Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

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Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by Magnetar » Tue Oct 09, 2018 7:57 pm


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When it comes to battling the extraordinary, there's always a risk that one might lose sight of the everyday. Planetary defense becomes meaningless if the planet's individual residents are beset by evil. Maybe that was why, Rust thought, he was part of the equation that made up Magnetar. The human element of humankind's protection.

It was that human element which drew the Front Line together over California, called from their secluded island base on a mission to investigate - and if need be, neutralize - the threat posed by a being known only as the Executioner. The team sat in the back of Nicolas Pendragon's stealth jet, reviewing footage of the Executioner found in two places.

The first was Aberdeen. Magnetar and Atlas had been present there, warring against the uncanny horrors brought forth by the ARMADA. It had been the Executioner, though, who delivered the killing blow, displaying an inordinate amount of power that had simply ripped through the massive beast. At the time, Rust had considered her admirable, another superhero possessing great strength who put her life on the line to protect the innocent.

That had changed, though, when the fledgling superheroine Prism relayed a dire message - that the Executioner, true to her name, now sought to lay blame upon an innocent, and complete her task. From the way Kelly had spoken of her, she didn't sound human. In fact, nobody seemed to know what she was. All that power packed into a single being, now threatening to go after someone who was for all intents and purposes a civilian, meant it was time for the Line to step in.

The second block of footage was more mystifying. It seemed that the Executioner was fond of partying, and in uniform, too. Trying to track her down had only turned up videos of drinking and dancing, usually in the United States. If that was how they'd find her, so be it. Terminus had gotten to worrk immediately, processing the data with times posted in order to triangulate an approximate location. Using the open internet to hunt down a suspect was child's play for the renowned machinist, after all.

Now they waited quietly within the jet for a hit. It could be a blurry photo taken at a bar, or maybe a video of a beer chug; anything tagging relevant results would pop up, and they'd close in.

For now they waited. Rust tapped his massive booted foot on the plane floor, eyes on the holograms. Thinking of what Prism had said, and what he'd promised in return.

We'll handle it, he'd said. That was it. She'd asked him not to do to the Executioner what she was going to do to Arin. He knew they'd try their best. There was right and wrong, and he had to do right. He had the strength to do it. All three of them did. They were going to handle it.

That was just a fact, he told himself. They'd handle it.


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Re: Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by LunaHawk » Tue Oct 09, 2018 8:29 pm

The Executioner was indeed at a bar, standing around a pool table and playing with a pool stick while someone else took a shot. "Six dollars on the chick." Someone said.

"Six dollars? Rough night?" She teased. She waited until it was her turn and then moved to the table, choosing one of her color and lining up the shot. All eyes were on her, not in the least bit because taking the shot meant leaning over the table and this was the sort of establishment where people weren't ashamed of looking. She smirked, took the shot and stood up again, casually rubbing dust onto the edge of the pool stick. The ball fell neatly into the pocket.

"Six dollars huh?" She asked with a sarcastic grin. It felt good to be out again. She'd been taking it a littl easier while her body healed but the damage was all repaired now and she could go back to enjoying a full night life. No doubt her brother would come in looking for her soon enough but...that was half the fun. He pretended she wasn't going to go out, she went out anyway and then he'd give her some time before coming by to interrupt things. There were times of course when she didn't want things interrupted with a particular individual, but he knew those too.

That was the great thing about being a Binary, your other half knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. She'd met a few people that were a little creeped out on their closeness since she arrived on Earth, but that was their problem. Today she could relax. Tomorrow they had to get to work tracking down the foul creatures that had trapped the poor unofrtunate Armada in an armored shell it never wanted.

As for taking someone home today? Not at a bar like this.

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Post by illirica » Tue Oct 09, 2018 9:43 pm

She'd gone out, after she'd said she wasn't going to.

The Pardoner understood. She'd needed to go out, just like she'd needed to assuage his concerns by telling him she wasn't going to. To be perfectly honest, he was glad she'd gone out. She needed something to take her mind off of the Armada situation. She'd needed to go out, and pretend that the situation was handled, because she'd told him about it. Because she trusted him to make the decision, or to pretend that he was the one making the decision for her.

He didn't blame her. She was the Executioner. She was the one whose hand struck, when the time came. It was a heavy hand, that bore a heavy burden. The burden of deciding was too much to add to it, and so she let him carry that burden for her - to be there to acknowledge the decision they both understood, so that she could believe that the decision was out of her hands.

Some hands were made for questions and answers. Others, for blood. When the time came for an execution, she would handle it. Until then, let her pretend that someone else was in control. Let her pretend to lose control for a while. It was good for her, he thought. Of course, she also needed someone there to make sure she didn't... pretend a little too hard, so to speak.

He didn't need to ask her where she'd gone - she was his Binary Twin. He knew where she was just as well as he knew where he was. He gave her the gift of ignorance for a while, and when enough time had passed, he'd give her the gift of sensibility. The bar she'd chosen tonight was not a nice one. The Pardoner stood in the street for a moment, shaking his head, then sighed and pushed the door open to the interior. Dingy, gray, filled with people looking for excuses. He wasn't in the habit of making excuses for people who didn't deserve it, though.

She was there, courting attention. A pool cue in her hand, playing to the crowd. The Pardoner cleared his throat, a quiet sound, and caught her eye with a stern look. Not enough to stop her. Just enough to remind her who - and what - she was. Time to stop pretending. He walked to the bar, waving a hand over an empty stool, alchemy transmuting years of dust and dirt and questionable other substances into nothing but air, then sat down and nodded to the bartender.

"Give me her tab," he said, unobtrusively. Sometimes, she managed to get by the whole night without having one, letting other people pay for the mistakes she was trying to make. Other nights, she put her trust in him instead. He had a feeling tonight was going to be the latter. She needed someone to trust, tonight. "I'll handle it."

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Re: Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by Terminus » Tue Oct 09, 2018 11:14 pm

The plane was in idle mode, for the moment. It flew in slow, wide circles above the American Midwest, high above the clouds, and out of range of any commercial airliner's flight path. The Front Line, for the first time in its short history, was on war footing. Magnetar had brought a... situation to their attention. More fucking extraterrestrials.

In general, Nicolas didn't have any sort of problem with the residents of other worlds. He'd been off-planet a few times, and generally found the sentients he met there to be agreeable. Here, though? On Earth? That only conjured up memories of D.C., where one of those aliens, come to take over this world, had critically injured Atom. Mitch Stervos' death was as much on that monster's head as anyone's.

Then Magnetar had contacted the team about the so-called Executioner, which was a name that wasn't foreboding or anything. A high-powered alien who was apparently interested in 'passing judgement' on a fifteen year-old who'd helped contain the Nebraska event. Needless to say, they had no intention of letting that happen.

While the plane continued to drift around the sky, Pendragon examined the map. It was a holographic, topographical representation of the contiguous United States. While he examined it, his armor's A.I. was combing social media feeds and government sources, for hints at the location of the 'Binary.'

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One of several possible locations lit up. There had been a few vague posts about a 'hero' in some bar or supermarket, but nothing concrete. This, though, happened to feature actionable intelligence. Pictures. A little blurry, but still clearly the same being that they were looking for.

"We've got a hit," he informed the group. "New Mexico. Plane's already on course." Indeed, as he spoke, the vehicle was already adjusting course. They'd be there soon, both thanks to general proximity, and his own designs, making the plane faster than just about anything that wasn't super-sonic. "A bar. Wonderful. Only thing worse than an infanticidal Class-A cape is an intoxicated infanticidal Class-A cape."

Nicolas gestured in the direction of his armor, and the Terminus wrapped itself around him, individual pieces assembling themselves into a cohesive whole. There was a moment of darkness, before his HUD came online.

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"So. What do we know about these 'Binaries?' Power level, special abilities? Personality? I'm not looking for a fight, but..." The unspoken implication was obvious. They'd go to war, if they had to. Not just with the Executioner, but her whole damn species, if they had to.

Not like we don't have the weapons for it.

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Re: Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by Magnetar » Wed Oct 10, 2018 1:01 am


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"I know she can take a hit," Rust rumbled through Magnetar's voice. There was a certain clarity that came with becoming the Thunderer, an ancient wisdom that guided his words, his actions. An intuition of sorts, born of millennia of battle. It was sublime, always knowing what to say, what to do. Even if doing those things was hard, he still had a sense that they were what had to be done. It wasn't like being Rust. Rust came with doubt.

"Focused energy bursts probably powerful enough to hurt me. Flight."

Magnetar had stopped tapping his foot the moment the conversation began. Professional like a soldier, he kept thinking. Just do the job. Same thing as fighting a monster. This one just happened to be pretending to be a person.

"She's someone who does the right thing sometimes. She believes in what she does. Her identity is constructed around it. That means they're not going to back down." Sad fact. He slapped his hammer down into his hand.

"Shame."


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Re: Fight Night

Post by Atlas » Sat Oct 13, 2018 6:04 pm

He hadn't visited Elizabeth's grave, yet.

It was an odd thought to have suddenly pop into his head while flying above a B-52's cruising altitude over the American Midwest. But— he had thought about it, unfortunately, and the revelation had been stuck in his head ever since he boarded the stealth jet. The dreams were getting worse. The nights where he had nightmares were awful. Keeping a brave face was simple enough, but it was going to start affecting his temperament and performance soon. It was a strong feeling, this... dread of the rising pit in his stomach.

Ever since Nebraska, those feelings just wouldn't quit. Dreams, horribly lifelike and realistic dreams of Elizabeth that kept happening.

Night after night.

Day after day.

Sighing to himself, Brock stared out the window at the passing clouds and moonlight that shown through them all.

Through the detached perception that his introspective retreat brought, Magnetar spoke. They won't back down. LaVerne furrowed his brow at the thought and stepped away from the viewport, crossing his arms.

"That's too early to call," Atlas began, flashing his gaze to Nick for a moment before looking back to Magnetar.

"And if we go in with that mindset, it's not going to help things. If they fight, they fight— but that means violence is a last resort. Especially for me."

Having a building fall on you and getting buried under rubble tends to be an enlightening experience about the limits of your own mortality.

Turthfully, Brock couldn't say he was entirely excited to engage with these Binary folk. If they were belligerent, that wouldn't entirely bode well for him, seeing as the only thing he really had that could make a dent in the two was Höllenfeuer. Crossfire always had a habit of getting thrown LaVerne's way, and he wasn't itching for confrontation, given his recent injuries. The brace on his back and legs, hidden by his uniform, reminded him of that every time he took a stiff step.

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Re: Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by Terminus » Sat Oct 13, 2018 6:35 pm

Nicolas glanced at his team-mate. From within the Terminus, he could see the braces he'd helped design, highlighted under the man's armor. He'd flagged both LaVerne and Magnetar as friendlies in the armor's threat-detection systems, but that didn't stop it from analyzing weak points. Just in case.
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"Yeah. Well... si vis pacem, para bellum, no?"

Pendragon didn't really expect either of them to be fluent in Latin. Though Rust might be, with an Old God in his head. Something to ask about. The phrase was common enough, though. Especially in military circles. If you wish for peace, prepare for war.

Another few moments passed, before the plane alerted him to the fact that they were nearing their destination.

"Landing in five," he informed the team. "Magnetar, you're on point. If it comes to combat, I'll cover at range, you take melee." He turned to Atlas. "If you can, cover civilians. We don't need excessive collateral damage on our first public appearance, and your shield is probably the only thing among all of us that could block one of their full-force attacks."

With his tactical recommendations given, the Armorer silently ceded command to his hammer-weilding ally. As the plane silently landed, in the middle of an empty street, and the exit ramp descended, he took up the right flank behind Magnetar, gesturing with a tilt of his head for Brock to match him on the left.

"Let's get to work."

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Re: Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by Magnetar » Sun Oct 14, 2018 4:02 am


The bar door opened wide with a single push from his large hand, the sounds of the outside mingling with the thumping bass of the music that emanated from within. The Thunderstruck Man's massive frame blocked any outdoor light, and his head came almost to the ceiling. The red cape flowed behind his armored body, and his hammer was in his hand. Terminus stood behind and to his right, and Atlas was on his left.

There she is. His nostrils almost flared. What was he thinking about? The number of times he'd blown through a bar like back in the mountains, maybe. There was a tension in him, invisible, a flood held back only by the smallest of dams. This was what he was chosen for, right? Fight to stop people from getting hurt. Simple. But they'd take it slow, for Brock's sake.

He rolled his neck. The song skipped and dropped. All eyes shifted to the trio, then back to the woman playing pool. Some folks drunk, some sober, all silent. Nobody knows exactly what's about to happen. The big guy doesn't look like he's in a good mood.

Magnetar spoke.

"You."

The word carried across the bar. It almost had an echo to it.

"Executioner. We're the Front Line. Let's talk about Arin Gestalt."

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Re: Fight Night [Front Line / Binaries]

Post by LunaHawk » Sun Oct 14, 2018 6:13 am

The Executioner looked over from where she was wrapping up her pool game when her name was called out. She'd indicated with a glance to her brother when he came in that she wanted to finish the game before she joined him. Now though, there was a more pressing need to stop. She pulled out the money she'd bet on the game and put it down, set the cue down and walked over to stand beside her brother. She examined the man addressing her for a moment, recognizing him from Aberdeen. A micro expression crossed her face for an absurdly short amount of time. Her brother would recognize it as a flash of anger, though not directed at the people here.

So the girl sends attack dogs.

"Sure." She said with a shrug. Her brother had been right about the tab, fortunately the bartender was collecting on that now and moving away from what he thought might be the kind of confrontation he'd have to call insurance about. She leaned back against the bar, resting her arms on the surface and instantly taking away any sort of threatening posture of perceived desire for conflict. "Next time tell Prism to come talk to me in person." She said, allowing her frustration with this whole thing happening to show through for a moment. "But we're all ears, what is it about Arin Gestalt you want to talk about?"

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Post by illirica » Sun Oct 14, 2018 1:56 pm

There was a man in a helmet.

Strange. Usually she would have mentioned something like that.

Arin Gestalt. Ah. That cleared things up somewhat. That must be the Arin that was tied in with that rogue robot in South Dakota. Gestalt, hm? The Pardoner hadn't thought they'd had that much information. That was helpful. The tone was not, though, nor was the way his sister reacted. She was angry. Frustrated. Something about the rainbow girl.

The Pardoner wasn't stupid enough to be touching that issue. When his sister had first come back from Aberdeen, she'd been quite enamored of the young girl. Apparently the kid had mistaken the Executioner for a superhero. That didn't happen often. She'd gone to visit the kid in the hospital after a couple days, and come back... less enamored. Oh, he knew what had happened, of course. She'd told him. Personally, he thought the Executioner wasn't upset because the girl treated her like everyone else did: he thought she was upset because she almost hadn't.

Their prerogative here didn't involve kindness to children, though, no matter how well-intentioned the children might be. Their prerogative involved negation of threats like that posed by the Armada unit and its creators.

She'd already tagged him into the situation with the Binary "we," so the Pardoner leaned back on his stool, resting his elbows on the counter behind him and waiting to see how this unfolded.

Whatever it was, they'd handle it.

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