Heroes: The Rise of Omnicorp

[frigidmagi]

Blast reached out felt the power that feed into the force field. It had the light, almost sugary feel of the ring boxes and his stomach almost rebelled at the thought. He withdrew his hand.

"It's a ringbox boss. I don't think I can drain it and if I did I would be worhtless tomorrow." he reported.

[LadyTevar]

Argent looked off in the direction of Nevada, a thousand miles away, as she felt something odd from Blast. But it seemed to be nothing important.

[Cynical Cat]

"You know your limits," said Blackheart. "If you don't like the risk, we have other options. Like a localized gravity increase turning the forcefield generators, emitters, or whatever to scrap. Can you trace the energy flow and tell Gravitas where to crush?"

[LadyTevar]

"Ghost?" Argent asked, looking over at him.

[rhoenix]

After six hours of continuous exertion of his abilities, Alexander quickly fell into a weary nap. He woke an hour later, and greedily gulped down his remaining glass of orange juice, and quickly poured himself another as he mentally went over his next workout.

This next one wasn't about the maximum he could push - this was about fine control. Sitting in a meditative pose, he relaxed his body completely as he had been taught by his jujitsu teacher those years ago - those lessons served him well now. For the next few hours, he practiced the more subtle aspects of his ability that he was now coming to deeply appreciate.

[Agent Fisher]

He looked over at her. "He isn't listening to me Argent. I don't know if he's ignoring me or the comm channel is damaged."

[LadyTevar]

"Shit. So much for trying to get him out of there alive...," Li Na muttered, slumping back in her chair and munching on a springroll.

[SirNitram]

"They know we're here. No need for Finesse." Gravitas pointed out at the question of pinpointing. Graviational warps formed around the edges generating the forcefield, and tore at it like massive hands ripping tissue paper.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart walked forward, spot light beams still flashing from his eyes. "Come out, come out where ever you are."

[frigidmagi]

Blast stalked forward behind Blackheart, he was tense. Even if they won he was likely to have one hell of a bad day tomorrow.

[SirNitram]

Gravitas simply let himself begin feeling the universe around him, following Blast and Blackheart. His newly Chrysalised form would probably be ready for combat by now, but he was going to save that discovery for when needed.

[B4UTRUST]

The red light field faded from view, returning the area to the total pitch black. The alarms continued to wail from all directions. Blackheart's 'spot light's' barely managed to pierce the darkness beyond a foot or so in front of him. He shortly discovered the reason when he smacked face first into a wall that seemed to be absorbing the light.

Gravitas's sense gave him the feeling of a fairly large structure around them, and at least a dozen points of high energy concentrations beyond the 'wall', though the absolute abundence of a similar energy signature all around them wasn't making it any easier to pinpoint.

Behind Gravitas' head a solid dark red orb appeared and picked up speed before impacting. It hit the back of his head hard enough to give a normal person a concusion easily before fading away. A second later two more appeared to continue the assault, materializing long enough to strike before dissipating, leaving no obvious target to retaliate against.

Gravitas' pain was not to be his alone as dozens of the orbs appeared and began to batter themselves against the foursomes bodies and shields before fading away only to materialize again and repeating the process.

To add to the confusion the area around them began to shake and move alarmingly. The floor shifted and seemed to move to become one of the walls before possibly becoming the ceiling, or was it the wall behind them? It was getting hard to tell as the room rapidly began to spin and flip all around them, leaving them unsure. What may have been behind them, or perhaps under them, a large shift in mass was noticible, as if a floor had been lifted up into the ceiling possibly.

The room lurched again violently, definately backwards, then just as quickly forwards, followed by side to side and repeating even as it continued to spin and roll. All the while the orbs uneeringly assaulted them, appearing, striking and dissolving before appearing again all around them.

[Marcao]

He was annoyed.

Maybe he had been naive in expecting that this would be easy but the glacial pace of progress deeper into this facility was starting to irritate him. The red light faded and only blackheart's light were visible. He could help with that, his power flaring ever so slightly as he caused his entire body to emit a soft green glow. Unfortunately, he did not act quickly enough to prevent Blackheart from finding a wall.

Cute.

The dark red orbs that arrived did not bother him as they impacted on his force screen. Still, their presence was certainly known. The impacts did not impact significant force to pierce through the barrier, but their presence was an annoyance that he did not wish to deal with. When the floor began to shake he sighed, a moment later and his body left the ground and hovered a handful of inches above it.

"Okay, I have had enough." He muttered as the room began to shift and lurch more violently than before. He touched his power he visualized where he wanted to go and lashed out. He did not have the raw destructive potential of a fully charged Blast, but the amount of energy that he could harness, shape and manipulate was nonetheless substantial.

A torrent of emerald energy manifested in the room as it crossed the distance between himself and his target in fractions of a second. The energy was aimed at a wall and meant to devastate a path for himself and the rest of the team that would be comfortable for them to reach. When he found Saibot, he would make certain that the meta understood the full depth of his displeasure.

[B4UTRUST]

Tach's energy barrage was seemingly ineffectual. The wall rippled as the mass of energy slammed into it, but no one spot was held under the deadly blast to penetrate. The room continued to tilt, spin, roll and move around them. Though Tach's outburst did cause at one noticible thing. The walls, floor and ceiling were quickly superheated to several hundred degrees, raising the internal air temperature from somewhat warm to lung-searing. This wasn't really as big a problem as one would expect, however, since the occupants of the gyrating chamber quickly found it very difficult to get enough of the life-sustaining, throat-broiling air at all. Soon they would be gasping for every breath they took.

Gravitas felt the mass shift again around them, signaling they have moved in a downward direction and backwards. Whatever had been raised before was lowered as a speed to indicate that it had been dropped and was now resting above and around them.

[SirNitram]

Gravitas' body was adapted for total vacuum, and quickly found the most efficient method of dealing with the situation. Nictating membranes covered his eyes, muscles contracted, and his body pressure-sealed. His allies, however, would soon become asphyxiated. The searing heat was truly nothing noticable; it was nothing compared to a sunlit portion of the moon. He instantly began to work, opening a rift in space connecting the quartet with the outside world, specifically, the air above the facility itself. Air roared in, though to maintain it with such a pressure difference would suck valuable concentration.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart floated above the floor, freeing himself from the disorientating spin. The heated air was a mere annoyance, not that it lasted long. Saibot's former masters had left behind enormous resources and they weren't Fed. No wonder the various authorities wanted to know who they were. He put his fist into the black wall.

[frigidmagi]

Blast was very much affected by the lack of air. He was almost driven to his knees as he gasped for a breath of throat searing air. Blackness hovered on the edge of his vision. He needed air! He pointed his hand straight up and fired, a raving torrent of eye searing bright energy soared for the ceiling.

[B4UTRUST]

Blast's discharge temporarily lit up the box with the luminescence of a small sun, blinding any who were looking in his general direction after the all encompassing darkness before. The darkness returned, though a cracking sound was heard from above, followed by the sound of something slowly falling. It sounded almost like rain, though it was immediately obvious that it was something else, and felt like sand.

Blackheart's fists slammed into the wall again and again, sending cracks along its structure around the points of impact. Finally enough damage was caused to break through to the other side. When his fist pulled back to ready for another hit, sand rushed through like a high-powered hose.

The sand stopped a minute later followed by the 'box' seperating off into individual containers, sectioning away the four from each other.

While the air was thin, it was no longer non-existant or suffocatingly hot, allowing Tach and Blast to breathe easier, though it still seemed a struggle to get their breath.

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"Alright, we have them contained for the moment. Your problem, now. Deal with this."

[Cynical Cat]

"An effective delay," said Blackheart. "The amount of money these guys have available to pour down holes is staggering. It has to have come from somewhere and there aren't that many nations or organizations that could even attempt to hide it. Does Saibot know how much information about Guardian Force's masters he's giving away? Does he care?"

For now it didn't matter. The sectioning of the room made his decision simpler. He tore the floor apart. He could go for a long time without air and sand would only slow him down. Their was either a mechanism to move the room, which was probably some kind of virtual matter force field, and a passage to move it to the current location. Mechanisms were something he could destroy and passages could be used by him as well.

[Dark Silver]

"Your a Jackass...you could have gotten them out of here by now. I'm pretty sure one of you could have had the teleporter working again.." was his reply, as he took his Ring back, and for a moment, let his hand rest on the pouch at his waist containing the vial.

Hopefully Blackheart would listen to reason, and leave.

If not....hopefully he could beat the fuck out of him without killing him or using the contents of the vial. He doubted it.

Saibot walked out of the room, following the hallways till he got to the shaft. Blackheart would be through in a bit. The more he thought about it, the more he was certain Blackheart was going to go for his blood.

The faceplate slide open, and Saibot pulled out the vial. He could hear the pounding from where Blackheart was working his way through. He untopped the cork of the vial, and stared at the thick, viscous liquid within. He shuddered as he thought about what he was about to do..but he'd need every edge he could get in a moment.

He put the vial to his lips, and drank. He swallows, all he took, and it burned his mouth like fire. It burned the entire length of his throat, then spread outward. Like a firestorm was raging through his entire body, the pain nearly caused him to shatter the glass vial in his hand, but he had the presence of mind not to. Slowly, as the pain of the fire died to a burning heat within his body, he felt the change.

It was supreme, he felt powerful. His entire energy burned with raw power, he felt connected to his Ring like never before, could feel it on a intimate level, like it was apart of his body, the energies contained within it. He sense of hearing and smell were stronger, he smelt the scents of disinfectants and dust and oldness of the base. He heard Blackheart's pounding as if it was right next time him. Even his mind was clearer, his will strongly defined. And in that moment, all barriers removed, from the newest, to the oldest. Realization struck him.

He knew and he Felt.

The knowledge which struck him was incredible, unbeleivable even. But he pushed it back.

Blackheart would be there soon.

He flew to the surface, where the others had been taken, and landed on the hot desert sand. The ground before him was overturned recently, come cacti sticking upside down within the sand. This was the spot. He cleared sand off one of the boxes, the one he guessed by the amounts of beating that was being given, was Blackheart. The box would disappear shortly, and he'd get a chance to talk. Hopefully this was done *before* the other boxes dissipated.

He erected a forcefield around himself, like his Iron Will, enhanced by the power of the demon blood coursing through his body, was nearly impenetrable. Blackheart could bang on it for at least a few hours, and he'd be safe. At the very least, it'd force the men to talk without going right to beating each other to death.


(edit: altered because of information from GM)

[LadyTevar]

The glass in her hand fell to the floor and shattered as the large blank hole inside Argent's head shimmered and vanished, reconnecting the link between herself and

"Garth............. oh fuck... oh fuck.... I can feel him again......"

[B4UTRUST]

As the floor was torn apart Blackheart found only more sand below which started to rise steadily into the 'chamber'.

[Cynical Cat]

"Fuck this shit," said Blackheart. They had obviously been buried force fielded and buried in the sand, but force fields had their own limitations. His flash vision blazed, sealing the holes with molten glass. Then he rose up.

Force fields didn't have mass and while the sand would slow him down, he could still fly through it. He wasn't in the mood to fuck around anymore. He widened the wall rip and flew upwards through the sand.

[SirNitram]

"Oh no. I've been put in a box." Gravitas said sarcastically. "How could I ever..." Space folded, a wormhole opened, and he emerged into the sand. It retreated from around him, pushed away by the fields of gravity around the Nova. "..Escape such a dire predicament."

"I'm over here, Ring-boy." Gravitas lifted a hand. Energy rippled around him defensively. "And unless your heart can withstand three G's of pressure, you better surrender."

[frigidmagi]

Blast fell against a wall with a grunt, gasping for air. It was hot and thin and burned his throat but he was damn glad to have it. He was in a box. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. He knew though that Blackheart didn't bring him out here to sit in a box while he and Grav did all the work.

He brought up his hands and took a deep breath, energy flowed from one hand to another. Thanks to pesky laws of physics he didn't get all the energy he expended back but it would have to do. The box got hotter and brighter. His eyes and throat hurt. His hands looked as if they were encased in a glowing orb of sunfire. He thrust it into the wall in front of him. If he couldn't blast his way out... He would burn his way out.