Feudal America - A super-power RP in modern day America (Game Thread)

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In that one faithful day, the storm had come and went. The oppression that the people of Palm Bay had felt for months was snuffed out. The McNeils were defeated, and a new group of supers rose to take charge of the city.

The main man in charge when all was said and done looked to be a fellow named John. And Charles Porter took it upon himself to make sure the transition went smoothly for him. The first order of business, gather up every crook that worked for the McNeils and send the to meet Justice. They would likely be the prime dissenter's in this new area of peace.

For the next few days Charles headed efforts of tracking down names and locations for every man that abandoned the McNeils when the hurricane hit. Man after man was brought down with Chucky's ever developing powers. Soon enough, The city's grand leader turned the administration of justice into a public spectacle. The guilty met their end by the noose. Charles never did enjoy the sight of straight up murder. I believed it made them no better than the one's they had over thrown. But both he and the people were safe now. This was the way things had to be.

Chucky walked the streets alone after the rally. Thoughts of what he would do next were fresh in his mind.

Perhaps I should see what my old friend Saturday is up too. He was a barrel of laughs when I last say him
 

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Saturday had been overseeing the fortification of the main hospital and it was going nicely. With the extra manpower around, none of the gangs had been stupid enough to try a raid.

"" He asked as he looked at a patient's medical records.

""

Saturday put down the clipboard and put on his top hat at it's regular jaunty angle, then headed out the door and down the hallway. Emile followed him and they talked as they walked.

"" Saturday said, sidestepping a woman pushing a gurney.

"" Emile replied.

"" Saturday said as he got in the leevator. Just as he was about to push the button for the lobby, he heard someone call.

"Doctor Labeaux!"

He stopped and looked at the nurse hurrying towards them.

"" Saturday whispered as he exited the elevator.

The doors slid shut as Emile pressed the 2nd floor button and The Nurse stopped in front of the Witch Doctor.

"A patient came in after having a cigarette induced respiratory failure, but his powers are making it hard to treat him."

"Powahs?" Saturday said inquisitively.

She led him to the man's room and the problem was obvious. The man's torso was on the bed, but his limbs were stretched all the way to the ground. He had an elastic body.

"I'll 'andal dis. You go see to dey uddah patients." Saturday said.

The Nurse obeyed and Saturday entered the room.

"'Ello sah. I'll be taking care of you today." He said as he locked the door and closed the blinds.
 

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The ground beneath rumbled and shuddered as a convoy dragged itself through the streets of Palm Bay. There were three vehicles, two pick-up trucks and one semi with a large trailer dragged behind it. The backs of the pickups were covered with tarps, and the windows were tinted, concealing those within save the one man in the passenger seat of the lead pickup. The glossy red truck was carrying an Arab man, likely in his mid-30s by the creases on his forehead. He wore aviator shades concealing his eyes, and his face was clean-shaven and quite severe. Only a simple, peppered buzzcut covered the top of his head. He was observing the damage to the city with a minimum of interest.

Of course, he was not there for the majority of Palm Bay. This convoy had a destination.

The convoy turned down a street, and made a beeline for City Hall. Eyes hidden within the rubble watched with curiosity. Who were these men? Where had they come from? How had they gotten through the gate?

Then they began to recognize him. The face, stoic as he passed. His messenger.

The McNeils were dead, but what had really changed? They still had him to deal with.

In a semi-circle formation, the trucks lined up outside of the capitol building of the city, and the red truck opened one door. The Arab man stepped out, dressed in a simple, pale blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. He clutched a megaphone in his hands, which he brought to his lips as he took a few steps forward.

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"HEY!"
he bellowed, his unnaturally loud voice carrying a good mile in every direction.
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"WHOEVER KILLED THE McNEILS, GET OUT HERE! YOU'VE GOT IMPORTANT GUESTS!"
As he shouted, the men in the other trucks stepped out. Dressed in full padding for combat, clutching pistols and submachine guns in their hands. A motley assortment of pads and plates made their "armor", and the closest to a uniform section of their dress was the orange armbands they all wore. There were four in total, arranged behind the dark-skinned man, with guns holstered but none too far from their itchy fingers.
 

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Sarah gave Gavin a quick run down. She didn't have much to say. She was a nurse, her powers showed up, she wanted to help, and here she was stacking cars. Her arm hardened and she slammed it through the trunk of a car, attaching the rear to the rest of the wall. Gavin couldn't help but marvel at it. Gavin's power sometimes helped add an extra umpf to his own strength, but he could never pierce metal. Kinda made him wished he'd gotten the other side of the coin in terms of gravity manipulation. But hopefully he wouldn't need it-

"HEY!" The two stopped working and looked off. Did someone just- "WHOEVER KILLED THE McNEILS, GET OUT HERE! YOU'VE GOT IMPORTANT GUESTS!" The voice boomed, a few miles out. Gavin didn't know what the hell was happening and wasn't sure he wanted to know, but he knew he had to check it out. He hadn't necessarily killed any of the McNeil's but he knew he played a roll in it.

"Well, looks like we're done working on the wall for awhile. Here." Gavin said, handing her his radio. "They're not too far out. Call it in, Darryl or Ottis should pick up. They'll get everyone else." He instructed. Gavin stretched a bit and started running.

"I'll scout ahead." He yelled, preparing for his jump. This was gonna be a long one. He pushed off the ground and was sent flying into the air. He rose above buildings and was gliding across the city. It wouldn't long before he was right above whoever was calling them out, but as long as he was high enough, he'd be nothing but a dot looking down on them. He got a quick look at the armed men and instantly realized who they were. They worked for this brutal Mercury fellow and were nothing to fuck with. Gavin quickly made his way back to Sarah, not wanting to push his luck or confront the men yet.

"Well, I have seen the enemy and you're not going like them. It's gonna be a long day..." He told Sarah as he waited for orders on the radio.
 

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The convoy had been spotted long before it came into the city. Ever vigilant sun flowers had spread up the roads in all directions, and slowly turned as the convoy passed. Scouts and look-outs had also spotted the trucks; radios buzzed into life and in a matter of minutes the men and women in city hall were drawing up plans.

Consultations were rapid and the identity of the approaching men was quickly established; they belonged to Mercury.

Stories of his atrocities were well known. The they had come many times before, and had proved themselves even worse than McNeils by brutalising the locals every time they came to trade their fuel for food.

This time they would not be allowed to do the same. This new city would trade, but this was the first test of the new Republic - the actions here would set the tone for weeks to come.

As the trucks came closer to the town, preparations were made. It was anticipated they would go straight for the city hall as they had all the times before; instructions were given to the men stationed at the newly built and reinforced wall to let them pass; if there was to be a fight, it was to be an ambush.

The preparations began with Ottis, who practically sprinted to a room especially constructed to get him to full power as quickly as possible; a room completely filled with huge speakers, blaring out such sound that Ottis was practically swimming on the sound waves. The soundproofing was powerless against the sheer onslaught of music that almost made the building shake.

And so to the blaring of Blizkrieg Bop, the city prepared.

Around the space in front of city hall, soldiers took up positions hiding in the buildings around. Side roads were sealed up with vines and cars.

The plan was that at a signal Sarah would seal the only way in and out from the killzone in front of the city hall by with a couple of cars, before approaching the convoy. At the same time the snipers and assault rifles set up in most windows around would reveal themselves and lay down a withering storm of fire.
Rico would burst from the city hall, in his glorious red outfit with his shotgun blazing; the sole purpose being to attracted whatever attention; in the formed of supersonic lead; he could. And then rugby tackle the head honcho, who would inevitably have a power of some sort; ideally he'd use his tazer to take the man alive, but plans didn't tend to survive contact with the enemy.

Harnesses had been prepared for Grav and Fromanzio that enabled them to carry rudimentary explosives. As Fromanzio was being strapped into it, he fiddled with the homemade bombs around, much to the dismay of the men helping him but they kept quiet.

Aluminium cables taken from the now-unused overhead powerlines that had been stored to assist with rebuilding were now criss-crossed on the ground in front of the city hall. Air was a terrible conductor, and Ottis would was much energy if he tried to fire lightning from a safe position. Aluminium on the other hand...

Warren rooted himself nearby to improve his affinity and influence over the plants around. He had been worked himself the bone over the last few days, but the super human effort had been sustained by a steady supply of corpses; natural deaths on top of the all those who had perished in the riots.

Hospital beds had been cleared in anticipation of the fighting and their ambulances stood on call nearby; ready to spring into action, and one of them had Martin in it. The city could ill-afford to lose any soldiers.

The streets were cleared and civilians were evacuated; the only people who remained were militia masquerading as civilians radioing every detail of the convoy they could as it passed.

James stood with John and Darryl, who were observing everything from a building in sight but well out of harms way. This was the command centre. What cameras could be found had been rigged up to observe the square in front of city hall. Darryl's clones were strategically posted around to relay similar information. Look-outs had also been posted on the walls around the city, to keep a careful eye out for any reinforcements.

John turned to one of the soldiers as the convoy ground to a halt outside city hall; "Is everyone in position?"

"Yes, with the exception of Sarah and Grav who are reinforcing walls in the south."

"HEY! WHOEVER KILLED THE McNEILS, GET OUT HERE! YOU'VE GOT IMPORTANT GUESTS!" an unnaturally loud voice boomed.

"Fuck! Hurry up and call them in! Tell Grav to carry Sarah if he can!"

John turned back to Darryl and James. They were tense with anticipation. Orders had been given to hold fire until the signal was given. They were also told not to shoot at the trailer being pulled by the semi; these were people who traded fuel, and while it didn't make the most sense to carry the produce into potentially hostile territory, in this world it was better to be prudent.

John could sense the impatience in the mind of the leader. If conflict was to be avoided, they would have to tread carefully. At a signal a Darryl clone emerged from the city hall and approached the leader.

Through Darryl, John spoke; "Welcome to the new Republic of Palm Bay. How can I be of assistance to our guests?"
 

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James was in the command centre with John and Darryl, observing the situation. This was the first real test of their government, it could come to define them in times to come.

"John, tread carefully. The way we deal with these people could be the catalyst to how we are seen by other powers in this area. I would advise caution, but if the situation demands it, we show our strength. We need to show our power, we need to make others see that we are not going to be easily pushed around."

James was worried, these people knew the McNeils and they weren't afraid to confront the new rulers of this domain. This Mercury person was dangerous, his main victims were civilians, those that couldn't defend themselves. A man that took what he wanted whenever he wanted needed to be stopped, but if they were overly aggressive then that could be used against them. All anyone would need to do would be to spread the word of a bloody rebellion, a brutal uprising and a vicious government keeping the people in fear and their rivals would gather their strength and annihilate Palm Bay under the guise of freeing the people from tyranny.

The future of Palm Bay would be decided soon, perhaps in the next few moments.
 

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Ottis sat there in his safe area waiting for the signal. Nodding his head to the beats as they blast away into his ears.

"Come on... come on. Who are you turd herders?" he mumbled to him self.
 

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"Welcome to the new Republic of Palm Bay. How can I be of assistance to our guests?"

"HA!" the Arab bellowed, looking around the area as if he wasn't sure where he was. "Did you just say 'Republic'?! The fuck?!" He gave a hearty cackle, gripping his sides as he bent over and slapped his knee. "Oh man, the McNeils are DEFINITELY fucking dead, aren't they? That's funny, man, that's real funny."

He approached the clone and jabbed a finger into his chest, his head nodded down to look at him with a rather judgmental expression. "What I need you to do, is to bring out your leaders, whoever you've got in charge. The Lord Mercury had some very important deals with the McNeils, and he's not keen on getting is trade routes... disrupted. Call it 'negotiations'."
 

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Fromanzio was listening, he began giggling because he could tell he would end up getting to kill something today. He was thinking for a second that perhaps he was getting soft, though genocide made that difficult to confirm. The kid had given him a new array of weapons. Mostly assault rifles and pistols with the occasional shotgun. Weapons that made Fromanzio's eyes light up.

Fromanzio held back a sudden burst in laughter, as he wanted it to be a surprise when they get bombed. Still, if the riggers were nervous before, now they were terrified and their hands moved faster and faster to escape the clown. Fromanzio made a gesture towards Grav.

"You know, when this invariably goes to hell, there is going to be so much fun! From what Fromanzio hears, this Mercury guy is serious. We can't wait to shove a knife in his throat and watch him claw out his last breaths!" Fromanzio sighed and looked up in a dream-like state.

You had better not get us hurt again. I feel that too you know.

You think I enjoy getting shot? I don't. This will be fun though! Kabooooooooom!

And may god have mercy on their souls.
 

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The orders finally came in. Gavin and Sarah made there way to the others before branching off, John giving them their orders. He found a bomb be strapped to his chest by a number of men. He looked over at Fromanzio, who occasionally tinkered or jostled around as they readied his harness. His riggers were slightly irked and scared of the suited clown. Gavin on the other hand stood perfectly still, not too eager about having a bomb on his chest. To Gavin it was practically weightless, but a weightless bomb was still a bomb. Being next to Fromanzio wasn't helping his nerves either.

Why couldn't Fromanzio just hold still? He could never hold still...


"You know, when this invariably goes to hell, there is going to be so much fun! From what Fromanzio hears, this Mercury guy is serious. We can't wait to shove a knife in his throat and watch him claw out his last breaths!" Fromanzio sighed and looked up in a dream-like state. Fromanzio got a kick out of being...Fromanzio. Gavin understood. Gavin got a kick out of being Grav, most of the time. Grav was always busy. He was either doing this for the city, fighting those guys, or trying to find time to train, which never came. Gavin on the other hand hadn't slept in awhile and hadn't seen his family-

"Shit, I haven't spoken to my family in weeks!" Gavin said, scrambling to his radio, trying to tune into the right channel. He'd been so busy with all this and communicating with the soldier or police, he'd forgotten to give his own family a heads up. No doubt they knew what was happening, recognizing Gavin's description but that didn't matter. HE hadn't told them...anything. And right now Grav was strapping Gavin into a bomb to go and fight some Arab weirdos working for a monster named Mercury. What the hell was he doing?

Fromanzio tinkered with the harness a bit more, bringing his elbow out and knocking the radio out of Gavin's hand. Enough.

"Touch that fucking harness one more time!" Gavin seethed at the clown before picking up his radio. " Jesus Crhist; you fucking child..." He muttered. He didn't have time for this. Despite his frustration, Gavin had to admit Fromanzio was right. Things were gonna go to hell, it always did. But the least Gavin could do was give his family a quick message before he walked through the gates. And try not to tear Fromanzio out of his harness.
 

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Charles had notice the near dead silence over the city during his walk. At first glance it was a normal enough day. Only thing that was off is the citizens didn't seem as jubelent as they had been in the days after the revolt.

That's when he notice what was taking up everyone's attention. A convoy of trucks was proceeding through the streets and looked to be headed towards the palace.

Well that's pretty damn interesting. This is either a group of well meaning gents looking to build ties to our community, or psychopaths looking to wreak the republic's shit. Either way, I'd like to meet them. And possibly blow them up.

Charles took a street perpedicular to the main road and run up towards the palace. From what he could see the place was guarded fairly well. Soon enough the convoy had caught up and an Arab looking guy stepped out.

Nothing that Charles could do for now. Just sit back and see how this panned out, and hope none of the militia get too excited.
 

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Rico approached the gates, concerned witht he new arrival. He looked through to see an Arab guy trying to intimidate one of the Darryl's clones. He stepped through the gate and to the side, ready to spring into action should anything violent happen.

"Call it... negotiations."

Rico thought hard. "John, if you can hear this, what's our stance towards this guy? Do we bring him in or knock him down?"
 

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"Touch that fucking harness one more time!"

Fromanzio's mental lull was broken by Grav suddenly. Fromanzio reached for his guns before stopping himself at the last second. Normally everyone would be dead, but that would probably be bad...right? Oh well, anyway time to fix things he supposed.

"Right, yes sure. Gotta make sure we all keep what's left of humanity in a time when humans may as well no longer exist anymore. Events like these always bring out the best in people don't you think? Killing, looting and much much more! All here in Florida packaged in with a war between meta humans over a tiny piece of land that will be underwater soon anyway. It would almost make us laugh!" It turns out, that it did make Fromanzio laugh. The riggers were done with Fromanzio and he had never seen engineers more eager to leave.
 

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In the temporary command centre, James had spoken; "John, tread carefully. The way we deal with these people could be the catalyst to how we are seen by other powers in this area. I would advise caution, but if the situation demands it, we show our strength. We need to show our power, we need to make others see that we are not going to be easily pushed around."

John nodded. "Caution is certainly the name of the game at the moment. We don't know what power that man has, nor if he is the only one down there with one." For a moment the unknowns overwhelmed him; he'd dealt with them before, but the outcomes had been profit or loss, not life or death; "Hell we don't even know what is in the other trucks! Fuck!"

As he spoke John's mind surged forward, attempting to get a better grasp of the minds arrayed in the space in front of city hall, shaded by the huge unnaturally grown trees. The Arab man's mind was a tempest of impatience; a typical hot head; while those of his men were ones of grim determination. He didn't detect any of the emotions or obvious thoughts that usually betrayed deception but at this range he could not get a clearer picture. At this range he couldn't even distinguish the minds in the other trucks. He had to get closer.

As his mind searched, it detected a familiar mind that John had not expected; George. His eyes followed his mind, and John quickly spotted him from his vantage point. "Who is that? Is that George?!" He turned to one of the lieutenants; "Where is George at the moment?"

"Personally I'm not sure, give me a mo-."

John had cut him off, "Don't bother, he's over there! Please send someone over there with a radio and ask George to keep his head down until he gets the signal, and when he does attack, to engage from a distance. He needs to stay out of the crossfire." The lieutenant nodded and barked the orders at a nearby grunt. Evidently there were a few creases in the operation that were still being ironed out, John mused. But he could not knock Smith's work so far; using the McNeils' stashes he'd created a formidable force.

The Arab man had just finished; "Call it 'negotiations'." John had been listening with one ear.

And now to Darryl; "Mind acting as the highest authority? Be as civil as you can, and find out his terms? " Darryl smiled.

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Darryl's clone spoke to the Arab who had jabbed his finger into his thickset 6'7 frame; "I am the highest authority in this city. Depending on the terms, we would be willing to honour and continue whatever prior arrangements you had with the McNeils."

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To the people in the room; "Come with me, we need to get closer!"

As they jogged down through the building he spoke to James; "James, take this mic and earpiece and set up a tent down there; send a message to Warren asking him to grow a frame out in the open that is a feeble as will hold up the cloth. And make sure Warren doesn't expose himself. I ask you this as you can get there faster than anyone. And you get can get out equally fast. Although make sure they'd don't see your power unless you have to escape."

"Once the tent is set up, can you use the mic to pass on everything that goes on around it? Pretend to be a grunt, and pass on everything you see; and you can see and perceive a lot faster than anyone else here," John paused, and genuinely upset he spoke; "I'm sorry for putting you in this position."

Over one of the radio's on a communications officer, Rico was heard; "John, if you can hear this, what's our stance towards this guy? Do we bring him in or knock him down?"

Seizing it John responded; "Good question. We won't be bringing him into the city hall, too covered. We're conducting these negotiations outside."

An idea struck John; Rico was the perfect man to be on the inside of the tent with Darryl, "Rico, can you stand by Darryl? Don't say anything, but if the arab man, or anyone with a power makes any aggressive moves knock them out with the tazer, or however you need to. Don't kill them unless there is no other way."

As he was speaking John was running out of the building escorted by a number of men, round back alleys in an attempt to get closer and a finer read on the minds of these new entrants.

John's mind pushed on his still damaged body, and forced it to turn and speak to the men he was with; "We'll take up a position in an apartment building a lot closer; ground floor. Follow me."
 

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"Affirmative, sir."

Rico clicked off the radio, and calmly walked over to Darryl-clone, maintaining a slightly aggressive but restrained body language. The Arab noted his arrival, but quickly ignored him as if he were nothing more than a dead fly.

Perfect. The less attention Rico had, the better. Previous gang-raids had shown that if an attacker didn't pay attention, Rico could be shot down five or six times in a siege before the attackers realized they were shooting the same guy. If things got ugly, it was better if the attackers didn't realize Rico was a super.
 

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Their demands were steep and John knew he had to make a choice. He uprooted the rule of the McNeil, but with that he burdened himself with a whole city to feed. The farmer's union standng strong against oppression, the new rulers of Palm Bay knew that they had to crush the union in order to feed all of the city, but they didn't expect the demands from Mercury's men.

Miriam was right. They did need her. They had no idea whether the current rate was like the one before, and with these demands they knew they had to make some choice. A small amount of a token gift of food was requested by the negotiators which then invited the leaders of Palm Bay to craft a new contract with Mercury's oil empire. Feeding the city would become very difficult now the the demands for fuel had started to take their toll and the risk of the hospital generators giving out were high. They had to choose whether they would ration the food or outright deny it to some, letting them die in the gutters - and dealing with the union. Would they bring them under their heel like the McNeils and have just enough to pay for their petrol or would they enslave the whole lot and bend them to their will?

Decisions, decisions, with the clock ticking, the new rulers of Palm Bay had to decide what to do next.
 

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Fromanzio yawned, this was getting boring now. He jumped over the walls and decided to see what was happening. An Arab was negotiating with John over something unimportant. Fromanzio decided he wanted nothing to do with it and grabbed for his machine guns. He took aim and began firing at the Arab. The man's smile turned to a shocked expression as his whole body became a pin cushion and he fell in a bloody heap. Fromanzio flew above the vehicles and dropped his payload over them yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Death to Mercury! Death to everyone! Ahahahahhahahahah"

Honestly, how else could these negotiations have ended? Peace was too boring for Fromanzio.
 

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Before the negotiations could get much of anywhere, Fromanzio took action. Leaping into the air, a hail of bullets came speeding towards the Arab. One bullet slammed into his side, cutting through his simple clothing and splattering blood everywhere as he recoiled. The representative of this "Mercury" was caught totally off-guard; the only thing that kept him from being a bloody pile of guts on the floor was the fast thinking of his closest guard. The armored soldier shoved his commander out of the way and to the dirt, the lower profile hidden behind the soldier as he took the bullets and screamed at the top of his lungs as they pierced the layers of his armor. While the first few had been ineffective, the sheer volume of ammunition won out, and the man died.

Before the Arab could even contemplate the situation, the gunman was over them, cackling like a madman and dropping a salvo of bombs.

The man in the shades grinned. That was a major mistake.

"KRAAAAH!" he screamed. Or, at least, something approximating that. It didn't seem to be any language, just a deep and bestial yell. Its effect was apparent almost immediately, as the bombs stopped halfway through their descent before being shot back up like bullets, all around the man that had dropped them, the densest collection being behind him.

KRAKOOM

Not even stopping to see if the bombs had worked, the Arab drew his sidearm and pressed it hard against the Darryl-Clone's forehead, snarling at him as his hand grazed the trigger, begging for an excuse to press down. He turned back to the pickup trucks arrayed behind him and yelled,

"EVERYBODY UP, NEGOTIATIONS WENT SOUTH!"

The flatbeds of the trucks were uncovered, and out of each popped seven more men, just as heavily armored and packing just as much heat. He pointed at two, then at the semi truck. "GUARD OUR ACE, LET HIM OUT IF THINGS GET DICEY."

The rest of the men gathered in a semi-circle around the Arab, guns trained on Rico, the clone, and in all directions in case that psychotic clown or anyone else came for another shot at them.

"What the FUCK, man?!" The Arab hissed at the clone. "WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK!"
 

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Ouch, again? More powers? Apparently this asshole can move things that are going slower than a bullet. Which is fantastic because there are a ton of pieces of metal in our back.

Just be happy we are alive, I don't know how we are.

KILL THEM ALL

Fromanzio had fallen to the ground and was a bit disoriented. He could not feel his back, but the shrapnel from the blast, which he mostly dodged was still in his back and it was bleeding almost as bad as the sniper wound from a week ago. He needed a medic. Though first on the list was ruining the other guy's day more. Fromanzio stopped his fall and went flying back up. The other guards were beginning to see him and Fromanzio quickly reloaded his submachine guns and flew towards the city, shooting a few of them dead before making a few last shots at the Arab and then flying way up.

The bullets began flying further away from Fromanzio as aiming became near impossible for the guards. Fromanzio used his favorite little trick of falling to gain speed and heading towards down town.

"This is Fromanzio, need a medic now. Wounds are bleeding and ow. Hey so turns out they planned to invade after all. Who would have guessed?"

John's voice came screaming through the walkie talkie. "What the fuck? Why is Mercury doing this? Get this clown a medic and get ready to fight them off!"

Fromanzio laughed his way to the hospital, though it was stifled by a bit of wincing. A nurse waited for him at the roof and quickly dressed his wounds. The healing super could adress them fully later, but as for now the bleeding was done and Fromanzio flew to his gun nest. He had to thank that kid later, automatic machine guns are always fun.
 

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John's radio buzzed into life.

It was one of the engineers; "The clown has gone rogue! He's just taken off!"

Shit! Although in retrospect it almost seemed inevitable to John.

Two options presented themselves to John.

Either expose a fissue among the supers of Palm Bay, and attempt to save the Arab and subdue Fromanzio. Or turn this into a show of strength, and give the order to attack.

Which was the greater danger to the city, the more powerful enemy; Fromanzio or the Mercury empire?

Nevermind! Just waiting to send messages.