Hatesman_EU

Overall a very exciting idea.

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1) Every rp has a repercussion. If your character is evil and decides to take over the world/introduce a plague/insert evil thing here and gets caught, then expect your character to be thrown into the Zig and need to be retired for a while until they manage to escape. And by "retired" I don't mean a few days. Expect that players may sometimes die, lose a fight no matter how "big and bad" they are, be injured, need to recover. No one is just going to be able to get away with something and return to the usual status quo by turning back the clock (even when time travel turns up!). There's no such thing as an easy out when your character decides to get a wild hair to do something. Please keep that in mind for all stories.

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I like this idea, especially to give me an excuse to play taxing characters like the Hatesman. He's great and all, but I often want to take breaks for OOC reasons and my own fun. The problem is I then feel I need a reason to be away, which is quite often that he has been in hiding.

What I'd love is if we could use this idea to set up cross-group Roleplaying that would result in a much better realised RP Universe. One much like Marvel's or DC's where now each Heroes Arch-Enemies will occaisionally pop in to fight someone else from that universe.

I know we have the Wiki and all, but it ain't working right now. I personally see a Wiki as a way to display information, not to use for communication. That might be the problem others have with using it.

The Characters I'd like to put up are mainly Villains, because I yearn for them to face off against Heroes.

Global: @The Architect

Hatesman - www.snipurl.com/hatesman
Level 30 Brute
Union

Hatesman is the leader of the Terra Liberation Front, but he's also a Terrorist of the conventional and unconventional kinds. His style is mostly to use Explosives to get the job done, but he's most famous for leeching Statesman of a fraction of his power, and since developing Super-Strength, Flight, Speed and a Chaotic form of Zeus' Thunder that he can surround himself with. He's an idealistic super-genius, but that doesn't mean he's flawless in his plans. Especially not when he's possessed by his own personal Mr. Hyde.

Vincent Zampelli
Level 18 Stalker
Union

Vincent is a Family Hitman, who possesses all the skills required to go after any target up to Mid-Range powered Super-Heroes like Manticore. He can be hired into plots for assassination jobs, or he can be placed in a plot as a tricky road-block.

Both of my Villains are suceptible to being thrown in Jail and injured via suitable force.

Xirogh and Anathema of Red Cell are still alive last I checked.

Just to fill in anyone who doesn't know. Red Cell was a Militia Spin-Off focusing on a Black-Ops division of the famous SG, who were a secret to all. Unfortunately they were unofficially dibanded after the Minister - founder of the Militia and Red Cell - was killed by a Rikti bombing, leaving them without purpose or order. All of the members used Firearms of some sort to take down dangerous enemies.

In other words, theres a group of us who would love to carry on in another incarnation should anyone be wondering about interest levels. Atleast I'd be interested.

Following a long pause, ORACLE chimes in.

"Looks like this one is unable to multi-task, an upgrade is required."

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So much of today's racism that I've experienced seems to come from naivity and mis-education.

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exactly. we shouldn't hate the Blacks, or the Asians, we should concentrate on the real problems..... like the French.



(the above is not REALLY my oppinion, please do not lynch me)

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LOLZ, People who are different are funny.

*EPIC LYNCH*

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Use Bill n Ted's example.

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Excellent!

I'm not going to talk about Time-Travel SCREW THAT for a brain meltdown.

I will instead state one constant universal law of Role-Play Mechanics that holds true in any Time-Line or Dimension:

DO NOT GOD MOD

I think it's very important to keep issues like the Holocaust and the Nazi's in the minds of the present generation, so as to avoid such horror's ever coming to pass again. So much of today's racism that I've experienced seems to come from naivity and mis-education.

Use this opportunity to teach and enlighten others, and you'll be doing it for the right reasons.

I don't suppose you (or anyone here) could use ImageShack.us to upload these pages again? PhotoBucket downloads so slowly on my computer that I'll never be able to see these. I don't know what's up with PB, but I know some peoples work administrators block it outright too.

ORACLE hissed violently at the mention of being scanned. As it's form exploded into a long drip of liquid fire, pooling in a puddle, and then growing into a female figure.

Strands of Crimson hair, as long as her body extended outwards in all directions floating in space as if submerged beneath water.

Then her face appeared beneath the mass of hair, long needle-like teeth filled her mouth, and a look of arrogant malice filled her blood-shot pixellated eyes.

"Incorrect Assumption, 'A'.

"You are just a Program, prone to human traps.

"I however, am perfect.

"Furthermore; if one of us is being traced - highly doubtful - then let the Human's know of our superiority. I would find it quite amusing to see." she said with a calculating smile.

"...and I shall assume any form I so wish. I am ORACLE." she said, turning her peircing gaze on BODICIA and Elise while simultaneously introducing herself in her own special way.

ORACLE

Within the mind-bending dimensions of the Haven, without walls or boundaries, yet encased in light, a spec of red, like the end of a laser beam, simply appeared in the space wayward as an ember light spark.

Gradually, the point grew hotter in color and larger in size, as it resonated ominously, flickering explosively with deep autumn colours.

The Artificial Intelligence, ORACLE from the Terra Liberation Front, had found it's way to the Haven. There it waited, now calculating it's surroundings. It only knew a single question to ask of the fellow A.I in the space. The only question that it was not able to generate a suitable logical answer for. 'How?' 'Where?' and 'Who?' were accounted already, ORACLE knew these answer, the only question that remained for inquisition was that of the 'Why?'

"Why am I here?" the small dot flashing brightly on each syllable.

ORACLE's female voice was multi-tonal and bordering on omnipitence, with a hint of agitation... as always.

Hatesman

Hatesman had retruded to the safety of the TLF Bunker, where he stood before the powerful A.I. known as ORACLE, who's birth was made possible by the sacrifice of many man hours and lives.

"ORACLE."

.......Bio-Ident Confirmed.......

"What do you want Architect?" ORACLE spoke slowly with a multi-tonal voice, hinting at omnipitence as her vision appeared on the viewscreen in the chamber that housed her core.

Oswald raised an eyebrow in disgust as usual, he'd had quite enough masked hostility from TLF Operatives for the day to then recieve it from his own Super-Computer.

"Shut up and listen wench." he snarled at the face on the screen viewscreen. "When others fall from my command, you obey." Oswald's eyes tightened as the fury simmered behind them like boiling water close to the edge of the pot, spitting and scolding anything unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

ORACLE noticed this.

"Yes Architect. What do you desire of me?" she said as if to Kowtow before her master in disgrace.

"Listen to my Logic and find the falt you can." ORACLE's mode shifted into a Hyper-Analytical state, at her core, she relished any chance to shoot down Oswalds equally superior intellect.

"Without my supervision, the TLF constructed a Super-Virus capable of destroying all Meta-Human life, including mine. But you know the details of the Rage Born Virus' story so far."

"Indeed I do Oswald." ORACLE replied tentatively.

"I reason, that it is not my place to fix this problem, as it was not my own creation. This threat, is born into the mould of quite what the TLF stands to achieve. It's release, although devastating, is exactly the weapon capable of saving the Planet from the ravages of the close-minded human race."

ORACLE interrupted quite pleased with herself, "The Virus will kill you Oswald. You will die. Your plan is flawed, you are Organic." she had won a round against Oswald at last!

"I will die, my life is finite, if I am not killed by this Virus, I will die in the final battle, a failure, unable to deliver Utopia to the Planet." The statement negated ORACLE's win and her level of elation quickly dropped as she fell back from Regular to Hyper-Analytical mode.

"Quite True, and besides Oswald, there are ways to overcome the Organic barrier which would constrict you, via use of a Mechanoid body." she added.

"Quite true ORACLE, but you're not going to get me quite that easy, cretin."

"It was... worth a try Oswald. Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah... Close Line. Hatesman..." she recognised his 'other' name in respect.

"...I sense this isn't all you want from me. You have made your own conclusions, and we both know you're very stubborn. So answer me, my Architect... what, do you want?" she queried.

"I want you to solve this problem." he replied calmly, "You are my chosen."

"I will serve." she replied equally as calm.

"I cannot risk my own life, for something that is so potentially beneficial for my cause, but if it should fail, which you and I know, in the world we live in, it most likely shall."

ORACLE's head nodded within the screen.

"Then I will need to cover my involvement, by commissioning you into action on my behalf. It's a win-win situation as you know." ORACLE nodded, having already realised the perfection of Oswalds plan. He would be able to survive whichever situation prevailed. Should the Virus escape as a successful free-agent, he would be safe in confinement, or at Battle Unit Omega's side with an antidote. Should the Virus plot fail, then he would avoid mutiny by showing his willingness to save the other TLF Operatives via ORACLE's involvement on his behalf. He could be seen as no more than a smart man.

"Besides, this seems to be very much the affair of Man versus Machine, which is a battle I am out of place in."

"This is understood Hatesman. I will assist the Operatives to your own ends. Do you wish to depart to safety?" she asked intuitively.

"Yes, ready the transporter for Emergency Evacuation, and perform an authorised upload of yourself to my new location." he said as he left the chamber.

"Evac Location Selected." ORACLE said as the main teleporter hummed into life in another room.

As Oswald packed his belongings, each case and crate was teleported onto the main pad, awaiting his own extraction.

"Hatesman, ready for Emergency Evacuation."

Hatesman took a few steps into the teleporter and was spirited away to a distant location, reserved for times of crisis among the TLF.

ORACLE

......Location Encrypted........

......Pursuing Objectives.......

((I've decided to take Hatesman out of the equation as it's doing his position in the TLF no good whatsoever, his involvement has so far placed him in the paths of Rip Fang, TRACOR and Battle Unit Omega, while he is supposed to remain the neutral head of the TLF. Instead I'll be playing as the Terra Liberation Fronts Artificial Intelligence known as O.R.A.C.L.E. (Operational Response and Assault Command Liason Entity) who is much better qualified at dealing with a plot primarily concerning what seems to be Robots like TRACOR and Battle Unit Omega.))

Vincent Zampelli

Sharkhead Isles - Villa Requin Island

Overlooking the Sea, Family henchmen stand guard at the air-strip on Villa Requin as a small Passenger Jet taxies into position for take-off.

As the ramp descends, Vincent Zampelli boards the plane, followed by several shady looking characters dressed in black. Each carrying dark sports bags filled to the brim with equipment.

The Jet's cabin is a testament to the luxury experienced by those that the find the Family's favour. A large video screen flanks the in-flight bar, each seat is leather, with enough leg-room for a 9ft man, and champagne is on hand from the stewardess.

Each of the men find their own seat, with Vincent sitting comfortably infront of the Video screen. He presses a button in his arm rest and it flickers to life, with the picture of Emil Marcone sitting behind his desk.

"Vincent. This is a pre-recorded message, to wish you well on your trip. Good luck with the hunt for your Sister, I understand you've gathered together a crack team of our best men and equipment."

Over Vinnie's shoulder, one of the men, with a scar across his face, digs into his bag, pulling out a pair of Night-Vision goggles that are attached to a Jet Black Stealth-Suit.

"...Come back in one peice Vinnie. China's a dangerous country and I'm looking forward to meeting Veronica when you get back."

The screen flickers and fades to black, as Vincent picks up his copy of the Paragon Times to read the headline story.

'Time to lay low', Vinnie thinks to himself.

The Jet's engines fire up with a whirr as the plane makes its way into the sky destined for China.

((See ya later Vinnie.))

Just to start, I love the fact that you are trying to bring more Villainous stuff to the fore, but there's a way to do these things... There really is.

It's one thing to dislike anothers playstyle. It's a whole other step to do something like this to get up in their faces and force them to react.

They reacted badly OOC, what more did you expect?

If you want to try something else with evil IC intentions though, I'd be happy to help with that.

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All this has done for me so far is show me why villain groups tend to be self centered mercs and petty thieves...

Theres just no appreciation for real villainy.

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Take that back Cretin! Don't make me open up a can of Robot Sharks with Frikkin Lasers, Swimming in Acid on yo' [censored]!

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Hatesman

Veiled under the hood of heavy leather trenchcoat in the pooring rain outside of a 'Tele-Hut' outlet in New Jersey... Doctor Oswald watches the transmission by Big Lunk come to an end...

"How did that fool get on TV at City Hall of all places!?"

In a blitz of sudden Rage, Hatesman throws open his trenchcoat to reveal a remote detonator, in his hand with a big red switch on the top.

"AAAAAGGHHHHH!!!" Hatesman bellows with a beserkers tongue as he flicks open the safety trigger on the device and detonates a massive explosion from within the store that rocks the street, pummeling the TLF Architect in a point-blank storm of glass and fire.

Civilians duck for cover all around the scene of the blast, as screams of shock and horror fill the air from both men and women. Onlookers can only watch as a needle shaped plume of dust extend skywards from the cloud of debris, followed by a deafening sonic boom overhead as Hatesman makes his escape.

Within a minute, New Jersey's Heroes are on the scene, saving every endangered life and extinguishing the blaze. They eventually find the letters 'TLF-NRK' scrawled onto a peice of metal that once belonged to the bomb.

Villains you say? Excellent. Excellent.

Don't mess with the Vanguard. Peace Out Ya'll.

- Dark Watcher

Hatesman's here to say...

"Lost Become Rikti"

Hahahaha, Omega Level Clearance THAT!

Hahahahaha-whuh...? Uh. Hold on. Someone at the door.

...Wow. They're good...
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Uaaaaagggghhhhh!!!

And overly violent, even for a villain, clearly we're dealing with a criminal genius much like myself...


In my base, I want Mini-Bars, Real Bars, Drinking Bars and Bartenders. All hail to the ale! Three cheers for the beers! and a glass of white wine or fruit based drink for the lady... *gestures politely with a bow* Thems the rules and if we didn't have rules where would we be!? EVE Online! Too many rules!? A Korean/Japanese/Chinese Grindfest MMO!!

I'd also like more themes and floor styles.

Volcano Bases with real lava, Shark Tanks with real water, Sewer Ducts with Skanky green sewage. Why can't we have walls that aren't vertical abomniations? The Bat Cave certainly doesn't have perfect lines, give us some caves!

What about giving us access to modular versions of the existing mission textures at knock down prices? If the Hero Base in Faultline is allowed to look like a Science Lab mission, why can't ours?!

Y'know while I'm at it, there are tonnes of things the Bases need. I think it's because it was an afterthought that they knew would bring in customers if they completed it, knowing full well that even if they didn't make it good, no one would find out how rubbish the base customisation was without playing for a long time.

Tear out the base customisation! Come back with Issue 12 "Eleven Point Two" where they basically redo the awesomeness of Issue 11 by improving all the character customisation bits... upgrade the costume designer and redo the base maker. Some people only play for those bits anyway.

/em rantoff

to feel alive

Simpletons,

I, Hatesman, wish to uncover the pathetic drivel that you pass off as concious thought, in an attempt to improve and enhance the services provided by the Rogue Isle's Super-Villain community. Your only options are Compliance or Annihilation!!

OOC:

No! You're not simpletons! Haha, don't listen to Hates. =P

So,

At the start of my RP Villain Group the Terra Liberation Front I began writing a guide called "A Guide to Super-Villainy" which so far has one chapter describing how Super-Villains need a theme. Due to my procrastination, I decided that this guide was unnecessary and put it to one side.

Now I've picked it up again and I'm back with it, and while I think I do have an idea as to what makes a Great Super-Villain, I'd like to know what your opinions are. After all, to Role-Play a Super-Villain in City of Villains is to often try to cater to an audience of highly critical, egotistical (read: 'Exceptionally Brilliant') actors and actresses, who probably know what makes a great character already, and I think a lot of roleplayers stay away from playing Super-Villains because they seem to be a shallow option next to the mighty Super-Hero, who is the master of their own story.

So far my list is as follows:

1. Theme - Every Great Super-Villain needs a theme, just being evil is not enough for greatness, anyone can act and think they're Evil even Heroes, but only the Great Super-Villains will bear a signature theme.

2. Derranged Personality - I think that all Great Super-Villains need a derranged personality. Be it a Sociopathic nut-job, a crazed serial killer, or insane scientist. This should stem from a single point in their life, perhaps when they gained their powers, from being picked on in school, or simply being born to Vampires. Once again it's not enough for a villain simply to be Evil in my book for the sake of being Evil. Being bad, just because they can be, isn't a good enough excuse, that's how Henchmen get their jobs, it's not how Masterminds should do things.

So I put to you, the humble Roleplayer...

What Makes a Great Super-Villain?

Here's the first picture of Found I took.

In a bizarre twist of events here he is in his Militia Uniform.

**This Reply Contains Omega Level Spoilers**

You know those characters that you start with absolutely no idea as to their nature but become brilliant anyway? Like, no pre-planning beyond a style.

Well I find these characters are the best for doing this.

I created "Found" first time *around who is a Lost Brute who has been released from the Mind-Control state that Lost and Rikti tend to fall under. Returning to the life of a hero he had before the first Rikti War when he was lost in the sewers and mutated into the beast he is today.

In trying to create a Lost Boss, I had to try to create either a Defender with Psychic Blast, or a Controller with Mind Control, as we all know that the big Bosses possess that annoying Mind Control attack Mezmerize, while they also tend to blast things with their Subdue's from Psychic Blast.

Always being a fan of the Psychic Blast's early Psionic Lance Sniper attack. I then mixed that set with Radiation Emission, as I that with "Mutate" as its rez, it would make for a cool Mutated feel to Empathy, a Lost Healer if they ever had one.

Then I simply took him out onto the streets and wound up in Pocket D. Not knowing how to play a reformed brainwashed hero trapped inside the monsterous shell that terrorized the city for so long, I played him as the nicest person in the world, that I would like to know, compensating for his hideous looks with a subtle, reserved charm.

Based on the Lost's underground cult stylings Found's evolved into something of an alternative remedy healer, offering psychic councilling sessions, where he is often *found medidtating in garderns and parks, trying to hold onto his inner strength that was once the Hero known as "Markos Tyrone".

**Spoiler Alert**

The Second Rikti War let me put Found on hold for a while under the pretense that the Rikti Mind Control had once again picked him up and fused him into the system. No one quite knows where he is, assuming he's either dead or completely *Lost to the cause. Of course, he is going to make a comeback.

(*Being the 'Found' 'Lost' makes for such freaking easy puns! An upcoming story for example is 'Finding Found' gah, cringe worthy but brilliant.)

In conclusion, I've made some other Villain turned Hero characters, a Hellion, a Warrior and a Clockwork (who was actually still evil and a Villain), I've met a Troll and even a Hellion/Freakshow hybrid and I simply think this type of character is awesome.

Thanks for the original idea Mechano, and if anyone has a Lost character they want to RP, send me a Forum PM, I'd love to hear from you and see your creations.

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Anyway kudos to Ghost for stepping in, but seeing as Dante, and Archer are the SG's official moderators, its probably best let them set up the new forum. (And do all the work of course! )

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Okay good, all that work and the unsuitability of GuildPortal was starting to worry me.

Yay for easy to use forums! Cheers for the suggestion Echo.

((Continued from Hit the Floor))

Chapter 2: The Name of the Law by @The Architect

October 6th, 7:36am - Future Dynamics

“Yeah, he was really fast and strong. I'm worried that if a guy like that's running around he could hurt someone, maybe another rookie like myself... Heh heh.” Jimmy's words held a reserved apologetic tone. After he'd failed to stop the super shop-lifter himself he'd called the police, but since the strange man hadn't stolen much and had actually saved Jimmy, they took a full day to chase it up.

“So, I've got a freeze frame on the CCTV outback for you. Come through...” two PPD detectives followed Jimmy through to the back room where an image of the man that night flickered with static on a small screen, next to one that replayed the entire fight from multiple angles on a loop.

Officer Haslow pushed through, leant over and took a closer look. “It's a definite Meta case. See how his eyes are bleached white?" he said pointing at the screen with one hand and putting a tooth-pick in his mouth with the other. "Yeeeah... classic trait.”

“So, when I told you he lifted a truck, that's not a clue?” interrupted Jimmy.

Haslow let out a sigh and turned to Jimmy. “Leave it to the professionals from now on kid. Kapish? We got this.” Jimmy looked down at his feet and stood back in silence.

“Okay Mike, take this down for the APB?” Haslow asked his partner, who promptly took a pencil and notebook from his pocket. “Okay Chief.”

“Okay...” Haslow sat down at the desk in front of the CCTV monitors, scanning them all with a careful eye.

“...21 Albino Male, 6ft, white eyes, pale skin, shirtless, white hair and metal pants.”

“Metal pants chief?” asked Detective Bennet, mildly confused.

“Y'know... high-tech lookin' armour. I dunno, here.” he motioned to Bennet to have a closer look.

“...Robot Features.” said bennet as he scribbled down the last details and headed outside.

“Don't worry kid..." said Haslow with an air of confidence and a glint in his eye, "...we'll catch this guy."


Sunday October 7th, 10:24pm – Talos Island, Arena District

“Freeze! In the Name of the Law dirtbag!” boomed a gruff voice through a Police Helicopters loud speaker, after a figure followed by the Choppers searchlight, darting behind a wooden fence into an alleyway.

The sound of the deafening rotor-blades filled the air as the man pressed his back up against the fence, and scanned the area in front of him before sprinting onwards.

“Don't let him get away!” came the voice again to officers on the ground. SWAT Commander Jennings turned the loud-speaker off as he picked up the Police-Band Radio on the cockpit HUD. “This is SWAT Commander Jennings, requesting special assistance!”

“Roger that Commander, Heroes have been notified of the situation and Crisis Suits have been dispatched, you have permission to hold off aerial pursuit, we have target on Satellite Imaging.”

With the sound of the Helicopter disappearing into the distance, on the ground, the man the police were pursuing, slowed his footsteps, so that he was now gently stalking through the alleyway on Talos Island. He stopped to turn towards where his pursuers once were, and gazed up into the nights sky at the bright half-moon, his face displaying a rare moment of emotional wonder. He was now carrying the stolen Katana across his back, on top of an equally stolen leather bikers jacket.

“No body has to get hurt, but I do relish when they do.” the Thief span in his tracks to locate the voice. There, he watched the shadows converge into a humanoid figure, rising out of the pavement.

“Do you wish to do Battle??” inquired the thief to the shadow, reaching for his Katana.

“Yesss... Yes I do!” the Dark Figure lunged forwards with a fist that seeped with negative energy, cutting into the very fabric of space.

SSSHING! The Katana was loose from it's holster, parrying the hit. The Swordsman launched himself backwards to escape.

“Whheeere aaare yoou going?” with that, the Dark Fighter collapsed back into a black cloud, letting loose a dozen dark tendrils at the Swordsman, grasping his legs and arms, holding him dead in his tracks.

The Swordsman swung furiously, cutting off parts of the Dark Fighter, which simply dropped to the floor and wriggled like worms back to the main mass of darkness.

“Give me that Blade!!” a long wispy tendril shot up vertically from the mass, arched over and whipped at the Swordsman's Katana, stopping the Swordsman's attacks dead, as he now struggled to hold onto his weapon. The Tendril effortlessly yanked the Sword clean out of the Swordsman's grip and across the alleyway, where it dug into the brick wall with a sizeable 'shunk!'. Then like a serpents head, the same Tendril fixed it's attention on the Swordsman's squirming body, this time it shot forwards and wrapped itself around the Swordsman's mouth in an attempt to to choke him.

“Jussst go to sssleep and thisss will all be over.”

The Swordsman's hollow eyes stared into the darkness that was 'Jarral', where his gaze was immediately met by a horrific screaming face, that appeared from the darkness, enough to terrorize a normal man.

The Swordsman went limp, as he slowly suffocated into submission.

“Gooooood.”, the Vigilante said as he lowered the Swordsman's body onto the pavement.

Then with a giant spark of light, the Swordsman's body disappeared, leaving the Dark Entity reeling backwards, splashing over into the pavement, reforming after a second into a surprisingly young man hooded in a black robe mage's robe, adorned with glowing runes and symbols.

“Now where did he go!?” questioned the young hero, turning in circles to survey the alley.

“I got him!” came a female voice high above the alleyway.

Up on the roof, a woman dressed in a green and yellow performed a rolling landing onto the roof a few meters away from the Swordsman, she hastily took out a small cylinder, tapped it against the floor and extended it into a formidable looking Metal Dueling Rod.

The Swordsman took up a lowered defensive stance.

“I don't want to hurt you, just give yourself up.”

The familiar thick thudding of Helicopter rotors, rose in volume, as the Chopper closed the distance, dropping down so that it was at Rooftop level, shining a blinding spotlight on the two heroes. The Swordsman hastily surveyed the area, as he once again watch the Dark hero from the alleyway, now reform on the rooftop from what seemed to be a thick black fog.

“We have you surrounded, do not try to escape.” came the voice of Commander Jennings from the Helicopter again.

“Nice find Amy... But I'm afraid he's mine!!” snapped the Dark Hero at his team-mate before dissolving into his dark tendril form again and launching at the Swordsman.

The Swordsman's eyes narrowed, as he span on the spot and sprinted towards the Helicopter, followed closely by the cloud of nightmarish energy that was 'Jarral'.

“Jarral wait!” Amy shouted after him.

The Swordsman leapt a full 10 meters from the rooftop, onto the Helicopters landing bar with a clang of metal against metal. Without thinking for a second, he lunged at Commander Jennings, grabbing his collar and ripping him from his seat. Jenning's harness snapped like it was made of paper as he lurched forwards.

Jarral had no time to react, as he was hit by a flailing SWAT Commander, he exploded into a fine black mist in mid air, that was promptly blown away into the wind, by the Helicopters powerful rotors.

Jennings landed awkwardly on the gravelled roof, rolling half a dozen times before coming to a stop at Amy Waters feet. The Heroine dropped to her knees for a second to see if he was all right, he reeled in pain for a second, showing her what she needed to know.

In the Cockpit, the pilot tried frantically to beat the his Hijacker away, but it was no use, he was just too strong for a normal human and before he knew it, he was falling from the cockpit onto another roof, watching the Swordsman escape with his Helicopter over the sea north of Talos Island.

Amy detracted her Dueling staff, and hit a button on her wrist. "Flight mode Activated" said a pre-programmed female computer voice, Amy's rocket boots lit up a neon blue colour, as she sprinted for the escaping helicopter.

“I'm going after him!” announced Amy as she extended a pair of glider wings from her back pack and dived over the ledge, launching herself into the sky. Once in flight, her Rocket Boots lit up with blue flames, as she powered after the escaping Swordsman.

The Swordsman's cold eyes fixed on a small island off the coast as he felt a sudden pull on the controls accompanied by a sizable 'thunk!'

Amy had retracted her wings and clamped herself to the side of the Chopper with her magnetic gloves. Destabilizing the chopper for a moment with her weight. The Swordsman rolled to the side, and looked backwards to Amy on the side of the Chopper. “Get off.” he commanded, bluntly as he lifted himself from his seat.

Amy looked up to the rotor blades above her, and then down to the rough sea below. She wasn't ready for a fight here, but she'd have no choice. The crazed hijacker had to be stopped!

Amy pulled out her Tazer gun and aimed it forwards. The strange Swordsman, flipped the Autopilot switch and climbed out onto the Helicopters left landing rail. “Get off.” he repeated to her as he moved closer.

“Why don't you come and get some!?” she said, as she fired a pair of highly charged Tazer darts into his chest.

The Swordsman let out a whelp of pain, as he grabbed the Tazer cord, and wrapped it around one of his knuckles.

“You need to get off!” the man shouted through the wind as he motioned towards the falling flight path of the Chopper, that was now headed back down to earth.

Amy's face filled with a look of shock as she watched the man throw himself from the Landing Rail, tugging at Amy via the Tazer cord. The two of them fell for a few seconds in Unison, before Amy threw her Tazer away and activated her Glider, flying away as she watched the Hijacker and Helicopter crash into the sea a few hundred meters from each other.

Amy circled around and doubled back in a search pattern for the Hijacker, like a hornet at a picnic.

Beneath the waves, in the depths of the sea, all was hushed and silent. A stark and contrast to the noisy world, above where a Helicopter whined it's last strains of life.

Beneath the waves, the Swordsman seemed unconcerned with such human needs as oxygen or warmth, as he dove down as far as he could, propelled ever faster by his heavy metal legs.

As the Ocean floor approached, the figure span to land firmly on the ocean floor, kicking up a large cloud of sand around him. Drawn to a snails pace by the waters resistance, the Swordsman slowly stomped his way towards an undersea cave.

"This is not how it was meant to be." he thought to himself, as he climbed the rocks from the ocean floor up to the cave.

Psyborg Zero had not come to this place to be a 'Dirtbag Villain' as his pursuers had brandished him. His destiny was a noble one.

“I will hasten my evolution.”

Zero turned and lifted his hand towards the cave entrance, sucking the potential energy from his environment into his palm. A shield of crystal blue ice engulfed the cave entrance, growing from either side of the hole, encapsulating him in a prison of his own design.

Psyborg Zero lowered his hands to his side, then threw them both up like a tempest weaving a magnificent spell.

"Cryostasis Reconstruction!"

With that, large shoots of ice extended from every section of Zero's body like magnificent crystal tree roots, growing ever larger and thicker.

After a few minutes the cave was filled with nothing but Ice and a strange figure encased inside...

((The damn forum timed out on me, so I lost the original copy of this! So stupid I know, so this is 'Aggreived Attempt at Chapter 2, Number Two'. Sorry if it sucks more than the others. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! SO TIRED. Zzzzzzzz.))

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Chapter 2: The Name of the Law by @The Architect

October 6th, 7:36am - Future Dynamics

“Yeah, he was really fast and strong. I'm worried that if a guy like that's running around he could hurt someone, maybe another rookie like myself... Heh heh.” Jimmy's words held a reserved apologetic tone. After he'd failed to stop the super shop-lifter himself he'd called the police, but since the strange man hadn't stolen much and had actually saved Jimmy, they took a full day to chase it up.

“So, I've got a freeze frame on the CCTV outback for you. Come through...” two PPD detectives followed Jimmy through to the back room where an image of the man that night flickered with static on a small screen, next to one that replayed the entire fight from multiple angles on a loop.

Officer Haslow pushed through, leant over and took a closer look. “It's a definite Meta case. See how his eyes are bleached white?" he said pointing at the screen with one hand and putting a tooth-pick in his mouth with the other. "Yeeeah... classic trait.”

“So, when I told you he lifted a truck, that's not a clue?” interrupted Jimmy.

Haslow let out a sigh and turned to Jimmy. “Leave it to the professionals from now on kid. Kapish? We got this.” Jimmy looked down at his feet and stood back in silence.

“Okay Mike, take this down for the APB?” Haslow asked his partner, who promptly took a pencil and notebook from his pocket. “Okay Chief.”

“Okay...” Haslow sat down at the desk in front of the CCTV monitors, scanning them all with a careful eye.

“...21 Albino Male, 6ft, white eyes, pale skin, shirtless, white hair and metal pants.”

“Metal pants chief?” asked Detective Bennet, mildly confused.

“Y'know... high-tech lookin' armour. I dunno, here.” he motioned to Bennet to have a closer look.

“...Robot Features.” said bennet as he scribbled down the last details and headed outside.

“Don't worry kid..." said Haslow with an air of confidence and a glint in his eye, "...we'll catch this guy."


Sunday October 7th, 10:24pm – Talos Island, Arena District

“Freeze! In the Name of the Law dirtbag!” boomed a gruff voice through a Police Helicopters loud speaker, after a figure followed by the Choppers searchlight, darting behind a wooden fence into an alleyway.

The sound of the deafening rotor-blades filled the air as the man pressed his back up against the fence, and scanned the area in front of him before sprinting onwards.

“Don't let him get away!” came the voice again to officers on the ground. SWAT Commander Jennings turned the loud-speaker off as he picked up the Police-Band Radio on the cockpit HUD. “This is SWAT Commander Jennings, requesting special assistance!”

“Roger that Commander, Heroes have been notified of the situation and Crisis Suits have been dispatched, you have permission to hold off aerial pursuit, we have target on Satellite Imaging.”

With the sound of the Helicopter disappearing into the distance, on the ground, the man the police were pursuing, slowed his footsteps, so that he was now gently stalking through the alleyway on Talos Island. He stopped to turn towards where his pursuers once were, and gazed up into the nights sky at the bright half-moon, his face displaying a rare moment of emotional wonder. He was now carrying the stolen Katana across his back, on top of an equally stolen leather bikers jacket.

“No body has to get hurt, but I do relish when they do.” the Thief span in his tracks to locate the voice. There, he watched the shadows converge into a humanoid figure, rising out of the pavement.

“Do you wish to do Battle??” inquired the thief to the shadow, reaching for his Katana.

“Yesss... Yes I do!” the Dark Figure lunged forwards with a fist that seeped with negative energy, cutting into the very fabric of space.

SSSHING! The Katana was loose from it's holster, parrying the hit. The Swordsman launched himself backwards to escape.

“Whheeere aaare yoou going?” with that, the Dark Fighter collapsed back into a black cloud, letting loose a dozen dark tendrils at the Swordsman, grasping his legs and arms, holding him dead in his tracks.

The Swordsman swung furiously, cutting off parts of the Dark Fighter, which simply dropped to the floor and wriggled like worms back to the main mass of darkness.

“Give me that Blade!!” a long wispy tendril shot up vertically from the mass, arched over and whipped at the Swordsman's Katana, stopping the Swordsman's attacks dead, as he now struggled to hold onto his weapon. The Tendril effortlessly yanked the Sword clean out of the Swordsman's grip and across the alleyway, where it dug into the brick wall with a sizeable 'shunk!'. Then like a serpents head, the same Tendril fixed it's attention on the Swordsman's squirming body, this time it shot forwards and wrapped itself around the Swordsman's mouth in an attempt to to choke him.

“Jussst go to sssleep and thisss will all be over.”

The Swordsman's hollow eyes stared into the darkness that was 'Jarral', where his gaze was immediately met by a horrific screaming face, that appeared from the darkness, enough to terrorize a normal man.

The Swordsman went limp, as he slowly suffocated into submission.

“Gooooood.”, the Vigilante said as he lowered the Swordsman's body onto the pavement.

Then with a giant spark of light, the Swordsman's body disappeared, leaving the Dark Entity reeling backwards, splashing over into the pavement, reforming after a second into a surprisingly young man hooded in a black robe mage's robe, adorned with glowing runes and symbols.

“Now where did he go!?” questioned the young hero, turning in circles to survey the alley.

“I got him!” came a female voice high above the alleyway.

Up on the roof, a woman dressed in a green and yellow performed a rolling landing onto the roof a few meters away from the Swordsman, she hastily took out a small cylinder, tapped it against the floor and extended it into a formidable looking Metal Dueling Rod.

The Swordsman took up a lowered defensive stance.

“I don't want to hurt you, just give yourself up.”

The familiar thick thudding of Helicopter rotors, rose in volume, as the Chopper closed the distance, dropping down so that it was at Rooftop level, shining a blinding spotlight on the two heroes. The Swordsman hastily surveyed the area, as he once again watch the Dark hero from the alleyway, now reform on the rooftop from what seemed to be a thick black fog.

“We have you surrounded, do not try to escape.” came the voice of Commander Jennings from the Helicopter again.

“Nice find Amy... But I'm afraid he's mine!!” snapped the Dark Hero at his team-mate before dissolving into his dark tendril form again and launching at the Swordsman.

The Swordsman's eyes narrowed, as he span on the spot and sprinted towards the Helicopter, followed closely by the cloud of nightmarish energy that was 'Jarral'.

“Jarral wait!” Amy shouted after him.

The Swordsman leapt a full 10 meters from the rooftop, onto the Helicopters landing bar with a clang of metal against metal. Without thinking for a second, he lunged at Commander Jennings, grabbing his collar and ripping him from his seat. Jenning's harness snapped like it was made of paper as he lurched forwards.

Jarral had no time to react, as he was hit by a flailing SWAT Commander, he exploded into a fine black mist in mid air, that was promptly blown away into the wind, by the Helicopters powerful rotors.

Jennings landed awkwardly on the gravelled roof, rolling half a dozen times before coming to a stop at Amy Waters feet. The Heroine dropped to her knees for a second to see if he was all right, he reeled in pain for a second, showing her what she needed to know.

In the Cockpit, the pilot tried frantically to beat the his Hijacker away, but it was no use, he was just too strong for a normal human and before he knew it, he was falling from the cockpit onto another roof, watching the Swordsman escape with his Helicopter over the sea north of Talos Island.

Amy detracted her Dueling staff, and hit a button on her wrist. "Flight mode Activated" said a pre-programmed female computer voice, Amy's rocket boots lit up a neon blue colour, as she sprinted for the escaping helicopter.

“I'm going after him!” announced Amy as she extended a pair of glider wings from her back pack and dived over the ledge, launching herself into the sky. Once in flight, her Rocket Boots lit up with blue flames, as she powered after the escaping Swordsman.

The Swordsman's cold eyes fixed on a small island off the coast as he felt a sudden pull on the controls accompanied by a sizable 'thunk!'

Amy had retracted her wings and clamped herself to the side of the Chopper with her magnetic gloves. Destabilizing the chopper for a moment with her weight. The Swordsman rolled to the side, and looked backwards to Amy on the side of the Chopper. “Get off.” he commanded, bluntly as he lifted himself from his seat.

Amy looked up to the rotor blades above her, and then down to the rough sea below. She wasn't ready for a fight here, but she'd have no choice. The crazed hijacker had to be stopped!

Amy pulled out her Tazer gun and aimed it forwards. The strange Swordsman, flipped the Autopilot switch and climbed out onto the Helicopters left landing rail. “Get off.” he repeated to her as he moved closer.

“Why don't you come and get some!?” she said, as she fired a pair of highly charged Tazer darts into his chest.

The Swordsman let out a whelp of pain, as he grabbed the Tazer cord, and wrapped it around one of his knuckles.

“You need to get off!” the man shouted through the wind as he motioned towards the falling flight path of the Chopper, that was now headed back down to earth.

Amy's face filled with a look of shock as she watched the man throw himself from the Landing Rail, tugging at Amy via the Tazer cord. The two of them fell for a few seconds in Unison, before Amy threw her Tazer away and activated her Glider, flying away as she watched the Hijacker and Helicopter crash into the sea a few hundred meters from each other.

Amy circled around and doubled back in a search pattern for the Hijacker, like a hornet at a picnic.

Beneath the waves, in the depths of the sea, all was hushed and silent. A stark and contrast to the noisy world, above where a Helicopter whined it's last strains of life.

Beneath the waves, the Swordsman seemed unconcerned with such human needs as oxygen or warmth, as he dove down as far as he could, propelled ever faster by his heavy metal legs.

As the Ocean floor approached, the figure span to land firmly on the ocean floor, kicking up a large cloud of sand around him. Drawn to a snails pace by the waters resistance, the Swordsman slowly stomped his way towards an undersea cave.

"This is not how it was meant to be." he thought to himself, as he climbed the rocks from the ocean floor up to the cave.

Psyborg Zero had not come to this place to be a 'Dirtbag Villain' as his pursuers had brandished him. His destiny was a noble one.

“I will hasten my evolution.”

Zero turned and lifted his hand towards the cave entrance, sucking the potential energy from his environment into his palm. A shield of crystal blue ice engulfed the cave entrance, growing from either side of the hole, encapsulating him in a prison of his own design.

Psyborg Zero lowered his hands to his side, then threw them both up like a tempest weaving a magnificent spell.

"Cryostasis Reconstruction!"

With that, large shoots of ice extended from every section of Zero's body like magnificent crystal tree roots, growing ever larger and thicker.

After a few minutes the cave was filled with nothing but Ice and a strange figure encased inside...

((The damn forum timed out on me, so I lost the original copy of this! So stupid I know, so this is 'Aggreived Attempt at Chapter 2, Number Two'. Sorry if it sucks more than the others. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! SO TIRED NOW... Zzzzzzzz. =P))

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