BE PREPARED

Mass Effect: Borealis

First person to offer the Drell sushi will have to lick his face and get high. Ok? Ok.

Supervillainy 101

Silly Snake Charmer. You are safe.

Post will likely be up tommorow. It should herd you all to the base, and set you up for some free mingling and charachter building as I prepare the next mission.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Posty post. I tuned him down a bit.

Mass Effect: Borealis

One can only crawl trough so many cramped spaces in ones life before it got a tad bothersome. Duros had well passed the bothersome stage several years ago while sneaking past C-Sec officers via a airwent. He grunted as he hit his head against another crisscrossing tube of wires. The swearing that escaped him was not that of his own people, rather it was a mix of krogan and turian. Most of his extra-species vocabulary had come courtesy of mercenaries and a poor choice in cross-species music. Finally, he reached his destination. Their cannon had no place on a ship such as this in the first place. It had been added in a later state and fitted to the underside of the damn thing by cutting into where the hull had been thickest and rigged it alongside the belly of the ship. Only problem with this, as Drono was experiencing, was that such a addition had to be reached from the outside. And that's why the Drell gunner was crawling about. It was a good thing he didn't have any claustrophobia, or he would likely be a whimpering mess at this point. As it were however, the drell was cursing fouler words by the minute and switching between languages. His target was the myriad of tubes that coiled around the base of the cannon,put there to quickly cool it after each mass accelerated shot. As far as a Mass Acceleration cannon went, it was the smallest of potatoes. But even a small gun was better then no gun.

Luckily, the tubes he found were mostly intact. All but for one. It had broken of from the main coolant dispenser and as he began to fasten the damn thing he noted the break was clean. He tried not to get to much of the super cold, blue liquid on himself. He might be wearing a protective suit and facial shield. It did not stop it from getting into tiny crevasses and cover him with cold blisters. He was just starting when the explosion rocked the hull, sending vibrations trough the hull and spilling coolant all over his hand. He quickly tore of the protective glove before it froze into hardness. He swore under his breath. Luckily, he brought more then one pair. He had worked with similar things before and knew the need for backup protection. While he was no mechanic, he was something of a weapon aficionado and had maintained the weapon systems back in the day. And the problem he was facing was nothing any smart, gun obsessed Drell couldn't fix.

Once satisfied with is work he bagan to crawl out. A process that had him crawl backwards, and hitting his head even more. ”This. This is why father said I should have studied” He murmured darkly, chuckling ever so softly. Once he was out, he shut the hatch and let himself hang in the harness, looking around, watching illium below. A smile curled on his lips. He wasn't your average Drell. He didn't feel any great need to be some Hanars pet murderer. He had been prepared for such a life before, true. But they had rejected him. What he had found instead, had been a world much more colorfull, much less restricted. And much, much less forgiving. His eyes closed, and the face of a Salarian flashed before his minds eye. Looking smug, staring down at him as he tried to move his arms in vain. That thought snapped him out of his reverie and he hauled himself up inside the Ship.

”Gun is good to go” He spoke into the Intercom. ”For now anyway. The fix is temporary and we lost maybe thirty percent in the coolant tank. But I don't expect to be shooting that thing alot just yet." He shook his head. "The thing is sloppy work to, they all but welded the thing and jury rigged it to draw from the Mass Core. Crazy stuff.” He let the intercom button go as he undid the harness and stretched. He headed for the Kitchen, thinking he might see if he can't get something to eat and get a better look at his new crew mates.

As he entered, he noted that he was not the first to arrive there. An Asari, looking as Asari did. That is attractive and likely to biotic kick his ass. His infatuation with a certein Asari singer aside, his attempts to socialize with them had ended poorly. There was also a was a Quarian, he had forgotten about that. A wry smile etched itself on his face. ”Heh. How do you like the bird?” He asked, referring to the ship. ”It might not be a great splendid one. But it got wings.” H

His eyes glanced at the Krogan busy rummaging trough the freezer. ”Find anything edible.” He then turned his head to the apparent chef.

”If you can make something not fish, I'd be grateful. I come from a water planet. I have seen enough fish to last me a lifetime.” He noted. He was relaxed, as relaxed as he could be around stranger anyway.

Mass Effect: Borealis

"We are going to omega"

Half the crew: "God fucking dammit"

Mass Effect: Borealis

I did look up Drells in any way I could though. They seem to really take to the races/cultures/societies around them. So much that their old religions are dying out in favor for other ones. Drono feels a big disconnect with the rest of his race and the Hanar, born from the resentment of not being elligable to be part of the Compact. He kind of surrogated it with obsessing over things not Drell and Hanar.

That. ANd most other Drell would likely think something was gravely wrong with Drono. I blame reliving getting shot in the back by his best friend far to often then is good for a person.

ANd no. HE won't be throwing human gangsta slang around .That was just me having some fun with ideas OOC xD