NeutralNexus

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Oooo, looks like Equilibrium's stepping up to bat.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

“War-Pulse, don't let him lure you out of the city.”

The merc furrowed his brow to his broker’s advice as he flew through the air, hot on the heels of Evergreen.

“What? Why not?” War-Pulse said, “He’s a hero, he's probably just making sure nobody gets hurt, right?”

“Idiot, most of Maine’s coast outside of Lost Haven is protected forests. If he can manipulate plants, he will have a massive terrain advantage. You need to keep him within the city where he is surrounded by primarily steel and concrete.”

“Right,” War-Pulse acknowledged, letting another kinetic release carry him towards his target. “Let’s see how tough the bark really is.”

Evergreen flew as fast as his wings would carry him. He needed to lead the merc some place quiet if he wanted to minimize casualties. Up here in the sky was good but he hadn’t exactly had much practice fighting opponents while up this high so this was very much a double-edged sword.

“Partner, he’s gaining on us…” Gaia warned him, causing the plant man to glance back and see that, sure enough, Pulse was closing the distance between them. “If you’re gonna try and slow him down, think of something quick, but remember, he can absorb most forms of energy, meaning I’m not sure how well direct attacks are gonna work….

“Don’t worry, Gaia…” He thought back to her, “I got a plan…”

Without hesitating, he tore a bunch of the white rose petals that made up his “hair” out and with but a thought they mingled and grew into a very large bouquet of white roses. He nodded and chucked the bouquet behind him. Not exactly a very intimidating attack...at least until the bouquet exploded into a giant cloud of shredded white petals so small they looked more like a cloud of powder that spread out in all directions.

A makeshift smokescreen attack!

“Gah!” Pulse exclaimed, finding himself immersed in a cloud of flower petals before he had time to react. He tumbled slightly, his advance momentarily halted by the overwhelming scent of flowers. “It's like being trapped in a Bed, Bath, and Beyond!”

The cloud did not hold the mercenary long, however, as he sent a kinetic blast down toward the earth on reflex to propel him above the cloud. With a quick wipe of his eyes, he managed to get a lock on his target once more, making his way toward the city borders.

“Oh like he'll are you getting away that easily.” The merc growled, his body radiating with power as he attempts to build up more energy in his back.

Another defeating detonation spurred the mercenary forward, screaming through the air like a fighter jet as he managed to close the gap again, this time positioning himself a few hundred feet higher than his quarry. Crackling balls of kinetic energy began to form in his hands , his leg kicking back before hurling the projectiles like like baseballs towards Evergreen’s projected path, sizzling like shooting stars as they descended.

Though while the missiles were potent, they weren't what Pulse was counting on to stop him. Locking into his target, he launched himself in a downward dive, intending to use the two projectiles not as direct attacks, but instead corralling the hero into a position where the merc could divebomb tackle Evergreen out of the air.

Directly into the abandoned building below them.

The plant warrior had spotted the city borders off in the distance and knew it wouldn’t be long now till he was free to cut loose without worry of collateral damage...at least, that had been the original plan. Instead, he was forced to deal with a pair of kinetic energy blasts courtesy of his pursuer. Knowing he had no way to slow down without Pulse catching him, he morphed one of his arms into a large circular shield.

He grunted as he barreled through the attack, his shield cracking in several places as he did so. However, he realized too late that he had been misled as he turned to check on Pulse...only for the merc to come crashing into him like a football player. The warrior was sent spiraling out of the sky towards the building below.

He crashed into the building with such force that he ended up destroying a chunk of the outer wall and through several floors of the structure, kicking up a large cloud of dust and debris.

But Pulse wasn’t done, he managed to get his arms around the plant warrior’s waist as they slammed through multiple floors, stopping in what used to be a living room apartment several levels down from the entry point. Pulse landed on top of Evergreen, finding himself straddling the earthen warrior and momentarily pinning him to the ground. He followed up hard, trying to hold Evergreen down with a free hand and throwing a flurry of kinetically charged punches towards Evergreen’s shield, each blow cracking the bark a little more as he tried to land a successful shot on the hero’s face.

Evergreen could do little more than bare the brunt of the attacks as he was slammed through floor after floor. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the fact all his bones and organs had long since been converted into plant matter he knew he would’ve been dead already. He had no time to breathe either as even after landing Pulse refused to relent.

His shield was holding for the moment, but he knew it wouldn’t last much longer. He glared up at the merc despite being held down...and then suddenly, before Pulse could get off another shot, Evergreen’s entire body broke apart into a swarm of locust-like creatures that swarmed all over the place briefly before reforming right above the merc. With a scowl on his face, he shifted the density of both his fists and brought them crashing down on top of Pulse.

Pulse didn’t even have time to react before he found himself holding nothing but bugs. Before he could piece together what had happened, he was sent further down the building, crashing through floor after floor, the sound of water pipes bursting as the mercenary was blasted through them before crashing into an old table on ground floor and cratering into the cement foundation.

“Hnnng….fun trick…” The mercenary sneering, hoisting rotted wood off of himself before getting to his feet. Not to be outdone, the merc grabbed a large lead pipe that had come down with him, sneering as he looked back up the holes. “Luckily I can double as an exterminator.”

But he didn’t pursue yet, instead waiting down below for Evergreen to inevitably pursue him, the pipe held like a baseball bat for when Evergreen dropped down the hole for a full baseball swing. With a lucky shot, perhaps he’d connect hard enough to end this conflict before it really began.

“He’s baiting you, you know that, right?” Gaia’s voice echoed as her champion looked down the hole to where Pulse was waiting.

“...I know…” Evergreen confirmed, “...But it’s not like we don’t have much of a choice but to take it. We run, he’ll follow...he won’t stop until he gets what he wants...so might as well take him down here and now…”

“...Alright then…” Gaia gave the impression of a nod in his mind, “Go get him partner...show this imbecile why you’re my champion…”

With a nod, Evergreen leaped into the hole, the water from the busted pipes raining on him and giving him a small boost to his strength and restoring some of his vitality. He descended faster and faster, and just as he reached the floor before the one Pulse was on...his body changed once again, his legs fusing into the tail of a serpent as his fists became like giant mallets. He descended on his target like a meteor and swung with all his might.

The pipe gave a furious whistle as the mercenary swung the weapon to connect with one of Evergreen’s fists. The resulting impact caused a shockwave between the two opposing forces, ripping up the wood flooring around them, the drywalls buckling at the collision of power. Unsurprisingly, the plant-based metahuman’s strength was more than enough to shatter the pipe, much to the dismay of the mercenary.

“Well...looks like somebody’s been eating their spinach-AUGH!” The Mercenary quipped before a hammer cracked across his face, momentarily staggering the merc before he was forced to duck another swing from Gaia’s mighty champion. Evergreen’s offense was indeed impressive, connecting with a powerful one-two combination with thundering impact that temporarily buckled the mercenary, following with a roundhouse tail slam that bashed the merc through several rooms, tumbling through drywall before burrowing into a pile of debris.

“Had enough?” Evergreen called out into the hole, a scowl plastered across his face.

“Unnngh...Hmmm….let me think about it…” Came Pulse’s pained response, a brief pause indicating he was considering the offer. However, Pulse’s decision came with a kinetic blast screaming back through the hole to connect with Evergreen’s stenum, sending him crashing through yet more drywall. The mercenary was already in pursuit Before the plant-warrior had time to recover, advancing on Evergreen with a vicious series of kinetically-charged jabs, a few impacting into Evergreen’s rips and chest before the plant-warrior retaliated with his arm morphing into a vine, wrapping around Pulse’s leg and whipping him into the floor and slamming him into the wall, dragging the mercenary through several windows and debris before tossing Pulse into a hanging beam and sending him bouncing into another abandoned room.

But the kinetic berserker was resourceful, this exchange only lasted as long as War-Pulse wanted to before seeing the opportunity to gain the advantage with a loose piece of rebar sticking out of the foundation. Snagging the rebar, the mercenary charged the plant-warrior, with Evergreen preparing to counter with his vine arm. Like a whip, the vine came hissing out to try and once more snag the merc, but the clever Pulse was one step ahead, using a kinetic burst from his legs to leap over the attack and Evergreen. Before Evergreen had time to turn around, a firm stab downward drove the rebar through Evergreen’s tail and into the ground below, pinning the plant warrior to the ground. Judging by the power of Evergreen, it would not be enough to hold Gaia’s champion for long, but that would be enough.

“Alright kid, you want to keep playing?” The merc quipped, whirling on his heel to face the temporarily trapped Evergreen. “Let's see how you handle some real weed killer!”

As he whirled around, it was clear that his fist was wreathed in kinetic energy, a wild glint was in his eyes as his arm pulsated with raw kinetic power. With a blood-curdling cry, War-Pulse threw all his weight behind a vicious haymaker, the fist rocketing at Evergreen with enough velocity to shake the building itself.

The result was deafening, the bottom level of the building bursting outward as the kinetic payload ripped through the outward layer of bricks, following with Evergreen’s body spiraling out of the building. The plant-warriors frame crashed through a truck parked in front of the building, imploding the metal as the body bounced off of its hull before bouncing and cratering into the street.

As Evergreen staggered to his feet, he could see the glowing, illuminated figure of War-Pulse coming out to meet him, slowly walking to the edge of his own destruction.

The merc sneered, gesturing to Evergreen as he spoke. “You ready to talk yet, Jolly Green Jackass?” He called out. “Or am I going have to keep chopping at the trunk?”

Evergreen regained his composure and snapped his neck back into place. Surprisingly, even after being slammed through a gosh darn building, the most he had was scratches and bruises...and what little damage he had was already starting to vanish as his body slowly regenerated. “I’ll give you this much...you definitely live up to your reputation…but..”

He showed no fear to the merc as he worked out the remaining kinks, “If you think that a little spanking is gonna get me to talk...you got another thing coming…and besides..” The eyeholes in his mask glowed once again as his voice warped briefly to something inhuman, “You don’t have the first clue what kind of power you’re up against...so let me give you a taste…”

He rose his arms as the wooden debris from the building flew towards him and attached to his body, giving him several extra pairs of arms, the hands becoming various weapons and the remaining wood forming into what looked to be a bunch of small and fragile constructs like serpents and wolves that surrounded the area.

“Prepare yourself, War-Pulse...cause from here on out...I’m gonna get serious!!!”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@NeutralNexus: I can't lie. War-Pulse probably is one of my favorite characters in this roleplay (of course Arachne is the best...).

@Dedonus

I actually super appreciate this comment, I'm happy you like the character.

@Fallenreaper With the pace we're going at, it should be maybe a day or so until we post.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I'm down if everyone else is.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Dude you're back! So glad to see you again!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Abandonedintel Wait what? Where are you going?

I have made a post, on the last page...late as usual, but better late than never!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

“So her name’s Racheli?”

Standing in the middle of what looked like the remnants of an Earthquake stood the kinetic berserker. Strolling through the debris, he picked up what looked to be a broken chain with as free hand. He examined the slightly rusty pieces, holding them up to the streetlamp as as his constant companion Warden gave the rundown on his newly acquired target through his earpiece.

“Racheli Desdemona, aged 28 years old, moved to the city earlier this year,currently unemployed and as of a few months ago, has no living kin.” Warden replied, “She recently was believed to be with the CDC for examined for a viral infection. However, currently federal reports reveal that she was taken during a transport about three months ago. This has all been kept quiet for the most part, as they don’t want to spread widespread panic among Lost Haven, but only recently has she been spotted still in the city. To most, she is barely noticeable among the crowd here in Lost Haven.”

“Buuuut since this is Lost Haven, the city of freaks, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that since I'm standing in what looks like a warzone, she's super dangerous.” Trent shot back.

“According to our employer, potentially she is one of the most dangerous beings on the planet if left unchecked. And for this city, that’s saying something.”

“Oh? What’s she got going on then?” The merc replied, the eagerness coming through in his increasingly aggressive tone. “Judging by what happened here, it looks pretty nasty. Is she some kind of earthquake generator?”

Warden replied in his monotone, already providing a lack of interest in the mercenary’s jokes. “Her powers are relatively unknown at the moment other than evidence of manipulation of metallic elements.”

War-Pulse almost immediately dropped the chains in reaction, as if she was going to suddenly manipulate them to wrap around his neck, the iron crashing against the cracked asphalt and echoing through the vacant streets. “Gyah! You mean we’re dealin’ with some kind of...Magneta?” He said, a short but enthusiastic chuckle punctuating his statement. “Can’t say I’ve honestly fought something like that before. Though I’m confused...if she’s warping metal, where did the earthquake come from? I don’t think Lost Haven is on any tectonic plates or anything.”

“I can imagine this is a result of her powers as well, which means she is getting stronger.” Warden stated, “It is only a matter of time before her abilities match and possibly overwhelm people with even your kind of power.”

“Jeez Warden, thanks for the vote of confidence.” War-Pulse scoffed, hopping over an overturned lampost, another result of the scuffle. “How long ago do you think this was done?”

“Couldn't be too long, police aren't here yet.” Warden replied, the sounds of a clacking keyboard barely audible on the comm as Warden ran through numerous databases. “Though judging by the police banter, this quake is going relatively under the radar. The Umbraxis attack cut their numbers down significantly, not to mention incidents like Pax Metahumana and the Ironworks have stretched them extremely thin. Not to mention we are firmly in the middle of Chinatown, which the police are very wary of since the Triads and Yakuza activity has been rising."

“Oh good, just what this city needs: gang wars.” War-Pulse remarked, “This city is seriously on the fast track to hell--oop, poor choice of words considering D-Day.”

“Regardless, Lost Haven does not need more on their plate and you are the perfect candidate to remedy this issue.” Warden stated, “I’m sending you known sightings of your target to your virtual display system.”

Sure enough, the merc taped a button on his earpiece, a holographic blue screen materializing in front of his eyes as if from thin air, causing the merc to smirk as the images blinked into the screen. “I do love when you give me new toys to play with Warden.”

“Our current employers gave us a large percentage up front, but it helps that we were able to sell whatever equipment we could salvage from the Good Doctor’s laboratories.”

“Yeah, I was going to ask, who is our employer this time?”

“They...chose not to say.” Warden admitted. “But they paid well and they made a very convincing argument that this was a dire situation that needed to be handled ASAP.”

“Right, but you said they wanted her alive...if we’re capturing some metahuman lady and dragging her to some shadowy organization, shouldn’t we know who we’re capturing a girl for and why they want her?”

“Has that really ever stopped you before?” Warden confirmed, causing the mercenary’s face to harden slightly in a pang of anger. “What matters is this woman is clearly dangerous, and the more time you spend here, the more time she has to go into hiding.”

“Alright, alright, you’ve made your point.” The mercenary gawked, looking over the photos that were sent. “So this was her last known location, yeah?”

“Yes, before this she was last seen at the Ironworks before it was destroyed.”

“Right, it got wrecked by metahumans from what the news stations said.”

“A scuffle of sorts, the source of the incident is unclear by the local populace.” Warden punctuated, more images popping up on War-Pulse’s floating screen. “She was seen fleeing the scene with three cohorts. A metallic man by the name of Icarus, a known vigilante known as the White Witch, and a manipulator of plants which the residents of Lost Haven refer to as Evergreen.”

“Huh, kind of an...eclectic group of superfriends, isn’t it?” The merc said, eyeing the three metahuman subjects as they appeared on his screen. “Well, how active are these three in the city? If we can find one of them, maybe they know where she is?”

“And you think they’ll tell the wanted felon where she is?”

“Well we can worry about that when we get to it, now where are they?” War-Pulse said, flicking off the holographic screen, his attention now turned to the movement on the edges of the area. He could see that there were civilians appearing now, coming out of the woodwork to survey the strange scene unfolding. First a fight broke out resulting in an earthquake, and now a strange man in a long coat was wandering through the destruction, it only made sense were people getting curious enough to make themselves known. Still, it meant the force of nature should not stay in the area long, or risk being subject to a scuffle with the local authorities that were inevitably on their way.

“Icarus has gone dark, he clearly has enough experience with tech to cover his tracks, even if his activity is public I’d have the most trouble tracking it down.” Warden began. “Same goes for White Witch, she was fairly active until recently when she went to ground chasing occult activity. I can assume she is currently embroiled in something we don’t want to stick our heads into.”

“What about the last guy? Greenie?”

“Evergreen.” Warden corrected. “Out of Racheli’s collaborators, he is probably the most active. He has actively pursued a vigilante career and is seen most nights defending the helpless and roping in lawbreakers.”

“Oh, a do-gooder...can’t wait to meet him.” The merc said, a small kinetic burst beginning to levitate the merc into the air, much to the shock of the civilians surrounding him. “Alright...looks like we got a plan, find the Flowerchild, ask him where Racheli is, rope her in, then bring her to our shadowy overseers in time to grab one of them famous Maine Lobsters.”

“And if Evergreen won’t tell you were Racheli is?”

The merc sneered, a deafening kinetic blast rupturing the ground below him as he rocketed into the air, causing the people below to scatter. “Let me worry about that, Warden. I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

So I have a War-Pulse post coming in tomorrow hopefully!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

“Someone kill that söldner hund!”

The sound of the an angered German voice rang over the loudspeaker as gunfire erupted in the secret research facility of the legendary figure from WWII, The Good Doctor followed only by an explosion and the scream of countless lost lives. The facility was located on an island in the North, a rocky spire rising high above the icy cold waters of the Arctic Sea.

And today, the facility burns.

Countless chemical fires had erupted in the base, no doubt from the large steel chemical vats ripped open as if they were tin foil and set ablaze. The heat from the crackling infernos licked at the sterile hallways, singing the spilled blood and bodies of countless hired guns who stood in the way of the intruder. Shattered glass littered the floors, evidence of the countless scientific experiments smashed to smithereens and splattered all across the walls, medical equipment and foreign devices bent, battered, and ripped to shreds.

But the fight was far from over, as what remained of The Good Doctor’s forces gathered before a large defensive plaza designed as a holdout before the final untouched laboratory, taking whatever was left of their arsenal with them. Machine guns, shotguns, mounted turrets, and all manner of firearms to protect the few secrets The Good Doctor had, their weapons pointed down the only hallway at the oncoming intruder. The facility was made to bottleneck adversaries, hoping that if any invading force were to get this far, they would be forced into engaging from only one entry point.

Of course, they never thought they would have to use this strategy, the clacking of metal rang out as the men pulled up behind the large amounts of cover within the room, hiding behind storage crates, sandbags, and large metallic walls that covered the large metal door of the final lab. The barking of the last remaining captain rang out over the men as they scampered into firing position.

“Hold your fire!” Called the captain, his voice desperately trying to hiding the wavering fear by yelling louder than usual. “Wait until we get a clean shot before we riddle the bastard!”

Tension rose as silence permeated the room, the present sense of dread finally sinking over the remaining grunts. Cold sweat rushed down their faces, their shuddering hands gripping a firm hold on their weapons as they pointed down the hallway, the lights flickering on and off from the intense and rampant destruction that the facility has suffered, clearly the power had taken a severe hit from their intruder.

However, their thoughts came to a grinding halt as the sound of footsteps on the tile floors began to echo from down the hallway, causing the men to stand at attention, their bodies tense, their muscles taught, their trigger fingers shakingly hovering from the split-second decision to fire.

“Doc, baby, honey, what’s with all the hostility?” Came a cocky voice from the hallway, the form of a single man becoming visible in the flickering lights. “We were all buddy buddy before, weren’t we? What’s a few dead bodies between friends?”

“You ungrateful bastard! You come in here, destroy my lab, kill my men, and now you make jokes?” Came the Doctor’s voice, his German accent highlighting his rage as his torso was broadcasted on a large screen above the door his men were now protecting. His face hidden by his trademark six-slitted mask as he sat on a velvety red throne, “I bring you into my fold, I give you the opportunity to join the new world order, the future, and you repay me by killing my emissary, storming into my lab and destroying my experiments!”

“Okay, to be fair Randal was creepy, I was doing you a favor. He had the worst case of serial killer vibe with the exact same suit he wore all the time and he did not understand personal space. You should be thanking me.” The man said, the silverish glint of his suit flashing in the flickering lights. “However, I hardly call putting me as your little scapegoat for the attack on Lost Haven ‘bringing me into the fold’. I do all the heavy lifting and hard labor to set up your plan, and what do I get for it? I get STRIKE on my ass and goodie two-shoes calling me a terrorist, you didn’t even pay me!”

“You were going to be paid once you succeeded!”

“Last I checked, I got 3 out of 4 poison vials in the water supply. Are you saying you couldn’t get the job done without all 4 in there?”

“STRIKE purged the poison within hours! They were able to follow your trail of destruction right to them!”

“Eh, you never said I had to be subtle about it.” The man said, offering a casual shrug with his comment. “And if subtle is what you wanted, then you bet on the wrong horse for that race, Doc.”

The man took a few more steps, causing the guards to shudder in fear as the infamous mercenary deemed ‘War-Pulse’ come into view, already radiating in kinetic energy as he nonchalantly strolled towards the awaiting sea of hunkered down firearms.

“Either way, Herr Doctor, what’s done is done, and I got a job to do here.” The kinetic beserker said, a sneer popping through his face mask as he cracked his knuckles. “Call it my own little ‘community service’ from STRIKE.”

“STRIKE? Those pathetic engstirnig Schweine?” The Doctor said, the slits in his mask glowering in frustration, his fist banging on the armrest of his velvety red chair. “Good, now when my men are done killing you, I know who to take vengeance on for this travesty of an attack on my hard work!”

“Right, because these guys have what it takes to stop me.” The kinetic beserker sneered as he stepped into the room. He took a moment to scour the room, seeing each determined face lining their sights to him, the metallic wrenching of metal clacking against one another as the mounted turrets whirled into position , the echos or alarms ringing out in the background permeating into the tense atmosphere as the mercenary’s kinetic aura flared out, crackling across the room. “Just like the last hundred men that tried, right?”

The German supervillain’s hands gripped tightly onto his chair, the mask barely hiding the seething rage in the old War veteran as his subtle snarling turned into a full blown roar of frustration. Leaning forward in his chair, the Doctor pointed through the screen, screaming out his orders in a furious rasp before the screen flickered to black. “Der Mann, der mir den Kopf dieser Fick bringt bezahlt Doppel seinen Lohn und ersetzt Randal für seine efforts!”

“Oooo, pissed him off so much he went full Kraut…” The merc muttered to himself, raising his arms to the defending squad, giving them an arrogant beckon to gesture them towards him. “C’mon boys, you heard the Wienerschnitzel! Who wants to die first today?!”

And upon his words responded an ocean of gunfire. Every weapon erupted into a hailfire of bullets, spraying ammunition in hoses of metallic murder at the intruder. The sounds of the turrets firing off shook the very foundations of the building as the .50 caliber rounds thudded into the mercenary, sparks shearing off of the force of nature’s body, as smoke and dust kicked up from where the bullets ricocheted. Shotguns, assault rifles, submachine guns, each adding to the cacophony of discharges, followed by the slightest tingle of the shells bouncing along the concrete floor.

Each second felt like it lasted a bit longer as the point where War-Pulse stood was layered with rounds, ending only when every last clip was emptied into his general location.

Silence, the smoke obscuring the entirety of the location where the mercenary stood, the results of their attack unknown at this point.

Until the sound of a slow clap was heard among the smoke.

“God damn, boys, didn’t think everyone would volunteer at once.” Came the voice of the cocky merc, emerging from the smoke as if nothing had happened. He brushed some stray dust off of his coat, undamaged from the assault much to the fear of the grunts. He let out a demeaning snicker, taking a few more steps into the room as he cracked his knuckles causing kinetic energy to snap out of his hands with each crack. “Now, how many of you do you think I can take out before anyone reloads?”

Before a soldier got to answer, the merc was upon them, briskly bursting forward with a kinetic blast and sending a man flying into the steel doors behind him with a firmly placed punch to the sternum. The man next to him fumbled to grab a clip, but his hopes were dashed as back kick to the face caused his body to cartwheel end over end until it smashed into the ceiling. The turrets moved next, whirling in their position to gain a mark on the force of nature. But War-Pulse was one step ahead of them and with a quick turn he outstretched to release two kinetic blasts, one for each emplacement. The turrets never stood a chance, the kinetic energy ripping them apart like they were tin foil, exploding to cause numerous soldiers flying across the room.

Of course, the mercenary was not fast enough to stop all the men from reloading, but what men were left after War-Pulse’s initial assault had the fight taken out of them. They dropped their weapons, scrambling to get away from the assailant as another man was launched from a right hook delivered by War-Pulse, absolutely pulverizing the man’s jaw before he bounced off of the bunker behind him and skidding across the floor to a halt.

“Aw, c’mon, is that it?” War-Pulse shouted, grabbing another runaway by the back of the collar before delivering repeated strikes to the man’s face as he spoke. “I thought there would be a little bit more fight from the men guarding the legendary Good Doctor!” He tossed the limp body to the ground, strolling to the thick steel door protecting the Doctor’s office. “Oh well, I guess not everyone can live up to expectation.”

The mercenary surveyed the door for a few seconds, his hand brushing up against the metal as he tried to get a read on what he was dealing with. Of course, he could only tell it was metal, but assuming who was behind it, it had to at least be of titanium quality with ceramic reinforcement.

Which, to the kinetic warrior, was nothing but an obstacle. Lining up a shot, the force of nature let his hand sizzle and crackle as energy was drawn to it, the room lighting up as his palm ignited in kinetic power. He shuffled his hips, planting himself firmly for the release, the air becoming thick with destructive might.

“Knock knock!”

The resulting blast knocked straight through the door, ripping it off of its hinges as the plates flung back into the room, bent entirely out of shape as the Good Doctor was forced to abandon the phaser he was going to use on the intruder and leap behind his chair for cover.

“Daddy’s home.”

But the Good Doctor was not deterred by the impressive

“Alright, I give up,” The Good Doctor said, his hands raised in an indignant manner as he scoffed at the mercenary. “If only your display at Lost Haven was half as good as what you displayed here was..take me to STRIKE so they may lock me away.”

The merc’s brows raised from the reaction, followed shortly by a boisterous, mocking laugh, causing the Doctor to cock his head in confusion.

“Is that what you think this is?” War-Pulse asked, his laughter petering through his words. “You think I’m here to arrest you?”

The Good Doctor, whose attitude had been relatively confident up until now, began to shudder as the reality of the situation sank in. His knees buckled, hunching down and shielding himself futily as the assailant stepped ever closer.

“W-w-wait War-Pulse...hold on a moment…” The Doctor started, backing away from War-Pulse as he advanced forward, the fear beginning to show. “W-w-we can work something out...you’ve worked for me before, you know what I’m can do for you, what I can offer…”

“Yeah, a sense of guilt and a lab in the arctic, apparently.” War-Pulse shot back, throwing a table aside as he continued his pursuit, the wooden structure shattering against the wall as the contents on the table went spilling across the floor.

“P-please!” The Doctor pleaded, taking a few more steps before he bumped against the wall behind him. “Don’t do this! You ca-ACK!”

The pleas of the Doctor were silenced abruptly by the hand of War-Pulse wrapping around the villain's neck, hoisting him into the air as he emitted struggled gasps, grasping at the arm firmly holding him in a deadly vicegrip.

“I will give you this, Doc, between all the fighting back at Lost Haven, I had a shit-ton of fun. The fights, the flash, the colorful costumes, I ate up every damn minute of it like the fat guy at a pie eating contest.” War-Pulse began, pulling the Good Doctor off the wall to let him hang freely into the air. “But more importantly, I learned something there. Y’see, twice I was bewitched by a bitch of a sorceress, and a particularly nasty one at that. She got me to...see things, things that would make even you a bit uncomfortable.”

A flick of his wrist and the Doctor careened across the room, crashing through a lab table and sliding into the wall.

“You aren’t the only monster in the room, Herr Doctor. In fact, I think you and I probably have around the same kill count. Sure, we can reason it away as the casualties of war or in your case, the progress of science. However, that doesn’t excuse it, it just makes us feel better about what it is; murder. Cold. Blooded. Murder.”

The Doctor said nothing, merely cowering in fear as War-Pulse outstretched his hand, energy coalescing around his palm as he cornered the scientist.

“Here’s the difference between you and me, though. I’m aware that I’ve been a monster, and moreso, I do willingly agree that I’ve made some bad decisions in my life. Hell, I’d give anything to take back some things I’ve done, and I’m starting to realize I can learn from the mistakes I’ve made. Does that mean that’s going to save me from my own personal seat in hell? No, probably not, but at least I can make the world a little better when I leave and have some company there before I go.”

The Doctor only whimpered as War-Pulse pulled the arm back.

“Commander Anderson sends his regards, you kraut son of a bitch.”

A thrust of the arm forward, and the kinetic blast was launched into the Doctor’s body. His chest compressed as the impact landed, the flesh being ripped to shreds from the sheer impact as his body was all but pulverized against the wall. War-Pulse did not stop though, his orders had been clear since he got here. Another blast flattened the Doctor’s body, and another reduced it to shreds. Again War-Pulse fired, over and over again kinetic waves slammed into the wall until the infamous World War 2 veteran, the world's’ first real Supervillain, was reduced to a bloody pile on the floor, only his mask remaining intact.

Of course, that had been intentional, evidenced by the fact that War-Pulse picked the mask up after the deed was done. He snickered to himself, the feeling of killing a legendary figure washing over him with a sense of pride. He needed a win after his experience in Lost Haven, and his attack on the compound had allowed him to get a sizable amount of stress out of his system.

He took some time to admire his trophy, his eyes locked on the item as he strolled back through the devastated facility on his way back to the landing pads.

“Ooooo Waaaarrrrrdeeeennnn...Waaaaarrrrrrdeeeennnnnn.” The mercenary called mockingly, placing his finger on his commlink to bring his broker to his attention. “I've got a pulverized supervillain and a trophy mask with our names on it.”

“And the facility?” Came Warden’s monotone voice, always straight to the point.

“Completely toast, everything this guy was making is now muddled piles on the ground, not to mention this place is rigged to blow when I leave since I ruptured the generator. The Doctor’s work, his friends, his memories, they’re all going to die here.”

“Good, after this STRIKE will hold up their end of the bargain. Once you deliver the mask back to the drop point, you will receive a full pardon for your actions in Lost Haven. They cannot say the same for local law enforcement, heroes, or interpol, but they personally will no longer pursue you for your actions.”

“Awesome, I was getting real tired of downing STRIKE aircrafts whenever I wanted to make a cross country flight.” War-Pulse joked, pocketing the mask. “It’s a shame we won’t be getting any money for this job, though. Or credit for that matter, STRIKE's going to keep it all hush-hush, they could at the very least say that I'm the guy who killed Hitler's homemade superfriend!”

“Oh...I wouldn’t worry about that.” Warden replied. “I already have a well-paying job lined up for you…are you worried about going back to Lost Haven at all?”

“Worried?” War-Pulse replied, his eyes flaring up as a hungry little scoff left his lungs. “On the contrary, Warden….

I’m god damned thrilled.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hey guys, just got back from my weekend out in the woods and I was checking out--

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Aw god dammit, more catch up.