Incursion: Riptide [Closed]

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Incursion: Riptide [Closed]

Post by Revolt » Fri May 22, 2020 2:08 am

Terminal, Pre-Operation
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Despite all efforts to the contrary, Hector Williams remained in stasis, a mindless body supported by life-giving systems that could give him only the illusion of life, nothing approaching life itself. Revolt's hand rested against the outside of the stasis chamber, using the time between the briefing and the mission to be here, with him. Nicolas was busy with a hundred little last-minute technological developments, so it was just her and the dead man who had once been her partner.

"I'm sorry."

Since she was fairly sure he couldn't hear her, she didn't know why she was even saying it - doubly so since she was fairly sure he wouldn't have wanted to hear it, if he could. She had killed him, after all.

She'd tried to bring him back. "I hate leaving you here like this. I wanted to bring you with me. Figure it out back home." Nicolas was having none of that, though, because he still thought a dead man was his best friend. Revolt supposed she couldn't exactly blame him - but she didn't want to oppose him, either. There was no sense fighting a losing battle, not when there were other battles to be fought.

"If you wake up while I'm gone..." What? What could she possibly say that would explain all this to him? Hey, sorry I missed you, we're in a different dimension? Somehow that didn't quite seem like enough information - that, or it was too much information entirely.

"Well. I hope you don't hate me." The likelihood of that was not particularly good, was it? Revolt didn't waste too much time on pointless hopes. Better to keep it professional. "It's not personal. You know how it is, Williams."

"Necessary sacrifices."

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Operation Commencement
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The other dimension's portal certainly made a lot more fuss about all this than Dimension Tide did. Dimension Tide was simply activated by wristwatch and the science of being there, none of this messy crossing over business. It was a good effort, though, and she was quietly impressed that they'd pulled it off so quickly - but then again, why wouldn't they? Nicolas was a genius.

It only took a moment and she was back home again, or close to it. Viewed from space, her Earth was... exactly as it looked in images of Earth viewed from space. Revolt wasn't about to waste time on sentimentality. She had a mission to complete - just like everyone else here.

The last of them - Capacitor's group - stepped through, and promptly vanished. Since Nicolas wasn't having an anxiety attack, this was apparently planned, probably for her benefit.

>Aw, Nicolas, you shouldn't have.

His paranoia amused her, mostly because she found it so comforting. She contented herself to the single private message of acknowledgement, though - it wasn't time to play nice. It was time to get things done. Capacitor's team was going to go find the kids that were what had sparked off their agreement to help in the first place, Terminus' team was going to go break Project X's stronghold and - ideally - Project X.

And her team was to find this Dimension Tide device and destroy it, leaving Revolt with no way to retrieve Williams from their hands other than by the alternate dimension's own questionable generosity. Well. They would see how that went.

Despite her reservations, Revolt was definitely interested in finding out more about Dimension Tide and how it worked - and who had been using it, and where, and why. Project X was too territorial for her own good, and Revolt had the distinct feeling that she was looking for an empire to expand into. The last thing Revolt needed was for her to develop a power base and come back and attack with an army.

Right now, of course, they didn't have the faintest idea where the device was, and that meant that step one was to locate it using any means at their disposal. She adjusted her position slightly, then flicked open the communications line that she'd used previously with the government and the Green Knight.

>Request status update.
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-This thread is for the interdimensional assault Team 3: Baron Proton, Magnusson, Maximum Man, and Revolt.
-Before posting, take a look at the Solar Flare thread, because it sets up the pre-scene a little bit.
-Feel free to post in any order.

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Post by LunaHawk » Fri May 22, 2020 3:11 am

It started with little warning, a little tickle at the back of the mind and then a tsunami of raw telepathic power slamming into the minds of the new arrivals. The wave wasn't an attack, it was merely the over-pressure of a massive mind turning its attention to people new to its awareness. Their arrival hadn't gone unnoticed by Source, their clarity of vision was an immediate threat to the grand illusion. What followed the tsunami was the attack, an invasion attempt on the mind that sought to alter perception.

For the brief moment they were unmolested the ruination of Earth was obvious from their high altitude. Entire cities were just--dark. New York in particular should have been busy but instead a pal of something unpleasant hung over it as a cloud. It was decay--the decaying matter of a countless citizens slain as one. Other cities too bore the marks of the damage, less busy than they should have been. Air traffic existed, but was thin.

The invading mind sought to change all of that, if it could, the immense power of its brain would replace ruins and corpses with the beauty of a world still sane--a world more like the one they knew than the one they'd come to. It wasn't a careful art, nor was it precise, the invading mental presence was like a jackhammer to pavement--not because it wanted to be--but because it barely knew how to control its own power. Source had come to change their view of the world, lest they illuminate others.

There was one exception to this, Revolt.

Revolt instead received a response on her com line.

"Found Source--moving to destroy." Coordinates followed, the coordinates to a small house in a small town out in the middle of no where--where no one played anymore.

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Post by MAXIMUM MAN » Fri May 22, 2020 3:43 am


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It was almost time to begin and MAXIMUM MAN could feel the tensions among his team, the events in the planning room hadn't gone as well as he wished. His stepping in wasn't exactly the best way to resolve things but, sometimes you had to be stern. This felt like one of those times even if he had made sure Novak knew there were no hard feelings while they were all getting ready.

He understood the mistrust that most of them had with her given their track record. He also knew that anyone could turn on you at any point. He had enemies turn into allies and allies...turn into enemies. In situations like these it was best to trust that those who were at your side would do the right thing but, plan for them to do the wrong one.


He held his helmet, leaned against his vehicle, and looked out at this world. In alot of ways he was like Revolt. A hero from another earth, this place was his earth as much as it was hers. He had to put himself in her shoes, if his society made an attack against this time's version, he knew that he would take the side of who he deemed was right. He could only hope that Revolt would do the same. He was ready to work alongside her if she did and take her down if she didn't



The arrival on the alternate earth was quick, it felt similar to the transition between timelines just without the temporal nausea of being thrust backwards. When they arrived on the other side MAXIMUM MAN began flipping switches inside his FALCON-07. He had recently installed two new engines of his own design which, he reverse engineered from his current gravity engines. These were meant to help with his 0-G mobility given he'd never had to deal with the lack of gravity. He'd dealt with a lack of atmosphere but, the interstellar races were conducted on a track with artificial gravity. They were originally just to help him get up to The Empryean and now they were going to prove even more useful.

His hands went into auto-pilot before something started jamming its way into his mind. It felt like some kind of temporal drill being driven through his frontal lobe. He clutched his helmet and had to bite back the cries of pain. As the effects of the illusion began to set into his mind he quickly took hold of his controls and launched himself forwards. He had a job to do and that was to discover the location of the Dimension Tide. He had Pendragon install the scanner onto his center console and made use of his speed to ping for its location.

The entire time he flew through the blackness of space he could feel whatever was in his brain starting to take hold. His eyes began viewing their earth, not how it was but, as they wanted him to see it. It was like an old television where the signal was starting to come through. The more he saw it the more he accepted it as truth.

He held onto a single thought in his mind, don't get compromised. If they set any type of illusion into his brain that would make him a potential threat to their mission. He needed to ground himself and the only way to do that was through speed. He took a deep breath and flipped open his center console. A small gold cylinder with a needle and some blue fluid sat inside. He jammed his thumb against the needle, letting droplets of his blood fall into the fluid before slamming it shut.

He struggled through the pain, the altered image of their earth becoming more and more clear, and hit a big red button. His MAXIMUM ENERGY infused blood was shot into his engines and they roared to life sending his vehicle hurtling through space faster than he could have processed. The faster he went the faster his brain was forced to process the things he saw. The faster he had to process them the more the illusion seemed to fall apart. Lapping around the earth he saw both worlds and desperately clung onto the version he knew was real.

It would take him 120 seconds to loop the planet with his scanner actively looking for the location of the dimension tide. He opened a line of communication with the others in his party. He wasn't sure if any of them had been affected which meant he needed to dispell the illusion as much as he could. Parts of the false world still flickered into view however, he held onto the truth in his mind with the iron grip of justice.

"They've launched some kind of mental assault against us. If you're seeing their world as one that is alive...you've been affected."

Seeing the reality of this alternate reality hurt his heart more than he could show. He could feel the pain and despair that clearly blanketed the land. It helped ground him in their reality. The pain of knowing that if you had been there this could've been avoided and lives could've been saved was the curse of a hero. So was accepting that even if someone's intentions are just it doesn't excuse their actions.

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Post by Magnusson » Fri May 22, 2020 4:32 am

Though thinner in face and form than he had been when he'd first set foot on the Earth, William retained the same predatory spark of intelligence in his eye that had before shone through the stone visage of Magnetar. He wore a simple red cape over his fit golden garment, a sleek bodysuit made more for comfort than combat. He'd had no interaction with Teja Docesznic (the true Teja Docesznic) before the mission began, but he was an exceedingly patient being, and was content to leave engagement with her as a reward for success in this ill-conceived invasion of another world. Or at least, that was how it would be perceived, if the supers there had as iron a grip on that world as they did this one.

Interdimensional politics did not concern him. Humans were low enough beings as it was - the shades of humans they'd encounter on the other world were lower than that, were such a thing even possible. Mere duplicate echoes of creatures from the Earth Above, the greatest of all worlds...they were one step above purely imaginary beings. If you start caring about the people of every alternate Earth, when do you stop? Do you begin to berate yourself for all the suffering occurring across every possible continuum? These inferior duplicates held no value to him. They weren't even worth mistreatment.

When he passed through the doorway, alongside Revolt, Novak, and Maximum Man, his eyes came to rest on the darkened world below.

For a moment, he was gripped by a most curious urge, an urge to reach out and simply lay waste to everything he could see.

Just to do it.

It'd be a sick thing to do. This is the same way, he thought, that lower beings feel when they have a sudden desire to run a car off the road, or jump from a high place, or scream into the middle of the night.

It would be a poor choice, and so he did not follow through. He was no animal.

Then the world rejected him, assaulting his eyes with dual-image illusion. His many-layered mind felt the outer layers, the perceptive ones, shudder and give way; there was a curious overlapping sensation in his vision, in which life appeared to go normally, down on the surface. The Son of the Eldest saw with more than mere eyes, though. His other senses - the same senses which raise the hairs on the back of one's neck - were far more attuned. Human beings didn't even have names for them. And these senses felt the wrongness and waste of the mirror world before them. The perversion and nausea that saturated the entire fake universe, like a virtual reality simulation. A divergent echo.

Fascinating, he thought, though that was but an approximation of the alien word he'd chosen. The word he'd thought signaled far more disgust.

His could either allow himself to be tricked, and see the world as his manipulator desired, or fight, constantly, the trick of the illusion. Adaptation would take precious time, and he didn't want to be exposed. It was like allowing a louse into your hair, just so you could crush it. Alternatively, he could fight against it, and waste valuable brainpower doing so. It would slow him in combat, in everything.

Blast it.

(Another euphemism for an alien phrase.)

Before he could punish whoever assaulted his mind, there was the matter of a certain task he'd decided to undertake while here. His Task Orb had conducted the appropriate scan; nothing too fancy or secure, just the basic internet for census files. Satisfied with the result - and a little surprised, given the fact that this Copy Earth had a far smaller human population - he prepared to embark on a minor errand.

With apologies to Nicolas Pendragon.

Looking down at his wrist at Terminus' device, he telekinetically decoupled every individual piece of it, breaking nothing, but simply disassembling it into its many disparate parts. His skill at moving objects without touch did not extend to lifting great weights or hurling force blasts; it was, at the moment, a mere parlor trick. But it was also extremely precise. Each piece swirled about in his hand, before being sucked into the Orb. He did the same with the communicator, wary of any tricks that remained within it.

There was no sound in the vacuum of space. Though he could use his powers to vibrate the inner jawbones of the allies in his proximity, stimulating them to receive the exact message he intended.

"I'll meet up with you later. Try not to die, or they'll blame me for your incompetence."

There'd be a great deal of crying over the errand he was about to run, even if he was only about to be gone for a mere seven minutes, by his calculation.

The Orb flew into his palm, and he accelerated away from the group, towards the surface of the shade-shifting Earth.

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Post by James Novak » Fri May 22, 2020 7:24 pm

Baron Proton and the Heroes of Normal Earth head to Earth-D! Proton's mind will be poisoned by the thunderous “Overview Effect”! Earth-D’s psychic defense will try to trick his mind! How will our hero fight back the forces that try to make him lose control?! Find out below!



James Novak had never been to space.

He had been to the Empyrean, but he had never even looked out into the Earth before. Novak figured that since he had seen that angle from pictures, it wasn’t worth the time to look at from up there.

Novak quickly found out that he was wrong. The Earth from its outer layers gave him a sense of unimaginable vulnerability. Humanity truly was just a little grain inside a speck of blue in the giant void that was the universe.

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Everything felt so fragile from up there. It almost felt dirty to even want to come in and fight people. The way that the clouds intertwined with thin brush strokes, made it look like he was watching an impressionist masterwork unravel before him.

He had to hold back a tear.

As another superhero in a long line of superheroes, he wondered if he was even the first person in his family to reach the final frontier. He wondered how they felt when they first experienced it. He wondered if he would be the last in his line to see it.

Novak was never sure if he wanted kids, but at that moment he did. He wanted to be famous during his lifetime and didn’t really care what the revisionists would say afterwards. Novak never believed in God, but he understood why he never felt the need to get closer when he could see it all from there.

A deep breath emitted itself out of his mouth. It was almost as if the breath had taken a life of its own and tried to escape from the spacesuit into the outer atmospheres. The little breath of air trying to join all the little clouds of hot air as if it was one of them. The same breath that vanished in his visor a few moments after.

He felt his fingers crack as he made a fist, but they made no cracking sound. He did it again because the sensation was a tad unreal to him. The whole experience felt like a lucid dream where he was dancing naked in the clouds, free from responsibility and the burdens of aspirations.

A tear finally escaped him, because he knew the moment wouldn’t last.

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Post by illirica » Fri May 22, 2020 7:45 pm

The response to Revolt's query came back immediately, not from the government, but from Knight. He'd switched over to a more private line, the one they had used perviously when she'd first started working with him months ago. The idea that his group had managed to locate Source, the person or technology responsible for the world-overlay, proved that things had been progressing interestingly in her absence.

She responded via the same channel:

>Understood. Assets present? Assistance needed?

Reaper, Knight, Shadow Cat, Special Forces. That was quite the extensive team they'd managed to assemble. Revolt wasn't sure exactly what 'Special Forces' meant in this context, that was a new one to her and no one was bothering to send a memo.

Assistance would be good. As many people as possible for this one.

Good to know. She wasn't surprised that Source wasn't going to be a pushover. What was a surprise, though, was the message that came in next, almost simultaneously - not from Knight, but from her secured government line.

Revolt. Knight's gone rogue. Updating your security clearance. Protect Source at all costs. Be advised: Reaper working with Knight, situation unknown.

Damn. She'd expected complications, but this was a bit much even right now. Fortunately, the rest of her team seemed content to sit around waiting - at least, that was her assumption, until Maximum Man broke in with a report about a mental assault that they'd evidently been dealing with while she'd been getting updates. That was... interesting. Either it meant that whatever blanketed their world was intrinsic and everyone got hit with it, or it meant that they'd already been discovered. Revolt wasn't sure which of those was worse, especially given the new intel on the state of things.

Knight had told her that once people knew it was an illusion, the illusion broke. It had worked for her, it probably worked for everyone else - if the rest of the team hadn't already fought it off on their own, Maximum Man's announcement would solve that problem, at least. Good, one thing accomplished - time to get the team moving on the next step.

Before she had a chance to figure out what the next step was going to be, Weltgeistsohn delivered his little message and dropped off towards the horizon.

She was going to kill him. None of Terminus' apologies would make up for this. It took only a second to hit Terminus' control device to boot him back to the other dimension where he'd be someone else's problem - but the device did nothing. Given that she trusted Nicolas much more than she trusted Magnusson, that meant he'd broken it somehow - he'd planned this.

"Eldest bastard. And you people wonder why I think they should all be executed." Ideally, by her - but that wasn't going to happen right now, was it? She had a mission to complete. She took a moment to exhale, and made sure that Weltgeistsohn was locked out of their team comms before approaching the new situation. Maximum Man seemed ready for anything. Baron Proton was suspiciously silent, but Revolt knew that something that good couldn't last, so she needed to make the most of the moment while she could.

"Unless anyone else needs to have a moment, we have new intel on the situation. I still don't have data on Tide, but there's a bit of a showdown. Knight and friends - including Reaper and Shadow Cat, the woman who pulled your academy kids, plus more I don't know - are apparently trying to take out a government secure location. Government wants me to stop them. Knight wants me to come help him out, because apparently he thinks everyone is as disloyal as he is and still thinks I'm on his side. I don't intend to disabuse him of the notion until convenient. Given that my orders have changed, I'm going down there to try to take them out."

Hopefully, what she'd said in the briefing about potentially talking some sense into Reaper could be accomplished, because otherwise this was likely to be a very short fight. There was no way Revolt could take on all of those targets on her own, no matter how good she was. Not unless she had assistance. "If you want to keep scanning for Tide and stick to the initial mission plan, that's understood. We part ways amicably, potentially work together another time. If you're feeling up for it though..."

What would work, here? Revolt was used to telling people what to do and having them do it. Capacitor was better at handling people. What would she have done in this situation? Revolt sighed, minimally. "I could really use your help."

She keyed in the location she'd gotten from Knight and the government, passing it on to the other two before setting her destination and kicking her armored suit into motion, streaking down towards Earth much as Terminus had moments earlier.

A brief moment was spent returning Knight's message - they had to be courteous, after all.

>Acknowledged. On my way.

To the government, she sent nothing. With them, she didn't need to worry about deceit. Revolt fed power from the electrogenetic core implanted in her body into the exoterium core that comprised the source of her armor, the living metal hungrily absorbing the energy and using it to grow, tendrils twisting out in all directions as she broached the atmosphere, twirling and coiling themselves around her like the mantle of a deep sea creature - an octopus or squid or some other horror from below brought unto the skies.
They caught the impact of the ground, exoterium flexing, bending, breaking, then gathering itself and knitting itself back together, trailing behind her in a lashing cloak of metallic strands. They twisted beneath her, pulling her up out of the crater she'd left on impact as she moved in on the location.

Someone had made some very poor judgment calls about what she was here for.

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Post by LunaHawk » Sat May 23, 2020 2:14 am

The little house in the middle of nowhere was surrounded by a twenty foot tall fence, topped with razor wire, and patrolled by nearly a platoon of US Government infantry. A single armored gate provided the only means of entrance and it was topped with a pair of autocannons and flanked by two Abrams tanks. Four infantry were already dead, the unfortunate remains of an equally unfortunate patrol. The last of them was hitting the dirt as Revolt arrived on scene, blood pouring from a blade wound to his chest. Alaecyn, in very different armor than Revolt had ever seen him, stood over the corpse. Shadow Cat was no where visible and a number of Romanian special forces were taking up positions, preparing for a direct assault on the gate. Reaper stood, staring at the house and--doing something else.

What could only be described as the souls of the dead lifted from their corpses and flew to Reaper, swirling into her shadows and vanishing forever. Reaper's eyes flared and faded but she didn't respond to the consumption, or Revolt's arrival. She stood entirely still.

Alaecyn turned to face Revolt.
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"This is the part where you choose your side. Side with Source, or side with us. Source has lied to the world, manipulated it, allowed the Shadow Government control of everything--even the US government. If you're as loyal to them as you say you should free them from their bondage to Source." His voice was deeper, less human.

Reaper turned her attention to Revolt. She didn't speak, but like the ghost from a Christmas Carol, she simply reached out and pointed. She pointed to the house and the gate and returned her gaze there.

At roughly the same moment Maximum Man was doing his liberation run around the planet his scanner picked up a gigantic energy flare in orbit. In this way Dimension Tide revealed itself to his probing scans. It was a huge satellite, easily the size of the Empyrean back home and yet once the flare was gone it barely registered any energy at all, almost entirely dormant. The objective was there, if they wanted to take it now--or they could all do something entirely different--because apparently that's how this team rolled.

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Post by illirica » Sat May 23, 2020 3:05 am

The location was smaller than she would have thought - not a base so much as a house. Despite its diminutive stature, the place was protected by an extraordinarily high fence, razor-wired at the top. The government forces were there as well, cannons and tanks and corpses.

Knight was there, responsible for at least one of the corpses, as it was still falling when she arrived. Mercenaries were taking up position, despicable.

Revolt ignored them, holding up a hand to silence Knight's current inanities, focusing solely on one woman. Ca-

No. Not her.

After eight months, though, there was an instinctive part of Revolt who wanted to pretend the woman was Capacitor. She wasn't, though, any more than Revolt was. Merely a visage of her - as she had always been. The image in the mirror, when Revolt was bereft of her armor. A woman. Green eyes. Platinum blonde hair. A whisper of static between her fingertips. Everything that she had become, or was becoming.

"Reaper."

Familiar eyes met the implacable mask of Revolt's armor, and her meaningless gesture arrested any other moments of consequence. Revolt was painfully aware of how alone she was - something that had never bothered her before. In fact, she'd generally preferred to operate alone, or with a unit for support - assets, but never equals. The way the groups had come together and been prepared to rely on one another had been awe-inspiring, in its own way. Weltgeistsohn's leaving had been a rupture, and she'd been surprised how uncomfortable it had been.

And she had been asked to do the same, mere moments later.

She'd had some words with Terminus on the way down here, over the comms - about her decisions, her loyalties, her choices. She'd thought he'd understood. She'd been wrong.

Her place was upholding her government, though, as it always had been. She had been prepared to deal with the consequences of that, even if that meant losing what little amount of Terminus' faith she'd manage to garner. She didn't need his faith, nor his friendship, if he'd even ever offered that. She'd been designed to push people away, to create distance, always. She'd thought she was used to it enough that it wouldn't hurt.

She'd been wrong about that, too.

She walked forward alone, the exoterium coils of her armor twining impatience into the space around her, warding off any that might come too close before she could hurt them. Before they could hurt her.

Even Knight had his teammates, didn't he? He'd asked her to be a part of it - nine months ago, and she'd agreed. He asked her again now, and she walked past him, her armor more expressive than her words - of those, she gave him none. She stopped in front of the mirror, the image of Death.

Reaper, too, had always worked alone. "Why?" A quiet inquiry, only for her reflection. "Why him? You deserve better."

Someone ought to say those words to her, after all these years.

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Post by LunaHawk » Sat May 23, 2020 3:28 am

Reaper looked at her for long, silent moments. Alaecyn, ignored, chose to prepare for the assault. He would deal with Revolt when she was done trying to talk to Death.

Reaper moved in, ignoring all concepts of social distance and stopped only when she was less than a foot away. "He can do what I cannot. She whispered her next statement in Revolt's ear. "Source is everything to me. I can't bring myself to do it, otherwise this would already be over. No one here poses a threat to me--but I can't do this one."

She pulled back.

"No mother could."

Reaper looked at Revolt, intrinsically aware of what Revolt saw when she looked upon her. She wondered what it was like to see yourself in the mirror, any mirror. She wondered if she could look into a mirror at all without smashing it to a thousand pieces. What would it be like to look into her own eyes?

Some questions, you would never know the answer to. She breathed and turned her eyes back to the house, looking through the walls as if they weren't there to Source within. There were so many words she wanted to speak, but none of them that she could. She closed her eyes, because there were some sights she just couldn't see any longer.

"Go in and you'll see--or don't and fight Chymera."

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Post by MAXIMUM MAN » Sat May 23, 2020 4:32 am



Very few things in the world could make the MAXIMUM MAN swear but, this was one of them. Magnusson went awol the moment they had crossed over. By the time the hero had returned he was gone and Revolt was sending them a message. She was...deviating from the mission...she had her reasons. She was doing what she deemed right and if he was in her position he may have done the same. It was easy to understand but, understanding and forgiveness were two different things. As soon as she had left he slammed his fists down against his steering wheel and connected to Pendragon.

"Terminus this is MAXIMUM MAN, do you copy?"

"Copy. What's the situation?"

"Magnuson and Revolt have abandoned the mission. I've located the dimension tide but, it's just me and Novak up here. What's your situation on the ground"

"God fucking dammit. I'll talk to Revolt, see what she's doing. If you and Novak can get inside, try to disable the thing. We're under heavy fire in Solar, but I'll try to help if I can."

"Good, I'm proposing a switch. I'm better suited at handling the ground forces. You engage the device up here, it hurts to admit but, you'll be faster than me at that. Revolt is engaging night at a separate location. She got orders from her government. Even with the solar barrier I should be able to apply some form of my powers and I've engaged X before. At minimum I can hold her off till you're free"

"I can't authorize that in full- X has a damn army of drones down here, and if your abilities are suppressed, they'll overwhelm you. If you want to join my unit and provide fire support, we could deal with X faster, and then all assault the Tide. With both Tejas going AWOL, it would be smarter to consolidate our remaining forces- those that can still be trusted."

"Isn't Solar City a...Copy that, I'll have Novak and myself head to your position. Ill authorize tracking, just give me a clear shot at X."

"Solid copy. See you soon."

He opened his cockpit and gestured for Novak to take the seat directly behind his.

"Change of plans Baron Proton, we're joining up with Pendragon's team. We're going to neutralize the threat on the ground and then take out the Dimension Tide. Hold on, and don't piss your pants."

He slammed his controls forward, maintaining a speed where Novak's body wouldn't be liquefied by the G-Forces of hyper-sonic racing while also allowing them to reach Solar City in a minimum amount of time. As they moved he sent a message to Revolt.

"Revolt, this is MAXIMUM MAN. To say I'm dissapointed would be an understatement, we're going to need to talk after this so do me a favor and don't die until I finish what we came here to do. I'll move to your position following that. May the fires of justice light your path to victory."

The comm was cut after that as the two remaining members of his team approached Solar City.

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