Epic Phail?
Flarelight drew back around the corner of the hallway and deactivated her invisibility device. the fragile-looking hodge-podge of small pieces and button batteries sputtered and sparked, then went quiescent, the slight background hum disappearing with Flarelight's reappearance. “I've not seen dem before, and someone yelling “Nemesis”? You think dese guys what they talkin' 'bout?” Her english was a confusing flow from Spanish to German to Portugese accenting seemingly at random. The other three women waiting for her though, had enough experience talking with the hot-tempered hero to understand what the was talking about.
One woman took a longstep to the edge of the corner, and did a quick pee-and-back around the corner. Her red hair fluttering in the wind raised by her large angelic-looking wings as she used them to balance her movements. Her Katana and Wakizashi held at the ready she spun to face the corner in case there she had been spotted, then relaxed as no cries of warning were raised. They were still undiscovered. “They look like a marching band from hayall” she said quietly to the others behind her. Atlas Angel smiled at the giggles her description brought from the other women, but never relaxed her vigilance. She had found out early that the more ridiculous and fantastic something looked, the more it was likely to be dangerous, and these men looked VERY ridiculous in their red uniforms and gold marching band hats. The large, odd-shaped rifles that were carried seemed archaic and menacing at the same time.
“Y'all ready?” Atlas Angel glanced over her shoulder at the other three women. Flarelight nodded tersely and there was a slight pop and hint of ozone, then the object on her waist began emitting a low hum, and she disappeared from sight. The tall woman next to the now-invisible Flarelight nodded her head and said quietly, “Ready.” The last woman pulled a Katana similar to Atlas Angel's own, but gripped it in a balanced two-handed style the spoke of powerful cuts. Morgnan Keira nodded and stepped around the corner and started to charge.
Unfortunately, the opponents were alert and the girls quiet talk had been heard, so instead of rushing into a group of surprised men unaware of their presence, the quartet stepped into a hail of lead and gas. Flarelight coughed and saw the red soldiers had formed two ranks, front kneeling, rear standing. The hellish fusillade drove the women back around the corner confused and choking from the caustic gas grenades that had been thrown their direction. Flarelight turned to drop a trip mine, and had just placed it prior to arming it, when a foo came down on top of the mine. She looked up at a rifle butt that smashed her in the face.
The dim hum of the emergency transporter whisked her away to the hospital, along with the others. A few minutes later, all four had been revived and healed by the emergency room meta-healers. Atlas sat down on the bench outside, being the first one revived. As the red-haired white-winged woman waited for the others, she tried to figure out what she could do to close ground on an enemy waiting for them. Flarelight came out next and stood next to Atlas Angel for a moment, her dark black and white suit a close match and proclaimed both members of Next Gen, Inc. “Those locos blew holes in my uniform Heaths, now I gotta get another one? I think I want take der Koste offa diesen hides.” “Wayall, ya wanna do that sis, ya have ta catch 'em first”, Atlas said with a smile. The two women waited for the other two and then sped off in a group back the office building in Perez Park.
Once inside the women carefully sped to the location where the “marching band from hell”, as Atlas Angel had so succinctly put it, had devastated them. Flarelight turned on her invisibility device, which sputtered momentarily before settling into a slight hum, and she disappeared from view. A quick step around the corner brought her a fusillade from the archaic weapons, and the strange ammunition spread a choking, acidic gas which shorted out her device's light-bending capability. The battle was immediately joined as the three women rushed to aid their fourth. Screams and the metallic clash of metal-on-metal echoed in the hallway, and a final volley dropped the heroes, and the emergency teleporter once again deposited them in the immediate emergency room for meta-humans.
“Next tahm sis, make sure'n they cain't hear you either” Atlas Angel said to Flarelight with a touch of dry humor. Morgana Keira, nodded, and added “we should also maybe study them more before taking them out?” “Yeah right, like I'm gonna study anyone when they shoot at me” said Flarelight irritably. “I'm serious about that” said the white-skinned black-haired woman. “We need to know what they are and why they are here.” “I'm agreeing with Morgana, we should be checking things out before going in” said Dark-Stryke. “We check out as we shoot... recon by fire” said Flarelight, who was clearly angry about being shot.
To Be Continued....
One woman took a longstep to the edge of the corner, and did a quick pee-and-back around the corner. Her red hair fluttering in the wind raised by her large angelic-looking wings as she used them to balance her movements. Her Katana and Wakizashi held at the ready she spun to face the corner in case there she had been spotted, then relaxed as no cries of warning were raised. They were still undiscovered. “They look like a marching band from hayall” she said quietly to the others behind her. Atlas Angel smiled at the giggles her description brought from the other women, but never relaxed her vigilance. She had found out early that the more ridiculous and fantastic something looked, the more it was likely to be dangerous, and these men looked VERY ridiculous in their red uniforms and gold marching band hats. The large, odd-shaped rifles that were carried seemed archaic and menacing at the same time.
“Y'all ready?” Atlas Angel glanced over her shoulder at the other three women. Flarelight nodded tersely and there was a slight pop and hint of ozone, then the object on her waist began emitting a low hum, and she disappeared from sight. The tall woman next to the now-invisible Flarelight nodded her head and said quietly, “Ready.” The last woman pulled a Katana similar to Atlas Angel's own, but gripped it in a balanced two-handed style the spoke of powerful cuts. Morgnan Keira nodded and stepped around the corner and started to charge.
Unfortunately, the opponents were alert and the girls quiet talk had been heard, so instead of rushing into a group of surprised men unaware of their presence, the quartet stepped into a hail of lead and gas. Flarelight coughed and saw the red soldiers had formed two ranks, front kneeling, rear standing. The hellish fusillade drove the women back around the corner confused and choking from the caustic gas grenades that had been thrown their direction. Flarelight turned to drop a trip mine, and had just placed it prior to arming it, when a foo came down on top of the mine. She looked up at a rifle butt that smashed her in the face.
The dim hum of the emergency transporter whisked her away to the hospital, along with the others. A few minutes later, all four had been revived and healed by the emergency room meta-healers. Atlas sat down on the bench outside, being the first one revived. As the red-haired white-winged woman waited for the others, she tried to figure out what she could do to close ground on an enemy waiting for them. Flarelight came out next and stood next to Atlas Angel for a moment, her dark black and white suit a close match and proclaimed both members of Next Gen, Inc. “Those locos blew holes in my uniform Heaths, now I gotta get another one? I think I want take der Koste offa diesen hides.” “Wayall, ya wanna do that sis, ya have ta catch 'em first”, Atlas said with a smile. The two women waited for the other two and then sped off in a group back the office building in Perez Park.
Once inside the women carefully sped to the location where the “marching band from hell”, as Atlas Angel had so succinctly put it, had devastated them. Flarelight turned on her invisibility device, which sputtered momentarily before settling into a slight hum, and she disappeared from view. A quick step around the corner brought her a fusillade from the archaic weapons, and the strange ammunition spread a choking, acidic gas which shorted out her device's light-bending capability. The battle was immediately joined as the three women rushed to aid their fourth. Screams and the metallic clash of metal-on-metal echoed in the hallway, and a final volley dropped the heroes, and the emergency teleporter once again deposited them in the immediate emergency room for meta-humans.
“Next tahm sis, make sure'n they cain't hear you either” Atlas Angel said to Flarelight with a touch of dry humor. Morgana Keira, nodded, and added “we should also maybe study them more before taking them out?” “Yeah right, like I'm gonna study anyone when they shoot at me” said Flarelight irritably. “I'm serious about that” said the white-skinned black-haired woman. “We need to know what they are and why they are here.” “I'm agreeing with Morgana, we should be checking things out before going in” said Dark-Stryke. “We check out as we shoot... recon by fire” said Flarelight, who was clearly angry about being shot.
To Be Continued....
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