Multiple Settings Heroes of the New Age: The New Wardens [CLOSED]

[Sir loin of beef]

[Tom's Prologue]​

The Titanium Man, suddenly looked back at the shot that B.A.R.K. managed to get off on the robbers, and his concern grew. He had to get the situation under control quickly, before either group could start firing wildly and potentially hurting civilians.

In a fraction of a second, the half-robot half-man drew what seemed to be a modified, high-tech Desert Eagle pistol from a holster beneath his lab coat. Doing a bit of a twirl to face the extraterrestrials assailants, he aimed decisively and fired with a quick, efficient movement. The bullet shoots out, however, instead of striking one of them and drawing blood, halfway through the firing arc, it opened up into a large rope with two heavy balls on either end. The pair of bolas wrapped around the trio, and bound them tightly together, constricting and immobilizing them, preventing them from firing their laser gun, at least until they could free themselves from the rope tying them together.



Predictably, the clown robbers reacted to the sudden movement, and Lenny cried out, still clutching at his bleeding gunshot.

"OH SHIT! FUCKIN' LIGHT HIM UP, BOYS!"

And with that, the entire crew (minus Lenny, who is still injured) open fire on the mysterious lab coat wearing vigilante, with their assault rifle shots flying towards him, and yet, as the projectiles strike him in the back, there seems to be a strange, glowing energy field that hovers just millimeters above the surface of the lab coat, and extending up to protect his face and his legs as well. All of the bullets crash into said energy field and deform, before dropping harmlessly into the ground, seemingly having lost all of their momentum.

"B-boss! He's got like a fuckin' forcefield or somethin'! Oh God oh fu-!"

Before Johnny could finish that thought however, the Titanium Man had already jumped to the side with the same frightening speed as before, doing a roll before re-aiming his pistol at the clown robbers and firing another shot. This time, the bullet did strike its target: directly on the floor in front of the robbers, and immediately upon hitting its mark, a large plume of blinding white smoke rose up into the air, obscuring everyone's vision, and preventing the robbers from being able to get a clear visual on anything. However, they hear some scurrying and quick, shuffling movement sounds around them in the room.

(Zork Prologue,)

Boris and Johnny attempt to aim their guns at the where they heard the Movements Coming from, the keyword is attempt because again, there was smoke blinding them, which also made anyone not named Titanium Man or B.U.C.K or B.A.R.K start Coughing because again, this is smoke we're talking about, Also the Clown masks did not Provide good air Filtration.

Meanwhile, 'Gunther' (Zork that is) and his posse were trying to cut themselves free of the Bolas ropes, Via knives in B.U.C.Ks Feathers that "glowed to make them look Future-ey." According to the Vworpathian Scientist who had invented them, a Lad named Krang (There's a Lot of Space Guys named Krang, this is the Vworpathian guy) who was known for inventing Awesome stuff that was ultimately Impractical, (And which Zork Would Employ during his "invasion") Like a Giant Robot that Required An Extension Cord and also had a camouflage mode that Exposed the pilot, A Planet destroying weapon shaped like a Eastern style dragon that suffered from the Worst Fuel Economy in the history of the Galactic Sector the Vworpathians Hailed from. And his most infamous invention of all, A Space Game Porter 9000 that Fell into the Hands of Figures more demented than even the Galactic Conquest Club, thus Allowing "Banjo Kazooie Nuts and Bolts" To get Ported offworld. This was the last Straw that had gotten Krang exiled offworld because the Vworpathian council did not want any of the LJN NES games to Escape Earth, No one did.

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

[HECTOR PROLOGUE]​

Hector nodded, wondering what this entailed. He hoped he wasn't the only one with no experience, but at the same time, there had to be some competence in the group. If they were all like him, Hector pitied Sentinel.

"Organized crime? We really are gonna make some enemies." So I'm the organized crime guy? If only he could be the jaywalking guy, or the traffic offences guy. Hector hoped he wouldn't end up forgotten at the bottom of the St. Johns River.

Nonetheless, he answered the outreach of Sentinel's hand, shaking it firmly. "Course." When the hero finished speaking, Hector's hand froze.

"All the way up there, huh?" He guessed he shouldn't have expected a fully local operation, but there was a major complication to the idea. "Y'know I'm not paying for airfare... But I'll be there if I can." It wasn't so much a matter of not wanting to, but the fact that Hector was nearly broke. He could always try and drive, but it would be his first time out of state regardless. Hector retreated his hand back to his side.

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[joshuadim]

[HECTOR PROLOGUE - END]​

Sentinel smiled at Hector's acceptance, but also chuckled at his comment about air prices. "The people I've gotten so far are from all over the country, I wouldn't be able to pay for everyone's plane tickets." he joked with a silly grin, "Don't worry about paying or anything... my friend told me what he's making will allow for instant travel to New York whenever needed, something about teleportation or something... I'm not the technical engineering guy here." He gave Hector a pat on the shoulder before floating up in the air, "I gotta run now, but you can expect that delivery soon! Until then, see you later!" Following a wave from the hero, Sentinel quickly ascended upwards before flying off and away. And as Sentinel flew above the clouds, leaving Florida entirely, he felt happy knowing he had found another person he was confident in with both their abilities and their character.

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[NIKANDROS PROLOGUE]​

Sentinel watched with joyful anticipation as Nikandros descended from the skies, his fist and body emblazed with mythical and divine power. The hero braced himself for impact, grinning as his eyes met with those of the Scion of Pallas. The strike connected with such a force that shockwaves broke the windows in the buildings surrounding the pair, and with the mythical energies of Nikandros flowing through his veins - and the hit connecting - Sentinel was pushed backwards by the strike. A tremendous feat for anyone to accomplish, to even cause Sentinel to flinch in such a manner, but he laughed. Not out of mockery, but out of joy! Seemingly unharmed, all Nikandros had managed to do was displace Sentinel a few meters away.

"Oh yes, you really are strong. I felt that!" Sentinel said with a smile, "Mythical powers are one of the few things capable of hurting me. Here..." he said as he tore off fabric on his suit from the hole left earlier by the spear, and Nikandros could see that a small bruise had been left on the hero's chest. Sentinel gave it a gentle pat before continuing: "But this is where this duel ends, my friend. I will hold back, for your sake and mine, but I'll give you what you want." he said, before disappearing once again from Nikandros' sight. And just as quickly as the man disappeared, suddenly, Nikandros was grabbed from behind and launched up into the sky at a speed he had never felt before. Nikandors could only watch, tumbling through the air, as Baltimore was reduced to a small concrete blob amidst a sea of green and blue.

Sentinel delivered another punch into Nikandros' chest, sending him even further into the atmosphere, before being stopped and grabbed in mid-air from above followed by yet another punch that sent him careening down towards Earth. He tumbled a few thousand meters, watching the skyline below grow closer, before he was grabbed by the ankle and thrown with such a force that he flew above the heads of Madame Midnight and the unknown fiery villain attacking Baltimore. For the Scion of Pallas, he would crash straight into the Patapsco River with enough force to shake a few boats that were some hundreds of meters away and created large waves. He emerged quickly, but watched as Sentinel floated above him: "Ready to give up? Or do you really want me to knock you out?" he asked, "I'd really rather not. I'd like to talk."

 

[Elenion Aura]

Nikandros of Pallas - The Scion of War [Prologue]
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The waters of the Patapsco River began to bubble and churn, a furious roiling that sent shudders through the surrounding boats and caused waves to ripple violently toward the shore. Steam rose in ghostly tendrils from the surface, faint at first but quickly thickening, hissing and swirling in the air above. The onlookers barely had time to gasp before the river exploded outward in a cascade of mist and spray.

Nikandros erupted from the depths with a roar that rivaled the thunder. His entire body seemed to radiate heat, the crimson mist now blazing like fire along his shoulders and arms. The water that clung to his skin evaporated instantly, curling into steam that wreathed his frame like a cloak of fury. His chest heaved with ragged, exhilarated breaths, his crimson eyes glowing brighter than ever as his entire body shuddered—not from exhaustion, but from the glorious shock of pain. He had felt Sentinel’s blows, the sheer force of them ringing in his bones like the reverberation of a war drum. And yet, he stood unbroken.

To feel pain. His whole body quaked with the sensation. Magnificent. Glorious. Every fiber of his being was alive with the thrill of it, his divine blood roaring in his ears like a tempest. He threw his head back, his laughter booming across the water like a declaration of defiance.

“The Fates!” he bellowed, his voice carrying the unshakable conviction of a warrior’s oath, “Our duel ends one way, Sentinel! The Fates decree it so! And the Fates—” he slammed a fist against his bare chest, the crimson mist swirling more violently in response, “—have not whispered of my defeat!”

Without hesitation, without pause, Nikandros launched himself skyward once more, the surface of the river exploding outward in his wake. The force of his leap sent shockwaves rippling across the water, waves crashing against the shore and rocking the few brave boats still nearby. He closed the distance between himself and Sentinel in an instant, his form a streak of fiery red cutting through the air.

And then he unleashed his fury.

A flurry of blows rained down on Sentinel, relentless and unyielding. Each strike was swift, precise, and powerful, the movements of a seasoned warrior honed by divine blood. His fists were like battering rams, his knees like hammers, every strike accompanied by the crackling of the crimson energy that surged and danced around him. Nikandros moved like a storm, a whirlwind of raw, untamed might.

“You will NOT hold back!” he roared between strikes, his voice nearly drowning out the thunderous sound of their clash. “To hold back is to insult me, Sentinel! Show me your true strength!”

Even as his blows rained down, Nikandros’ grin never faltered. His teeth gleamed, his wild eyes never leaving Sentinel’s face, locked on with an intensity that could pierce even the strongest resolve. This was not anger—it was joy. Pure, unbridled joy. For in this moment, in this duel, he was alive.

And he would see it through until the very end.

 

[Roda the Red]

Derby's attention was momentarily robbed by the approaching blonde beauty, demanding her rightful serving of delectable budget chips. "Uh, sure, not gonna lie I wasn't expecting anyone to ask for 'em." He gently tossed the sour cream & onion tube at her, crumpling the now empty paper bag and storing it into his pocket (even delinquents can care about recycling, you know?) He then grabbed his own serving of the BBQ flavored ones, downing a whole three of them in one go. "Oh...abfout thaf..." he responded with a mouthful of potato. He wasn't quite sure how to answer the girl's question, just how much was he supposed to let out about himself? Mentioning his life of minor crimes and petty street conflict was probably a no-go, sure, he never was the one instigating anything at first, but an enabler is not spared from blame.

He went in for another handful of chips, politely letting Avery to go on herself about how she managed to end up in this very restaurant. Just as the chips were about to enter his mouth, his hand stopped. A weak grasp letting the snack slip through his fingers, his eyes open as plates as he stared into the not-so-normal-anymore girl. He gave one simple step back burying his head into his shoulders, the zipped collar of his jacket covering his mouth. "HOOOOOLD ON a minute, thanks for the layman terms but...yer NOT gonna blow up in any second, right? I didn't plan on coming here just to become space dust!"

Somewhat comforted by her reassuring response, he sighed. "If ya say so....Well, my story is nowhere near that crazy, ya know? Buncha ass-, cretins, a buncha cretins were slapping some old man and thought I'd stop that, it really was nothin' special." That much should be safe to mention, even if the narrative needed to be twisted a little. "The big pal here caught me red handed, thought I was gettin' a beating but instead I got the wonka golden ticket." He pointed at sentinel over his shoulder with his thumb, then continued. "So, Philly, huh? Guess he wasn't lyin', ya guys really are from all over, I'm just a local so if you guys need a tour guide, I can offer for cheap." He smiled, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "And what 'boutcha?" He turned to face Dove. "You guys actually look pretty well put together, hell, if you told me that buddy if yours was a silicon valley techbro, I'd believe ya."

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[Tom's Prologue]​

(Zork Prologue,)

Boris and Johnny attempt to aim their guns at the where they heard the Movements Coming from, the keyword is attempt because again, there was smoke blinding them, which also made anyone not named Titanium Man or B.U.C.K or B.A.R.K start Coughing because again, this is smoke we're talking about, Also the Clown masks did not Provide good air Filtration.

Suddenly, the crew hear some shuffling throughout the room, and Lenny takes aim at what seems to be a cyan glow coming directly for him. However, it comes too fast for him, and he's suddenly slammed across the face with a partially metallic fist that KO's him on the spot. His body hits the ground with a thud, before being grabbed by the leg and thrown like a human log towards the rest of his group, knocking them all down.

Johnny stumbles onto his ass, before looking down. "Oh, fuck! LENNY! Boris watch ou-" and with that, a partially metallic fist also brings unconsciousness to him. Boris was next, as he tries to aim his rifle up, only to have another hand grab the rifle's stock and yank it away from his hands, before he too gets knocked out cold.

Now, that dimly glowing cyan light is moving towards the extraterrestrial group. As it approaches, Gunther, B.U.C.K., and B.A.R.K. slowly ee a human silhouette emerging from the smoke, before they are suddenly face to face with the Titanium Man. He seems to have a serious, but surprisingly calm face, as he kneels down to talk to them. He grabs B.U.C.K. by his robotic chicken shoulder and firmly, but politely says the following:

"Stop." Seemingly referring to him trying to cut himself free.
He then turns his attention to Gunther, the only seemingly human one, however, he seems to notice that not all is quite as it seems.

"You the human-looking one... Who are you? And why are you trying to blend in, while your buddies here look like they just came straight off a sci-fi flick?" He seems to speak firmly and boldly, perhaps a bit intimidatingly, but the group can get the vibe that he's not trying to hurt them. If he really wanted to do so, he'd have just violently smacked them around like he just did the gang of clowns that were now laying unconscious on the floor.

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[Sir loin of beef]

[Tom's Prologue]​

Suddenly, the crew hear some shuffling throughout the room, and Lenny takes aim at what seems to be a cyan glow coming directly for him. However, it comes too fast for him, and he's suddenly slammed across the face with a partially metallic fist that KO's him on the spot. His body hits the ground with a thud, before being grabbed by the leg and thrown like a human log towards the rest of his group, knocking them all down.

Johnny stumbles onto his ass, before looking down. "Oh, fuck! LENNY! Boris watch ou-" and with that, a partially metallic fist also brings unconsciousness to him. Boris was next, as he tries to aim his rifle up, only to have another hand grab the rifle's stock and yank it away from his hands, before he too gets knocked out cold.

Now, that dimly glowing cyan light is moving towards the extraterrestrial group. As it approaches, Gunther, B.U.C.K., and B.A.R.K. slowly ee a human silhouette emerging from the smoke, before they are suddenly face to face with the Titanium Man. He seems to have a serious, but surprisingly calm face, as he kneels down to talk to them. He grabs B.U.C.K. by his robotic chicken shoulder and firmly, but politely says the following:

"Stop." Seemingly referring to him trying to cut himself free.
He then turns his attention to Gunther, the only seemingly human one, however, he seems to notice that not all is quite as it seems.

"You the human-looking one... Who are you? And why are you trying to blend in, while your buddies here look like they just came straight off a sci-fi flick?" He seems to speak firmly and boldly, perhaps a bit intimidatingly, but the group can get the vibe that he's not trying to hurt them. If he really wanted to do so, he'd have just violently smacked them around like he just did the gang of clowns that were now laying unconscious on the floor.

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Zork Prologue, Zorks POV
"Okay Zork, Just think of a way out, Advancing towards the bank Vault is out of the Question, Only Way we get through this is Out of Here, Just Think! Think! Ah! I got it!"

"Human Looking? Good sir that is just Heinously Offensive, I am Gunther Von Hugh Mann and my Buddies are Trying out Costumes For Comic-Con." OK, That should Fool him, The Lifeforms on this Planet aren't very intelligent, even the sapient ones, well, except for a Few... Zork Shuddered at the Memory of when he'd been forced to contend with the daughter of Oswald Killjoy back in Detroit who'd nearly gotten him sent to Area 51 "Curse you Joykilling dimwit Brat for forcing me to rent a Space Mini-van from Socceron 9 while my Saucer was at the Space Mechanics And CURSE YOU DETROIT FOR KEEPING ME UP AT NIGHT!!!"

 

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[Tom's Prologue]​

"Okay Zork, Just think of a way out, Advancing towards the bank Vault is out of the Question, Only Way we get through this is Out of Here, Just Think! Think! Ah! I got it!"

"Human Looking? Good sir that is just Heinously Offensive, I am Gunther Von Hugh Mann and my Buddies are Trying out Costumes For Comic-Con." OK, That should Fool him, The Lifeforms on this Planet aren't very intelligent, even the sapient ones, well, except for a Few... Zork Shuddered at the Memory of when he'd been forced to contend with the daughter of Oswald Killjoy back in Detroit who'd nearly gotten him sent to Area 51 "Curse you Joykilling dimwit Brat for forcing me to rent a Space Mini-van from Socceron 9 while my Saucer was at the Space Mechanics And CURSE YOU DETROIT FOR KEEPING ME UP AT NIGHT!!!"

Unfortunately for Zork, he had just stumbled on one of, if not the, smartest sapient being on the planet.

"Well, okay 'Gunther', but I can tell you're an extraterrestrial." Tom said, raising an eyebrow, and brushing a small segment of his hair aside to reveal the cybernetic neural implant embedded into his head at the nape of his neck. "The scanners don't lie, son..." He then turned his 'attention' to B.U.C.K. and B.A.R.K., seemingly submitting them to some kind of sensor scan using his implant.

"Plus, I don't know of any Comic-Con cosplayers that usually go around with costumes that have real metallic chassis made of... Damn, iron-nickel alloy from a meteorite... Or, have genuine laser guns..." he says, being a bit sarcastic, albeit playfully. However, after a moment, weariness creeps over his face, before sighing.

"Listen, if you 3 are lost and need some kind of contact with the Federation to get you back home, I can help you. I don't know why exactly you were robbing a bank, but I'll listen to my better angels and chalk it up to desperation or something... Trust I won't rat you out to the authorities... Shit, if I did that, we'd both be on a dissection table before sunrise..." It seems like thinking about the authorities has put him in a dour mood.

"Just, don't make me chase you guys around. Don't cause trouble for Pete's sake..."

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[Sir loin of beef]

[Tom's Prologue]​

Unfortunately for Zork, he had just stumbled on one of, if not the, smartest sapient being on the planet.

"Well, okay 'Gunther', but I can tell you're an extraterrestrial." Tom said, raising an eyebrow, and brushing a small segment of his hair aside to reveal the cybernetic neural implant embedded into his head at the nape of his neck. "The scanners don't lie, son..." He then turned his 'attention' to B.U.C.K. and B.A.R.K., seemingly submitting them to some kind of sensor scan using his implant.

"Plus, I don't know of any Comic-Con cosplayers that usually go around with costumes that have real metallic chassis made of... Damn, iron-nickel alloy from a meteorite... Or, have genuine laser guns..." he says, being a bit sarcastic, albeit playfully. However, after a moment, weariness creeps over his face, before sighing.

"Listen, if you 3 are lost and need some kind of contact with the Federation to get you back home, I can help you. I don't know why exactly you were robbing a bank, but I'll listen to my better angels and chalk it up to desperation or something... Trust I won't rat you out to the authorities... Shit, if I did that, we'd both be on a dissection table before sunrise..." It seems like thinking about the authorities has put him in a dour mood.

"Just, don't make me chase you guys around. Don't cause trouble for Pete's sake..."

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(Zork Prologue)
Needless to say, Tom seeing right through Zorks lie Had the gang Spooked, Not only that but he had some sort of Scanner on him that did it for him rather than having to rely on the Deduction Process like their old Nemesis Simon,

"Okay Fine! We're aliens! We were sent here to inv-Eep!" B.U.C.K Was Interrupted from spilling the beans out of fear by zork and B.A.R.K Looking at him Angrily.

"You'll have to Excuse him Mr..." Zork thought back to what Boris had called their new Obstacle "Titanium Man. You know how people tend to ramble when they're Deathly Afraid. But can we not talk here in such a public Place? I know you understand that none of us wish to be Dissected today."

"I do!" B.A.R.K says, "wait, i don't know what that means."

 

[joshuadim]

[NIKANDROS PROLOGUE]​

Sentinel held a look of awe as his opponent emerged from the waves - fueled by divine ambition - and delivered a powerful display of his innate strength. Inexplicably, the clouds over Baltimore grew more intense and agitated as if a storm was about to break upon the city. Everyone looked upwards into the sky at the sudden coalescence of this tempest, confused as the weather had been only slightly cloudy for most of the day. But this was no weather event, but rather something else entirely and Sentinel knew what it was. In the clouds above, as Nikandros launched himself through the air, it appeared as though both the mentor and father both decided to look upon their child. The nearby sailors, boat captains, and passengers watched with shock as the Scion of Pallas descended with a flurry of blows - each more powerful than the last - onto the greatest hero.

Sentinel felt every blow, even as he brought his guard up to protect himself, and was taken aback by this rush of pure mythical strength. Bruises reminded him of his own mortality, and he was certainly bound to be left with many as a result of this, but he kept on tanking every single one of them. His eyes did not break with Nikandros' gaze, listening to his claim that the Fates had not deemed him a loser and that he - the strongest in the world - should not hold back. If only it were that easy... as with a single punch, if he were to cut loose, he could break every bone in Nikandros' body. If mighty Herakles of the Olympians lost an arm wrestling competition to him, then how could this brave boy stand a chance against him without limiting himself? But if there was something Sentinel could do, it was to let go just enough to make the Scion believe he let go of his restriants...

Right as Nikandros swung his fist again for another strike, Sentinel grabbed it in mid-air - forcing a shockwave to emanate in the area. "...so be it, Nikandros of Pallas."

Sentinel took a deep breath before delivering a counter towards the demigod with a new level of force - strong enough that Nikandros could feel his body giving up on him as a result with red ichor mixed with gold sputtering out of his lips. His armour shattered at the area of impact as Sentinel's bare knuckles connected with the mythical hero's chest, which in turn sent him up into the air with a force that he had never before experienced. So strong as it was, that he became engulfed by frames as his physical coil cut through the atmosphere with enough friction to ignite it around his body. But Sentinel wasn't done, as he appeared in front of Nikandros' trajectory and grabbed him by the neck of his armour before moving him further up into the stratosphere.

In a few moments, as a result of Sentinel's exertion, they exited the atmosphere entirely and flew into the final reaches of Earth's surrounding cradle. The curvature of the Earth became more pronounced, and Baltimore had been reduced to a speck amidst a sea of green and blue. Held by Sentinel's mercy, Nikandros was left alone with Sentinel who took a moment to look at him. There was something macabre about the hero now, as the light did not shine on his face. He then quickly delivered another blow onto Nikandros' face; the force of this strike was powerful enough that it would have killed most advanced life forms, and Nikandros was sent down again at a speed comparable to a meteor as he careened back towards the pale blue dot. Had he impacted Baltimore, a few blocks would have been destroyed or damaged but he was again intercepted by Sentinel over the Atlantic ocean, grabbing him by the ankle and hanging him upside down.

"...give up, because I won't kill you." Sentinel simply stated, watching how the wounds visible upon Nikandros regenerated - albeit at a slower rate than his own - as expected of a divine being. "As amusing as it was at first, I'd like to not keep hurting you. If you demand more, I won't give you that. Call me a coward, but I'm not a mythical warrior as some members of the Olympian Champions are. But killing is simply not who I am." He then straightened Nikandros, keeping a tight grip on the neck of his armour, and sighed. "You've proved yourself already - your strength is far beyond than what I thought at first. I'd consider you to be at an Alpha level, if we were to go off the government charts. But the more power that flows through your veins... you'll reach greater heights." Sentinel said with a smile. "You are strong, and I really would like to talk to you now. Preferably away from Baltimore now... don't wanna cause Madame Midnight an even greater headache. Wanna visit Greece?"

 

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Thomas 'Tom' Darter | The Titanium Man​

[Prologue]​

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Tom was smart enough to pick up on B.U.C.K.'s little inopportune outburst, and he could clearly understand that these three were up to no good. That being said, he really didn't wanna pick a fight, and these 3 were harmless enough.

"No, I get it. Listen, I'm not handing you over to the authorities, but I can't have you breaking into banks and shooting shit up with lasers, or otherwise hurting anyone else. So, tell you what. Come with me, and I'll get you back to your home planet, alright?" He says, trying to be as warm and friendly as he can, but also emphasizing that bit about NOT hurting ANYONE. He's hoping he can convince this gaggle of Vworpathians to come peacefully and quietly.

Outside however, there was quite a bit of commotion from the police. Seems they were getting antsy from all the smoke and action inside, and perhaps even, something else.

"You might wanna make a choice before the fuzz outside gets antsy and decides to call a less understanding hero, though." He comments, getting quite worried himself about the possibility of having to fight a pro hero.

 

[Sir loin of beef]

Thomas 'Tom' Darter | The Titanium Man​

[Prologue]​

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Tom was smart enough to pick up on B.U.C.K.'s little inopportune outburst, and he could clearly understand that these three were up to no good. That being said, he really didn't wanna pick a fight, and these 3 were harmless enough.

"No, I get it. Listen, I'm not handing you over to the authorities, but I can't have you breaking into banks and shooting shit up with lasers, or otherwise hurting anyone else. So, tell you what. Come with me, and I'll get you back to your home planet, alright?" He says, trying to be as warm and friendly as he can, but also emphasizing that bit about NOT hurting ANYONE. He's hoping he can convince this gaggle of Vworpathians to come peacefully and quietly.

Outside however, there was quite a bit of commotion from the police. Seems they were getting antsy from all the smoke and action inside, and perhaps even, something else.

"You might wanna make a choice before the fuzz outside gets antsy and decides to call a less understanding hero, though." He comments, getting quite worried himself about the possibility of having to fight a pro hero.

(Zork Prologue)
"Really? You're gonna let us go? Just like that?" B.A.R.K asked Hopefully.

"No Stupid, what if this guy tries to Keep us Prisoner? He's obviously some Brand of Vigilante!" B.U.C.K says

"We know! Whatever happens it's Gotta be Safer than letting this Worlds Police Catch us." Zork said to his two Minions before turning to Tom "We'll come with you."

 

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Thomas 'Tom' Darter | The Titanium Man​

[Prologue]​

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Tom sighed at the two bickering robots. "Okay, listen like half of that is true. I'm taking you with me, and I can't let you out of my sight, but I promise none of you will be harmed, and I will return you guys safe and sound to your home planet, so long as you don't cause any trouble."

He then nodded gratefully at Zork's decision. "Yes. Thank you! Speaking of, 'Gunther'. Your two robot buddies got names?"

As he said this, the bolas rope holding them immobile, seem to suddenly disintegrate into a very fine, 'dust.' However, the dust seems to move of its own volition, crawling back towards Tom and back into the gun on his belt holster. Zork, being tech-savvy himself, could probably recognize this as some pretty fancy, high-end nanotech, and perhaps the question begins to form: how did this human get something like that?

Regardless, Tom stretches out his hand to help Zork up, with a soft, disarming smile on his face. If he pays attention to the Titanium Man's hand, he can see that there are certain metallic elements, with particular emphasis around the wrist, with titanium cybernetics embedded into his muscular system and bone. Yet more evidence that whoever this primate is, he is quite tech-savvy, and probably where he got his name from.

 

[Breadman]

Dove grabbed the tube Derby gave her, opened the lid and took a few chips out. While she ate her own, she listened to the other two explain how they ended up here. Avery sounded like she had a harrowing experience, but it was still something that happened surprisingly often if the different rumors are about masks and hoods are anything to go by. She'll likely be ok if Sentinel is there to guide her. Derby on the other hand- this guy had juvenile delinquent written all over him. A classic really. A good third of the street heroes probably can relate to him.

"Me and Knight? We did our first patrol last night believe it or not and despite looking like it, the only crypto he's into is history. His power source is magic. We were down at the docks looking to stop a Mazola operation when Sentinel shows up right as we are ready to call it a night after beating up some bad guys." She placed the lid back on the tube "We stopped by a gentleman's club to bust up the rest of the operation and now we're here." She was finished, but did add something after a second "I may or may have not added a few decibels to my sonic scream last night. You know, to land the part." A smile formed on her face.

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

Hector Moses, Florida.
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Hector stood on the roof long after Sentinel had disappeared from view. It was all a bit... weird. If he were living a stable life, it would've been much better to brush the whole experience off as a fever dream. The truth was that it was all too real, and regardless of how weird it was, all he had going for him back home was probable unemployment. Might as well see if Sentinel keeps to his word.

The reception when he finally got back to his apartment was unexpected. Someone called someone who called Hector's roommate to gab about the incident, and so the living room Hector entered was filled with friends from the area.
"Are you okay?? We heard the news."
"Are you bleeding? Is that your blood!?"
"How did you even do that... That's fuckin' sick, dude."

They wouldn't let him retire to the couch until he had recounted the story in his own words, while his roommate cleaned the blood from his scrapes and cuts. Of course, certain omissions were necessary, but Hector himself had almost forgotten about Sentinel by the time his friends left him to rest. When he awoke in the afternoon, it took some time to figure out if it had really happened. A guy like me... and a hero like him. Fortunately, Sentinel did keep to his word.

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Hector Moses, New York.​

It took Hector longer than he was willing to admit to confirm he was standing in front of the correct restaurant. He wasn't even sure he was in the right city at first, but had faith in the tool that had been delivered to him. He felt like this on his first day in Jacksonville, showing up with little else but the clothes on his back. In hindsight, he didn't do too badly for himself considering the cards he'd been dealt. Surely this couldn't go too badly, as long as he could get back home with no problems.

"Alright..."

Hector peered through the window, not caring much if he was being conspicuous. He frowned. Well, what did you expect? An assortment so... varied. It had to be real. Sentinel did say they all had different backgrounds. With that aside, Hector couldn't shake off the sudden feeling that he was being tricked. There was either cameras in the bushes filming his reaction, or this was some charity support group here to help him. He was ready to throw hands regardless of-

Just chill out, man. Don't be stupid.

"Hello?"

He walked through the door, cutting through the group with a loud greeting. Hector then paused in place, hoping for confirmation that he was in the right spot at the right time. He didn't realise how intensely he was looking at the team.

 

[Elenion Aura]

Nikandros of Pallas - The Scion of War [Prologue]
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Nikandros dangled upside down from Sentinel’s iron grip, water still dripping from his battered frame, steam rising faintly from where the heat of his divine form had met the alien chill of the stratosphere. But despite his position, despite the bruises forming on his ribs and the golden ichor streaking from the corner of his mouth, the Scion of Pallas was not yet spent. He writhed and thrashed in Sentinel’s grasp, a defiant, wild grin splitting his battered face.

“Release me, Sentinel!” he bellowed. “I am not beaten! Do you hear me? I AM NOT BEATEN!” His limbs jerked as he tried to free himself, his muscles tensing as though he still had the strength to mount another assault. He was laughing again. “You will not cow me, Titan! You think this ends here? Bah! I could fight you for an eternity!”

His words echoed with confidence, but his movements were slowing. The fire in his eyes began to dim, his flailing arms growing heavy, sluggish. His head lolled slightly to the side, the furious crimson mist around his body thinning, dissipating like smoke caught in a breeze.

“You…” he murmured, his voice softening, the fire flickering in his burnished ruby eyes. “You… still haven’t… won…”

And then, like a switch had been flipped, Nikandros went still. His head slumped, his arms hanging limp. The roaring, defiant son of Ares had been silenced, his body now heavy with the toll of his divine exertion. The battle, the blows, the raw energy of his godly blood—it had all caught up to him. Despite his best efforts, his body could take no more. Nikandros was out cold, utterly and completely unconscious.