Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Injustice

@Warsman:

As his clones continued their energetic battle against the Warsman's convincing dopplegangers, the enigmatic Impero directed the entirety of his esoteric senses' focus towards the original Warsman's life-force, incapable of mistaking him for yet another doppleganger. Having successfully locked himself in a closed struggle with the omnipotent tyrant, the Keijijo Legend was quick to dramatically elevate the numbers of his chi-based clones as they continually targeted the Warsman's various chakra-points, however, lacking the precision of the one true Impero, they aimed for chakra-points that would merely reduce the cosmic tyrant's muscular strength. Meanwhile, the Metaphysical Messiah spoke, "Hush now boy", he replied with characteristic calmness. Instantaneously, Ishin employed his esoteric Chakra Potaru technique, stimulating the metaphysical properties of the Warsman's specific chakra-point as he intended to transfer the minuscule metaphysical blade into his opponent's chakra-point, which would very quickly temporarily strip the entity of his power. Against an ordinary opponent, its effects would prove permanent, however due to the Warsman's immense power, the effects would simply be temporary. Unless the dreaded cosmic tyrant possessed a greater understanding and knowledge of all things metaphysical, this technique was an inevitability for only Ishin possessed knowledge and mastery over Keijijo Kengen, unfortunately, his overuse of Rokku would prevent him from relying on the technique once again during the battle, under risk of sealing his own chakra-points.

However, it seemed that the Warsman refused to fall peacefully. Ruthlessly, he attempted to atomize the enigmatic Impero. Very quickly, Ishin transitioned the flow of his chi towards his Lightning Yoso Armor while briefly augmenting his physical form through the use of Gaibu Dengen, arguably history's greatest fighting technique. A quick yet exponential surge in power filled Ishin's body, dramatically elevating his abilities. And as the Warsman's blast had enveloped him, he was blown meters from the tyrant. On his back, his right arm broken, several severe burn wounds and a plethora of other injuries, Ishin struggled to his feet, hoping that his final attempt had succeeded. Wincing in pain, he panted. Had he not made the gamble of combining Gaibu Dengen with his Lightning Yoso Armor, he would have surely perished. As blood dripped from his arm, the Impero waited to witness the results of his attempt, intent on forcibly teleporting a potentially de-powered Warsman to an undisclosed realm of existential confusion. He hoped that this plan would find success as it did against the omnipotent Zenku entity.

@Rumble Man : Time was always a Frankenstein's greatest ally. All the while, every aspect of Jannet was increasing. She was growing stronger, faster, her suit more difficult to damage, her healing factor increasing, her claws sharper. The hundred shots hurt and chipped and cracked her armor, but the next hundred hit the suit and glanced to the side, the next hundred bounced off completely without doing any damage at all, and by now her arm had reappeared almost instantly, allowing her to grab the wrist of the Cyborg and move to crush the bones and metal beneath her iron grip. "Piss off f*ckwipe." She cursed as she dragged her embedded claws upwards from Rumble man's gut towards his head to cut him apart, letting his claws score into her armor, piercing it a little and drawing some of her toxic blood, but by now she was healing as quickly as he could damage her.

Los Angeles

El Cid was deployed to Los Angeles, fitting that a Spaniard would be sent to a city with a Spanish name he mused, but he quickly refocused himself as he studied his surroundings. He knew that much of the U-men had gone rogue and that many metahumans would take offense to his presence here, proudly bearing the NATO symbol, the eagles of the Peacekeepers and Frankenstein, but he hoped his proudly displayed Spanish Flag Cloak would help assuage the fears of the resistance. The cape billowed a bit in the wind as his scanners analyzed the ruins, his hands ready to draw his weapon if violence would be the response he'd get.

((Anyone in New York, Los Angeles, or Chicago who wants to interact with Carol, Cid, or Dornan; give me a call.))

@The_Timely_Assassin:

Now he can play for real this time as the spaces that her hand does not occupy closes up, he simply resurges and reasserts the available energies inside him which judging by his current configuration is theoretically infinite. He began to smile as the blue that used to harm him began to 'feed' him, more functions are being activated as the situation changes into a fun one. This is a good time to test how good his body is, and the cyborg thanks the armored person for giving reason. His wrist has her hand around it with a grip around it, firm and strong yet gentle hold. With a swift execution Hazard exits by moving his hand by the direction of the thumb, using the non biotic features as a lubricant to slip. While discharging energies using the claw tips embedded inside her armor.

@Rumble Man :

With a savage grunt of pain and ever increasing power as she felt the claws dig into her body and score into her ever hardening flesh, upon scanning the cyborg; Jannet realized that matching blows with it was useless, it'd just keep on increasing with her. Rather, she decided to immediately end the fight with a very nonstandard maneuver. She phased her body out of the material plane; a foggy realm of ghosts that coexisted with the material realm; by vibrating right into the ethereal, and now invisible without specific spells and incorporeal, she decided to move into the cyborg's corresponding space on the coexistent planes. Then she vibrated back into the material realm, still out of phase with solid matter, then attempted to solidify inside his body and literally vibrate his body until it exploded with the force of many nuclear bombs moving to his exact harmonic frequency to attempt to bypass his durability, adding energy to a frequency that was inherently destructive to his body until he completely fell apart. All of this took place in less than a second.

@The_Timely_Assassin:

(are you in 'energy' form ?)

(woop's added first line which was missing)

@Cassuis_Slay_Knightfall: Awesome post.

@Cassuis_Slay_Knightfall said:

@Quintus_Knightfall

Quintus moved with such speed and ferocity it was as if he was unharmed by the gunshot to his leg.Cassius knew this to be untrue, but was impressed with his enemy-cousins ability to almost shrug off the pain. Respect was something that he would never truly have for his murderous cousin but he acknowledged his skill right now. His own blows had resulted in Quintus dropping to his knee causing a smile under the crimson Slays mask. Lunging to press home his advantage Cassius felt the hot kiss of bullets striking across several points of his armour. Wounds to his shoulder and arm, suddenly started spewing blood. The rest of the unexpected rounds cracking the Kevlar plates on his chest sucking the air from his body and swelling his ribs.

Quintus once again showing his true colours as a fighter and martial artist needed no further opportunity striking like a coiled cobra as Cassius staggered from the impact of his fresh gunshot wounds. The sky tilted and the ground crashed into his face as Quintus swept up and dumped his younger cousin. The impact rocking Cassius head around in his helmet/mask. Without a moments hesitation Quintus was on top of him the first strike coming down like a jackhammer smashing through the infamous crimson mask and sending a pulse wave of pain throughout slay assassin face as his jaw cracked under the force of the blow. He wouldn’t survive another couple of those his body knowing this telling his brain to strike out hard at his cousin and do what he must to get out.

His right hand sliding down to his thigh Cassius drew his knife spinning it in his hand to get the best grip and then slammed it towards his targets kidney. If he could land the strike a simple twist of the knife would send a barrage of pain through his cousin allowing him to roll him over and take the advantage back in his hands. Preparing for the worst the crimson slay reached up his left hand towards his cousins face, striking fast at his cousins throat a three finger strike towards the adams apple. A well placed strike would cause instant breathing problems and right now he needed any advantage he could get.

Vid has some errors again , but what the hey. ENJOY

It's like watching BBC Batman lol

@Evander_Slade: i take that as a compliment , thanks alot

@EdwardWindsor: It was and np

@Evander_Slade: i knew what you meant, suprised people are using it really.

@Quintus_Knightfall: thanks alot man , greatly appreciated

@Rumble Man said:

@The_Timely_Assassin:

(are you in 'energy' form ?)

((Incorporeal))

@Impero:

Silence fell upon the battlefield. The iron tyrant stood, impaled by metaphysical blades that locked his physical strength as well as one painful reminder of his hubris. His arrogance allowed Ishin to survive before. He would not allow that mistake to occur twice, for Warsman would never fail in his ambition. Pulling the blades from his body one-by-one, he seemed ripe for whatever plan Ishin had in store for the metal monarch. However, this was merely a ruse. Ishin had only locked away Warsman's cosmic power. He did not take into account his monumental magical might or his already overwhelming telepathic and telekinetic abilities. Even with his cosmic power hindered, he was just as dangerous as ever at this point. He sealed his wounds, each making a scar that would serve to remind him of this day. He raised his hands, never in surrender, but once more in a challenge to Ishin. His fingers were locked in the dreaded conjuration of Xaku Slofzbyl - "Body Transfer" - and he already had an intended target. His magical spell roared into the hulking form of one of his many doppelgangers and it filled the husk with unimaginable power as its stone body turned into the flesh of Warsman, newly restored to its peak condition and its cosmic power unhindered once more. The body he previously inhabited fell away and crumbled into the dust that it was drawn from, never to exist again. He flexed his new fists and laughed as his very voice brought thunder to the sky. He turned to the grievously injured Ishin, crossing his arms victoriously.

"I should thank you, Ishin, for without the blood you drew from my body by your hands, I could not have achieved the sacrifice necessary for such a technique. Face it, even your mastery of the metaphysical martial arts is as nothing to the power of Warsman."

Wanna find myself by the sea, in another's company

By the sea, I wanna go out to the pier

Gonna dive and have no fear

Because you, you just know

You just do

@Warsman: @Coven_

While victory may not be within his reach against such an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, intellectual Ishin's studious observations and chi-conserving course of action had enabled him to meticulously amass a wealth of information regarding the seemingly omnipotent Warsman's unbeatable capabilities. A realist, the Keijijo Legend embraced his apparent defeat with unmitigated class, "It seems that I've lost", he thought in baffling composure. Injured, bruised and battered, the broken Impero struggled to his feet, his calculating eyes instantaneously meeting the Warsman's with defiant resolve. Crossing his arms before his chiseled chest, he offered his last words to the cosmic tyrant, "Don't flatter yourself child. I've never been impressed by the parade of pathetic", he taunted, referring to the Warsman and his squad of equalized dopplegangers. Relying on his remaining strength, he telepathically contacted Lady Coven, relaying all the information that he had gathered on the cosmic tyrant, and requesting that she come to his location for the inevitable confrontation between the two titanic forces. Confident in Lady Coven's ability to stand on equal ground with the Warsman, a certain Ishin's consciousness had begun to betray him.

His overuse of the Rokku sealing technique had involuntarily resulted in the permanent sealing of his prized Water Yoso and Wood Yoso. Collapsing from an absence of consciousness, he sincerely hoped that with everything that he had telepathically informed his Sith ally of, she would possess the necessary requirements to deal the victorious blow to the Warsman.

And then! Creed kicked Warsman right in the gonads, and he fell down like a sucker. Creed was deemed champion of 'merica and actually became the president! (stuff it other guy who's name I dont remember!)

Wasnt that a lovely story kids? :D

@The_Timely_Assassin said:

Hazard blew up at his torso as his stomach spilled something ethereal, damaged yet alive. Scarred yet resilient, as her previous claw approached the kryptonite-x core. Which over-clocked its connections with his dilustel materials, the energies multiplied and he began absorption at an accelerated rate. Mass increasing to the point where his body mutated beyond previous form, ripping, tearing and growing. Out to fill a caricature of a trapezoid man, additional energy from the inside made his growth even more uncontrollable. His structural integrity is fading gradually at a quick pace, yet he is getting stronger at the same time. A second for someone as fast as he is felt like a torturous amount of time, as if a mother giving birth. A parasite that wishes to exit. A mother no more. An Iron maiden. Combining an insane amount of expended energy to redirect the outward flow to implode and compress the energies inside many times over as he shrunk back to shape.

@Impero:

"Flattery? Warsman does not flatter anyone. He tells the truth where he sees it, and the truth, Ishin Keijijo," he remarked just as the Ivory Imperator started to lose consciousness.

"Is that I have not shown you anything yet."

@_Creed_:

He should be promoted to dictator for life of everything if he did that :P

@Warsman: Can't wait to see you fight L. Coven ;)

@Impero:

Just one more body among the foundations.

@Rumble Man:

No longer a physical to matter or energy; but instead existing in another state out of sync with the rest of the universe, Jannet quickly and easily moved out of the Rumble man's field before returning to a physical state, her vibrations slowing down to once again resync with time and space. She had a few options, call for help, attempt to alter the enemy's quantum fields that her suit detected with her vibration control, or bring in Pierre. As that monstrosity gave even her nightmares, she would try the quantum field first, if the earth was eradicated in a colossal negative space wedgie as a result of this, it'd be a far better fate than what the Death Harbinger would bring.

With steely resolve, she pushed forward, trying to grab at the quantum field that gave the rumble man power, her body starting to vibrate in all new patterns, trying to establish a destructive harmonic link with the field to disrupt the quantum field, it wasn't likely to work without causing collateral damage, but D.C was already in ruins anyway. But she also took an added precaution. A tachyon signal went out into the depths of space, emitted by her suit on a special wavelength. It was a standby signal that traveled out in all directions, meant for one set of receivers in particular. But as it traveled throughout the void faster than light itself, it was picked up by an intelligence far older and more malevolent than that of man.

On a distant moon around a far away world orbiting an isolated star, cold and feeble in it's last stages of life; a vast silvery horde swarmed the system, machines devouring everything down to the subatomic level, A fleet of vessels that resembled the most horrific of marine life and arthropods stretched for light years, while the endless legions of the protectorate set about consuming the moon with a gleaming rain of nanites. One amongst them; the Lone Wanderer, better known as Eliminator Omega who had tried and failed to destroy New York before; picked up the Tachyon signal.

"A standby signal...interesting...ah, peacekeeper in origin...if my time infiltrating them has served me well enough, this must be the signal for their "Death Harbinger"...but what fun is a standby signal? No, no, let it be an awaking singal and a homing beacon." The cyclopean machine chuckled to itself as it utilized the advanced technology of the protectorate to alter the signal which was meant to just give the order to have Pierre ready if he was needed, to one that would cause him to awaken in a berserker rage with the goal of bringing slaughter to the Earth burned into it's insane mind.

On the former Yu'kyt Capital world, the monster that was once a proud French General stood in a container, wires hooked to it to keep tabs on it's functions. But the corrupted Stanby signal soon reached it. A sudden surge in energy levels was read as the hate fueled abomination began to awaken. It's clawed hands flexed outwards before clenching themselves in a fist, the roar of activating machinery filling the container as panicking scientists and technicians tried and failed to stop the thing from awakening prematurely. It's jaw began to clench as it's wings unfurled slowly, steam hissing out in all directions as they spread outwards like some form of dark angel.

A furnace like glow formed in Pierre's eyes and mouth as the power of hate and rage once again surged into the being, a new purpose being burned into it's mind by alien intellects. Repeated images of Earth were bombarding it's anger addled mind, America in particular. Once again, the voices of millions of the betrayed began to shriek and scream in the gestalt mind of Roche. They screamed for blood, for judgement, for apocalypse. It began to lift it's head from a downward position, it's optics beginning to unshutter as anger began to cloud all thought processes. It reared it's head back and lurched forward as it let loose a roar of utter rage, the monitoring cables on it's body snapping like tissue paper, metallic twangs ripping through the air only to be drowned out by the burning rage of the dishonored dead of an entire generation.

It looked above and saw that it had been imprisoned in a facility and container, but with a simple leap upwards, it smashed through the thick metal and polymers of the ceiling above, the structure giving way as legos would give way to a charging bull. The violated materials shrieked and groaned as they burst outwards, followed by the roar of it's thrusters and the deep thunder of it's sonic booms as it left the atmosphere of the despoiled world, roaring all the way as it jumped into hyperspace with one destination in mind; Earth.

@Warsman: @Impero: @Cassuis_Slay_Knightfall: @Quintus_Knightfall: (Summary, Coven's readied herself to destroy the place provided nobody tries to attack her lol its conveniantly at this time shes contacted by Impero)

The Umen had evolved, faster stronger more aware. Monsters of science now gods policing the nation. They were far beyond the original feats they seamed to possess greater chalenges then ever before. In the Lady Coven's quest to reach the bottom floor she'd had her fair share of conflict with the assortment of beyond average beings. The hallways were splattered with blood as well as various battle scars from holes from mighty fists to blaster and lightsaber scars. Bodies marked her path by the dozens not a one would she let slow her down. One look at her clothing made it clear she had seen a fight. A closer look however would show signs of her ripping her atire just to make it match. Ever determined to look good in what she did the Lady had tarnished her atire just to maintain asthetics. A blindfold tied around her empty eyes to complete the look.

Sheer fact the Sith was spending time on appearence as she worked towards her objective testified to how serious she took the dangers near her. And after minutes of spilling blood the religious leader had made her way to the bottom floor. Subtlety lost as a press of her hand was all it took to send the door flying a Cape Killer pinned to the wall splattered like roadkill. Of course two more of those so called guards removed blades at rest on their back and charged. Unwilling to let this woman continue trying to bring the place down and thinking physical force the answer they advanced. However the skills were less then up to par. Her hand halts the blade from the right redirecting it to the left. Lacking a heart the guard falls over, a flick of the wrist bringing a blaster to her hand. Squeeze and the other guard dropped, a smoking cavity in the center of his forhead.

Another goes for a side arm but is stopped by a closed fist. As the fist unravels a bubble seams to expand from the guards heart outwards. Body stretching and twitching until poping like a grotesque water balloon. This left only two women left in the room, the Lady of the Covenant and the diplomatic figure who had locked herself away. "Your all thats f*cked up in this world and you think you can rebel with noble cause? You need a law, I'm not kneeling to this darkness. Im not giving you anything."

Coven chuckled this tie wearing sack of flesh thought she had some form of real influence. "You under estimate the power of the darkside. I don't need to ask you anything, I don't need to wait for you to tell me." The politician was pulled towards the Sith by unseen means. A cold and pale hand resting on the politicians brow, extracting everything. When the politician soaked in Cape Killer blood was droped she cowered in the corner, trembling in fear of everything. She remembered not where she was, who she was, or anything. There was no words coming from her that could be made clear she was effectively brain dead, a mental age at best that of a new born babe.

So it was that Lady Coven sat within the carnage at perfect calm. Her mind reaching out to find all the key points of the building, to map them out within her mind. She would then wait for the right moment and push. Using a exhausting amount of energy to produce a wave of the force. One that would disasemble the entire building, the Covenant called it Ruin. A power that took almost half of ones energy to create. For Lady Coven though the exertion of such power was fine, and capable of leaving nothing floating above the streets of D.C but herself and maybe a few others. "Quintus was it? I've readied a means to reduce this place to nothing. I but await the order."

It was as she spoke this words that her mind was flooded by the memories of the grueling fight with the cosmic being who'd lifted this place. Impero had fought well but found himself defeated in the end. Lady Coven did not care, she deducted that if he had not died then he had not fought to impressive a battle. The ageless Sith was impressed sure, but not enough to run or flee. That was beneath her. "They try and stop evolution, to depress the exploration of power. You claim to be a god, and yet help those who would close the bible writen about you. You're letting yourself be a slave surely you would rather work hand in hand with pinacles of progress." These words flowed through every hall, a soft seductive tone that still somehow echoed through the building. These were the lips that manipulated the pope to let her start a religion. The voice that swayed thousands to worship her. She was as manipulative as powerful, she targeted his ego. If he could not turn to her side however then the Sith Lord was ready for a fight. For even if she were to die, she had plans.

@Punisher_Williams@_Sojourn_@Mr_LeBeau (nobody took up either of you twos story and Mr L is a busy superman so I kind of mixed myself in. Hopefully its a plus, if it conflicts with what you want though just say so :) ~Azra)

Cloe had for a while now resided in the sub levels of New York, the sewers disgusted her. She thought herself a woman of class unbecoming of such filth. Regardless however her job demanded she be below ground finishing the final phases of a massive project. The U.S had started work on a weaponised platform. Large robotic humanoids designed to identify the super powered beings and then contain them. Cloe herself was just the middle man, a cog in this giant clock. However the young woman was also impressively good at making her cog an important one. Over her time in the sewers an impressive amount of the new weapons Cape Killers and Umen as well as a various amount of mutants and metas had been made into her allies.

They came in large trucks out of the sewers following a road to where the newscast said to go. Exiting the filthy under belly the sevral trucks carried an asortment of problem solvers to Virginia. Five of the large mechanical soldiers were loaded onto oversized flat beds that seamed best suited for impressive homes. These five Goliaths as Cloe liked to call them were bristling with weapons. The Goliath's brought in by Cloe used for their primary weapon large energy cannons projected from the hands. Cycling energy easly drawn from the environment into a potent weapon, the labcoats said it was hard at first. Once they did some tests on the Umen's eye beams however they'd found a way to make it work. The machines also through fingers could dispense a variety of gas rounds and containment fields. Containment fields fired a small force field generating bullet. Upon connection a bubble would incase the target, generaly constricting them in an akward manner. Of course these large machines could also make use of simply the sevral hundred tons of force behind every movement made by these thousands of pounds giants....Cloe also made sure hers had rockets, lots of rockets. She loved a good rocket, they were good for shawk and awe. If this state wanted to amass an army for war, then she would bring a war to them.

Another truck of similar size followed in the wake of the giants. This trucks container was filled with metahumans who had inlisted, Umen and two tanks. The exact numbers the shape shifter didn't know however she was confidant it would obtain the desired effect. A well organized swarm of military and police vehicles formed up around the trucks. A great number of Cape Killers coming along with the associated forces. It was roughly two hours before reaching Richmond when a call came in. "Mam it would seam someone has been caught snooping. D.C has extracted roughly all are best lead figures where more security. What should we do with the captive?"

The teenaged criminal slowly working to be a kingpin rolled her eyes. "It's simple, retract that weapon from your hip. Place it against the mans head. And pull."

Just Outside Richmond

"We the people of the United States, which you are still apart of retreads. In order to form a more perfect Union, which you happen to be hindering by this false wall of security. Establish justice, because the living bombs need some sort of justified conduct to do business. Insure domestic tranquility, thats why we are here you've butchered this nation with rebelion. Provide for the common defence, vigilanttees act on their own creed not a law. Promote general welfare...." the teen paused in her speach to look at a Cape Killer. "That parts bull sh*t I dont get paid half of what I should make." The company laughed a moment before Cloe continued "And secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, meaning those of today and tommorow. Granted we likely wont see much of the future at this rate."

"My name is Haven, and I would like for this nation to be civil. However you wouldn't sell military weapons to children, thats exactly what we are. Humans are prone to emotion, and us metas and mutants could level cities if emotions deside how we use our gifts. Sign the form, maybe find a way to make it less confrontational. Continue down this road however that you've taken and all there will be is blood." Her blue skin had a glossy look under the street lights. Massive metalic beings rose towering over the walls weapons ready and the various soldiers as well.

"Mr. L Im at Virginia at crysis whatever the f*ck number it is, if they don't surrender I would say air strike the city at the rear. We'll gun down those trying to escape. Its time we just instill the law and move on from this."

(This kid aint playing >;) genocide is the way. One good massacre and they'll stop all this revolution talk)

@Coven_:

Arms folded characteristically behind his back, the iron tyrant forged a gravitational field to levitate upon at the first instance of the compound falling apart. Though he did not initially recognize the energy used in the attack, he observed and began to learn as he descended down towards the source of the commotion. He flattened the floating pieces of debris into a massive plane, telepathically controlling it with as much ease as he did the army of doppelgangers while still retaining more than enough concentration for his own affairs. He landed upon the mangled playing field with a thud, each footstep he took in the direction of the mysterious hooded woman. Finally, he stopped within a few feet of her, curiosity overtaking him at this point. He never knew fear. He never knew submission. He would not start now. From behind his mask, he scowled and looked down at the Sith lord with contempt.

"You mistake yourself. Charlemagne relies on me. Without my interjection in the affairs here, he would have lost his war hours ago. I work towards my own agenda, an agenda that does not require anyone but Warsman. That applies to you as well, for Warsman has no equals."

@Coven_: (slow clap. Brilliant)

@Coven_: very nice , dam you and force abilities

The absence of time consciously began to filter through the nightmarish prison the Superior Sapien had been relegated to by the enigmatic Impero. But as the illustrious grandmaster fell in defeat his esoterically fueled chakra alterations inflicting Charlemagne's body began to subside releasing the mutant hating megalomaniac. Disoriented, confused, and lost, Mr. LeBeau stumbled through the facility coming to rest against an abandoned terminal, the small flashing red light of an explosive device quickly catching his eye before drawing it to the plethora of red flashing lights strung throughout the laboratory. "Sh!t" he sighed with a slight smirk.

@All (Feel free to NPC Mr. LeBeau anyway you wish to help bring about the conclusion of the rp)

(Must....Save....Charlie!)

@Zauberin: Which ones Charlie :S

@Zauberin: lol thought it was some Supers real name or something.

@Arquitenens: (someone has to kill him off, poetic justice if it were Arq)

@Arquitenens: I honestly dont know anymore lol. Several people got in after the fact so I think its just a matter of how creative you feel like being in your explanation.

@Arquitenens: Sounds good.

@Warsman:try and get a reply soon :)

@EdwardWindsor: @Quintus_Knightfall: Thank ya enjoying Coven well done with your own posts by the way. Hard to try and force a conclussion to all this even though ones needed. Ill leave Mr L alone, much fun as it would be to kill him or somethin else that should be anothers job lol. I vote Zaub but thats just me

. @Haven_

I assume that you mean the meta compound being destroyed

@Quintus_Knightfall:

((Hrm, conclusion you say?))

@Coven_@Warsman@Impero@Rumble Man@Haven_ : @_Legion_ :

Upper Atmosphere

The mass of rage once called Pierre exited the depths of Hyperspace in the uppermost reaches of the stratosphere, displaced rushing air giving out a mighty thunderclap as a swirling, multihued portal exploded into being with a flash of countless colors, the maelstrom of energy spitting out the winged demon as it threw it's feet forwards, uprighting it's body as it descended towards Washington D.C. An ear splitting roar went out from it as the armored demon's form hurtled towards the ground below.

The distance between it and the Earth seemed to just vanish with each and every passing second. A psychic wave of anger and hatred; unfettered and raw; went out in all directions as the thing finally made contact with the ground; slowing itself down marginally, the asphalt and earth leaping and lurching upwards to give way before it's many ton frame as it was consumed with one purpose, hate driven destruction. To it's rage addled mind, it saw no innocents, no heroes, no angels, no saints; only traitors and defilers.

The small crater it gouged out with it's impact did not contain it for very long, as it rose from it's self made pit and greeted those who met it with a single, simple message. An ear splitting roar that hit the ears much like a bomb's shockwave hit a luckless dummy. Now it finally had something to take out it's rage on. It then threw it's hands together, and a massive "WHUUUUMMMMMPPPP" cracked the silence that followed it's roar as a whiplashing shockwave picked up and threw hapless civilians and soldiers, tearing apart bodies, structures,a nd vehicles as the embodiment of an entire generation lost to a pointless war started it's rampage.

@Sonic_Raider:

The field 'stretched' as she tugged something immaterial that he cannot see, yet he felt somewhat different as a fluctuation is occurring within his systems. The field 'snapped-back' and compressed into something more efficient, he does not know whether this is a good or a bad thing yet the fact that he is in place points to the latter. The cell sample acted odd as well.

@_Sojourn_: Punisher had some sentinel thing going, so I ran with that some to try and get his story/ideas going. You had a bunch of epic stuff brooing in Richmond so I thought I'd try and give that story a bit more push as well.

@Quintus_Knightfall: @Impero @Arquitenens: @Haven_: @Death_Harbinger: The Sith Lord never bothered to rise from her position. The pressence of the cosmic being obvious to any living being let alone someone as astute in the force. Regardless how mighty this man seamed however she wasn't going to kneel before him like a acolyte. She ran a cult that most saw as a religion, linked all over the world with force adepts being made into her followers. Each was made a master of an art before learning the truth, and as such every young member was a talented master, and every master was a legend. She had no reason to think this Warsmen as anything beyond what she dealt with regularly.

"You can sense it just as well as I." She said this as if she knew for sure, as if it had to be fact, stroking the ego with skilled tongue. "Mr. L is nearly dead, most predictions suggest he will die. In an instant Impero droped him, and yet you dropped Impero. Clearly you aid a man nowhere close to equal to your power. Sure nobody can be on a equal playing field, but surely your allegiance is better tied to someone closer to an equal caliber?" Her words seductive, and like velvet, lips that could make hounests priests commit suicide. "They try and contain you, and anyone else greater then the primitaive. Insects do not command men so why would you back men who try and command gods? Lady Coven offers Warsman a greater chance to obtain all, to make that miniscule chance of you failing even smaller. If the glorious Warsman follows the current road then he has only pawns in his army no knights or bishops to obtain the ultimant goal.

From outside an explosion was heard, it sounded like at first the crash landing of some aircraft. Though the force told her it was otherwise. It would seam another wanted to get in the way of proggress. Still sitting the force held off the thunderous attack, the room holding to the base though little remained of the bottom floor. The forcefield as well seamed to hold up, Warsman's abilities a good cross presumably with the strength of the mechanic thing that had just arived. "I'll have you both know I hate being interupted." The Sith Lords words a hiss as she rose to her feat. More annoyed then anything else by the new arival.

(>.> Cosmic being vs <.< Crazy tiered transformer vs.....Sith Lord, #underdog)

@Coven_:

"Warsman has no time to hear what he already knows, harlot. If Charlemagne is truly here to die, then Warsman cares not, for Charlemagne's death shall not interfere with my plans. You, however, impede me with every syllable you utter. Leave this place or face the wrath of Warsman."

The iron tyrant did not heed the explosion of the wretched machine's entrance, for it did not harm the force shield he had conjured many hours ago when the battle began. He crossed his arms, waiting for the dread Sith lord to answer.

@Rumble Man:@Coven_: @Warsman:

Already beginning to strike at the closest objects to sate it's rage, the monster that was once a man had no heed for strategy, sense, or reason. Merely blind, psychotic fury, untempered, unfocused, but unstoppable. Fire leapt forth from it's maw, white-hot and screaming with the betrayed souls of an entire generation, sweeping across like a cleansing wave, leaving nothing behind but roiling plasma in it's wake as people were consumed by power of hate.

Backing off from her duel with the Rumble man as she detected a massive explosion in the rift of space and time, Jannet looked into the heavens as she saw the very universe itself give way to an embodiment of fury and rage. "No, that shouldn't be possible, he was supposed to be on bloody standby!" She cursed as she started to turn tail, not wanting to be anywhere near Pierre as it started it's assault.

"All available Frankensteins, Pierre has made planetfall, repeat, pierre has made planetfall!" She frantically screamed into her comm links as the thing casually backhanded a building, tearing it open and crushing the inhabitants within before it's eyes exploded into life to allow bearning lances of energy sweep through, gouging burning furrows into the road as it slaughtered more of the insects it's rage drove it to slay.

Finally, it's killing rage brought it to a forcefield. Through it's rage filled eyes, it saw the field as a standing insult, a mark of betrayal, something that had to be destroyed. Disregarding the fact that the forcefield had not harmed it directly, Pierre began to slam his metal clad fists into the shield with constantly increasing force, his first blow being a swat, followed by a jab, then a double hammer fist, and it proceeded to repeat this motion; screaming incoherently in the voice of a billion shrieking daemons. "FENS ROS DINOK!" Was the only intelligable phrase in it's rambling litany of rage.

@Death_Harbinger:

Anger. Nothing but pure, unadulterated anger. The iron tyrant knew the emotion well, but this was a creature too absorbed by it to understand anything else. He did not begin to notice the creature's attempts to burst his force field until the sound of it knocking started to annoy him. The omnipotent overlord cast a wayward glance skyward towards the monstrosity as its rage doubled with each strike. He watched it curiously, his mental prowess far in advance of even this new abomination's monumental strength. He stepped forward, lifting himself up on a telekinetic stairway, and followed the rising path until he met the beast face-to-face, the only thing separating the two being the psychic membrane. Watching him desperately trying to break the shield, Warsman actually laughed - once.

"They fear you, don't they? I shall educate them who to truly fear."

Warsman had long ago manipulated his force shield to absorb the kinetic energy of the monster's attacks and convert it into its own strength. As long as the creature continued to strike it, the shield would endure. He used this delaying tactic to dig and pry through the clustered elements of the mind of this "Pierre," and to spectacular results. He found a backdoor, a secret way into the recesses of his psyche. The metal monarch seized the opportunity to continue and manipulated the gargantuan's anger in order to gear it towards some distant enemy in a foreign dimension. Opening a portal into that dimension, he would lock his latest foe away in a reality dedicated to the monster's thirst for war and destruction. If that did not work, however, he would merely open a series of black holes within the juggernaut's body, one for every molecule if he had to.

@Death_Harbinger:

Absorption, duplication, assimilation and most importantly evolution. The hand in the stasis kept in place is devoured by hazard in a manner that a person would finish a chocolate eclair. A homage to Goya's 'Saturn Devouring His Son' which is an inefficient way yet after that unusual offensive maneuver by the armor clad warrior he felt 'different'. Irreversibly transformed and that a growing body needs nourishment or at least an imitation of thereof. The pieces prior to the full shift which remained at a state in which he can engorge, the quantum field which is infinite stretched as blood acid melted parts of the flesh inside Hazard's throat. New parts replacing the old parts and the changes becoming stronger. Interlinking in a mech of flesh and circuitry as he has taken certain beneficial traits.

An 'overdrive' into the limitless realms of strength, defense, resilience, quickness, awareness, vitality and hot blood.