that guy from that show

OoC:Ha, like your doodle Jackson. Maybe I should post some of my doodles of Dust, Lutsky, and Pharisee. Maybe I should just shoot him then. IC:Somewhere in the base there was an explosion. Dust fell from the ceiling and landed on the shoulder of Doctor Nicholas Saran. He shook his mustache in irritation and quickly swept the rubbish on to the floor.His office had been destroyed in the resent explosion so he had opted to speak with Kate Bishop and her mother in a nearby storage closet. The basements of the dino attack headquarters were not a place for comfort. No living quarters or lounges were on this level; instead it was mostly filled with storage rooms and the prison complex. Right now the medical bay had been moved just down the hall. Beneath them was the subbasement were the majority of the staff were bunkered down.Saran adjusted the can of rock salt he was sitting on to make himself more comfortable. The session might be difficult for both members in the room and he hated to initiate these discussions. Therapy only worked if the patent was willing to open up and that was uncommon if the chat was the doctor’s idea.Saran opened up his warn leather suitcase and removed a yellow legal pad. “It’s a shame that our previous discussion was so rudely interrupted Kate, I was starting to think we were making progress just when that darn rocket hit.” Saran smiled hoping to lighten the mood but neither of the women responded.“Nonetheless.” He frowned. “It seems fate has offered me a chance to meat your mother. Kate has told me a lot about you Sarah. I’m happy to get the chance to sit down with you.”Sarah Bishop messed with her weapon idly. “What were you credentials again Doctor? My daughter has met a lot of unpleasant individuals since she joined this team and if you’re taking advantage of her…”“I can understand that Mrs. Bishop.” Said Saran. “If my office were not up in flames I would be happy to show you my diploma. Your just have to trust that I went back to collage in 1985 after I lost my leg and graduated six years later with my Doctorate in Psychology. I’ve been a doctor for 19 years now Mrs. Bishop, longer then your daughter has been alive.”“Do you mind if I ask how you lost your leg?” asked Sarah.“It was an accident.” Said Saran passively. “But this is not about me. It’s about you and your daughter.”“What about my daughter.” Said Sarah Bishop. Saran was getting the impression she was getting defensive so he choose to treed carefully. Especially since she happened to be holding a flamethrower/shotgun and she was known to have a relatively short fuse.“When I last spoke to Kate she told me that the revelations about family were troubling her. The fact that Alan Pierce was her father was not as difficult for her as learning she was only born because of your fling with the him.”Sarah’s face darkened. “That seems a little personal doctor, it’s not something I like to talk about.”Saran nodded his head and jotted down a note on his pad. “That’s perfectly understandable Ms. Bishop. It’s less an issue about you and more about the effect if had on your daughter. What bothers her is the fact you lied to her for fifteen years about her uncle and the nature of your relationship with Alan.”“Don’t speak to me about being a parent Doctor!” Said Sarah sharply. “I’ve had to raise my daughter alone for years. I admit I’ve made mistakes but I know I’ve done the best I could. Everything I’ve done has been to protect her!”Saran nodded his head. “I’m not trying to swindle you Ms. Bishop. I just want you to know how your daughter feels. Is this the first time your daughter has been away from home?”“Kate’s only eighteen.” Responded Sarah. “She’s not even been to collage yet.”“So I imagine this is the first time she has had the opportunity to show some independence.” Said Dr. Saran. He then turned his attention to Kate.“Kate,” he began “why did you join the Dino attack? Was it your idea? I know I can probably access this information but I want to hear it from you.”“I don’t really know.” Said Kate slowly. “Well me and my mother were in the refuge camps I was approached by a D.A ambassador. I thought joining this team would be a good way to turn my life around. I really had no idea what I was getting in to.”“Turn your life away from what?” asked Dr. Saran. “Were you unhappy?” This response could prove to be the key to Kate’s early troubles. He was existed for the answer.“I told her she should not go!” cut in Sarah suddenly. “Look were it got her! She’s almost died on numerous occasions and she’s only been bullied by the likes of Rotor and Carl Lutsky. She was not ready for this kind of life!”“That may be so.” Agreed Doctor Saran. He did a spectacular job hiding his mild announce, “In your opinion Mrs. Bishop, would you say your daughter lived a sheltered life before the dino attack?”As a reminder, a far of explosion shook more dust from the ceiling of the broom closet. The three occupants looked up and waited for the noise to subside before they continued.“I protected her from things that would only upset her.” Said Sarah. “Kate did not need to know about Walter or Alan. It would have only confused her.”“How do you know?” inquired the psychologist. “Do you think she is better off finding out this information now? Your daughter is a teenager, it is at this age that most young women start to challenge the process and be more rebellious. Eighteen usually draw away from their mothers at this point and start to develop their own beliefs and ideologies. For a lot of families this kind of news would only increase the likelihood of pour relationships in the future and might further increase the distance between…”“Excuse me!” interrupted Kate. “I’m right here! Your telling my mom what I think without asking me!”The sudden comment seemed to surprise both the adults. From what they knew about Kate she was not prone to outbursts such as this. Saran smiled, it would be good for her to speak her mind about Sarah.“All right Kate,” said Doctor Saran as he considered some appropriate questions. “I want to know how you feel about Alan and Walter. I want to know more about your childhood. Did you make friends yourself or did your mother help you? Where do you see yourself in fifteen years? What would you say your relationship with your mother is? If it’s uncomfortable for you I can ask her to leave the room but it’s much better if you talk with her present.”OoC:I never know when to draw the line with these psychology sessions. I hate to insinuate things with other player’s characters so I really hope I did not make any wrong assumptions. Mostly I did things to make the talk more interesting.You can feel free to ask Saran personal questions. Weather or not he had ever had a daughter (He did not), was ever married (divorced after two years), or how he lost his leg might prove relevant.I’ll get to a Pharisee post latter. I intend to touch on his back-story in the future. I hope to make him more of a rounded character then he is now and you’ll soon find out what molded him into who he is today. It will provide some interesting background during his confrontation with Trigger. As for Solomon, I’m sorry I forgot to have him remember Dr. Cybrog. avmatoran. Can write that aspect if he want as well as brief him on his job

OoC:Wow, I suppose this is what happens when Band camp starts up again. Sorry about the wait guys, I’ve been either busy or exhausted. I had planed to start a short Pharisee flashback today but considering the pressure on my active characters it looks like I’ll have to a polycentric post.IC:Water dripped onto the commander’s shoulder and trickled down to land with a plop at his feet. The back of the bowling allay was damp and dank, grit seemed to cling to every surface and most visible metal was rusted beyond recognition. The wooden elements were rotten and now hosted a plethora of insects and mites.What was stranger were the sounds of excitement coming form just beyond the wall. Pharisee heard every strike and spare bowled by Dude, Walter, and Donnie and witnessed the pins pass beneath his feet as the machines collected them. What machines still worked would lower to the ground and rise above his head with a full rack while bowling balls would disappear into a conveyor belt beneath the floor.Over the noise of the equipment Pharisee slowly moved from machine to machine as he advanced closer to Trigger. The mercenary had a slight edge when it came to shooting skills so Pharisee hoped to gain the upper hand in closer quarters.That did not solve the problem of Carrie Enderson. Pharisee knew that Trigger would only shoot her as a last resort. If she died he would loose his leverage and Pharisee would have no reason not to shoot him.As Pharisee slowly advanced Trigger stepped back closer and closer to the back dour of the bowling ally. The commander had instructed Montgonal and three other agents to lay in wait so they could ambush him as he excited. Even with a hostage Trigger would not be able to escape. To Pharisee’s knowledge Snake had taken the last getaway car so escaping on foot would be the only option.Trigger had no options except staling. Aside from Carrie, Pharisee held all the cards. He had yet to use Montoya and he still had a T-1 Typhoon at his disposal."You know what I hate?” Trigger was saying. “People like you, who think everything's all black and white. Well guess what, it isn't. I've seen your kind before; just about every law office has at least one. Guys that think they have builder-given rights to preach justice. Well guess what, you dont! You're just a pathetic znapping being with absurd delusions of things that aren't true. If you had your way 99.9 per cent of this znapping planet would be in prison. Truth is, you're no better than me. Perhaps in another life we could have been even been friends."“To some degree you may not be that far off.” Responded Pharisee coolly. “I’ve spent eight years of my life in prison,* I’ve killed men. The difference between you and me is these experiences changed me. I’ve repented for my sins, Trigger, I admit I’ve done wrong and ask for forgiveness. I know the names of the men I’ve killed; I know the names of their wives and children. I can tell you this Trigger, because I do not take my actions lightly unlike you. For you, every body is just another faceless figure that you have ended. You are truly a man of apathy Trigger, you don’t repent for your errant ways.”“Oh so now you’re an atoner?” cackled the mercenary. “I suppose you regret your actions?”“Those who I’ve killed I’ve only done so for the greater good. I do not regret what I have done, I only pry for redemption” Said Pharisee. “Only one did not deserve to die, and he was the first.* Do you want to hear about the men I’ve killed Trigger? Do you want to know why those men don’t deserve to be on this earth any longer?”“This will me good.” Muttered the mercenary. “Carry on!”“David Gonzales Smith, age 29.” Recited Pharisee “He tethered his girlfriend, (Margot Cornelius Vaughn, age 28) to a bridge in rush hour traffic. He then drenched her in alcohol and lit her up like a roman candle where the world could see. It took four hours to get her burnt corpse of that bridge and over a hundred people witnessed it. When I caught up to him that sick son of a 4+ had made that image his screen savor. I shot him on February 26th 1994.”Trigger did not respond.“Johan Fredrick Jones, age 51” continued the commander. “He woke up one morning and thought it would be fun to nail his children (Tommy, age 6 and Peter, age 4) to the ceiling. They were in critical condition by the time I arrived and I broke his neck on August 11th 2005.”Pharisee paused for Trigger’s response. “Should I continue? The difference between you and me is well we both have killed men; I don’t just obliterate those who get in my way. Will you tell me ether one of those men did not deserve to die? How many secretaries and bus drivers have you shoot whose only crime was getting in the way of you’re greed? Do you lose sleep over it? Do you know their names? I live with these men’s blood on my hands everyday and the only way I can sleep at night is because I know society is better in their absence. You sleep at knight Trigger because you just don’t care.”“Don’t pretend to know me you son of a 4+” yelled Trigger as he fired an angry shot with his gun. Pharisee ducked behind one of the pin setting machines as a bullet ricocheted nearby.“The only thing I don’t know about you Trigger is your real name.” Called Pharisee. “I know you have used numerous alias such as Schiess. I’ve read every file I could get my hands on about your exploits and I know you’re a coward. If you weren’t why did you run away at Decta? Why did you flee the planet? Why did you run away now? Why are you hiding behind an innocent woman instead of facing me? Let her go Schiess and we’re settle this.”* * *“Wake up!”The philosopher’s eyes slowly opened to a figure warring an translucent orange helmet and black visor. It was still raining very heard but unlike earlier where the water rejuvenated it now felt cold and merciless. His right shoulder was swollen and blistered from Raul’s burn and his clothing was crisp and blackened. It was painful to move his arm and even harder to ignore the sting. The left shoulder still had a bullet in it. It was still bleeding and Solomon glimpsed a puddle of red beneath where he lay. He had a difficult time deciding which side of his body hurt more and he knew he would find out in the morning if he made it that far.“Solomon,” said Elite agent Cyborg. “What happened? We spotted you down here and I came as fast as I could.”Solomon cringed at the pain. Uncertainly he rose to his knees and splashed water in his face. His sword was not far and he crawled over to retrieve it.“I have some disturbing news.” Began the philosopher. “But now is not the time to speak. A first aid kit would be really nice right about now.”“We have a good supply on the Titanium Predator.” Said Doctor Cybrog. “I can take care of you there.”Solomon looked around at the battle taking place around him. Everywhere he looked there were dead and wounded. Gasoline Fires burned in the rain and the screams of men and beast were no longer distinguishable. He pondered for a moment how battle changes a person more into an animal then one would like to admit. In some ways it was the most primal of concepts and he watched with aversion as a nearby Dino attack agent continued to beat a dead lizard with the butt of his gun.Elsewhere another agent walked absently mindedly around the battlefield. In one hand he carried his arm that still clutched the remains of a steering wheel.“Just get me out of here.” Said Solomon.“I have job for you.” Said Doctor Cybrog, he lifted the philosopher to his feet and helped him over to the Predator. Solomon said nothing, he just wanted to have his shoulders fixed and be done. He knew that no matter how fed-up he was with war he would always be pulled back in. No matter his condition he would always need to fight. He had been a fighter for to long now and he desperately wanted peace to think about the universe.It is not about me. Thought Solomon Koplowitz. Unless we win this battle there will be nothing to philosophize about“Fine.” He said sadly. He just wanted to rest. “What do you need me to do?”* * *OoC: I’m just sending Hertz and company out of the room and over to where Pierce is. I’m not even going to try mentioning the other doctors present because with ten medical staff now it’s just to hard. IC: The occupants of what had once been the lounge made there way to the infirmary. Hertz could not hear anything that was going on around him but he had since developed his voice. All he could do was shoot out his sentences but without being able to hear them himself everything he said seemed slurred.As he walked unsteadily down the hall he glimpsed Kate, Sarah, and Dr. Saran talking. The three of them separated themselves from the main group to speak somewhere in private but they bore no risk of Hertz overhearing.The attack of Spy Clops had been a close call. Dr. Saran had been the only one in the room who had gun. While the bullets might have helped it would not have been enough to take Spy Clops out.Kate Bishop’s mom had saved him. If she had not come and shot the cyborg with her shotgun and lit the henchmen on fire Hertz would be warring a second neck.* * *Dr. Pierce rushed over as the burnt and tattered figure of Hertz was rushed into the infirmary. The techy had not realized the injuries he had sustained in till after the shock of the explosion had warn off. Now that he was out of the wreckage he could glimpse how close he had come to death.Naomi never left his side as he took a seat in an empty bed. Another nurse grabbed a burn kit well Shaw checked up on his broken arm. The once white cast was now blackened and torn. Rappings came undone constantly and his hand now hung out limply at the end. It would take some time to get a new X-ray of the injury but it did not take a doctor to see in had worsened substantially.Dr. Pierce ran over to Hertz and shown a light into his eyes to check for dilatations. A concussion was a possibility and he wanted to address the problem as soon as possible. “DOCTER.” Said Hertz suddenly. His speech was garbled as he attempted to hear his voice. He needed to speak loudly so he could comprehend what he was saying but the result sounded soft to him“What is it Hertz.” Said Pierce.“WHAT?” asked Hertz“What happened, can you hear me?”“WHAT?”Pierce shook his head and reached for a pad of paper. He quickly scribbled out a message.Are you deft? Hertz nodded his head rapidly. He grabbed the pencil from Pierce’s hand and scribbled out his own message to the doctor.YES, EXPLOSION, PLEASE HELP ME The doctor took the paper and looked at Hertz. For the first time he saw the terror in his eyes. His hearing was what made his life worth living and without it Hertz was nothing. A teardrop fell from the tech’s eye and landed on the clean white paper.Everything was quite.OoC:I’ll try and do a Saran post latter. I know last time he had a session with Kate I was not involved but I’ll work harder this time.*The reason Pharisee was in jail and the first man he killed will be revealed in an upcoming flashback. Apologies if the descriptions he gave were a little graphic.

Caliou, (I don't know how it's spelled) you know that weird bold kid on public tv?

It would appear to be Surge doing something with his left hand. Considering I can't see his target I will assume he is smashing potatoes.

Ooc:I LOLed at the MST3K reference brickman. The final sacrifice is one of my favorite episodes.I am now firmly convinced Darkling is a badman. He has my support and I eagerly await reading where he taks XERRD.

OocLol. My awful spelling is a cross I bare! I'm glad to see you can tolerate it. That darn spellcheck does not identify words that are spelled right but inappropriate for the context!If Atton can provide an explanation for Sarah's movements I would be more then willing to roll with the punches.

OocBy the time this gets posted someone may already have stated this because I did it on my phone.Wow, I have to say that was certainly impressive of Sarah! She...1. Get back to the base from the city.2. Sew the helicopter on the southern side well she and her team came from the north3. Navigated her way across the river and threw the masive battle in the front plaza4. Travel to the armory5. Build a weapon6. Travel to the south side of the base and up to the third floor7. Navigate her way threw the fire, smoke, and debris8. Find Hertz and Kate9. Shoot Spy Clops.All before the henchmen stabbed Hertz! I must have really underestimated her badmanness to think she could not do all of that in the time it takes to thrust knife!Honestly I was somewhat hopeing Kate might contribute something. Saran had a gun and so might any other passersby that could have been contrived. Sarah Bishop comeing to the rescue from blocks away seems alittle far fetched.Sorry to tarnesh Sarah's crowning moment of awesome.

iC:For the second time in the last forty-eight hours Hertz awoke surrounded by fire. He did not know what happened, all he remembered was the wall exploding and him being flung across the room to land beneath a pool table. Every computer and piece of equipment he saw appeared to be trashed beyond compare and the central radio dishes were a twisted muddle near the far corner. There was no longer a wall on the south side of the room and Hertz looked out at the stormy sky beyond.His ears seemed to have popped from the blast and he had the same impression that one gets when being submerged beneath water. Everything seemed blurred and all noises echoed among the flames.Hertz cleared the splinters of wood off his chest and rose uncertainly. He felt incredibly disoriented and he leaned against the doorframe for support. He was reminded that he still wore a sling from the broken arm he received and contemplated that it may never heal if he continued to be blown up.He wondered whether he was actually still alive. The wreckage around him seemed surreal and he thought he could be in some sort of limbo between this world and the next. After surviving the attack on the rear guard camp, living threw the crash of the Renaissance, falling over a massive cliff, and fighting the maelstrom at the temple of creation it seemed his luck should be running out soon. A cold draft from outside awoke his senses. He felt the cold sensation of rain and the spray of water on his face. He still could not hear and he pried his ears would recover soon. He was a radio operator; he could not work without his hearing. If he could not communicate over the airwaves he was useless. He bit his lip in panic, what if he was permanently deaf?The sprinklers suddenly burst to life and water rained inside the room. The fire still burned bright but the water helped quell the heat. Hertz navigated his way threw the wreckage slowly and made his way to where the south wall once stood. He needed fresh air to escape the smoke, but walking proved to be disorienting when living in a world of silence.He scanned the harbor below him and pulled out his radio. He needed to send out a message to let the team know he had survived but also inform them he may be deaf. In addition, it may not be safe for them to run blindly in. There had been a major breach in security and Hertz was not confident the threat was gone. * * * Naomi Carver and Noomi Shaw held there hands to their mouths to prevent inhaling the thick smoke. The two women moved carefully down the burning hallways to avoid burning themselves on any exposed metal. The smoke made it difficult to find their way and more then once they were forced to turn back because of blockages.“Where are we?” coughed Naomi as she flinched at the nearby flames. The sprinklers were working at full power but fire still would flare up unexpectedly.“I think we’re off the main hallway!” responded Noomi. “But I’m so turned around in all this smoke I can’t be sure!”Naomi rapped some rags around her hand and brushed away some suet on a nearby sign. “Looks like were near the offices.” She said. “I think the explosion happened on the other side of this hallway.” The women had found almost no bodies in the wreckage. Noomi had theorized that most personal were ether in the basement or on the north side where the battle was taking place. Hertz was still unaccounted for and Naomi tried desperately to find her way to the lounge.There was a sudden crash and the ceiling gave way in front of them. Naomi and Noomi ducked aside to avoid the burnt debris and looked back to see two familiar faces in the wreckage.“Sorry to drop in like this.” Smiled Doctor Saran. His mustached face smiled in regard to his lame one-liner and he quickly helped Kate Bishop up from the rubble. “I was helping Ms. Bishop get out safely and the floor suddenly gave way beneath us.”“Are you okay?” asked Noomi Shaw. The woman brushed some ash from the physiologist’s uniform.“I’m a little winded but I’m okay.” Responded Saran. “You okay Kate?”Kate Bishop nodded her head quickly. “I’ll live, how do we get out of here?”“The emergency staircases should be more clearly marked.” Remarked Naomi with annoyance. “Lets try going this way.”Kate nodded and the four navigated there way back down the hall. The sprinklers were finally starting to have some effect but the structural integrity of the south side was now compromised. Saran had to tread lightly to avoid getting his peg leg stuck and more often then not they had to shield their head from any dangers.Smoke still proved to be a problem and Kate Bishop and Naomi Carver were coughing heavily. Doctor Saran wanted to find the hole soon so he could get some air for his teammates.Naomi suddenly yelled and pointed into a nearby room. Inside, framed amongst the flames and wreckage of sofa stood Hertz. He had is back to the doorway and was instead looking out at the harbor threw the hole in wall. He appeared to be attempting to send a message with his PDA.“Hertz!” yelled Naomi.He did not respond and continued staring at his PDA. It was as if he was incapable of hearing her and continued ignoring everything around him. Naomi wiped a tear of relief from her eyes but continued screaming his name.Something must have drawn his attention and Hertz looked up from his PDA. The techy locked eyes with Naomi and held out a hand. The nurse ran across the lounge to rap her arms around him and the two embraced.“I’m so happy your alright.” Said Naomi softly as he held her head to his sholder. “I can’t do this anymore Hertz, I can keep wondering whether you’re alive or dead.”Hertz did not respond. Instead he pointed to his ears and moved his lips. He squinted his eyes in confusion at what she had just said.I was at this moment that Nicholas Saran, Noomi Shaw, and Kate Bishop looked into the room. The sight they saw was Hertz and Naomi standing where the south wall used to be. Rain and sprinklers drenched the two figures as they embraced and the passion burned as bright as the flames around them.And then like a vulture, an Inferno Helicopter appeared outside the room. It rose slowly from below and hovered just outside the opening. Like some monstrous insect, it floated there and waited to strike at the two figures standing in ignorance.“Naomi, Hertz, get down!” yelled Noomi.The techy stared at her in bewilderment as he watched her lips move. The sound of the rotors outside was lost to him and he did not realize the guns charging just behind his back.Naomi pushed him down just as the guns opened fire. The powerful machine guns tore threw the room as the pilot sprayed in every direction. The five occupants hit the deck as a clean line of bullets cut the room in half.Once the agents were down a figure glided from the helicopter on cable tether. The craft continued to hover outside as the dark figure landed on the floor of the lounge on six articulated spider legs.Spy Clops adjusted his harness and looked around for his victims with his four robotic eyes. The henchmen spotted Hertz lying on the ground in front of him and lifted the techy high in the air. He said nothing as a thick knife emerged from his wrist and drew back his arm. Taking aim at Hertz’s neck he drove the weapon forward. OoC:I don't care where this gos. Feel free to destroy the helicopter or defeat Spy Clops. I would like it if someone saves hertz.I must say Hertz is having horrible luck. He brakes his arm, Naomi rejects him, the rope bridge he's on brakes, the room he's in explodes, and now he's deft. Is it permanent? Only time will tell...I'll continue the confrontation with Trigger next with a new Pharisee post. If an opportunity presents itself I may debut his back-story

OoC:Well I don’t get Lego magazine any more. I imagine that’s where your getting this story for the 2012 Dino theme. The plot I developed does involve an extraterrestrial force and I originally planed on using Blacktron, however if the aliens from the alien conquest are the actually reason behind it I can find away to work it in. It actually might work better for what I have in mind.Fair warning Atton, this won’t advance the plot for your characters. That will come tomorrow when I reveal Hertz’s fate.IC:Solomon knelt before Raul looking defiantly down the barrel of the sorcerer’s gun. The turbaned man glared down at the philosopher with his scull-like eyes as he contemplated how best to kill him.The rain washed over Solomon’s face and he opened his mouth so the water could moisten his dry mouth. His hand was clutched over his left shoulder trying to stall the bleeding from his previous gunshot wound. The blood flowed threw his fingers and mixed with water below.Not far away was the body of Doctor Ingrid Tromsø. Solomon’s relationship with her had been complicated. It had been on and off for the last few years and had often shifted between friendship, reverence, and soothing more. Love was a word that he had considered on numerous occasions but it seemed the two rarely felt the same way. If Ingrid had wanted a relationship he had not. If he had wanted a relationship she would push him away. It seemed now she had finally made up her mind and she had died because of it.“What a waste.” Muttered Raul as he motioned to her body. “She was an good woman. It’s a shame her sacrifice was in vain.”“Don’t disrespect her memory.” Said Solomon sternly. “You will never know her.”Raul dismissed the comment with a swift wave of his hand.“Monologing has often been one of my fatale flaws Solomon.” continued Raul Barabbas. “Somewhere along the line I learned to enjoy the theatrics but I have since learned to be more genre savvy. It would be good to just shoot you now and get things over with.”“Well I’m waiting.” Said Solomon. “You’ve had me at your mercy far too long now. Perhaps you just want the moment to last.”Raul responded by slamming the rifle across Solomon’s face. The philosopher splashed down to land on the blood soaked pavement. He pressed his hand to his broken lip before looking up at the sorcerer.“You want to savor it don’t you Raul.” Said Solomon. “You’ve been living under my shadow for a long time. My accomplishments exceed yours in everyway so way not take your time? I’m at your mercy for the first time so I can see why you would want the moment last.”“Shut up Solomon.” Shot back Raul. “Don’t pretend to know me! You’re making some harsh accusations for a man about to be shot. You would not want to give me anymore excuse to pull this trigger would you?”“I won’t pretend to know who you are Raul.” Responded the philosopher. “But I know your kind. You crave more power then you are capable of controlling. You delight in the holding dominance only over those who are weaker then yourself. When confronted with any sort of challenge you prove to be a coward. You never stood up to me before, only now when I am at your mercy do your true colors show.” Solomon paused to let the words sink it. “In short Raul, you’re a common bully. With all the maturity that comes with it.”“You forget that I hold the gun.” Warned the sorcerer. He held out his hand and allowed fire to role over it. “I’m a sorcerer Solomon! I have more power then you could possibly imagine! Would I be so bold if I did not? Might makes right!”He hit Solomon with the gun again and kicked him across the rain swept plaza. He walked over quickly and grabbed him by his left shoulder sending pain rushing threw his wound. He lifted the philosopher up and commanded fire to appear in his hand.Taking hold of the man with his burning fingers he pulled him over so there eyes met. Solomon was forced to look in to his soulless gaze. “Does it Burn Solomon? Do you feel the knives of fire cascading threw you? You may try to deconstruct my mind as much as you want but you must know that compared to my strength your thoughts mean nothing. Much like burning a book, men like you will always be consumed by fire. NOW BURN!”Before Raul could unleash his fireball Solomon held up a weak hand. Glancing over at the feeble finger the sorcerer withdrew his magic and allowed him to say his last words. Solomon could tell his was contemplating weather he should pause to allow another interruption but evidently curiosity got the better of him.“Raul.” Began Solomon threw clenched teeth. His right shoulder burned from Raul’s fire and he struggled to ignore the blisters forming. “You’re monologing again.”The sorcerer yelled in ferry but was silenced by a sudden head-butt from the philosoper. He stumped backwards and landed in the rain trailing a sparks in his wake.With one shoulder shot and the other burning Solomon rose and stood before the man. He frowned at him before drawing his gun. “I’ve always tried to explain to you the benefits of using your head Raul. Sadly it seems to have fallen on depth ears.”Looking one last time at the anger burning in the sorcerer’s eyes Solomon Koplowitz pulled the trigger. Click MegablokRaul Barabbas laughed and blasted Solomon backwards with his magic. The philosopher was shot backwards trailing smoke behind him before landing amongst the carcass of a mutant T-rex. He pondered the fact that the last thing he would smell was the rotting flesh of a mutant and wondered absence mindedly if anyone else might come to his aid.Everyone else was fighting his or her own battles. As he watched the vehicles speed about on the slick pavement not a single agent looked in his direction. He was truly alone and he would die alone. Not even Ingrid would join him now.There was a sudden ssffzzt of electricity and a purple light spun around before him. He was too delirious to see what went on before him but something round hit the ground and rolled in his direction.He reached out to touch the object and jumped in horror at what he saw.Raul’s head.The eyes looked as dead as they were in life. The black turban draped around his pale face and he could see beneath the thick black beard the cauterized stump of the sorcerer’s neck.Before him in the rain the Philosopher glimpsed two purple lights that quickly extinguished. As the barrier of the lights approached he saw they were different end of a staff. The man was one that he recognized. During his time at XERRD Solomon had seen him numerous times in the hallways of the fortress. He had never spoken to the individual and the individual had never spoken to him. He had always been an enigma to some degree but Solomon had always believed his loyally.He had never made a name for himself when it came to science. Instead he had proved to be a powerful advisory in combat and a ruthless emissary for the organization. He was intelligent and cunning but Solomon did not know his name.His previous experience with the man proved irrelevant at the moment. As he walked threw the rain, Solomon wondered for the first time who he truly was. What had made this man turn against the sorcerer and save his life?“Who are you?” whispered Solomon. He was to weak to move and he was in no position to defend himself. He watched as the stranger flipped up the visor of his gas mask and revealed the white ski mask underneath.“You don’t need to know my name.” Said the gas-masked man. He spoke in an educated and refined manner that indicated high culture. The accent was light and he spoke with clarity every syllable. “If you insist on calling me something Dr. Koplowitz, perhaps you can call me Draco.”Latin, Thought Solomon. “Why did you save me?”“Because you need to win the war Dr. Koplowitz.” Said Draco flatly. “My employer has invested a considerable amount based on the outcome of this battle. If XERRD still exists at the end of the day a lot will be wasted. The Dino attack team must succeed.”“Who do you work for?” asked Solomon. “Why do we need to win.”“Tisk, Tisk, Dr. Koplowitz.” Smiled the gas mask warring man. “Do you expect me to tell you everything? I am too valuable to our origination to be killed for what I say here Dr. Koplowitz, my employer values his employees too much to casually punish those who displease him. All I can tell you is I work for a man who calls himself the Englishmen, he is a powerful man Dr. Koplowitz and he is far reaching. Already he knows were the DINO team will go and what they will became.”“What do you mean?” said Solomon. “What’s his ploy?”“All I can say Dr. Koplowitz is two years.” Said Draco. “By then there is nothing you can do. By 2012 everyone on earth will answer to him because of the Dino team’s failure.”“But you said we must win.” Said Solomon. “Now we’re going to fail?”“First you must be the heroes today.” Responded Draco. “Then you will let the people down. It is threw your future failure that the Englishmen with rise.”“How will we fail?” asked Solomon. His vision was becoming blurred and he was passing into tunnel vision. “How will this Englishman rise?”“You’ll survive to see I think.” Smiled Draco. The gas-masked man flexed his knuckles and winked at Solomon before swiftly punching him in the face. After being beaten within an inch of his life by Raul it was all he could take and the philosopher slipped into unconsciousness.OoC:Well I hate to leave Atton hanging but I don’t have time to get to Hertz yet. I certainly have a plain that Nicholas and Naomi will play a part. Kate can also be with Dr. Saran if it’s fine with Atton.I also got a good dialogue for Pharisee and Trigger. A back-story might be revealed in the future but considering the time constraints it may need to be worked into his confrontation. Don’t worry Atton, I’ll get to you tomorrow. JIf anyone wants to pick up Solomon that’s fine. He’s not being kidnapped or anything so you can find him by a dead T-Rex.

Good sir! An awesome helmet does not make one a hero!

The different colors represent the wide range of emotions and conflicting concepts that run threw the mind of the speaker. Based on the information set before us we can assume that the person is a complex and milt-layered individual.

Not to be confused with Vorox- the all around crazy feral scorpion dudes.

OoC:Also, if you're looking for something to do there was a large explosion on the south side. It's on the third floor and I picture something along the lines of the cover of the Dark Knight. (Much Smaller of course but the same kind of fire and effects.) Hertz was last seen in the room where the rocket hit but I'll ask no one find him yet. However, considering the magnitude of the blast there will defiantly be injuries and casualties. There is also at least one Inferno Helicopter hovering outside so don't get to close to the edge or your get shoot at!I'll have a short Pharisee/full Solomon post next. Over the last few months I've been brainstorming a loose sequel to the rpg based around the 2012 Dino theme. I've developed a plot I'm pretty existed about and created a villain I truly like. Unlike the extravagant plain of world domination it's more down to earth and has a very real quality about it. My next iC will contain some hints and I intent to post a full teaser sometime this mouth.

OoC:Well Amanda's athough death was a tear jurker it was not unexpected. I figured that ether she or Graybeard would die and I supose I figured right. I just hope that Rex pulls of an epic revenge curb stomp battle with Glados now.iC:The white car in the side of the bowling ally was evidence enough for Pharisee. As he splashed down on the wet roads he surveyed the ruined city around him. Lightning flashed and the rain ran down his face. It was not a light rain, but a powerful and angry torrent that fell over him.To spite the tenacity of the storm the water soothed him. He allowed it to soak into his pours and calm his senses. It was not wise to enter into an unknown situation with anger. What Pharisee needed was to relax and collect his thoughts. He would not allow passion to control his actions; he would allow only a calm strength of mind.The T-1 Typhoon had landed in the street behind him. The noise of the craft most likely gave away their arrival but it was something that could not be avoided. In addition Pharisee had five other internal Affairs agents on board that would come to his aid at his beckon call.Behind him stood Montgonal and Montoya. The latter was in handcuffs and was being escorted out of the helicopter by his colleague. Although Pharisee highly doubted that Trigger would regard the man’s life, he figured that having a bargaining chip was not unwise. Based on reports, Trigger too may have a hostage and an exchange was not outside the realm of possibilities.Suddenly the sound of bowling pins interrupted the sounds of the rain. Thunder boomed and the nearby windows rattled with the sound. Inside the building, Pharisee heard voices.“Do you think Trigger and Snake are bowling?” called over Montgonal.Pharisee did not immediately respond. Instead he listened intently to the noises inside the building. He heard the sounds of bowling again and yells of jubilations just inside the wall. “I hear three voices.” Muttered the commander. “Since I doubt Trigger’s bowling I have the feeing they picked up some company.” He turned to Montgonal. “You, Eloise, Whitmore, and Marina. Go around back and guard the back dour. I’m taking Montoya in threw the hole in the wall.”Montgonal was clearly not existed to be turning the prisoner over to the commander. It was evident he did not trust Pharisee’s ability to take care of Montoya and his consonance told him sending the two in there alone would be a bad idea. Regardless Pharisee walked briskly over and took hold of him.“Don’t think I’m going to use him as a human shield.” Said the commander to Montgonal. “I’m not a monster.”“If this man dies.” Said Montgonal. “It’s on you.”“I’ve lived with enough innocent blood on my hands.” Said the commander softly. “I have no desire to add more.”With his gun in his right hand and Montoya in the left he walked briskly to the bowling ally. Instead of walking threw the front dour he navigated his way over the crashed car and the debris to find himself in the midst of a bowling match. Well the appearance of the game was certainly odd in the middle of a battle; Pharisee ignored the strangeness and approached the men. The largest of the three turned in the midst of his throw and shot Pharisee a deadly glare.The commander showed little reaction to Walter as he scanned the bowling ally. Neither Snake, Trigger, nor the barmaid were anywhere to be seen. He promptly sat down Montoya in a chair and approached the bowlers.He draped his wet trench coat over a chair and calmly addressed the men. “I am looking for an armed and dangerous man who goes by the name Trigger. With him are a woman and a man warring and eye-patch. Tell me where they are. Now.”Donnie raised his hand. “I saw the man-” “SHUT THE ZNAP UP DONNIE!” interrupted Walter. “Do you have any idea how serious this is? This is the second time tonight we’ve had our game interrupted!” “Cool it man.” Said the dude softly. “Maybe we should just do what he wants-”“ZNAP IT!” yelled Walter as he pulled out his gun. “I’ll give you five seconds to leave us in peace or I swear to the creator I will pull this znaping-”Walter was interrupted by Pharisee as he slammed the gun aside. He tensed his brow and slammed his head directly into the bowlers face sending the man relying backwards. Walter’s gun flew into the air and the commander caught it and pulled apart the slide. With a peace of the weapon in each hand he dropped them to the floor and pointed his own gun at the bowler’s forehead.“Donnie,” began the commander. “I believe you have something to say.”“I saw the man in the eye-patch run threw the bowling ally,” said Donnie “Trigger is-”“SHUT THE ZNAP UP DONNIE!”“SHUT THE ZANP UP WALTER!” yelled Pharisee as he shoved the gun closer to his head. “Let the man speak or I’ll insure you don’t speak again!”This shut him up. The commander shot an expecting glare at Dude and Donnie and the two quickly began talking.“The guy in the eye-patch ran threw here and took a car out back.” Said Dude. “I think he’s gone.”“Trigger and the lady are still here.” Continued Donnie. “When he heard the helicopter outside he took her with him to the back. You know where they stack the pins and the ball return is? That’s where they went.”Pharisee nodded his thanks and made his way down the ally. He left Montoya where he sat. Carrying a handcuffed man with him into an unknown place would only slow him down. Montoya would become a liability if Pharisee had to check to make sure he was still with him. The convict had nowhere to go. With the helicopter just outside the dour sneaking away would be impossible.Reaching the end of the lane he stood with his back to the dour and took a deep breath. With a fluidic movement he stepped back and kicked down the dour into the back room.This is where the magic happened. Well the place was in full use bowling balls would slide back here and be returned to the players in the front. Pharisee stepped up onto the narrow catwalk and moved swiftly over the pin setting machines. The setting was dark and gritty. Water leaked down from the ceiling and an irritating drib echoed around the long and narrow room.“Commander.”The monotone voice made Pharisee take cover behind a machine. The heavy equipment roared back to life as the Walter and Dude continued their game. A bowlingball rolled threw and was quickly collected by a conveyer belt. Pharisee had to be careful not to accidentally be caught in the mechanisms or risk a brutal and unpleasant demise. The commander ignored the pins being reset as he poked his head around the corner to veiw the speaker.There, standing in the open was Trigger. It was impossible to read his eyes threw his sunglasses but Pharisee glanced a cold smirk on his mouth. His stance was defiant and posed for a fight. In his arm was the barmaid and he had his gun pointed at her head. She struggled to escape him but he held her tight and pressed the weapon closer to her brow.“Unhand the woman.” Said Pharisee as he stepped out of the darkness. “I truly believed you were pathetic man Trigger and I am not surprised to see you using an innocent as a human shield. She has no toil with us. Release her and we shell settle this.”“If I did that there would be no reason for you not to shoot me.” Responded the mercenary“Hear this Trigger.” Responded the commander. “There is nothing you can do to keep me from shooting you. You have eluded justice far to long. The blood of many is on your hands and shell experience my reckoning before this night is over. You can not outrun that, you can not outrun me.”Trigger did nothing put spit.“I would recommend you submit Trigger.” Continued Pharisee darkly, “But I know you would never come quietly. Quite frankly I hope you don’t. Although I would not enjoy killing you I would loose no sleep over your absence from this world. The people of this earth deserve better then to live with the bane of your existence.” Trigger smiled and raised an eyebrow at the commander. Water dripped and the florescent lights flickered. Elsewhere in the room a cockroach scurried across the floor. The mercenary casually lit his cigarette and fingered the trigger of his weapon. “Very well then. If that’s how you want to do things.” OoC:So begins the confrontation of two extremely unlikable characters!Didn't get too much into the action yet but at least now they're face to face. I think the bowling ally machines room could make an interesting location for a fight. I got the setting, you're move Atton.

iC:“It’s time to get these motherznaping lizards of this motherznaping helicopter!”“Watch out, We got a badman over here!”“It’s wet outside.” “Yo Dawg! We heard you like shooting mutants so we put a mutant in your mutant so you can shoot mutants when your shooting mutants "You don't understand! We coulda had class. We coulda been contenders. We could've been somebody, instead bums, which is what we are."“We have to go BAAAACK!” “Holy distorted Lizards Batman! These dinosaurs are taking over the city!”“Mutant T-rex’s are shooting lasers out of their eyes. You can’t explain that. “Deep Hurting.” Hertz did a double take at some of the broadcasts running threw his headset. To some degree he was amused by the com chatter but he was truly perplexed by some of the subject matter.“Since when have we had an agent named batman.” He muttered. Hertz looked over his shoulder and glanced at Shannon. She was tuning her head set and simultaneously checking the jamming devise. He had instructed her to re-initiate the devise if they did not get a response from XERRD or Inferno in ten minutes. In the meantime he would begin some preparations for evacuation.Scanning the map of the battle he determined that it would be impossible to move the staff of the headquarters out the front of the base. The battled just outside the front dour was far too intense to move a large amount of personal so he quickly checked that of the list.Turning his attention to an air escape he realized that the storm outside was also to intense for an airil evac. In addition most of the T-1 Typhoons were in use at the moment, based on his count the base only had eight that were not currently in the air. That was not nearly enough to carry all the agents and gear he would need to move.That left only one option, the harbor. To the best of his knowledge XERRD did not having any aquatic dinosaurs that would pose a threat. Well mutant Pterosaurs might prove to be a problem it was a danger that the fleet of boats were capable of fending off.The dino attack team had access to a number of hovercrafts but he was not confident in there ability to handle on rough water. The lightweight meant they would be tossed around in the wind and going out onto the water in a lighting storm was something that was primarily avoided.This was certainly a conundrum. He agreed with Semick, with the sudden involvement of Baron Typhonus the battle had potential to go downhill very quickly. He was naive to believe the Maelstrom may have been banished from Lego planet at Adventures Island and now that mistake would cost them. The headquarters could not stand against the full power of the Mealstrom in addition to Dr. Rex’s army.Hertz took hold of the announcement system and cast a worried glance out the window. Although it was beginning to be morning the storm was still intense and any sign of a sunrise was obscured by the dark thunderheads outside. He checked his watch.4:15, December 21st 2010, he thought. The end of days It was at this moment he wished all were right with Naomi. He knew somewhere in the base she was tending to the wounded but they were both alone in this dark hour. It was his fault; he never knew how to treat her. To spite how much he cared about her he had to acknowledge that they might not die a couple.Taking the microphone in his hand he made the call. “This is elite agent Hertz.” He announced. “Due to extenuating circumstances this building is no longer secure. All able-bodied personal are to transport essential equipment to the basement level and prepare to evacuate the base. At 05:00 congregate at the loading docks and board the boats for departure to the south side of the harbor.”Hertz disconnected the line and walked briskly over to Shannon. “I want you to go with them, there does not need to be two of us running these radios. I’ll help you pack what ever stuff you need but I don’t want you in here if this base falls.”“What about you?” asked Shannon.“Someone needs to stay behind and keep track of everything.” He responded. “This room is of utmost importance. If we loose control we’re loose major communication among the team. I’ll go eventually, but at the last moment.”“Your not going to pull one of those leave me behind, I’ll catch up latter things are you?” said Shannon sternly. “Because that’s stupid.”Hertz ran his figures threw his hair nervously. “Of course not! I’m just saying that I need to keep running the radios; it’s as simple as that! This is not some heroic sacrifice, I’m just sticking to my job.”Shannon shook her head and wheeled herself over to a table. “Fine, lets just get some of this stuff packed and I’ll see you latter.”“Off course.” Responded Hertz. “I promise.”The two gathered as much of the radios and hard drives together as they could. Hertz made sure to keep the jamming devise in the room so he could reactivate it when the time was right. Aside from that peace of technology the radio room was striped down to the bare minimum necessary to run the battle.“Be safe.” Said Hertz as he took Shannon’s hand. She accepted it and pulled him close to give him a hug. Hertz was relatively surprised by the gesture. “And lets not do any goodbyes ###### either.” Said Shannon.“I’ll be fine.” Smiled Hertz as he pulled away. “Now go, I have this under control. I’ll see you when this is all over.”Shannon nodded and wheeled herself and the equipment out of the room leaving Hertz alone. Even with the background chatter of the agents he suddenly felt incredibly alone. He was used to this feeling and he had learned to work this way, he had done it in his old life, he could work alone again.Walking silently back to the radio consol he ran threw the statuses of agents in the field. "Pull back!" Rex was saying, "We need back-up!"Hertz quickly pulled up Rex’s frequency and triangulated the signal to somewhere around Playwell Avenue. “Rex what’s you’re status?” he called. There was no response from the elite agent.“Rex?” said Hertz. “Do you copy.”Nothing. Hertz whipped sweat from his forehead and pulled up a list of agents in the area. “Rex,” said Hertz. “I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m rerouting some air-support. Help is on the way, repeat, Help is on the way. I hope you’re alright man.” * * * The Inferno Boat was tossed up and down in the rough waters of the harbor. The henchmen inside looked threw his binoculars at the lit third floor window on the south side of the base. Based on the schematics of the building the agent was able to determine that the window belonged to an agent lounge. Lowering his binoculars he pulled out his signal light and taped out a short morse code signal to the Inferno Helicopter in the sky. To spite reports that jamming matrix was turned off the agent did not want to take any chances with the radio. Reports had it that whoever was in the communications room could listen in and he had no intention of giving away his location.The message they had recently received recommended that they surrender. Well XERRD may be a puppet of the Mealstrom, Dr. Inferno was not. His orders were to continue fighting. XERRD my fall but Dr. Inferno would endure. Well all was said and done, their army would plunder the base and take control of all assets. XERRD may be nothing more then a pawn but they were not. To the victor belonged the spoils.Checking again to ensure the helicopter was in position, the henchmen took to the rocket launcher at the end of the boat and aimed the window. Once the target was in his sights he pulled the switch.The rocket shot across the sky and collided with the intended window. There was a flash and a massive fireball consumed the south side lounge. The stormy water reflected the blaze and once the night was filled with the ember light the henchmen smiled. As shrapnel and debris rained down upon the harbor he pulled the boat away. The signal was dead, mission accomplished. OoC:Pharisee next! I am relieved to see that at least a few people are still rooting for him to beat up Trigger. I'm really looking forward to it too. Before I write my next post I want to confirm that Snake, Trigger, Carrie, and the Big Lebowski crew are still at the bowling ally. I would hate to have another confrontation that's not. As for the air support I sent for Rex, they are all red shirts. Kill them in whatever way you see best fit

OoC:Well Pharisee was always meant to be an anti-hero. I always planned on Pharisee being somewhat brutal with his methods. The idea was to introduce a character that was pious and believed he was divinely inspired to carry on his goal to rob the D.A of the wicked was always part of the plain. For the most part I tried to distance his character from Lutsky. (We all know how he ended up.) I did not want to make just another trigger-happy narcissist who felt he could do no wrong.It seems that Pharisee is becoming the opposite of what I had hoped for. This is more a result of poor writing because it is fun to write an over-the-top figure. I have plains to address that in the future and have a lot more character development still up my sleeves. For instance the fact that he apologized to Amanda after wrongly investigating her should give a hint that he is capable of admitting he made a mistake. It’s hard to live in the reality he has created for himself and often times he has to live with the fact that someone could have wrongly been punished because of him. He feels guilt when bad things happen to good people and believe that the only justice he is capable of is unleashing bad things on bad people. To rationalize this, like so many try to do, he turns to religion in hope that reliance on the creator will lessen the sins he believes he has already committed. In some ways I based part of his character of televangelists and some radical religious groups. Pharisee wants to do the right thing but he knows his methods may be too harsh. As a result he looks for a higher power for guidance and hears what best fit his actions.I try and show that he can be kind to those he sees as good. For example he did not want Montgonal to go with him into Enderson’s because he did not want to put him threw what he has to live with. His lashing out at X2 was because he believed that if his orders were not followed innocent people would die.Yes, he may be misguided. Pharisee sees himself as the only person who is capable of experiencing the tragedy he has to relive on a daily bases. During his life (both before and after joining the D.A) he dealt with a verity of horrible people. Based on his experiences he developed a polarizing opinion of people. By taking up the mantel of the bad-cop, no one else will have too. It’s not something he particularly enjoys but he thinks that by removing those who he sees as bad man from the midst, he makes it easer for everyone else no matter what toll it may have on him personaly.To convince himself that what he is doing is right he developed his black and white morality. It became easer for him to peruse his quarries if he was unable to see the humanity in them. By dehumanizing the people he sees as unrighteous it helps him accomplish that which he has dedicated to himself.Its note worthy that Pharisee does not take killing lightly. He only would kill someone who he believes would commit atrocities if they were spared. Thus far Pharisee has beaten up French Fries as a means to discourage more disorder and Montoya to lead him to who he sees as a greater evil. He plans let Montoya to go once Trigger is caught but now he keeps the man as an asset.The irony of Pharissee being similar to Trigger is not unintentional. Pharisee’s drive to capture a horrible person like him (Sorry Atton) has led him down a path that he justifies by saying “Trigger would do the same” He hopes that by taking Trigger he could make the world better and the good people could live in happiness. Pharisee knows he could destroy his own integrity in the processes but it is a sacrifice he is willing to make. He can be whatever symbol people need him to be if it means expelling bad people. He can be the bad guy if in means the good people can live better.I hope that character analysis helped provide a better understanding of him.

Why are there no sane protagonists on BZPower?

iC:The XERRD scientist Raul Barabbas glared down at Solomon Koplowitz with his hollow, sunken eyes. They were cold and dead, as if no soul dwelled beneath. In Raul’s hand he held a long riffle with an axe head on the end. He twirled the weapon above his head before slamming it down on the wet concrete inches to the left of the philosopher’s head.“Solomon, Solomon, Solomon,” mussed the scientist as he walked around the man. At his back hissed his two Hybrid henchmen. They stalked behind the doctor as he casually spun his weapon.“You could have been on the winning side!” he exclaimed as he spread his arms wide. “Instead you joined these fools! Look around you Solomon, does this look like victory? Your new allies are being decimated. Already the streets run red with their blood.” The scientist kicked the rainwater in the philosophers face to emphasis his point. Spreading his arms wide in incredible theatrics he let the rain run down his thick black beard and laughed manically.Solomon took the opportunity to roll aside and reach for his sword but a Hybrid placed its clawed foot down on the blade. It gave a hard primal kick to Solomon’s head and he slid across the pavement. Raul ran his hand down his face and shook his head. “You had everything Solomon, Influence, power. You threw it away so you could die among these pathetic men! Why?’Solomon slowly rose to his knees and looked up at his former colleague. “Because even with victory, the cost would be more then my conscience could bare. We are responsible for the death of millions Raul, does this in no way bother you?”The XERRD operative pressed the barrel of his gun to Solomon’s chest. “Because no price is to high for power Solomon. When this world is ashes no one will care about money or land. What people care about will be power, XERRD will be all that remains and we will be the ultimate authority!”“But when this world is ashes Raul, will it be worth leading?” Solomon took hold of the barrel of the scientist’s gun and slowly pushed it away. He hoped to take advantage of the calm demeanor to make his move but his advisory was astute.The sorcerer sent a blast of maelstrom down the weapon and Solomon quickly ducked out of the way. The short flashed across the battlefield and slammed into a Raptor yards away. Roaring in fury, Raul took hold of the gun and chopped at philosopher’s chest.Solomon dove down and reached for his sword but he was intercepted by the second Hybrid.The axe swung down and he quickly took hold of it. He allowed it to propel him across the wet ground and carry him to his sword. Once it was in his grasp he swung it above his head and spun around to decapitate the hybrid standing above him.As the head fell with a plop Raul and the first Hybrid opened fire and the philosopher slid behind the smoldering wreckage of a nearby Steel Sprinter. Risking a glance behind the ATV Solomon spotted the Hybrid and Raul slowly approaching threw the rain. A flash of lightning silhouetted their figures as they raised their guns and unleashed fury.Several shots blew away what little cover Solomon had and he ducked further behind the wreckage.“You fail to understand Solomon!” yelled Raul. “Power over a few pathetic men is still power! Even control over a single soul is enough to fulfill that desire to decide who lives or dies! That power is what we all strive for, no matter how insignificant it may be!”Solomon shook his head. “You might just be alone on that one Raul!” he called. “That’s incredibly sadistic!”“Perhaps.” Muttered the sorcerer as he walked around the Steel Sprinter. “But it’s true. Despotism justifies the means.”He chopped with his axe-gun but Solomon swung up his sword to block it. The two weapons met perpendicularly and the two fighters locked blades. A flash of lightning illuminated the combatants and the philosopher chopped at the Hybrid and Raul. Jumping to his feet he slashed diagonally at the hybrid but was blocked by the ax. It hissed and acidic saliva splashed against the faceplate of Solomon’s mask.In response the philosopher kicked the Hybrid in the knee that unleashed a spray of water as he did so. The beast fell back winded but quickly recovered to point the gun at Solomon. Grabbing the weapon he pushed it aside and stabbed upward with his sword. The blade entered threw the Hybrid’s gut and emerged behind the head. He then quickly pulled it out and let the Hybrid drop. Spinning around he turned to Raul but his heart stopped at what he saw.The Sorcerer had his gun trained on Solomon. He was two far away to deflect it and two close to dodge it. It was a shot that was impossible to miss and there was nothing he could do to avoid it. Solomon dropped the sword as the first bullet hit his arm. Screaming in pain he fell to his knee and pressed his hand to his bleeding wound.“It’s a shame really.” Muttered Raul as he walked up and pushed up Solomon’s visor with the axe blade. “I never really liked you but at least you had picked the right side. I respected you for you’re ability to pick a winner and I thought that was the kind of attitude we all needed at XERRD. Sadly it looks like you just going to bleed out in the rain like everyone else.Solomon looked into the hollow eyes of the sorcerer. "Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend, will keep the dogs obedient to the whip, as long as this roof shuts out the sky,”Raul rolled his eyes. “Leave it to you to say something profound in the face of death Solomon, I hope you chose your last word’s wisely.” He stepped back and took aim at Solomon’s head. Once satisfied that he would have no escape he fired.At that moment a third figured entered the fry. She leapt out of the crowd suddenly and into the path of Raul’s bullet. The shot struck her in the stomach and she fell heard on to the wet pavement. Solomon could see blood mixing with water were she lay as she contorted in anguish. Raul was so surprised by the chain of events that he did nothing to stop Solomon from crawling over and removing her helmet.“Ingrid!” he gasped as he pulled it aside.The space marauder took hold of the side of Solomon’s head. She gazed deep into his eyes and he saw the color drawn from her face. “I’m not going to die as another one of Dr. Rex’s goons.” She said softly. “I want my last contribution to this world to be something good. I can’t just…just… watch anymore.”Solomon stroked her hair. “Ingrid,” he whispered, “Ingrid,”“I should have…have followed you.” She chocked. “I should have because I loved you.”Solomon was about to say something but he was suddenly reminded of Raul when he was kicked in the face. He fell over with a splash and landed on his back to watch the sorcerer step over Ingrid and point his gun at him for the second time.“Unless you have anymore secret admirers Solomon,” he muttered “Lets try and finish this without interruptions.”OoC:Hertz next, followed by Pharisee.I got to say Sarah Bishop is starting to disturb me. There comes a point when enough unarmed people pleading for there lives are killed that i stop seeing her a badman mother and more as a cold blooded murderer who needs to be confronted. Need I remind everyone that she brutishly attacked two elite agents? One of which was an innocent bystander. Kate might be disturbed by the fact that her mother commits XERRD genocide.This is why we need more investigation of this stuff. I admit Pharisee is a little more Knights Templar then I originally intended but I still intend for him to confront Sarah in the future and have her answer for her crime. Citizen Kane Dirty Harry Casablonca I know this one. I'm going to facepulm when I find out

OoC:Right, we’re remove the last part of my most resent iC. What Pharisee did to X2 is still canonIC:After some time commander Pharisee stormed out of the broken bar and back into the paring rain. He kicked aside some rubble on the street and yanked open the back dour of the pickup truck. Montoya huddled in the corner as he pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the smaller man’s head.“Where are they!” yelled Pharisee. The rain drowned out Montoya’s whimpers as the gun was shoved closer to his face. Montgonal threw open the drivers side dour and ran around the truck so he could get between the commander and his victim but Pharisee out weighed him by over 60 lbs. He shoved Montgonal back and pushed him onto the wet steets.“Where are Trigger and Snake!” yelled Pharisee. “I checked every inch of that bar for those men and the barmaid and I found nothing but bullet casings and cigarettes. They were still smoking so that can’t have been gone long. Where did they go!”“How would he know!” screamed Montgonal from his position in the puddle. “He was with us the whole time!”Pharisee reached over to Montoya’s pocket and yanked away his cell phone. “Perchance he called Trigger well he was waiting in the truck!” He quickly checked the resent calls on the man’s phone and found the name Debbie.“What is it?” asked Montgonal as he took the phone. “I don’t see Trigger’s name anywhere on this list.”“It would be under Schiess.” Said Pharisee. “That’s what name he used when they worked together.”Montgonal took the phone and scanned threw the call history several times but found no such name. After looking for Trigger and a variety of other alias the man had used he still found no results.All the wile Pharisee kept his gun trained on Montoya in the back seat.“Who’s Debbie?” demanded Pharisee as water poured down his brow. “Is that some sort of code name?”“He called it just as we picked him up.” Announced Montgonal. “Maybe he was telling Trigger he had been found. It could have been the barmaid too.”“She’s my wife!” yelled Montoya. “I called her to say I loved her! I don’t know were Trigger went!”Pharisee motioned for Montgonal to call the number. The commander then pulled out his own PDA to check resent messages, all the wile keeping his gun pointed at Montoya.“It’s his wife all right.” Said Montgonal as he held the phone to his ear. “She’s asking if Montoya’s alright.”Montoya shouted her name but he was quickly silenced by a wave of the gun. “Tell her her husband is currently being held by D.A Internal Affairs.” Said Pharisee. “He’s being held for questioning but he will be free to go once Schiess is caught.” His colleague relayed the message before he was abruptly cut off by Pharisee. He grabbed the phone and quickly apologized to Debbie before unceremoniously hanging up and shoving the phone in his pocket.“So Montoya,” muttered Pharisee. “Where are they?”“I swear I don’t know.” Said the man. “My guess is they jumped ship as soon as they heard helicopters coming. They probably hotwired a car and sped away from here as soon as possible.”“Do you know where they might have gone?” asked MontgonalMontoya shook his head. And the commander quickly grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall of the truck.“I swear I don’t know!” whimpered Montgonal. “I don’t know anything after I left the bar!”Pharisee released him and stepped back out into the rain. It was impossible to spot tire tracks in the weather and any attempts to track at all would be futile. Not knowing what else to do he decide to curse loudly.“Look at that!” announced Montgonal. The agent pointed to a group of dead mutant Raptors on the other end of the street. He and Pharisee quickly ran over to investigate.“I count about six.” Said the commander. “All killed with a cosmotronic ray.”“Perhaps this is the direction they went.” Said Montgonal. “I heard some com chatter that agent Claw dispatched a few Raptors outside Enderson’s well investigating a civilian car.“That must have been Trigger and Snake.” Growled Pharisee. “###### that I did hear that message when it was reported. We would not have wasted time searching that bar!” He pulled out his radio. “I’m calling agent Claw to describe the vehicle. Montgonal, I want you to call the helicopter and have them pick us up. We won’t get very far in the truck and being in the sky will give us a better perspective. Even in this God forsaken storm.”Montgonal jogged back to the truck to fetch his radio well Pharisee dialed the number for agent Claw. To his surprise she actually answered. Clearing his throat he spoke into the device.“Standard agent Claw.” Began the commander. “I just heard that you spotted Trigger and Snake outside of Enderson’s. I have a unit here now but it appears we just missed him. I need you to describe the vehicle and tell us which direction they went.”Amanda cursed on the other line. “Yes, me and Rex saw him but we let him go. I gave him the option to come back but I suppose I gave him to much credit. I thought he might have some decency but he proved to be nothing more then a petty cowardly thug.” “Agent Claw I need you to tell me how long ago you saw him.” Said Pharisee sternly. “If he gets away he will kill more people and never pay for his crimes. He attacked you earlier and he must pay for that offence.”“Since when did you care about me Pharisee?” asked Claw. “I did not think you were a forgiving man. Only hours ago you tried to arrest me.”The commander shook his head and ran his fingers threw his wet goatee. “I want to apologize about that Claw. It was wrong of me to let your past life interfere with my assumption of you character. I jumped to preconceived ideas and for that I ask forgiveness.”There was a pause on the other side as Amanda considered. “I’ll forgive you Pharisee if you promises to get Trigger for me. It was my mistake to let him go and I’m afraid he’ll just keep killing because of me. I’ve worked so hard to forget my past and now the darkest part of it may be loose because of what I’ve done. Trigger is evil Pharisee, and I don’t want him to be another Venimosa in this world. His crimes will always be a tangible reminder of who I used to be and I don’t want that memory to endure.” “Ms. Claw,” begin Pharisee. “Actually it’s Mrs.” “Mrs. Claw, I do everything within my power to end men like him. I dedicate my entire existence to justice in this world but I would dedicate this sacred mission this for you.”Although he could not see it, Amanda smiled. “He’s in a white 1990 octan. He’s probably heading out of the city so you can expect to find him heading north toward the interstate.” “Thank you Mrs. Claw.” Said Pharisee. “I’ll get that son of a 4+, mark my word.”Amanda hung up just as the T-1 Typhoon arrived overhead. A rope came down and Pharisee quickly was pulled up to join Montgonal and Montoya inside. Trigger was a monster and he would not rest until that man could no longer spread misery. He told the pilot to take them north and the helicopter sped of into the dark clouds.OoC:Well now I have to find Trigger again. The darn guy keeps moving so hopefully he chooses to stay put. I’m looking forward to confronting him for real. I don’t know what Atton thinks but don’t expect to keep Pharisee away for long. Brikman, I should point out that unless Zach and his new found crazy lady friend are more then say…300 yards away from the base, that Inferno radio would not work. Hertz’s jamming signal is still in affect and will be something I’ll address soon. If someone wants to send a team to destroy the devise, (about the size of a shoebox inside the communications room) I’m fine with it provided they stay around long enough to give Hertz some action.

OoC:I’m wondering what type of rain everyone is imagining. I imagine bigger drops mostly coming strait down with some wind. Probably closest to fight from Matrix Revolutions complete with a lot of standing water but with more gray/blue lighting instead of green.IC:The rain poured down hard drowning out all the subtitles of the sorounding. The heavy sleet obscured the vision of those present and nothing was visible outside the dark street where the four men stood.The blades of the helicopter thundered above them and water cascaded down upon the streets. The wind created by the vehicle rushed down to blow the trench coat of the stoic figure of commander Pharisee. Water fell down his dripping clothing as he glared down the blade of X2’s Katana.“Do you expect your masquerade as Doctor Cyrbog to someway influence my decision X2?” said Commander Pharisee. “Need I remind you that you now work for the department of Internal Affairs X2? Perhaps you have a problem with my this?”He gestured to the sad figure of Montoya kneeing in the rain. “Take comfort in the fact that I only deliver my bereavement upon those who have themselves slain. Truly X2 I find your lack of faith disturbing” X2’s katana did not waver in the rain, but the form of Doctor Cyborg shimmered as the robot processed what the commander said. “I have no intention of killing this man!” yelled Pharisee. “But know that what punishment he has received is one that is truly merited!”“So you intend to let him go?” demanded Montgonal. “He has committed no other crime.”“No.” said the commander bluntly. “I will leave him to his own devises in due coarse. However, he may yet be of some use to us. I intend to take him with us to Enderson’s bar.”Montgonal gave an eerie chuckle. “Do you think Montoya’s life means anything to Trigger?”“I do not.” Said Pharisee. “Trigger is a man beyond our comprehension. He is a man of wickedness but Motoya may still be of some value.”“And then you will let him go?” asked X2.Silence followed as Pharisee considered the proposal. “That would depend on his upcoming deeds.” The commander suddenly yanked Montoya up from the wet streets and pulled him over to the waiting pickup truck. He yanked open the dour and not too gently tossed the man into the back seat.“I object!” yelled X2. The robot transitioned to the skin of Dr. Cyborg. “You beat this man in the rain! What more does he have to do?”“Do not use that face with me!” barked Pharisee as his pointed his finger at X2. “I do not answer to elite agents. I operate outside your chain of command! That is how I maintain my detachment and adherence to the law!”X2 pulled out his sword but Pharisee grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the Infiltrator’s back. Using his weight he flipped the robot over his shoulder and slammed him onto his back over the wet pavement. He held the infiltrators sword and pointed it at the robot’s neck.“Pharisee!” yelled Montgonal. “This is madness!”The water ran down the commander’s face as he looked over his shoulder at his subordinate. “X2’s lack of vision may cost us Trigger’s justice Motgonal, I do not appreciate his insubordinates. He will pay an appropriate penalty.” Montgonal ran forward to Pharisee but the commander spun around a pointed the sword at him. “I find you lack of faith disturbing.”Holding the weapon in his giant hands he swiftly took the steel blade and broke it over his knee. The hard metal snapped under his great man’s incredible strength. Taking the separate peaces in his hands he tossed them over his shoulder beside where X2 lay.“Infiltrator.” Addressed the commander. “I can not allow disloyalty. If you disregard my authority people may die. I do not want blood of good men on my hands because of your lack of trust. I can not afford mistakes and you are hereby relived of service.”That work aside, the commander pulled out his radio and made a brisk walk back to the truck. Montgonal followed close behind leaving X2 in their wake.“Take the helicopter to rendezvous with us at the bar.” Said Pharisee to the pilots. “We will take Montoya’s truck and approach from the street.”The pilot gave his affirmative and the two men watched as the T-1 Typhoon sped away into the storm.“What about X2?” asked Montgonal as Pharisee walked around and took the passenger seat “We can’t leave him here in the rain?”“Why not?” asked the commander. “Do you think I can do my job if I constantly have to watch my back for the likes of him?”Montgonal said nothing as he took the driver’s seat. The agent glanced over his shoulder at Montoya’s meek form sitting in the back seat before starting the engine. “Do you know how to get to Enderson’s?” asked Pharisee.“Yes.” Muttered Montgonal. He placed his foot on the gas and drove away down the dark streets. Looking into the rearview mirror he spotted the lonely form of X2 standing in the rain and watching them drive away. * * * Roughly ten minutes latter the truck pulled up to what remained of Enderson’s bar. All the windows had been boarded up but many bricks had been torn away from a resent Mutant attack. Rubble littered the streets outside and the broken dour that flapped on a single broken hinge.“Where’s the Typhoon?” asked Montgonal. “You said they would meat us here.”“I told them to land a building over.” Said Pharisee. “Surprise is of the essence.”The commander opened the dour and stepped outside into the rain. Wind blew into the cab and Montgonal covered his eyes from the wind.The agent then prepared to step outside with the commander but Pharisee held out a hand. “It is best you remain here Montgonal. Someone must watch the prisoner. I also believe that confronted with a difficult choice you will hesitate.” “What are you saying?” asked Montgonal. “That you don’t believe I can take Trigger down?”“I’m saying that you’re not ready.” Responded the commander. The was a slight pause as he locked eyes with the man. “Have you ever killed a before Montgonal?”The agent did not respond.“It is not a pleasant experience.” Pharisee said slowly. “It is not something I want to put you threw. I’m sure you have killed your share of XERRD guards and Inferno agents but have you ever looked into a man’s soul and pulled the trigger?”Montgonal said nothing.“I won’t pretend to know your past but I will say that you’re not ready for this. I can live with the consequences of my actions. It’s something I’ve lived with all my life.”“If something happens to you sir, I’ll have your back.” Said Montgonal.“I only pry that if I don’t get Trigger, you will.”The commander shook the agent’s hand and stepped inside the bar. * * * The bar was looked trashed in every sense of the word. Broken tables and chairs were strewn across the room and a significant hole was in the ceiling. Water leaked in multiple places and the linoleum floors were pealed up to reveal the rotten foundations underneath.Few lights still worked, among them was a bar bulb above the bar. Water dripped onto the bulb causing puffs of steam with every contact with the hot surface. Elsewhere in the bar a light flickered in the hallway leading to the bathrooms and a pinball machine still played it’s arcade music.Sitting at the bar was a man in a lather jacket. He had his back to the commander but Pharisee could see that he was lading a gun.Pharisee let loose his trench coat and hung it on a coat rack. He then drew his gun and approached Trigger slowly.“This is where the road ends.” Said Pharisee. “It’s time to meat that judgment that you have thus far eluded. You have killed many men Trigger, it is time you paid for their lives.”Trigger let out cold laugh, as he held up his drink in a silent toast. “Commander Pharisee. I applaud your znaping hypocrisy. Why is it that Venimosa’a crimes are forgotten but mine are not?”“You are unrepentant.” Said Pharisee as he surveyed the room. Snake was unaccounted for and he was weary of a trap. It was important that he plan his next move if things got ugly.“Were is Snake?” asked Pharisee. “Agent Claw also said there was also a barmaid.”Trigger ignored the question. “I heard a helicopter. Where is it.”“Just a building away.” Said Pharisee. “You have nowhere to go.”Trigger laughed. “You think I’m znaping dumb enough to not have a get away plain?”“Quite frankly I do.”There was a pause as the mercenary considered. He had finished loading his gun and it now lay before him on the bar. He then took another shot of his drink before spinning around and smiling at the commander of internal affairs. “You’re a znaping fool Pharisee; A self-righteous man imbecile. Do think I’ve never gunned down a cop before? What makes you any different?”“Creator put an end to evil; avenging Creator show your colors.” said Pharisee darkly. He was less addressing Trigger and more muttering to himself “Judge of the earth, take your stand; throw the book at the arrogant. Creator the wicked get away with murder--- how long will you let this go on?”Trigger simply snickered as he took another sip of his drink and lazily lit a cigarette.“They Brag and boast about their crimes!” he continued over the rain outside. “They walk all over your people, Creator, exploit and abuse your precious people. They take out anyone who gets in their way; if they can’t use them, they kill them!”Trigger suddenly went for his gun and jumped behind the bar for cover. The mercenary let of a few shots as he moved threw the air and Pharisee took aim and fired.OoC:So begins a pretty cool fight. I imagine Trigger would have been more likely to initiate it then Pharisee and the guy really does not seem like a pacifist. Ether way it was bound to happen so I hope I did not do anything that was too out a character for Trigger

Ic:"Hertz!" Yelled Shannon. "Pterosaurs just knocked off our external signal dish! We lost our signal!""Transfer the matrix to an internal source." ordered Hertz. "The jammer is still working but we have nowhere to broadcast it from. The range will be smaller but it will be more secure."Shannon whelled over her chair to one of the dishes in the center of the room. Soon Hertz saw the LJM was back on line."Looks like there radios are deft and dumb again!" Announced the elite agent. "I just need to isolate Cyrista's Bane again before I can reinstate it again."OocSort post because I'm on my phone

OoC:ERMEHGERD ERM BERK TO PERSTSilliness aside I think a supper battle of badman characters would be really entertaining. It's something we should plain once this is all over.iC:Hertz had all monitors directed at Cyrista’s Bane. The abomination stalked threw the wet pavement as lightning flashed overhead. He was unable to get a clear vantage point of the monstrosity aside from satellite images and from security cameras placed along the base but based on feedback form the agents attacking he was able to get a clear idea of the proceedings.“Hertz,” Doctor Cyborg was saying. “ I want you to build a device that can discharge a car battery in a second. I will use this and stun him for a minute or two. While he is down, I will interface with the hormone injectors and relax it enough to knock it out. Alright everyone, get to work."The radio operator shook his head and held the speaker to his mouth. “Can’t do Cyborg I’m not an inventor but I do have a few trick and code I can use to slow it down. By the way what are you operating on? It’s not you radio.”“What codes?” whispered Shannon. “You never told me any codes.”Hertz held his hand over the mouthpiece and addressed his colleague. “I’m thinking of them as I go. give me a chance.”His aid rolled her eyes as she turned back tothe Liner Jamming Matrix. The devise was armed and she waited to activate it on Hertz’s order.“Based on the scans I’m getting Cyrista’s Bane is 42% metallic.” Said Hertz into his headset “It’s basically a normal T-Rex with a few extra tricks. It’s just as dumb as the rest of the brutes so we can cut of its signal and isolate it from its director.”“Hertz No!” said Cybrog. “It can lessen in to your transmissions! It’s intercepting nearby transitions so I’m using a recalibrated CR!” “I have a secure network set up.” Responded Hertz. “I’ve been doing this for a long time so I know how to have a privet conversation. However all agents are using a different frequency now so I have not every one is in contact. Once we have a chance put them back on the same channel ASP. Regardless I’m on the opposite end of the base so we’re not in danger from Cyrsita’s Bane for the time being.”He rolled his chair over to the foosball table where he had a radio dish set up. It felt strange being an omnipotent present on the battlefield. The experience felt surreal and it felt strange sending out commands in his comfortable chair well others died in the rain. He almost felt guilty. I don’t deserve this, He thought,“I’m going to triangulate the source of the signal being used my the beastie. If a keeper is directing it we can find him and cut it off. If not, I can figure out what wavelength it’s operating on and send some painful noises to distract it.”The gruff voice of elite agent Rotor was suddenly heard it Hertz’s ear. “Be advised to alter your frequency. We’re changing ours every fifteen minutes.”He acknowledged. Rotor must not have heard what he had just said to Cybrog. That was the problem with on consistent alterations “If your changing frequency you won’t be in contact with the rest of your team. Be patent and I’ll fix that.”The visual representation on the TV showed all the signals moving in the given aria. All the frequencies of the agents appeared to changing every fifteen minutes just as Cyrista’s Bane locked on.“It operates on of interception principal.” Announced Hertz. “Roughly 40% present of its knowledge it being picked up and based on wave transitions. I have the ability to blind it to all incoming information and severely weaken it’s perception of it’s surroundings. Once it’s done it will just be another really big T-Rex with robotic arms.”“What’s the catch?” asked Cabin. “Sounds a little to good to be true.” The radio operator frowned. “The operating system I’ll use is rather…apparent…once I initiate the jamming sequence my location will be relatively simple to pick up. If they have a good wave specialist they could send a team to kill us and turn of the jammer in a matter of minutes.”“Is it worth it?” asked Rotor.“As long as no one interferes I can keep the system running indefinitely and rob Dr. Rex’s and Dr. Inferno’s men of all communication with each other via radio.” Responded Hertz. “There’s enough agents still in the base that we can put up a fight if the time comes.”“Do it.” Said Dr. Cyborg “just make sure too…”Hertz frowned and fiddled with his headset. Cyborg’s call had suddenly cut off and for a moment all waves in the vicinity of Cyrista’s Bane went dead. After a second everything came back on line and he regained his visuals.“That’s weird.” Muttered Hertz. He turned to Shannon. “Pull the switch.”Elite agent Shannon Gromtin nodded and activated the LJM.* * * Cyrista’s Bane let out a ferrous roar and cut of the broadcasts of all agents in the vicinity. It rather enjoyed the trick and it was happy to make it’s pray struggle in confutation. It focused its attention on a sword welding agent on a Steel sprinter. He was saying something into his radio and Cyrista’s Bane was able to focus on the transition like bloodhound. Waves were like a sixth sense to the Cybrog and it could easily track the source of any signal in the areaSuddenly I high pitched whale shot threw it’s brain and it’s tracking system died. Cyrista’s Bane roared in frustration as it tried to locate a signal but it was now deaf to the world. With no source of direction, the monstrosity found it near impossible to locate agents in the rain.The abomination missed its signals. It liked being able to eavesdrop on agents as they tried in vain to kill it. Regardless it would endure. If it could not use its radio no one could.I let out a long roar of frustration.* * *The XERRD Scientist looked at his radio in frustration. All he was getting was static and he had no means to contact his men. Everywhere across the battlefield Infero Helicopters and Jets lost formation and agents on the ground stopped to investigate their radio malfuntion.The Scientist looked across the river to spot a familiar Henchman pounding his head set in annoyance.“Spy Clops!” barked the Scientist. “Get over here.”The spider legged cyberg on the other side of the river shrugged and kept pounding his headset. “I can’t hear you!” he called “My radio’s not working!”“Just get over here!” yelled the Scientist.Spy Clops continued to look into his radio with a perplexed expression. He glanced back at the Scientist in confutation.“I’m not talking into my znaping radio just get over here!” He tossed his radio into the river and began cursing at Spy Clops. The Cybrog shrugged and scuttle across the radio to join the XERRD agent.“We’ve just been jammed.” Yelled the Scientist over the storm. “We’re loosing control of our forces. Isolate the signal and stop it before we descend into chaos.Spy Clobs nodded. “I might be hard to do without radios but I can handle it. I’ll send a team of Pterosaurs and Helicopters once it’s isolated.”“Good.” said the scientist. “But make it quick. A few minutes of confusion is all they need.”OoC:I'll get to the drama taking place between Pharisee's group as soon as I can. Just don't take Trigger far from the bar for the time being and hopefully we can get an epic confrontation between the two in the near future.

OocPurhaps Stranger, Nazerano, and Venimosa too

Ooc:After a relatively interesting trip to Chicago involving being scammed by a homeless con-man I have come to make some quick notes via phone1: to spite what I said earlier Solomon is not available for interaction now. He has a score to settle with Raul and and may not be ready to work with anyone for awhile. Hertz on the other hand has a few tricks up his sleave for taking done crysta's bane so he would bethe one to go to.2: before amanda arives at enderson's I want to get Pharisee there. This event may prove to be a climax for the stories of him, Montoya, and Trigger so I will need him to be present. Amanda being there latter will be a bonas. Once I find a way to deal with X2 I'll make it a priority. Atton perhaps we sould collaberate via pm considering this may be the last time our guys meet.3: I'm thinking ominous latten chanting is the appropriate sound track.4: Dust > Trigger. This is not up for debate. Perhaps we sould do a deadliest warrior style fight after this is all over just for fun. No plot, no reason, just an epic winner take all fight.5: pyro needs help.All this was really hard to do on my phone keyboard. I'll be ariveing back a Wartburg in a few hours so I'll try a post then

OoC:Gentlemen I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful meme. Dust does not fire a gun. The bullets flee from him As for the positioning of the river I imagined there was some sort of plaza in front of the building where the fighting takes place. Separating that from the city was some sort of concrete cannel similar to that in Grease. Behind the base I envisioned a harbor where supply ships would deliver provisions directly to the base’s back dour. Hertz’s command room overlooks this aria. IC“The truck stopped.” Said Montgonal as he pointed at the lifeless vehicle below them. “Maybe you accidentally killed him.”Pharisee shook his head as he looked threw the rain. “Unlikely. If we killed him the truck would have crashed. It came to a stop. I believe Montoya is surrendering.”“What’s the plain?” asked Montgonal. “You have some cold hard justice in mind?”Pharisee shook his head. “His crimes are small compared to that of the others. But it is a crime nonetheless. Trigger and Snake could also be in the truck. They would be my priority.”“What of Montoya?” yelled Montgonal over the wind.”If the others are absent we will make him talk.” Responded the commander casually. “I believe Montoya would be willing to rat out his colleagues if we put enough stress on him.”Montgonal ran his hands threw his wet hair. This was not what he signed up for.Pharisee walked over to the boom crane on the starboard side of the helicopter. He flipped a switch and positioned it over the truck. He then advanced to one of the exterior storage compartment and withdrew three harnesses. With the gall force winds in the sky it was difficult keeping a firm footing on the slippery exterior but he soon made it back to the relative safety of the compartment.“The wind is two strong for the Typhoon to remain in one position for two long.” Said the pilot. “I don’t thing I can keep it hovering indefinitely. So make it fast and I’ll pick you up as soon as I can!”“Be prepared to leave fast.” Ordered the commander. “We may hitch a ride back in the truck!”The pilot gave his affirmative and Pharisee, Montgonal, and an Infiltrator took position by the dour. All three firmly strapped on their harnesses and prepared to jump into the tempest.“When we jump the wind will catch us so keep a firm control of the speed of your descent!” advised Pharisee. “Go too fast and you’re break your legs on the street. Keep Control!”Montgonal and the infiltrator nodded.Pharisee took hold of the cable and carabineered it two his harness. Once the ratchet system was in place he positioned himself by the dour, took a deep breath, and jumped.The swift descent was disorientating. It was impossible for Pharisee to gain a perception of speed or the distance from the ground in the incredible wind. With the incredible power of nature swirling around him he struggled to slow his fall. A sudden brown blur caught his eye and he slammed the retched with all his might.His legs collided with something metal and he allowed his knees to flex with the collision. The surface below his feet caved in with the impact and he permitted himself a moment to get his barring in the black and desolate city.At his back was the distant rumble of guns. The battle was in full swing blocks away and he quickly undid his harness and jumped from the top of Montoya’s truck. The impact had left a sizable dent and he splashed down on to solid concrete.What lay inside the truck was a mystery. The windows were fogged and water cascaded down the glass. The windshield wipers still worked at full power but they did little to quench the torrent of sleet poring down.He pulled aside his trench coat to draw his gun. Anything could be inside the vehicle and he was prepared to open fire in a moments notice. Taking aim at the driver’s side window he gave his order.“This is D.A Internal Affairs! Step out of the vehicle slowly!”Over the heavy noise of the rain Pharisee heard the faint click of the dour unlock. With his gun still trained on vehicle he watched as Montoya slowly open the dour and step outside with has hand up.“Please.” Whispered Montoya. “I’m sorry, I meant no harm. My wife…”“Your wife is of no consequence!” yelled Pharisee over the rain. “I am not swayed by you tribulations Montoya! Get on the ground!”With the rain it was difficult to see the man’s tears but Montoya wordlessly got onto his knees. “You no doubt know I am not a forgiving man!” warned Pharisee over the thunder as he pointed his gun. “So I will ask you once. Where are Trigger and Snake?”The infiltrator and Montgonal appeared behind him and glimpsed the horrifying sight of their commander pointing a gun at a man on his knees.“Pharisee!” protested Montgonal. “What are you doing? Montoya was pardoned!”The commander ignored the comment and kicked Montoya hard in the back forcing his face into a puddle.“WHERE ARE THEY!” * * * Hydroplaning occurs when a layer of water builds between the wheels of a vehicle and the road surface. This leads to a loss of traction that prevents the vehicle from responding to control inputs.The effect increases based on the speed of the vehicle, the intensity of the steering, and the amount of water present. As Solomon Koplowitz watched the vehicles of the Dino team careen across the pavement and collide with anything in their path he had two different reactions.Firstly was his thankfulness he was not in a vehicle at the moment. Unlike the many drivers who struggled to control their craft, Solomon bore no risk of being unable to brake and spinning helplessly into the river.However being on foot meant he was in no way protected from the crashes. At least from the safety of a driver’s seat he had the aid of seatbelts and an airbag. On the ground he frequently had to run to get out of the path of out of control Fire Hammers and Urban Avengers.The old man hit the ground hard as he ducked aside. He immediately had to pick himself up and fire at a mutant Lizard charging from his left. The beast went down and he spun around to fire two more concise bursts at a yellow variant approving from behind.A third purple lizard jumped from an unknown location and he stabbed swiftly with his sword. The weight of the mutant pushed it further down his blade and he cast it off with a quick swipe to his right.His sword collided with something metal and he quickly withdrew it from the armored form of a XERRD Space marauder. The scientist whipped out his rocket launcher and fired a blast at Solomon but he twisted aside and slammed his attacker’s helmet with the flat of his sword.He stumbled back dazed and the philosopher took the opportunity to slash at his rocket launcher. A bloody cut was sliced into the marauder’s arm and he immediately dropped the weapon. One more quick shot at the chest and the man was finished.Solomon had little opportunity to take in the victory because the butt of a gun immediately slammed him in the head. The philosopher let out a yell and splashed down onto the hard surface of the D.A plaza.He grabbed his gun and rolled over to face his attacker. It was difficult to glimpse the features in the rain but he glimpsed three distinct forms. The first two were that of hybrids clutching muskets with ax heads affixed to the end. The third was that of bearded Sorcerer warring a black turban and deep hollow sunken eyes.Solomon frowned. “Raul.”OoC: anyone is welcome to interact with Solomon or Saran. The latter is not outside yet but you are welcome to meet him in the halls.Quite frankly I’m enjoying working with Pharisee a little more then the battle. Although I have a grand plain set for Solomon, writing action is one of my weaker points. I much prefer the dark drama and character development.I came to the conclusion that Pharisee’s style of crime fighting is much like batman. Both see themselves as outside the law and both are not above intimidation and cracking sculls to set there own convoluted idea of black and white justice. Like batman, Pharisee does have his own code of ethics but they are not necessarily apparent.