@icefire_outlaw: (Sorry for how long these delays have been and how lackluster this one turns out)
Her stark blue eyes flared with a burning energy as her platform fell apart. Her weapon's attack had done nothing besides disintegrate into the air around her. Meaning there was significantly lesser options towards killing her target. Soldat streaked over to the side, her fist tearing a lamp post completely out of the ground without a hint of effort as she spun on her heels. With a sudden lunge forwards she buried the post towards her, massive sparks blasting from each corner of her eyes.
Neither of the two had stepped foot outside since. Throughout the day the window to the motel room had been closed, the door kept locked without a sound from the neither of them would be the one to worry about.
Soldat, the headmade inside Krueger's skull stood atop the John Hancock Center, her long blonde braid being torn to the side by the wind. Similar to the one who held her leash, she shared similar blue sparking eyes to him, devoid of human instinct. It only took moments for her sight to land on the figure moving across the Chicago skyline. With only a first glimpse, Soldat followed her sole order from the Walking War. "Kill her."
Soldat's loyalty was unquestioned and untested. Without a single stroke of hesitancy in her movement she leapt from the rooftop, the reinforced black leather of her specialized SS Uniform tore across the orange sky of the city as her fist gripped around a solid hardlight gladius that had formed itself in her fist. Krueger witnessed everything she saw from the corner of his eye, taking a glance over to the window of the room.
Adorned in armor of his own, the nazi simply gave a look over to his companion as he tore the door open, heading to the balcony outside. "She's found her for us, we set out now."A sunbeaten wide brimmed hat came onto Krueger's head, the only piece of gear he missed. Otherwise the gunslinger had taken on a bulk underneath his poncho. Branches of armor ran along his arms and legs, about all of it light enough to prevent a blunt blow and a fall from horseback from forfeiting the hunt.
Electric blue spheres had gathered around the woman as she blasted downwards from the rooftop towards her. Each of them visibly unstable from the surges of overwhelming power blasting through them. Just as her directive intended, her strike was intending to finish off Jesse James as fast as humanly possible. Almost as if an exact copy, a platform appeared under her feet, sending her rushing ahead at 200mph towards the outlaw. Every one of the half dozen spheres around her flung ahead like cannonballs, the only difference between them being cannonballs didn't track their target down with a noticeable fury. Nor were they followed by a jousting blade with intent to split the target directly in two.
A plane had touched down that following morning, bright and early at 6:30AM. The offer of 3 million dollars was enough to convince nearly anyone to purchase last minute plane tickets, even all the way from Europe.
Solid black leather boots marched across the rooftops of the Chicago skyline. A signature marking of the Schutzstaffel engraved into the leather along the side. Their wearer, Krueger Hansvick, ex Nazi super weapon was not one to pass up the chance to obtain wealth on something as easy as wiping out an American. Even if the one offering it was American. His eyes pulsated with a sparking blue light, visibly intensifying as he leapt off the rooftop, springing to the next with little to no effort towards the single bound. Adorned in an SS uniform with his traditional armor stowed away in his carry-on bag he stowed over his shoulder.
From this sight, it was easy to discover where his "comrade" intended for them to meet, going by the instructions he was given. A simple motel, in the rough part of the city, identifiable by it's red and green neon sign along the roof. Luckily enough, the lights in the city hadn't completely shut off just yet. The Nazi's vision pierced across the city, settling just on a rooftop near the bay. His boot planted on the edge of the concrete, flinging him ahead while a blue energy appeared underneath him as a platform. Turncoat landed feet first onto the platform, launching downwards with it towards his destination at imposing speed.
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He stepped into the motel room, finding it somewhat cozy despite it's roughness. Moses had recovered over the night, currently wearing the same garments as last night's encounter, or so it seemed despite the steel chestplate he wore over his torso. "Glad you showed up Krueger, seriously not sure I'd be able to handle her last night if not for a bit of help." Krueger's black gloves peeled away, placing onto the top of the television. The Red Son was born with a liking for the dramatic, being the sole reason of why he stayed silent for almost a full minute before looking towards him. 'What's she like? You seemed to want to spare details in our conversation so tell me now instead.'
Smoke bellowed upwards from a freshly lit cigar clenched between his teeth, that he slowly drew a breath from as he sat on the foot of the bed. "Depends. I got a theory so far but I'm not sure how legitimate it is. She's got like...multiple personalities or something like that, or different people in her head. I only counted three so far but I know about for sure there's more. The whole scrap, it was just her until the end. She got like a dress on and everything, started speaking with a bunch of voices."
Somebody living in her head. Sounded highly familiar to him as he listened. The nazi's hands clutched together, his mind curling through possibilities of how a fight with this woman could end with their combined strength. 'First off, tell me about each form you saw, what they're like.'With a puff of smoke from his lips, Moses gave a slow nod. "Jesse has wings I figure, almost got the hell bashed out of me with one last night. I haven't exactly seen her use them to fly, but it's safe to guess she can. She's got a shiel- forcefield I think. Protects her from oncoming danger obviously. Got two of those laser swords, I figure you seen them before. A gun that shoots ice...ice bullets maybe that freeze on contact. Almost screwed me over."
"Now as for that united thing I mentioned, I didn't really try to $#@& with that too much alone. All I know for sure is that she was able to stop my bullets mid air, then cracked open some wormhole to run out of."
'Then it's simple, Sergeant.'He turned over to face the gunslinger, extending his index finger over to him. 'We make sure she can't use those portals, fly off. If she's united, distract her with your armory while I either execute the frau or I break her limbs like twigs. If the latter, you can go in for a lead against her if you'd like while I shall simply do my hardest to ensure you don't die in the process.'
The cowboy's cigar rolled between his finger's as he stared at the carpet. It was a vague, yet sound plan. Which is usually the sort of plans he himself made. "...Sound's good to me, but how do you suggest we do that?"
The weather was warm underneath the beaming sun that day. Blue skies sat overhead carrying very few clouds in their midst, giving view to the flocks of birds over the city. Voices thundered from the parade grounds where thousands of men and women from children to elders had gathered. German soldiers carried themselves in a flawless march down a pathway cleared between two masses of citizens. Behind them came a car, it's passengers being three generals and the one and only leader of the atrocity called the Nazi Party that had been created in Germany. Adolf Hitler.
To many, the rally was calm and sanctioned. However to those that had planned the event, understood the background. There was three sharpshooters every block with their rifles trained on the crowd for a sign of an assassin, some seemingly normal members of the crowd had been armed for a closer interception of an assassination attempt. And this rally had been chosen for a security measure for Project "Calm Before the Storm". Krueger stood four stories high on the rooftop of a high-end restaurant with his gaze fidgeting across everything he could view. The SS men that stood with him kept their joyed composure upon the pleasure of seeing their grand leader, but like everyone else their eyes held fear. Morale had been fading in the military ranks since Stalingrad and media control can only last so long until the people themselves begin to discover the news. With the Allies invasion "D-Day" being a success, it had come to civilian ears surprisingly quickly. Patriotism for their country had been seceding more with every passing day until the measure of a personal speech from the Führer was necessary to please the masses.
With tensions stressed, their was worry in every official's mind of an assassin taking a shot at Hitler, or a mob storming his car, or worse yet, a bomb. Every subtle precaution was made in arrangement for this. Krueger's battle tactics had made large strides in D-Day but nevertheless the Allied forces managed to excel and pushed German forces out. The silent operations of Krueger's abilities would be trialed today, which would be followed with a night of durability training assuming the rally had been a success.
Turncoat's eyes stayed set on the stage that Hitler calmly mounted. The microphone fuzzed to life, carried by Adolf's voice. Voices went silent across the fields of people, patiently waiting for him. "My dear brothers and sisters of the Fatherland. Since the start of this you have stood with me in our crusade against the world. Even when our damned former ally, the Italians had left us we stayed strong. And to this very moment, we are strong. It is true, that the Allied forces have been successful in their Normandy assault. But we as a nation will not be swayed by this fault. We continue our fight on all fronts until we have taken all fronts! The cost of this war will not be paid from our pockets again, but from the pockets of the weak willed that point their fingers towards out proud nation, shouting of evil and tyranny!" The people of the crowds were visibly getting excited that early into the speech. Even so early in. Smiles and smirks crept across lips With masses of cheering after every sentence the Führer spoke to them. Our people are pure in every aspect! Science itself stands with us on that fact and we are not afraid to defend it if it means we will achieve our grand scheme of taking every last bit of blighted territory! The German people are a surviving people as history has proved. History is doomed to repeat itself and we as a people will survive again! We will do more than simply survive, we will thrive! Rabid cheers came from the citizens of Berlin. They could see a bright future ahead, painted with German hope and bloomed patriotism. The SS on either side of Krueger thought similar. His eyes however displayed no sign of that, no sign of any emotion yet except for determination. His eyes flickered around on each end of the crowds until pausing. There was a short man in a formal grey suit moving towards an automobile parked on the side of the roadway. Turncoat's vision sat upon him and the excessively large but still fairly normal briefcase he clutched in his hand. Still however, his posture was too average. His outfit was average, and his facial expression was not. It was afraid of something. There was no joy on his face and no sign of a hopeful German. With a nudge of the mind, the Nazi's female counterpart, Soldat, was on the rooftop overhead of the automobile. Her blonde braid was swept with wind upon her arrival, halted by a quick crouch paired with her observation of the car. Krueger held full control of her body and his own, which stayed calmly watching the speech.
The automobile pulled away down the road, making a right on the corner and heading North. Soldat wasted no time springing off of the rooftop and onto the next. Rushing alongside the vehicle from above. Her lunges carried her overhead and out of sight from the driver for five minutes along until it pulled to the side again. And again, the driver stepped out and quickly stepped across the street. Soldat's watchful gaze held itself on him as he crossed. An automobile directly across from it on the street opened it's passenger door which he had hastily entered. No sooner than the door closed did it drive off. If there wasn't a reason to concerned yet, there surely was one created. Her boots sprung from the tile of the roof and continued to the next, on a tail behind the vehicle. It made quick turns on corners, often looping around blocks and continuing on it's way. With four more stops that followed, each time on the stops a similar pattern was easily noticed. Each time they were swapping cars with one adjacent to the next. After managing to stuff six into the vehicle, it headed back to where they had originally been. Towards the parade grounds.
Not an ounce of exhaustion was seen on Soldat's body. Her posture had remained firm even after holding a sprint across rooftops and stretching quite a far distance from her host. With a robotic goal in mind, she had managed to keep closely behind the car, as she witnessed it pull to the side and to a walkway beside a bakery, less than a block away from the speech. From her vantage point, it was noted that the lights inside the shop were off, and remained off even as they entered. With her five senses on alert, she leapt down from her perch and landed on the sidewalk. Without a breath of hesitation she moved forwards to the door. Her hand gripped the knob and twisted it to no success. Her normally calm face took an irritated grimace at the inconvenience. A bright blue needle formed at her wrist which quickly moved ahead into the keyhole of the doorknob. It had entered, piercing through iron and to the other side of the keyhole. Barbs rose at the tip and yanked back harshly with a pull of her arm. The knob and it's lock were yanked from the door, causing a rather loud crack. The needle retreated itself, letting the knob clatter to the ground. She moved ahead, opening the door and stepping inside. Soldat's vision scanned across display case and onto a door behind it. The only other door in the empty room.
She stepped in front of the door, where her superior hearing allowed voices in the lower stairwell to be heard. "How much longer do we have?" A female's voice spoke. "20 minutes approximately until the speech concludes." Yet another woman had spoken. "She's right, then we just tug this trigger, and the stage explodes, and if your awful wiring job fails us, your second awful wiring job might help us." The voice was distinctly an older Russian man, with the strain of it, he sounded to be in his 50's. "What if neither of them works?" It was high pitched, but male. She was silently beginning to name each of the characters she heard in the basement. "Well, then I have this gun, and I will go right out the door and shoot him!" A slight gasp was heard from one of the women at the Russian's proclamation, which sparked a quick reply from the high pitched one, she had named Peter. "There's snipers outside! You'll get shot as soon as you step out the door, Zakayev!" Her need to name the Russian was gone. "I plan to shoot him from the doorframe you idiot! Those Nazis will never have the chance to land a shot on me until he's already been killed!" Peter's voice picked up again with more hostility than before. "What about us!? If you take the shot they'll storm this shop and find us with these triggers! Did you choose this place simply for that reason?" Zakayev kept his voice as calm as possible with a bit of irritation heard. "You all are free to leave as soon as the bombs fail to go off, I insist. But yes, that's why." A much younger voice made it's presence known to them. "Even me, papa?" There was a sigh from an untold voice in the room, which revealed itself with Russian behind it. "Yes even you, Dukov." The younger voice pleaded, raising it's octave. "But I don't want to leave you!" With an untold sharpness, Peter spoke up. "Quiet you mentally unstable shit, we all have to!" Zakayev's voice picked up harshly, just about to go off before Franca, the first woman she had named spoke up again, in a calmer tone most likely to kill the rising fight. "Then we should try the stage bomb now right? To ensure it?" The Russian man nodded, turning towards the triggers. His turn was halted. Soldat stood, facing him with her eyes lit with nearly uncontrolled energy. There was a brief moment of hesitation before the rest of their group, revealing themselves to be 8 men and women turned to face her. Zakayev raised his gun, blasting it at her.
The short one in the grey suit he had seen raised an MP34 from the table and sprayed it towards her. The easily largest one of the bunch, an 8ft tall man rushed back, pressing against the wall. Round ricocheted from her uniform as she lunged forwards to Zakayev who was inches away from the trigger and swung her fist ahead at his jaw. His skull swung back, slamming into the wall with the rest of his body. The trigger fell down underneath his weight, throwing a spark on the wire.
Hundreds of feet away on the same stage Adolf Hitler stood on, a slight spark sizzled beside his feet, which quickly burned out without detonation.
One of the women, armored in an orange dress, threw herself towards Soldat with a table leg in hand. She battered it down quite hard across the soldier's head, as the wood shattered on her skull. Though it did less than haze her. Soldat spun on her heel and with alarming speed, seized the hilt of the table leg still in the woman's grip and pulled it free. Which she then used to plant into her forehead with one quick movement. The short man hadn't lost hope with his machine gun, and the other ones had kept up gunfire. However on the stairs behind her, footsteps clomped up the side and the other woman was quickly noticed to be gone. "Shit."
The rest of the rebels had armed themselves with what they could and charged ahead, except for the tall one in the corner. A large wall of power formed itself, stretching from ceiling to floor and swung forwards, slamming and flattening one of them one the wall. Soldat's fist dove ahead, pounding into the next's stomach and sending liquidating their organs and crunching bones even before they hit the wall. The shortest man in the suit screamed and reached onto the table where a frag grenade laid dormant. He lifted it to the table and chucked his gun towards her as he reached for the pin. The telepathic soldier was already upon him and seized his wrist, crushing them in her grip. Before he had the chance to scream, she had him thrown headfirst into the concrete ceiling, where a sickened crunch came from his neck and the body fell limp.
Soldat turned to the tall one in the corner that stared at her. The giant's eyes darted at the bodies and finally settled onto her. His massive arm lifted up, rubbing across his eyes. A penetrating orange glow came from behind his sleeve. She paled in the face, and swung up her hands for an assault. Before her attack was underway, his was underway. His massive fist swung ahead, clocking her underneath the chin and sent her doubling over onto her back. Soldat carried herself off the ground in a heartbeat, just as his massive boot slammed down beside her head, shattering concrete. She went to her feet, and swung back to the stairs. The behemoth of a man swung his hand ahead, throwing forwards a sphere of flames. A scream echoed from her as flames erupted around her body, scorching at the skin. She gripped the sphere in her gloved hand, despite the strain, and threw it to the side. The supersoldier was attacking Soldat quickly after, swinging his fists like hammers. With her superior skill she leapt onto the stairs and plunged down at him with a firm punch that connected to the side of his skull. He stumbled to the side, gripping his head for a moment and swung back towards her stomach.
Soldat's hand fired down, wrapping around his arm and yanking it to the side of her with intense strength. The boy yanked ahead where he was met with her knee sweeping up under his chin. His jaw shook with an earthquake as he dropped onto the ground. Her leg swung back and planted into his side, sending him firing through the handrail and onto the wall. He crawled ahead quickly, practically having to drag himself up the side of the wall to narrowly avoid her next diving kick. His fists raised up throwing themselves onto her. Soldat's body jerked to the side with each punch, only to be shoved back to her feet with another one. Until several bursts of gunfire erupted from the stairs.
Seven soldiers, and Krueger himself fired their weapons to the renegade supersoldier. Each bullet spraying from their firearms was struck with a blueish hue around each round, leading to actual blood firing from his skin rather than ricochets. He was helpless against the sheet of gunfire all the way until he collapsed onto the ground. Soldat and Krueger stared at themself for a moment, then she was gone in a blink. "Find out how they hooked up the explosives, figure out what the hell that was, and ensurenobodyfinds out about this. Very simple!"
The soldiers with him gave hesitant nods to their SS Commander and looked to the bodies. With pained sighs, they moved ahead to get on the job of removing corpses out of a public building without a single person noticing.
"-And I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know! This war is in our hands, as it has been! God strike us down shall your brave leaders not win this conquest!"
Arms fired into the air carried by proud cries, raising out a German salute to the Führer. Krueger's hand fired up with the masses. A genuine smile was partnered along with it. For his mind was firmly invested with the rest of them. Hitler was a man to be feared to most, and trusted by those he supposedly protected. Though at that very moment. Nobody in Berlin had worry for the future except for the speaker himself, the only one in the audience who could assuredly see through his lies.
1. Sneak aboard a nuclear submarine and start WW3, then enlist under a new identity and deploy to wherever those missiles hit.
2. Spend the week buying plane tickets across the world. Take flights to far off places and stay in the air as long as possible.
3. Be Batman with prep
4. Create a Christian Rock Band called Golden Hope and tour for 6 six days until the Pope summons us to perform for him. Then just camp out in the Vatican.
5. Hop into a vat of radioactive goo and hope for superpowers
6. Tell whoever chases me that I'll release Infinity War a year early
7. Travel to the African Congo and hijack a revolutionary faction under my new warlord name, Mudambe
8. Dress up as Elvis and go to an Elvis Impersonator convention
9. Get a catapult, Get a parachute, put the catapult on a cliff, sit in it, and wait for somebody to show up.
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