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

I have ideas for posts...I just haven't had the time to actually write them. Been crazy with work and though I've had the desire to write, I've found that I haven't had the ability. I do plan to rectify that sometime this week though

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

quick post up getting Icon back into the game. It's nothing special, in fact I'm not overly happy with it. But sometimes when you have writer's block you just have to force your way through it

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

From the moment that he and Alexa had landed back in Lost Haven, Scott Hunter had been constantly in motion, which was a stark contrast to his time spent in the Greek Islands. There, Scott had enjoyed leisurely strolls on the beach, boat rides, and surf casting at sunset. However, the moment he and Alexa had returned to their lives in Lost Haven, they had been forced to go their separate ways. While he was busy unpacking from the trip, Alexa had been whisked away to Winstone International for another round of, as she had put it, “tedious, but necessary meetings with a bunch of uptight assholes in suites.” Naturally, her father had flown out from Los Angeles to sit in on the meetings and lend his expertise. However, both Scott and Alexa knew that it was just his way of making sure that she was running the Lost Haven branch of Winstone International to his liking.

While Alexa had been tending to the family business, Scott had been busy making preparations for The Hub's grand re-opening. There was a lot to clean up and repair after the Hounds of Humanity had stormed the club prior to their downfall. Though the death toll could, and would have been higher had Scott and Alexa not intervened, there was still a lot of work to do.

Truth be told, Eric had done most of the work. He fought with the insurance company to get the money for the repairs, and when that was finished, he hired the contractors to deal with the structural damage to the building, while he did most of the cosmetic repairs, such as patching bullet holes and removing broken furniture himself. Although Scott had offered to postpone or even cancel his trip overseas, Eric had balked at the idea and insisted that Scott go and spend some much deserved time away with the love of his life, and that he had everything under control.

When Scott walked through the doors of The Hub for the first time once he returned, he was happy to see that Eric had followed through on his promise, and had handled most of the heavy lifting of getting their club back up and running on his own. Though Scott felt slightly guilty about leaving Eric to fend for himself, he had again proven that he was more than capable of taking care of things on his own.

Once the last of the plaster dust had been swept away, and the tarps covering the tables and chairs which were scattered throughout the club had been removed, and Scott and Eric had their first glimpse of the new and improved interior of The Hub, Scott decided to take his leave. Slowly, he ascended the back stairwell toward the apartment over the club. He made his way down the hallway toward his apartment, stopping at the door to get his key. When he stepped through the front door, Jenny came from out of nowhere with her phone in hand, miming making a phone call.

“Help, 9-11! There's a stranger in my apartment!” Jenny teased in an exaggerated tone. “Oh, wait. Nevermind, it's just my absentee brother.” she finished with a big grin before throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing with all the force that she could muster.

“Hey, I missed you too.” Scott said with a laugh as his kid sister pulled away from the embrace.

“So, how was your trip?” Jenny asked as she moved through the apartment toward the living room. After stowing his bags in his room, he joined his sister on the couch, where they spent a good portion of the night catching up over everything that had gone on over the last week and a half.

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

Trying to process some stuff and get back to writing. I'm going to try and finish the post I'd been working on and get that up soonish.

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

Working on a quick something for Icon to free him up. I planned to do have it up tonight, but I came home from work and promptly fell asleep with my computer on my lap and my docs opened. I'm gonna see what I can get done before I have to go to bed, and I'll finished whatever I don't get done tonight, tomorrow

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

Hey guys, been dealing with some stuff. Hope to start working on a few things soon

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

Internet is working again. New modem arrived today.

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

Still no internet. Hopefully it’ll be resolved soon.

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

Lyger sat perched atop the satellite array just above the bridge of the Pelican Breeze. The large cargo ship which sat in the Crown Ridge harbor was a hive of activity. From his vantage point, he had seen Rabbit himself greet not only high ranking members of the Disciples, a ruthless street gang that had been growing in power on the West Side, but also Fedor Petrov, the second in command of the Russian mafia, the Bratva, which had been operating in relative silence within not only Crown Ridge, but also Lost Haven, Boston, New York and Baltimore. Rabbit and the men seemed to be in good spirits, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, however, at the same time there was a palpable tension that permeated the air. These men did not trust one another, and they were all anxious to get this meeting over with. After a few minutes on the main deck, Rabbit lead the others down a set of stairs leading to another cargo area below deck, and out of Lyger's view.

Lyger moved from the satellite array to one of the large cranes that sat on the main deck of the cargo ship, surveying the layout of the ship itself, as well as the placement of men along the deck. He needed to get down to the lower deck, but he had to do it quietly. If he was spotted, the men guarding the ship would sound the alarm, and he would not only lose the element of surprise, but most likely he would lose Rabbit, and chances were, it would be a long, long time before he would be able to track the mobster down again.

From atop of the crane, Lyger continued to survey the landscape of the ship. There, he counted nearly two dozen armed men on the top deck. Six of whom were stationed on the forecastle, with the others scattered throughout the deck. Fortunately for him, the majority of the men were scattered about the ship's deck. At the moment, there were only two men standing near the stairwell which led below deck. Unfortunately, they were facing one another, making it impossible for him to slip undetected into the lower deck. Silently, Lyger moved from his position along the crane, and when he was directly above the two men guarding the stairwell to the lower deck, he struck. He dropped down just behind the men, and before they could react, he slammed their heads together, knocking both men unconscious. Then, he made use of a new device that Echo had manufactured for him. She called it a Zip Restraint, though, both agreed that the device needed a better name. The device could be attached to someone, and much like one of his grapple lines, once activated it would propel the subject skyward, and leave them dangling from whatever object it attached itself to. In this case, the girders of the crane which loomed overhead.

Nice job Ash. He thought to himself as he watched the two henchmen soar skyward and come to a rest dangling just below the crane. With the two men out of the way, he slipped down the stairs which led to the lower deck.

Rabbit and the others were gathered below deck. With them, were large crates of what Lyger could only guess were weapons or drugs, or possibly even both. Unfortunately, Lyger's source was a bit foggy on exactly what it was that was being exchanged at this particular meeting. Ultimately, what it was really didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was making sure that nothing in the crates made it off of the boat. As Lyger quietly descended the stairs, careful not to alert the others of his presence, he was able to see what he was up against.

Rabbit and the others stood in groups all facing one another. Had they trusted one another, and not had all their attention focused on what the others were doing, one of them may have spotted Lyger as he used a grapple line to ascend into the rafters.

“This better be worth my time, Rabbit. I'm busy man.” Fedor Petrov said in intentionally broken English. Although the Russian spoke perfect English, he found that sometimes playing to stereotypes worked to his advantage.

“Oh, I assure you it is.” Rabbit told the Russian, though it was clear that he was speaking to everyone in attendance.

“Prove it.” The Disciple interjected.

“Darius, have I ever let you down?” Rabbit replied.

“Don't let this be the first time.”

“Enough of this. What you bring us?” Fedor interjected. “We all very busy men, no?"

“What I bring you,” Rabbit responded, clearly annoyed and possibly insulted by the exchange, though he would never show it. “Is the next generation of high caliber urban weaponry.” He said as he motioned for one of his guards to open a crate. Once the crate was open, Rabbit took one of the weapons from it and began to show it off.

Lyger's eyes went wide as he saw the weapon that was pulled from the crate. The gun itself was slightly larger than an AK-47, and matte black. From where he was, he could see a digital display on the side, though he couldn't make out what it was for. The barrel of the gun was shorter than the typical assault rifle, and just a bit wider. The weapon itself was oddly familiar, and he knew exactly where he had seen it before, or at least a more primitive version– It looked to be the next generation of the weapons that the street gang The Demons had used in the assault on the Lost Haven University Fall Carnival some time back. Those weapons had proven to be devastatingly effective, and as much as he was loath to say it, had it not been for War-Pulse's intervention, the death toll would have been far worse. These weapons could not be allowed to leave the ship, and Lyger was determined to do whatever he it took to ensure that they did not.

“Armor piercing ammunition is a thing of the past. This beauty fires an exclusive plasma bolt that will burn through any armor, flesh, bone...whatever. Once this baby is through with you, there won't be enough left to identify you with dental records.” Rabbit boasted.

“How much?” Darius asked evenly.

“For the Deathbringer, a steal at two million. A piece.”

“That's a bit...rich.” Darius said before a momentary pause. “But if this thing does what you say, it might just be worth it.”
“That is scary name, but steep price with just your word. How about a demonstration?” Fedor added.

“You want a demonstration? I absolutely agree. Naturally, we can't do it here. I'm sure you understand.” Rabbit told the men. “We'll go to the pier, and then you'll have your demonstration. Then...then we can do business.”

From his hiding place, Lyger reached into a small pouch in his uniform and produced a small device, another of Echo's new toys. With little time to waste, Lyger pressed the activation switch on the device, and it emitted a quiet hum, and then went silent. The device released a localized electromagnetic pulse which fried all electronics within the target area, and within seconds, the ship went dark.
As darkness blanketed the ship, Lyger made his move. He lept from his hiding place and struck at Darius with a stiff roundhouse kick which connected to the big man's chin. A splash of blood and teeth flew from his mouth as the large man landed in a heap on the floor.
Then panic set in.

One of Rabbit's body guards reached for his gun and began shooting wildly in all directions. However, the bullets struck the metal hull of the ship and began to ricochet.

“Stop shooting you fucking moron!” Rabbit shrieked as a bullet struck one of Fedor's guards. However, the panicked bodyguard squeezed off several more shots before the words of his employer registered.

By then, it was too late.

One of the bullets struck the container which held the plasma bolts which gave the Deathbringer its devastating firepower. When the bullet hit the plasma rounds, an explosion rocked the cargo ship, causing it to list to one side, while also ripping through the hull. Once the hull was breached, water began to pour in from the gaping hole and began filling the ship.

***

Several minutes had passed since the explosion. While the explosion had caused the lower deck to fill with water, the ship itself was too large to sink to the bottom of the harbor. However, both the cargo and those on board the ship had been flushed out through the hole that was left in the side of the hull after the explosion.

Lyger reached the edge of the pier and tossed the unconscious body of Darius up onto dry land, before pulling himself up. After securing the thug to a near by lamp post, Lyger took a moment to consider what had just happened.

Rabbit was gone. So was Fedor Petrov.

While he was frustrated at his inability once again to put Rabbit behind bars, he had destroyed the weapons that he had been peddling. While it wasn't the victory that he had wanted, it was, nonetheless a victory. And he was reminded of something that Harry had once told him.

Sometimes it's the small victories that are important.

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