Heroes: Shadows over Millenium

[Charon]

Legacies pulled the tendrils away at first, pulling back the tendrils lashed out at speeds that bordered on too fast to be seen, perhaps even bordering on the sound barrier. He didn't seem to recognize Blackheart's order. The first tendril cracked loudly against the shield, then more tendrils lashed out, some stabbing, others continuing the slashing motions, attempting to crack the shell that protected Saibot.

[LadyTevar]

Now... distrust from the one with many burdens. Expectations proved right. No.. that was wrong. That shouldn't be...

Argent was being lifted gently onto the board by Troll when her eyes flew open, totally silver for once. "No... not fight... not... hate... Stop........"

**PEACE** That's what Gravitas had wanted. That's what she wanted, a way to do this without harming families. **Friendship/fellowship** All meta, why did they want to hurt each other? Gravitas had the right idea... **PEACE**

Nearly unconcious, shocky, but Argent's empathic wave swept out over those in the room, especially Blast and Freakshow.

[frigidmagi]

"She doesn't have time for maps. Your mind rapist fuck made damn sure of that. MOVE TROLL!" He hollered. Troll thank God dived to the side and Blast let loose. He aimed above the entry way a vaporizing, not blowing away, but completely vaporizing the stone. Clear way up... Not completely to the surface... He thought... Aw fuck it they could arrest him later if they didn't like it. He turned to Hotfoot.

"Grab her and run for a surface hospital. Hit people until she gets a doctor. MOVE!" He hollered. He turnned to freakshow. He was still glowing.

"I'm going to fix your mess. YES YOUR GODDAMN MESS YOU SMUG SELF RIGHTEOUS LITTLE HYPOCRITE! CAUSED BY PEOPLE YOU SHELTERED! If you are not here when I return, I will hunt you down my damn self and tear you into pieces." He snarled and ran towards the battle.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost had reached the room. He ran into Blast as he came out of the room. Ghost moved in front of him, he had heard his yelling. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT NOW, KID!" He yelled at him. "Now, tell me what the fuck is going on, right now." He ordered.

[Dark Silver]

Pain.

Gravitas' own Ring...how did he obtain a Ring..poured refined Holy energy into the Guardian's shield, Legacies tendrils, empowered by his sword, slammed into his shield, and Blackheart's ever present, tight hold.

It was happening..they were beating him. He knew what would happen next, his costume would be torn from him, his uniform defiled, his body beaten, then violated again, over and over...

There was only one way to do stop it,one way to make sure it didn't happen.

The Guardian's fist clinched, as he send a command to the Ring mentally. The Ring was the original, it had control of the experimental Ring Gravitas had. The beam of energy suddenly stopped, as the prototype Ring stopped channeling, and started storing - drawing from the Nova's stores of power, and empowering itself. It only did enough, to weaken the Nova, to cause him to pass out, before transfering the energy back into him.

That left only the last two...he would kill all of them, but he would not be their plaything again....

The Ring began to glow again, brightly, before something in his mind snapped.

The Guardian went limp, the forcefield fading away, becoming nothing, and the white Guardian costume, fading back into Saibot's old one.

Legacies tendrils slammed and jabbed into Saibot, the costume offered some protection, but not enough from the kenetic force. If his mind had not shutdown, Saibot would have been knocked unconcious..

He was limp in Blackheart's arms, as the Ring slide off his finger, and clattered to the ground, the light of it dying.

[B4UTRUST]

Freakshow remained almost stoic under Blast's vicious outburst. He bore it like a man who had dealt with it before, and knew that he would again. Tiring, wearing, but dealable.
"Troll, if they take her out, make sure they get there safely."

Troll looked towards the man running and then back at the injured woman and then to Freakshow.
"She's in shock. She needs medical attention now, not an hour from now when you somehow get back to the mainland," Troll spoke. He was calm, rational, gentle. Very much at ends with his otherwise monsterous appearance. His voice was a bit gruff, very deep, gravely.
"I can try to help if you'll let me. Or you can do as he said and take her out of here."

[SirNitram]

The artiicial ring got the signal to recharge. It began to suck. And life, for Gravitas, once again became pure pain.

The white flame had been released twice before this moment; once from an arm, to pure the Carver virus from Legacies. Once, in a highly regulated blast to shatter the shield. Now, the ring began siphoning all it could take.

Gravitas' body became it's own funeral pyre as the white flames erupted from every pore, flowing over him like water. There was no voice left to scream, but his mouth hung open anyways. Immense energy flowed into the ring, the white fire turning the tunnel into a tortured landscape of brilliance and shadows for those brief moments.

Then the ring hit capacity, and returned the fire to it's place. Gravitas' body, smoking, hit the ground with a head crash.

[Cynical Cat]

"Fuck," Blackheart swore. He eyed Legacies. Seemed alright. "Everyone who can, sound off on their status or those of downed team mates. Lets get the seriously wounded evacuated."

[Hotfoot]

Hotfoot looked at Ghost, giving him a look of concern. "Toss me the medkit, I think I've got to run." If Ghost gave him the kit, he would take it with him.

He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to run off as things were getting so heated, but he didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. He looked at Troll, then at Blast, then at Freakshow. He took his gas mask and tossed it to Freakshow. "Here, give it to someone down here who needs it. I'll be back as fast as I can. I'm sorry."

With that, he picked up Argent, hefting her onto his back. He took a deep breath. When he was done, the shield was back up, enveloping both Argent and himself. He started running and climbing and clawing as best as he could under the load he was carrying. Within a few seconds, they were out and running...where, he wasn't sure exactly, but it was back towards the city.

[Charon]

Legacies paused in his assault for only a moment, then the tendrils reached out and grabbed tightly around Saibot's throat, pulling him away from Blackheart. A quick jab of a second tendril shattered the helmet that Saibot wore as the tendril around the unconcious meta's head began to tighten. Legacies meanwhile had not seemed to change his outward demenor at all. Even down the link, all Argent could feel was the usual cold collected calm again.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost looked at Hotfoot and tore off his gas mask when he took off running. "Fucking god damn kids." He moved into the room, looking at Freakshow. "Your Freakshow, right? I know your evacing your people, but what are you doing about the people you've agreed to give to us and where are you going?"

[frigidmagi]

Blast heard the call as he was half way to the combat zone. He stopped and tried to breath for a second.

"Blast here. I got Hotfoot evacing Argent out towards the city. Ghost is with the head guys. I'm between them and you." He answered. He still felt a need to blow shit up.

[LadyTevar]

Argent was slipping away. The emotions around her were so strong, anger/fear/worry/hate. It was too much to think about, too much to worry about.

She was being lifted, she knew that, could feel that vaguely. Then welcoming blackness rose and she passed into unconciousness, with Legacies' cold calming presence the last thing she felt.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart looked at Legacies. "I know how you feel, but this is not happening. Acting on his feelings is what got him going in lone wolf mode and chewed up. Acting on his feelings is what fueled this spree. Acting on my feelings would mean terrible things, things which I refuse to do every day. This isn't happening. Put him down. He's helpless. He'll be held to account. There will be NO MORE MURDERS ON MY WATCH!"

[Charon]

The silver figure seemed to have paid no heed to Blackheart's words for a few moments. "We are most willing to give you a perfectly justified reason after we are finished. After all, those were your orders."

Legacies tightened the tendril around Saibot's throat more, a tendril lifting up and placing it's sharpened point against the metas forehead. "We shall give him a quick death, in recognition to his service."

[B4UTRUST]

"Troll, follow them as best you can, make sure they get there safely, after that evac to a safe place."
"You got it boss. You gonna be ok?"
"I'll be the same as always."
"Lying to show the strong face, sacrificing your health for your people and generally making yourself sick."
"That about covers it."
"Take care, see you soon."
"You too."

Freakshow watched as Troll leapt out of the hole and started following Hotfoot. He wasn't a speed demon but he had the leg strength and stride to put olympic athletes to shame.

"I should tell you, agent, that whatever agreement was made has since been broken by having your fellow psychopaths with badges go rampaging through here destroying everything in sight and trying to bring the place down around us. I should tell you that it was broken when Blackheart didn't accept Gravitas' deal to begin with. I should tell you all those things because they are the truth of the matter.

"However, I tell you this. The evacuation will take time. I suggest that if you want to get them still, you get your team under control and get them before they evacuate too. Right now just the injured children and women are evacuating. As to where we'll be going, you won't ever find that out. I've just been given a painful reminder on why I don't trust norms, especially government norms.

"So go run along and help your team destroy what is left of this place and take what you can before we all disappear."

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost nodded, looking at the map. He looked back at Freakshow. "For what it is worth, I am sorry the way things turned out. I do hope the innocents make it out ok." He held out his hand, a small offering of peace.

[Cynical Cat]

"He dies, you die," said Blackheart. "Freakshow's psycho did enough damage, although I'm sure like Saibot he'll blame someone else for it. Their kind doesn't accept responsibility. I do. Put him down and stand down or you will be ash."

[B4UTRUST]

Freakshow took his hand and shook it.
"Thank you. I hope your teammate makes it. Take the map. The locations I gave to Gravitas are marked. If you guys get everybody before we've evaced I'll still be here."

[frigidmagi]

Shit! The word murder came floating down the tunnel and Blast took off running. Why oh why didn't have a teleport power?

[Charon]

Legacies looked at Blackheart, the tendrils held against Saibot's head not moving. The symbiote knew full well that to kill Saibot would likely mean his own death as well.

"To stop this from happening again may well be worth that price. He has killed innocents, destroyed this mission, and threatened his teammates with death."

[Hotfoot]

The distance between old New York and Millenium City was considerable, but not massive. A car could easily traverse the distance in under half an hour outside of rush hour. A helicopter could do it in minutes. Hotfoot, were he able to cut loose, could concievably make the trip in seconds. However, he was carrying a load, so he couldn't just blast his way back. Still, he had to make it. He didn't know how well he could traverse the water while carrying Argent.

He looked around, running from one side of the island to the other, cursing himself as he saw no bridges leading to the mainland. If he wasn't carrying Argent, he might stand a chance, but that wasn't an option now. On his way back, he saw Troll outside of the hole, he moved to meet him, several dozen meters from the hole. He snapped out of his speed form and called out to him. "I can't find an easy way of the island, and I don't want to hurt her further. If you can help her, I can do what I can to help with the rest of the evacuation."

[Cynical Cat]

"That's your emotions speaking," said Blackheart. "Logically, the smart move would be to throw him to the Federal wolves and see if they chew him up. If they don't, then an ambush and a kill scene clean up afterward is safer for you and smarter. Hell, odds are I'll be out of the picture by then, one way or the other. That's the smart move. It would be the move of someone who's thinking about killing him about of principle rather than just blood lust."

[Charon]

Legacies shook its head. "You, humans, and your roundabout ways of doing things confuse us sometimes, and we consider it a miracle that your race has not devolved into backstabs upon backstabs that destroy your civilization. There is no bloodlust behind this Blackheart, we are simply doing the most logical thing, and not lowering ourself to your level. Those who commit foul acts should be punished immediately."

The silver figure looked at Blackheart for a few more moments. The symbiote seeming to consider it's options for those moments. The tendril then placed Saibot on the ground gently. "There are others here deserving of justice, and Gravitas requires immediate assistance."

With that the symbiote walked away, towards Gravitas as though nothing had happened. "What should we do with Gravitas? He seems to still be breathing."

[frigidmagi]

Blast arrived gasping for breath...

"Okay!... What.... Did....I...Miss?" He asked panting. Running a mask was hard.