United Base (Open RP)

[Grae Knight]

Coyote Storm sits in the USS base. Home to some of Paragon City's bravest, yet little known, superheroes. We find our hero sitting in front of a bank of monitors, legs propped up on the desk, arms crossed across his chest.

Coyote thinks, "I hate monitor duty! Hmmph! A am not built for the confines of these metal walls. Nothing good happens anymore. Sure the Z Games were fun and it was nice to fight alongside my bud JP but things been quiet."

Switches through the monitors attempting to glimpse something worthy of his attention, stops on the camera at the front foor.

Says to himself, "Hmmm, I wonder who that is at the door?"

[G-Nome]

Dutch Clutch walks into the monitor room, tinkering with one of his gauntlets. One of his Robotic Nano bot follows close by.

"Hey Chief! How is the duty going? Time for me to take over, unless you want to take mu shift, I know I sure need to finish this adjustments on my armour before we get into any action. Even doh we haven't really seen much action lately."

"I don't think so Dutch, and I have told you before, Don't call me Chief. Also, do you always have to have one of those thing following you around? Those unatural things make me uneasy. Anyways, there is someone at the door."

Dutch makes the Nano bot retreat back into the gauntlet with a thought.

"Sorry Chi......buddy, forgot they kinda bother you. anyways, want me to get the door?"

[Grae Knight]

Glares at the bot as it leaves, "Sure. Not to sure who it is, their image is obscured on the monitor. Haven't had much action lately so hopefully it is some arch-villain looking to get his ass whipped." Coyote snickers.

"Have you heard anymore about Mr. Z's competition? Justice and I were suppose to compete but I have not heard any more from Mr. Z. He just sort of...disappeared..again. I would check with some of my contacts but lately they got me chasing those filthy Rikti all over Founders Fall. For such a beautiful place they sure got an alien problem."

Coyote leans over to a mic

"Please identify yourself"

[Gaia]

The image on the camera shows a young man in his late teens to early twenties standing at the front door. He's dressed in a neatly pressed polo shirt, Dockers type pants and some rather expensive looking shoes.

Today of all days why did I have to forget my manuscript and the drawings at USS HQ. thinks Lance to himself. He reaches out to press the com button to be let in. Just as his finger touches the button Coyote Storm's voice booms out over the speaker,
"Please identify yourself!"

Guess they wouldn't know me without the mask and costume. Hadn't thought about that before stopping here. One secret ID compromised, coming right up. Looking straight in to the camera that had come remotely out of the wall to check him over. He says, "Good morning, Coyote Storm. This is Twilight Avenger."

"Look kid if this is a joke we're not buying. Dutch escort this kid off the property."

The door slammed open. . .

[Noble]

In the doorway stood the haggled metal carapace of Wrough-Iron Warman. "I got this one, Coyote." he said into a com that was installed in his arm.

Without hesistation the newest member of the USS grabs the collar of the young man's polo shirt and hoists him into the air without breaking stride. "You picked the wrong the place, pretty boy. I'm gonna enjoy throwing you into a dumpster."

[G-Nome]

Dutch quickly jumps to intercept.

“Easy Rusty! My armors voice recognition software tells me he is indeed Twilight, so unless you want to find yourself inside a force field bubble, I’d suggest you desist on the dumpster dunking.”

“Back up Armored Jester! I don’t need your technology crap to tell me anything, I decide for myself thank you. Also, if you ever call me Rusty again you will find out what that armor of yours taste like.”
Dutch thinks…

*Good Lord, why do we got nothing but retarded angry at the world characters here, it would be nice to have someone with a little sense of humor for a change. Something about this guys………don’t know what it is, but I don’t……….nah, I’m being paranoid.

“Its cool Dutch, I’m sure our friend here is just being cautious. We have not been introduced, here I am known as Twilight Avenger, and the base sensors will surely identify my retina.”

[Gaia]

Still being held by Wrought-Iron's metal clad fist, Lance is dragged in front of a retinal scanner. He gingerly puts his eye up to the lense. The red laser light comes on and scans.

"Don't worry Twilight its never been wrong before. Wrought could you give the guy some breathing room?"

"I don't trust'em."

With a soft ping a female computerized voice says. "Scan complete. Inconclusive. May or may not match Twilight Avenger."

Both look at him. "Uh, guys it really is me. Honest! I just came here to get some papers I had left. My script for my next book and the illustrations." He backs away from the grasping hands of Wrought-Iron. "I really need to get to my office downtown. Can't we talk about this. . ."

[Noble]

"If you need me I'll be helping the boy get acquianted with the nearest trash heap."

Wrought hoists the young man claiming to be the Twilight Avenger into the air once again, "Hey! What the...Clutch, help! This guy is nuts!" and proceeds to march down the sidewalk.

[Gaia]

Never liked that retinal scanner. Why they couldn't get a palm print one instead I'll never know. thought Lance as he struggled in Wrought-Iron's grip. He concentrates on not passing out and darkness starts welling up around Wrought-Iron's feet.

"I'm telling you that you do not want to do this. Okay?"

"I'm not in the mood for your antics, punk! Its not okay. I don't know what you're trying to pull but you're about to be aquainted with the dumpster over here."

"Oh really?" smirked Lance. "Why don't you toss me over there and we'll see."

They had gone to the backside of the USS HQ where the garbage was picked up. A dumpster and several trash cans filled with various items and bags were located there. With a heave and a grunt Wrought tosses Lance toward the open dumpster.

Letting the inertia take hold of him Lance goes with it to the very last moment then stops himself in mid-air and rights himself as if standing on a cushion of air.

"I told you not to do that." He flings out his hand and puts a force field bubble around Wrought. Gesturing once more the darkness on the ground collesses into a somewhat sticky substance. Wrought starts trying to walk toward Lance but finds the going very very slow. "Still doubting me?"

[G-Nome]

Dutch had followed closely, he did not doubt Twilights capability to handle himself, and just wanted to ensure things didn't get out of hand.

"Told ya Bag-o-Bolts"

Wrough Iron turn around and gave Dutch what he could only guess was a dirty look under that helmet of his :grr:

"Hey you said not to call you Rusty! So I didn't..."

"How about letting me get my stuff now so I can get going my friend? If you play nice I'll drop the Force Field and you can go back to being grumpy, and doing.......whatever it is you do."


"I don't play nice, actually I don't play at all"

"Yeah, what a surprise"

The look again :grr:

"Alright man sorry, common, lets go inside and relax a bit, I'm sure we can find some bad guys in the city to better use your talents. what do you say you and go and patrol a bit?"



"As a matter of fact, come here guys, I found something on the monitors"

[Gaia]

Coyote Storm's voice came out of all their communicators. Lance has his in his pocket and pulls it out. "What did you find Coyote?" he was suddenly all business. Quietly he dropped the force bubble and disipated the dark substance while talking to Coyote Storm. "I guess the office can wait. Helps when you're the owner of one of the worlds largest industrial and media corporations." *wink*

Pulling a tiny cel-phone out of his pocket he fits it in his ear as the three walk toward the entrance. "Caitlin please. . ." a slight pause as he waits for his secretary to pick up. "Caitlin please hold all of Mr. Stirling's calls and meetings for today. . ." they notice a different vocal inflection in his voice as he's speaking. He glances back, eyes glowing blue now, at Wrought-Iron. Following too close behind him for comfort. "Still doubting me?"