Transairion

IC: "Oblivious as ever... I'm amazed you take up any space at all in that pretty little head you've squeezed into..." Mastermind sneered in response as the lance flung away. Keeping his eyes on Abyss in turn became his downfall, as even a psychic barrier couldn't block the visual glare shot into his hood. The brightness caused him to hiss in an animalistic fashion, the mutant backpedaling and trying to block the light with a wristblade: he was barely keeping track of her, and unable to send anything her way with a shred of accuarcy. That shift to total attention made Fellwyd now completely unaccounted for...

OOC: Finally finished all my final exams! Is it a bad thing that I imagined Abyss in another set of frozen-armor, and using Fellwyd as a noble steed? Kind of unfair on Mastermind, he has no steed to joust on... IC: Mastermind didn't even bat a glowing eye at the approaching impalement device, simply raising his hand and exerting telekinetic power over the object. It shuddered to a stop a short distance from his torso, his power sufficient to counter Abyss's own will driving it foward: whether he could push it back was another question, if he couldn't they were left with a stalemate, but if he could then why wasn't he already? Would he really be so confident as to just toy with her?"How impressive. A shame I don't possess a glass large enough to house this oversized icecube... but surely that is not the best you can manage? I haven't even seen the other one's power yet... that is, presuming he actually HAS any power" Mastermind scoffed, preventing the lance from surging foward but not sending it hurtling back either: he seemed content to let it hang in the air mockingly close. His view of Fellwyd, as a result, was somewhat obstructed though he sensed the alien's mind around... how much of a letdown it would be had it just fled from the battle.

IC: Mastermind's eyes narrowed as Abyss charged him, and he sensed more danger closing in fast from behind. Both were almost upon him when a shimmering dome of energy sprung up between the attacks and their quarry, leaving him completely unharmed and the shield seemingly undamaged. The mutant smirked and released an expanding pulse from his shield in a sudden burst, propelling anyone in contact at the time away as he himself was left in a small crater: a psychic nova, but only a minor one. Even a minor one was usually a sign of desperation when Silver had owned it..."I see you're just as unpleasant as he knew you, Abyss... but you, a godess? Sakeme's failed attempt to gain that power should be proof enough you're little more than an offshoot of her original skill... a twisted corruption of something pure. But me..." Mastermind paused, forming a psychic orb in the palm of his hand. It was nothing different to his last, until he focused and it began to pulse and grow slightly larger, crackling with power. The shield fell from existance and he launched the sphere, sending it sailing past Abyss by a wide margin and into the solid rock wall of the arena... where it blew a huge chunk out of the solid stone. When the dust cleared the resulting damage was several times the size of anything Silver had ever managed with the technique, and looked like it could level a corner store without effort. "Sakeme failed to make himself a god... but I have that level of power, if not even more. Do not think I am some common crook you can defeat by throwing water.. am I more of a God than you ever were"OOC: He's pretty big in his boots, eh? Not that he wears boots... or socks....

Bahahahahaha.... :lol:IC: How can she be here? Abyss shouldn't exist outside Sarah's body.... that's impossible.... Mastermind hissed inwardly. The appearance of Abyss had thrown him completely offgaurd, as even within Silver's memories very little of Abyss as a whole was understood... only that she wasn't nearly as noble as Sarah normally was. Now she had a sizable advantage with him frozen in place, pinned by the oceanic forces. Not only that, but Mastermind was having another resurgance of conflicting thoughts and emotions as a result, putting him a bad place as a whole. It was humilating..."Abyss, huh? At least Silver agreed with me on one thing about you.... he hated you too" he croaked, lashing out with his mind while his body was rendered immobile. Though with far less intensity than before, the shock was enough to cause Abyss's focus to slip allowing Mastermind to propel himself backwards and away from her, forcing himself to his feet as streams of water dripped from his soaked outfit to the sand. Even if he had partially recovered, it was clear the mutant was very offbalanced by Abyss's presence, even more so than Sarah's reveal. He didn't seem to know how to react now, keeping his distance but unable or unwillingly to attack her in retaliation. The advanced aquakinetic held all of his attention, to the point Fellwyd may have not even existed...OOC: That basically means, if Fellwyd wants to stroll around the side and punch Mastermind in the face, he can probably manage it. Abyss poses serious problems to Mastermind's mental state...

IC: The twin buzzsaws collided in midair narrowly above Fellwyd's head, just as planned. Rather than explode, or suddenly veer downwards they instead just seemed to fade away to nothingness after hitting each other, making it unclear if that was what normally happened or Mastermind himself just didn't want them around anymore."Not much sport in fighting someone who won't fight back.." he spat, striding fowards to the so-called Sarah's prone form and prodding her in the side with his foot. She didn't seem to be getting up, possibly out of the fight for good... most likely totally unconcious. Still, a good prodding was always a good way to test how she was faring. Forming a jagged energy blade on his arm, a psychic wristblade of Silver's sort-of-well-known shape, Mastermind hovered it over the aquakinetic's downed form. Maybe she wouldn't wake up anytime soon, but at least the threat should goad the ugly one into actually attacking. Just throwing things at him didn't sharpen his skills, and it was becoming a bit of a bore...

Props for actually knowing how to spell Epsilon correctly. Esp (full name Epsilon) is only called Esp because I thought that's how you spelt it... at least we'll know who's who! XD IC: Fellwyd was smarter than he looked (which in Mastermind's view, wasn't a very high standard to begin with), correctly predicating that the buzzsaw would come around again. Instead of a sharp U-turn, it instead made a wide, almost lazy turn as it began to come around for another run. However, Mastermind was also sending his remaining buzzsaw whizzing into the fray from another direction: being caught between them would be.... unpleasant.The psychic hadn't moved from his spot, watching and fighting from a distance... he barely seemed to be putting much effort into the fight at all, clearly not considering Fellwyd much of a threat: fighting from a distance also meant he had some time to react should the creature display some actual power other than brute strength. You never wanted to be surprised by some sudden heat vision to the face, after all.

OOC: The Wiki almost gave me an overdose of pure nostalgia... seeing it all laid out made my brain go "Oh hey I remember that guy! " on like every page I clicked. Spent almost half an hour browsing, enjoying the history. Now I just have to get over laziness and actually send detailed PM's... IC: Mastermind gave a slight snort of irritation. He hadn't actually expected the ugly one to withstand such an attack, let alone still look like he had plenty of fight left in him. Maybe "Sarah Winters" appearance was weakening his psyche, and the powers that derived from there directly. Shrugging off the distracting thoughts, he summoned a pair of psychic buzzsaws behind him: jagged discs of energy that began to orbit around him. With a gesture one of the discs broke away from the orbit, and began whirling rapidly towards Fellwyd's position. Mastermind was confident any attempt to "take it like a man" would result in prompt decapitation.... but nobody would be that foolish, right?

OOC: Kumata speaks the truth, I'll try and make it really clear I don't want you to interrupt in such a situation. Possibly by throwing you the length of a building :DIC: Mastermind was so focused on his mental assault that he didn't sense the alien's approach until it was too late, taking the primitive-battering ram of an attack to the chest and sending him sprawling. The crowd throughly enjoyed seeing him knocked on his rump and cheered, especially since it was rare to see anyone get the jump on him at all. Snarling the mutant struggled back to his feet, panting and releasing an animalistic hiss in Fellwyd's direction... having drawn Mastermind's full attention, the mental attack harming Sarah ceased completely."One free hit is all you'll get" Mastermind snarled, forming an orb of blue-hued energy in the palm of his tri-fingered hand. It was one Sarah herself would recognise as one of Silver's "newbie" powers, a result of Omega Radiation exposure back in the Saskeme conflict. Unfortunatly, she was a bit preoccupied being sprawled on the floor to really explain that and what it'd do. Mastermind for one clearly wouldn't help there, as the mutant launched the pulsating sphere of psychic energy towards Fellwyd, and it rather likely to hurt.OOC: Just a quick-reference guide for the powers Mastermind has stolen from Silver (and thus will use):Psychic Blast - Like a Force push, represented by a launched 'wall' of psychic energyPsychic Shield/Barrier - Usually a dome of energy that sheilds the user, and eventually cracks and breaks if too much stress is placed on the user. Stress on the shield itself = mental stress on the user, and can lead to unconciousness trying to keep such a shield upMental Assault - It basically makes your head hurt really really bad. And/or how KN described, with the elephant on her headPsychic Orb - Similar to a blast, but orb-shaped that explodes upon impactPsychic Nova - An exceedingly damaging, 360 degree version of the orb. Incredibly stressful on the mind.Psychic Wristblade - A blade of psychic energy extending from part of the arm/wrist. It burns/cuts through a lot of materials on contact, so no touchy!Psychic Buzzsaw - Like the blade, but shaped like a saw that is directed/sent flying through the airGeneral telekinesis/telepathy - Normal psychic stuff, lifting stuff and some ability to read minds. Gets kind of hard to do so when they don't want you in there, though.Silver additionaly had dual-powers in that he could also turn invisible (to the eye + a lot of visual systems, but not all), but Mastermind does not have this ability. You have to see his ugly mug 24/7

IC: Mastermind froze in place, caught completely off gaurd. Sarah Winters? Sarah Winters.... Sarah Winters. The mutant's aura began to flare a familar blue, spreading out as to form afterimages of memories. Manchine's desert base, a duel with Saskeme, the Gaurdians hurling assaults this way and that... finally it settled upon a snowy scene, Sarah recognising herself in her old supersuit. It was Silver's first trip to the League HQ, and the first time he'd touched snow.... how he had enjoyed messing around then."Sarah Jane Winters..." he mused quietly, glancing down at his mishapen hand. The mutant shuddered then fell to his knees, overcome by sudden pain, and as he did so the memory-image began to fracture and disappate. "Sarah Winters would not be so.... foolish. Sarah Winters is not a villianess. Sarah Winters would not leave me to die" Mastermind croaked, pushing himself back to his feet as the memory-image of the pleasant snowy scene shattered completely. Silver was in there, somewhere, but Mastermind was in control.... or had shattered the hero's memories beyond recognition. ""Sarah Winters gave up on him, so you are NOT Sarah Winters" Mastermind snarled, flaring his aura brightly as he lashed out mentally into Sarah's mind. He met with resistance that should not be there, a psychic barrier... so her ugly friend was psychic! A psychic beyond his detection no less, and one who knew far too much about Silver and Sluice to pull off this kind of cherade to manipulate Mastermind so. He would deal with that one later, increasing the power of his mental assault. The poor, unmaintained psychic barrier Silver had placed one month previous stood no chance against this kind of power, overwhelmed and shattering into non-existance: with it removed there should be nothing to prevent the mental pain Mastermind was trying to inflict.

IC: Mastermind faltered midstep, his foot hitting the sand awkwardly before he regained his composure. He looked almost confused, as if he didn't quite understand what she meant, or that perhaps no-one had ever bothered to ask the question she had before."Knowledge is power. This rings true for all psychic beings, regardless of their type of abilities. I took his power from him, and as a result part of his conciousness came with it. It's then a simple, if unpleasant matter to quash the remainants that enter your mind, a lengthy process. But make no mistake, I remain fully in control of my body even if multiple minds have existed within... none are strong enough to ever dominate my will" Mastermind explained, resuming his pace after a shorty delay. His tail seemed to shift around in a manner displaying confusion or aggresion, the latter trait starting to be shared by the crowd who was getting bored of all the chit-chat. They wanted to see the group smash each other, or at the very least Mastermind to spaz out again.OOC: I would presume that you'll try that thing you mentioned about now, KN. Then I'll do that thing I mentioned. And then stuff will happen (just try and get any spoilers from this statement, I dare you! XD).

IC: "To what end, Whirlpool? The hero of which you speak met his end when the great Armarda Mothership imploded one month ago... even if the body survived, it would not be in a form you could squeeze information out of. My use of power and... oppotunities that present themselves are none of your concern. However I will say that empowering myself was not in itself fatal... but I left him for dead, just like those League friends of his did. Abandoning him to his fate... had they come for him I would not have been able to access him at all" Mastermind shot back quickly, slowing starting to pace in an arc. It began to become clear he was actually circling them slightly, almost like a hungry shark did its prey. His answer, however, was far less clear, revealing only that siphoning Silver's abilties would not have outright killed him alone.... but abandoning the probably-powerless and memoryless husk in a frozen wasteland might have.

IC: Mastermind's shadow slowly began to creep out of the tunnel entrance, the cloaked owner stepping into the light with long, purposeful strides. His entrance was met with signifigantly more insults than "Whirlpool" and Fellwyd recieved, the reighing champion meeting the crowd with a cold glare before shifting that gaze to the pair before him. Showtime stood between them all, using impressive showboating charm to announce the fighters to the crowd, and re-iterate how this would be quite a show to see."Just get out of my way already and start it" the mutant was quick to become agitated, enough to falter Showtime into wrapping up and taking his leave of the field. As the brightly-dressed head of Superbeing Smackdown gracefully (yet hastefully) made his exit, Mastermind returned his gaze to the remaining pair. "Do not count on a repeat of yesterday to give you any kind of advantage. I don't know how you learned what you have.... but it will not help you conquer me"

I've done it quite a few times, but yeah you need a team that isn't totally braindead. But Firebase White vs Geth is always the best bet, and I should be able to get this without too much trouble :3

IC(Silver):1 month agoNnnnrgh... if this is the afterlife, it blows... it's exceedingly painful the cloaked psychic groaned inwardly, forcing an eye open. The metallic walls around him were vaguely familar, but he was surprised he wasn't splattered all over them. Last he remembered, he'd just caused a Earth-destroying superweapon to blow up in his face... how did he even survive? He'd tried to throw a shield over himself right at the last second, preffering that slim chance of survival over none... it actually worked? Maybe the universe just hates me enough to let me keeping suffering rather than die he chuckled slightly, wincing at the pain in his lungs... and everywhere else. Right down to his fingers and toes, his whole body burned in agony, which at least meant said appendages were not blown off. The one eye he struggled to keep open felt so heavy... he was so tired.... he'd succeeded, he'd had to... now he wasn't needed anymore... his entire life had been a constant struggle, now he could finally stop fighting and rest..."N-No... I've come way too far to end like this... they'd never forgive me for just giving up on them!" he seethed, gritting his teeth as he pressed on palm to the floor, then another and pushed. This action was met with burning pain, but he pressed on, struggling onto his hands and knees. That in itself felt like a milestone, which had to be repeated tenfold in order to get back on his feet. Forced to prop himself up against the wall, the hero glanced back down the hallway towards a bright green light. That was where he'd been blasted from... admirable to get that far from it and not be dead. It all likehood he was dying, however... that radiation shield failure before the Armarda Mothership's cannon so brilliantly exploded had exposed him to who-knew what... the feeling that his whole body was burning was a good indication he probably had every cancer known to man, and a few new ones. As long as he got home, it didn't matter if it keeled over in a few days.. just long as he could achieve it.The first step in always the hardest, and Silver's was no different... he was certain he dislocated his foot for a second, but it was just his body forgetting how to do move. One, then two, three then four, he started to drag himself down the hallway to where, hopefully, the lift that had brought him down to this level was located would still be waiting. If not, he'd have to try flying up the shaft with his recent flight powers... that'd go swimmingly while being half-dead. Thankfully his lucky stars were shining, and the welcome metal disc waited in the shaft for his return. Falling onto it he forced the mechansim to go, breathing hard as it began to ascend. He could hear the whine of alarms everywhere, and the growing sound of the core exploding and consuming the vessal in a brilliant green ball of destructive energy... the psychic just hoped he'd reach some kind of escape pod before it got to him. He was glad the foolish plan he'd made was simple, otherwise his addled brain wouldn't be able to handle thinking about it... his body hung on the edge of conciousness, and it was getting harder and harder to avoid giving into the blackness. And it was about to get a whole lot harder..."Annilate them! FIRE! EVERYONE FIRE!" Technax thundered, activating every weapon system he could on the rapidly failing consoles of his bridge. Esp and her passengers were making a daring escape through the storage level where all his weapons of war were kept, but they were coming online too slow to stop them! If those filthy humans actually escaped... "Activate the defensive guns by Entrance Tunntel #4!""Activating defensive guns... defensive guns targeting destroyed. Auto-lock unavailable" an overtly-chirpy feminine AI chimed her response to the commands; Diabolous' predeccesor and originally from a much different class of ship. She was also utterly useless at anything but pleasantries."Then give me MANUAL TARGETING" the warlord snapped back, smirking as the shaky display came up. These gaurds had a clear shot at the closest exit to the fleeing ship, and once they came into range all he had to do was use his flawless aim to elimate those vermin once and for all. On cue the faintest outline of their advancing craft came up on sensors.... all those as they died, this would still be a victory. Closer, closer.... *SHHHRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*Technax's console exploded in a shower of sparks as a whirling disc of energy tore through it, narrowly missing the warlord's face as it came around again before dissappating. Technax whirled, instictively raising his cannon before recalling how broken it was. Silver was standing across the room from him, looking at death's door but with a look of pure determination on his face."You survived saving your planet... I'm actually impressed, not that you've changed much. Your friends are still going to die, and once I produce a new fleet I'll skip the whole conquering phase and just raze the mudball you call Earth to the ground instead. Not that it looks like you'll be around to see that" Technax smirked, brimming with confidence. While his personal gaurds were all scrap, Silver alone and this wounded was hardly a threat to him. It might not even be sporting..."You won't be around to see that day, either. Because you're not leaving this ship alive. That probably means I won't either, but I'm going to stop you from ever hurting any species ever again""Disgustingly noble to the very end, I see. But you're barely standing, last Prince of Crystax, and unless you plan to bore me to death with a heroic speech.." Technax scoffed, creating an energy blade of his own power extending from his arm to do Silver away with, chuckling as his opponent struggled to create a pair of psychic wristblades. "Speech this" Silver spat, forcing all the power he could summon into his wristblades and producing a relatively stable pair."Then so be it... the future of our race depends on who survives this encounter. And it will only be one of us, I assure you.." Technax gloated confidently. Silver just smiled."Time to find out who"

It premiere's on my 21st Birthday... should I be jealous honored? I do hope the secret is juicy and not as much as a letdown as Future-Sparkle was to me... it was kind of a plot twist that wasn't one at all XD

Yeah these "Premium" Spectre packs seem to be a waste of credits... it takes even longer to be able to afford one, and of the three so far I've been completely cheated of any new unlocks. Oh, except 1 pistol. Woop-dee-doo. I am literally just getting upgrades to poor weapons I already don't use... and then getting another upgrade to the same weapon in the next pack.The sad thing is I still don't have a Phaeston or a Revenant, meaning all my builds have the Avenger (aka starting weapon) as the best option. Lame.I can at least survive Silver games now with competent allies, but the system is realy struggling to find games for me it's just searching forever...

Well Jimmy the Squealer let it slip about the big heist see, so we're gonna give him a pair of cement shoes, see? And Johnny Tightlips won't talk see, so we'll have to remove his fingers one by one until he loosens his lips see, and...Sterotypical Mafia is pretty hardcore crime stuff, not sure how that could be played on BZP and well... if you really wanted to play THAT kinda stuff... it's kinda messed up. Unless you're like, the mafia accountant and spend all your days numbercrunching and buying bodybags.But never mind that stuff. You, RPG-creating people, we need a Transformers RPG and/or Mass Effect RPG! I'm not leaving this spot until one is created (without my help *lazy*)!

So I got 3 Spectre packs and the weapon in ALL of them was the only Rare SMG, which I never use. Three chances at the Revenant, and it upgrades the same gun 3 times! Sure I got another Reset Powers card... not that I use them when I can just promote and start anew if I mess up >_<I want my Revenant so bad. Also, I saw someone with the Black Widow ingame and the colouring was all messed up: her Missle Launcher and Black Widow were all bright white and purple (instead of white and blue for the Missle Launcher). It looked really weird @_@

IC: KILL chose not to "waste Grand Cross' time" with his discovery, instead deciding to relay that information through a report. If Grand Cross then felt it worthy of attention, surely he would summon KILL to tell him all about it. Sound logic, but not flawless... KILL didn't pay much heed to an emotional response of anger or betrayel from their great leader. Rolling away from the arrival area, the sentient vehicle enlisted a few Sharkmen to take the Invasion-orbs from his trunk, and bring them to Grand Cross. They would be recognisable as transport orbs containing Crystaxian crystal technology from Technax's fleet, others like them had been retrieved around the globe, but the exact workings of this kind of technology was still unknown. He'd attach a courtesy "Handle with care" note in his report."To Grand Cross and him alone... no-one else. Understand?" KILL told the Sharkmen for the third time in a row. Problematically he felt they had the collective intellect of a ton of bricks, and their relatively blank stares in response didn't ease his concerns... he did not want to be held responsible if this discovery went AWOL due to someone else having greater sway over Sharkmen lackeys than he did... not that it'd be much of a feat. Figuring that was the best response he was going to get, KILL sent the Sharkmen on their way before rolling to a stop in one of the few vehicle-friendly areas of the base. His microscopic components were setting about 'consuming' their nonfunctional counterparts and recycling them into brand spanking new versions, while his "mind" set about wirelessy accessing a terminal. Words began to type themselves up on screen as KILL detailed a report on the mission, who, if anyone, had screwed up, and making note of the discovery out back. More importantly, he included the suspicion that the pair of other automobiles had not appeared at that precise moment by chance; instead that communications may have been tapped by another party... non-League, unless they enjoyed stealing from their own HQ. KILL withheld his own feeling on the matter.... not that he felt feelings were really all that great of a design to begin with, especially due to the... what was the word? Humilation. He was humilated by being unable to defeat the other vehicles that had been present... but if they shared his maker, they shouldn't even exist! He was the only one...

Spectre Packs, basically. The 'best' characters are gold/rare, and you can still unlock silver/uncommon in that pack. Blue/common characters are, as far as I can tell, all human classes which are already unlocked. Also, IMO Quarian Engineer is the single greatest class in the game... turret-spam and incinerate spam, oh yes please :3And is it just me, or is the 3rd power of a class always terrible? Personally I can never use the "3" key to begin with, but even when I use and max a 3rd ability (for example, Turian Solider's promixity mine) it just seems awfully weak and useless. As far as Engineer's go I've never even put a point in Cyro Blast, not once... and everything else gets maxed out <3As soon as the Raptor mission came up I promoted 3 whole classes so... I'd better get that pack this time D:<

:(I think you may be right, since after I maxed all my base weapons (it was hilarious to get about 5 Mantis upgrades in a row since that was the only one left) I only seem to get Human classes. What's most irritating though is the fact out of these five-items-per-pack 4 of them seem to be equipment, with the last one being a weapon/weaponmod. I haven't gotten any weaponmods in a while, sadly, so I think I'll go back to Spectre packs again. I feel better having maxed base weapons, though (I'm forced to use most of them XD).Matchmaking is still annoying as anything, however, given I searched for Bronze games to credit farm, and it sticks me in a 90% complete Silver game. Completing one objective there netted me as much credits as a full game, yes, but I wanted Bronze darnit! I can't survive in Silver with an underlevelled character! D:

*glances at my 3 unpromoted classes* :DI'll get an actual commendation pack this time! And a few minutes later I'll cry that it wasn't a weapon I'll ever use! Also, I'm experimenting and buying NOTHING but Recruit packs. 4 games worth (60 000) nets you 12 packs, which in essence is a lot of junk but it means my weapons modifications and base weapons (Avenger ) are actually being upgraded to higher/their highest levels. Apparently if you maxed every recruit weapon/moderator/and so on then the game has no choice but to give you Uncommons, then Rares, then Ultra Rares. Technically if that works then you can have massive savings! It'll just take forever! XD

OOC: I'd probably prefer that myself, this is meant to be a very minor part of my plot and it's blown up into something that seems like it'll take several months to complete. I am NOT repeating my invasion plot and having the follow up plot last as long as that mess...I'm also cutting out all the fights after this one and before the Mastermind one, since it'll take forever. And if I start fighting, then one fight will still be going while the other has yet to end and.... bleh it'll be a nightmare. I can be stressed during the global tournament, but not during this minor one. I'm going to have say that another villian took care of it, or one never got thrown at all. If I give KILL some baloney EMP-immunity then I've just removed a major weakness I had given him (he'd be disabled at the very least, 'killed' at the most), and I can't really see anyway around that without outright making up that he's not weak to them, somehow....... and if I'm honest, who the heck throws an EMP grenade at a car. As far as I know that'd do far more damage to the high-tech stuff in Mentor's Mansion than any normal car, and since he isn't normal it may as well have been looked up on his "How to counter" chart.Rahl, I'd just go ahead and skip to the Coalition forces escaping personally. I've got zero drive (pun not intended but humorous) to IC as KILL now that I've created another situation mirroring Invasion where the IC's of about eight people all hinge on my actions/lack thereof. Just use him like an NPC I don't care anymore.I'll try and make a flashback IC later when I'm not in such a foul mood.

OOC: Oh, right.... I actually forgot KILL was my character, and since Darkness is preoccupied and Silver is 'dead' I haven't been looking here often. Sorry about that. In the future though, if KILL ever stagnates something feel free to use him like an NPC, since he has pratically half the value Silver and Darkness do... even then, Kumata plays a better Darkness then I do X_XGuess I'd better post, though I'm regretting featuring this tournament in the start of my plot at all... when you're not fighting it's bleh. And I don't want it to last longer than the actual plot... Better add that to my list of "dumb plot decisions I made" (featuring pretty much all the Invasion arc).IC: Serving as a getaway vehicle held signifigantly more disadvantages then advantages... namely everyone tried to cripple to prevent you fufilling your role at all. The microscopic nanoshapes that made up his form 'pushed' at a cellular level, forcing the intruding diamond weapon back out of his engine which reformed as it went, resulting in restored mobility at the cost of those nanoshapes destroyed in the attack... but those could be replaced in downtime. When those who needed transport had managed to fall, leap or otherwise achieve getting inside KILL began to floor it in reverse, pulling a violent one-eighty before heading for the largest entrance he'd created that would lead back the smashed front gate. Naturally the heroes would redouble their efforts to disable him, so the sentient car had all of his assimilated machine guns out and was spraying wildly in their heroic directions as he drove. That didn't mean it'd actually work, but shooting a hero was always better than not shooting a hero.