"Huh." Silvermane muttered as he watched Deathstroke drop down from a building to stab the Space Mime, apparently named "Lobo," in the back. "Didn't know Deathstroke was in my town." Stroke always seemed like a guy who'd take the money for just about any job. He could've blown Silvermane up.
My various fanfics.The Winter Soldier followed Slade's lead over the rooftops, easily matching the older man's pace, though once in a while having to find a slightly different method when he couldn't match the leaps and jumps Deathstroke was capable of.
This was one of those times. He accepted his orders without question, but whereas Deathstroke jumped down, he moved to the nearest fire escape and took advantage of it, leaping down and catching one of the poles about halfway down to catch himself, flipping from it to a nearby windowsill, and finally landing on the ground with a quick roll to minimize the impact to nothingness, popping back to his feet and examining the scene.
Within only a matter of instants, he had his charge plotted, and took off in a sprint, drawing both pistols from the holsters at his sides, eyes narrowed beyond his goggles as he zeroed in on the vehicle, gaze locked on the rear windshield. It took him only a second to jump and land on the trunk of the vehicle, pausing an instant with guns raised in case anyone saw fit to try and knock him away.
Easing back into life one step at a time"Oh, we have newcomers" Anarky typed. He easily recognized Deathstroke- he was one of the best known super-mercenaries, intentionally so judging by his ridiculously flashy costume. And he was attacking Lobo! But was he after the bounty? Or working for Patrickson?
The other guy however, the one in dark armor with long hair and a metallic arm, was unknown to him. Time to do another online search...
Karate Kid kicking Lobo in the face knocked him on his ass and broke his nose in the process. As Lobo got up he holstered his shotgun and started popping his nose into place he felt someone slash at his back. Normally this wouldn't phase The Main Man, except for the fact that he felt half of his signature vest fall off. Big. Mistake. Lobo turned around to see what looked like another ninja attacking him with a sword. "More ninjas? Frag me, is there a convention or somethin' in town?" Ripping off the remnants of his vest Lobo began speaking to Deathstroke "Normally I'd just kill ya now, but ya destroyed my fav'rite vest. There was only one of those in the entire fraggin' galaxy and ya just slashed it ta pieces. Fer that, I'm gonna put yer insides on the outside and probably eat them." As Lobo finished speaking he swung at Deathstroke with his hook in an attempt to gut him.
edited 16th Feb '14 6:30:53 AM by Eachiunn
Patrickson decided to stay in the vehicle. Smart move on his part, as the chauffeur exemplified when Lobo predictably blasted him. Cannot have this slugfest end prematurely when it already on its fever pitch! Plus for those who were not action oriented there was still the hacker battle/conversation between Anarky and Bugg, keeping the hacker crowd pleased but unfortunately becoming painfully boring for anyone else. Might have to move the rest of that to extra content.
The naval gazing part with Winter Soldier as a very nice emotional moment. More sensitive viewers eat that shit eat up crazily, nice bit of early character establishment and a nice balance to Deathstroke's focused mentality. What really got things going was their entrance into the whole Patrickson debacle, with Deathstroke joining the fight right after Karate Kid landed a lucky hit, breaking the Main Man's nose! She could literally imagine in vivid detail the audience cheering at this dramatic entrance! Deathstroke vs. Lobo, one of the greatest dream matches fans have been waiting for!!
The only disappointment was Domino not doing anything. She really wanted some female representation in this.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!The heat pressed into the younger man’s back as Harm stepped forward and pressed two fingers to the cop’s forehead to silence him. “This isn’t merely an offer. This is an opportunity.”
Harm let his hand fall as he walked over to the older cop. “As the its are most likely aware, Mr. Patrickson is poised to die.” Harm said as he slipped the toe of his shoe under the hand guard of his knife and kicked it up, grabbing it out of the air. “The bounty is making sure of that, calling the warriors of this city to arms.” He flexed his hand and the knife disappeared back into his sleeve. He flexed it again, and the hand quivered and bulged as the skin darkened and thickened into a monstrous paw. Harm reached down and grabbed the older man’s hand and pulled it upward so Harm could make eye contact through his sunglasses; the cop would find the pain in his hand gradually subsiding.
“Most will be lured in with money. But the true currency of this city is power. To release Patrickson’s neck from the noose would guarantee not only a job, but a position. A measure of trust.” Harm pulled the policeman up to standing. Harm left certain things unspoken, like how he had no idea where the hit was going to take place and thus needed the police’s radio to find out. Likewise, Harm possessed no vehicle of his own, and needed their car to facilitate a getaway. The less they could appreciate how much they were needed, the better.
“Harm can defeat whatever this city sees fit to produce.” He said, gesturing towards his sword. “All the its would need to do is drive and keep Patrickson secured. Keep out of the line of fire, and they will find themselves saddled upon thrones of gratitude and responsibility.” Harm knew they most likely weren’t to be trusted, but he had a very limited time frame to work with. And if the cops were even borderline ambitious, Harm was confident that they could meet his needs. Harm’s grip on the man’s hand shifted into an unshook handshake. “Do the its think they can handle that?”
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~The woman watching from the roof looked rather surprised when Slade and Winter Soldier showed up and glared intensely at the two. She looked over at Karate Kid seeing what sort of condition he was in at the moment, knowing it was nearly time to jump into the fray herself.
Wizard Needs Food BadlyDomino was a little confused as the action kicked off. Seemed like some people wanted the man in the black car dead. The man with a similar mutation to her was busy fighting with a man in pajamas who was flipping about everywhere. People kept showing up left and right, seemed like this was a pretty big deal. She sat back on her bike and thought this over. There was always the chance she could snipe the kill from all of these people, but she wasn't much of a murderer. Always felt like going a bit too far for her. There was always another course of action, one she could milk for a reward. The man was running out of options after all.
With a revving of her engine, Domino's bike peeled out and streaked up next to the limo as Winter Solider landed on the trunk. She twisted the bike to the side and came to a stop, her pistol already pulled out and an eye kept on the man in black in case he tried anything. With her other hand she rapped on the window with her knuckle and asked "Howdy neighbor, need a lift?" She kept her eyes on Winter Solider, hoping that the side of the car would help make things awkward if he tried firing on her.
Though his face remained hidden behind his goggles and mask, Winter Soldier's eyes narrowed at the appearance of the strange female beside the car. Rather than open fire on her, however, he spun his guns in his hands and popped them back into their holsters...and then drew back his metal arm, smashing out the rear windshield to grab for the man inside, leaning closer to growl out a command. "Come with me or you're going to die."
Easing back into life one step at a timeFor the time being, Johann couldn't have cared less about the man at the center of the crisis. Some politician, perhaps, or a mob boss who'd wronged one enemy too many. HYDRA intelligence informed him that a small crowd of superbeings had formed in a frantic effort to capture or kill the man, but Johann had no need for this delivery of information. He was watching the whole debacle unfold, seated squarely in his office and witnessing it through the grainy blur of a camera.
The camera's focus tightened, the picture clearing to reveal a neater picture of the scene. Its owner, a HYDRA agent who was advancing slowly towards the fray, had one of the models installed as part of the standard uniform face-mask. That had become increasingly common procedure - the cameras served to transmit information back to home base, as well as foster communication between agents. The display screens within the helmets were state of the art.
"Send them in." A short command from Schmidt, and more HYDRA agents were swarming around the fray, focusing in on their target: not the suited man in the car, but the metal-armed fighter who was trying to grab hold of him. The Winter Soldier now served as HYDRA's goal.
As soon as the order was given, Schmidt himself holstered his gun, pulled his coat tighter around him, and stood. The HYDRA agents might not be able to handle it alone. It took one supersoldier to fight and capture another.
He reached for a small pair of glasses on his desk and flicked a small switch on the side of the frame, settling the glasses onto his nose. It was his own equivalent of the display screen; though he had no substantial vision problems of his own, glasses were less cumbersome than the mask. It was important to stay in contact with the others, and if nothing else, the lenses were shatterproof.
-most interesting, yes, wonder what are they doing here.- sent Bugg, he too was familiar with the flashy assassin, yet he was interested in the one with a metallic arm. He moved his drone closer and zoomed in on it... Hmmm it didn't look like it was Lex Corp tech... Oscorp maybe but there was something off about the design.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song."We should find out soon" Anarky typed, even as he completed his search on the cyborg newcomer.
Nothing, at least not officially. There seemed to be no records of him. However, rumors in the mercenary websites hinted that Deathstroke had taken a protégé, and someone suggested that it was The Winter Soldier, a Russian assassin active since at least the 60s. Obviously, this was in error because this guy looked like he was in his 20s at the most... unless of course they had found some way to keep him young, or that "Winter Soldier" was another shared Soviet Assassin title the way "Black Widow" was.
-indeed we will- sent Bugg. He found more or less the same info Anarky had gotten. Hmmm... so its soviet, eh?. "that would explain the design... so Winter Soldier... nice piece of tech though" he mused to himself as he retracted the drone to its vantage point. He decided to dig deeper on this Winter Soldier character...
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.This was just getting weirder by the second. Right after Deathstroke showed up, so did this long-haired weirdo with a whole lot of Mascara and...was that a robot arm? Silvermane never took Slade for the Ward-taking type. But, hey, if that was how he swung...
Not that Silvermane even had time to process that, because HYDRA, fucking HYDRA soldiers started crawling out of nowhere and surrounding everyone. Fuck, weren't those guys all killed off in the 40s?
My various fanfics."More people?! This is getting too crowded!" The Karate Kid yelled out. With Lobo distracted on this new arrival, he focused on delivering a flurry of punches kicks aimed at the weakest points on Lobo's back, only so he could try and climb the alien's back and bring his foot down on his head, trying to knock him out once and for all.
Dodging the hook wasn't a problem at all (clearly, this man had brawns, but he didn't have the speed or the brains to go along with them). Sheathing his sword, Slade jumped over the hook, pulling out his pistols and firing all that he could at the man's chest- something told him that this man could take the bullets without a problem, maybe the fact that his slashes didn't do a thing to him.
Slade slowly walked back as he unloaded his clips on the man, heading out of the alley and into a nearby road. He needed more space to deal with this enemy, and by taking him out of the alley, that also meant one less thing for Bucky to worry about when retrieving Patrickson. On the corner of his eye, he saw other people, heading towards the car. A smile formed in his lips. Bucky could easily handle them- he remembered his lesson on dealing with groups, and the test, where he forced him to deal with groups of angry gang members after leaving him in the middle of a gang-dominated area dressed in clothes bearing racist statements.
"Here here." He said to the man, like an owner talking to his dog. He waited until the clips were empty to pocket his pistols and pull out his swords again, ready for the next strike.
Slade narrowed his eyes at his enemy's death, and knowing that things are not always what they seem, he reached for something in his belt- a small, needle-like device, which he placed on the back of man's neck. A tracker, in case this mass of muscles ever came back to try and get revenge. He walked past Karate Kid, glaring at him. "He is not dead. Leave him be." was all that Slade said, before dashing forward, towards the car, slashing the first HYDRA Agent on his way.
The HYDRA agents that comprised this particular team weren't the most highly trained in the organization - top-level, yes, but not the elite. Therefore, as one fell, Schmidt took no time to mourn. All knew the risks and benefits of this job.
The rest plunged ahead, roughly half making their way towards Slade as diversion, the other half moving towards Bucky - or, the Winter Soldier, as he was better known. They had an advantage in numbers, though even the best-trained human was inferior to any supersoldier.
Anarky was somewhat surprised a how easily Lobo was beaten. The reports he had read about his previous actions on Earth made him out to be much tougher. Was he pretending?
Then he noticed something: signal feeds from electronic devices in the area, which not only were not on his list but were encoded extremely well.
Oho, what is this? Not part of any standard security system he mused to himself. He wondered if Bugg could detect them as well.
A few seconds later he saw the HYDRA agents pile out of the shadows, and realized they were the source of the signals. Looks like your standard techno-terror agency mooks. It seems someone with actual resources has designs on Patrickson- or maybe on The Winter Soldier, if that's who that is.
edited 17th Feb '14 6:39:52 AM by Sijo
-well it seems we lost, care to place another bet?- Bugg sent over. As for the hardy security encoding, he had detected them earlier and was planing to have a crack at them later before the feeds of the bounty began pouring in. The HYDRA agents did surprise, but it really shouldn't have, armed groups like that had a tendency of popping up everywhere, he moved the drones up again, see if he could find any distinctive marks logoes, or even if he could identify their weapons or gear
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.-"Sure, why not?" Anarky responded. "Though with more players of undetermined purpose and abilities, the odds of the game are getting harder to predict."
As he typed his comments to Bugg, he also did another search in the Dark Web. He found that the green uniformed men were believed to be agents of Hydra, that big weapons corporation founded way back in World War II. No official ties to the criminal world but then neither did Lexcorp or Oscorp and every hacker worth his salt knew they were bad news. He wondered what their interests here could be.
Bucky was focused on his mission of procuring Patrickson, disregarding the others as fighting any of the others was secondary. However, when a HYDRA goon managed to get in close enough to grab at him and yank him back off the trunk of the car, he sort of had to pay attention. He didn't even hesitate, swirling around, metal fist clenched and slamming hard into the head of the guy who grabbed him hard enough to put the man on the ground. More were coming, and he didn't even hesitate, drawing one pistol and putting a bullet through the head of the downed man, backing towards the vehicle.
Easing back into life one step at a time

Slade was already in his Deathstroke outfit, so there was no need to change. But when the Winter Soldier walked back, he did manage to catch a glimpse of Slade's ritual of putting his two swords on the straps in his back. A slow ritual, usually compromised of cleaning the blade and hearing the satisfying sound of the sword sliding into the strap...
"Let us go." Slade said, and suddenly, the two were shadows in the night, moving through the rooftops, towards their target- a local arms dealer. But Slade subconciously changed their way, so that they would eventually walk past the whole situation with Patrickson. Slade stopped on the nearest building, perching on the edge to take a look at what was going on. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the fight with Karate Kid, but it wasn't until he spotted Lobo that his interest was truly captured.
"Winter Soldier." Slade said, standing up. "We will join this fight. Your primary objective is to retrieve Patrickson alive, secondary objective is to deal with anyone attacking you. I will distract these hungry bounty hunters." He muttered, before nodding to Bucky and jumping down into the alley, pulling out his two swords and dashing forward, attempting to perform two vertical slashes on Lobo's back.
edited 16th Feb '14 1:06:53 AM by stratofarius