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— JAI HALE —

ALIAS: Warbringer
SPEECH COLOR: e1a900
CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: Walking the Line
IDENTITY: Secret, but doesn't care if it becomes known.

P E R S O N A L I T Y


More often indifferent than any other kind of characteristic, he is a soldier at heart and that makes it difficult for him to open up to people. He usually analyzes those he meets first from their physical appearance to their body language and immediately gains an understanding of them from a glance. In a way, he resembles Sherlock Holmes for his memory and first-time impressions of those he meets and is observant of his surroundings given his upbringing in the military.
Otherwise, to those he considers comrades and brothers-in-arms, he is quite the individual with a knack for tinkering with a variety of toys, gadgets, and guns for his friends. Sometimes, his rather loner personality has him working in the garage from a variety of cars whether it is the classic 1976 Cobra Mustang to the brand new and age sports car of the 2015 Ferarri FF. Sometimes, if not cars, he works on motorcycles. Because of his interest in motor vehicles, he often makes friends by means of possible frustration toward putting together a car or figuring out the problems a car/motorcycle may have.
However, he is loyal to a fault and is willing to fight for those he considers worthy. (Like his comrades.) He values friendship and in turn, is kind, thoughtful, and considerate to those he deems friends. He is extremely honorable and respectful of those he meets, formalities and all. Because of how he reads a person at their initial meeting, this can change his behavior toward those he meets. He likes helping people and feels he is giving a little back when he does.
Romantically, he is one that is very much for subtle touches and expressions. He is awkward when expressing his feelings and does so in the form of physical affection as a way of making up for his lack of words. As a man who is in action, he believes actions is the best way to speak. He has been in love before and takes the actions of what one does to the heart.

UNIFORM:
Wears a simplistic helmet that encompasses all of his head of a sleek carbon-fiber-like material with subtle amber lighting around certain sections of the helmet. Otherwise, he doesn't really mind what he wears besides the mask and changes his clothes intermittently and as needed. The helmet itself has its own technical uses in terms of technology, able to help further analyze and read a situation without difficulty. The helmet itself is near indestructible, made of a material that is not of the planet, and is laced with traces of the mystic arts.


O R I G I N


When he turned 18 in the early months of 1942, he immediately enlisted in the United States Navy to try and put his troubled childhood and [PAST REDACTED] behind him. From there, it seemed simple enough as he was trained, the regimen giving the troubled teen a sense of comfort as his father and his grandparents had once done the same.
A year into training, he was selected by the higher up for the potential to succeed in a series of experiments that would help end the war. With nothing left to lose, Jai accepted.
Since then, the teen vanished off the planet as the government kept his history tightly under wraps. All they knew was that he was handed off to do many black op missions and always returned harder than before. He disappeared again and no one had heard a word from him since. However, some files had turned up that they had lost him altogether and was unable to be found for some time.
Now fast forward to present day, the soldier had resurfaced appearing slightly different, and yet looked the same as he did back then just shortly after his enlistment. And this time, his mission is the same as it always had been, but just like before, his lips are tightly sealed as to what the actual mission is. The one difference between then and now was that Jai had come back with what seemed to be enhancements that they've never seen before. There were some that could not be explained until they brought in his present-day partner, Leila. After that, Jai's information regarding his augmentations were all rumors.
Some say that he was knighted by the Queen and others said that he had met with Merlin, a person of mystery that they have been investigating. Others say that he had been blessed by the Fae and was greatly favored, despite the tech that had modified him. Due to his disappearance from any record (and perhaps even the planet), some say he was even abducted by aliens.
Whatever the case may be, Jai's time from the year he disappeared in 1945 to the present day where he appeared now had remained under heavy lock and key and no one was allowed to look… aside from a few select people.

HERO TYPE:
Brick / SOLDIER.

A modified human who had undergone experimentation and very specific modifications to be made as a super soldier.

POWER LEVEL:
C. World Level

P O W E R S


■ Genetic Makeup - Due to Jai being modified and generally played with in terms of genetics, his body was pushed to the extreme and beyond of its current normal human capabilities. Needless to say, his body adapted and grew from said modifications.
■ Enhanced Hearing and Smell - To be able to detect any dangerous of gas and surprise attacks, Jai has been modified to have enhanced hearing and smell. The range is extremely overwhelming to an ordinary human, but for Jai, it is anything within a two-mile radius. He is able to adjust his senses accordingly and rifle through the "white noise" to find sources of danger or points of interest.
■ Incredible Durability and Stamina - With the experiments and specific body modifications, Jai is extremely durable and powerful in terms of his durability. He is able to take quite a bit of damage without flinching and is able to keep up, if not surpass, even the toughest of warriors. In fact, he is able to even be on par with quite a vast variety of supernaturals. He's also very resilient to fatigue and exhaustion and doesn't show signs of it after long and an ardous amount of time and stress.
■ Inhuman Strength - His strength is rather undefined as no one really knows his limits. It is perhaps near limitless given the tech and the body modifications that had been done to his genetics.

■ Rapid Regeneration - The regeneration speed is rapid and efficient enough that a gunshot wound of a typical 9mm pistol would heal within seconds of penetrating the skin.
■ Robotic Eye - His blue eye has the capabilities of monitoring and observing those in his general vicinity of his own selection. With a conscious thought and a blink, he can switch between his vision from "normal" view to infared, night vision, thermal, distance magnification of 80x, x-ray, and facial recognition. There's an interface that only he can see that catalogues (each expression and minute detail of their face and person) and monitors the people he is interacting with: their heart rate (thanks to his excellent hearing), physical attributes of what they're wearing, body sizes and measurements, inflections, and body language.
■ Superior Intellect - An intuitive and knowledgeable "young" man, he's extremely observant of those he finds to be of interest with photographic memory. Conversations and various topics have him quite proficient in it, and is eager to talk if the need arises. He also is able to glance through anything once and have apt knowledge and application of it.
■ Parkour - Due to his capabilities of quick agility, he's able to scale buildings and jump around (sometimes even over) them with no trouble. If it means getting to the location at hand over the rooftops than the streets, then he would.
■ Military Training - Due to his enlistment, Jai is trained to be a well-rounded soldier in all manners of combat whether it's close-range or distance.
■ Gun Handling, Use & Knowledge
■ Hand-to-Hand Combat
■ Gathering Intel
■ Espionage
■ Infiltration
■ Battle Warfare, Tactics, & Strategy
■ On-Field First Aid


A T T R I B U T E S


HEIGHT: 6'4" / 193 cm.
WEIGHT: 215 lbs. / 97.8 kg.
STRENGTH LEVEL: 100+ tons.
SPEED/REACTION TIMING LEVEL: 100+ MPH when he's hyper focused.
ENDURANCE AT MAXIMUM EFFORT: 5 hours.
AGILITY: 20X Human level.
INTELLIGENCE: Genius.
FIGHTING SKILL: Mastered.
RESOURCES: Large.


W E A K N E S S E S


■ Magic - This ranges for spells cast from to the type of magic used. On Jai's person, there is a certain amount of defensive spells that would only activate when his life is in danger or at risk of death. Once activated, the spells do not come back until the next day or after a night's rest. Otherwise, he's susceptible to the elements magic.
■ Bullets / Knives - Shoot him enough times, and he'll actually die. Bullets can still hurt and penetrate him and injuries caused by any sort of sharp edge of a knife or dagger would still cut him.
■ Electrical Magnetic Pulse (EMP's) - While this would be specific to the type of tech Jai has, it would make his robotic eye and other electric-based weapons on hand that he has to cease functioning. This would force him to rely on his instincts and training. This would also render the technology in his helmet and his eye to become obsolete until he can get it fixed or about an hour has passed since the initial EMP blast.


S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S


■ Leila Taylor - His go-to partner when he's on missions. Ever since he's resurfaced from wherever he had disappeared to, Leila was his assigned partner. However, she's mostly referred to as his backup, given his abilities and often uses her latent abilities as a Mystic to help Jai offensively from a distance. She also provides Jai with his tech, gear, and upgrades whenever he goes on missions. Sometimes, she might just be nice enough to help him with computer tech and hacking if need be.
■ Leo Hale - Jai's only remaining family relative and his younger brother. Currently missing and Jai has yet to discover his existence.
■ R - The person in charge that Jai and Leila report to.


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S A M P L E P O S T


The yellow Manila folder slid across the sleek and black wooden table to a devastatingly handsome man of his late twenties. At least, it can be assumed so when he made a confident smirk with most of his face shrouded in darkness. The only thing that could be almost seen was the piercing bright cerulean irises that seemed to gleam in the dark. He leaned back and picked up the folder, revealing a headshot picture of a young man with olive colored skin and dual-colored irises: one a deep sky blue and the other a burning amber. Another photo shifted underneath the initial picture, the young man appearing to be in the middle of training and the gun he held pointed at whatever his target was at the moment.
"This is Jai Hale." The one who had slid the folder to the man in the suit clarified. "He's the soldier."
The man tapped a finger to his chin, his sharp gaze perusing the neatly put together papers that addressed the particulars of how Jai himself was structured. There was more research documentation regarding the parts of the soldier question. Unknown parts, modifications, and fascinating scientific annotations regarding the work done to him was observed and sketched. There was still too many questions that was to be investigated, but a higher-up had ordered a cease-and-desist on the investigation of the soldier "project" that was once theirs.
"What you hold in your hand there is the only physical copy of his entire file, unredacted," the other man continued to explain.
The man shifted the folder again and a slim, slender rectangular black shape slid into view and dropped into his lap.
Without prompting, the other man spoke again. "It's all of the remaining digital copies of the soldier, sir."
Long and slender fingers lifted the sleek flash drive to his eye-level, looking it over with scrutiny as it twirled lightly. "And I'll assume that this is truly all of his information?" His voice was deep, a silky smooth tone that spoke briskly, and without inflection. "You understand that if there is anything wrong or I find out that there are other copies, that this would be the end for you?"
The man—dressed in a pressed suit of stark black and white shades compared to the seated man's monochromatic shades of greys and blacks—began to sweat nervously, a cold sweat perspiring visibly on his forehead. He dabbed it with a handkerchief that he pulled from his breast pocket and stuffed the sad grey thing back into its place.
"Y-Yes, sir," he managed to respond. To further emphasize his subservience to the man seated, he bowed. "That is all of the documentation of the soldier."
There was a lingering and stifling pause that hung in the air while the man waited for the response.
"Good."
~ o — o — o — o ~

Bang, bang!
The shots fired rang in the empty shooting range and the soldier adjusted his stance when the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the initial round of shooting. Setting down the gun, he greeted the silently approaching partner of his.
"Good afternoon, Leila."
Her brow lifted, no longer seemingly surprised by his awareness of her approach. "Afternoon, Jai." She crossed her arms. "I take it you read the files?"
He made a minute nod and reached forward for the target paper that showed his shots. "We're going to Lost Haven to investigate the activity there."
Leila nodded. Still, her brow remained raised. "Are you ready?"
His lidded gaze looked over his results before setting it neatly down on the table in front of him and displaying a gaping hole in the spot where it should have had a head and a chest. "Always."


I'm going to go ahead and approve this.


Lyger stood silently as the growing ensemble of characters fought with and mocked one another. How such a dysfunctional group of individuals could hope to put an end to the threat posed by the Hounds of Humanity was a mystery to him. If these people couldn’t get their act together, they were doomed to fail, after all, how could they hope to fight the Hounds if they were too busy fighting one another?

Just as he was about to voice his opinion on the matter, the ground began to shake. First he saw the massive mechs making their way into the square. It reminded him of a scene from an old science fiction movie. However, before he could even react, Icon and the loudmouth in black and gold had taken off to meet them head on. However, the walking tanks were far from their only problem. Overhead, what looked to be futuristic assault choppers were engaged with a group of fighter jets. This just left the dozen or so transport vehicles that came screeching to a halt around the parameter of the Square, which encircled the “heroes,” trapping them inside with no path for escape.

“Stay together.” Lyger said to the others that were still grouped together as the Hounds foot soldiers began to advance on them.

The first of the Hounds to reach the gathered heroes was greeted with Lyger’s fist to his jaw, shattering it on impact. A roundhouse right to the temple felled the Hound, taking him out of the fight. No sooner did the fallen Hound hit the pavement of Sherman Square than another launched himself at Lyger, only to be met with a swift kick in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. As this Hound lay on the ground gasping for breath, the others had drawn their weapons and slowed their advance. He looked over to the nearest Hound, who was a good couple of dozen feet away. If he leapt into the air and fired a grapple line, he should be able to reach him before he fired a shot. However, a pink and purplish blur made the move unnecessary. Before Lyger could even blink, Slipstream had raced among the Hounds and disarmed them.

With the Hounds disarmed; Lyger leapt into action taking on several Hounds at a time. After hitting the first with a stiff shot to the face, another of the Hounds grabbed him from behind and held him for the others to get their licks in. However, Lyger twisted and spun to the left, getting free from the Hound’s grip, then planted him with a reverse kick to the chin that snapped the man’s neck back and sent him reeling. Before the Hound could recover, an open hand chop to the throat left him writhing in pain as he struggled to get air into his lungs.

Suddenly another black clad man jumped into the fray right out of nowhere. The man was dressed differently than the rest of the Hounds, he didn’t appear to be wearing the body armor that the others had been wearing, and his face was covered by a balaclava. As the new arrival turned to face Lyger, the young hero it him with an open palm thrust to the chest, and as the man was knocked backward, a hard right hand that sent the man crashing to the pavement.

However, the distraction was all that the Hounds had needed. When Lyger turned to face his enemies, he found that several had been able to reclaim their assault rifles and were leveling them directly at the hero’s head.



Glad to have you back
Don't worry about posting, take care of yourself first. This is a game, we'll be here when you're feeling better.
awww hell...talk about getting the band back together....I may just have to figure out who I want to play....

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Jesus, when was the last time you dusted off a canon character, Nite?


I think the last time was Venom in the old OU over on Hype
awww hell...talk about getting the band back together....I may just have to figure out who I want to play....


Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Icon looked to the source, and was no prepared for what he saw. Aside from dozens of transport trucks, a number of gigantic mech battle suits made their way toward the heroes, along with a flock of sleek black choppers. Before Icon, or any of the other gathered heroes could react, the approaching forces opened fire. Buildings shook as the artillery rained down on Sherman Square, however, much to the surprise of the heroes gathered together, not a single shell touched them.

Instead, the heroes found themselves within a strange bubble which glowed a cobalt blue. Icon looked around the group and found the source, the teal skinned woman who had introduced herself as Flux was standing with her arms outstretched with her palms facing up, with that same cobalt energy emanating from her hands. As the opening volley subsided, Flux lowered the shield. The group of heroes stood there in the center of Sherman Square as the forces of the Hounds of Humanity advanced on them.

“That’s not something you see everyday.” Radiance said with a mix of anxiety and astonishment in her voice.
“Unless you’re us.” Lyger retorted. “Even then, I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“I have.” Iron Knight said grimly. “That’s S.T.R.I.K.E tech.”

“Are you sure?” Icon asked.

“I Helped design it. Yeah, I’m sure.” Iron Knight confirmed.

“Guys, we should probably do something, they’re still coming.” Slipstream said nervously. Though she had fought the Hounds numerous times in recent weeks, she had never seen anything quite like this.

“ Alright folks, it’s time to go to work.” Icon said as he leapt from the ground and made a direct line for one of the mechs just as the Hounds renewed their attack.

As he approached the mech, it opened fire on him, however the rounds from the mini guns that protruded from the body of the mech bounced off of him harmlessly. Icon slammed into the mechanized terror, however, instead of crumpling the monstrosity as he had expected, his entire body was suddenly wracked with pain as the walking tank’s electrified defense system kicked in, hitting the hero with more voltage than that of a massive bolt of lightning. The sudden shock knocked Icon from the sky and sent him crashing into the pavement below.

He lay there dazed for a moment as the mech stood over him. Suddenly, it lifted its massive mechanical leg as if it were about to stomp on an insect. Icon rolled out of the way just as the massive foot came crashing down where he had been just a split second before, fracturing the pavement. He came up to one knee as the foot went up again, preparing to stomp on the hero. However, Icon unleashed a large optical blast that incinerated the leg before it could stomp downward again. Then a blue energy began to crackle around his fist as he soared upward and landed a solid right hook on the body of the unstable mech. The impact of the punch knocked the mech sideways, and sent it crashing into another of the advancing mechs, knocking them both to the ground.

“Right…that wasn’t so hard.” Icon said as the remaining forces advanced undeterred into the Square.



Character you have created: Leanna Young
Alias: Blacklight
Speech Color: Medium Violet Red c71585
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret except for a few comrades


Character Personality:
Leanna is a warm, caring person, though she likes to be left to her own devices. She enjoys being out in nature, helping the community, and is generally the sort of neighbour you'd love to have around.

Blacklight is all business. She draws a hard line on crime, though she doesn't seek to punish criminals and villains, as that is the courts job. She will apprehend anyone she can, even modulating her beams as much as she can to avoid doing lethal damage. However, should innocents be in danger, she has no problems putting someone down. When dealing with other heroes, she has anecdotes for almost every occasion about past battles, but stays quiet when a fight is on.

Uniform/costume: She wear a full black bodysuit, crisscrossed with many lines of the same rainbow of colours her energy beams create as they break light, in a pattern reminiscent of a broken mirror. A full size black domino mask covers her cheekbones, bridge of nose, eyebrows, and everything between them, leaving her eyes exposed.

Origin Info/Details: Back in college, Leanna Young was a promising physics student, the kind with a bright future. Going to Syracuse University in New York, she had excellent grades and was in line to be part of the top percentile of her graduating class of 2005. A good home life and middle class upbringing left her well balanced mentally and physically. All of that changed in August 2004.

A villain going by Overlord broke into the physics lab during a late night experiment with a theoretical beam projector, intent on stealing the device. Young, two grad students, and two professors were in the lab at the time. During the raid, Young and one of Overlord's minions toppled into the path of the beam at the same moment one of the professors set it to overload in order to prevent it falling into the villain's hands. The resulting explosion took out half of the building, killing everyone inside except Young, who was found unconscious in the wreckage. There was no sign of Overlord, though many of his minions were also slain.

After two months in a coma, Leanna woke up feeling better than she ever had. Within another week, she had found her powers working at full tilt. Several accidents ensued, but after some wise words from her parents and a helpful trip to the government, “Blacklight” was working with STRIKE by February of 2005.

Over the course of a decade with the organization, Blacklight has dealt with a number of villains, fighting toe-to-toe with several monstrous ones as well as the more normal types, and fended off threats from the street-level on up. However, in 2016, during a pitched battle with a terrorist group, an explosion slammed her against the wall nearby and broke her spine. During her recovery, she decided she had had enough of the fighting, and at thirty four, retired to a farm outside of Syracuse, NY. She finished her degree, finally, and has been living off the land and enjoying the peaceful life since then.

However, those who have worked with her before have her phone number, should anything come up where they might need her assistance. And, of course, she can't really help but fly around when she can. After all, when you can, why wouldn't you? So the residents of Syracuse know that Blacklight is still around.

Hero Type: Flying artillery
Power Level: World
Powers:
Energy Manipulation: Blacklight creates and controls a unique type of energy not seen anywhere else. While it registers to human eyes, it's not actually light, but a tearing of the visible spectrum in its path that people see. This manifests as a core of utter blackness, edged by a scintillating rainbow effect that scatters beams of visible light in all directions. She can fire this in beams, flat planes, abstract shapes, and more, though the shapes do not take on any properties except the energy itself.
It has fairly strong kinetic properties, though it seems unaffected by gravity or air friction. It also displays slight magnetism and electrical conductivity along it's edges when hit with lightning. Beams fired travel at faster than more than 100,000 meters per second and hit with the force of a jet engine, and also burns with the energy of a 5 exa-watt laser, yet those standing near the beam when it passes report the air feeling “ice cold”. It has shown no radioactive properties that are dangerous to humans, and physicists have yet to come up with a satisfying explanation as to where it comes from, though the prevailing hypothesis is another dimension. The beam power can be modulated, but only so far. Her minimum force of impact is around the equivalent of getting hit with a car moving at fifteen miles an hour, and burns like a ten gigawatt laser beam.

She can fire these beams from her hands or eyes, but she can also cover herself head to toe in the stuff, forming a sort of armor. One of her favourite tricks is to arrest people with “manacles” made of the stuff, since it's impossible to break and burns when you try.

Flight: Blacklight can fly at Mach 2, using "feathered" wings of her energy. These leave a trail in the sky that lasts for several moments after she passes overhead.

Physicality: Blacklight has superhuman strength, endurance, agility, and speed on the ground. She can take hits from some of the strongest and still get up.

Mental Toughness: Extreme iron will, intelligence, and training from psychic types in the past have left Blacklight with extremely tough mental barriers against both mind reading and control.


Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 142
Strength Level: 100+ tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 200 mph/equivalent reaction time
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours fighting, 48 hours flight only
Agility: 10x normal
Intelligence: Well above average, but not a genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered; Veteran of many metahuman battles
Resources:
Fairly small, given her length of service and breadth of experience, but she has a good amount in savings, and ready assistance from a number of old compatriots should she need it.

Weaknesses: Exposure to more than 1mSv/h radiation (the equivalent of a high radiation area in a nuclear plant) shuts down all of Leanna's powers, including her enhanced strength and toughness, until she has been outside of it for at least an hour, at which point they come back gradually over the course of three hours.

While she is supernaturally tough, anyone with a comparable strength to hers can knock her around pretty well. Gunshots still hurt her, though not as much as they might a normal human. Inside her skull, her brain is as vulnerable as anyone else's, so concussions are a real danger. Her bones are definitely capable of breaking, burns can happen from anything higher than a few hundred degrees C, and she is still as vulnerable as a normal person to cold, electricity, asphyxiation, pressure, starvation, and poisons.

Some of her previous injuries have left her with weak spots, including her spine, her left hip, both shoulders, her neck, and a worrisome chronic migraine problem. These act up even worse in combat.

Supporting Characters:
Ambrose Smith, MD: A doctor in Syracuse who knows about Blacklight's past, in order to better understand how to treat any issues.

Rebecca and Henry Young: Leanna's parents, both knowing of her powers and very relieved to see her retired. Also extremely proud of her.

She did have contacts at STRIKE, but they have all been killed.

Springheel: A speedster Blacklight has worked with on several occasions, and who stops by to visit regularly.

Denier: A man with incredible gravity and forcefield powers who specialises in area control during fights. Also stops by regularly to visit.

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Approved


The rhythmic click-clank of boots striking the polished granite floors echoed through the hallway as Travis Murdock traversed the long corridor leading to the Hounds of Humanity’s situation room. In the hours since launching the attacks that leveled three American cities, the people had begun rising up against the organization that had been responsible. Cells in Mexico, Las Vegas and Pacific Point, among others had fallen under attack, and even the President of the United States himself had come out threatening to rain hell down upon the heads of the Hounds.

It was a challenge that he looked forward to meeting head on.

Upon entering the situation room, Murdock immediately made his way over to the large computer array in the center of the room where Clancy and a few others were gathered looking over the reports that were coming in from numerous cells throughout the country.
“Status report.” He said to no one in particular as he briefly glanced at the vast computer array.

“More of the same, sir.” Clancy said. “We’ve been under siege all over the country. Pacific Point, Vegas, New York and Boston cells have all reported losses. We were also attacked by an unknown paramilitary outfit in Mexico, and it looks as if the same group, or at least an affiliated group has attacked the warehouse district here in Lost Haven.”

“Interesting. Anything else?” Murdock asked coolly, if he were angry over the losses they’ve suffered recently, he wasn’t showing it.
“Yes sir. Since the President declared war on us, we’ve suffered total cell collapse in Miami, Baltimore, and San Francisco. Also, the weapons cache in Chicago is currently under attack by a marine task force. I’ve calculated that they’ll be a total loss in under an hour.”
“Damn it.” Murdock spat out. “Does anybody have any good news?”

“Perhaps. The heroes have proven to be predictable, and as you suspected they’ve gathered outside of Sherman Center in Lost Haven.” Clancy told him.

“Ah yes, Arthur always was a creature of habit. What do you say we not keep them waiting? Let’s hit them with everything we’ve got.” Murdock said. “Now.”

***


Within moments of the order being given, the Hounds of Humanity had mobilized. From the hidden base just outside of Lost Haven, nearly a dozen Black Scorpion series assault choppers lifted off and headed into the city. The futuristic helicopters made the Apache class crafts look like sight seeing helicopters that you might see at a state fair. The Black Scorpions were heavily armed, however, despite the machine guns and missiles that they adorned the craft, each one also came equipped with a bunked buster bomb, capable of destroying enemy encampments even meters underground.

Following behind the Black Scorpions were several dozen trucks, each loaded with Hounds of Humanity foot soldiers. The wave of heavily armed vehicles raced from their secret base to Sherman Square. The traveled at a high rate of speed and with little abandon, forcing other motorists who were unfortunate enough to be in their way off of the road, and early running down a number of pedestrians who were caught in their path.

Several blocks East of Sherman Square, the ground shook as half a dozen Hounds of Humanity troops piloting large mech suits that stood nearly a story tall rumbled toward the gathered heroes. Each of the mechs were equipped with two mini guns as well as a pair of rocket launchers. Taking up the lead toward Sherman Square was the armored Hound known as The Judicator, and the man known as The Revelator followed just behind the mechs in an armored transport van.

***


From the bunker, Murdock watched as his army advanced on the heroes gathered at Sherman Square. Excitement washed over him as his forces moved in to finally finish what he had started weeks ago. To finish what he set out to do the day that he lost his family.
From the camera in one of the Black Scorpion cockpits, he was able to see what the pilots saw, and what he saw made him grin. A collection of heroes gathered just in front of Sherman Center, though the gathering of heroes looked to be anything but a cohesive unit. From the looks of things, they not only hadn’t agreed on a plan of action, but they looked to be arguing with one another.
Idiots. Murdock thought to himself as a grin formed across his face.

“Take them out, now.” Murdock said coolly. “Open fire.”

And the collective forces of the Hounds of Humanity did just that, firing off an opening volley that rained destruction down on not only the gathered heroes, but on Sherman Square as a whole.


As the gathered heroes turned to make their way into Sherman Center, Icon was surprised by even more arrivals. A man clad in black and gold, who appeared to be known to another of the new arrivals, the woman who called herself The Alchemyst, arrived on the scene. After making some bold proclamations, he and the Alchemyst had a meeting of the minds, much like the one that had taken place when the woman calling herself Lady Hex arrived on the scene. However, unlike when the two women spoke, this was not a conversation about how the metas couldn’t be trusted to deal with the issue at hand. This was a more intimate conversation between two people that were genuinely concerned about one another. Though he could hear every word that they were saying, he did his best not to listen.

However, he had certainly made a mark on the newly formed “team.” The young archer was the first to speak up, followed by the newest arrival, the woman in black who had arrived just moments before.

“You know, asshole, if you think we’re weak then why don’t you go off and save the fucking day by yourself. No one is making you stick around,” she snapped then pushed into the building. The door slammed open then cracked on impact, leaving the glass with a spiderwebbed surface. It slowly creaked back into place, now lopsided.

“And you can take your friend too since she doesn’t trust metas to get the job done.”

Icon took a look around at the group that had gathered there in Sherman Square, his eyes meeting with Alexa’s, whose expression was one of concern. She simply shook her head and looked down to the ground as if she were able to read his mind.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Icon finally blurted out. “We’re facing a threat that is capable of wiping entire cities off of the face of the Earth, and you’re out here bickering like children.” He said as he looked around and made eye contact with everyone. “We’re here to do a job. We have to take that satellite out before it can ever fire again. We’re here to save lives. If you’re here to help us do that, great. But if you can’t get your act together, step aside and let us do what needs to be done.”

“He’s right.” said a voice seemingly out of nowhere. Then the source of the voice materialized out of thin air before the gathered heroes. Icon and the others were surprised to see a rather striking young woman, who’s teal skin and blue hair stood out in contrast to the black and grey leather suit that she was wearing.

“These Hounds of Humanity are fanatics, and they have to be stopped.” She said. “I’ve seen what people like this are capable of, and I know all to well what happens when nobody stands up and does something. It happened to my home, I won’t stand by while it happens to another .”

“If you’re here to help, we’ll gladly take it.” Icon said to the strange young woman. “And you are?

“My name is Chr...Flux. You can call me Flux.”

“Alright then, let’s get inside and figure out our next step.”
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