Log:Broken Arrows, Scene 1

Broken Arrows 2013/07/26    Abigail American Dream Darkling Fox Forge Fynn Porter 1

It's nighttime in Colonial Bay but the evening is lit by plasma weapons fire. A number of gunman, four of them, are holed up in the bank, shooting at cops outside. There's a police car on fire in front of the bank, with two wounded cops down on the ground behind it. Two more cops are taking cover behind a second police car. The want to move to rescue their buddies but they are pinned down by weapons fire.

The gunmen inside the bank are outfitted with tactical goggles and military grade body armor in addition to their high-tech energy weapons. They take cover behind the pillars and building supports as they shout it out with the cops.

Fox is attracted by the sounds of energy weapons being discharged and explosions and other horrible things. She arrives in secret, listening to the police communicate with each other as she takes an evaluative look over the bank and access points she can create therein.

Porter is usually on the lookout for trouble. For those rare times when it doesn't find him. Most of this lookout is just a run of the mill police band scanner. He happens to be near enough that he can arrive on foot, instead of re-combobulation.

Suddenly Forge just drops out of the sky, landing alongside a police cruiser with his Star Guard credentials in hand. The Metal Man offers a cheerful smile and a nod as he inquires, "How can I help, officers?" While his credentials are verified, Forge takes the opportunity to survey the scene and try to get a sense of what's what so far.

Alerted by the sounds of police sirens and weapons fire, Fynn follows them to the scene, flying just above the buildings until the firefight comes into view. He flies down behind a cruiser, next to a cop that's using it for cover. "This looks rough, need a hand?"

Felicia happens to be in the area delivering her last documents for the evening when the sound of gunfire erupt. Pedalling furiously she races toward the scene, pulling into an alley just nearby to change into her costume. Kitting herself out in coveralls and weapons she decides she begins her approach to the scene of the crime, careful to keep her gun slung non-threateningly as she approaches the scene, trying to work out who she should approach to offer help

American Dream just happens to be riding along nearby when she hears the sounds of the firefight happening, a couple of blocks over. Pulling her bike over, quickly taking a parking spot, she's soon landing on a rooftop overlooking the 'scene of the crime'.

Well, when you get emergency calls, you don't take the time to -drive- when you can fly at supersonic speeds. Abigail was out in the Bay, and took the time to land the Osprey she was flying, full of a marine squad. But when she was told about the emergency call... she rolled her eyes and leaps from the back of the destroyer she landed on, and blurred into plasma induced motion.

And so a golden plasma trail led across the sky as she arced towards the bank... decelerating to come in for a landing at the side of the officers on hand... still in her camouflage fatigues. Too bad.. she'll have to do without that gaudy (and cleavage bearing) uniform.

One of the cops covering behind a car says to the heroes nearby. "Our guys are hurt, but we can't get to 'em with those guys blasting at us."

Fox offers, "Can...vix." She is already bothered by her speech limitations, her offer of assistance lost.

Nodding to the officers behind cover, Forge casts a glance around him. He notes Fynn and Abigail first, since they're right there, and notes, "If you can lay down some cover fire for me, I'll get in position to shield the cops that are down."

A moment later, without necessarily waiting for a response, Forge's legs seem to have become spring-ribbed as he crouches down. The Metal Man abruptly launches over the squad car and over to the top of the squad car with the injured officers. Despite landing awkwardly, Forge's left forearm comes up as the metal extrudes into what appears to be a large, Captain America-style - if merely chrome steel colored - shield.

"Cover! Evac inbound!", calls down American Dream from the rooftop on which she just landed.

Twitching to leap into action, Abigail is about to go do something useful when... *sigh* Okay Forge, this is why we communicate plans in advance. She surges into golden glowing motion, doing a somersault in mid air and landing... when she hears Dream's words, her angle changes and she comes down behind the burning car, laying one arm out on top of the trunk and saying, "Good Copy! Cover!" And then a glow of her hand launches a large pulse of plasma forward, exploding into a large ball just beyond the pillars.

BOOM! The blast inside the back buffets the gunman, knocked them forward and out from cover. What's left of the front windows are blasted out and charred bank slips begin to float down to the ground.

American Dream leaps off the rooftop, landing square in the middle of the street, right between the two police cruisers. As she bends her knees, absorbing the landing with her legs, she extends her hands to either side, and the almost-yellow glow that's around her body extends and envelops the four police officers. Then, she straightens her legs and leaps up and away, with the officers coming with her, to land with them in a group a ways down the street and just around a corner.

"Take care of your buddies, guys", she says to the unwounded cops. "Me and the others'll take care of the bad guys", she adds, as she turns to face back towards the bank, clearly about to leap back into the fray.

Fox changes forms, rushing at one of the energy weaponeers, claws shredding into the weapon as she arrives at his location, a terrifying roar sounding from her.

American Dream leaps off the rooftop, landing behind the flaming police cruiser. As she bends her knees, absorbing the landing with her legs, she extends her hands to either side, and the almost-yellow glow that's around her body extends and envelops the two wounded police officers. Then, she straightens her legs and leaps up and away, with the officers coming with her, to land with them in a group a ways down the street and just around a corner. She then turns to face back towards the bank, for now staying near the injured people.

The gunman's plasma rifle fzzts and Fox rends it to bits.

Porter heads for the cops taking cover to ask what they need. Thankfully, they already know, and yell it out. He's quickly not alone, and others are already diving into things, floating people out, or blowing stuff up.Liking Fox's idea, he focuses on one of the now-exposed gunman, or more specifically, his gun. All that firing, now an explosion... who knows how stable the power source on that thing is? And a gunman without a gun is just a man, right?

What happens when power sources fluctuate? In this case, the weapon seems to discharge, and happened to be pointing at Porter at the time.

Fynn looks at the cop with a big grin and a thumbs up. "I'll give you some cover." He takes a deep breath and earth begins oozing from his skin as he grows rapidly into a vaguely humanoid form of rock and soil stopping at over twenty feet tall. One huge foot is stomped on the road, causing it to crack and rumble as a hand is raised. Another rumble comes as a wall of stone raises from the ground between the burning car and the bank.

Darkling moves around the rear-most of the police cruisers, machine pistol levelled to cover the villains that Abigail just exploded into the street. Her expression is hidden behind her balaclava thing but her voice is heavy with wonderment. "Whoa... this is how the big kids play..." Her right hand moves to the belt at her waist to pull forth a small device. There is a small beep as her gloved thumb depresses a button and she hoists it toward the robbers.

Darkling's grenade explodes and immobilizes one of the gunmen in quick-hardening foam.

"Wh-what the hell?!" a terrified gunman looks up at Fox. He kicks backwards across the ground away from Fox, and it's all he can to get back up to his feet.

Okay, covering, aiming, exposed gunmen and... is that. Abigail looks at the rifle in the hands of one of the gunment and her eyes narrow. Then... "Oh come.. on.." she mutters as the wall springs up, ruining her cover position and forcing her to reposition. "God I miss working with marines." she mutters.

One of the gunmen shouts back to someone further inside the bank. "You better be ready, cause we got metas! Go! Go! Go!" He gets up to his feet and ready his weapon.

The other gunman flees into the bank.

The gunman shouting the orders takes aim on Fox and fires.

Fox just grins when the gunman aims at her, a big, nasty, fanged grin. "You...next," she says before he pulls the trigger.

The blast narrowly misses Fox, close enough for her to feel the heat of the blast.

Forge finds himself faced with a wall. He looks around, gaze settling on Abigail for a few moments before offering a shrug. The Metal Man bounds off of the burning car and calls, "Then give me some orders, ma'am, now that the injured are getting hauled out of the line of fire."

Fox doesn't seem to even flinch when the blast narrowly misses her. She was expecting it to tag her, really.

"Orders? Well for one, don't obstruct the field of fire but... that's more of a guideline. Irecognize these weapons they're using. They fire bio-generated plasma... you might say I have a first hand knowledge of the plasma..." says Abigail as she glows again, stepping up onto the car and leaping up and over the barrier, twisting to flip and come down the other side... at an angle aimed to get her to the bank doors, "And follow me! Cover fire would be appreciated! And she aims to head in the doors.

Inside the bank, Abigail can see the gunman who's fleeing, he's heading towards a hole in the back wall of the bank, carved out with plasma blasts. It looks like the back vault received similar treatment -- cut open with plasma blasts.

Darkling's right hand returns to her machine pistol. p shock = :is going to lag so for behind here :)

Fox rushes to catch the runny gunman, not liking the idea of him getting out and with the others currently occupied by the heroic presence, she does not need to stay and bug them. To escape Fox, one must have a fairly strong head start. She rushes, slamming her open hand into the blaster-holding thug to send him back into the bank toward Abigail.

The gunman collapses to the ground, knocked out.

For those who might be coming into the bank behind her, Abigail has stopped in the middle of the room, staring at the back wall... or rather at the hole in it. She has her right hand clenched in a fist, held up in the air for -some- reason.

Porter sighs. Great. Now there's a wall, and people are running and/or flying inside. Porter has to run around the long way and the end of the wall before going towards the door, since he's doubtful he can clear a 5m hurdle. He'd have trouble even if he had a ladder. Maybe they wo't have completely surrendered by the time he gets there.

Fynn steps over the car near him and breaks into a run, the pavement crushing under the impact of his feet, leaving craters and shaking the ground. His long legs quickly cover distance as he runs around the end of the wall and turns towards one of the armed gunmen with his massive rocky arms pounding on his chest like an angry silverback.

The unarmed gunman turns and flees down the street. He makes it 12m away from the front of the bank.

The armed gunman fires on Darkling.

The armed gunman begins to flee up the street. He turns and fires back on Darkling.

The gunman's plasma rifle explodes on him, knocking him to the ground.

Darkling flinches fractionally as the gunman takes his shot band seems about to fire when the rifle explodes. "Whoah... that was totally not me." She starts forward immediately to check on how the fallen thug is, oblivious to the combat unfolding around her.

Meanwhile, the fifth gunman leaves his hiding place behind the bank. He clicks the detonator in his hand, drops it and turns to run.

Catching sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, Abigail says, "Everyone watch out! This place is rigged to blow!" And then... the plasma rifle explodes and she widens her eyes for a moment. There's just a split second hestiation before she comes bursting out a window that had it any glass in it, she'd be charging through. She lands beside the gunman who -tried- to shoot Darkling, and crouches down, "Hold still." she remarks. She's -achingly- familiar with what just happened to the guy. Her blast must've damaged the power coils, misaligned the feed mechanism, just as her rifle had been damaged before she tried to use it and had it blow up in -her- hands. She'd inspect the rifle but.. it blew up. "I need an intact rifle!" she yells to the others as she reaches to lift the perp's body in her arms, gently.

Porter continues on his journey to the bank. Next time, maybe he should hail a cab.

Fynn looks into the bank through a window after hearing the warning then stomps over to the entangled gunman and leans down close looking at the rifle. He claps his huge hands together thnderously, trying to get Abigail's attention and points at the weapon.

Though her face is unreadable behind the mask Darkling's body language speaks eloquently of confusion and startlement. The sudden appearance of Abigail clearly surprises her and she just watches agog as she lifts the fallen man like a child hefting a doll.

"They're escaping through the back wall!" adds Abby as she nods to indicate she spotted the rifle Fynn is pointing at. "If we circle around, we might be able to cut'em off before they get away. Watch out for the bombs!" she calls, yelling to Porter as he heads inside.

Forge hung back both to ensure Dream got the cops off safely and to consider the orders Abigail offered. Once he's sure that the cops are off safely, the metal man turns around as his legs' appearance shifts, gaining that spring-like texture again. Abruptly, Malcolm launches /OVER/ the wall and arcs toward the bank's steps, surveying the battlefield.

The gunman in Abigail's care, his armor vest protected him from the worst of the blast, but his goggles are smashed, and his face is bloody.

Darkling finally reacts as Abigail bellows orders. "Ok, I'm going." She starts sprinting round the outside of the bank trying to get to the back with the hole in it that they escaped through. "Always gotta be some bossy b...." She doesn't slow when approaching corners the way an experienced hero might. Instead she's just gone from view running as fast as she can. Perhaps she doesn't need to slow because she's psychic... she was after all able to work out Abi is bossy.

Carrying the plasma burned criminal, Abigail floats over to an undamaged car, laying him gently on the hood before she moves to where one of the intact rifles are. "I will need to collect every one of these rifles that are remaining." she says simply as she pulls out her phone and speed dials the General.. *dun dun duuunnnnn* "General Newman. Yes, Colonel Hearns. Sir... we have an incident involving classified tech...." she begins.

"Newman here. I copy. What kind of tech? Over."

Here, where Colonial Heights Boulevard comes sweeping down the ridge from the heights themselves to meet Stardancer Boulevard, is considered the civic center of town. Official-looking buildings in Colonial architecture give it a typical East-Coast feel. The back roads are chiefly residential, inhabited by those, perhaps, that aspire to live in Colonial Heights proper, though there are some businesses as well.

Seeing that the only way round to the back of the bank is a long haul on foot Darkling shoulders her machine pistol and springs toward the banks front edifice, booted feet bracing against a window sill before she leaps up and catches hold of the grille covering an upper-story window.

Porter runs into the lobby and quickly spots the hole in the back. He keeps running, now aiming for that. Abigail's explanation makes sense... then there's that last part about bombs? He puts on the breaks to look back at her. "Wait, bombs? What bombs?! Where?!"

"Sir... open file Delta Sierra seven four niner Foxtrot. Authorization Gamma Uniform Alpha Romeo Delta India Alpha November Four Niner One." offers Abby over the phone. Notice, she didn't go after the thugs herself. Sometimes, classified stuff comes first. She also sent the others after them to have a better chance of confiscating the classified materials. The file she just referenced is the classified document detailing her own origin. "Sir... we may have another identical incident."

Fynn gives a thumbs up to Abigail as rocks and soil fall away from him into a pile, revealing his normal shape. He leaps into the air flying over the top of the bank as earth and water flow from his skin and swirl around him defensively.

From the air, Fynn can see a van waiting for the fifth gunman in the alleyway behind the bank.

Fynn yells back over the bank when he sees the van. "Getaway van in the back!"

Together, the heroes manage to stop the gunmen fleeing in the van. All in all, there are seven gunman, and they are all apprenhended.