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City Streets
Prodigy:
City Of Supers:
City Streets
As listed, there are a collection of main streets from which all others stem. The major districts of Megatropolis are built around these streets. Any activity that occurs on a road outside of an established district, will be posted below.
THIS AREA IS ASSUMED TO BE ACCESSABLE FROM ALL PARTS OF MEGATROPOLIS
- Argos Street (Harbour) May 6 - 5:32 am
- Beltway Highway (The Outskirts) April 30 - 4:04 pm
- Carnivean Street (Downtown) May 6 - 9:00 am
- Harper Street (CBD) April 15 - 8:07 pm
- West Street (Bankers District) October 26 - 9:29 am
- Willow Street (The East End) August 1 - 4:39 pm
- Archive through July 5, 2005 July 5 - 6:35 pm
- Archive through August 29, 2005 August 29 - 7:17 pm
- Archive through September 14, 2005 September 14 - 11:29 pm
- Archive through September 16, 2006 September 16 - 11:11 am
- Archive through October 24, 2007 October 24 - 2:32 am
- Archive through December 1, 2007 December 1 - 9:51 pm
- Archive through October 13, 2008 October 13 - 9:51 pm
- Archive through November 6, 2008 November 6 - 1:01 am
- Archive through September 22, 2009 September 22 - 4:39 am
- Archive through December 25, 2009 December 25 - 10:32 am
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Anonymous
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The troop droid that had been approaching, pauses, then rushes forward, unaware the threat is even remotely possible, not being programmed to deal with such threats, activating one of it's weapons, unfortunately for it, it's flame thrower.... some of the other troop droids pauses and face the core, unsure what to do, and they stand down, allowing the computer core's emergency subroutines to activate, as the simple troop droids switch from intruder to repair protocols, other than the one rushing Darkfire. The spider bot in the corner also stirs, and the scorpion bots form out around it, their electronic stingers raised, as the whole mass orinet toward the entry.
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Daniel Hammer, aka (Hammerspace)
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Daniel raised an eyebrow at Darkfire's boasting. Was the combat banter really necessary?
He didn't have much time to ponder it, because the next thing he knew, the robot was charging right towards them. With a yelp, he dove forward, curling up and rolling just under the stream. He felt the heat on his back, and a fragment of his coat's tail caught on fire. As he straightened up, he patted it down. He soon extinguished it, but that part of his coat was left charred.
Leaving the robot behind him so Darkfire can deal with it unhindered, he pushed his back against the wall again, leaning his head back onto the steel. His eyes closed, his sixth sense reaching easily through the wall and into the room.
"Oh, blast." The bigger, more dangerous-looking 'bots were waking up. He placed his hand flat on the wall and probed them all over for any kind of structural weaknesses, any kind of integral components or, with luck, full weapons that he might be able to strip away.
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Anonymous
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The remaining troop droids deactivate their weapons and link into the core, unknowingly opening themselves to access from the darkfire energies coursing through it. The spider droid awakens, it's legs unfurling, and a plasma blaster swinging out from under its carapace. The smaller scorpion droids swarm forward, forming into a rank that marches ahead of the spider, toward the entry.
In the wall where Hammer has his hand is a power access point, currently coursing plasma to the core, in an attempt to replace the odd energy the ship has detected there. The plasma conduit is tubular, but bendable, reflecting the plasma out its end, currently toward the engine core.
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Anonymous
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A transmission came from Earth, one coded for acceptance by the ship's computer. It was received by the relay without issue, having contained the ship captain's own authorization codes.
Once it entered into the system core, the program issued the commands it contained. Within seconds all access points from terminals to the helm were locked out, and clearance Ids stripped from the system. Even if the computer could be accessed, no one on board any longer had clearance from the troopers to senior command. The speaker barked as each instruction was followed.
"LEVEL BLACK SYSTEM LOCKOUT IN EFFECT"
While various sorts were no doubt scrambling in vain attempts to regain control, the shuttle bays sealed themselves and over rides were sent to any such craft still outside the ship. Escape pods were frozen, and teleporters were not only placed offline but had their main circuits fried thanks to localized energy surges. There wasn't even the remote chance of manual over ride.
"LEVEL BLACK LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS. LEVEL BLACK LOCKDOWN COMPLETE"
The command ship was now a prison, with no conventional way in or out. Even the Captain's own private escape route would be found out of commission.
As if this wasn't enough to cause panic, the vessel began to move while it's drive pulsed faster. On the still active viewing monitor on the bridge a new destination appeared, while coordinates were displayed in the engine room. Then the maneuvering thrusters turned off, and the main propulsion activated. Meanwhile once more the speakers announced facts to the crew; included this time was pointless advice.
"WARNING! DESTINATION CONTAINS LEATHAL AMOUNTS OF RADITATION! WARNING! INCREASED HEAT DETECTED! SHEILD FAILURE IMMANINT! WARNING! HULL BREACH IMMENINENT! IMPLEMENT COURSE CORRECTION OR EVACTUATION PROTOCOL NOW!"
Of course there's be no course correction; there couldn't be with all the codes fully removed and systems locked. Even those that might have thought themselves safe of the coming horror were found wrong, as any shuttles too through the over ride took on the same flight plan. Cyborgs turned from commanded duties as biological urges for survival over ran programming, shoving any and everything out of their way in a bid to live. For all they'd done, these soldiers feared for their silicon souls. The robots continued on their paths contentedly, oblivious to the death that was coming. Within two minutes the doomed craft would arrive, and with three minutes after the shields would fail. Fatal rays would fill the hallways and crawlspaces, heat would burn flesh and melt metal feet to floors that would in turn become fluid.
Oblivion was their destination; Death awaited the crew's arrival with open arms. As shock and fear took evermore control of minds before though superior to such weak emotions, the ship sped onward toward the heart of the sun.
(OOC: | I thought this'd work as a descent wrap up, if that's good for everyone. I've lost track of how long our characters have been in this SL) |
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Anonymous
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Black Magic and Ambrose continued to follow their new ally, the first listening also to the broadcasts as they were made.
When at last the elevator was reached, it failed to go anywhere; like every other mode of transport, it too was dead. The magician would possibly have asked the stranger for advice about the proclaimed warnings of lock downs and pending doom, but that proved to be impossible as the figure actually seemed to liquefy and splash to the cage's floor. A good trick, but it had a fatal issue as it seemed only good once...
The three relics of past gone times stood together, alone in a now running and panicked doomed world forged of metal and bound for death.
"I do fear the final curtain plunges toward the stage, intent to seal us on the other side when for so long I've performed on this one. Be perhaps we're done for, but still it twere a great honor to share the spotlight with ones such as yourselves. One last dance with a fair maiden made only more so by the shaping of time, and a fellow showman I would gladly share a bill with. Thank you both, twas a grand time had by myself and I shan't regret the hook's grasp. Even if we have no encore, still twas a good run. Though I know one of you may not understand me, I will gladly repeat these words once more to his ears if we appear in a place that removed such barbaric restrictions as the Human tongue. We came to this place in life, and so too shall we have one last trip mortis (in death)."
To each in turn, the man bowed in his flourished manner while his manner held no fear of what was to come.
Ambrose caught the Latin word and managed to find the meaning, but he too seemed calm. After all, as a Druid he respected the cycle of life to all points, even the final step.
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Anonymous
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The troop droids and other robots pay no attention to the assembled supers, trying to stabilize their misbehaving ship. In his fortified security cabin, Misschin wonders what happened, how these beings thwarted him at every turn, and pounds his console in frustration, every override failing, some insidious program having hijacked his own ship with him in it! Snarling, he goes and pulls off a wall panel, finding what he is looking for, the manual lever to eject the engine core and engineering section. True, he'll be adrift in space, but at least the power to this now renegade computer will be cut. With effort he starts to pump the lever, needing to build enough physical pressure to eject the section manually.
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Anonymous
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Messchin failed in ejecting the engine core, his access codes stripped from the computer fully as was the rest of the crew's. The ship was near empty of supers now, but the droids left guarding and servicing it are along for the ride, as it continues on for a solar collision.
Checking his data, Messchin clicks a swear word in his native tongue... the underpowered ship is not going to stop.... it's going to condemn all hands. Oh dear....and the energy for the maneuvering thrusters has been crippled by one of the Earthling's attempts to stop the core all together. He had managed to melt the couplings and cut off the main fuel supply, but ones as paranoid as the invaders had backups to their backups; all that had been truly gained was a few more precious moments and false hope.
Messchin would have liked to retain the ship and troops on board, commanded the power they could have provided him. It was however not to be it seemed; whoever was behind this final act to best the aliens had seen to leaving not so much as a pebble unturned. Or so it might seem to everyone else, but the second in command knew better. His gamble may not have paid off as he'd have liked, but at least he'd made sure he could leave the table after the game...
Messchin left the station he was at, entering the corridor and continuing down it at a swift but not panicked pace. In one hand he drew his sidearm, shooting any drones that dared hinder his path. This plan had been practiced more than a few times, under the guise of inspections or other duties that might take him to the aft Weapon's Bay which he now entered. There was of course no one here; there weren't any expected to be with the rats scrambling in hollow attempts to save their own lives. All the better; it saved the seconds pistol a few rounds. In this room was salvation, in the form of a disused and non-functioning torpedo. Well, it was in as far as it didn't explode, but still the true purpose was well served.
Messchin unlatched and opened the top half, exposing the inner workings; life support, stasis unit, bio-gel food supply, homing beacon, all was there and in fully working order. That was fortunate, as the cyber Nazi didn't think he'd tan so well. The alien entered his hidden escape pod and latched the lid from the inside. The last thing to do was hit a button within easy reach of the escapee's right hand, his portal to freedom. This switch was connected to a very small control unit, one all but hardwired into the weapon's system. The link was fully coded to look as nothing more than part of the normal programming, even to the master computer itself. As such, it wouldn't be severed in the event of a lockout since it wasn't seen as the access point it was. One command was implanted to activate when this little red nub was pressed, and that went into affect just as Messchin had planned.
A claw picked up the torpedo and loaded it onto a belt, where it was carried to the launching tubes. There, another machine slipped the faux explosive into one of the chambers, and the inner hatch sealed shut. Inside the metal cocoon, the soon to be sole survivor of the crew turned on the systems inside, readying himself for a prolonged nap; as the outer bay opened and the oval tube launched at high speed away from the doomed ship and sun, it's only passenger was already unaware of events. Everyone was in such a panic that a single torpedo would most likely go unseen, or if it were attention would be so on survival that it would be ignored. After all, with full system lockouts extending to the shuttles and even the tractor beams down, there was nothing to be done about it anyway. So, owed to a paranoia not unknown to his race and extensive secretive forward planning, Messchin sailed safely off as a babe to be nuzzled in the black and mysterious bosom of space.
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Anonymous
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As words he did not understand flew about him, Ambrose became aware of something he knew all too well. Power, massive and unfettered was coming ever closer to him. Raw, pure, a source of elemental energy akin to tapping into the very heart of the Sacred Earth itself. This force not only surrounded the mage and grew ever more visible around his form, but pulsed through his very veins with every heartbeat.
There could be only one reason for this; somehow in this world not his own and that he failed to understand, the ancient caster had been brought right to the feet of Mother Sun Herself, and it was Her gift he now recieved. This was a joy unto himself, but he wasn't a foolish man. This great Lady gave life, but too could She burn crops to barren dirt and dry away live giving water. The Druid would not die himself in his belief, but join the ever burning orb to the ends of eternity. However, to do that meant a cost of the lives that had come with him, a price simply not his to give if there were some way to prevent it. As it happened, there was.
The still living legend thrust both arms toward the high reaching ceiling of the hanger and began intoning a incantation wraugt with both emotion and strength.
'Mother Sun, She who gives life and light to the Earth below Her, She who in Her wisdom reclaims gifts granted to us so we may more appreicate them upon return! Hark now Great One to my plea! I of the Elements beseach You to spare those whom have travled so far with me to witness Your magnificents, they who are not yet ready to return to that which is us all, but have more words yet left to write on their pages! Grant us, Beneficent Mother, grace and safe passage from Your domain and allow us to gaze once more on Your mighty and giving from from the Bosom of the Earth!
'I AM OF SUN,
OF EARTH,
OF WATER,
OF WIND.
I AM WHAT WAS,
AND WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
IF DEATH's NOT BEEN FORGED
ON THE ANVIL OF TIME
BY THE HAMMER OF FATE,
THEN TO REJOIN THE WHEEL
IS AN ACTION WE MUST NOW WAIT!
BEAR US NOW BACK TO MOTHER EARTH,
PLACE OF DEATH
PLACE OF BIRTH!
MAKE US NOW A BRILLENT SIGHT,
AND MAKE US TO YOUR BIRDS OF LIGHT!'
The warning issued forth from speakers and flashing lights of pending doom became surreal and seemed to fade into silence as the whole of the compartment the companions were in glowed with a breath taking glow; in the years to come and pass the sight would likely still survive in their memories. Then, the heros of this space battle were gone; morphed into the very beams of the sun itself and sent at intense speed to arrive safely on the Earth below.
The craft itself continued its slowed but constant course into the heart of the solar tomb, tubes and casings rupturing and exploding from the intense heat. Even to the end the troops ran about wildly searching for mythical salvation, the fear they felt too powerful an emotion for their 'superior' minds to hide with cybernetics.
On a now abandoned bridge, the Captain sat in his command chair and watched the yellow form consume all space on the vessel's veiwscreen. In one hand the man held a glass filled with a rare and costly drink from his homeworld, one he'd planned to celebrate his victory over Earth with. From a personal device played music, the song that graced the air the day the Officer had graduated. Thoughts mused over what had come before this day, the many dead and broken left in the wake of the compident and skilled Captain. Times when his name had been chanted and medals heaped upon his chest. Yes, those had be glorious and rightly earned moments, but the uniformed man was no fool; one with any amount of sense didn't join a military of any sort and not know Death might wait any day to catch them. That was so now, and as it was to be then he would meet this fellow as a gentleman. The computer shrieked that only one precious moment was left before the radiation sheilds gave completely, but the seated individual paid it little mind.
Placing his glass down, the invader stood up and saluted himself. Then in one swoft and sure movement he pulled his dress sidearm free and emptied one round into his temple. The slow and painful fate of those under him he wouldn't share.
(OOC: | OK, if everyone's good with that, all PCs are now off the ship. It's up to each player when thier character goes of course, and if you'd like it to be somewhere other than Megatropolis I'd say post at the airport arriving from there to the city. ) |
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Off with Drake to the Outskirts}
