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Raptorman said
The attacker finally appeared taken aback as the silver and blue clad hero simply tanked the hard light grenade and there was actually a slight delay between landing and launching the next attack. But even as this hero proved able to resist the attacks the white and gold armored figure continued to focus primarily on Albrecht Macros. A metal coated hand suddenly held a slender handgrip and with a hissing sound and the characteristic flash of light a plasma whip came to life in the assailant’s left hand. As the whip ignited the figure was already moving, its arm already extended. There was no subtlety in the strike, the plasma whip being flicked out in a deadly arc that would take it straight through the corporate titan as the sword was held up to ward against a direct attack by the blue and silver suited nuisance. Even as this attack was launched however the strange vehicle from which the gold and white armored figure had emerged began to drift sideways. As it moved a hatch at the front slid away, mal metal parting to allow for the barrel of a heavy duty plasma cannon to poke out.

Icon watched as the attacker ignited a whip that appeared to be created from the same source of energy as the sword that was being wielded in the other hand. He also noted that the strange craft which the attacker had arrived in had leveled what looked to be some sort of cannon directly at him. The attacker flicked his wrist and sent the laser-like tendril directly at Macros’ neck.

Wasting no time; Icon left his feet, flying just feet off the ground, he grabbed Macros and flew him out of range of both the attacker and the cannon.

”This might be a good time to go.” Icon said to the titan of industry before turning his attention back to the attacker.

Not waiting for a response from Macros, Icon flew back toward the gold and white clad attacker. With the target of the attacker’s assault out of harm’s way, Icon flew directly into the attacker, lowering his shoulder into the armored being’s midsection, ramming the attacker hard, sending him crashing into the side of a parked news van.

”I think it’s about time you and I had a little chat.” Icon said as the attacker tried to regain his bearings.

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Raptorman said
Before the figure in white and gold armor could actually strike down Albrecht Macros the motion had been abruptly halted and the plasma rifle was raised, pointed and fired at what appeared to be a distant speck in the sky that was rapidly growing larger. With casual dismissal as soon as the shot was fired the assailant took a final step and brought the blade up to swing and decapitate the captain of industry.But before the blade could be brought down a crash came as the former speck in the sky slammed down to earth behind the white and gold armored figure. It spun, displaying impressive and honed combat reflexes and the sword strike that would have decapitated Macros now slammed right into the side of the blue and silver clad man’s neck. There was a faint sizzle but no more as the blade was simply stopped and did not cut through as expected.But the attacker showed no hesitation and the plasma rifle was discharged several times in rapid succession, hammering the interfering hero at Point Blanc range as the malmetal armor of the attacker simply shed the energy. Even as the shots were fired the white and gold figure jumped up and using the hero as a springboard catapulted backwards flipping in the air while holstering the gun and dropping a silver egg shaped object towards the ground. Just as the figure landed the silver egg would explode, unleashing an eruption of hard light shards that would theoretically kill both Macros as the hero as they were both well in the blast radius.

The attacker pointed some sort of rifle at Icon and began firing, jumping up onto him and spring boarding off of him in a back flip, and in one motion the attacker holstered his weapon and dropped a silver egg shaped device to the ground.

Icon quickly recovered from the blasts, and noted that the device that the attacker had dropped had a small red flashing light near the tip of it, confirmed his fear that it was an explosive device of some sort. He quickly moved toward the device, picking it up, and turning away from Macros, cupped it in his hands and held it tightly against his chest. The device detonated, sending Icon crashing through the podium that had been used for the press conference, reducing it to splinters. His tactic had worked, he had absorbed the full impact of the blast, sparing Macros from the deadly explosion.

He lay on the ground, momentarily stunned by the blast, however, once he had cleared the cobwebs which had resulted from the unexpectedly powerful blast, he got back to his feet and prepared for the next assault.

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“Yes Mom, I’ll be careful.” Scott said into the phone, for what must have been the tenth time since his mother had called him twenty minutes or so earlier. When he answered the phone, he was inundated by his mother’s enthusiasm about what she had witnessed him do the previous day.

He had tried changing the subject several times, to his journey back to the East Coast, to the new apartment, as well as the progress that he and Eric were making with the club. However, it always came back to what happened the day before, and the precautions that he would have to take from here on out.

As he and his mother discussed matters over the phone, the television broadcasted a press conference that was taking place in downtown Lost Haven. The volume was lowered, however, Scott could hear every word as clear as day.

Raptorman said
The voice that sounded was a rich and hearty voice, one clearly practiced and trained to carry and resonate. “I come before you today, people of Lost Haven, people of the state of Maine, people of the world who are watching, for two reasons. The first as I am sure you all know is the fall of the Gold Dawn space station. I could tell you about gross negligence, or allegations of conspiracies surrounding Mr. Midas and his station but I won’t. As far as I can tell that belongs in the tabloids.”

“Instead on the behalf of myself and my family, as well as the other local employees of Macros International I wish to extend my thanks to the man who saved the city from the station’s fall.” Albrecht Macros continued as many in the crown nodded. “To the man who saved this city I extend my gratitude and thanks, for without his fortuitous intervention I would not be here to announce the newest step forward.”

While the earlier platitudes and thanks had been designed to appease the masses and to appear human in the wake of the near disaster this line was less expected and attracted more attention. “What is this next step you ask? In truth it is quite simple; we at Macros International have always strived to introduce the very best and to bring the best to you, the people. And now I am pleased to announce that with the aid of our fellow allies in progress the Traupitz Biotech Institute we will be starting human trials on a treatment that has shown 99% effectiveness at curing cancer in animals.” This announcement was predictably met with a thunderous amount of applause.

“We-” The corporate giant had barely begun to continue the next stage of his speech when he was interrupted by thunderous cracks of sound. There was little time for anyone to react, yet alone figure out what had caused the sounds, but in their aftermath perhaps a dozen men and women in the audience simply toppled over with no visible wounds.
Predictably the crowd began to panic, but the shock had only begun to set in as the guards who had surrounded the platform began to move to hustle their employer off to the waiting vehicle for extraction. However before they could do more than begin to move another series of the thunderous cracks sounded and the rest of the security forces simply dropped in much the same way as the members of the audience had.

That was when the screaming began.

“Mom, I’ve got to go. Something’s going on in town.” He said as he hung up the phone.

There was a sudden whir of motion, as Scott quickly changed out of his civilian clothes and transformed into the blue and silver clad hero that had come to be known as Icon. After opening the large double windows that ran across the roof of his apartment, he took flight, and within seconds was soaring over the city. He may not have known exactly what was happening at the press conference, but he knew that he had to stop it, before more people were hurt.

He rocketed away from his apartment toward City Hall, where the press conference had been taking place. He only hoped that he could get there in time to prevent any more damage from being done.

As he approached City Hall, he saw the scene unfolding before him. He watched as a lone figure in gold and white armor emerged from a strange craft and quickly eliminated Macros’ security staff with deadly efficiency.
As he got closer, he saw the attacker turn his head, as if somehow he knew that Icon was coming. The attacker quickly turned with a weapon raised and fired off a bolt of energy in his direction. Before he was able to move, the bolt hit him, the resulting impact lit up the sky in a fiery explosion. However, Icon was undeterred as he continued on his path to intercept the attacker.

As Icon got closer, he saw the attacker ignite what he could only describe as a sort of laser sword as he closed in on his target, Albrecht Macros.

Before the attacker could strike down the businessman, Icon touched down just behind the gold and white armored attacker.

"That’s enough! Don’t take another step." Icon said as the assailant turned to face him.

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In the hours since the unidentified man in blue and silver prevented the Gold Dawn from crashing into the heart of Lost Haven, all attention seemed to be focused on the mysterious savior. Cable news outlets covered the event that had occurred in the skies above Lost Haven ad nausium, having shown the same footage over and over on a loop. Different experts had been called upon to give their opinions and theories on the matter, which varied from plausible to the fantastical.

The internet was rife with coverage of the incident as well, rumors and innuendo run rampant, as well as conspiracy theories. Some people are excited by the prospects of having such a being on Earth, others are fearful. However, none are entirely sure what to make of the mysterious figure that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

The Mayor of Lost Haven, William Collins had even held an impromptu press conference, in which he had fielded questions from the press, and implored the masked man to come forward and give them the answers that they so desperately wanted.

Even the Lost Haven Times, one of the city’s premier newspapers had gone hard to work on a special edition of the paper, with cover to cover coverage of the incident. However, the paper managed to raise more questions than it had answered. However, this issue sold out at newsstands, everyone wanting to absorb any information that could be had about the so called “superhero.”

***

Scott Hunter sat alone in his apartment in relative silence. Growing weary of the extended coverage of his earlier exploits, he had turned the TV and radio off, and instead sat on his couch, reading a novel that he had picked up at a local bookstore in Pacific Point when he had first arrived in California, but had never gotten around to reading. It was a political thriller set during the beginning of the Cold War, following fall of The Good Doctor at the end of World War II. The story itself was slow moving at first, which had actually forced Scott to consider finding another book to read, however, it had started to pick up the pace and he found himself enthralled by the story.

He was startled by a sudden pounding on his door. He didn’t know who could possibly be looking for him at the apartment, and sudden fears of being discovered following the incident with the space station began creeping into his head. He set the book down and got up off of the couch, slowly making his way to the door.

“I’m coming.” He called as he reached the door to his apartment, opening it.

He was relieved to see that it was Eric standing before him, which seemingly proved his fears to be unfounded. Eric pushed passed Scott as he entered the apartment. As he made his way into the living room, Scott noticed that he was carrying a newspaper under his left arm.

“Come in.” Scott said dryly as he followed Eric into the living room.

Scott looked on as Eric sat down on the couch, and motioned for him to follow suit. As Scott joined him on the couch, his friend handed him the newspaper that he’d been holding.

“Busy day, huh Icon?” He said as Scott took the paper.

“Icon?” Scott asked, not sure what Eric was talking about.

“It’s what they’re calling you. It’s kind of caught on.” Eric said nonchalantly as he pointed at the headline on the front page of the Lost Haven Times.

“Lost Haven’s New Icon of Heroism Saves City!” Scott read the headline aloud, unsure what to make of it.

“I don’t know, it sounds a little…pretentious.” Scott said.

“I think it’s too late. Everyone picked up on it and is running with it. I think you’re stuck.” Eric said, a hint of glee in his voice.

“Well, it is better than anything I’ve managed to come up with so far.” Scott replied with a chuckle.

***

Sitting in his office, Richard Midas was transfixed to the television. The station was watching replayed the incident that occurred earlier in the day with the Gold Dawn and the city’s newest so-called savior, who the media had dubbed Icon. So engrossed in what he was witnessing, for the umpteenth time, he had almost entirely forgotten that his personal assistant, Livingston, was in the room with him.
The incident with the shuttle had created a firestorm, such as he had known that it would. People wanted answers, and he was more than ready to play the part of outraged victim, even if he had intended for the station to be destroyed all along. However, he had intended for the explosion aboard the Gold Dawn to destroy most of the station, with the remaining wreckage falling harmlessly into the ocean. Fortunately, this being, the so-called Icon had been able to prevent a catastrophe.

Livingston cleared his throat, not wanting to interrupt his employer, yet at the same time wanting to bring his attention to the matters at hand, and away from the television screen.

“He’s magnificent, isn’t he?” Midas said, more as a statement than a question.

“Indeed sir. He is quite the marvel.” Livingston agreed with a tone that was noncommittal.

“I want him.” Midas said bluntly.

“I beg your pardon sir?” Livingston asked, not entirely sure what Midas had meant.

“Can you imagine what I could accomplish with a being with his…skills under my employ?” Midas asked, almost dreamily as he imagined the blue and silver clad hero as his chief enforcer.

“Do you believe that he’ll work with you?” Livingston asked.

“Indeed Livingston. Everyone has their price; we just have to find his.”

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I'll be posting today

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As of right now, there aren't really any that are active. If you wish to create a NPC villain or hero to interact with, feel free.

Gowi, we're not counting them. This is more or less a fresh start, though we may still borrow from some of the last game, such as what I plan to do with Lyger.

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Also, I might be around less tonight, we're having a bit of a storm and my internet has been in and out all day

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Marx said
Character: Jesse GrantAlias: UlyssesSpeech Color: Standard RPG fontCharacter Alignment: VillainIdentity: Known

Approved

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and posted. Icon has made his first public appearance.

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Scott and Eric got off the subway train in Sherman Square at the corner of King and Danvers Streets. Eric always found it amusing that Scott would put him through the tortures of public transportation when he could defy the laws of gravity and get to wherever he was going much quicker than any bus or subway train could possibly do so. However, he understood that while he found it tedious, Scott did desire to live somewhat of a normal life, and that included such monotonous tasks as taking the subway.

As they made their way through Sherman Square, Scott looked around at the vibrant downtown center which had been compared by many to Times Square in New York, he couldn’t help but to feel almost overwhelmed by the entire scene. He truly loved Lost Haven, and he had since the first time his parents brought him into the city when he was a child, and every time he found himself in Sherman Square, he felt like that six year old boy again. In fact, he hoped that after he and Eric had finished securing the business permit from City Hall, that he might be able to take in some of the sights that Sherman Square had to offer.

“So what do you think?” Eric asked out of the blue.

“About what?” Scott asked, genuinely confused.

“About the thing that I’ve been talking to you about since this morning.” Eric said, slightly annoyed. “Tomorrow night. Us. Going out. Any of this ringing any bells?”

“Oh, right. We’ll see, I’ve got a few things I need to do.” Scott said.

“Why are you avoiding this? She’s perfect for you. She’s smart, funny, sexy as hell and you guys would be great together.” Eric said, rehashing the same argument he’d been making since Scott came back from the West Coast.

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if I’m ready.” Scott explained.

“Look man, I know what happened with Nikki was harsh, but this girl isn’t her. You can’t…” Eric’s voice trailed off as his eyes became glued to a massive object in the eastern sky that seemed to be falling toward earth. Eric didn’t know what it was, but it was at least the size of two football fields and it appeared to be heading right for the city.

***

Maine Airspace, Outside Lost Haven:

As Airman Chris Brady pulled back on the yoke of his F/A-18 Super Hornet fighter jet, the aircraft seemed to increase speed. He did not know all the details of what had happened, however, he did know that the military had been monitoring the private space station Gold Dawn as it slowly fell out of orbit and threatened to impact Earth.

The military brass had been hopeful that the crew of the space station would be able to correct whatever problems they were experiencing, however, repeated calls to the Gold Dawn went unanswered. When it became clear that whatever had happened would indeed cause the large space station to crash to Earth, the fighters had been scrambled to intercept it.
“Air Command, this is Hornet One, 30 Seconds to intercept.” Brady said into the receiver.

“Copy that Hornet One, double speed, target to make impact in 15 seconds.” Came the reply from the command center.

With that, Airman Brady felt his heart sink. He knew that there was no way that the jets sent to keep the space station from impacting the city would make it in time. The airman was overcome with an almost unbearable sense of guilt knowing that they wouldn’t make it in time, however, he was determined to try.

***

Navy Aircraft Carrier George Patton; 100 miles off the coast of Lost Haven:

All eyes were on the radar screen that was monitoring the situation in Lost Haven. Despite their best efforts, the squadron of Super Hornets would not make it in time. The space station Gold Dawn, which was more than twice the size of the International Space Station would soon make impact in the heart of the bustling metropolis. Hearts were heavy as the entire room watched the screen, no matter how much they wanted to, they could not look away. Each man and woman in the room knew that their failure was about to make history, and doom thousands of Lost Havenites in the process.

Suddenly, there was a blip on the radar, smaller than the Super Hornets, and moving at a much, much faster rate of speed, directly toward the space station.

“What the hell is that?” The baffled radar operator asked his commanding officer, who could provide no answer of his own.

***

Scott rocketed over the city, moving so fast that he appeared to those below him as nothing more than a blue and silver streak in the sky. He could see the large object before him, which had been ignited upon reentry into Earth’s atmosphere. As he sized up the falling space station, he lowered his head and pushed himself on, increasing his speed as he raced to stop the Gold Dawn’s descent.

As he raced to catch the plummeting space station, Scott made his way under the center of the Gold Dawn, pressing his back against it; he pushed back in an attempt to slow its descent. The effort proved futile. The Gold Dawn continued on its course undeterred, even as Scott pushed back harder, gritting his teeth as he fought against the free falling behemoth.

While in mid-air, Scott was able to turn to face the Gold Dawn. He placed his hands against the station’s hull and pushed up with everything that he had.

“GGGGRRRRRRAAAAARRRRRR!” He cried out as he pushed with all his strength against the hull, until finally he could feel the rapid descent begin to slow. Finally, he felt as if he had the space station under control as he brought it down toward the city, where he could safely put it down on the tarmac at the Robert D Sherman International Airport.

Once his feet were firmly on the ground, he was able to gently set the space station down. As he stepped away, he saw a virtual army of police and emergency workers racing toward the station, and him. They weren’t alone. Trailing the police and firemen were members of the press, as well as the public had forced their way through the security fence that went the length around the airport property.

As they rushed toward him, they all were yelling and screaming at him. The press relentlessly shouted questions at him, even as he again defied gravity and took to the skies, avoiding the mass of humanity that was bearing down on him.