Realistic or Modern Sidekicks & Subordinates [IC]

[BlueClover]

The city was quiet, the cold chill of a late night had covered the entire city. It stayed silent, including the station where the police were staying to do their reports. The sidekicks were tasked for one last patrol around the city before they could go home for the night. It was a good thing too as the silence would soon be broken by the man on the other side of the phone.

The Caller​

Any and all subordinates were to receive the call of him, the unknown man with a army by his side. A man of mystery with a goal to watch the world of heroes burn. Whether it was on TV, phone , or somewhere else, they would all get it.
"Hello there my subordinates. I know, it's been quite some time since our last chit chat and frankly, i'm still not in the mood to. I have business for you all. I want you to head to the docks and find the prison ship coming into the city tonight." The Caller's voice was dull and deep, the expression still hidden underneath the tv head. He knew of some of his pawns fears of the ocean. One part of him wanted them to go because he wanted to force the fears out and if he wanted a true team, he had to do this. "I will cause a distraction and I want you to retrieve a....old friend of mine. You'll know them because they might be the only one who will take the advantage to escape. Do not worry, I have found new transportation to pick you all up on but i'm expecting my friend to be with you." Static could be heard in the next line. "Do not fail me, subordinates. If you do, I will be sure to make your night hell. Anyways, that is your mission. I'll see you all there." Whatever was being used would immediately shut off and be in need to be turned back on.

10 minutes would pass before the ships at the docks would reach its destination. However, once it got there, it would receive a surprise of its own. A giant explosion came from one of the other ships beside it, hurting any who were trying to get cargo off. Sidekicks and the police would be immediately called by a disturbance at the docks and in need of serious help as more explosions would go off on the other boat.
D duegxybus Aliaas Doc Lappi @Echo the Guinea Pig Lord Theflamre Epiphany Ripley @Hexagon Space_Kaiser Moonshadow Pauly51 sincerely eik @RoxasTheExalted Shadow Alpha Spacing Out TheMilkMan ViciousVip3R YoungX

 

[Doc]

EDEN​

"I hear there's some guy who's takin' control of all the Subs now, a real deal villain." Eden sat with a few of his friends on the stoop of his apartment's staircase. "Aye, E, don't you run with a few of those Subs?" One of the guys asked him.

"Nah, not really, you know I stay outta the hero shit." As he said that he heard a loud bang, and look towards the coast. Smoke was rising. "That's exactly why." He muttered.

"I didn't hear about nothin' goin down at the docks tonight, did you?" Another one of the guys asked. They shook their heads. "We should prolly check it out."

"No we should prolly mind our own business." Eden told them. "They all the way out at the docks, and you wanna run out there and start fuckin' with they shit?"

"C'mon E, don't act..."

"Nah, we got enough goin' on without all that shit, you "I'm uncultured" always on some stupid shit." Eden stood up and pulled up his jeans, bucking up at the guys. "Y'all wanna go out there and get y'allselves killed, go ahead." He turned around and walked up the stairs, and into his apartment. His mom and grandma were sitting in the living room when he walked in.

They were watching the news, with helicopter footage of the scene at the docks. "Ah ma, turn that off, grandma don't need to be watchin' shit like that." He walked towards the tv and tried to turn it off.

"Watch your mouth boy, it's the news, you need to be watchin' too, need to keep yourself informed." Eden sighed. "Go ahead and sit down, spend some time with your family, you always out on them streets with those thugs." He rolled his eyes and took a seat next to his grandma. Watching the scene unfold on TV.

 

[Ripley]

ELIJAH HOLST

[10 minutes before cargo ship explosion...]

Holst had been close to finally drifting asleep when his phone went off.

Even though it was a quiet notification - a 'beep!' followed by the phone vibrating upon the nightstand - , it sounded unfathomably loud in the quiet of Holst's apartment. With a frustrated sigh, the man shook off his covers and sat up, flipping the phone open so that he could inspect the number. Was it just his girlfriend, leaving a late night message? Hopefully.

His gut twisted as he read the tiny screen. Unknown caller, straight to voicemail. Nope. Definitely not his girlfriend. Phone still in hand, Holst lifted himself off his mattress and flipped the lights on - manually. Better to save his energy for whatever The Caller had in store. Then, still trying to rid himself of his drowsiness, he opened the voicemail and pressed 'listen'.

Holst let the man's voice drone as he got dressed. A harbor, a prison ship, and a VIP. The voicemail repeated as he shrugged on the primary layers of his suit. It was supposed to be a chilly night, so Holst was more than prepared.

Holst caught more pieces of the voicemail's dialogue as it went on. The Caller's threat was not lost on him, and rang in his head as the subordinate packed his duffle bag. The bag was solely for Holst's rifle and the proper ammo - his dechargers, pocket knife, and phone were clipped to his belt.

"Do not fail me," The Caller had said. He wouldn't. Holst threw his vest on. The helmet and bandanna were also secured, and in the span of five minutes since receiving the voicemail, he was ready. Holst would have felt proud of himself if it wasn't for his rising anxiety at the thought of even going close to the docks.

Shaking the fear away, Holst opened his door and entered the apartment hallway. At the end were the blinking 'EXIT' lights, pointing towards the outside alley. Well, he supposed he'd have to use his energy just this once. For a split second, the lights flickered - Holst opened the door and shut it behind him before continuing the flow of energy to the alarm electronics. All within seconds.

Holst had no time to waste. Now in the alley, he moved towards an object covered with bedsheets, swiping them off and revealing a rusty motorbike underneath. Holst swung his duffle bag across his back, mounted the bike, and roared out into the street.

This was all routine to him. The bike was constantly brought out, driven around, and put back - whether it be for missions or just a late night ride. Holst supposed it was a wonder it hadn't gotten stolen yet. Now, all he needed to do was book it to the harbor.

Time seemed to pause as Holst blitzed down the labyrinthine side streets of the city. Almost nobody was out tonight. Too cold, he presumed. Holst could feel the tingle of electricity wherever the road took him - the aura of energy from street lights both old and new, the buzz of phones, the shiver of a nearby generator - Holst felt all of it.

When he finally reached the harbor, Holst braked his bike and swung it into an alley, trying to make sure it was concealed. If The Caller was to pick the subordinates up after the mission, he'd have to retrieve the bike tomorrow - IF tomorrow arrived. Holst cut the engine and stowed the keys in his pocket before exiting the alley.

He was keeping his distance from the ship harbor. Even from his far perspective, the water looked like a churning pit of nothing - it was vast and cruel, beating up against the sides of the ships. Holst stared for a fraction of a second before looking away. It was time to find a high area to scope out the place, he scolded himself. Stop getting distracted.

Just then, however, the night sky erupted into flames.

To say the very least, this was quite distracting.

The sound wave hit Holst seconds after - the shriek of twisting metal, a deafening crack like thunder as the explosion bloomed from the side of the cargo ship neighboring what Holst guessed was the prison boat. Holst, while stunned, his ears ringing, was quick to react - he knew what had to be done.

Running now, he finally reached his destination - an abandoned fish factory just along the harbor. Holst had marked down all the best lookouts when he had first arrived in the city, and this spot was one of them. It was with great effort that the subordinate scaled the ladder up to the roof and finally unzipped his rifle. The rest was all muscle memory - fix the scope, crouch down, load the gun, and wait.

From where Holst sat, he was undetectable from ground forces. The acrid smell of smoke was already beginning to wash over him. Sirens were beginning to wail. Zooming into the explosion site, Holst unclipped his phone and tuned it over to the private, untraceable radio before speaking.

"Subordinate Holst, viewing the rescue site from a safe vantage point. Anybody else on the frequency?"

(edit: sorry if this is sorta bad, I did it at around 1 AM with my phone)

 

[Theflamre]

The city was quiet, the cold chill of a late night had covered the entire city. It stayed silent, including the station where the police were staying to do their reports. The sidekicks were tasked for one last patrol around the city before they could go home for the night. It was a good thing too as the silence would soon be broken by the man on the other side of the phone.

The Caller​

Any and all subordinates were to receive the call of him, the unknown man with a army by his side. A man of mystery with a goal to watch the world of heroes burn. Whether it was on TV, phone , or somewhere else, they would all get it.
"Hello there my subordinates. I know, it's been quite some time since our last chit chat and frankly, i'm still not in the mood to. I have business for you all. I want you to head to the docks and find the prison ship coming into the city tonight." The Caller's voice was dull and deep, the expression still hidden underneath the tv head. He knew of some of his pawns fears of the ocean. One part of him wanted them to go because he wanted to force the fears out and if he wanted a true team, he had to do this. "I will cause a distraction and I want you to retrieve a....old friend of mine. You'll know them because they might be the only one who will take the advantage to escape. Do not worry, I have found new transportation to pick you all up on but i'm expecting my friend to be with you." Static could be heard in the next line. "Do not fail me, subordinates. If you do, I will be sure to make your night hell. Anyways, that is your mission. I'll see you all there." Whatever was being used would immediately shut off and be in need to be turned back on.

10 minutes would pass before the ships at the docks would reach its destination. However, once it got there, it would receive a surprise of its own. A giant explosion came from one of the other ships beside it, hurting any who were trying to get cargo off. Sidekicks and the police would be immediately called by a disturbance at the docks and in need of serious help as more explosions would go off on the other boat.
D duegxybus Aliaas Doc Lappi @Echo the Guinea Pig Lord Theflamre Epiphany Ripley @Hexagon Space_Kaiser Moonshadow Pauly51 sincerely eik @RoxasTheExalted Shadow Alpha Spacing Out TheMilkMan ViciousVip3R YoungX

The city was quiet, the cold chill of a late night had covered the entire city. It stayed silent, including the station where the police were staying to do their reports. The sidekicks were tasked for one last patrol around the city before they could go home for the night. It was a good thing too as the silence would soon be broken by the man on the other side of the phone.

The Caller​

Any and all subordinates were to receive the call of him, the unknown man with a army by his side. A man of mystery with a goal to watch the world of heroes burn. Whether it was on TV, phone , or somewhere else, they would all get it.
"Hello there my subordinates. I know, it's been quite some time since our last chit chat and frankly, i'm still not in the mood to. I have business for you all. I want you to head to the docks and find the prison ship coming into the city tonight." The Caller's voice was dull and deep, the expression still hidden underneath the tv head. He knew of some of his pawns fears of the ocean. One part of him wanted them to go because he wanted to force the fears out and if he wanted a true team, he had to do this. "I will cause a distraction and I want you to retrieve a....old friend of mine. You'll know them because they might be the only one who will take the advantage to escape. Do not worry, I have found new transportation to pick you all up on but i'm expecting my friend to be with you." Static could be heard in the next line. "Do not fail me, subordinates. If you do, I will be sure to make your night hell. Anyways, that is your mission. I'll see you all there." Whatever was being used would immediately shut off and be in need to be turned back on.

10 minutes would pass before the ships at the docks would reach its destination. However, once it got there, it would receive a surprise of its own. A giant explosion came from one of the other ships beside it, hurting any who were trying to get cargo off. Sidekicks and the police would be immediately called by a disturbance at the docks and in need of serious help as more explosions would go off on the other boat.
D duegxybus Aliaas Doc Lappi @Echo the Guinea Pig Lord Theflamre Epiphany Ripley @Hexagon Space_Kaiser Moonshadow Pauly51 sincerely eik @RoxasTheExalted Shadow Alpha Spacing Out TheMilkMan ViciousVip3R YoungX

He's was a good few miles away from the explosion when it went off in fact he hadn't even noticed it. He was going on his normal Patrols through the slums wearing his standard Kevlar vest with his 575 fully loaded at his side. Things were going swimmingly so far no one has attacked and he hadn't had to attack anyone else. He was just about to finish his Patrol when the radio came to life "This is 794 10-35 at the docks 10-78 10-39." Came the Urgent request in less than a sentence the officer on the other end had told a lot. He had identified where he was ,that there was a major crime going on ,and that he needed assistance urgently. he pulled up his own radio placing it upon his chest with the mic facing towards his mouth "10-4 this is 622 I am in need of 10-87 " there was no code for I need a ride as most officers were to be of driving age he really needed to confront some people about that so instead he'd ask for a quote on quote escort. "10-4 622 478 is 10-60" at least there was an officer nearby he thought to himself. The city seemed to snap awake Sirens could be heard in the distance as he looked down the street he could see a patrol car coming towards him. He listen to the rising amount of noise not only from the sirens but also from his radio cops all over the city calling in and promising assistance. He thought of some words that his father had once told him they are the wolves we are the Sheepdogs "listen to them howl" he remarked to himself. The air was cold and filled with moisture honestly he had been expecting rain but after listening to the radio for a while he now saw that there would only be fire tonight.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Vesper

Prior to the explosion, Vesper had been laying on the roof of her penthouse enjoying the soft light provided by the moon. Her wings were outstretched on each side as they cut easily through the breeze. This was a common routine for her since she practically slept through the daylight hours and could freely fly around in the cover of the night. To anyone else, Vesper's crimson eyes would seem vacant but she was actually lost in her memories of the time she spent in Jewel's care until an annoying ass ringtone began to go off. Ves huffed as she pulled the phone from her pocket and saw that it was a call from the Caller but she had saved that number under 'Mr. Telly Tubby'. It gave her a good laugh every time he called to give out his orders since he had become the new boss or whatever he calls himself. She quickly flew to the docks, more out of curiosity than anything else, and watched the scene unfold from the air. She spotted a figure on a nearby roof and flew a few feet behind him when he asked for backup over the super secret Sub frequency causing the small earpiece in her buzzed. "Does it matter if I'm on the frequency if I'm already on the scene Holst," she spoke in light teasing manner.

Ripley
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[Ripley]

ELIJAH HOLST

Holst whirled around on instinct, grasping for a blade, his gloved hands moving like lightning - it was only when he was looking at the figure straightforward that he realized his mistake and slid his knife back in its respectful pocket. In the aftermath, Holst felt a creeping embarrassment, having been both thrown off guard and tricked by a fellow associate.

"Vesper." Holst's voice had an edge. "Don't do that again, please." He took a moment to study the subordinate - though she was mostly backlit by the city lights, he could still make out her bat-like wings and ears. While it didn't necessarily creep him out, Holst did find it to be slightly off putting at times. Well. Holst was no normal human being himself, so he supposed he had no room to talk. Either way, it was comforting to know he wouldn't be alone on this mission - even if this subordinate apparently found pleasure in scaring him half to death.

Easing back into his recon position, Holst's shoulders slackened and he re-aligned his scope. Though he only took a peek, he saw many things happening at once: the cargo ship, beginning to sink into the roiling waves, the police cruisers swinging onto the boardwalk, the plumes of smoke smothering his line of sight. How the hell was he supposed to find the VIP in this mess?

"I guess we won't be using the radio right now," Holst muttered, turning his attention back to Ves. "Got any ideas how we can get down there? I don't see many police or other undesirables - yet," he added. "This might just be a clear shot if we can breach the prison boat and bail the VIP out. What you think?"

Shadow Alpha

 

[BlueClover]

Shotgun Fist​

"Shotgun Fist!" Rita's fist shot forward at high speeds before stopping right in front of her. She slung her hand back while digging her feet deep into the ground as her hot breath slowly floated out into the cold air. This was Rita's way of relaxing, standing atop a roof and training though this time, without her master by her side.

Her arm slung down, her mind going to the old days of her with her master. The large man would usually laugh at her attempt at training, usually adjusting her before allowing her to try it again. A chuckle came from the girl, she moved some strands of hair from her eyes while looking at the moon this murky night. "Hey old man, how was it this time?" "Ha! You'll never be as good as me if you keep flinching! Heroes don't flinch and ya got a lot of potential. Don't waste it for a second thought." The girl walked around, talking in a deep voice with a slight unknown accent to it. She swung her arms wildly while giving great stomps to make her performance fit her master. Rita couldn't help but laugh again though this time softer while turning to the moon.

"I guess you're somewhere nicer...right? I hope it's nicer." She fell onto her butt, leaning back while using her hand to support her. The moonlight floated into her eyes, her knuckles curled and popped from the tension inside them. The cape also seemed to fall with her, covering her body to keep her warm in the cold air. Being the most exposed hero did have it perks but other times, it lead to her getting a cold.

That's when the sound of a explosion came off in the distance, causing her to jump to her feet. Rita looked wildly but then a fire came to her eye. She took a few steps back before running towards the edge of the building. A loud CA-CHUNK came from her legs as she was launched forward onto another building. Rita braced for the impact, getting into a squatting position as to absorb the shock. The girl smirked before continuing the process; the alert came to her but it was already too late as she was going to intercept it.

Rita only stopped once she had gotten to the docks and by then, she was only worried on getting the people out of the boat. She looked around and scoffed as no one else was there, or as far as she could see. The girl ran forward into what was the cargo boat of fire, grabbing two men at a time and getting them to safety. She grabbed her walkie-talkie and spoke it into. "Rita here!....How do you work this thing? Shit. Anyway, i'm helping out but I might need help myself here. Any sidekicks or police in the area, please respond."
Mentions:
Sidekicks and Police: Theflamre Epiphany ViciousVip3R ​

Subordinates(As they would probably see this): Shadow Alpha Ripley
Tv News: Doc

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[Doc]

EDEN​

"It's Shotgun Fist!" Eden's little brother peaked out from behind the corridor as the camera from the helicopter zoomed in on a girl arriving on the scene. Eden narrowed his eyes at him.

"Shouldn't you be asleep by now, Gabe?" He asked his little brother, who tried to hide behind the corridor.

"Go tuck him back in, Eden." His mother said. Eden shook his head, and walked over patting his brother on the back, before lifting the little guy into his arms.

"Come on, back to bed." He said as he carried him back to his bed. Gabriel giggled as Eden flipped him onto the bed, and covered him with the blankets. "What're you doing up so late anyway?"

"The boom woke me up." Gabriel responded. Eden frowned for a moment, and sat down next to his brother.

"Sorry about that, bud." Eden patted his brother's head, and gave him a subdued smile. "Villains are always up to no good." He chuckled.

"The heroes will stop them, or the sidekicks will at least." Gabriel reassured him. "Shotgun Fist is pretty strong, I have her trading card." Gabriel gave a big smile.

"Is she your favorite?" Eden asked.

"No... I like Celerity more." Gabriel shook his head. Eden raised an eyebrow he had no idea who Shotgun Fist or Celerity were really. He felt a bit ashamed his little brother was more informed about heroes than he was.

"Why?"

"Cause she's fast like me. I'm the fastest kid in the 2nd grade." Gabriel grinned proudly. "And I have her card in a holographic." Eden chuckled and shook his head. "When are you gonna become a hero?" Eden let out a sigh, and shrugged.

"I dunno, buddy. When God wills it so." He nodded.

"You have powers, I think you should become a sidekick, so then I can get your card too." Gabriel's eye lit up. "You'd be my favorite then." Eden smiled, and patted his head.

"Maybe one day..." He stood up. "Go on back to bed now, you got be up early tomorrow." He cut the lights off and walked out, back to the living room, taking a seat next to his grandmother. He noticed his body was glowing faintly.

"Maybe you should be out there helping out too." His grandmother said.

"Don't be trying to encourage that boy to go out and risk his life, momma." His mother snapped quickly. "He's right where he's supposed to be." Eden watched the screen intently.

 

[Theflamre]

Shotgun Fist​

"Shotgun Fist!" Rita's fist shot forward at high speeds before stopping right in front of her. She slung her hand back while digging her feet deep into the ground as her hot breath slowly floated out into the cold air. This was Rita's way of relaxing, standing atop a roof and training though this time, without her master by her side.

Her arm slung down, her mind going to the old days of her with her master. The large man would usually laugh at her attempt at training, usually adjusting her before allowing her to try it again. A chuckle came from the girl, she moved some strands of hair from her eyes while looking at the moon this murky night. "Hey old man, how was it this time." "Ha! You'll never be as good as me if you keep flinching! Heroes don't flinch and ya got a lot of potential. Don't waste it for a second thought." The girl walked around, talking in a deep voice with a slight unknown accent to it. She swung her arms wildly while giving great stomps to make her performance fit her master. Rita couldn't help but laugh again though this time softer while turning to the moon.

"I guess you're somewhere nicer...right? I hope it's nicer." She fell onto her butt, leaning back while using her hand to support her. The moonlight floated into her eyes, her knuckles curled and popped from the tension inside them. The cape also seemed to fall with her, covering her body to keep her warm in the cold air. Being the most exposed hero did have it perks but other times, it lead to her getting a cold.

That's when the sound of a explosion came off in the distance, causing her to jump to her feet. Rita looked wildly but then a fire came to her eye. She took a few steps back before running towards the edge of the building. A loud CA-CHUNK came from her legs as she was launched forward onto another building. Rita braced for the impact, getting into a squatting position as to absorb the shock. The girl smirked before continuing the process; the alert came to her but it was already too late as she was going to intercept it.

Rita only stopped once she had gotten to the docks and by then, she was only worried on getting the people out of the boat. She looked around and scoffed as no one else was there, or as far as she could see. The girl ran forward into what was the cargo boat of fire, grabbing two men at a time and getting them to safety. She grabbed her walkie-talkie and spoke it into. "Rita here!....How do you work this thing? Shit. Anyway, i'm helping out but I might need help myself here. Any sidekicks or police in the area, please respond."
Mentions:
Sidekicks: Theflamre ​

Subordinates(As they would probably see this): Shadow Alpha Ripley
Tv News: Doc

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Shotgun Fist​

"Shotgun Fist!" Rita's fist shot forward at high speeds before stopping right in front of her. She slung her hand back while digging her feet deep into the ground as her hot breath slowly floated out into the cold air. This was Rita's way of relaxing, standing atop a roof and training though this time, without her master by her side.

Her arm slung down, her mind going to the old days of her with her master. The large man would usually laugh at her attempt at training, usually adjusting her before allowing her to try it again. A chuckle came from the girl, she moved some strands of hair from her eyes while looking at the moon this murky night. "Hey old man, how was it this time?" "Ha! You'll never be as good as me if you keep flinching! Heroes don't flinch and ya got a lot of potential. Don't waste it for a second thought." The girl walked around, talking in a deep voice with a slight unknown accent to it. She swung her arms wildly while giving great stomps to make her performance fit her master. Rita couldn't help but laugh again though this time softer while turning to the moon.

"I guess you're somewhere nicer...right? I hope it's nicer." She fell onto her butt, leaning back while using her hand to support her. The moonlight floated into her eyes, her knuckles curled and popped from the tension inside them. The cape also seemed to fall with her, covering her body to keep her warm in the cold air. Being the most exposed hero did have it perks but other times, it lead to her getting a cold.

That's when the sound of a explosion came off in the distance, causing her to jump to her feet. Rita looked wildly but then a fire came to her eye. She took a few steps back before running towards the edge of the building. A loud CA-CHUNK came from her legs as she was launched forward onto another building. Rita braced for the impact, getting into a squatting position as to absorb the shock. The girl smirked before continuing the process; the alert came to her but it was already too late as she was going to intercept it.

Rita only stopped once she had gotten to the docks and by then, she was only worried on getting the people out of the boat. She looked around and scoffed as no one else was there, or as far as she could see. The girl ran forward into what was the cargo boat of fire, grabbing two men at a time and getting them to safety. She grabbed her walkie-talkie and spoke it into. "Rita here!....How do you work this thing? Shit. Anyway, i'm helping out but I might need help myself here. Any sidekicks or police in the area, please respond."
Mentions:
Sidekicks and Police: Theflamre Epiphany ViciousVip3R ​

Subordinates(As they would probably see this): Shadow Alpha Ripley
Tv News: Doc

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He moved in quickly , the car barely slowed as be jumped out. The cop drove off to stay with the barricade being set up a good but away. He walked quietly through the dock ,the smell of fire and the sea intertwining in a aroma of salt and death. He might had thought he was alone had it not been for Rita shouting into her walkie talky giving away her position. She had also failed to use 10 codes which minorly annoyed him. He walked up on her from behind "Not like that" He says awnsering both her questions.
Doc

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Vesper

She let out a light chuckle at Holst's embarrassment and how he tried to confidently play it off like he wasn't surprised, "Well, I can't make any promises when you make it soooo easy to sneak up on you." Vesper leaned her head over Holst's shoulder to get a clear sight of the madness occurring below them. Her crimson irises scanned the ship and figured that the target is still probably on the ship or maybe they managed to escape during the fray. It was to pick out the little details from this distance and came to a great conclusion, "The best way to get down is to jump in my opinion. If you create an opening around them, I can fly down and retrieve the target if they're too damn heavy....and now we have a bigger problem to deal with. It's going to be a lot harder with baby hulk down there trying to save the day but those lame ass sidekicks shouldn't know that the point of contact is down there amongst them."

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[Epiphany]

Celerity

"What was that?"

Jia blinked awake, then eyed the girl rolled up in blankets beside her. She stretched, yawned and muttered "Huh?"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Sleeping," murmured the sleepy Sidekick. Her brain woke a little more and she flashed a confident grin. "Thought you would be too."

The pillow to the face was well deserved but it served to completely wake her up. As the other girl rolled back over in bed to go back to sleep, Jia sat up, scratched her arm and struggled vainly to remember her date's name. Coming up empty, she slid out of bed, pulled a robe on and stepped out onto her balcony to smoke.

Wasn't her balcony, of course. Not really. This belonged to the Living Dynamo. Her. When the legendary Hero vanished in the same disaster that swallowed every other superpowered person of note, Jia's heart broke. It broke again when she found out that the Dynamo, Nicole, had left a will that settled Jia with her worldly possessions including the spacious apartment. It'd been...what, years? And still it felt like hers. Like Jia would always be an intruder here.

She squinted slightly as she thought she heard something. Car backfire? Not gunfire, that was too distinctive, too familiar. Then her phone lit up, wired into the Sidekick frequency the Police used via the ServeAndProtect app.

"Rita here!....How do you work this thing? Shit. Anyway, i'm helping out but I might need help myself here. Any sidekicks or police in the area, please respond."
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"What the fuck?"

Thumbing her phone open, Jia felt the world wind down like a clock as her senses accelerated. She glanced over the pending report, the request for help, and the current status check showing an explosion down by the docks. Swearing furiously, Jia blew through the balcony doors and gave a quick thought of gratitude that this place had been built to accommodate a speedster far faster than herself.

Seconds later, she was dressed and on her way, speeding furiously and kicking herself for being too distracted by a random hookup to pay attention to the call of duty. Hopefully no one had died.

Rita and Christopher alike suddenly found themselves joined by Celerity, dressed in her white trackpants and black tank-top, panting slightly.

"Hey, what'd I miss? How bad is it?" Barely pausing for an answer, Jia searches frantically for survivors or wounded to move and assist.

B BlueClover
Theflamre

 

[Ripley]

ELIJAH HOLST

A couple moments ticked by. Holst nudged himself forward closer to the edge of the building, momentarily resting his sights on the sidekick Vesper had pointed out. He wavered, gazing with uncertain intent, before lowering his weapon and looking to the subordinate beside him.

"Agreed. They do their job of saving the crewmen, and we go in after the VIP. As long as we don't alert the sidekicks of our presence, they won't suspect our involvement, and everyone will go home in one piece."

Another look through his scope revealed that the one sidekick now had two figures standing next to her. Holst felt a twinge of frustration. How many sidekicks were in this city?

And then there was Vesper's inquiry about jumping. Slowly, reluctantly, Holst shifted towards the building's exterior ladder. He was about to begin lowering himself down to the ground when he paused, and looked back up at Ves with a weary expression.

"If you fly in, I can draw their attention away from the prison ship. Turn off some lights, make some sparks. The sidekicks are here to help people, I presume - and if it comes to it, I'll give them people who need help." Holst flexed his fingers, surveyed his glove. "Anyways, it should give you the seconds to fly overhead and board the prison ship, so..."

Before he flipped his visor back down over his eyes, Holst held up his phone in a teasing manner, a rare slip in his professional demeanor, and stated: "...use the radio frequency this time, yeah? Just in case you run into trouble out there."

subordinate: Shadow Alpha

sidekick mentions: Epiphany Theflamre B BlueClover

 

[YoungX]

Miles​

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Miles would be in his bed sleeping until he geard his phone ringing.

"Huh what the?" He would be receiving a call from his Boss, Ralph Travis. "Boss? What's going on? I thought work was done for the day-"

"No time for explanations Miles! I need you down at the docks immediately! We got ourselves an attack over at the docks and I need you to report on the situation! I'm counting on you boy! Your one of my god dang best for someone so damn young!" His boss had hung up quite quickly.

"Shit.." He would get up and got on his clothes. "Can't forget my equipment." He would bring along his camera, pencil and notepad and went out the door. As he left his apartment door he would rush down to the ground floor and hurried to the docks.

Mile's Monologue within his thoughts:

'It's already been two years since that fateful day. The day when the heroes and my foster father, Oliver Hales, had disappeared from the world. He's still on the Police's missing report but he hasn't turned up since. People were sure that the heroes and villains involved with the attack are long gone. That they were dead after Captain Black Hole and Master Vortex unleashed a clusterfuck of a vortex. World's gone to hell since that day. Crime tore the Police a new asshole while people live like scared chickens. That wasn't the craziest thing that had happened though. No... the craziest thing to happen was the fact that the fate of the world rests in the hands of the Sidekicks, apprentices under the Heroes. They hadn't even finished their training yet... but we have no one else to rely on besides the Police. There's surely hope, though a shaky one at best. I'm one of the few who haven't given up on the world yet. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks that the Heroes, Villains and others caught up in the incident are still alive. Trapped within some void or some dimension. I don't know... maybe I'm in denial. Still regardless I want to get to the truth. I refuse to believe that they all died from that vortex. It's false hope I know but what I'm doing now, as a journalist, gives me better hope than the rest of the world. So what am I trying to do? Well first I want to give these people a new founded hope. Maybe if the heroes are alive and can be saved then... well then maybe things would be alright. I've already lost my parents to villains. I don't want to admit that I lost my foster father to another. The only one that I know may have a lead is the Caller but it's damn near impossible to get information on him... if it is a him in the first place. Damn guy wears a TV over his head from what I heard. Crazy guy if you ask me.'

Miles would call on a taxi to get him as close to the docks as possible. As he did he would hurry and jot notes based upon the news report playing within the Taxi screens.

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[Shadow Alpha]

Vesper

"No problem captain, I'll make sure to use the frequency," Vesper jokingly saluted Holst and readied herself to leap from the rooftop to go on with the plan until she came to a screeching halt. At the appearance of the new sidekick, an irritated sigh escaped her as she ruffled her short hair. It seemed as if the world was against the forces of evil wouldn't allow them to catch a break. Just when she thought everything couldn't get any more complicated, another wannabe hero appeared on the scene with the intention of foiling whatever plan TT had setup. "Well...we might have to change the plans up a little bit seeing as how we are painfully outnumbered by the odd squad down there. I'd be more than happy to fly down there but that'd basically be a suicide mission. Jewel taught me to avoid schemes that would result in a loss so we might need a backup plan captain."

Ripley​

 

[BlueClover]

Shotgun Fist​

Christopher would be grabbed by Rita who dug her nails into his shoulders and shook him. "HELP THEM!" She would yell with much irritation at him being so calm and not immediately going to help the others who were on the burning boat.

Lucky for them both, Celerity had come to the docks and was frantically helping with the others. Rita gave a sigh of relief, heading back one last time to make sure no one was still on the boat. The fire department soon came to attempt to douse out the boat and remaining workers would try to salvage whatever they could. Rita took this chance to breath, a hot build-up had grown in her chest and releasing it into the cold air helped her relaxed just a little....just a little. That's when a bullet zipped by, going through the docks, making the girl with shotgun arms to go back into defense mode.

Computer-Heads​

"Hello subordinates. Like my new toy?" From behind the subordinates would come a voice and if they turned, they would spot a figure with a sniper-rifle on their shoulder. It had something reminiscent to that of a old desktop computer and on that screen was The Caller. Something was off about it, the new person almost seemed to be a hologram except it definitely had a presence. "It's amazing what some time in hiding can do for you. Say hello to my new digital assassins, I call them Computer-Heads. Don't think of them as replacement, they're not cheap to make. Anyways, I brought them in because of how outnumbered you must be with the sidekicks out and about. I need you to get there now. I'm buying you more time but people are starting to wonder what caused that explosion and will try to take that cargo in the prison ship away. So work fast. I'm giving you this one to control as you like, maybe i'll let you keep it to test the full power of it. I'll be picking you up in 6 minutes so make your next moves quick. The Caller, off." The screen shut off as a hour glass icon appeared in the center before turning a light blue in color, it waited for its orders.

Meanwhile, a beam of energy shot down onto the docks as seven more of the Computer-Heads appeared onto the scene. Two obtained spiked bats, three had simple pistols, and the other had two swords. Their screens flashed red before the four with bats and swords charged towards the sidekicks, swinging their weapons though with a lack of skill to it. The other three kept their distance, running backwards while firing their weapons, all part of the distraction.
Sidekick mentions: Epiphany Theflamre
Subordinates: Ripley Shadow Alpha
Tv News and General: Doc ViciousVip3R YoungX

 

[YoungX]

Miles
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The taxi driver took him towards the entrance of the docks. "Alright this is your stop. I'm not going in anymore for safety reasons. Now look it's not my business or anything but your really should consider maybe a few shots before finding a new taxi ok?"

Upon paying the fee, Miles would open the door. "Sure thing. Wasn't planning on sticking too long." With that the taxi driver would leave though he did have his doubts.

"What the hell...?" He would hide as he sees people wearing computers on their heads. "Are those like the Caller's minions? People are going to need to know about this for sure." Upon taking out his camera, he would take detailed snapshots of the fight. Then he would start recording the fight with his camera. "Thank goodness for HD capture."

His thoughts: 'Now then... what are you going to do Sidekicks?'

With the fight going on, Miles would take detailed notes of everything that he could see. He wasn't going to intervene on the Sidekick's business. His fight would be somewhere else after all.

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[Lappi]

Derick was currently cleaning up when he heard the phone in the now dead man's house go off. It went off over speaker, he listened to the message carefully. 'I should go but I need to clean this mess up' he thought to himself.
It was quite a gruesome scene. 3 gang members all transporting drugs. One on the ground with half his head missing, shot right through the door. The other 2 were taken out pretty conventional. One to the gut, one to the head.
He had already bleached out the blood, and picked up the drugs. So instead of cleaning it like he should he took the easy way out and He went to the power outlet next to the phone and disappeared in puff of black smoke. Rapidly transporting through the wires to the docks. He didn't encounter much resistance so he got there and appeared next to the closest street light. But that was still pretty far away and he had little to no idea what was happening. He seemed to be quite late. So before anything else happened, he slid out of there back into the eletrical grid. And appearing back in his small house. A small black cat waiting for him next to his chair. He sat down inside of it and turned on his radio. Expecting a angry phone call from his current employer at any moment.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Vesper

Vesper turned to face the voice with an expression that was a mix of amusement and confusion, she never understood why he was called the caller when his head was an old television set instead of phone. It wasn't the first time she had realized that super powered beings had the worse ideas for their alias. She listened as their 'boss' droned on about the importance of getting the target within the next 6 minutes. The dummy Caller gave her chills and she honestly wanted nothing to do with it so she leapt into the air and sent Holst a mock salute, "You can deal with the baby TV, I'm gonna go on ahead since we're on a short time schedule and all that." Vesper glided through the air without making a sound and scanned the ground for their charge. It was annoying to search from up there due to all the chaos that was caused by the Caller's offspring but she saw a lone figure that seemed completely fine and undisturbed by the hell around them. Vesper angled herself down and nosedived behind a large piece of wreckage as she waved the target over.
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Ripley B BlueClover

 

[Lappi]

Deputy Johnson was in the police station having a smoke break when he heard something over the police scanner
"Gunshots on 1126 Garden Drive apartment complex. Door kicked open in room 126 floor 3. No assaliant was seen leaving the building."
He leaned into the scanner and spoke "Deputy Johnson and then some on the way"
Deputy Johnson got up from his chair and went into the main office "I'm pretty sure someone else heard that, anyone want to give me some help?" He said into the police office full of actual police officers. He was just a deputy, but a part of the force none the less. Though, he was training to become a detective.

He went to the gun locker and grabbed a Remington 870. And loaded it.

 

[Pauly51]

Mueller was sitting in the office of his former partner and now Captain Francine Smiraldo aka Frankie. He had waited five years for the summons to go back to the police force. After the incident, he had spent the previous years in the purgatory of big city social services as a social worker. Paperwork and other people’s problems out the gazoo. Ugh, he hated it. Frankie pushed is old badge and Glock 41 pistol across the desk to Roger. “This time don’t screw the subordinate and screw things up.” Roger replied, “Well, I got her pregnant and married her. It was the honorable thing to do’” Frankie said, “For Natasha Maria aka Hella Kitty, I would have done the same.” Anyway she said, “I had to make the police commissioner and the social services director think that it was their idea. I told that I need someone who was fearless” She continued, “I should have won the frickening Nobel Peace prize.”

Roger took the badge and his old gun and left Smiraldo’s office. He said, “I won’t let you down.” He pondered to himself. It was the first time in his life that he had something to be afraid for. In the past, he was single guy from Podunk Springs. Now, he had Natasha Maria, five year old son Petey, and cramped 800 square foot/ one bedroom apartment in Queens. Things were more complex now.

One of the beat cops saw Roger leave the Captain’s office, “Hey it is Roger That. He’s back in the game. Roger smiled and then shouted, “Deputy Johnson, wait up…..”

 

[Pauly51]

Johnson, I’m Mueller. He stuck out his right hand to shake. Let’s get over to this Garden Drive apartment complex asap. Roger leaned over the motor pool desk and retrieved the keys to squad car 587. Mueller and Johnson quickly found the black and white Crown Victoria. They jumped in. Obviously, Deputy Johnson had the appropriate firearm to ride shotgun. So, Mueller turned on the ignition and sound off the sirens. He smiled and said, “Let’s get the hell out of dodge.” They got to Garden Drive in five minutes.

While driving like a bat out of hell, Mueller asked Johnson. “Have you ever considered using a Mossberg 590 instead of the Remington? My buddies in the 82nd swore by them.”

 

[Epiphany]

Celerity

Jia wipes the sweat off her face as she finishes rescuing the last dock worker and sailor from flaming wreckage. Between the heat and her haste, she feels a little wiped. Once the fire department starts putting the flames out, she circles back to Rita and Christopher before putting her hands on her hips. Panting a little, she spots people trying to salvage something from the burned out husks and shakes her head.

"Wonder what happened," she comments to her fellow Sidekicks. "I don't suppose either of you know what's going on here? Industrial accident? Or something-"

The sound of a bullet puts Jia right back in the zone. She winds the world down, tracks back the path of the bullet and spots four men with...uh, computer heads? Charging them with swords and spiked baseball bats. "What. The. Hell." More bullets flew by as three more people with computers for heads kept firing pistols at them. "If you're hoping for a chance to mix it up, Rita, I think here's your chance!"

Jia knows Rita is much better at duking it out than she is. So Celerity rushes right through their ranks, sprinting fast enough to ripple their clothes in her wake as she speeds parallel with the three in the back. She can't dodge bullets. But she can flank them and hit them from behind.

Theflamre B BlueClover

 

[Theflamre]

Shotgun Fist​

Christopher would be grabbed by Rita who dug her nails into his shoulders and shook him. "HELP THEM!" She would yell with much irritation at him being so calm and not immediately going to help the others who were on the burning boat.

Lucky for them both, Celerity had come to the docks and was frantically helping with the others. Rita gave a sigh of relief, heading back one last time to make sure no one was still on the boat. The fire department soon came to attempt to douse out the boat and remaining workers would try to salvage whatever they could. Rita took this chance to breath, a hot build-up had grown in her chest and releasing it into the cold air helped her relaxed just a little....just a little. That's when a bullet zipped by, going through the docks, making the girl with shotgun arms to go back into defense mode.

Computer-Heads​

"Hello subordinates. Like my new toy?" From behind the subordinates would come a voice and if they turned, they would spot a figure with a sniper-rifle on their shoulder. It had something reminiscent to that of a old desktop computer and on that screen was The Caller. Something was off about it, the new person almost seemed to be a hologram except it definitely had a presence. "It's amazing what some time in hiding can do for you. Say hello to my new digital assassins, I call them Computer-Heads. Don't think of them as replacement, they're not cheap to make. Anyways, I brought them in because of how outnumbered you must be with the sidekicks out and about. I need you to get there now. I'm buying you more time but people are starting to wonder what caused that explosion and will try to take that cargo in the prison ship away. So work fast. I'm giving you this one to control as you like, maybe i'll let you keep it to test the full power of it. I'll be picking you up in 6 minutes so make your next moves quick. The Caller, off." The screen shut off as a hour glass icon appeared in the center before turning a light blue in color, it waited for its orders.

Meanwhile, a beam of energy shot down onto the docks as seven more of the Computer-Heads appeared onto the scene. Two obtained spiked bats, three had simple pistols, and the other had two swords. Their screens flashed red before the four with bats and swords charged towards the sidekicks, swinging their weapons though with a lack of skill to it. The other three kept their distance, running backwards while firing their weapons, all part of the distraction.
Sidekick mentions: Epiphany Theflamre
Subordinates: Ripley Shadow Alpha
Tv News and General: Doc ViciousVip3R YoungX

He shot one of the ones with a short sword through the head . The glass shattering and the foul creature falling dead. The the second one rushed forward stabbing at him caught it with his hand ,moving to make sure as the blade slid through it didn't hit the main part of his body. When the creature was almost face to face with him he pressed his pistol in where it's chin would be blowing a large hole in the bottom of the mointer and through the top of it head. As it fell he opened fire on the other two hitting one in the back of the leg and side of the torso. He looked at the sword in annoyance it pulling it out slowly to avoid damaging his hand beyond use. "Useless sons of bitches" thought who he was talking about would only remain known to him.

 

[Lappi]

Mueller was sitting in the office of his former partner and now Captain Francine Smiraldo aka Frankie. He had waited five years for the summons to go back to the police force. After the incident, he had spent the previous years in the purgatory of big city social services as a social worker. Paperwork and other people’s problems out the gazoo. Ugh, he hated it. Frankie pushed is old badge and Glock 41 pistol across the desk to Roger. “This time don’t screw the subordinate and screw things up.” Roger replied, “Well, I got her pregnant and married her. It was the honorable thing to do’” Frankie said, “For Natasha Maria aka Hella Kitty, I would have done the same.” Anyway she said, “I had to make the police commissioner and the social services director think that it was their idea. I told that I need someone who was fearless” She continued, “I should have won the frickening Nobel Peace prize.”

Roger took the badge and his old gun and left Smiraldo’s office. He said, “I won’t let you down.” He pondered to himself. It was the first time in his life that he had something to be afraid for. In the past, he was single guy from Podunk Springs. Now, he had Natasha Maria, five year old son Petey, and cramped 800 square foot/ one bedroom apartment in Queens. Things were more complex now.

One of the beat cops saw Roger leave the Captain’s office, “Hey it is Roger That. He’s back in the game. Roger smiled and then shouted, “Deputy Johnson, wait up…..”

Johnson, I’m Mueller. He stuck out his right hand to shake. Let’s get over to this Garden Drive apartment complex asap. Roger leaned over the motor pool desk and retrieved the keys to squad car 587. Mueller and Johnson quickly found the black and white Crown Victoria. They jumped in. Obviously, Deputy Johnson had the appropriate firearm to ride shotgun. So, Mueller turned on the ignition and sound off the sirens. He smiled and said, “Let’s get the hell out of dodge.” They got to Garden Drive in five minutes.

While driving like a bat out of hell, Mueller asked Johnson. “Have you ever considered using a Mossberg 590 instead of the Remington? My buddies in the 82nd swore by them.”

Johnson shook Muller's hand "Nice to meet you" he got into the car. Riding in the passenger side and not buckling in. He saw Roger come in the back seat and nodded at him before turning back. Sinking a bit into his seat from the high speed he turned to Muller. "It's all apples and oranges. I just grabbed the first gun in the cabnit" he took note that the man driving was in the millitary. And the. Stayed quite until they reached the apartment. At which he got out of the car and entered the apartment. Going up to the second floor. Sparing no time for the others to catch up.

 

[Pauly51]

Mueller pulled his Glock 41 out of holster. He made sure that his duty firearm had a 13 bullet magazine in it. He a couple spare magazines in his jacket pocket. He clicked the safety off and followed Deputy Johnson up to the second floor. Then, he said, “First, let’s figure out how many stairwells and fire escapes that this place has. Next, we will go up to 3 floor, Unit 126. Do you agree?

He had been back on the job for 30 minutes and was already back in the thick of it. He was nervous and sweating profusely. His heart was pounding at 150 beats a minute. In five years of social work, Roger had forgotten the law enforcement and the military were long periods of incurable boredom punctuated by moments of terrifying panic. But, this was the choice that he had made. Then, he remembered the saying from the old company commander... always forward.....