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Abandoned S.T.R.I.K.E. Facility, Location Unknown

Travis Murdock sat behind an array of computer screens monitoring the various operations that his men were carrying out across the globe. The glow from the screens gave him an almost bluish hue, which when combined with the constant cloud of smoke that hung about from his ever burning cigarettes gave him an almost supernatural mystique. However, there was nothing supernatural about him, except perhaps for his ability to hate.

His hatred was not based on anything as simple as skin color or place of origin. His ire was directed at the meta humans that had seemingly come out of the woodwork in recent years. When he first started as an agent for S.T.R.I.K.E, he thought of the assignment as a punishment. He found himself running around the desert chasing down UFO eyewitnesses and talking to drunken backwoods hicks who claimed to have seen a Bigfoot. His friends jokingly called him Mulder, and would make wisecracks about the truth being out there.

Then a man in a cape caught a space station out of the sky.

The entire world changed that day. He went from chasing down demon dogs in the Appalachians to chasing down actual demons. It was soon after D-Day that Murdock learned that everything that people had convinced themselves were just legends were anything but.

Vampires.

Demons.

Werewolves.

Superheroes.

Supervillains.

They were all real. It was during this time that Murdock learned that there were indeed things that went bump in the night. It was also at this point that he decided that he would be the one to bump back. His methods were brutal, but he soon found that he was one of the few within the government organization that was willing to take the necessary steps to protect humanity. His views had cost him everything, his family, his home, and his job.

However, as the meta humans and other subspecies waged their seemingly endless war among themselves, as well as the rightful masters of the world, the human race, more and more of his former allies and even some enemies came to see that he was right. It was his vision that saw the downfall of S.T.R.I.K.E, the death of its director and the full assault on the meta human and supernatural populations. From this command center, he had overseen the attacks in Albany, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas. He watched as his troops renewed the assault on witches in Salem, as well as those who had gathered at the Temple of Aradia.

Through the various screens, he monitored current operations being carried out by his men. Paris, New York, London, Pacific Point, Crown Ridge, and Santa Fe were all points of interest for his operatives, and for the most part everything was going to plan. However, the most important mission was being conducted in Virginia, at the home of S.T.R.I.K.E.’s former armored lapdog, Christopher Arthur. One of his best agents, The Judicator had taken the fight to the Iron Knight, and had gained access to everything that he would need to finish this war. Not only had he gained access to files on known meta humans around the globe, some of which contained very sensitive information, they had gained control of S.T.R.I.K.E.’s dirty little secret. They were now in control of an orbital weapons system that had been put into play by an android named Archangel during the Pax Metahuman crisis. It was one of the most advanced weapons systems on Earth, or more accurately, above it, and had the capability to eliminate a single target with more accuracy than the latest drone technology employed by the US military, or it could vaporize an entire city.

Soon, the Hounds of Humanity would use the weapons system to strike a decisive blow in this war, and much like when the Allies dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, it would such a blow the likes had never been seen on this planet before.

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

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

Richard Midas sat behind his desk with a perplexed expression on his face. He had been going over the readings from Racheli’s first session inside the Power Plant, and he was nothing if not impressed. The young woman had demonstrated considerable aptitude while confronted with a significant threat, and although her vitals indicated that she had experienced an elevated sense of urgency during the battle, particularly after losing an arm, she was never in any real danger. Her vitals had remained strong. What he was unaware of, however, was if she knew just how little danger she had actually faced.

It was while he had been pondering this very question that a mysterious person shrouded in shadow presented himself on Midas’ computer screen. He had introduced himself as a member of a new anti non-human group called the Hounds of Humanity. The group had claimed responsibility for multiple, simultaneous attacks on the metahuman community across the country.  After the man in shadows had finished his statement with a vow to eliminate all non-humans and those who support them, Midas leaned back in his chair and wondered just how big of a threat these so called Hounds of Humanity actually posed not only to the metahuman population, but to his interests as well. If the group’s claims to have eliminated STRIKE were in fact true, they have already hurt his interests as the government organization had been one of his best customers when it came to cutting edge tech. Suddenly, Midas was disturbed by the sound of his office door slamming open, and his assistant Nigel rushing in followed closely by his manservant, Livingston.

Midas glared at the men, but before he could raise an objection, Nigel was already apologizing for the intrusion while offering an explanation.

“Sir, there was a disturbance in sector fifty three.” Nigel said breathlessly.

“Sector fifty three?” Midas asked as if he hadn’t heard correctly.

“Yes Sir, just a few blocks from the Power Plant.” Nigel confirmed needlessly, as Midas knew exactly where sector fifty three was.

The timing was too convenient to be a coincidence. It had to be these Hounds of Humanity moving against him and his facility. For a moment, he wondered how they could possibly know about what Midas and his people were doing, but then he realized that if they were able to take out STRIKE, there was little that would be out of their reach.

“Alright. Get Mr. Jordan and his team down to the site of the disturbance. I want to know what is going on down there, and exactly who is pressing into our territory. If it is these Hounds, I want them dealt with.”

Twenty minutes later

Peter Jordan made his way through the twisting caverns of the “sewers” near Midas Industries. The part of the undercity that Jordan and his men found themselves in was more of an underground city than an actual sewer system. In the mid 1800’s, the underground city in Lost Haven had been a part of the underground railroad, and before that, pirates had used to expansive undercity to hide loot and some of their more grisly exploits. The tunnels had been used even into the 1920’s during Prohibition. But now they lie below the city mostly forgotten by the residents of the city, many of whom have no idea that there is an expansive city below their feet. However, the subterranean tunnels did intertwine with the city’s sewer system at numerous cross-sections. It was at one of these cross-sections that Jordan led his men into the proper sewers.

“The sensors went off about five clicks from here.” Jordan told his men as they silently trekked through the maze of human waste.

They continued through the seemingly ever narrowing sewers toward the source of the disturbance. Though Jordan believed it was most likely nothing, perhaps some homeless people trying to stay out of the elements. However, the timing was odd. The Hounds of Humanity have their big coming out party at the same time as there is a proximity alarm sounded just a couple of blocks away from his boss’ metahuman training ground. Jordan didn’t believe in coincidences, and was expecting a fight when he and his men crossed paths with whoever it was that was down there.

“What in the hell…?” Jordan asked aloud as they rounded a corner and his eyes fell on the one responsible for tripping the proximity alarm. It was a woman, but not like any he had ever seen. She had almost pitch black skin, and her long hair was in complete contrast a brilliant white. And while she was sitting against the sewer wall with her head in her hands, there was something about her. Jordan could see that she was powerfully built and tall, looking to be at least six and a half feet tall, and she seemed to be wearing very little. To say the very least, Jordan could tell that she wasn’t exactly from around here. “Well, that’s not something you see everyday...not even here.” he said as he slowly approached the woman.

Raeviir jumped to her feet at the approach of the armed guards, her scimitar and whip in her hands and already drawn. Suffering’s venom dripped from the blade, scorching and hissing as it hit the concrete on the floor, whilst Torment’s blades glistened in the dim lighting of the sewer tunnel. She was poised and ready for action - though she didn’t recognise anything about them, save from that they looked humanoid. Two arms, two legs, a head and a torso. They were probably human from the looks of it - shorter than her, too - and they were dressed in very strange body armour that she had never seen before. She could see their infrared signatures though, blindingly obvious against the cold stone that surrounded them, and she could see some sort of weapons in their hands, weapons that although she had no idea what they were, she could tell they meant business. Perhaps some kind of weaponised spell projectors? Nevertheless, she was ready for a fight if the locals were hostile. The lead human spoke, and to Raeviir’s amazement she could actually understand what he was talking about. If they could communicate, then that would make getting them to either go away or understand what had happened much much easier… “Stay back! I don’t know who you are, or what you want with me! I’ll warn you now, I know how to cut you down, no matter what in the hells that is you’re wearing!” She didn’t, of course. Though Suffering was powerful enough to cut through anything that Raeviir had encountered, even the finest steel plating of the Burgundian smiths of Nevers, she had no idea whether these humans were using some futuristic technology or whether they had completely different materials to those on Theranys. Better to at least warn them she meant business, no matter who they were. If they raised their weapons, Raeviir could blind them and go in for the kill. Unless they could see in supernatural darkness…

Upon seeing the strange woman’s reaction, Jordan immediately motioned for his men to lower their weapons. He saw that she was nervous, but at the same time ready to fight, and as he looked on her athletic frame, he had no doubt that she would be able to take them all out without so much as breaking a sweat. No, confrontation was not the way to handle this situation, Jordan just hoped that he could talk some sense into the woman.

“Lower your weapons!” Jordan ordered his men. “Now!” he said when he saw that they were hesitant. However, after several beats the men did as they were told. With their guns no longer drawn on the woman, Jordan stepped forward, making a show of him lowering his own firearm.

“It’s okay. It’s fine, we’re friends.” Jordan said as he took another step toward her. “I take it you’re not from around here. If you’re willing, I can take to someplace safe, somewhere that we can help you.”

They were armed. Dangerous. They had lowered their weapons, but they were humans, and humans could never be trusted. Raeviir lowered her whip, but kept her sword at hand, eyeing the humans warily and looking around for any points of entry… or egress. This had the potential to go very wrong, very quickly. They’d blocked her escape through them - she doubted she’d have enough time to cut through all of them even with her stepmother’s enchantments before they used whatever it was that was in their hands… guns of some description? She’d be taking a huge risk… Stall for time, damn it… “Who are you? What do you want with me, and how did you get here so quickly? What do you humans want with me? And give me one reason I should trust you surfacers! I know you like to play games with your prey, lure them into a false sense of security…” Raeviir kept her stance and scimitar poised to strike at the lead human, unwilling to lower her defences until these… men… gave a really damn good reason for her to do so.

“Put them down.” Jordan told his men as he placed his gun on the floor of the cavernous sewer. “NOW!” he barked when his men did not immediately follow suit. Once his men had also disarmed, Jordan took several steps toward the white haired woman.

“My name is Peter Jordan, and I work for a man named Richard Midas and his company, Midas Industries. We are here because you tripped a proximity alarm to one of our facilities, and due to the recent terrorist attacks, we came down to investigate, to be sure that it wasn’t the Hounds of Humanity.” Jordan told the woman. “These Hounds are bad news, they’ve been attacking...people like you, and anyone who supports them, which we do.” As Jordan spoke the woman just listened, yet gave no indication whether she believed a word he said.

“Listen, Miss...if you come with us we’ll protect you. We can give you food and shelter, and if you don’t like what you see, you are more than welcome to leave. Though personally, I wouldn’t recommend it, at least until the Hounds are taken care of.”

Raeviir narrowed her eyes, squinting at the humans with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. So, this planet she’d landed on was just like her own. Theranys in a different dimension perhaps? Or simply a different world altogether? The humans were still there though, and from the looks of things, the dominant species in this place. The name of the organisation told her that much - the Hounds of Humanity they called themselves? And they were hunting people like her? Pah! Let them come, it had been too long since her blades had tasted human blood en-masse! Still… if there were rifts and fractions between the various factions in this human world, Raeviir would do well to take advantage. She reckoned that if humans (and particularly Europeian-dominant humans, from the sounds of the names and the architecture) were dominant in this world, they would have formed countries, governments and the like. Perhaps, given the size and scale of the underground sewers she had found herself in, she was in a large urban agglomeration at this very moment, and would have easy access to reading up on the world that she found herself in. She gave a curt nod and sheathed her scimitar, before re-attaching her whip to the side of her rather insufficient dress. Though it was still rather warm in these tunnels, it was chillier than in the Subterranean - what weather systems existed in those cavernous underground structures were very warm and wet indeed. Enough to make one’s respiratory tract curl up and die with fungal infections. Speaking of which… Raeviir felt a distinct and familiar tickle in the back of her throat. Wonderful… now is when it flares up of all times. “Excuse me gentlemen, you may wish to stay back slightly.” Raeviir’s voice had grown hoarse, and the coughing began. At first it was simply a matter of course, but then came the pain. Goddesses, the pain. Her lungs burned as she coughed, and she spat out a globule of thick red blood and saliva into the rainwater gutter in the middle of the tunnel. “Fuck’s sake…” The coughing subsided a brief moment afterwards, but the damage was no doubt already done. Raeviir’s lungs ached, as though acid slowly, relentlessly ate away at them - Qilaste’s parting gift was dealing more and more damage as Raeviir lived. Turning back to the humans, Raeviir cracked her neck and stretched slightly, before shaking herself down and sighing heavily. “Eugh… fucking lungs. Well.” Raeviir shrugged. “Looks like I haven’t got much choice than to go with you. This Richard Midas should be funny to meet, at the very least...”

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief. Though he was more than comfortable dealing with “difficult” situations, there was something different about this coal skinned woman. Something that told him that should he engage this woman, even if he and his men managed to put her down, she would have taken some of them with her.

“Right, Ma’am. Right this way.” Jordan said as he motioned for her to follow.

***

Jordan and his men led the strange woman through the subterranean tunnels back toward the facility. Aside from the obvious physical differences, something seemed off about this woman. Jordan felt ill at ease in her presence. In fact, it wasn’t just a feeling that he had about her, the longer he was with her, the stranger he felt. At first it was a slight dizziness that seemed to get worse over time, then he began to feel slightly nauseous. Not to the point that he thought that he was going to be sick, however, it was less than pleasant and he wanted nothing more than to deliver the woman to his boss and let him and the lab rats deal with her.

As the group of armed men and the mysterious woman made their final approach to the sublevels of the facility, Jordan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing the first number on his auto dial.

“Mr Midas, we’re back outside the facility. You may want to come down here and meet us, we’ve got something here with us...let’s just say...it’s something you’ve got to see to believe.”

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

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

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

Alright so the time has come for me to push for my mecha, and I also want to give a try at police stories. If there's anything wrong with this I'll be more than happy to try to fix it. I also feel like I forgot something, so on that matter, I apologize.

ROADBLOCK

Character you have created: Detective Richard “Dick” Hunter

Alias: Roadblock

Speech Color: 00aeef

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity:Known

Character Personality:His friends at the LHMCD describe him as an, prideful, and honorable man. He believes in doing the right thing, the right way, it’s one of the many reasons he became a policeman. Even in a world where people are continuing to be born, or gifted, with both amazing and terrifying powers, Richard believes that common men can still live just fine in the world.

Metahumans have been around for a long while, longer than even Dick, and the police’s effectiveness has always been in question with the presence of ‘superheroes’. And with that he’s made it his life goal to make sure the people know they can rely on the police, even with individuals like Icon flying around.

Uniform/costume:
Richard is a twenty seven year old Caucasian man, his hair is short, fairly neat and naturally brown. He has an athletic build that he keeps thanks to his training, and he is also usually wearing a suit and tie as he is a detective first, and a mech pilot second.

Proto Armor

Not currently in use.
Strength Level: Proto Armor: 50 Tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Proto Armor 30 MPH

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, the suit itself can go on for 24 hours of continued use

Agility: Proto Armor 20x

Model RDBLK in default set up

RDBLK Fully outfitted

High Speed Pursuit Armor

Under Development

Origin Info/Details:

Origin Time

Dick comes from a long line of policemen, each family member able to has always expressed an interest in the police force or the army, so how could Dick say no when it was his time. And for a few years he and his partner, Jennifer Lloyd, served with an intense dedication to the force, and the admiration of some of their colleagues. They both believed that a policeman’s duty is to the people, protect and serve. However, the events of D-Day would test them both, but only one emerged alive.

Others tell him it was bad luck, or a bad call made on someone else’s part, but Richard blamed himself for her death. He continued to serve through the rest of D-Day and with every event after that, but never again with the same vigor.

After so many metahuman events the people, of course, began to push the police for more protection. And with Pax Humana giving birth to so many new metahumans, the higher ups decided they needed to step up measures as well. The police were always busy with both meta and regular cases, and thanks to the humana event they found that they were quickly falling behind.

It was at this time a generous benefactor made himself known by donating a large sum of money, and pushed the idea of a new dedicated department for handling these cases. A specialized unit suited for handling special cases, and for combating criminal metas without the reliance of other metahumans.

Upon hearing of this a few self-professed super genius’s and regular genius’s alike applied to support the LHMCD, and after several intense screening sessions a few of these people were selected to help design and maintain the equipment the LHMCD would need.

Months later Dick found himself being transferred in, to replace a former member, he felt that it was a mistake; he didn’t deserve this new chance at life, a new chance to make a difference. But on that same night he received his transfer orders, he received new evidence that showed undeniable proof he was innocent, that he wasn’t responsible for his partner’s death. And even better, he believes that this new clue could help him find her real killer. This reignited the spark that fueled his old police spirit, causing him to accept his new position in the LHMCD.

They are known as the Lost Haven Metahuman Cases Department. These are their stories.

Hero Type: Normal/Grey Matter

Power Level: City/World

Equipment:

CKBLK v1.06 – Built to combat energy using metas of varying types, it surrounds it’s user with an invisible particle barrier that intercepts or diffuses incoming energy attacks. Higher level attacks may still bleed through, and physical attacks will pass through with little resistance.

Crystalline Composite Gel Layer –This synthetic gel layer alters it’s density to help absorb impact from stronger metahumans, as well as helping to regulate driver temperature.

Metahuman Specialized Foam – This foam hardens and sticks to most surfaces after being exposed to oxygen, intended to incapacitate metahumans in preparation for arrest.

Metahuman Tracker – An integrated sensor unit used to track down designated metahumans, capable of tracking targets through multiple spectrums.

Alternative Armaments – The LHMCD has access to normal police equipment along with some of their own customized equipment.

Mountable AC107 Beam Launcher – An experimental energy weapon, a condensed burst of energized particles is launched at a high level target, highly concussive.

Mountable Gatling Gun – A powerful specialized Gatling gun, can be operated by AI or driver, can also switch ammo type.

Variable Arc Launcher - A large specialized rifle, the gun sends a burst of electricity directed at the targets nervous system to induce pain and muscle contractions. Works much like a taser would just without the physical elements, different settings for power.

AI Module – Officially this AI is short for Assistive Intelligence, rather than Artificial Intelligence. Dick and the whole of the LHMCD have been told that this program is there to provide aiming assist with the faster metas, and serves to help micromanage suit systems.

Grapple Wire - A steel cable that can be launched out in order to hamper foes, or in an attempt to incapacitate suspects. Can be electrified, voltage varies.

FCPJ - Flight Capable Pursuit Jets, these jets are attached to it's backpack, and embedded into various points in it's legs. The FCPJ system allows Richard to continue pursuit even into the air, however, the RDBLK's jets aren't strong enough for a full on chase.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’0

Weight: 225

Strength Level: RDBLK Armor: 100+ Tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: RDBLK Armor 60 MPH

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, the suit itself can go on for 48 hours of continued use

Agility: RDBLK Armor 20x

Intelligence: Above Average

Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources:Average, police department and support team provides materials

Weaknesses:
Outside of his suits he can be killed just as easily as anyone else, it not more so due to his job.

He can be fired and therefore lose his suits, he also has to request to use his heavier armaments.

It takes time to suit up, and if he’s on the field away from HQ he must wait for it to arrive via armored transport.

He may be the driver of the suit, but he does not know how it works. If he for some reason has to repair it he would have to rely on others.

Supporting Characters:
The other members of the LHMCD: Comprised of his coworkers and background support team.

Dr. Fraiser: Leader of the development and support team for the LHMCD’s needs.

AC: The ‘name’ or acronym of his suits AI.

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

Multiple simultaneous attacks all across the country had rocked the meta human and supernatural communities from coast to coast. A human supremacist group calling themselves the “Hounds of Humanity” had claimed responsibility for the attacks, and promised more to come, not only against meta humans, but against anyone who supported them. For the most part, it seemed that Crown Ridge had been spared the Hounds’ wrath, except for a single murder of a young woman named Courtney Hill, whose corpse had the letters “H-O-H” carved into her chest. The fact that the young woman had been singled out and executed didn’t seem to fit the profile of the Hounds, and might lead some to believe that her murder was the work of a copycat, or perhaps someone who was inspired by the group’s message. However, reports of similar incidents around the country seemed to implicate the hate group.
The Hounds of Humanity struck suddenly, their attacks left entire communities of people shaken and fearful, and in some cases, ready to strike back. However, just as suddenly as the Hounds had struck, they once again vanished into the darkness from which they came, leaving those in the affected communities to wonder when the Hounds would strike again.

Lyger had been out canvassing the city looking for any clues into the Hounds of Humanity and their activity in Crown Ridge, and for the most part he had been unsuccessful in tracking down any information about the group. Aside the occasional police chatter about the murder of the meta human woman Courtney Hill, all was quiet. However, that all changed when, while monitoring the local police band he overheard a the dispatcher send out a call to The Blue Elephant, a seedy local bar that was known to be frequented by Aryan Nations members as well as other bigots from all across the spectrum. Apparently, there was some sort of disturbance in progress. Though the bar was known to host bigots, the clientele didn’t seem to be the type that the Hounds of Humanity typically recruited. Most were ignorant blowhards, and while they wore their hatred like a badge of honor, they weren’t killers. However, according to the police band, an over-served regular was ranting and raving about the Hounds, which was apparently getting some of the more militant patrons worked up into a frenzy.

Lyger watched the police deescalate the situation from the roof of the motel across the street. While he monitored the situation below, he was able to gather the information that he needed thanks to the zoom lenses as well as the high powered microphone that Harry had installed into his cowl. Lyger learned that the man who had started the trouble, Donald Church was not completely unknown to him. Church was a well known racist who Lyger had been investigating in relation to the firebombing of several black owned businesses in Midtown. While most of the patrons of The Blue Elephant were all talk, Church was the exception. He hated anyone who wasn’t straight, white, and “normal.” While Lyger couldn’t prove that Church had anything to do with the fire bombings, he knew that the man was bad news, and if he was claiming to know something about the Hounds of Humanity, Lyger had to take him at his word.

So he waited.

He waited until the police, satisfied that the situation had been resolved, left the area. The patrons who had spilled into the street had, for the most part, gone back inside. Church however, stayed back with a few stragglers and lit up a cigar. He mingled with the others for a few minutes, laughing about the scene that had unfolded moments before. Then he excused himself and went into the ally beside the bar. This is when Lyger made his move. He fired a grapnel line from his gauntlet into the side of the bar’s roof and dove from his hiding spot atop of the motel and swung across to the rooftop of The Blue Elephant. From the rooftop above, Lyger watched as Church looked around the ally to make sure that nobody was around before he leaned into the wall and began to relieve himself.

Lyger leapt from the roof of the bar toward the man in the ally, firing off another grapnel to slow his descent. Before Church knew what was happening, Lyger gripped the man and as if on a zipline, both men accelerated back up to the roof of the bar. Once at the top, Lyger hurled the man who crashed hard into the housing of one of the large exhaust vents. Church sat there dazed for a moment, trying to clear the cobwebs from his head, unsure of exactly what had just happened to him. However, Lyger was on him before he was able to clear his head.

“How do I find them?’ Lyger yelled into Church’s face as he pulled the dazed man to his feet.

“Who?” Church asked, though dazed, he still projected a sense of contempt.

“You know who. I’m looking for the Hounds.” Lyger told him.

“I don’t know, have you tried the super secret clubhouse? I’m sure if you just knock—ack!” Church’s response was cut off when Lyger grabbed the man and forced him to the edge of the roof, and began dangling him from the ledge.

“How do I find them?!” Lyger demanded again. At first Church’s only response was a shrill screech followed by crying and begging. Only when the man realized that begging wouldn’t get him anywhere, did his lips loosen.

“You—you don’t find them, they find you! I don’t know where they are, hell, I don’t know who they are.” Church cried.

“You’ve gotta do better than that.” Lyger told him as he feigned losing his grip on the man.

“I met one of them at Henshaw Park over on the West End. That’s all I know, I swear.” Church begged. Satisfied, Lyger pulled the man up and set him on his feet on the roof.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Lyger asked, not waiting for an answer, he hit the bigot with a right cross that knocked him off his feet and left him sprawled out on the rooftop before taking his leave.

Several moments passed before Church began to stir. He tried to get to his feet, but found the effort to be too much, so he simply rolled over onto his back and let out a muffled laugh, however, the pain in his jaw from the right hand that Lyger had delivered prevented him from continuing with the laughter. So he reached into his pocked and pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number that he had committed to memory.

“Yeah, it’s Church. He’s heading right for you guys.” He said before ending the call.

***

Lyger raced down the street in the super car Kaiju, taking hairpin turn after hairpin turn, expertly avoiding the few civilian cars that were out on the roads. With a fraction of the normal traffic on the streets, maneuvering Kaiju through Crown Ridge was much easier than usual. Lyger had to give the Hounds credit for one thing, they were effective. Not only had they put the meta human population in a panic, but that fear wasn’t confined to just the meta humans. Everyone was afraid, as was evidenced by the lack of people out on the streets tonight.

However, the solitude wouldn’t last for long. As Lyger approached Henshaw Park, he was suddenly aware that he was being followed. Several black vehicles that looked to be military in origin raced up behind him. There was a sudden crash as the first of the vehicles rammed his back bumper, causing Kaiju to veer off slightly. However, Lyger quickly regained control of the super car. Then it was rammed again, and again. Lyger struggled to maintain control of the car. He jerked the steering wheel back and forth violently until he stabilized the car, and was just about to hit the nitrous oxide reserves when another vehicle pulled out in front of him at the intersection right before the park. Lyger was about to turn the wheel to make yet another hairpin turn to avoid the vehicle when he was suddenly blinded by an intensely bright light that the incoming vehicle had activated. Lyger tried to swerve to miss the truck, but due to the light that was at least twice as bright as a spotlight that the police might use on one of their choppers, Lyger missed his mark and caused Kaiju to flip over. The super car rolled over at least a half dozen times before it finally came to a rest across the street from Henshaw Park. Lyger sat upside down, strapped into the driver’s seat for a moment while he tried to gather his bearings. Finally, he was able to get himself free from the harness that held him in place and dragged himself from the wreckage.

Flames started to dance across the frame of the wrecked vehicle as Lyger pulled himself from Kaiju. No sooner did he get free from the car, than did the vehicles that had been pursuing him race to a stop just feet in front of him. Five heavily armored, black military trucks stood just in front of him. Before he could make a move, several men emerged from each of the vehicles. Lyger counted at least thirteen men, each one carrying one heavy firepower, one of the men aimed a portable mini gun at him. Lyger prepared for a fight, but it was one that he knew he couldn’t win. However, it soon became clear to him that these men were not looking for a fight, they were planning an execution. Lyger looked around for a way out, but realized that there wasn’t one. Then, he saw the flash of the muzzle of the mini gun.
“Shit.” He whispered to himself as he waited to be torn to shreds by the heavy artillery. However, the bullets never reached him. Instead, he heard a sound, almost as if something had broken the sound barrier, then there was a sudden crash. Then Lyger saw the familiar blue and silver clad form of a man who he had fought beside before, a man who Lyger had never been happier to see.

Icon took the full brunt of the Hounds’ firepower. Instead of shredding the heroes to pieces as the Hounds had intended, the shells bounced off of Icon’s chest. While some ricocheted off of him, most fell harmlessly to the ground.

“You do know that won’t work, right?” Icon asked as the Hounds emptied their clips. “We need to talk…but first, let’s take care of these clowns.” Icon said as he turned to Lyger, before rocketing toward the group of Hounds before them.

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

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