[IC] Titans Together!

[ReaptheMusic]

Marilyn shakily made herself get up, groaning and clutching at her chest in discomfort as she went to bite into the next one. The alarms were still blaring loudly, starting to give her inorganic mind a severe headache. The red light flashing was enough to make her go mad. Her teeth rested against the crystal, bracing herself for impact. Then she pulled back. "Wait a minute," She thought aloud as she pulled back, her pupils shrinking. "I'm dumb." She set the crystal down on the floor-gently-instead of eating it. Her strength was returning with her discomforting meal, she found herself able to run again. She started laughing as she shoved crystals off their pedestals left and right, moving much faster than she had been. Faster due to the blood loss, but just as durable, she was getting close to completely discarding the ships power source.

[ScarlettWaters16]

River swears under her breath, but she notices that one of the computers stands empty. She inches slowly along the side of the wall before completely sprinting for it. She grabs the chair, sliding into it rapidly, and yanks herself up against the desk. As her fingers fly on the keyboard, the aliens begin to come after her. She quickly creates a wall of solid ice, at least a few feet thick, in front of them so they wouldn't be able to get through as easily. All she needs is a few minutes. Moving quickly, though she does not recognize a few of the symbols on the keyboard, but they did match something on the code in her hand, she begins to type in the code for whatever is going on with this code. She keeps looking over at the ice as the aliens pound against it and she freaks out slightly. But when she freaks out, ice shoots from her hands. Ice begins to coat the keyboard in a very thin sheen and her fingers begin to slip and type in wrong letters. She quickly back spaces and heats up the ice, melting it. Keyboard crackles and dies and she swears under her breath again. She quickly moves over to the next computer and starts over. She didn't know who was going to kill her, since the bigger alien offered someone who didn't look too much like this other aliens to kill her, but if she could get this aircraft on the ground or at least take down the fighters, then she would be happy, even if she died. She smiles as her fingers begin to fly faster. She would be with her family again if she died. She could be happy again. She enters the last key to the code in, right as the aliens break through the wall of ice. It crashes down, bu she has already hit the send button. Now, she would just have to sit and wait. The aliens grab her and capture her, yanking her back in front of their leader. She doesn't resist; she just prays that the code does something either to this aircraft or the fighters attacking the city.

[Scrub Mage]

As the… well, Scragglefur wasn’t exactly sure what they were, but as the other-worldly life-forms hopped through the windows, Scragglefur immediately did what his instincts told him to: he ran as fast as he could through the back door. The rats that weren’t already out the door dropped their food as they saw their King rush past them. They already knew exactly what to do, seeing as how they had seen this exact same thing happen before. Sneakily running past something was not an option, so they ran as fast as their little legs would carry them. Scragglefur, being a rather large target, had to take care to not be targeted. A sudden jolt of pain alerted Scragglefur to the fact that he had unsuccessfully made himself an uneasy target. Stopping for a moment, he turned towards the other-worldly entity and let out a hiss before immediately turning back around and running even faster than he had before. This was an unpleasant scenario, but he’d tend to whatever his wounds were at a later time. It must have been rather humorous to watch, a four-foot tall rat running with a handful of normal-sized rats. But humor was not the first thing to come to Scragglefur’s mind. Panic was the only thing to come to his mind as he ran as fast as his legs and arms would allow him. Despite being arms, they were still rather adept at fleeing. That was always a good thing. His feet-like hands, however, weren’t the greatest for holding thing, but he managed. But that was not what Scragglefur’s priority, holding things with his feet-like hands. His priority was simply to run. It was something he excelled at and would continue to excel at. Even though he was old for a rat, his body was at its prime, so he had nothing to worry about when running. It was a short amount of time before Scragglefur was back home in the sewer-shanty-town. A surplus of food that would be eaten at a later time littered the domain, the smell mixing with the natural waste down in the sewers. It was a comforting smell, to Scragglefur and his rats, but right now, Scragglefur could not enjoy it. His freshly minted wound was the result of the other-worldly life-forms training their weapons on him, surely. Or maybe he had just been careless when running. It didn’t quite matter, but the more Scragglefur thought about it, the more it seemed that he had just been careless when running. Whatever the case, he was bleeding and growling at himself. Using one of his bandages, taken from his hoard of bandages, he covered the wound after splashing it with some sewer water. Not the healthiest way to go about things, but it calmed the pain. Consequences didn’t really find their way into Scragglefur’s mind, but infections sure found ways into his body. No matter, he’d just munch on some antibiotics if he had any. Which he didn’t.

[The Patriarch]

Bolt watched as the laser passed by his attack and went straight for him. The laser hit him in the chest and Bolt felt a great amount of pain causing him to give a cry. "OOOOOOOOWWWW! Shit!" he exclaimed out loud and was knocked off of his surfboard. Bolt had been reckless and hadn't focused too well, which was why he had gotten himself in the position to be hit. Nikolai began to plummet towards the water below and he quickly tried to right himself while he was falling so that he could use his powers to get his surfboard back to him. Bolt saw his board falling a little away from him and he stretched out his arm to use his magnetism to pull the surfboard towards him. He was only several feet from the ocean's surface and Bolt began to worry. If he hit the water then his powers would be screwed up, but thankfully he managed to get a hold of his surfboard and pull himself out of the dive by mere inches causing a spray of water to hit him. Even though it was a very small amount Bolt felt his powers spark and fizz for a movement as he managed to get his board back over land. Nikolai decided to hope off of his surfboard and turned to face Press. Bolt grinned and fired off a bolt of electricity straight at Press. ---- Kobby saw his chance and fired off very powerful bolts of spiritual energy. The power he was using was slightly taxing, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from protecting the innocent.

[Art of Fun]

With the Leader... "Love? Blood shed? No. We love our leader, and we would do anything in His name, including the act of killing." Even here, she thought to herself with growing frustration, His reach is inescapable. Each footstep towards River was slow, contemplating. Her mind went into overdrive, trying to consider the possible options. Upon viewing an Earth local, she felt no love for them nor any disdain. If anything they were simply 'cute', holding the features of one of her own with not even a tenth of the potential. Adorable indeed. Stopping in front of River and the soldiers which held her, directing her words at the leader still. "Most, at least." It was a brief movement without any warning, both of her fists shooting out simultaneously and slamming against two of the soldiers to either side of River with all the force of a tank. Launched back into the walls of the ship, the two would likely survive given their tough disposition. With a nod of reassurance to River she faced the Leader, the Thunderlance booming into existence. Bellona's eyes ignited with Source-energy once more, lowering herself into stance. "A few reject Him and would rather see Him destroyed, and His allies removed from existence." Bellona - no, Gladiator - lunged forward, ramming the techno-mystical spear out in an attempt to end the fight quickly via impalement, her strike carrying all the might her perfected body would allow, the spear practically howling through the air as it shot out. "You face one of the few!" She roared, engaging in battle with their leader.

[Scarifar]

Seeing Bolt fall, Press believed that was the end of that. He then began to check up on Horus, linking to its camera feed, and saw the alien leader for the first time, as well as some others who were most definitely not the aliens attacking the city. However, before he could come up with anything useful, something struck Press' right wing. Press soon began to lose balance, and started to very slowly descend, the hover feature no longer able to function properly. Lights and alarms began flashing as damage reports flooded one side of his visor. He needed to find a place to land and hide, and fast. Press quickly flew off, though slower than before. His wings could now barely manage to keep him aloft. The self-repair feature was already working on the damage, but it was beginning to wear off, and it was only a matter of time before his armor became a fancy-looking suit of scrap metal. He managed to make it to the original area where had fought Bolt earlier before his right wing failed. Press then began spiraling downward towards the ground, yelling, "SHIIIIIIIIIIII-" before crashing into a building and falling onto the sidewalk face-first. His shock absorbers kept him from any serious injury, thank goodness, but the impacts still disoriented him.

[The Patriarch]

upon seeing Press drop out of the sky Bolt assumed that he had won the fight and didn't even check to make sure that his opponent was down. He just began to give loud cheers of triumph and began to do a dance. "And Bolt wins again! Someone get me some Vodka and cheeseburgers!" he shouted. Nikolai went back to his car which was a 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California Spyder that he gotten from a dealer for doing a favor in handling some dirtbags that owed him a lot of money, and he hopped into the driver's seat. He drove off shooting at several aliens with his electrical blasts as he drove by.

[philp123]

Basoth listened to his plan. "It's sounds like a good plan." He waited around the corner and waited for the man to give the signal. He heard a few shots being fired, then he pounced. Basoth turned the corner and was greeted by the sight of blue bolt. fired by a man with a trident. Without any regard for himself he jumped over the man and took the shot. "Glashnog!" Basoth roared as his right arm fell to the ground. he got back on his feet as his arm re-assembled itself back into a sword. "Do not think we are done yet. We have more up our fleft than you would expect" Basoth knew that he would barely manage to take another one of those shots. He came to the conclusion that since he had the back up of the mechanical looking human they might be able to take him out."Come friend I cannot fight alone." Basoth lowered his shoulder and charged forward. His aim was to knock down the door, If they wanted to get in there it must have been important, it was just an added extra if he could take out some of the aliens at the same time.

[VitaVitaAR]

Well, there was some loud idiot driving off in a car and shooting electricity at aliens. Street Dragon made a mental note to beat the tar out of him if they ever met, presuming he was a criminal. Hopefully he was, everything about him ticked her off. There were a lot of civilians who looked hurt, though... If she couldn't help them out of it herself, she'd have to go call someone. Jackass aliens, the fuck were they thinking? Well, it looked pretty clear that they'd been hit with more when they bargained for already... though that big ship getting closer looked nasty. It was about then that Rei noticed the armored figure on the ground. Well, she'd seen him fall but hadn't realized how close he was until she ended up on top of him. "... Jeez, was it the asshole in the car? Kusotarre..." she leaned down over the figure. "You okay? ... You don't look like an alien, so I'm guessing he's just a jackass, right?"

[Scarifar]

Press laid there for a few seconds while a girl asked him a few questions. Slowly, he got up from the ground while groaning, "Uggghhh, I'll be fine... probably. And yes, that guy is a jackass. Got me while I was distracted." He looked up to finally get a good look at the girl, and he noted her... interesting appearance. "So, I take it you're also fighting these aliens?" Press asked while looking over the damage reports flooding the left side of his visor. Examining the various reports, his only thought on them was imagining how long it would take to fully repair his suit. Press then gave a mental command to his suit to deconstruct what was left of his wings after the crash, then looked around to see where he had crash-landed. As he did so, he saw the civilians who were trapped by the debris. Making a mental reminder to make that damned thief pay for what he did, he said, "Let's go help the civilians. What's your name?"

[KriticalKrab]

March 5, 2020:

@ReaptheMusic

As you began to remove the crystals their shielding of course shocked you every time you touched one, and every time you knocked one down you had to have realized the power would go somewhere. The auxiliary generators devoted to shielding the crystals began to get stronger around the remaining gems, increasing their resistance to you physically moving them. The crystals you had previously ingested were still shooting off energy inside you, though it seemed to be calming down, it still burns slightly.

@ScarlettWaters16

The code you found didn't bring down ships, or detonate anything, except perhaps a proverbial light-bulb in your head. Instead of destructive results the data pad's code seemed to bring up a list of files, all encrypted, and all closed. You would have to find the passwords, or someone proficient in technology to hope to open any of them.

@The Patriarch

The squad of aliens you had found were quickly dispatched by your mystical blasts, there seemed to be fewer and fewer of them in the city, but screams of terror or pain could still be heard every now and then.

@Art of Fun

Your lunge caught him by surprise, but he managed to save himself future trouble by quickly side-stepping you. However he wasn't fast enough and your lance seemed to chip off a part of his armor, though it would seem he was clothed underneath as a visible black cloth could be seen through the chink. "I can see he doesn't inspire as much loyalty as he should." The being brought up his trident and slammed it down, creating a slight tremor in the command center. As he slammed his trident down water began to form around you, and it quickly began to tighten it's grip on you.

@philp123

Fortunately for you the door has already been knocked down, there was nothing but a torn down vent and a broken desk inside. The nearby aliens took your investigation as an attempt to run and began to shoot at you from behind.

[OwO]

Hot Socks was afraid. He was usually a calm man, but right now was different. Very different. He was scared. Very scared. He saw the trident stab-shock come at him, and was terrified by it. He was frozen with fear. But then his new compatriot jumped in front of him. He blocked the death-blast. Hot Socks became watery at the eyes, but his hat covered his eyes. He almost pissed himself, but luckily, he had emptied his bladder before this entire predicament. He was called to arms by his new companion. He didn't know what to do. His mind was firing blanks. He stood up. He didn't want to stand up. His body stood up for him. His arms slowly pulled the shield out from his back. He ran. He ran towards danger. He wanted to run. His body wanted to fight. He thrust the shield in front of him, it grew in size, covering his body. He instinctively screamed. He recklessly charged the leader, wanting to keel over and cry. He didn't stop running.

[clanjos]

On board the Video Star, Badurong's most important broadcasting center/TV Studio/Spaceship, it was garbage day. This meant Spandez's two most trusted lieutenants, Loot (a monster that seemed to be equal parts "Pirate" and "Chainsaw") and Pillage (one that was equal parts "Viking" and "Zippo"), were hard at work trying to figure out the best way to lighten their load. As usual, it was to tightly pack the ship's waste into a series of iron garbage cans and fire them through the ship's railgun. It got the boss of their back, got the ship smelling better, and required minimum effort. "Avast, thar, Pillage, I find that I be thinkin' 'bout somethin'." "Und hwhat would that be, bruder Pillage?" "Ya ever feel like... yer bein' watched?" "Hwell, hwe are on der television. Have our own segment on the show!" "Oh yar. That'd explain it." Loot began fiddling with the targeting, pointing the crosshairs straight at the nearby sun. An easy way to dispose of garbage, environmentally friendly (provided there wasn't any Solar Fuel in the trash, but that wasn't likely), and low-effort. "What's th' planet's gravity again? We should probably account fer that before firin' th' railgun." "...Crap, Loot, that's the byoss! Foorget about der corrections and fire!" Fearing the lashing (either from his tongue or from his microphone-whip) Spandez might give them, Loot slammed the "fire" command on the console. With the loud spinup and electric whine of a magnetic pulse, the garbage cans were launched, caught by the Earth's gravity well almost instantly. Spandez nodded approvingly as he approached, noting their clever use of the railgun. "Very nice, boys. Working smarter AND harder. You guys remembered to correct for gravity, right? Loot and Pillage looked at each other before responding in unison. "Aye." "Ja." === Jump City. Population: Spandez does not care. Primary exports: Spandez also does not care. A sporty red car sped along. Miles above in the atmosphere, however, glowing red embers of molten iron and partially-combusted garbage streaked down with the force of a large ballistic missile. The molten blobs rained down on a certain red Ferrari, filling Bolt's ride with holes, rendering the engine useless and igniting the upholstery. This was before a mostly-intact garbage can fell, impacting with the force of a bunker buster and leaving the road just before the car a smouldering semi-molten crater.

[The Patriarch]

Bolt's eyes went wide as he watched his Ferrari get wrecked by debris falling from the air and he quickly hit the breaks to stop the car from colliding with the debris on the road. He quickly jumped out of the vehicle and looked around for the asshole who had done this, but he didn't see anyone.

"Dammit! This car was a gift from a cold-blooded killer! Many of died for this car!" he shouted out loud to no one. Luckily he could find someone to repair, he had a good deal of contacts thanks to his mercenary work.

----

Kobby gave a sigh as he watched each of the aliens dispatched by his bolts of spiritual energy and he heard the cries of innocent people. He quickly rushed to help people by giving them spiritual healing, which may not heal physically, but it would keep them going long for the ambulances to arrive and start rushing people to the hospitals.

[VitaVitaAR]

Rei jabbed a thumb at her chest and grinned as she straightened. "Street Dragon. Well, in English it's Street Dragon." She glanced around at her surroundings. It looked like the jackass in his car had just gotten trashed, which was awesome... but there were more important things to worry about, like the safety of the innocent people. Jeez, even if she hadn't been a vigilante leaving people like that'd be pretty fucking disgraceful. Though until she found this guy, her best option had been to try and find someone who actually could get the rubble off of them. But it looked like this guy could do the trick for the heavier bits. "Anyway, yeah, let's help 'em out." With that, she turned and quickly started towards the nearest people who were trapped under rubble. Get all these people to safety and then kick more alien ass, that was her plan of action.

[ReaptheMusic]

Despite the shocks, she had removed all but one. Now she was panting hard, black marks formed on her arms. And what's worse, her belly grumbling in complete discordance to what it had eaten. At least she wasn't starving anymore. Marilyn focused, her eyes narrowed and a bead of sweat dripping off of her brow.

This was gonna hurt.

She stuck her hands through the last electric field protecting the last crystal. Immediately she was attacked by the electricity, causing her to cry out and her eyes to widen. Still, through the pain and the smell of burning metal, her arms turning the color of molten steel where the fence touched, she grabbed the crystal and heaved backwards. "aaaAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHH....!!!!!!!!"

She fell to the ground, her hands practically melted to the final crystal power core and trembling in agony. Her grey eyes shuddered and twitched, still in recoil from the massive shock that came to her system. No human could have survived what she had just done. Alarms blared overhead, squalling the fact that the engine was being shut off.

The pale alien stumbled onto her side, her eyes still wide open. She thought of all the lives she must have surely just saved, but her body was still, quite litterally in shock. As her hands cooled off, the crystal core fell from her hands but they remained stiff, blackened. Without blinking, silver tears formed from her eyes and fell downward. Turning solid in the oxyginated air and hitting the floor with a plink! sound.

Her breath was uneven. She was severely injured.

But dammit she had done it.

[KriticalKrab]

March 5,2020:

Suddenly it seemed that the alien mother-ship was slowly sinking, descending down, closer to the surface. However it's large shadow still loomed over the ocean, any change in the ship's course at this point could save the city from an unfortunate demolishing.

In the command center the formerly blue holographic Earth was now a dark red, in sync with the ships emergency lighting. Aliens rushed about the command center in an attempt to save the ship, and everyone's lives.

@SilverDawn

As your charged towards the alien leader you managed to stumble him, causing him to lose focus on his water manipulation, and drop his trident. But he quickly regained balanced and backhanded you. His hand destroyed the shield and forced you back towards the wall, making a slight crack.

@ReaptheMusic

As you consumed the last of the engine crystals you did indeed hear more alarms, your deduction that these were for the engines were correct. The ship slowly began to sink in the air, however it was high above the ground and anything could happen. The auxiliary lights everywhere began to flash a dark red, signaling the loss of power, and the critical status of the ship.

@The Patriarch

Spandez's garbage shot managed to pierce a hole in the grey sky, opening up a window to the sun. Your car couldn't stop in time and the front end was destroyed by the fallen debris. It is now completely ruined, at this point it would be cheaper to get a new car.

Kobby's assistance helped calm down the area, and his efforts were rewarded with the occasional thanks, but the city is a big place.

[philp123]

Basoth quickly inspected the room before jumping to the side, avoiding the beams of lasers firing at his position. "Damnation" He muttered as he realized the room had already been raided, he saw the grate and looked around the corner to see His compatriot slammed against the walls. He couldn't run away from him. "Hold fast friend of metal, I will be with you shortly!" He hid trying to think of a plan of action. he thought that since the compatriot was already in conflict with the big guy it would be best to take out the other henchmen.

He Doubled his size again and formed his arm into a large hammer, then sprinted around the corner and tackled one of the aliens, taking him by surprise, throwing him to the ground with force knocking the gun out of his hand. "Metal friend, Catch!" He threw up the rifle to his position hoping he could catch it. He elevated his right arm, and proceeded to smash it at the Aliens chest with force. He stayed on him to make sure if he wouldn't get back up. Just when he thought he was done shots impacted on his arm knocking him back on to the floor, he'd forgot about the other alien. "Why are you so persistent," He moaned barely managing to rise, he was tiring from all the changing. "I will fight, Bring it on." he said squaring up, back against the wall.

[twave]

Sarah was hiding in her closet with her hands over her ears. Being on the outskirts of town she could only occasionally hear some of the loader sounds but they had been coming ever closer. This kind of thing was the last thing she wanted. Already tired of the stupid angel having taken over her life she was trying to keep her in the dark. It seemed like a never ending fight no matter where she went. Somehow she thought that being where other heros were she could leave it to them. But now they weren't coming and people she'd never seen or heard of were trying their hardest to put an end to the threat. Sure it was selfish but all the girl wanted was some peace. It was a losing battle though and with each passing minute she could feel the magical energy welling up. Looking at the mirror hung on the inside of the door she could see that her brown eyes had already shifter red.

Unable to keep her down Guardian Angel took over and the young woman transformed in a brilliant flash of light. "Why does she resist me so?" Wasting no time she teleported outside and with the power in her wings she soared into the fray. Her immediate concern was the people below. Most of the supers appear to have vanished, probably to stop the main craft baring down on Jump City. It actually appeared to be falling out over the water. Anyone directly on the coast was in danger of being swept and drown should the impact generate a large enough surge.

Concentration was shattered as Angel was nearly shot out of the air. Some remaining aliens were taking aim at the free spirit. Dropping down like a shell she landed on one of them and snatched another. "Do you not see? You're offense has been broken. Leave this planet for it has a Guardian Angel." With a mighty heave she planted the creature into the ground. Forced to take a back seat Sarah could have gagged herself with the corny line the angel made. Making short work of getting to the water Angel began healing and moving people, directing them away from the shore.

[Art of Fun]

"Outnumbered and outmatched." Gladiator spoke loud enough for the assailant to just catch her words, said as if it were simple fact.

With her opponents focus momentarily drawn by Hotsocks, she pressed the attack once more. She knew he was not invulnerable to her strikes, and so had no reason to stop. With a forceful push and tug, she broke free of her would-be water bindings. With a spin, she leaped into the air, swinging one of her powerful legs around to slam a foot into the leader's helmeted head with the force of the spin behind it. She would know their face before defeating them. Gladiator was not ignorant to the power fluctuations through out the ship either, all she had to do was keep her opponents attention on her. Someone else was dealing with the larger battle, evidently.

Getting back into stance, she spun her spear around in her hand, ready to react to the leader's next move.