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Been working on some fun stuff, but we really need to wrap up the stuff at the base.


“Bring it around by the landing pad!” Jason Brogan called to the chopper pilot. To say that it had been a bad day for Brogan and the rest of the Hounds of Humanity would be a massive understatement. Not only did a coalition of metas and supernatural beings decimate the Hounds’ ranks and destroy the Finger of God, but rumors had quickly begin circulating among the remaining Hounds forces that their own leader, Travis Murdock himself had been captured.

However, none of that mattered to Brogan at this moment. His chopper was one of the few remaining units still in the sky, and he and his crew had one job—To make sure that none of the heroes made it out of the Hounds base alive. As the chopper’s gunner, he would use the side mounted mini gun to mow down as many of the interlopers as possible. Should that fail, the chopper was equipped with a bunker buster bomb, and the pilot was to send the chopper into a nosedive and level the entire area. Though Brogan did not want to die, and hoped that it would not come to that, he was willing to sacrifice himself for the cause.

“There they are!” He shouted, pointing at a pair of female heroes, one dressed in purple, pink and chrome, and the other with teal colored skin. “Get me a bit closer!” He ordered the pilot.

On his order, the pilot swung the chopper around which put the two women directly in Brogan’s line of fire. Brogan took aim and was just about to pull the trigger when he thought that he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t sure what he saw, it was just a blue and silver blur that was gone just as fast as it had appeared. Truth be told, he wasn’t actually sure that he had seen anything at all.

Then the chopper violently tilted to one side, forcing the mini gun skyward. Then, the chopper rocked hard the other way. Then there was the sound of crushing metal and the collision alarm began to blare as the chopper seeming spun out of control toward the ground.

Brogan was sure that he was dead. Whatever, or whoever had hit the chopper had ensured that, of that he was sure. The chopper would crash and the bunker buster would do the rest. He took some solace in the fact that although he would die today, he would take his enemies with him in a single explosive blast.

However, the chopper did not careen into the ground. Instead, something, or someone had slowed the chopper’s descent and gently set the chopper down on the ground. Then a white gloved hand reached into the chopper and grabbed Brogan by the collar of his shirt and pulled him from the wreck. Brogan immediately reached for his side arm, but when he looked in to domino masked eyes of the man who had single handedly bought the chopper down, he thought better of it and just resigned himself to the fact that he’d been captured.

“Smart move.” Icon said as he set the Hound down on the ground and handed him over to several National Guard soldiers who stood behind him with their weapons trained on the chopper and its former occupants.

After Icon handed over the crew of the chopper to the National Guard, who had oly just arrived on the scene, he immediately made his way toward the entrance of the Hounds of Humanity base. However, as he approached the base he saw some movement at the entrance. Then, a sense of relief washed over him as he saw both Radiance and Lyger making there way out of the complex.

“Was that you?” Icon asked as he pointed to the sky to where the Finger of God had been.

“Yeah.” Radiance said as she brushed his hand slightly. “We made a pretty good team.” She said to Lyger who had already begun walking away.

“We did.” Lyger called back over his shoulder.

“What do you say we finish mopping up here, then head home.” Icon said with a grin.

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in weeks.” Radiance said with a grin as she headed over to some of the other heroes who had begun gathering outside.
I'll be working on something tomorrow.
Alright guys, those of us at the Hounds base should be wrapping things up. It’s time to put this thing to bed.
wow no one has posted in 6 days, does this mean i can pretend like eris' post was right on time?


Yeah...we've all been in collabs trying to wrap the Hounds arc up





The turrets on the Finger of God opened fire of the heroes even as they approached the deadly satellite. Finding himself slowed by the lack of gravity in the Earth’s orbit, Icon was nevertheless able to avoid most of the laser blasts. Fortunately, the few blasts that did strike home had little effect on the hero. Then, a shiver ran down Icon’s spine as something began to happen at the satellite itself.

The Finger of God’s main weapon, the cannon that had wrought so much destruction already began to glow with a red hue.

My god, it’s powering up. Icon thought to himself as he pushed himself to move faster toward the satellite. Unable to communicate directly to the others, he gestured toward the main cannon accelerated toward the satellite. However, he was met with a barrage of cannonfire. Though the individual energy blasts did little to harm him, the more sustained barrage made it nearly impossible for him to get too close to the satellite.

He circled back around to get out of the crosshairs of the satellite’s defenses and regroup. It was clear to him that a direct assault on the main cannon was out of the question, the defenses were too powerful to get close enough to take it out right away. He also knew that they were running out of time. He made another pass at the satellite, this time flying alongside the Finger of God, striking at its defenses with optic blasts, then as he pulled away from the satellite, he hit it with a pair of energy blasts from his fists. Icon circled back around to where some of the others had gathered which afforded him a better view of the satellite. While his attack had damaged the Finger of God, it hadn’t disabled the weapon’s defenses. They still had a lot of work to do, and they were running out of time.

Voyager, meanwhile, had pressed herself against the side of the satellite when the weaponry popped out to fire at the oncoming heroes. She braced her PsiBarrier in the expectation that the lasers would turn around to blast her off too, but they seemed to ignore her in favor of keeping the others at bay. Charging up her PsiBlast, she tried to find an angle of attack to let her rendezvous with the other heroes, but couldn’t find a shot that wouldn’t leave a lot of those turrets left to pick her off.

Abandoning that plan, she vaguely wondered if she could channel enough power into a PsiBeam to punch through the satellite and disable it that way, but putting everything she had into a shot like that wouldn’t leave much power for a second attack, and judging by how hot the metal felt under her PsiBarrier, there was no time left for a second chance. She had to meet up with the others and somehow work together, maybe by firing all at once. It was a big dumb solution to a big dumb problem, but it was the best chance they had. But how was she going to run the gauntlet in time without being made into swiss cheese by the time she reached Icon and the other heroes he was leading into the fight?

David had a decent amount of heroing under his belt too, but there was no question that Icon was probably a little more experienced, so as soon as he gestured towards the satellite cannon David immediately followed his lead.

Hit it hard and fast, gotcha.

He flew towards the underside of the satellite, trusting in the others to take their own angles. However, much like Icon, David also experienced the barrage of laser blasts thrown his way. He tried to dodge them, but was forced to cross his arms in front of him to guard his body. The consecutive blasts pushed his body back uncontrollably and spun him every which way for a few more seconds before he was able to stabilize himself.

They can’t even make a normal satellite.

David saw Icon move off to hit the satellite with some of those energy beams of his and he almost flew off to join him but stopped himself. He had a lot of powers, but it didn’t really seem like some would work in space, the Earth was a little ways away, and lightning probably needed some atmosphere. He might be able to use some kind of solar beam, but the most he got out of those were a type of flashbang, and with the fate of hundreds of lives on the line, this was definitely no time to experiment.

“We’re running out of time dammit.” He angrily muttered, but the in the depths of space nobody should have been able to hear him. He had meant that to just vent his frustration, and yet, that had actually helped. He could hear himself, in space, and that got him thinking. His power to control earth, to move stone, it could affect asteroids, those little bits of former planets and moons floating around everywhere.

“Hey, all of you! Come to me, I’ve got an idea!” David shouted at the top of his, well, whatever he was using to talk, and flew a little closer to the other heroes.

“Stick behind me, I’ll get us past those turrets!” As David said that he reached out to the stars, grabbing at the smaller asteroids and bits of debris near him, gathering them closer, and closer. All to form, a shield, a thick barrier between them and those cannons. The pieces of rock, mineral, and metal turned into a mushy substance as it all blended together into a large bulwark.

David then quickly pushed forward, it wasn’t long before the defense guns opened fire again, burning and blasting craters into his wall, the area around them lit up like fireworks in the night sky. ((But just a few more moments later, it opened up, it’s pieces jettisoned across the area, like a glass mirror being shattered.))moving maybe))

Those fireworks were Voyager’s cue, as she took notice of the fiery display and zoomed out from cover, throwing PsiBlasts to confuse the turrets and provide more cover as rushed to join the other heroes.

The heat of the sun, it permeated the entire solar system, its energy was the beginning and end of it all, and David remembered he had gathered that same energy once before, just smaller.

So he channeled it towards his arms,then as if taking a slow deep breath, he pushed that energy towards his hands, he brought his hands toward his chest, as if he was holding a ball. A brilliant aura of energy surrounded his entire body, folding, and bending itself to his will, gathering into his hands, forming a fiery fusion of red and yellow energy that danced about in between his hands.

He then carefully expanded his hands till the gap was as big as his chest, giving the energy room to grow, the orb greedily ate the energy David fed it, and it pulsed as if it was alive. The asteroid wall was taking a beating and David was folding the outer edges in to buy them more time. The alien heroine arrived seconds later and, spotting David gathering his energies, nodded to show her understanding and began gathering psionic energy in her own hands as her eyes began to glow more intensely.

“We do this at the same time..”

As the heroes stayed behind the asteroid wall, the bright red light emanating from the Finger of God’s main cannon grew brighter and brighter with each passing second. Icon knew that whatever they were going to do, they needed to do it fast, The only shot that they had to save the city and the countless millions that resided there was to hit the satellite with overwhelming force, and pray that it was enough.

We need to take this thing out, now. Icon thought to himself as fear began to grip him. Fear that whatever they would do would be too late.

Then, just as it seemed that the bright red light could not possibly glow any brighter, that the destructive cannon would finally fire and lay waste to yet another city, instantly vaporizing countless lives…

The ominous red glow went dark. The cannon did not fire. To Icon, it looked as if the immediate threat to the city had passed, for now. Icon then took his place beside Terra Firma, who was seemingly in control of a pulsating orb of energy, and then he heard the impossible...the other hero spoke, telling them to combine their efforts in one massive strike against the satellite. Icon looked to Terra Firma, then the female heroine who had rejoined the group, as well as the massive mech suit that was still floating out there, using bursts from its thrusters to keep from floating off into space.

Icon then looked to the satellite. His lungs burned from a lack of oxygen, but he forced the anguish from his mind. He dug down, and his fists began to glow a bluish hue as he allowed the energy to build. This is it. He thought to himself as he prepared to unleash hell upon the Finger of God.

“We hit it at the same time.”

The glow leaving the cannon was their signal, David cast off their shield, sending it flying off into space, like pieces of glass from a shattered mirror. With the wall gone the turrets now had an opening, but they wouldn’t be firing for long.

“Now!”

Taking Terra Firma’s words as a queue, Icon unleashed a massive energy blast directly at the satellite. The sheer force of the blast impressed Icon, and even scared him a bit, as he had never used that much force in a single assault before, and to be perfectly honest, he did not know that he was capable of such a feat. However, that was not all, as Icon also assaulted the Finger of God with a powerful, sustained optic blast, which pounded the satellite even as the others joined in.

David gripped the miniature sun he had been nurturing until now with one hand, he shifted his arm back, then launched it forward, tossing the orb like a baseball. His blast incinerated even more of the armor, striking at key components and the inner structure with a massive flaming explosion. This was something he definitely would never use on Earth.

Just a little more now.

The glow in Voyager’s eyes intensified to a nearly solid shade of purple as she pressed her hands together and unleashed a full force Psionic Beam. Wisps of psionic energy arced from her hands and eyes as she sustained the intense beam of energy right where Icon and Terra Firma aimed their own energy blasts. Voyager was taking no chances; she was going to make sure this thing never razed another city again no matter what.

Opening up with every gun he had, including the Hellbeast laser, Equilibrium stared at the rapidly decreasing power and ammunition gauges on his HUD in dismay. It’d take days to siphon all this energy out of the power grid of Lost Haven without being detected, but even with the satellite shutting down, it was in his best interests to destroy the superweapon, should it ever be used again against Metas. He did make sure to save enough power for the shield on reentry, however.

Just because he was being altruistic didn’t mean he had to be stupid.

The Finger of God was a technological marvel. Originally created by an artificial intelligence light years more advanced than anything that mankind could possibly conceive. It was designed to be an instrument of good, as a means of protecting the people of Earth from things out there in the cosmos that would do them harm. However, after that artificial intelligence was destroyed, man took control of its greatest gift. First, S.T.R.I.K.E., which simply kept it hidden amongst the numerous other satellites which orbited the planet, just in case it was ever needed to be called upon to serve its original purpose. But then, S.T.R.I.K.E. fell, and the Finger of God fell under the control of Travis Murdock and his Hounds of Humanity. They corrupted it, turned it into a weapon of terror to be used against the very people that it had been created to protect. It wiped entire cities off the face of the Earth and left another in ruins, a twisted monument of hatred.

The Finger of God buckled as the combined powers of some of Icon, Terra Firma, Voyager, and Equilibrium bombarded it. The turrets that protected the satellite began to crumble and break away from their moorings. A combination of steel and other alloys bent and twisted under the combined assault, until finally the Finger of God collapsed in on itself before erupting in a brilliant, yet silent explosion which cascaded out from where the satellite had once orbited the Earth in a spectacular light show, the magnitude of which had not been seen since the Allies had dropped The Bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

When the light from the explosion faded, so too, did the threat posed by the Finger of God.

It’s over. Icon thought to himself as he watched the fading of the light from the explosion. [i]It’s time to go home and finish this, once and for all.[i] He thought as he turned away from the now vacant space which had once held the Finger of God, and headed back to Earth, with the others following in his wake. Voyager stalled a bit as the resonance from her psionic blast echoed back at her, but shook off the hazy feeling and quickly zoomed after Icon and the others, thinking nothing of the strange images that just flashed through her head.
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*pops open the head, cleans out the block then shuts head top once more. Shouts at NMS* Try it again up! Ded, you have any jump starts for his brain in case this doesn't work?


Oh....if you're trying to access my brain good luck with that...there isn't much in there
Got some stuff in the pipeline. Also, trying to get to the collab at the satellite...but I have a bad case of writer's block



“I hate this.” Slipstream said to Flux as they made their way into the heart of the Hounds base. “These places are never pleasant.” She finished, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of the last time she had entered Hounds of Humanity base ran through her mind. The things that she saw that day in the base just outside of Pacific Point haunted her. The image of all those metahumans locked in gages awaiting execution. The smell of blood and death that hung in the hallways, it was an odor that was so thick that no matter how often she showered, she never seemed to be able to wash that smell away completely. In truth, to Slipstream it was as if that experience had somehow stained her very soul, and she wasn’t sure that she would ever be able to escape the effects it had on her.

“I understand.” Flux said truthfully. While she had also seen atrocities in her life, some of which dwarfed the heinous crimes of the Hounds of Humanity, being an empath, she could feel the pain and trepidation radiating from Slipstream. She didn’t need to know what Slipstream had seen in her previous encounters with the Hounds, she knew just how devastating those encounters were because she could feel it as if she had shared the experiences herself.

“This must be it.” Slipstream said as she came to a halt at a set of massive bay doors that much to her surprise were wide open. She stepped through the doors into the cavernous room which as evidenced by the strong smell of oil and the large amount of vehicles and vehicle parts was very clearly the maintenance garage that Iron Knight had mentioned. They had suspected that this garage was a sort of launching point for the Hounds’ leadership’s escape, however, if that were the case, they were too late. The garage was empty.
Or so it seemed.

Once the two heroines were looking around inside the garage, they began hearing a loud thumping sound, almost like extremely heavy footfalls. Both women stopped what they were doing and began to look around for the source of the sounds. However, they saw nothing. As the sound grew closer, Slipstream noticed a puddle of engine coolant that had gathered on the floor of the garage near one of the vehicles. As the loud thumping sounds continued, the puddle of coolant rippled in time with the sounds, reminding Slipstream of the classic film Jurassic Park, and the way the cup of water rippled in much the same way as the T-Rex approached.

“Oh, this is not good.” Slipstream said.

“What?” Fluxed asked, however, she did not need Slipstream’s to say anything, as the source of the sounds became very apparent.
Slipstream looked in the direction of the approaching sounds, and her jaw dropped.

“Oh no, not good at all.” Slipstream said as she laid eyes on the source of the commotion, the mountain of a man called Richter, the same man that she had encountered in Pacific Point when she came across the metahuman traffickers. The same man who had once gone toe to toe with Icon, the man who would have killed her the last time they met had it not been for the combined efforts of herself and Iron Knight.

“You might want to run.” She said to Flux as Richter prepared to attack.

Without saying a word, the man-mountain charged at the two heroines. If not for Slipstream’s quick thinking and even quicker reflexes, grabbing Flux and pulling her from harm’s way, at least one of the women would have been nothing more than a greasy smear on the wall of the maintenance garage.

“Stand still.” The behemoth snarled as he turned toward the heroines and charged again. Both Slipstream and Flux were able to dodge Richter again, however, Slipstream raced back toward the brute and delivered a series of punches and elbows to the back and sides of his head before getting back outside of his massive reach.

The assault had begun and ended within the span of a blink of an eye.

“Bitch.” Richter said as he turned back toward Slipstream, slightly wobbly on his feet as he tried to shake off the effects of the attack.
“You’re an idiot.” Slipstream said to the man mountain. “You go out there and do whatever the Hounds tell you to do, knowing full well what they are and what it is that they want. And you still act like their lapdog. You’re pathetic.” She spat, the anger in her voice was undeniable. Anger that she felt toward this man, who had assisted the Hounds with countless atrocities against metahumans, against his own people.

“No, I just know the odds. I’ve seen what they are willing to do. They’re willing to cross boundaries that you heroes never will, and that’s why they’ll win. They will do whatever it takes. I’m just picking the winning side.” Richter told her.

“You’ve already lost. We routed the Hounds in Sherman Square, we’ve taken this base, and Icon is leading a team to take out the Finger of God as we speak. You chose the wrong side, and you’re going to spend the rest of your life in a SuperMax in the middle of the goddamned ocean.” Slipstream said.

“Well, be that as it may, you’re not walking out of here.” Richter said coldly as he started advancing toward her.

Slipstream prepared herself for his attack. However, much to her surprise, it never came. She stood and watched in stunned disbelief as Richter gently came off of the floor and floated up into the air as if he were nothing, and then suddenly he was violently slammed into the ground and seemingly held there by an invisible hand which pressed down on him, forcing the air from his lungs with such a force that the metal floor beneath him began to buckle. Slipstream looked over at Flux, who looked at the massive man with a look, not of anger or hatred, but of pity, until finally, unable to move or breathe, Richter blacked out.

As an empath, Flux could not only read the emotions of others, but she could feel them as if they were her own emotions. When she felt Richter’s emotions she only felt one—

Fear.

Not of her, or the fate that awaited him, but fear of the Hounds and what they would do to him and the ones he loved.

The thought that this man who was responsible for so much death and despair was capable of loving someone at all was shocking to her, but then she realized that he wasn’t working for the Hounds because he believed in their cause…but because he was protecting someone. And for an instant, she felt that she understood this man, and did indeed feel for him.

“We’re done here, we should go.” Flux said to Slipstream as she turned and headed back the way they came.
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hey do you think you can make a banner for in stereo for me, if your not busy that is.


I think I can do that
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