Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Injustice

"Starks? Light Starks?" One by one, brave men and women stepped forward. Blind belief in their country and its leaders had propelled many to join the cape killers from the ranks of both civilians and militia alike. Their patriotic hearts plunged them deeper into the rabbit hole then one could ever imagine. A project that accelerated the human evolution to unfathomable levels was being conducted at key locations within the states.

A brown haired, broad shouldered man stepped forward the moment his name was called. His striking, chiseled features and strong posture was a testament to his confidence as he strutted. "Follow me, Mr. Starks." The two walked side by side down a long corridor. To the left and right were many rooms in which subjects were undergoing the transformation. From the quick glances he caught Light picked up on a machine that may be what they use to make everything possible. As the couple strode along the assistant had been relaying the details of the experiment to Light. For the most part he ignored her words and warnings. Nothing could dissuade him. This was his opportunity to become something greater. No, it was his destiny.

They reached the end of the hall and entered a small room. The assistant closed the door behind him but did not accompany him inside. Before him was a large room that from the outside looking in was incredibly spacious. The same machine he'd seen in other rooms stood at the center of the space and beside the entrance stood an older gentleman in a white lab coat. He stepped toward Light with a weak smile. "Remove your wardrobe Mr. Starks and enter the genome chamber." Light acted without hesitation. Before long he stepped inside the metallic chamber. Naturally he was cold, and he began shivering as the sliding doors closed. An opening surfaced at the center of the floor and a metal table rose from the orifice. "Place your body upon the table." Light followed the order lying down. Latches sprung from four key locations on the table, effectively restraining the young man. Multiple slots appeared from the ceiling, mechanical arms extended out from them with surgical needles at the tip. Without warning the needles pierced his skin, injecting a serum intravenously. Suddenly he could feel his blood flowing like never before. His vision began to blur and before long he was incapacitated.

Light regained consciousness in a matter of minutes. The scientist ran a couple of preliminary test and Light was then suited up and dispatched into the city with one specific order. Apprehend all mutant kind.

"This is unbelievable." The scientist said to the assistant who'd escorted the man to the experimentation center. "His dna sequence is unlike the others. His strength levels are off the charts. This one may be a problem. Inform Dr. Frank and Mr. Lebeau of our findings."

@Meison_Calidus:@Light:

pzzzt, pzzzt,"SIR....SIR! Come in, copy......." distraught, the communications office was on the verge of a complete meltdown. Unable to reach the Ultra-Sapien for several minutes before, [cough] "I'm here." taking long measured breaths between words. "I want, I want you to send re-enforcements to my location immediately. Initiate containment protocols full weapons augmentation." Issuing his commands predicated upon the mutant powerhouses extreme persevering strength and durability. Impressively the Atlantean had skillfully put down more Umen in a single engagement then any previous entanglements. Swaying Charlemagne's previous tactical approach from destruction, to capture. A specimen simply to unique to kill, an to valuable to let escape. Though capture would almost certainly result in the loss of catastrophic proportions, a single sample of his DNA in the hands of the methodical morally void Dr. Frank would prove invaluable.

Stumbling to his feet in time to see the lone surviving Uman let lose with a harmonic tempest of concentrated force, granted Mr. LeBeau an opening to attack. But as he planted his foot ready to thrust across the damaged courtroom floor, the spiderwebbed cracks in his suits progressed even further across its surface. "G@DDAMIT!" he roared. Fully aware that at any moment the entire structure of the suit could rupture. pzzzt, pzzzt, "Mr. LeBeau, Sir. Project Flawless has concluded its findings. Sir according to our...." "SEND HIM, NOW!""But....but sir, the res....." "NOW!" roaring out his finite order. Introducing an unknown variable such as Dr. Frank's latest test subject was a gamble Charlemagne was willing to take. Following through with his initial lunch pushing off the debris pile he had pulled himself out of, the self-prophesying King of Kings speed blitzed towards the distracted authenticated King of the Deep. Arching back as pieces of his suit began to filter off loading up a mountain shattering right hand void of proper technique and fueled by pure raw unmitigated power. Aiming straight for the ear in hopes of rupturing it intending to buy enough time for his recently completed weapon to arrive. Even before the punch made contact with any solid surface the LeBeau's suit began to crumble and collapse off his body.

@Light: [ That is a cool way to start him in CVnU. I like it. ]

Glad I'm not the only one who thought so.

I'm gonna wait for Meison before I respond to that.

@Light: @Mr_LeBeau: (Def ain't get it inboxed -_- gimme a min)

@Mr_LeBeau said:

Win

@Mr_LeBeau said:

@Meison_Calidus:@Light:

pzzzt, pzzzt,"SIR....SIR! Come in, copy......." distraught, the communications office was on the verge of a complete meltdown. Unable to reach the Ultra-Sapien for several minutes before, [cough] "I'm here." taking long measured breaths between words. "I want, I want you to send re-enforcements to my location immediately. Initiate containment protocols full weapons augmentation." Issuing his commands predicated upon the mutant powerhouses extreme persevering strength and durability. Impressively the Atlantean had skillfully put down more Umen in a single engagement then any previous entanglements. Swaying Charlemagne's previous tactical approach from destruction, to capture. A specimen simply to unique to kill, an to valuable to let escape. Though capture would almost certainly result in the loss of catastrophic proportions, a single sample of his DNA in the hands of the methodical morally void Dr. Frank would prove invaluable.

Stumbling to his feet in time to see the lone surviving Uman let lose with a harmonic tempest of concentrated force, granted Mr. LeBeau an opening to attack. But as he planted his foot ready to thrust across the damaged courtroom floor, the spiderwebbed cracks in his suits progressed even further across its surface. "G@DDAMIT!" he roared. Fully aware that at any moment the entire structure of the suit could rupture. pzzzt, pzzzt, "Mr. LeBeau, Sir. Project Flawless has concluded its findings. Sir according to our...." "SEND HIM, NOW!""But....but sir, the res....." "NOW!" roaring out his finite order. Introducing an unknown variable such as Dr. Frank's latest test subject was a gamble Charlemagne was willing to take. Following through with his initial lunch pushing off the debris pile he had pulled himself out of, the self-prophesying King of Kings speed blitzed towards the distracted authenticated King of the Deep. Arching back as pieces of his suit began to filter off loading up a mountain shattering right hand void of proper technique and fueled by pure raw unmitigated power. Aiming straight for the ear in hopes of rupturing it intending to buy enough time for his recently completed weapon to arrive. Even before the punch made contact with any solid surface the LeBeau's suit began to crumble and collapse off his body.

I finally read this and I'm coming at it tomorrow instead. Good sh!t

@Lethal Weapon said:

dressed as a darker version of

OH HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL NO!

I WILL cut you woman!

@Meison_Calidus: iight cool. lets see how this plays out Neptune

@Kurrent Awesome post! :D

@Gambler: haha bet

@Gambler said:

@Meison_Calidus: iight cool. lets see how this plays out Neptune

Its only going to play out one way. With the mutant apprehended.

@Light said:

@Gambler said:

@Meison_Calidus: iight cool. lets see how this plays out Neptune

Its only going to play out one way. With the mutant apprehended.

Ahh now I gotta prove you wrong : /

@Light: Do your thang Ultraman

@Meison_Calidus: Suicide is not a viable option. :P

@Gambler: Shush with your white haired AV's lol

@Light: hahaha mother$#@!er

That's how Charlemagne is going to end up if Light doesn't step in. :P

@Light: HA! Truth

Yall aren't ready for the Princess of the Sea

@Mr_LeBeau: @Meison_Calidus: @Light: (hello boys)

Hours earlier

Warm scent of coffee wafted over her nose, a soft smile on her serene features, she adored coffee. Sipping it carefully she smiled at the waitress as she offered a refill "thank you so much, Molly" her voice was lilting and it made the waitress grin. "Welcome darlin' " The television flashed behind them as the breaking news about the mutant registration flashed across the bottom of the screen. "Damn shame that bill" the waitress frowned, leaning on the counter as Annabella moved her head to watch the small box on the wall "Leave those poor folk alone" Molly shook her head and stepped back to take another order from a rowdy bunch of kids who'd just entered. Her eyes wafted around the room, enjoying the warm morning air, but thinking of the sadness that humanity bought upon itself. As she turned back to the television her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat...

"Hear me now, Humans"

You have been judged unworthy of this world, your presence on the land is a mockery. Thousands of years, infinite evolutions, yet you still share the same animalistic nature of your ancestors. We had forgotten why our ancestors had such contempt for your kind, why they dissuaded our people from intermingling with you. Now, now I reme-"

"YOU ARE HEREBY, AT WAR WITH THE ATLANTEAN RACE! If there is ONE who can dissuade my rule, let he or she step forward now, or damn your people to the deep!"

Her fists crushed the cup in her hands as she watched the humans attack her dear brother, the hot coffee burst out as Molly and the kids screamed in shock. The air around her crackled with the anger as she stood up, her skin shimmering, she pulled at her t-shirt, lifting if over her head, stepping out of the skirt she wore. Whooping from behind her as her naked body hummed, she stepped from the Diner and raised her arms. Light flashed from the sky as the hydrant on the street burst forth its gush of liquid, the water swept over her body, forming a bikini of water over her lithe body. "For Atlantis" she cried as she used the power of the hydrants water to shoot up into the sky, the pendant on her neck glowing and honing in on her brothers whereabouts.

Present

"AYYYEEEEEEE" her voice pitched high enough for dogs to hear cut through the sky as she leapt out of the water, a shot of blue raced across the sky, the air became dry as she syphoned out the moisture, the clouds gathering were black with the force of her drive, she shot out her hand stretched aimed straight for the man about to hit her brother in the ear. The force behind her attack would hopefully knock him sideways long enough to warn her brother of the impending danger, she had little time to complete the thrust, using moisture damaged the sky and drained her quickly, she would need to land and syphon from the ground and quickly.

@Callisto.: Beast Mode....Engaged (that means baddass post you English muffin :P)

@Mr_LeBeau:

(If you all don't mind me stepping in, I would like to help keep Mr. LeBeau intact, otherwise I can remove it)

@Mr_LeBeau: @Meison_Calidus@Callisto.: The Dreadnought watched the titanic forces clash below him. He had been en route to discuss matters with Mr. LeBeau when the sh1t hit the fan. When the Atlanteans declared war, Leon ordered backup from his battleship. He now lead five helicopter gunships mounted with massive microwave beams. Leading a partially naval operation, Leon had learned that Atlanteans did not appreciate having the water cooked out of the air and their own bodies. It certainly wouldn't injure them, but it should hamper their abilities and give them pause. They arrived in time to witness a clash between titans. The gunships directed their armament at the trio and bathed the area in microwave radiation. I will have my meeting. Leon adjusted his equipment for the likely outcomes of this fight and took a heavy dose of dis-associative anesthetic . He was far outclassed, but with his coordinates being sent to the battleship, the rail guns would be ready to lend a hand.

I only hope this won't affect your mobility in the long run.

@The_Dreadnought: (I don't mind at all! But we are already 2 on 2 lol :P)

I don't even know who to reply to.

Thanks Nova...you too! Glad to see WAL in this

@ nova Just bring it

@Quintus_Knightfall said:

@Kurrent said:

I have upload the footage of the U-MAN kicking the ever living crap out of me onto the internet.

control the net, control the propaganda :P

HAHA That's the idea. I had to do something...this sh!t is serious LOL

@Callisto. said:

@The_Dreadnought: (I don't mind at all! But we are already 2 on 2 lol :P)

We're villains we dont do fair ;P

@Mr_LeBeau:

@Light: @Mr_LeBeau: @Mr_LeBeau said:

@Meison_Calidus:@Light:

pzzzt, pzzzt,"SIR....SIR! Come in, copy......." distraught, the communications office was on the verge of a complete meltdown. Unable to reach the Ultra-Sapien for several minutes before, [cough] "I'm here." taking long measured breaths between words. "I want, I want you to send re-enforcements to my location immediately. Initiate containment protocols full weapons augmentation." Issuing his commands predicated upon the mutant powerhouses extreme persevering strength and durability. Impressively the Atlantean had skillfully put down more Umen in a single engagement then any previous entanglements. Swaying Charlemagne's previous tactical approach from destruction, to capture. A specimen simply to unique to kill, an to valuable to let escape. Though capture would almost certainly result in the loss of catastrophic proportions, a single sample of his DNA in the hands of the methodical morally void Dr. Frank would prove invaluable.

Stumbling to his feet in time to see the lone surviving Uman let lose with a harmonic tempest of concentrated force, granted Mr. LeBeau an opening to attack. But as he planted his foot ready to thrust across the damaged courtroom floor, the spiderwebbed cracks in his suits progressed even further across its surface. "G@DDAMIT!" he roared. Fully aware that at any moment the entire structure of the suit could rupture. pzzzt, pzzzt, "Mr. LeBeau, Sir. Project Flawless has concluded its findings. Sir according to our...." "SEND HIM, NOW!""But....but sir, the res....." "NOW!" roaring out his finite order. Introducing an unknown variable such as Dr. Frank's latest test subject was a gamble Charlemagne was willing to take. Following through with his initial lunch pushing off the debris pile he had pulled himself out of, the self-prophesying King of Kings speed blitzed towards the distracted authenticated King of the Deep. Arching back as pieces of his suit began to filter off loading up a mountain shattering right hand void of proper technique and fueled by pure raw unmitigated power. Aiming straight for the ear in hopes of rupturing it intending to buy enough time for his recently completed weapon to arrive. Even before the punch made contact with any solid surface the LeBeau's suit began to crumble and collapse off his body.

@Callisto. said:

@Mr_LeBeau: @Meison_Calidus: @Light: (hello boys)

Hours earlier

Warm scent of coffee wafted over her nose, a soft smile on her serene features, she adored coffee. Sipping it carefully she smiled at the waitress as she offered a refill "thank you so much, Molly" her voice was lilting and it made the waitress grin. "Welcome darlin' " The television flashed behind them as the breaking news about the mutant registration flashed across the bottom of the screen. "Damn shame that bill" the waitress frowned, leaning on the counter as Annabella moved her head to watch the small box on the wall "Leave those poor folk alone" Molly shook her head and stepped back to take another order from a rowdy bunch of kids who'd just entered. Her eyes wafted around the room, enjoying the warm morning air, but thinking of the sadness that humanity bought upon itself. As she turned back to the television her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat...

"Hear me now, Humans"

You have been judged unworthy of this world, your presence on the land is a mockery. Thousands of years, infinite evolutions, yet you still share the same animalistic nature of your ancestors. We had forgotten why our ancestors had such contempt for your kind, why they dissuaded our people from intermingling with you. Now, now I reme-"

"YOU ARE HEREBY, AT WAR WITH THE ATLANTEAN RACE! If there is ONE who can dissuade my rule, let he or she step forward now, or damn your people to the deep!"

Her fists crushed the cup in her hands as she watched the humans attack her dear brother, the hot coffee burst out as Molly and the kids screamed in shock. The air around her crackled with the anger as she stood up, her skin shimmering, she pulled at her t-shirt, lifting if over her head, stepping out of the skirt she wore. Whooping from behind her as her naked body hummed, she stepped from the Diner and raised her arms. Light flashed from the sky as the hydrant on the street burst forth its gush of liquid, the water swept over her body, forming a bikini of water over her lithe body. "For Atlantis" she cried as she used the power of the hydrants water to shoot up into the sky, the pendant on her neck glowing and honing in on her brothers whereabouts.

Present

"AYYYEEEEEEE" her voice pitched high enough for dogs to hear cut through the sky as she leapt out of the water, a shot of blue raced across the sky, the air became dry as she syphoned out the moisture, the clouds gathering were black with the force of her drive, she shot out her hand stretched aimed straight for the man about to hit her brother in the ear. The force behind her attack would hopefully knock him sideways long enough to warn her brother of the impending danger, she had little time to complete the thrust, using moisture damaged the sky and drained her quickly, she would need to land and syphon from the ground and quickly.

@The_Dreadnought said:

(If you all don't mind me stepping in, I would like to help keep Mr. LeBeau intact, otherwise I can remove it)

@Mr_LeBeau: @Meison_Calidus@Callisto.: The Dreadnought watched the titanic forces clash below him. He had been en route to discuss matters with Mr. LeBeau when the sh1t hit the fan. When the Atlanteans declared war, Leon ordered backup from his battleship. He now lead five helicopter gunships mounted with massive microwave beams. Leading a partially naval operation, Leon had learned that Atlanteans did not appreciate having the water cooked out of the air and their own bodies. It certainly wouldn't injure them, but it should hamper their abilities and give them pause. They arrived in time to witness a clash between titans. The gunships directed their armament at the trio and bathed the area in microwave radiation. I will have my meeting. Leon adjusted his equipment for the likely outcomes of this fight and took a heavy dose of dis-associative anesthetic . He was far outclassed, but with his coordinates being sent to the battleship, the rail guns would be ready to lend a hand.

I only hope this won't affect your mobility in the long run.

The hyper sonics of the super suit were highly effective against his sensitive hearing, each wave like a blade skinning the top of his brain, if the King of Atlantis couldn't find a way to break from the radius he would pass out in moments. With hands clasped to his pointed ears he tries to stand with no quarter made. His end was assu- A wild haymaker for the believed incapacitated anomaly that was Lebeau crashes into his own knuckles, the suction pulling his drum back with intense tension that left his right ear numb and inaudible, flying through the judges chambers and out the back of the court house to bounce across the street and indent his body into a local steel news stand, a paper reading "THE END OF AN ERA" fluttering around his body. Blue blood leaks from his lips, His skull felt like a cracker in a boxers fist, but a King well versed in battle wasn't revered for his ability, but his perseverance in the face of death.

Placing a hand on his tattered jeans that now revealed a black fish scale suit Meison rises, shaking off the impending slumber, his rod nowhere in sight. Pity to the fool that tried to claim it his own.

"Stand....huside." His voice commanding and authoritative by right but exhausted and forced, as the directly beside hot dog vendor throws down the ketchup he was holding and takes off his apron, throwing it in the air, "Fawk it take it!" Meison picks up the Gatorade cooler filled with iced water meant to shock the home grown toppings, dumping it over his head as the salesman runs bouncing on ragged heels down the road.

Droplets spray from his lips, the cut sealing itself, his nearly broken off ear point clinging to itself and reweaving to show a still tender but healed enough canal. He couldn't be sure if it was from deprivation of the restorative liquid, the rumors of the things that flash before a man's eyes when believing his life at an end, but he thought he'd seen the undeniably iconic image of Callisto as he flew threw the wall. , Looking up the clouds swirl above the courthouse in a signature pattern he'd only ever seen once, during his argument with his sister on her abandonment of the deep and her ever firm ground held in her opinion of what was best. It was definitive proof. The Princess of Calidus had returned with the scorn of an Atlantean crossed.

Approaching the building he felt the water already leave his body with each step, mouth drying, the covers of sewers blasting into the air from the presure of steam hitting nearby civiliians, "Fools run-!" It was too late, some people stand gripping their faces as unexpected unbareable causes their hands to meld with their faces, lips curling into their gums on the street, the few with the reflex enough running in panic towards the alleyways.

Dropping on knee the King begins to gasp like a fish out of water, unable to do anything in such incredible conditions, as if the humans knew of Atlantis before hand plotting on this exact moment. While his judgement of war was impulsive, the humans had obviously been coordinating the death of the deep for decades

@614azrael said:

The stuff with these 2=win

@Meison_Calidus: @Callisto.:

^_^

Lol! I'll have a reply up soon for you. Won't be a novel though ;)

@Black Solace said:

Long Island

Continued from New York City Thread

Both the Bounty Hunter and the Silent Knight fell with grace onto pier 47, given the distance from the ground; the parachute only provided minor solace in their landing. “Fck, did you have to play superman…” she protested, trying to shake the extreme feelings of vertigo. “git the hell off me” She said, pushing him to the side; her agitation apparent. “Why are you so crabby…” he asked, sternly; keeping a low silhouette as to not be spotted.

“I’m on my period” Ashley replied, dusting herself off. “Get down” Ashley screamed, as hundreds of Ninja shuriken’s rain from the sky. “The Red Cardinals…” she whispered, taking note to the Cardinal insignia on the weapon.

“Yeah, but those guys…they aren’t Cardinals” Max said, staying low. “The Cardinals are after me, I’ll take them with me, and you get those guys” she said, pointing in the direction of the Umen. “Meet back here in ten minutes Ashley” his powerful voice laced with a hidden sense of concern.

“I will…” she responded, sincerely.

As Max snagged their attention, Ashley turned intangible and ran out the other way; shifting the Cardinals attention to her.

“These guys are like flies, stopping in the middle of a dark alley; the Jade Dragon removed the “Legendary Jade Blade” the snake-like sword soon animated, sending a powerful emerald glow down the dark alley.

Left and right, the Cardinals jumped in to fight; armed with basic katanas. Shifting her feet to a southpaw stance, Ashley dropped an invisible wall capsule and shielded her rear from a Cardinal attack; this allowed her to focus on the ones directly in her face.

The clang of Japanese and Chinese steel meeting in the alley alerted man nearby citizens; but with the martial law none dared to enter an alley alone.

Jamming her blade through the chest cavity of a ninja, she kicked the cadaver back into his friends. An onslaught of Cardinals rested behind her, trying to break through her invisible wall; an onslaught of Cardinals block a forward motion; she’d have to fight.

The strategic placement of the alley and that many Cardinals was by no chance a coincidence. The same woman that framed the Silent Knight; had orchestrated this attack; simultaneously trapping Ashley where she wanted her.. “Some people, love to show off their martial arts skills…” she monologued, the whole time she was speaking, the Cardinal admin began preparing her rifle for fire.

“I prefer to shoot the b!tch”

Pow

A low gunshot disperses the Cardinals; the round pierced the shoulder of Ashley taking her down to the ground. Falling to the ground, the young Bravehart writhed in pain; the fear in bleeding out kept her conscious; but it was too late there were to many Cardinals.

Finally apprehended, she was on a one way trip to Super Max.

Darting between crates and freighter boxes Maximus hides from the U-men. No way in hell he could take them on head first. Stealth had to be his alley like it was when he roamed the dark halls of The Pit as a young boy, cutting men's throats at the tender age of seven.

"Split and find him. Without that flying boat he's a fish in a barrel." Nodding four of the Umen split up while the leader walks slowly through the center of the miscellaneous steel trailers and wooden palettes "Here birdy birdy..."

Meanwhile

Max holds the blood inside of his body as they slowly begin to reset themselves. ever since he'd met the man only Known to the world as Animus and was forced to drink his blood, the Silent Knight grew more agile, joints smoothed like oil had been added to rust, wounds healing with an enigmatic hustle that escaped his own level of logic. Feeling the thunk of the bone cracking itself into place he sips air through his "Ssss...." Instantly hearing the sound of a modified AR15 clacking against body armor, a nameless Uman stepping forward towards the shadows, so close The Knight could hear the gulp of his throat.

Turning the corner he only finds drops of blood in the wake of the believed murderer. Kneeling down he checks the consistancy to judge how long it had sat. *tink,tink,tink* his helmet wrapped against by moisture he didn't need to look up to know, or even have the option either way, as the tip of a katar slides through his throat and back out, a soft gurgle as his life escapes.

taking to the top of the crates Max takes a logical hiding spot in the sill of a warehouse window and waits for the moment as the leader round the corner, "In a moment, your going to hear a gunshot. It won;t be us. That girl? She;s going down, taking your bid. Come out now...you might just be able to get a cell across from her, have a little window love..." The snide smirk on his face invisible yet obvious behind his full mask. Max's infinitely more so. Taking off his gauntlet he ties the length of his cape around the grip bar insidefor the Katar, jerking the knot tight as the blade he'd dubbed Lucy expels.

Swinging it once, twice, three times before yanking it back into the warehouse, and reeling forward with the momentum to snap it tip first into the guards liver, though he was aiming for his neck "AAAARGHHH MOTHERFCKER! Move in on me!" Max curses himself as he hears the shot ring out, in the night, the soldier a scumbag, but an apparently honest one.

Dropping down to the pier floor with expedited speed the Silent Knight cracks a knee, crashing on it and grinding the bone to muscle with a groan of pain. Three remaining guards come around the corner as he lay beside the water and the bleeding out leader. "Sir move we need a clean shot!" Maximus grabs the guard by the throat and pulls him in front of his body, dragging them both backwards with the blade to his throat, reftitting his gauntlet, "Tell your men to stand down"

He nods without question, waving a hand downward as the wall of guns follows, "I haven't killed in years, this was a choice I take responsibility for" He spoke less to the Lead skullion and more to the almighty, "But know that the gears were set in motion by you and yours...you have no idea what you let loose tonight."

Falling back with a splash into the ocean he drags them both downward.

"Where are they?!"

"Just fire!" Rapid gunfire barrages the blue depths, strips of bubbled water weaved around by the knightfall as he uses the guards body as a shield, sucking the air from the hole in his lungs.

2 minutes later

Finally stopping, the guards wait for a sign of life or death. Rising to the surface was First Uman Mctaggert, naked and bloody

@614azrael said:

I tried to shorten it lol

@Surreal SaDiablo:

I know ^_^

@Quintus_Knightfall@TheRumor :

Ashley stood tall next to Quintus as the media focused their lenses on the three of them, the Cape Killers that decorated the ground moaned in pain as the leader of the Knightfalls exposed his identity to the world. The younger Knightfall watched as gasps and flashes of their cameras lit up the surrounding area. 'Oooohhh boy wait till mum is gonna crack a fruity when she see's this' she thought to herself as Q finished up his speech, dropping a smoke pellet and making a quick get away.

As the trio made their way out of the media eye Ashley looked over at her cousin, and hesitantly spoke out. "Was that wise Quintus?" She looked over at him, watching his stone expression she stayed quiet as she glanced over at Rumor for a second giving him a weary grin as she focused ahead. "Shouldn't we try to find the other Knightfall's? What if they need our help?"

(sorry it's so short idk what you have planned out so I didn't want to move us anywhere that would step away from the plan lol)

@The_Dreadnought@Mr_LeBeau@Light@Meison_Calidus@Meison_Calidus said:

@The_Dreadnoughtsaid:

(If you all don't mind me stepping in, I would like to help keep Mr. LeBeau intact, otherwise I can remove it)

@Mr_LeBeau: @Meison_Calidus@Callisto.: The Dreadnought watched the titanic forces clash below him. He had been en route to discuss matters with Mr. LeBeau when the sh1t hit the fan. When the Atlanteans declared war, Leon ordered backup from his battleship. He now lead five helicopter gunships mounted with massive microwave beams. Leading a partially naval operation, Leon had learned that Atlanteans did not appreciate having the water cooked out of the air and their own bodies. It certainly wouldn't injure them, but it should hamper their abilities and give them pause. They arrived in time to witness a clash between titans. The gunships directed their armament at the trio and bathed the area in microwave radiation. I will have my meeting. Leon adjusted his equipment for the likely outcomes of this fight and took a heavy dose of dis-associative anesthetic . He was far outclassed, but with his coordinates being sent to the battleship, the rail guns would be ready to lend a hand.

I only hope this won't affect your mobility in the long run.

The hyper sonics of the super suit were highly effective against his sensitive hearing, each wave like a blade skinning the top of his brain, if the King of Atlantis couldn't find a way to break from the radius he would pass out in moments. With hands clasped to his pointed ears he tries to stand with no quarter made. His end was assu- A wild haymaker for the believed incapacitated anomaly that was Lebeau crashes into his own knuckles, the suction pulling his drum back with intense tension that left his right ear numb and inaudible, flying through the judges chambers and out the back of the court house to bounce across the street and indent his body into a local steel news stand, a paper reading "THE END OF AN ERA" fluttering around his body. Blue blood leaks from his lips, His skull felt like a cracker in a boxers fist, but a King well versed in battle wasn't revered for his ability, but his perseverance in the face of death.

Placing a hand on his tattered jeans that now revealed a black fish scale suit Meison rises, shaking off the impending slumber, his rod nowhere in sight. Pity to the fool that tried to claim it his own.

"Stand....huside." His voice commanding and authoritative by right but exhausted and forced, as the directly beside hot dog vendor throws down the ketchup he was holding and takes off his apron, throwing it in the air, "Fawk it take it!" Meison picks up the Gatorade cooler filled with iced water meant to shock the home grown toppings, dumping it over his head as the salesman runs bouncing on ragged heels down the road.

Droplets spray from his lips, the cut sealing itself, his nearly broken off ear point clinging to itself and reweaving to show a still tender but healed enough canal. He couldn't be sure if it was from deprivation of the restorative liquid, the rumors of the things that flash before a man's eyes when believing his life at an end, but he thought he'd seen the undeniably iconic image of Callisto as he flew threw the wall. , Looking up the clouds swirl above the courthouse in a signature pattern he'd only ever seen once, during his argument with his sister on her abandonment of the deep and her ever firm ground held in her opinion of what was best. It was definitive proof. The Princess of Calidus had returned with the scorn of an Atlantean crossed.

Approaching the building he felt the water already leave his body with each step, mouth drying, the covers of sewers blasting into the air from the presure of steam hitting nearby civiliians, "Fools run-!" It was too late, some people stand gripping their faces as unexpected unbareable causes their hands to meld with their faces, lips curling into their gums on the street, the few with the reflex enough running in panic towards the alleyways.

Dropping on knee the King begins to gasp like a fish out of water, unable to do anything in such incredible conditions, as if the humans knew of Atlantis before hand plotting on this exact moment. While his judgement of war was impulsive, the humans had obviously been coordinating the death of the deep for decades

Her breath huffed as she began to slow her descent, the air around her became thick with a heat so powerful it began to boil the water on her flesh. Thick with the red heat of the microwave beams. Her hair became limp as the water swept from around her, the power of sucking the water out of the clouds began to drain through her system. The water bikini she had created disappeared, her eyes became dry, she had somehow been hit dead on with the heat of the rays and it was overwhelming.

Her hand dropped as she raced toward the man attacking her brother, her body slammed into the ground as the water left the air completely Humans screamed on the streets as the water her brother had manifested from the ground seethed into heated temperatures that burned their flesh. Sliding across the dry ground, her skin scraped along the asphalt she landed at the feet of the man she was attacking. Her breath coming fast and hard as she began to pant, sucking in the air and searching for a new sources of water, somewhere close. There was only one way to save herself and she refused to do it, she would not do the unthinkable.

@Callisto.:

Um... I think I'm going to keep a microwave gun handy from now on. Yeah.

@The_Dreadnought: (not many other ways we could've reacted to that one Dread lol)

@TheRumor:@Ashley_Knightfall:

With his trademark gravel voice Quintus replied, "They can take care of themselves Ashely. Right now we need to focus on our next move." All three slipping into the Knightfall Museum through the secret tunnels leading into the Underground. Flipping the state of the art generator on instantly bringing the fortified cave facility to life, the Living Weapon sat down in front of the over sized holographic projection screen wildly typing away on a floating keyboard of intangibility. Perching his elbows on the table folding his hands together making sure to connect whats dots he believed relevant in his mind before sharing them with his fellow Outlawz "This entire thing was systematically perpetuated by outside forces looking to capitalize on our governments knee jerk reactive policies. And in the maelstrom of chaos, seize power for themselves." once again pausing as a grainy youtube video of a Uman beating down an unarmed civilian had made its way from the internet to television. "Its already spiraling out of control. We need to fortified the museum, while also getting the word out there that this is a place of refuge. Then we'll build our army, we'll build our band of Outlawz."

@Callisto.: Fckin A!

@Maximus_Knightfall: That was BOWSE!

@Fantasy Hopewell: lol Good looks

Got something planned. It'll be up in a few

@Callisto.: @The_Dreadnought: @Meison_Calidus:

In slow motion two attacks simultaneously swept through the courthouse destructively recoiling as they connected shattering every window in and around the house of laws for miles. Not only was the Ultra-Sapien taken off his center of gravity by the swift acting interloper of Atlantean origin, but once again his body was flung through the air. However not before blasting the Ocean Master through the courthouse architecture out onto the streets with a devastating right hand. His suit having splinter off into an explosion of sharp edged pieces of debris long before he slammed into the long wooden benches of the jury box. Fine cuts of precision quality raced up and down the flexed exaggerations of his muscles, concealed underneath the skin tight micro fabric Nike body suit that was now exposed after the destruction of his armor. Cuts above his brow and along his forehead pooling blood into the sockets of his closed eyes. While outside an apparent miscalculation had turned what had suppose to have been a debilitating attack, into a flesh melting catastrophe. Luckily the extreme heat would force the media and camera crews, already in route to the epic confrontation, to temporarily maintain a safe distance.

@Mr_LeBeau said:

@Callisto.: @The_Dreadnought: @Meison_Calidus:

In slow motion two attacks simultaneously swept through the courthouse destructively recoiling as they connected shattering every window in and around the house of laws for miles. Not only was the Ultra-Sapien taken off his center of gravity by the swift acting interloper of Atlantean origin, but once again his body was flung through the air. However not before blasting the Ocean Master through the courthouse architecture out onto the streets with a devastating right hand. His suit having splinter off into an explosion of sharp edged pieces of debris long before he slammed into the long wooden benches of the jury box. Fine cuts of precision quality raced up and down the flexed exaggerations of his muscles, concealed underneath the skin tight micro fabric Nike body suit that was now exposed after the destruction of his armor. Cuts above his brow and along his forehead pooling blood into the sockets of his closed eyes. While outside an apparent miscalculation had turned what had suppose to have been a debilitating attack, into a flesh melting catastrophe. Luckily the extreme heat would force the media and camera crews, already in route to the epic confrontation, to temporarily maintain a safe distance.

lmfao G's got endorsements