"AAGH!" Letting out a cry of pain, Krystaal tried to step on her leg to find it no longer in service, and in rather searing pain. She still could not see or hear, but she felt what she thought was her foe shuffling towards her. She hopped on her good leg back, cringing at the pain of bouncing broken leg, and shot off a wide blast at whoever it was shuffling to attack her. The Zombie, hit, would fall to the ground, un-reanimated.

Krystaal panted. She could handle blindness and the roar of cicadas, but she knew when she had lost the game. "Alright MindWarp," She panted, hissing in pain as she half hopped, half hobbled blindly towards Grimm. "You've proven your mind games worthy of Krystaal. As cowardly as I may think it, they are effective. Even if they're rather annoying dear." She stopped, resting next to the pained Grimm. "I'd love to join you." She grinned. She still thought she'd been fighting MindWarp this whole time, blinded and deafened by the cicadas. "Now take off this foolish illusion and let us be.... mates...~" She offered her hand to her fallen 'comrade' now, or at least where she thought the Mind Game Vixen was.

He leaned up right, and tilted his head up at the ceiling, giving his wounds more time to heal which for the most part they were. But, he was still in a fair bit of pain, and twitched from the slight current that lingered in his system. All things considered he did enjoy the fight immensely, as it felt great to finally cut loose. As it was just too hilarious not to, Grimm looked at Krystaal, and burst into laughter. He took Krystaal's hand shaking it. Then took her hand, and made sure she felt his face, as an attempt to tell her she'd been fighting someone else. He then fell back letting go of Krystaals hand, he was trembling in pain.

Cheshire was surprised when Grimm took off, her senses tingling as she felt the sudden shock of electricity going through the plane. She was even more surprised when Victor tackled her out of the way, blinking as she knew that he had saved her from a big volt of electricity. "Thanks Victor....... I owe you another drink, don't I? And maybe a little something after I get my cat nip, kay?" Cheshire asked, winking so that he knew just exactly what she meant. She watched as the fight continued, wanting to help Grimm but not knowing how. Please........ Don't get too hurt....... I can't heal physical wounds, only metal ones. She said inside of Grimm's head, there now being a connection between Grimm and Cheshire herself.

Audio brought a raised brow and a smirk. "Armor...Well I guess It is a suiting way to remember me." Her posturing had a tinge of ignorance, but such confidence comes from knowing what one is capable of. A low chuckle escaped before Mr.Lapsa offered a small retort. "I may just make take you up on that Lady Audio." No sooner had he had they finished their greeting Audio was distracted by a growing conflict outs side.

Her comment of their entertainment value made him laugh, such a fine display of rage! The one called Grim looked disgusting his rage with hues of confusion and restraint, humans where far more vibrant...Wait that flame is similar, Ah the one of blue hues. Mr.Lapsa took a long inhale of his cigarillo, watching his favored combatant. A twinge of irritation came over him as she seemed to struggle against this....Tainted flame, her purity should have crushed his imitation. As it progressed every strike she took his disappointment grew, and his desire to crush the tainted assailant. Audio would likely have noticed the moment the fight ended he stomped his foot....sending a rather large vibration through the immediate area. As the combatants stopped His adults treat burned away yet the red smoke continues to come from his every exhale, As he once more spoke to her it seemed all to obvious he was unhappy with the results. "I would rather it have been boring, compared to this disappointment."
He inhaled long and heavy, then lifting his head and shoulders he stood proper, releasing an equally long exhale. The smoke had twinges of red flames to it, but his composure returned. "Lady Audio, upon reaching our destination, you would enjoy playing with me no? I would like you to show me how much 'fun' you really are." Though his relaxed words and controlled posture had returned, the smoke that escaped him brought the smoldering rage metaphor to life.

As the fight concluded, Audio couldn't help but to give a huff of disappointment. That was it? Couldn't one of them at least kill the other? Maim maybe? At least the armor guy seemed equally disappointed, judging from the angry foot he stomped on the ground. "Pfft. I was hoping the Alien would get his ass kicked. Ah well, at least that means I can kick his ass myself later." And she, would look forward to it. She wouldn't just let him walk, not after what happened earlier. Still, she had to get off this island first, so she would play nice, for now, so she turned her attention back to Lapsa.

"Calling me Lady, are ya Armor boy? That makes me feel old. Just call me Audio." She glared at him. "Call me lady again, and i'll just have to see how tough that armor of yours is. Got that?" Confident she got her point across she yawned, and stretched her arms, obviously more than a little bored. Lapsa's offer was more than enticing, she would love to go all out on someone. After being locked up in here for awhile, she could use the practice and fun. "Though, if this 'fun' of yours is anything like I hope, I'ma be seeing how tough it is anyways." She doubted he'd be able to do much, after all, it was just armor. Even if it was magical armor or something he wouldn't be able to do much to stop her attacks. Likely, he wouldn't be able to land many hits either. She'd just have to make sure not to get to close to him, she'd probably loose pretty quickly if she got caught in close range combat.

As soon as Krystaals hand met his face, her entire face screwed into a scowl. Who the hell was this impostor? Enraged further, Her claws dug into is forehead and she sent electricity coursing through his body once more. Disgusted, she limped away, not caring if he was unconscious or even willing to fight. She had challenged her game to Mind Warp, and somewhere in the middle of it all Mind Warp had disgraced the game. She spat, her lips curling back over her canines.
"Pathetic. And here I thought you had the stones, MindWarp." Her leg still broken, blind, deafened. she hobbled to the plane, going inside as she felt her hands along the rails.

Grimm felt the searing pain of Krystaal's attack, he grit his teeth pushing her away from him quickly. Her claws not able to pierce into his far superior helmet, he backed away from her as he shook, not in pain but in pure enjoyment. He burst into laughter as he created a portal to make Krystaal land on top of Audio. Before shutting the portal, he'd let what happened next be up to those two crazy gals. He stood, and created a portal to join Cheshire he was still cackling as it tickled him pink that the idiot girl tried to fry his brain.

~Time Skip~
Now that all the willing on board, the battle craft was finally able to take off, with only minutes to spare before the alarm block wore off it's one hour lapse. Within fifteen minutes the destroyed prison would be swarming with a number of heroes and government officials as well as a military force of five different countries. However, by then, the stolen battle craft and the group of escapees would be long gone.

"Attention passengers, this is your captain, MindWarp speaking. The estimated time of arrival to VRU HQ is two hours and ten minutes. With a 45% chance of faulty landing gears. Thank you for choosing stolen battle craft as your travel choice. Hope you enjoy the flight." MindWarp's stoic voice came over the intercom system from her place on the flight deck as she created the illusion of a captains outfit for herself. The craft appeared to have sustained slight damage from before it was apprehended and stored inside the prison's vault. However, MindWarp wasn't concerned in the least. She wasn't even excited or amused. She was merely content. She hadn't been in prison before, but those three days that she was there, were mind numbingly boring. Although, she had to admit it was worth it because the villains now with her were absolutely perfect. She leaned her head back and began humming a tune to herself.

"Make that two drink's and you've got yourself a deal doll." Victor pretended to ignore Cheshire's blatant smuttiness, he had an image to uphold and to suddenly get all fired up over a woman just wasn't his style. After quickly looking Natalia over to ensure she was okay he chuckled and let go of her wandering blindly around the deck. As the rotors that propelled the ship whirred to life Victor was off balance for a second stumbling a few steps before regaining his balance. Victor had to be careful not to mess with the kinetic energy of the ship, one wrong move and they'd be left hanging in the air suspended with no momentum. Victor had very little understanding of his powers but now he was free he intended on learning as much about kinetic energy and collision theory as possible to ensure he could maximize in his powers.

Hearing Mindwarp's chirp over the intercom he smiled slightly. Looking out of a window his freedom finally hit him, he had been in that prison for so long and now he was back on the road, gazing out of the window he took off his mask to get a better look. He held the grey face-plate in his hand prepared to put it back on the second he heard anyone approach him.

Cheshire heard the announcement over the loud speaker, happy to be free from that horrible prison........ But she needed a drink, and a big strong one at that! Cheshire teleported up behind Victor, getting a good glimpse of his face before she wrapped her arms around his neck, one of her long sharp metal claws now at his neck. "Don't ever call me doll....... The last guy who did that ended up getting his entrails taken out with a pumpkin scooper. Then they were flung in his face by a snow blower! It was lots of fun! You honestly should have been there!" She said to him before taking her claw away from his neck, spinning him around so that he was facing her. "You'll get your two drinks big guy! But where we go is up to you!" She said with that Cheshire smirk of hers, walking away from him with her hips swinging back and forth with every step she took.

The tune MindWarp was humming changed into something much more lighthearted as she looked out the cockpit window. The plane was now high in the air in amongst the clouds which layered under the plane like ocean waves. With the craft now set onto auto pilot with the destination coordinates set, MindWarp stood up from her seat and casually made her way to were the others were. She walked past each person, giving them a quirky smile of acknowledgement, before coming to stop in front of Krystaal, who was still under the illusion of blindness and the deafening sound of cicadas. MindWarp gave the woman a look which quite resembled pity but was far from it.

She ended the two illusions and in their place created a sensation which sought to numb any pain from the broken leg. "We were interrupted. A rematch will be set for when your leg heals." She said simply and then focused on the others. "VRU HQ has whole floor apartment styled rooms, you will be able to... decorate them, anyway you like. They are all currently exactly the same in dimensions, which means size will not be a deciding factor when choosing rooms. Also, the cargo log indicates the storage of alcohol. If you want it, it's yours." She began slowly heading back to the flight deck and just before heading through the door she looked back. "I am free if any one wishes to speak to me." With that, MindWarp was out of sight and sitting back in the cockpit and humming a catchy tune.

~Another time skip (2hr 10min later)~
The landing was successful, the landing gears working fine despite the minor damage. The secret location of the base was mountainous and topical and the morning sun peeked over the highest point, casting long shadows. The battle craft easily fit into the docking bay elevator shaft which moved down into the mountain and to VRU HQ. MindWarp, walked throughout to where everyone was currently sitting. With only a tilt of her head, she motioned for the others to follow her off the craft and into a large chamber, containing other crafts of all different sizes, shapes and functions. Soon MindWarp was moving again and going through a set of heavily fortified metal doors and along a hallway that had one continuous window on one side, with a view of a volcanic landscape. Reaching another door, MindWarp pressed a button and the doors opened to reveal a meeting room.

The big semi-circle desk surrounded a pedestal with the holograph of a man sitting in an egg chair which soon changed to a logo with the initials VRU and a welcome message. Inscribed onto the back of each chair was everyones codename. MindWarp took a seat in her chair at the end of the desk and signalled for the others to do the same, while the holograph changed yet again and began a virtual tour if the whole building, from the bedrooms, bar, training room, gym, to the recreational room, dining room and kitchen. When it was finished, MindWarp stood up. "You may choose a room, choose your own design and then meet back here so we may discuss our first mission." She said and sat back down again.

Mr.Lapsa wandered about the facility, clear to him that it was a tad bit inferior to his own castle. But for the sake of his new Lord....He smirked. The armor longed for a lord, it had for as long as he had worn it, but just as he was it was prideful....Numerous had tried to recruit him. Abyss reflects back on the messengers he personally killed, the numerous "Lords" that demanded his aid. He chuckles audibly, [i]A little dictator threatened him with death....

Mindwarp....Had led them into a meeting room, strange technology seems to just spring up not that it wasn't fascinating, but honestly the practicality of it all. Mr.Lapsa did however enjoy the massive chair he had been appointed. The design seemed to take into account the size change between his human disguise and the armor, and his desire to be the right hand. Even if it only in a metaphorical sense.
Her rage, it reminded him of a sphere. Something unique to her, he wants it, to feed on it. More and more, he finds himself wondering. Why it looks the way it does. Is it a controlled rage? Why does it look this way? But rather than dwell on it he searched for a room. The room furthest to the east caught his eye. A lovely view of magma if he knocked out the wall. For the first time since they had been on the plane, Mr.Lapsa looked around at his "allies" these where to be his fellows. Krystaal he had been more than just a tad familiar with in the past. But aside from her most of these people are a mystery, Audio seemed to be a potential candidate for rage. But it was much to soon to tell.

Rather than walk to pick his room. "My room is the furthest east, Mindwarp. We can dance about later, May I ask we skip to the quest? I desire to know that so I may pick members to work with. I would like to avoid working with the imitation armor." Mr.Lapsa made sure his sneer made it over to Thane, along with the a flash of red from his eyes. He remembered full well how he tried to silence the rage of the others in the prison....

Krystaal, lost in her own thoughts paid no mind to any of the others. She barely hard MindWarps orders as she walked about herself. Eventually, she found a room she enjoyed and slipped within. The bottom of the rising staircases was filled with water, something she could use to practice her art of conductivity on, and the center glass chamber was a private bed. With a sigh, she took off her helmet and rested her back to the sheets. Her body instantly eased into the bed, and only now was her exhaustion finally catching up to her. Even in prison she had not been allowed a full rest, and her ache for sleep pulled at her now, forcing her eyes closed. It wouldn't be long now, if she rested... that she could finally be at full power.

As the ship came to a firm landing Victor was happy to have his feet on the ground. Leaving the ship Victor took in the scenary of the base...it was certainly, dramatic. Victor then realized the overkill was not quite finished as the ship sunk into a mountain steadily descending towards the magma. "Good to see we're not spending our money on any gimmicks." Victor chuckled to himself. As they entered the meeting room Victor frowned, it was obvious that there was a power structure here afterall. No matter he thought, all established orders fall under their own incompetence, it was merely a matter of time before it descended into anarchy like all things.

Walking over to the chair with his name engraved on the read Victor smiled as he ran his finger over his pseudonym feeling the texture, he could get used to the luxury of this place. When it came to picking a room Victor wasn't especially picky, he had chosen a spacious yet rather spartan room with metal furnishings, not entirely different to the cell he had found himself in mere hours ago. Returning to the meeting room and taking a seat at his chair he whistled cheerfully.

Thane lowered his hackles. He inhaled slowly, allowing some of his perception-enhancing drugs to enter his bloodstream. Mindwarp may have been protesting too much, but she did have a point. He might as well try and see what this corps was like. He could always leave if people got in his way. One way or another...

Jacob turned towards the ship, but stopped mid-step. He realised that he was getting colder. He was confused for a moment; his suit was built to maintain a constant temperature. He brought up a temperature screen, which confirmed his suspicions. He looked around, looking for the source of the loss of temperature. He’d come up against illusionists before, in his campaigns. They were rare, and expensive as hell to hire, but they wreaked havoc on a disorganised army. After a moment of paranoid searching, he gave up and decided to just ignore the cold- he’d been through worse, after all.

He twisted back towards the ship as one of the inmates returned from the ship, mentioning something about another prisoner going down. He looked on impassively. If one of the prisoners couldn’t make this escape alive, then they were better off without them dragging the team down.

Thane got a prickling sensation as Krystaal returned, bloody and manic. She challenged Mindwarp to a duel, of sorts. Jacob cursed. This was too important to disrupt with childish games. True, there was no better way to ensure that only the strong could join the team, but such action could tear apart what chance they had to escape. As much as he was sure that he could make it out alone, Thane would rather avoid the no doubt painful repercussions to his murder of the guards. As the other villains moved in to join the fight, Thane turned his back on them and hefted the suspiciously foul-smelling warden onto his shoulder. He strode into the hover ship, and sat down with his boot on the wardens chest. He leant back, and relaxed.

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Now that he was away from the accursed prison, Thane could appreciate the ship they had commandeered. It was much more comfortable than the scarred drop ships he’d flown in- even including his command ship. He was used to worn and battered vehicles, hardened in battle. This was…soft.

Jacob looked up as a large, volcanic island came into view. He furrowed his brow, and ran it through his suit’s database- his eyes widened in surprise as it came up with an error message. This was a well hidden island.

The craft landed smoothly, shrill squeals and pops sounding as the jets slowly cooled. Thane stood up, holding the warden by his neck. He stepped out of the craft, and moved into the main building with everyone else. He passed corridors of sleek architecture, until finally they reached their destination.

They walked into a cavernous command room, furnished with state of the art technology. He was impressed with the extensive tactical maps and software, but he was perturbed at the frivolity of the furnishings- he was used to hurried conversations inside shaking bomb-shelters or behind improvised trenches, not around an ultra-modern table whilst watching a hologram. There were too many distractions. However, he noted with satisfaction that his chair was at the very centre of the semicircle- this would allow him to get as much information as possible from everyone seated. He’d have to replace the chair with a stool, though.

Jacob looked with interest as the huge knight known as ‘Red Abyss’ asked not to work with him. He sneered at him, taking slight at him for some reason. At first, Thane was indignant; what right did he have to ask who to work with? He should follow orders, unless he wished to assume leadership himself. Thane was about to challenge the knight to justify his position, when he remembered the rage and cold efficiency with which he had killed any guards in his way. Jacob nodded to himself. Abyss was too useful to anger- he had proven his worth many times over. It would be pointless to take offence at some minor remark, especially considering they currently had a dearth in front-line cannon fodder. And Abyss looked like he could take on a lot of cannons.

‘I’m sorry, Abyss, for any insult I have caused you. I assure you that it was not deliberate. I have no wish to cause ire among you- or anyone,’ Thane apologised. He’d learned from many battles that keeping morale high was far more important than mere pride. It was worth bowing down to Abyss now than having him leave the corps.

But he better not get in his way.

Audio had remained in her own little world for most of their flight, having little interest in the others, save for maybe Abyss. She was too busy having her feet propped up on a table and sitting on a seat with her headphones as loud as they would go to pay attention or carry any form of conversation. She was for now, content to have gotten out of the prison. She was a bit...eager, to get to wherever they were going, however. Partly because she was hungry, partly because she was looking forward to having a little 'fun' with the armor guy. Hopefully, wherever they were at could hold in two super powered people going all out. If not, well, they'd probably destroy the damn place.

The flight was over swiftly enough, and the island came into view. She gave it a glance out of the window and nothing more. It looked like a boring place to her. Islands, forests, jungles, volcanoes, and other remote places weren't her thing. She preferred cities with large populations. She guessed its remoteness was to help it stay concealed, but they could have some place with more...access to mainland.

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The ship landed easily, and she exited with the others. They came upon the command room, and she had to admit she was impressed by the shiny technology stuff that was in the room, though she didn't stay in the main chamber for long, deciding to go pick out her own room before anyone else called dibs on one she would want. Soon, she found the perfect one she liked. She'd have to decorate it later, but it'd do for now. Satisfied, she walked back to the main control room and decided to see what everyone else was doing.

She walked over to her chair and sat in it, propping her feet up on the table and laying comfortably in the seat. "Well, this is a nice place." She said as she gave a look to MindWarp. "We haven't even started dating yet and you've already went and bought me a nice place to stay. Man you're making me look bad. I'll have to make it up to ya." She gave MindWarp a playful wink and smile with that last statement. "Gotta question for ya though. Does this place have anywhere that we can, ya know, beat the crap out of each other? Armor boy over there promised me some fun." She questioned, with a hand motion pointing towards Abyss.

Abyss spoke first and she regarded him curiously. It was unlikely that anyone had seen him without the armour and were still alive. She felt an inkling of privilege "Hn. Straight to business we shall go, but I wish to await the others return, for I do not like to repeat myself." She spoke evenly and glanced at Thane when he began to talk, seeking pardon. It was undoubtedly a ruse and MindWarp knew illusions. There was reason for the apology and no apology ever came without one.

Audiophile strolled back into the room and MindWarp merely blinked as she received a wink. “Yes, there are two training rooms, both equipped to handle… strain, whatever form that may come in.”

When everyone was once again present at the Command Rooms table, MindWarp got up from her seat and walked to the front of the table and stood just below the hologram. She stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at everyone and then clapped her hands twice. Her eyes revealed her joy, yet her face remained passive. “A.P.D. Awesome. Plan. Of. Doom. It is our very first mission as a team and so I was thinking of making it very special. Just a few things really: Vandalise a local Heroes HQ building, assassinate a few business men, steal a few atomic weapons and maybe set one off. Oh and Thane, I see you brought a guest with you. You may ransom the Warden, as you said, it will give VRU a reputation. A very deviously bad reputation.” She said with a slight chuckle. Yes, VRU would get a good, bad reputation and quite frankly deserved nothing less.

“Now, you are probably thinking, ‘that doesn’t sound like much of a plan’ and you are right. That’s because I haven’t told you what it is actually is apart from a few juicy morsels to catch your attention. The few things I mentioned are all relevant to each other. The vandalisation of the Heroes HQ is merely a distraction to keep the heroes busy. A few of them are currently investigating the state we left the prison in but there are a few that remained to ‘hold the fort.’ Abyss and Audiophile, would you like the honours of that part of the plan? I am sure that the heroes will have such beautiful rage when you desecrate their beloved building.”

As soon as they arrived at the VRU HQ, Ethan decided it would be a much better idea to go off and explore. Sadly, that lead to him getting lost almost beyond hope. At that moment, he was wandering around, arms crossed behind his head as his frustration slowly grew. "Why'd they let me wander off on my own, for crying out loud?!" he mutters, putting the blame on everyone other than himself, even though it really was his fault that he got so lost.

Eventually, he stops in the middle of the corridor and yells, "Alright, that's it! If I can't find my way around her in the next five seconds, I'm gonna start busting down walls!" Just then, he noticed the heavily fortified doors, which were standing open, giving him a view clear down to the meeting room, where he saw the rest of the villains. "Oh," he says before making his way down to the room.

Once there, he claps his hands as loud as he could, wanting everyone to make sure they knew he was there. After a few seconds, once he was sure that he had everyone's attention, he slips his hands into his pockets and says, "'Sup?" That said, he makes his way to an empty seat and sits down, asking, "So, what're we talking about?"

As soon as they arrived at the VRU HQ, Ethan decided it would be a much better idea to go off and explore. Sadly, that lead to him getting lost almost beyond hope. At that moment, he was wandering around, arms crossed behind his head as his frustration slowly grew. "Why'd they let me wander off on my own, for crying out loud?!" he mutters, putting the blame on everyone other than himself, even though it really was his fault that he got so lost.

Eventually, he stops in the middle of the corridor and yells, "Alright, that's it! If I can't find my way around her in the next five seconds, I'm gonna start busting down walls!" Just then, he noticed the heavily fortified doors, which were standing open, giving him a view clear down to the meeting room, where he saw the rest of the villains. "Oh," he says before making his way down to the room.

Once there, he claps his hands as loud as he could, wanting everyone to make sure they knew he was there. After a few seconds, once he was sure that he had everyone's attention, he slips his hands into his pockets and says, "'Sup?" That said, he makes his way to an empty seat and sits down, asking, "So, what're we talking about?"