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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Chinatown Mob War: Started.

Any street level heroes in LH is invited to join.

@Hellis

Fletch might be pre-occupied with the current War-Pulse/Evergreen/Fletch team up, but if you want, I can post things related to Fletch i.e. have the Penose perhaps be an observer/participate.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Location: Chinatown, Lost Haven, Maine.

Ten minutes after leaving her motorbike, Fletch had made it to the rooftops close to where the dust and smoke originated from. Panting from all of the running and climbing she had to do, she rested behind the parapet of the building as she looked down at what was supposed to be the middle of a fight between two metahumans. As she looked, she noted that one of the metas had a silver and black suit and recognized the meta as War-Pulse, one of the metas that had helped the city during D-Day. The other meta that the mercenary was fighting was an unknown entity, though it does beg the question to Kayla’s mind: Why is War-Pulse duking it out with another meta in Lost Haven? She wasn’t even aware that there were other metas in the area, but there was only one thing in her mind in seeing these metas fighting each other, punching each other in the middle of the ruined street: I am so under equipped for this city.

It wasn’t long before the fight came to an abrupt end. The first thing Kayla noticed was the metal, drone-like objects appearing in the horizon. As they approached where the combatants were, one of the drones appeared to focus on the pair of them. Before she realized, a piercing sound erupted in the area, causing her to cover her ears and flinch. As she looked up to see what was happening, it was when the second drone deployed its own weapons. Her response to the weapons was abrupt, realizing what kind of weapons they were, ”Shit!” She began running away from the fight, not caring if she was seen or not as it would have been redundant if she was caught up in the explosion that came. The detonation started to level the building that she was on. Thinking fast, Fletch grabbed one of the grappling arrows and loaded it into her bow, attaching the loose strand of cable to the opening in the shaft of the arrow. Not even checking to see if the cable was secured to both the arrow and the cable-retracting mechanism on her arm, she drew and fired the arrow at a building across the street. As soon as she felt the grapple connected after detonating the small charge to destroy the shaft and launch the hook further, she sent the retractor into overdrive. She was yanked away from the building as it began to crumble underneath her feet. Due to the emergency of such a move, she collided with the building she was travelling to, causing her to groan in the impact. Fortunately for her, the building she arrived at was stable enough after the explosion to not crumble.

Looking up at the fight, she saw the van at the center of the explosion and the men grabbing the unknown meta. A few second later, the van began pulling away, going in the direction of… The Financial District? That small bit of information alone was enough to confuse the hell out of Fletch. If the men had been smart about it, they would have taken the bridge away from Chinatown and go to the next county. The Financial District was the least likely place where meta-kidnappers would have taken someone to. Whatever the case, seeing the destruction of the buildings, she needed to question War-Pulse. He was the only person who would know the details on what happened here and possibly why the occupants of the van took the other meta. However, she was unsure on how the meta would do once he regains consciousness. She drew an arrow from her quiver and drew it back, the sight aimed at the unconscious man. Slowly, she crept forward from where she stood, the let-off from the compound bow allowing her to hold the drawn bow with ease.

A load groan announced the return of War-Pulse to the world of the conscious, the mercenary groggily pushing his torso to a sitting position.

“Ugggh... talk about your explosive climaxes....” The mercenary growled to himself as he rubbed the back of his head, never one to lose his sense of humor. “Not exactly the way I pictured that fight ending, I was hoping for more of me winning and less finding myself underneath a pile of rubble...again...for like the fortieth time.”

Of course, this grumbling didn’t bely what had just happened. Not only had he failed to reign in the dangerous bioweapon, but something had managed to interfere with their fight as well, ending in her escape. With a strained grunt, the mercenary tugged a piece of rubble off of his lower half, hucking it into the burning piles now surrounding the crater in which he lay. It was rare for him to feel any sort of soreness, but the amount of fighting he had participated in had worn him severely, and it showed. His clothes were not much more than tattered rags, remnant of a pristine battlesuit now smudged with ash and dirt. His skin had held up considerably well, only minor bruising and cuts littering his body, his kinetically charged healing factor would hopefully allow him to recover within a few hours, slowed only by the mass amount of energy he had expended tangling with the young Racheli. Clearly Warden had not been exaggerating when he explained that the girl was extremely dangerous, everyone seemed to want her or wanted to protect her. What exactly had given her such power that even he would be taxed by it?

Of course, once he got to his feet, his attention quickly changed to the sight of another costumed vigilante, a young woman by the looks of it. She was garbed in orange and black, carrying a light load for easy travel, though the most peculiar feature was the bow she currently had drawn, now aimed squarely at his chest.

“Oh good, just when I thought I had my fill of costumed vigilantes.” The merc jeered loud enough for her to hear. “What, you coming in to get the kill steal and take me in? I just got exploded, Lego-lass, I don’t think the pinnacle of the stone age is going to put me down.”

Fletch paused her advance when the mercenary announced that he was conscious again. The entire time, she felt nervous, standing this close to someone who made her bow and arrows seem like a toy gun to a tank. She still kept the bow’s aim at him as he removed the rubble that was on top of him and getting up. What are you doing, Kayla? she thought to herself as the mercenary acknowledged that she was there. This is the kind of person that can snap you in half and not even blink. She didn’t hesitate when he spoke to her, keeping her cool as he jeered and tried to intimidate her. ”Well, considering that you did look extremely exhausted fighting that other meta before getting knocked out by a couple of high-tech drones, this pinnacle of the fucking stone age is a good enough of an insurance policy in case you went off on one.” She was cutting it a little bit close, seemingly goading the mercenary on to a confrontation. ”Besides, I think I would be the least of your worries considering the direction the van went.”

“Wait, there was a van?” War-Pulse said, his eyes widening in shock. The pieces began to click together, the sudden explosion becoming much clearer to what exactly had occurred. “That means...the explosion...that wasn’t a gas line popping...I got sucker punched by a third party!”

The Merc scoffed in annoyance, soccer kicking a dog-sized boulder down the street in frustration, the sidewalk getting chewed up at the rubble’s landing point with a loud thud. “I didn’t even get compensated for my hard work! Bastards probably let me soften her up to sweep her out from under me. How did I not see this coming in the city of Freaks, Geeks, and Demon Portals?”

He turned back to Fletch, who still had her guard up and her bow drawn, still ready for anything the unpredictable kinetic warrior was going to do. He gave her a steel glare, one that rang out his frustration at the current revelation. “So I’m going to go out on a limb here and you know which way the soon-to-be scrap metal and dead interlopers are, so I’ll be blunt. Tell me where they are so I don’t have to beat it out of you.”

“Yeah, there was a van,” Fletch responded to the mercenary’s question. Her thumb was relaxed, away from the trigger to the release aid. “I guess you didn’t notice that the person who you were fighting, whoever it was, is nowhere to be seen in this rubble.” As she listened to him rattle on about what she concluded was ‘the job’, she was keeping both eyes on him, trying to predict when he went off the handle and lunge at her. While yes he was much stronger and probably quicker than she is, but launching an arrow from a compound where it can reach its peak speed of 350ft/s in less than 2/10ths of a second at this distance, he would certainly feel it in the state he is in. But would it puncture his skin? That was something she didn’t know and, hopefully, won’t find out.

When she saw his gaze turn to her, feeling the frost coming from them, she remained calm. Yeah, she was nervous all the way down to her core from the mercenary, but she needed to retain her focus on the steps of her shot cycle. As his viable threat was said, she slowly brought her thumb to the trigger and slowly squeezed the muscles in her shoulders, ready to shoot if he makes a move.

“Owww….my head…” Groaning could be heard in an alleyway as a figure lied slumped against a wall. On closer inspection, it turned out to be the plant-based hero Evergreen...and needless to say, he looked in pretty rough shape. One of his arms was just gone, leaving a stump where it once was, much of his plant-like body had a wilted, dried-up look to it, and there were a number of gouges all over his body.

He was having a tough time recalling what had happened with that fight against the merc and his technopath friend. Had he won? Well, he was alive, that was a start...but he couldn’t see Nemesis anywhere...did this mean he had failed to protect her? His reserves were running close to empty and he needed some sunlight...fast. Despite his blurry vision, he managed to make out some rays of sunlight peeking out over the rooftops.

For a moment, he just lied there, staring, as the sun came up...before groaning, “Where the heck were you when I needed you like an hour ago…? Nevermind…” He dragged himself over to the spot where the sun’s rays had landed...and almost immediately, he felt his strength coming back. The wilted sections of him became rejuvenated to a more healthy shade of green as the gouges in him started to slowly close up. He focused and the stump where his arm once was grew out and reformed into a new limb.

After flexing it to get a feel, he let his cloak reform as he finished adjusting everything, “Not quite a hundred percent, but it’ll have to do...yo Gaia?”

A groan could be heard next to him as her spirit self formed next to him, yawning, “Ughh...ah, about time you came around, partner. Now, let’s go find that girl before she causes more trouble for us…” The plant man nodded and scaled his way to the rooftops before taking a look around the area.

Evergreen actually winced at the destruction, “Ohhh….something tells me Nemesis had a hand in all this..”

“Wow, your deductive skills are truly amazing. You sure you’re not related to Sherlock Holmes?” Gaia snarkily remarked which caused her partner to roll his eyes.

They headed towards a particularly large cloud of smoke...and down below they saw a crater where a certain mercenary was standing, facing off with a person whom looked like a modern version of Robin Hood...and by the looks of it, things were about to get ugly. Not if he got anything to say about it.

“Alright, I think that’s enough!” The plant warrior called out from the rooftop where he stood before swooping down on a pair of wings and morphing his arms into shields as he landed between the two individuals.

As a third voice rang through the tense air, Kayla relaxed again, thumb shooting away from the trigger. This had been a good thing as the person behind the voice came into view between her line of sight with the mercenary. It was a good thing her thumb flew off of the release aid trigger as the newcomer had a startling appearance of the wings being made of plants. The shield that was facing her would have taken the arrow without any problems, but it was something she definitely wouldn’t do as it would had been perceived as an attack. God knows what would have happened to her then.

The mercenary’s face scrunched up into a bitter scowl when the plant warrior called out his entrance. “Oh great, you’re still here. I was hoping ol’ tinbucket could take care of you, but apparently technology hasn’t conquered mother nature yet!”

“Look...I got no idea what’s going on right now but we all need to relax! And to give you an incentive….LOOK AROUND YOU!!!” He suddenly roared, pointing to the destroyed scenery.

“I think I speak for all of us when I say we’ve caused enough damage to the city for one day...so you got a choice...either zip your lips and listen, or both of you go through me...your choice.”

Pointing the bow down to the plant man’s feet, she relaxed the compound bow, the strength yanking the string to the string stopper. ”I hadn’t been here for what caused the damage and the bow was for my safety in case he went off once he gained his consciousness,” she responded to the plant man, releasing the aid from the D-loop and placing the arrow back in her quiver. She then turned to War-Pulse ”Besides, I would be glad to give you the information about the van that took whoever you were fighting as I was nearly caught in the blast.”

A tense silence followed after both Evergreen and the bow wielding woman had their say, the force of nature flitting his icy glare between the two vigilantes. Then, in a deep huff, his face seemed to relax, his frown melting from tense to defeated as his body drooped slightly, the signs of exhaustion more evident now as a weary admission left him.

“All right, fine.” He scoffed, “We’ll play this your way, Greenpeace...for now.”

With those words, he took a brief hop to get out of the crater he had currently been embedded in, turning his attention to the destruction. “Though...as much as I want to know where that van went and what it looked like...cops are probably going to show up within minutes and I’m a few solid explosions from being out here in my birthday suit. I’d say we leave Lost Haven’s lovely new national monument of destroyed buildings and high tail it to somewhere less conspicuous.” He turned his attention back to the other vigilantes. “Either one of you got a ballin’ secret hideout we can crash in?”

“...Huh…” The plant man scratched the back of his neck, looking a little surprised with how easily he’d managed to get them to listen, “That was actually way easier than I thought it would be...guess I’m better at this negotiating thing than I gave myself credit for…” He took a look around the area before waving to the others, “I wouldn’t exactly call it a “hideout” but I do have a place where we can lay low and work out a plan. Trust me, it’s the last place anyone would think to look for us. Also…”

At this, he addressed Pulse, “I got some stuff back at my place that you can use to patch yourself up...and you look like you need something to refuel with anyhow.” True, he was taking a gamble by letting the merc in on his turf, but for the time being they were on the same side. Besides, desperate times called for desperate measures. Evergreen was going to get Rach back...and there was no force on Earth, within the Earth, or above it, that would stop him from doing so.

Fletch seemed to be at ease when the mercenary agreed with the notion about leaving the place before people came to the scene. All the meanwhile, she followed the events that led to the explosion, keeping track of the van details that she would then relay to the group. Unbeknownst to the two metas, she blushed slightly when the mercenary mentioned about being close to being ‘in his birthday suit’. It was more because she felt embarrassed about the thoughts that came from him mentioning it. Nevertheless, the plant-manipulating meta suggested going back to his place. ”That sounds fine with me,” she commented, confirming that she would tag along. Suggesting her place would have been a pain as it was on the other side of Lost Haven and the risk of Mia walking in seeing both of them in her apartment as well as her in this outfit. That would be difficult to talk myself out of it. However, she needed to get to the plant man’s place. ”I’ll need to get my bike though, but I do agree that we need to work out a plan to deal with whoever caused this. Especially when the people I saw at the scene might have seen me in the aftermath.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hey to all the higher ups of the RP. Just a heads up that I've modified Fletch's CS to remove the stats of Kayla in her mech form. I need to rework on those stats and think that they are not needed at this moment in time as the suit hasn't been activated yet.

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Ponder on the Past IV: A Man Out of Time

Time: What is supposed to be Midday, 200 years in the future
Location: Settlement 149, what was once Pine Bluff, Arkansas

The Wanderer worked on the machine over the course of the night. He had been familiar with the workings of the machine his father made for the purpose of going back in time, but to work on it was taking time. Sure, dismantling the part of the machine where the fuel was supposed to go was simple enough, but to get it all back together and to fit with the length of the fuel rod that he brought back from Arkansas Nuclear One, that was something that took some time. But he finished it, exhausted from the concentration needed to ‘tweak’ the machine. Sitting back down in the chair, he rewatched the message his father left behind, more importantly to the information about where everything started to spiral out of control in the past. I’m… about to go to the past? was the only question that went through his mind. He didn’t know what to expect from the past, seeing as there were little texts from the local library that had survived these years. I wonder what the past would be like? Is there actual tree life in the world? Is there less fighting in the world? These were all questions that ran through his mind. The more he thought about it, the more… excited he was. Sure, it’s a terrifying change from the life he has lived so far, but there was nothing left here for him to be anchored to.

His rambling thoughts were changed when he heard movement in the main power room. Thinking the mutants were back to wipe out any of the people that weren’t there at the first attack, The Wanderer slowly got up from the chair, his revolver in his hand ready to shoot once he entered the room. Taking a deep breath, he burst through the door. On the other side was not a mutant. It was something much worse. “All this is your fault, Mutant!” The frame of The Officer stood in the doorway, with two of his personal entourage in the room, assault rifles trained on him. “That would have been what I would have said if I had been there. Alas, I can now say that one of our own betrayed us, killing all the civilians in here.” Throughout the settlement leader’s taunts The Wanderer was shaking with fury, the thoughts of the lone hand in the doorway prevalent in his mind. “You leaving a few days ago had been awfully convenient for my plans, makes the transition all the sweeter. However, I see that the loose end of this string is still around seeing as the men I sent to kill you are not here.”

”All of this just to get back to me?” The Wanderer spat at The Officer, fury within his eyes. ”You slaughtered all the men, women and children in this place just to get to me? You are more pathetic than I had anticipated.”

“Of course I didn’t do all of this just for you. Of course, you’d think that I’d do all of this because of you. But I have to admit… your abilities intrigued me.” That took the mutant by surprise. “You think you were so handy with the little amount of, now what was it called… psionics? Well, you were not the only being who has knowledge of them and it just so happened that I would have been capable of wielding them. However, my ‘benefactor’ told me the price. A hundred of people or so was a little cost. They even offered to throw in the Behemoth to help wipe out a particular problem for free, so much for a freebie. No matter, you will not live long enough to see this place become a mutant paradise!”

As The Officer finished his spiel, the entourage began firing. The Wanderer didn’t take long for his own psionics to activate and was speeding towards the first one, landing a solid punch onto the man’s chest with enough force to crush the man’s ribs. However, the punch connected with a little thud. The entourage seemed to have been a part of whatever deal their leader was offered and had gained mutant abilities as well. This became apparent when a punch was thrown to his chest that caused him to stagger. It hadn’t been enough to overcome the enhanced strength his psionics gave him, but it was enough to leave a bruise in its place. ”Well, seems you wanted your men to be modelled after me,” The Wanderer chuckled, his voice audible to The Officer. ”Well, I do remember a book from the library having a nice quote: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.” Finishing the quote, he sped up to the punching man and grabbed him by his garments. Using the full force of his strength, he threw the man at the other one, both of them hitting the wall with a loud clang. Without breaking stride, he raised his arm and fired a beam at them, incinerating them before they had the chance to get back up.

The Officer gritted his teeth, taken aback by the relentlessness of his nemesis and, supposedly, a new ability. “Curse you, Mutant! I suppose I better finish you off.” Much like The Wanderer did moments ago, the man raised his hand and fired a beam at him, seemingly hitting the man at full force. The dust from the room flew up into the air, making the room seem turbid in air quality.

Thinking that he had finally vanquished, The Officer trembled when the dust cleared and The Wanderer remained standing, his left hand creating a barrier between them. ”Seems your benefactor hasn’t told you about the extent of psionics now, didn’t it?” The Officer, seeing how outmatched he now was, began to stumble out of the room, but a blast to his back slammed him against the wall opposite the power room entrance. Getting back up onto his feet, he didn’t know what hit him when he was whipped around and pain erupted in his right chest. Looking through now broken glasses, he saw The Wanderer had another ability showing – his psionic blade – piercing through the right side of his nearly-collapsed chest. ”And one more thing, child killer. Mutant is such a derogatory term to me. Just call me by my other nickname, one that you’d be familiar with: The Psionic Warrior.” With his nemesis seemingly vanquished, The Wanderer deactivated his psionics, allowing the man to collapse into a heap, and walked back into the office.

Moments to get everything ready, the mutant was ready, strapping himself into the machine. Beforehand, he attached a bracelet-like devise to his left arm. He remembered everything his father told him about the machine before learning about the possible fuel problem that he got sent out to do. ”This device is to help you confirm that you arrive at the correct time that is set to the machine. This should be fine after you teleport to the past, but metals like your revolver will be superheated and can burn through anything if it hasn’t melted on the other side.” He also remembered one thing about the machine that would deter any man. ”While we do have the coordinates and the machine should be able to get you back in time, there is a huge chance that with the power needed to send you back will be spent and you’d be unable to get back here. And we can’t get that much power from the power room here. In summary…” ”Well… let’s see if this hunk of junk works.” Without another word, he pressed the button and closed the capsule. He hears the machine whir up in power and sees the display showing the machine building up energy. After a while, the machine suddenly stopped making any sound and everything seemed to be frozen in place. Thinking that the machine didn’t work and that there was nothing he could do to stop the nightmare he was in, sparks started flying everywhere in the power room as things started to explode. Shortly afterwards, a bright blue light stung his eyes as his conscious and subconscious simply melted away into nothing.
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Meanwhile…

Time: Present day, time unknown.
Location: On a planet somewhere in the galaxy.

This galaxy has a lot of prospects. On a planet where the sky was, unlike Earth, had red skies in the middle of the day and the folia was orange in leaves to absorb the light coming onto the planet, a wolf-like creature was standing on the edge on what was the equivalent of a forest, the trees being fungi in appearance. Unlike a lot of the creatures seen on this planet, this wolf seemed to be on fire, blue flames covering its entire body. It looked all around to observe the creatures that roamed the planet, the majority of them primitive in appearance. Even the more intelligent species were primitive, using crude weapons to try and chase others around the meadow. This planet doesn’t seem ready yet to have my gifts.

The wolf looked towards the sky, as if something got its attention. Without a trace, it disappeared from the edge of the forest. It reappeared later several thousand meters from the surface of the planet, its black eyes scanning the vast darkness in front of it. It seems that something is coming to this very time, it thought to itself, eyes focusing on something in the darkness. There’s a planet that looks like it’s about to receive something big to it. It paused for a moment. This planet… Earth. Seems that there are a group of beings on it that are capable of feats that transcends above the main population. It paused again, concentrating on something. It suddenly chuckled. And it looks like these beings had fought back against Umbraxis. That’s something that it will never let down. This will require some observations. Now judging by the distance, it looks like it’ll be some time before I reach the planet’s vicinity. What this planet would call 2 weeks.... I suppose I could do with the travel time to get more information on this curious planet. Not before long, it began to run, charging off into the unknown and leaving a blue and red trail in its wake.
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Time: Present Day, Early Evening
Location: Near the Esper Estate, Pacific Point

The sun was waning towards the end of the day, though still high up in the sky to keep the sky blue. As the wind gently whistled through the leaves on what was once the Esper Family estate, a point in the nearby wood had shone a bright blue light. As the light faded, The Wanderer appeared, collapsing onto the ground. As it took a moment for him to get to his senses, the various tones of green was the first thing he noticed when he regained his vision. Then, as his sound returned, his hearing was filled with the chirping birds of the summer evening. As he got up, he touched the living grass that he was lying on, his eyes looking around in wonder. Being the first experience in the past, he was taking in what he thought was utopia, seeing living trees and flowers for the first time. While he did think about pinching himself to see whether he was dead or not, the intense heat from the revolver was enough. ”I’ve made it back,” he croaked, his mouth seemingly dry from the journey.

Before he got carried away, he looked at the device that was on his left arm. The time on the device seemed to match at least the position of the sun in the sky and judging by the warm air, it looked like he was also in the ball park of the day and month. However, he was not sure on the year. As he got up, ne notices a building through the trees, recognizing it from the former picture he had seen in the news article. It looks like this is the Esper family estate, he thought. His mind steeled itself back to the reason why he was back here in the first place. He remembered reading that the Espers were powerful people that had psychokinetic abilities, so they might be aware of his sudden appearance on their estate. He made his way through the wood to get a closer look.

However, as he drew closer, the sinking feeling started to fill his stomach. The building looked damaged from what seemed to be a battle, with plastic tape still surrounding the building. He left the wood and walked through the damaged door. Looking through the wreckage, his heart sank as he sees the outlines of where the family had perished. He looked up at the clock, though the cracked face didn’t help with his time dilemma. Walking through the building, untouched from the destruction, he looked and saw the date and time that was on one of the clocks. Apart from the few minutes he had been here, the time the teleporter was set too worked. But The Wanderer looked worried. The Esper Family was to be in peril next year, yet they were already dead. Did something change in the timeline? was now the main question in his mind. He needed answers and he needed them soon. If the family’s death was the starting point of the chain of events that led to the apocalypse of his time, then something had triggered the events much sooner and he needed to find what caused this and fast. He walked out of the damaged doors and looked on at the city that was nearby. ”Somewhere in this city, someone has the answers to what has happened here and who did this.” Without another word, he walked on the lawn of the estate and began to approach the city, the name Pacific Point unknown to him.

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Ponder on the Past III: The Call of The Mother

Time: What is supposed to be Midnight, 200 years in the future
Location: What was once Pine Bluff, Arkansas

The journey back to Settlement 149, unlike the journey from it, had been relatively straightforward. The Humvee had been more durable over the fissures and raised tarmac than the motorbike had been. That plus The Wanderer would have struggled to get the fuel rod back to the settlement just with the bike, so the attempted murder that The Officer orchestrated was in a way convenient. Still, the nerve of the man trying to get him killed had gotten underneath The Wanderer’s skin. As the light was failing, the sight of Pine Bluff was seen in the near distance, which would have pleased the Mutant. However, the failing light had shown smoke rising from the city, which is of concern. With little to hasten him, he pushed down on the pedal and moved quickly to get to his destination.

When he arrived, the slight fear he had about where the smoke was coming from had been realized; during his absence, Settlement 149 had been attacked. The mutants must have found this place by chance or someone in the settlement got sloppy, The Wanderer thought as he got out of the Humvee. Grabbing the fuel rod, he rushed through the main entrance to the settlement. The sight of torn bodies and the gore had turned his stomach, the first time in a while he had seen something this severe. The further in he went, it was clear that the mutants had ravaged at least the upper- to mid-levels of Settlement 149. The majority of the bodies found were the men, leaving a glimmer of hope that the women and children were at least spared from this horrible attack. But he needed to know for sure. He reached the power room, the bodies here had been smelling due to the increased heat. Stepping over unrecognizable limbs and heads, he reached towards a door, the sign ‘Engineer’s Office’. Unlike most of the doors he’s seen on the way down, this door had a few dents but it hadn’t been busted through. Punching through one of the dents, the mutant opened the door and stepped in. The room had been clear of blood and bodies, which was a good sign. The machine in the corner, looking more elaborate than anything else in the power room, or the entire settlement, remained dormant and slightly dirtied from the dust that had been gathering. The Wanderer placed the fuel rod beside the machine and walked back out, slamming the door shut so no one of human strength could get through.

For the next hour, the mutant had ventured further down into Settlement 149, getting lost along the way. This is the first time in a long while since he had been down this far in this place. This was one of the conditions that were made by The Commander in order for him to return from exile since he had gained the mutation and the abilities to use psionics. However, the man was now as dead as the majority of the men in this place. The good news he had seen was that the further down he went, the gore and limbs went down as well. Hope had been rising for the women and children. That was, until the smell started to rise. He reached the bottom level of Settlement 149 and the smell of copper in the air had increased. Going through the rooms, his boots clanging on the metal floor, he reached the final door. However, he didn’t dare to open it. Congealed blood oozed from the partially open door, a small arm propping the door open. The Wanderer did everything in his power to keep his stomach from flipping over on itself. But the thought of all the innocent women and children being herded into this room, where the only exit was a single ladder to the surface closed by a latch, had made it very difficult to keep it in check. Dejected from imagining the slaughter, the mutant made his way to the office in the power room.

Once back in the office, he slumped into the chair, this index finger and thumb pressing gently in the corner of his eyes on either side of the bridge of his nose. I need to fix this future so no one can suffer this fate, he thought, sinking into the chair. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a flashing red light on one of the consoles, leading to a small screen. Moving the office chair to the screen, he noticed the light was next to a button. Thinking that it was a message left by someone, most likely his father, he pressed the button, lighting up the small screen to begin what was the message.

The view of the message looked like it was made in the main power room. The view was dominated by the face of the Engineer – his father – as the workers in the power room were scrambling. The man looked on either side of him, worry apparent on his face, before looking to the screen that was there. “Listen, my son,” he started, his voice cracking under the nervous emotion that he was feeling. “We don’t have much time. Hours after you have left to go to Arkansas Nuclear One, a mutant raiding party had found the vehicle depot and is storming through the site as we speak. The Officer has disappeared shortly after the mutants had arrived and ordered the women and children down below and from judging by the cameras, he had blocked the only escape for them…”

”That coward…” The Wanderer muttered, gritting his teeth in anger.

”… so far, no one has a clue on how to leave this place in one piece without the mutants responding. But one thing we have observed from them is this. The mutants are organized. They didn’t stumble onto the vehicle depot by accident. It is as if something knows that we are he-“ The power room shook like that seen in an earthquake, everyone visible to the camera falling to the ground. A loud, but dull, groan emanated through the room as if something large was close by the power room.

”There’s something large underground?”

”We think that whatever made that sound is controlling these mutants, maybe more of them. It appeared to be huge. But to the point of the message: I think I have found the beginning of the chain of events that created the time we are living in now.” The engineer pulled up a newspaper clipping. How it had survived was a mystery, but on it the large words ‘THE ESPER FAMILY ESTATE DESTROYED: FAMILY KILLED’. “From the looks of this article, dated October 23 2017, this might be the event that had started everything. Events after this started to become more common, ranging from city blocks to whole cities…” As he was saying this, he was showing more articles, main stories ranging from ‘LA STRIP DESTROYED: SOURCE UNKNOWN’ to ‘A CITY IN RUIN: LOST HAVEN DESTROYED’. “… Being destroyed by some creature. Using some of the power in Settlement 149, I have been able to set a date and time on the machine so you can go back months before this day to find and destroy whatever starts these events.”

Large banging sounds could be heard in the room, with everyone in the room rushing to the only entrance in. “You know what to do. Go back then, find whatever started all of this and bring an end to this nightmare. You might still be alive as a time fragment once the mission is completed, so I want you to live out the rest of your days in the peace I know you deserve.” The engineer looked down, eyes welling up at a fate that has been sealed. “Even though I have not said this to you before you left, I could not be more proud of you of the man you have become, mutation or not. If only your mother was here to see you become the champion that we will need in this desperate time. I love you, my son…” Men started to fly from the entrance to the power room before a large hand grabbed the engineer’s head. Static appears a second after that.

By the time the message had finished, The Wanderer started to fight through the tears. He started slamming his fist down onto the console, however not as strong as he usually does it as to not break the console. ”You didn’t have to go out like that. Not because of some coward refusing to do his goddamn job!” After a few moments, he got up from the chair and looked at the machine. However, he was once back into it when the earthquake came. The now more audible groan could be heard, similar to that of a whale underwater. Much like the recording, this sounded very close. ”Well, I don’t have much time before you come back and learn that someone is here. I best get this machine ready. Time to bring this fucking nightmare to an end.”

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Ponder on the Past II: Monster Mash at Nuclear One/Betrayal 149

Time: What is supposed to be Midnight, 200 years in the future
Location: What was once Arkansas Nuclear One, Arkansas

The sun started to set over the mountains of Holla Bend National Wildlife Refuge, crimson red colouring the sky. In the fading sunlight, the dark outline of the nuclear power station, known hundreds of years ago as Arkansas Nuclear One, towered over the entranceway. The cooling tower had been broken through the center of it running north-south, the steam that it once produced long since been gone. The remaining buildings that were a part of the facilities were a mixture of complete rubble and ruins, vegetation coming out of windows and doors. While it looks abandoned, who knows what secrets and dangers lie within, The Wanderer thought, the motorbike that he travelled on silent. While he did manage to get to the power station before nightfall, the journey had been tough. The unforgiving sun had baked the roads so much that fissures completely damaged them and the ground around them. Even with his teleportation abilities to get over the tricky ones, it had been slow going and the fuel that was in the bike ran out shortly after turning off of the I-40, walking-teleporting for an hour with the bike in tow. While it was kind of useless now, he did want to bring the bike back to Settlement 149. But for now, he needed to find where the power source for the machine back at the settlement. That means going through the building and looking for where the nuclear fuel rods are and bringing one back.

Moving the bike to the nearest building, The Wanderer parked the bike up and walked up to the entrance of the building. The entrance was partially filled in with a dead tree trunk that had grown through the steps leading up to it. In another life, you would have become a magnificent tree, he thought, saddened at the sorry-looking flora. Clenching his right hand, he focused on the tree. He raised the clenched hand up and began opening it. The purple flames returned, covering his forearm. A moment later, a beam surged from the palm of his hand, the purple flames dying down and blowing back from the method. The beam left a hole between the left entranceway and the left side of the trunk, splintered wood scattered all over the floor inside. Without reaching for any source of light, he walked through the new opening into the darkness inside.

Inside, the immediate area around The Wanderer was illuminated, seemingly originating from him. The walls, cracked and caked with dust and dirt, was illuminated to a near-white with a hint of purple in the light. Inside, the corridors were barren, disintegrating boxes and furniture scattered all over the floor. There were some skeletal remains of the unfortunate workers, the fabric of the clothing thread-bare and appearing like it could crumble with a mere touch. ”Poor souls,” were the only words he could mutter. The events that led to the creation of the wastelands had killed billions of people around the world, though what had caused it was unknown to people today. Well, that what it had seemed at Settlement 149 as the people there had no passed-down knowledge of what had happened. The deeper he went into the facility, the greater the sadness of the long-forgotten past grew. However, everything that was around him was only seen through his left eye. Through his right, waves of purple energy were around, the waves appearing calm. While he was still being alert for whatever awaits him in this catacomb, he wasn’t on edge from anything in his immediate vicinity.

When he reached what seemed to be the generator room, numerous metal stairs filling the room to reach the top of the generators, the purple waves seen in his right eye began to ripple. Something is here, he thought, standing still when he first saw the state of the waves change. His left hand was outstretched while his right was clenched tight. Looking around to see where the source of the energy came from, he slowly walked into the open area. Unlike sound waves, the psionic waves did not bounce around in the abandoned grounds, so the source of the waves would be easier to find. However, this particular source was hard to find, especially as the ripples seemed to never end. Unless… He scanned around the room, seeing nothing, before looking up to the ceiling. It was then he saw it. While his left eye saw nothing but the dark shapes, his right eye sees nearly-white shapes through the purple waves. The creatures, most likely mutants, were resting on the ceiling and they were probably aware of his presence. If they were, they had not reacted to him yet as both he and them remained motionless. Sensing nothing coming from either side, The Wanderer made his move, slowly moving towards the other side of the room, following where the old steam pipes come from.

Once at the doorway out of the generator room, his left hand reached out to grab for the handle when a large ripple was seen in his right eye. Before he could react, a large hand grabbed him by the scruff of his coat’s collar. Whatever was behind him was large and the force of the throw away from the door suggested as such. As he was launched over the railing to the ground below, both his left and right eye saw his assailant; an 8ft Behemoth. A Behemoth was the end result of both psionic and nuclear radiation of extreme doses affect a large group of people, forcing them into a hulking mass of muscle, heads of the former people scattered around the body. However, the two sets of gigantic arms were very distinctive as numerous tumours were strewn across the surface. The impact of the fall had hurt the comparatively diminutive man was loud enough that it woke up the beings that were on the ceiling. However, as they see the Behemoth in the room, they began to fly away, human-skinned wings flapping straight for the opening in the ceiling. Once the winged mutants were gone, The Wanderer got up off of the ground, looking in the direction of the slow-approaching giant. Through the years of training, he knew a common weakness of the Behemoths: No matter what their design, their large mass had made them extremely slow. They do, however, make up for this disadvantage by the sheer strength and though hide, where in some places had scale patches that were tougher than titanium. Another weakness of theirs was the lack of psionics, despite them being formed by large psionic radiation. Something which suited The Wanderer well.

Getting into a fighting stance, the purple flames returned. Instead of covering his forearm, the flames licked all over his body, the flames small but intense in light. That was not the only thing that The Wanderer had done. On his right forearm, a large gauntlet of purple psionics formed, giving off an appearance of glass. The gauntlet ran down the length of his forearm and formed a disk over his hand. Jutting out from where the fist is, a large, pointed blade formed, a meter in length and made of the same material. Once ready, he ran forward, running faster at a much higher speed than what was suggested for his gear and frame. Pushing off of the ground, he launched himself into the air as he thrusted the weapon towards the mutant’s chest. Unfortunately for him, the beast reacted at a much quicker speed than he had anticipated. The large arms swatted him to the side, crashing through the wall to an office space.

Groaning, The Wanderer got back to his knees and looked as the Behemoth was lurching towards him. Once again, he ran towards the giant, his boots audible on the metal catwalk. As the monster swung at him again, the man ducked underneath the arms, sliding through its legs while the psionic blade slashed at its groin area. However, as The Wanderer had suspected, the blade bounced off at where the legs meet, the scale plate undamaged from the blow. Getting back onto his knees, he slashed at the back of the Behemoth’s knees, the blade cutting through flesh and bone. Unlike what a creature of its stature, the giant let out a high-pitched wail as it sank onto the catwalk, the tendons on where the cuts were severed from the blow. Making no time for the beast to heal and get back up, the man ran to the door he had reached for, opening it during the mad dash. However, instead of running through it, he turned and raised his right arm to the area of the ceiling above the giant, the blade disappearing. A second later, a beam was fired from his palm. Unlike what happened with the tree in the entrance, he closed his hand while the beam came from his hand. As the fingers touched the beam, the front most point of the beam exploded. The force of the explosion rocked the room. The aged ceiling groaned before it started to collapse on itself. It was then The Wanderer ran through the door. The ceiling fell around, the concrete panels collapsing on and around the Behemoth, burying it underneath the rubble.

Reaching to the reactor room, The Wanderer collapsed onto a nearby control console. His body ached from the hits he took from the beast. That was something he could never get used to, no matter the number of time he has faced those creatures. It was a shame that the man who had taught him on how to take Behemoths out, calling himself Mick the Beast Killer, had been killed by one such creature, ripped in two in a solo hunting trip for the scales they had. As he remained on the top of the console, he looks to the storage room where he thought he saw sign for where the fuel was. While he could check to see if any of the rods were there, he thought otherwise as he fell into darkness, the pain and mental exhaustion exceeding his capacities together.
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Time: What is supposed to be Mid-afternoon, 200 years in the future
Location: What was once Arkansas Nuclear One, Arkansas

The next day, The Wanderer woke up. The room was still dark, but the sunlight that come from the cracks through the facility crept through them, brightening the areas where his aura is unable to reach. Rubbing his eyes, he slid off of the console and walked to the fuel storage room door. He reached for the handle and tried, unsuccessfully, to open it. Letting go, he punched through the door, grabbing the handle on the other side so he could rip it out of the door. Going through the newly-opened room, his left eye stung as bright light filled his vision. As his eyes adapted to the light, part of the ceiling had collapsed, the dented generators seen in the daylight. Cursing under his breath, he began searching through the containers to find an open one to drag an unused fuel rod out. Minutes later, he had found what he was looking for and it was lugged over his right shoulder, his right arm and hand cradling it. The rod had a lot of weight to it, but his mutant side had made the object seem like it was a baseball bat. Walking back through the rubble of the generator room, he noticed that there was a crater where the Behemoth was, suggesting that the beast had survived the cave in and was searching for him. Luckily for him, the creatures also had a lack of a sense of smell, despite the number of heads that it had.

Reaching the car park, walking through the gap that he created the day before, he took a few steps before he stopped. On the other side, a group of men stood, assault rifles raised and pointing at him while protecting the Humvee they came here with. It took him a moment before he realized he recognized a couple of them and not by the ‘149’ permanent marker insignia that was on the sleeves. ”Relax, it’s just me,” he started, raising his left hand to show that he recognized him. However, when they did not respond back to him and kept the guns trained at him, he knew that they were not here to help him. ”I see… Well, I’ll certainly have a word with him when I get back…

Before he could finish, the men began firing at him. I guess they forgot who I am, The Wanderer thought, looking at them with an unamused look on his face. With his free left hand, he conjured a near-invisible wall in front of him. Some of the bullets ricocheted off of it, but the majority struck the wall and fell onto the ground, flattened by the impact. Before he could launch an attack of his own, two of the men was suddenly grabbed by the bloodied Behemoth he fought with the night before. With each of its arms, it grabbed both ends of the men and ripped them in half, some of the joints popping before the muscles tore up. “Jesus Christ!” the supposed leader of the assassination group yelped before firing at the beast. The bullets had little effect from where they were hitting as the beast tore through the men and flipped abandoned cars as it gave chase.

Wasting little time, seeing that this beast will be causing him problems in him leaving the place, he propped the fuel rod against the Humvee and began firing beams at the beast’s back, causing it to stumble. As the purple flames flickered all over his body again, he walked up to the beast and fired a body shot to the creature’s left side, sending it crashing through the cooling tower. Giving it no time to get back up, he fired another beam in the gap the creature left behind, detonating it again. This explosion was larger than the one he detonated during the night, the tower’s foundations giving way and causing the giant structure to collapse in on itself. Dust flew everywhere as the tower fell, truly crushing the Behemoth under tonnes of concrete and steel.

As he walked away from where he stood to where the fuel rod was, he noticed the leader slumped against the car. The man didn’t get away from the beast in time and had been struck, his broken body in the crater in the side of the van that he was propped up against. Blood was coming out of his mouth, suggesting that his lungs had been punctured by the impact. While the majority of his bones had been broken by the impact, the soldier feebly raised his left hand towards the man he had tried to kill just moments ago. “Help… me” he wheezed, his raised arm shaking from the sheer strain of keeping it up there.

The Wanderer, instead of assisting the man, reached with his right hand for the holster that was on his left hip. From there, he drew a slightly rusted revolver, a small scope and laser pointer attached with duct tape across the barrel. ”You tried to kill me, no doubt orders from The Officer,” he rebuked. In one swift motion, before the injured soldier had a chance to beg for his life, he turned the revolver on the man’s head and fired. The bullet impacted his head and the sound of the bullet fragments and bone firing through the plastic body of the car. He immediately placed the revolver back into the holster and began loading the fuel rod into the Humvee.

”Now it is time for me to have a word with that bastard.”

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<Snipped quote by GamerXZ>

I'd say yes, considering that evergreen was left in a bit of a grey area since he was supposed to be fighting equilibrium all this time

@NeutralNexus

I'd be fine with that too.

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Ponder on the Past I: Search for the Power Source

Time: What is supposed to be Midday, 200 years in the future
Location: What was once Pine Bluff, Arkansas

The sun started to rise on the planes of Arkansas. The yellow glow of the sun revealed the dying grasses of what was once the lowlands of the Natural State. From the planes, Pine Bluff looks like a ruined city, each of the buildings weathered from the destruction of an event a long time ago. The roads throughout the city were cracked with gigantic fissures, the troughs of the ground gathering the dust and dry dirt from the planes as the constant, strong northwesterly winds. Very few creatures could be seen on the streets, even though the light started to brighten up the buildings around. Somewhere in the center of the city, there was some activity within the ruined structures. Inside was one of the few settlements in the country, hidden away in the nuclear bunkers that were built at some point before the Cataclysm occurred. The settlement, known only as Pine Bluff Settlement 149, was the largest in the city and had been fortified to prevent the nightmares that roamed the ruined world.

Inside Settlement 149, people were rushing across the bunker as the beginning of the day occurred. The dwellers of the settlement each had a job to do. Some went into the heart of the bunker to work on drawing the groundwater in order for everyone to have their own rations for the day as water was scarce. Some wander out through the thick, steel doors to tend to the hardy sorghum crops that would grow in this world. Some other were either with the farmers or at the main entranceway with improvised, bladed weapons that were forged from the bunker. Then, there were a few men at the heart of the bunker, keeping the power levels at sustainable levels to make sure everything works like clockwork. The latter job was especially important as if the power were to go out and the creatures on the outside world attacked, the dwellers would be wiped due to the creature’s superiority in the dark. But the dwellers had one weapon that the creatures didn’t have full knowledge over. And that weapon was inside the power room.

At the heart of the power room, two men were talking. One of the men were scrawny, disheveled glasses crossing his face as he was typing onto the console with dirtied, torn brown fingerless gloves. The heat of the room meant that his sweat was saturating the engineer clothes he had on: a white t-shirt in denim overalls and a brown engineer’s coat over it. The other man, apart from the sweat following the creases of the burnt half of his face, looked on sternly at the computer screen. The brown jacket hid the grey armour underneath, but the jeans shown to be dirty from the numerous journeys in the outside world. “… in summary, we are still short on power to run the machine,” the engineer summarized, turning away from the screen to look at the other man for the response.

”That’ll just mean that I’ll need to head out again and get a bigger power supply,” the man responded, shrugging at the problem. His eyes, one dark blue and one milky white, turned to look at the man he was discussing the project with. ”It’s not like that I have done the journey before. Already been to the nearby town’s hardware stores to…”

“You’re not getting the point!” The engineer retorted, prompt with the response. “In order to get the power needed to even get the machine on, let alone to achieve a stable space-time wormhole, we need a nuclear power supply. And the only place close enough to get some sort of nuclear supplies is Nuclear One. That’s a day’s journey getting there alone, nevermind looking for the necessary materials and getting back. We don’t have enough fuel to getting you there and back. It’s going to be too much to organize logistically, even with the Officer’s approval. I’m sorry.”

The man sighs. ”Well, I’ll work things, out one way or another. The Officer doesn’t rule over my comings and goings. As for the fuel, I will improvise something when it comes to it.”

“Even if the Officer does not rule over what you do, he does have control over the fuel and the vehicles that Settlement 149 owns. I think he wouldn’t allow one of the vehicles to go do something that might end up being a dead end when the vehicle could be used for something immediate. I’m sorry, but it looks like we will have to stop this dream plan here permanently.”

The other man frowned. The news certainly didn’t sit with him at all. Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the exit of the power station. As he headed out, his left hand curled into a fist and punched metal tank, denting the inch-thick plating. The engineer looked on as the man left, concern over his face. “Don’t do anything rash, my son.”
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A few hours later, outside the staging area where the vehicles were housed for security. The building, an old warehouse with large sliding metal doors, had plenty of dwellers in the area armed to the teeth with the bladed weapons and the few ranged weapons, the majority of the firearms broken by the creatures and mutants that roam the planes to make sure they were the dominant species in the world. The vehicles consisted of mainly restored vehicles from the streets with parts recovered from the various auto shops in the city, but there were a few military vehicles obtained from the arsenal base that was located near the city. With the military vehicles, there were a couple of canisters of white phosphorous obtained, though there were plans to obtain more in the case that the chemicals worked on the mutants. There were also numerous motorbikes that were used for scouting vehicles for future missions. For the man with the burns on his face, this was the type of vehicle that he would need.

He climbed through the windows of the warehouse, landing on the metal shelves that were inside that held the various auto parts. Checking the see of the coast was clear, he dropped to the ground and began his search for keys and fuel. With the various journeys he had taken for Settlement 149, the keys were easy to obtain, though breaking the lock of the storage box would be easily discovered. But hopefully by then, he would be long gone. As for the fuel, he waited behind more shelves as there were two workers at the station. They were taking an age to leave the fueling station and the man needed to leave in order to arrive at the nuclear power station with daylight. ”Sorry guys,” he muttered, turning around the corner. And then he vanished into thin air, only to reappear next to the two men. ”I’m on a tight schedule.” Grabbing both of the men, he rammed both of them together with his abnormal strength, both men collapsing into a heap shortly after their heads collided. Grabbing a fuel can, he reached his chosen motorbike, a Harley Davidson Low Rider, and began fueling it. By now, alarms would have been raised as there is usually short shifts between everyone in the warehouse to keep fresh eyes on each of the vehicle components. He jumped on the bike and started the engine, but a cutting voice reached his ears.

“Stop what you are doing there, Mutant.”

The man known as Mutant looked up to see a line of armed men, guns pointing in his direction. In the middle of the group was a sharply dressed man. The man had greasy hair, all slicked back. His glasses look neatly in line with his ears, the brown irises looking coldly at the man on the bike. The military blue uniform, taken from the military base where the military vehicles and the chemicals came from, were neatly pressed and the black shoes shining in the light in the warehouse. “You can get off the bike and come with me to my office. You have a lot of explaining to do. The assault on your fellow dwellers, the unauthorized use of my vehicles, the reasons behind it all. All will be…”

”Oh cut your shit out, you dumb fuck,” the Mutant snapped back. ”Everyone here knows that there is no friendliness between ‘The Officer’ and ‘The Wanderer’. They also know that you sure as hell do not have control over me. The Commander made sure of that before he passed away.” The other men on the line started to have a hesitant body posture at the mention of The Commander, who founded the settlement and made it the way it was before he passed away a few weeks ago. While the man on the bike remained poised, The Officer’s hands visibly clenched in anger. ”So no, I am not going into your office and explain my actions. And everyone knows not to try to attack me. While I do not want any ill to occur to Settlement 149, everyone knows that I am capable of. The results will lead the mutants to this settlement and no one would be able to stop them. So let me ask you this once: get out of my way and let me do what needs to be done.”

“How… DARE you… Talk to me like that, Mutant!” The Officer spat, venom laced in his voice. “While the Commander did give you immunity for any persecution under his regime, you do not have that immunity under mine. The only thing that The Commander guaranteed is that I would never be able to exile you from the settlement, but I sure as hell can punish you as I see fit. Especially if you do not come to my office quietly and give me a damn good reason for everything that has occurred today. So let me ask you again: Turn off that bike and come with us quietly. There is no…”

”I do not have time for this,” The Wanderer said, the flames flickering in his eyes. He raised his right hand towards the line of men. Slowly, purple flames started emanating at first from his hands, then covering his entire forearms. However, the flames did not burn the fabric at all but was a show of the psionic powers that the man was capable of. ”I can assure you, my threat is real. The mutants in the city will be alerted to my oncoming attack and you will be long dead before Settlement 149 gets destroyed and everyone here are able to fire a single shot from those firearms. You are truly testing my patience and are ruining the schedule I have in mind. So I will repeat this one more time: Get the fuck out of my way or I will destroy this entire building.”

The Officer gritted his teeth with anger, almost ready to give the command to fire on The Wanderer. However, the purple flames’ light on the Mutant’s arms growing in intensity was halting the possible idea. After a couple of intense minutes, the person in charge of Settlement 149 groaned. “Stand down and open the bloody doors!” As the line disappeared and obeyed the commands, The Officer glowered as The Wanderer moved the motorbike towards the door. As soon as the doors were opened, the man sped off, disappearing from street view. Lashing out by kicking at the metal steps, The Officer turned to the men still in the warehouse. “Gear up and follow that bastard! I don’t want him returning to this place at all! Leave no trace of his existence and return my bike!”

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Location: In transit from Sherman Square.

Fletch speeds away from the LHPD, the notes from the man she ‘questioned’ still fresh in her mind. Normally, with her kind of mind, she is able to remember everything someone would say, but the situation in which she had been in whilst getting the information would push that sort of information to one side and then everything done would have been for nothing. While things could have been called for the rest of this day, she needed to check something. So here she was, on her way to Chinatown to verify the man’s words. But first, she needed to remove the nitrile gloves that she wore. Thinking that she is at a safe distance from the precinct that the police wouldn’t think twice about a pair of nitrile gloves in a public trashcan. Pulling her motorbike up to the side of the road, she took off the nitrile gloves and dumped them into the trash can.

It was then she heard it: the sound of a building being demolished. It was faint, but the dust cloud that rose from the Chinatown direction was more than enough to attract her attention. What on earth is going on in Chinatown? she thought to herself, her eyes adjusting to the darkened sky. The more she looked, the larger the dust cloud seemed. It was then it hit her, seeing that there were two clouds forming in the Chinatown direction. What the… While the thought of checking the man’s story is a priority for her, this is definitely something that cannot be ignored. What if the Penose was the group that was behind it? Revving up the engine, the bike lurched forward and accelerated in the direction of the dust clouds.

As she drew closer to the disturbance that was occurring in Chinatown, she slowed the bike down. She had seen another dust cloud appear in the distance. What is going on here? she thought. While she knew there were people with special abilities, ‘metahumans’, in the city but them fighting in the city boundaries? For some strange reason, Kayla was compelled to go to where the danger was. She knew she that whatever was there, she had to be there in the case there were civilians in the area to protect. It was the least she could do for assaulting the police officer in the precinct. But as she drew closer, she decided to park her bike up a few blocks away from where the dust clouds were. The last thing she wants is causing the ruckus at the PD and then getting caught in gear on a bus journey all the way back after her bike is destroyed. Besides, this will give the grappling arrows the necessary trial run. Parking her bike up, she drew one of the arrows from her quiver and began traversing the rooftops to get to the area, hopefully undetected. What can possibly go wrong with this idea?

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Entity you have created:
Unknown

Alias:
The Psionic Nexus

Speech Color:
Medium Purple, #9370DB, all in italics

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line

Identity:
Known by psionic/psychic users

Character Personality:
The Nexus seems to have a neutral, eerily calm personality. Despite many galactic beings not showing a great deal of friendliness due to its creation, it remains cool and diplomatic everyone, especially those it wants to become its avatars. However, if push came to shove, it can have an explosive anger and shows a high degree of vindictiveness to those that offended it.

Uniform/costume:
While the extent of Psion is unknown, it can be seen speeding through the universe:
Cosmic Trail

When it is visiting a planet, it takes on a common wolf form:

Planet form

Origin Info/Details:
Thousands of millions of years ago, when the universe was still young, there was a lone planet. While life in the universe was a new thing and the concept of spacefaring was long away, this planet had a unified, tribal species of humanoid beings. They were able to speak in their own language, had a culture advanced enough that there were objects capable of looking at the stars, their religions and were capable of tapping into a mysterious force that allowed them to achieve many feats. During the first set of uses, the sight of different nebulae were thought to be deities of immense power and were thought to be capable of creating and destroying buildings (they weren’t too far off from the truth). In order to appease these beings and to not allow the planet to be destroyed, they sacrificed one of their own that is capable of using the force the best, which seemed counterintuitive. Through this, they formed their own ritual and it seemed to appease them.

Unbeknownst to them, an unknown cosmic deity, facing eternal hunger, was encroaching the planet. As the planet was on the verge of being consumed, the people of the planet were by chance were sacrificing a young boy, capable of using the force unlike anything that was seen before. While the consumption of the planet would be the end of the story, something happened. As if by the whole universe aligning with the text, the planet was not just consumed. As the sacrifice happened, the mysterious force forced itself into the boy and absorbed the energy of the people, the planet’s destruction. The cosmic being that consumed the planet was also consumed through this force, wiping everything from existence in that particular area of the universe. In place of the planet, a small, glowing creature had formed. The mysterious force had manifested itself from the cosmic being’s life force and created a creature that was in the sacrificed boy’s mind. As the creature carried own with its own life, trying to come to grips with what has happened, the juvenile mind of the boy aged with the years of experience and became the being it is now.

Hero Type:
Psychic/Energy (Cosmic entity)

Power Level:
Cosmic

Powers (Be Specific):
-Psionic Entity
By contrast to other cosmic entities, Psion is a creature made of pure psionic energy, which is generated by the force of life that flows throughout the universe. It can create any figure from this energy to fill its needs. Being such an entity, it is capable of using psionic energies of limitless power. As a result, as well, it is immune to physical attacks.

--Absolute Psionic Power
As a byproduct of being a psionic entity, the Psionic Nexus is able to control all forms of psionic energy, enabling it to perform many impressive feats such as creating barriers, creating unlimited numbers of constructs as well as many offensive beams and blasts. The energies that it uses is powerful enough to destroy planets and any material at the sub-atomic level if it wanted, but it sees no need in using the full range of its powers.

--Psionic Bestowal/Erasure
This is The Psionic Nexus’ calling card. Once it sees a being that has potential, it can grant them a fraction of its powers and abilities to the being, becoming one of its ‘avatars’, the strength of the bestowed powers a fraction of its true strength which, depending on the person, can cause instabilities in the avatar’s planet over long durations of use/conflict. The effects of this are usually permanent. Likewise, if the avatar becomes hostile to it in its presence, it is capable of removing that power away from them, often painfully as punishment.

-Cosmic senses
As psionic energies persist throughout the universe, The Nexus is able to sense everything as it travels through the universe. Through this is it able to decide on where to go for potential avatars

-Cosmic Telepathy
To sense and communicate with living beings throughout the universe, Psion is capable of communicating with beings (more commonly its avatars) throughout the universe.

-Cosmic Teleportation
As it needs to travel from one place to another, The Nexus is capable of teleporting itself and other beings across vast distances through space, possibly through wormholes but no one can recall how it does the teleport.

-Life Embodiment
As a by-product of its creation, The Nexus has the ability of controlling life-force energy, giving, extending or taking life away from living beings. These abilities, although very powerful, are rarely used by the Nexus as it handles all of its tasks with its psionic energies.

-Immortality
The vastness of psionic energies being generated in the universe means that The Psionic Nexus is can replenish itself indefinitely to the point where it can regenerate itself and never age.

-Possession
If a being has been encountered that has the potential, The Psionic Nexus is capable of possessing the being. This being is the incarnate of the Nexus’s original form albeit with all of the strength of its cosmic form. The psionics from the being, though has been immeasurable, are capable of ripping solar systems apart. However, there has been no being capable of being possessed as the candidates used before have disintegrated into nothing from the sheer strength of the universe’s psionics.

Attributes:

Strength Level: Unknown
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Unknown, though can travel through the universe at superluminal speeds.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Unlimited
Agility: 20x +
Intelligence: Super-Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources:
As a cosmic entity of psionic energy, it doesn’t need any resources.

Weaknesses:
Though many beings have faced The Psionic Nexus in combat, there has not been any weaknesses shown to damage it. However, with its form being of pure psionic energy, it is unable to cause physical damage to its opponents.

Supporting Characters:
While there are thousands of The Psionic Nexus’s avatars throughout the universe, there are currently none on the planet that the inhabitants call Earth.

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