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"Moving on," Legend sighed. "You captured a Tinker who specialized in bombs. She was the Cornell Bomber, although she never managed to detonate them. Is there a reason why you only captured her?"

Theresa blinked. "She was just a civilian with dangerous weapons, but that's it. And again, we were aiming to kill as few people as possible. After Fu Hua knocked her out, she was helpless. We saw no reason to kill her then. Lung and Oni Lee, in comparison, have experience in killing others, which is dangerous in conjunction with their powers."

"Logical, I suppose. It might be difficult to make her repent for her actions, but those who weren't given a chance deserve a second chance in life." Legend nodded. "Moving on, your actions against the Empire, which happened to coincide with their attack on your establishment."

Armstrong rubbed his chin as he listened to the explanation.

The capes that were left behind were more than enough to maintain their territories, and any six of them would have done the job. It would seemed strange that Kaiser chose to not bring heavy hitters like Fenja and Menja, but his goal was to hold people hostage instead.

The Gesellschaft capes Fog and Night were more than sufficient to serve as his muscle, and Hookwolf was there to ensure that they had someone who wouldn't easy go down in a fight.

Kaiser chose the ones that would go with him specifically because of their ability to easily inflict civilian casualties, which most likely would have happened if the people being targeted didn't have the resources and manpower to handle everything with minimal losses, to say nothing of resolving the incident without any casualties.

Armstrong snorted quietly; Kaiser had gone into battle, believing that he was invincible because he believed that Saint Freya's personnel weren't any better than the thugs he recruits, and paid the price for it.

"Yeah, we'll have to keep an additional squadron stationed nearby in case this happens again." Theresa finished, sighing.

"I have a question." The Iowa Director asked. "Where exactly are your personnel and transportations coming from? We should have found out easily given that those transports of yours were large."

Armstrong blinked. That was a good question; while Saint Freya had been rather cooperative, and their motivations were completely for the benefit of the people, this was the first time that anyone had seen so many people affiliated to a group with so much military training, yet there were no easily detectable signs of where they were living.

"The base is underneath the mountain near here." Theresa answered easily. "Mount Wachusett."

"You should have been discovered immediately then. There are so many people hiking or skiing all year round."

"We wouldn't be good at our jobs if they did find us!" Tesla glared. "Like the lady said: Under. The. Ground!"

"Our facilities are camouflaged well, and covering them with earth and vegetation is simple enough with a few Valkyries, shovels, and a lookout." Einstein placed a hand on Tesla's shoulder as she clarified for her. "Not to mention our technology means that we do not require runways for aircraft."

"VTOLs? You still need a lot of space for them though." The California Director pointed out.

"The base is expansive enough to hold all those transports underground." Einstein explained. "And two entryways are more than necessary for releasing them. We can deploy all of our aircraft within three minutes."

"Current aircraft." Tesla corrected. "We're still developing better ones. Current transports can only hold up to fifty passengers, or six to ten patients depending on severity of injuries. We're developing rapid response transports, high capacity transports, and of course gunships and the like."

"And you're certain you won't cause any problems?" He asked disbelievingly. "Not even Tinkers can do all that and more. How can we be assured that you aren't a threat?"

"Isn't that how America came to be?" Another Director, from Chicago, stated. "For that matter, isn't that how the world is right now? Countries, equal or not, choosing to ally with each other?"

"Well yes, but it doesn't appear within another country." The Californian Director retorted hotly. "And certainly not by removing the biggest villain groups in the city in three to four hours."

"But that's how things go. The world has been changing rapidly following the wars, and started progressing faster after Parahumans started appearing." The Maine Director stated calmly. "We are all afraid, but it is better to be accepting than judging. 'Better to accept and be burnt, than to reject and make enemies'. I, for one, am willing to give them a chance."

Theresa looked surprised as the other Directors agreed. Armstrong had to wonder if she didn't get that much support before everything in their world went to hell.

The California Director sighed. "Fine, fine. I'm just voicing my concerns, is all."

"Which is a good thing." Legend nodded. "But we've gotten off-track again. We'll move on to the Merchants. If we were to compare performances, their group is actually the easiest to eliminate. No casualties, no massive property damage, and it ended quickly. The primary concern is the lingering damage caused by their group: they are drug peddlers, and most likely forcefully drugged people too."

"We're putting them through detoxification, by slowly weaning them off drugs while we feed and exercise them." Theresa informed them of the action she'd taken. "We also plan to use chemicals to speed up the process, but we'll have to configure each mixture per person."

"Couldn't you just ask Panacea to help out?""I saw how she looked and refrained from doing so; she had the expression of someone far past burnt out and nearing a mental breakdown." Theresa grimaced. "After she took care of the critical patients, we took over and finished the rest. It wasn't too difficult; only around twenty had head injuries, and the rest merely had fractures and hemorrhaging."

Armstrong nodded. Panacea couldn't do brains, and that assessment is worrying for many reasons, and none of them good.

Legend frowned. "She's overworked? Doesn't she have strict limitations on working hours as per the underage labor laws?"

"Because she's not a part of the PRT, we don't exactly have permission to put her under surveillance." Acting Director Renick sighed. "And Brandish, her mother, had stymied us in the past whenever we brought this matter up. And I'm not certain, but if no one's been able to force Panacea to rest, then either she's blocking them as well, or Panacea is being...I won't say [i[forced[/i], but there's something completely wrong with how Brandish treats her own daughter."

"Those below the legal age cannot work more than eight hours a day, for a total of forty hours per week." The Rhodes Island Director stated. "We'll send someone over. If this Brandish is responsible for this, whether directly or indirectly, then she'll have a lot to answer for."

"She's a lawyer, and far more knowledgeable about the laws revolving around Parahumans than we are."

"But she isn't the only one, and I'm sure the judge will rule in our favor if she has been proven responsible, especially because she's her mother." The Director's face curled up in disgust.

"Moving on." Legend loudly interrupted everyone before the conference devolved into shouting. "Coil kidnapped two of your members, who are younger than the others, if we were to take height into account."

"Let's not." Tesla snorted as she pointed at Theresa. "She's smaller than the twins. You think height is the defining indicator here?"

"Fair enough." Legend nodded. "Then the twins managed to free themselves, and as far as the forensic teams could tell, started killing everyone in sight. In the most gruesome ways possible."

"They wanted some action, and couldn't help themselves." Theresa sighed. "They allowed themselves to be kidnapped, and were planning to break out of wherever Coil was planning to lock them up in."

"And causing massive property damage in the process, but that Endbringer shelter is compromised anyway, so..." Acting Director Renick shrugged. "We've also managed to identify most of the corpses; nearly all of them had addictions that Coil used as leverage to control them. Unfortunately, those addictions also mean a lot of criminal charges. Rapists and pedophiles nearly amount to half of the dead. Those girls of yours would've been in serious danger had they been anyone else."

Theresa nodded. "We were planning on locating and sending a strike team to Coil once we found him, because we've found through experience that people who tend to be shrouded in secrecy are either planning a takeover of whichever city they hole up in, or are planning to destroy it."

"But you had to do it earlier than expected, because of their actions." Legend noted. "While they freed themselves underground, your people aboveground set up a cordon around the building, and sent two teams inside, one a group led by one of the people who took down the Merchants, and the other the member of the group who took down the Empire. The one who also aided in capturing the Teeth, as it turned out."

"Bronya is one of our best choices to send there, as she is proficient in using firearms in any engagement range."

"And discovered that Coil is, from a lengthy interrogation session after the operation, confirmed as Thomas Calvert, the leader of the PRT ENE Special Forces. I mean, it's sort of redundant considering that we have the closest thing to an actual confession before he got shot, but had to make sure." Acting Director Renick was smiling here. "I'll have to tell Emily about this when she wakes up. She'd probably be both pissed and happy at the same time."

Legend coughed. "Quite. Now, despite their actions, are the twins suffering any sort of trauma from this?"

Theresa shook her head. "I can assure you that they didn't give the incident much thought once they returned. They were more apprehensive about what punishment awaits them."

"Then please don't hesitate to ask for help if they start experiencing it in the future."

"I will." Theresa promised, and Legend nodded.

"Now, the last thing to discuss is about the Empire's attempt to attack you directly. Your people went out in force to aid the people, and managed to capture not just the rest of the Empire's capes, but two agents from their parent organization Gesellschaft as well."

"We should have gotten a message from Germany already, concerning these Nazis flagrantly entering the country. Or existing at all, really." The Washington Director grumbled. "That aside, the President would have been in this meeting to thank you personally, but other pressing matters required his attention."

"As well as talk about your weaponry." The Massachusetts Director added, pushing the glasses up her nose. "Just going through the technology from Miss Kaslana's pistols allowed us to speed up research on several projects, and defunct ones are being reviewed."

"The President requested that he be present in that meeting, so we'll be talking about it later." The Washington Director waved her off. "Meanwhile, he did ask for you to not do something that would terrify the populace, and possibly help with some issues that we have, like the S9. This is what we would consider an 'Olive Branch', so to speak; help us out with our problems, and we will help with yours."

The Chief Director frowned at that, but the others were interested. "Are you capable of doing it?"

Einstein twirled the stylus in her fingers. "Perhaps, although some preparations are required, not to mention sufficient space to ensure that the resulting damage does not reach any settlements."

"What, are you going to drop a bomb on them?" Acting Director Renick raised an eyebrow.

"Not quite. A bomb wouldn't be able to focus all of its destructive force onto a specific target. And it would frighten the populace, as you've said." Einstein nodded to the Washington Director. "Our weapon can cause massive collateral damage if used without proper precautions, so we might need a few days to properly prepare."

"The S9's movements are unpredictable, and the best we have are reports of sightings. We don't know if the place they're going would have the necessary space you're looking for." Armstrong rubbed his chin. "WEDGDG (Watchdog) might be able to give a general location though."

"A general location within a state, or the adjacent states around it, will be enough." Einstein explained. "While we do require preparations, applying them in the field only takes as long as a few hours. Several of our drones can be utilized for reconnaissance, and afterwards we can lead them to the desired location through subtle means."

"If you can lure and kill all of them, then you are permitted to use nearly any means to do so." The Washington Director allowed it. "If you can't, then you should retreat. Crawler and the Siberian are the most dangerous people in that group, in terms of durability."

"We do have a functioning portal." Einstein informed them. "Should Crawler survive the attack, then we have several means of incapacitating him enough to throw him into space if required."

"Is this the portal you used to come to this Earth?"

"It isn't. This one is something we use to dispose of dangerous materials by sending them to space."

"Then again, if you are capable of killing them all, do so."

"If I may interject." Theresa cut in. "It might serve to raise the country's morale if we present irrefutable evidence of their deaths. Would that be allowed?"

"It is. I mean it probably isn't in some fucked up way, but I don't think the President would give a shit about it." The Washington Director nodded. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, how much do you know about livestreaming?"

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"I am questioning why we have to be so accommodating to these people." The Chief Director asked as she, Armstrong, and the Washington Director were left in the conference call. "Their business and methods are uncomfortably close to the Elite's. And that's not even taking their technology into account."

"This is specifically why I have this post, Rebecca." The Washington Director, or rather, the United States Government's PRT liaison, sighed. "You've seen the numbers. We can't keep holding such people back at arm's length just because you're more paranoid than the CIA during the Cold War. We need help, and if these people can provide that help, then I don't have a problem with the President's decision."

"They are a complete unknown." Rebecca stressed out. "The Think Tank can't figure out anything more complex than their basic personality and what they ate last night!"

"And you think we don't know that, Rebecca?" The Director chided her gently. "We know the dangers of the unknown, but rejecting everything that comes our way won't get us anything except more enemies."

"And what will we do when they turn against us? What then?"

"If they turn against us, then we fight. Until then, it's better to maintain a cordial relationship with them. Am I understood?"

Rebecca sighed. "Understood."

'Glad to hear that." He stared at Armstrong. "Armstrong, you make sure that no one does anything on our side to sour that relationship."

Armstrong nodded. "Understood, sir."

"Good. After their attempt in killing the Nine, we'll have another meeting with them. The three of us, and the President."

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Far away, beneath the surface of Mars, a project is nearing its completion. Or at least something approximating it anyway.

In a heavily armored room, to prevent the Honkai from leaking, several cameras are pointed towards the center as it glows a bright purple. Underneath is a mass of flesh floating in a tub of chemicals.

[AI-Honkai-Energy-1: Honkai Energy levels have exceeded five times the amount required for a Herrscher manifestation. I'm still not sure if this is safe or not.]

[AI-Honkai-Energy-2: We have yet to obtain a person for testing, but at least artificial biological matter doesn't seem to be showing any signs of corruption.]

[AI-Honkai-Energy-1: Honkai might just consider it as dead, considering it doesn't have a brain or nervous system. We're still not sure about the safety.]

[AI-Honkai-Energy-3: We will just have to deal with the consequences if any show up. For now, let us proceed with construction. Please proceed with the installation of the Gem of Haste.]

In another area, also heavily armored, a machine beeps as it completes its task. The weapon hovering above its pedestal glowed as it acclimated to the energy.

[AI-Honkai-Energy-1: Gem installation complete. Sending weapon...]

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He breathed hard, taking in his opponents. They were all exhausted, but determined to win.

The objective was in his hands, and he only had to deliver it to the goal. With that in mind, he crouched and started sprinting.

They all moved, aiming to hinder his progress and hoping to steal his objective, but he was agile enough to dodge them all, with only mere inches between them.

He jumped. Others followed suit, but they were too late. He had already delivered his objective.

Everyone cheered as he dunked the ball through the rim. Landing, the other boys surrounded him as he clapped backs, punched shoulders, messed around and laughed merrily with them.

Then he looked at her, sitting on the bleachers. His eyes met hers, and she gave him a smile. He gave a goofy grin back, which widened as she blushed and ducked behind her textbook for cover..

Everyone froze as his phone rang.

His work phone.

"Sorry guys, but work calls." He apologized, and everyone waved him away.

Soon enough, he was walking out of the basketball court.

And away from the memory of all the people he knew.

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He opened his eyes and stretched, his synthetic muscles flexing beneath the skin . The network was already outlining his instructions for him as he went through his morning routine. He would have to get takeout from the cafeteria.

After a quick shower, some more stretches, and putting on his outfit, he finally left his room, and went towards the hangar. He passed the cafeteria along the way and took the proffered paper bag filled with food. A sports drink accompanied his breakfast.

As he sat in the back of the plane, he spotted his former subordinate, busy showing his affection towards the woman who, in the past, had been responsible for destroying an entire island.

One of the hangar personnel walked up to him, presenting a weapon. "These have only finished manufacturing an hour ago. Good luck."

He breathed deeply, laid his weapon beside him, and took out a sandwich.

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♦ Topic: Saint Freya's Kitchen: A Good Place To Eat

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♦ Topic: Brockton Bay's Biggest Villain Groups: Wipeout!

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♦ Topic: Empire's Attempt on Saint Freya: Foiled!

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♦ Topic: Taking Down The Slaughterhouse! (Livestream) (Government Approved)

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AI-Chan (Original Poster) (Saint Freya) (Online Representative) (Definitely Not A Cabbage)

Posted On Apr 15th 2011:

Greetings, everyone. You might be wondering if this is a joke, but please let me reassure you that it isn't.

Let's give this thread a bit of background context:

- A few days ago, we have obtained a permission from the United States Government to eliminate the Slaughterhouse Nine (S9), though nearly any means necessary.

- The next day, WEDGDG (Watchdog) managed to locate the S9 in Idaho, headed South. This is good news, as Nevada is in the way. In the past, this state had been used for Nuclear Weapons Testing, and today is primarily owned by the Federal Government, which makes it the ideal location to eliminate the S9.

- With us managing to locate them before they left the state, we used several tactics to lead them around Utah, before directing them to Nevada. To those people who were waylaid by the interstate road blocks, we apologize.

- (On a side note, we caught a nasty surprise in Idaho. The site was cleaned, and the Government is taking steps to ensure that there's nothing else left behind.)

- Meanwhile, we are taking the time to set up a trap for them. Once they enter the area, we will trap them and proceed to eliminate the S9.

- Should any of them prove capable of surviving the initial attack, we have a backup plan: send them to space.

This all leads to what you'll be seeing in a few minutes.

Perhaps you might not like it, but we figured that it would give people some much needed closure.

Anyway, with permission from the Government, we're livestreaming this. Here's the link to the channel: [LINK]

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12:01 ► Aloha: wat

12:01 ► K.G. Ray: I concur. What.

12:02 ► Vista: this has to be a joke

12:02 ► Bagrat: just talked to my contacts, it's legit

12:02 ► Bagrat: they really did get permission to kill the s9 in a nuke test site

12:04 ► Feychick: hey, at least they know they're going to cause collateral?

12:04 ► SenorEel: they're self-aware, a complete rarity

12:04 ► Chrome: please don't die. Things seem to be improving with them around.

---

A drone flew around a vast stretch of desert, quickly passing by numerous craters, most likely caused by past nuclear bomb testing. The Geiger Counter ticked upwards slightly. Overhead was a dark blanket of clouds.

Then suddenly, the view before its camera changed. Where there was only nothing but pockmarked land and minimal vegetation became an area buzzing with activity. People covered from head to toe carried equipment around, most which looked to be Tinker Tech.

"Target ETA: 10 minutes." A voice announced. Most of the people reacted by boarding the nearby aircraft and taking off, leaving only a few dozen behind. Said few dozen activated the Tinker Tech, which produced three layers of shields, all covering an abandoned gas station.

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12:05 ► Vista: okay, I'll bite. Why are they shielding a gas station???

12:05 ► Kid Win: this actually looks interesting. I don't think I've seen shields like that before.

12:05 ► Vista: we've been to the Rig.

12:05 ► Kid Win: the Rig's shields look different from this. I don't think the Rig's shields have a large hole on the side.

12:06 ► Dgators: Nice eye. I actually missed that.

12:06 ► Dawgsmiles: What's the ETA for? Who are they talking about?

12:06 ► Bagrat: the S9, who else?

12:06 ► Campanile: did anyone else pay attention to the fact that the entire place is cloaked?

12:06 ► Flywheel: I saw their aircraft do that when the empire attacked, but doing it to an entire place is new

12:07 ► Assault: that brings Squealer's tech to mind

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The view switched to the interior of a plane. There were three people: a couple engrossed in kissing each other at one end, and a man stretching at the other. Near the latter's seat was a paper bag stuffed with food wrappers.

The man paused, and looked at the camera. "Why is the camera looking at me?"

"We're livestreaming this operation. People want to see the Nine dead."

He nodded, then went back to stretching.

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12:09 ► Camellia: MMMMM

12:09 ► Camellia: SO MUCH DADDY ENERGY

12:09 ► Geronimo: poor guy, having to share a plane with a couple not following PDA, lol

12:09 ► SpecificProtagonist: I'LL GIVE HIM SOME PDA

12:09 ► Camellia: BITCH I SAW HIM FIRST

12:10 ► AndHisNameIs: I'm shocked that these two aren't getting the boot

12:10 ► Hope_In_Pithos: there's no mod oversight in the chat

12:10 ► Flechette: no wonder they're taking advantage of this to be so...unrestrained

12:10 ► Nutty: complete fucking understatement lol

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The scene changed again, this time focusing on a bus, with a white van trailing it. Switching to thermal imaging reveals several people inside; a large body at the back, and the other passengers in varying levels of temperature, with one looking like a collection of spheres of heat.

In the white van, there was only one person within.

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12:12 ► Assault: seriously? There's a white van?

12:12 ► ThatGuy: any bets that it's one of those "give candy" types?

12:12 ► Answer Key: no bet

12:13 ► AllSeeingEye: so the large heat signature is Crawler

12:13 ► AllSeeingEye: the 'spheres of heat' is probably Mannequin (and boy isn't that ironic)

12:13 ► AllSeeingEye: but who's the white van guy?

12:13 ► Cyanate: Jack?

12:13 ► Scapegoat: I doubt that. He's the leader right? Why would he be at the back?

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[Slaughterhouse incoming.] A voice was heard. [All units, prepare for containment procedures.]

[Copy]

The scene changed to the plane again, this time with the rear end open and the man from before jumping off the end.

[You are currently at fifteen thousand feet, falling at a speed of ten feet per second squared and increasing.]

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12:15 ► ThatGuy: If I knew I'd be watching a show I'd have brought popcorn

12:15 ► Chronicler: dude...

12:15 ► ThatGuy: I'm technically right. They'll probably kill the 9 very quickly

12:15 ► KillDestroyKiss: still dude...

12:15 ► Bagrat: 10 minutes have passed

12:15 ► AllSeeingEye: yeah no shit

12:15 ► Moor: they're here

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The scene changed back to the gas station, where Hatchet Face was filling up the tank, while the others sans Crawler went inside the store.

One of the people behind the shields raised a hand up to their ear. [Targets have taken the bait. I repeat, the targets have taken the bait.]

The hole in the shield closed.

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12:16 ► Dgators: ayy nice

12:16 ► Morgan Sinister: huh, I guess no one was there

12:16 ► Dgators: no shit

12:16 ► Dgators: the area is owned by the government

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The scene switched to outside the shields, where the man was falling towards the ground at high speeds.

He pulled his weapons out at the last minute, and started firing downwards. It was enough to slow him down and land safely.

[I've arrived at the operation site.]

The shields glowed brightly, and seemed to 'solidify', in a sense.

[Copy. The shields are ready.]

[This is Kiln to Harbinger Gunship. Requesting deployment of secondary measures.]

[This is Harbinger. We copy. Firing main weapon...]

White bolts of energy rained down from the sky. Wherever they struck, ice bloomed in large quantities. This process continued until the gas station was surrounded with ice, with some forming around the outermost shield layer.

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12:17 ► Digawell: wtf

12:17 ► Aloha: wtf

12:17 ► Ech: wtf

12:17 ► Lolitup: woah

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[Secondary measures deployed. Start burning them up!]

[Copy]

The man raised his guns and joined them at their handles. The white layers seemed to flow out, combining and lengthening until it became a hilt. Above the crossguard, the small stub pointing upwards began to release a tremendous amount of flame, which solidified into a blade.

The grass around him started wilting.

Spoiler

He breathed out, and the sword changed. The crossguard disappeared, turning into a knuckle guard instead. The blade widened further, and it's color deepened.

Spoiler

What grass still existed nearby started to burn.

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12:18 ► Bagrat: HOLY SHIT

12:18 ► AllSeeingEye: HOLY SHIT

12:18 ► Regent: HOLY SHIT

12:18 ► Womble: HOLY MOLY

12:18 ► Cyanate: WTF

12:18 ► Clockblocker: BULLSHIT

12:18 ► Kid Win: THAT'S A LIGHTSABER

12:18 ► Assault: I WANT ONE

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[Ready on my side.]

[Copy. This is Kiln, opening the furnace...]

The hole reappeared, and the man swung down.

A blindingly white torrent of flames engulfed the space inside the shield, and a loud shattering sound was heard..

[First shield layer down.]

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12:20 ► YesImOnFire: WOOOOOOOOOOOO

12:20 ► IgnitedByBurningDesire: YEAH BITCH BURN THE FUCK DOWN

12:20 ► ThatGuy: this is the only legal pyromania

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Another shattering sound was heard.

[Second shield layer down.]

[...is that Burnscar?]

Indeed, the Slaughterhouse member was attempting to close in on the man through teleportation, but the sheer force of the flames kept sending her tumbling away.

The man looked at her blankly, before stabbing her when she appeared again.

Her body from the knee up were already ashes within seconds.

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12:22 ► Khain: I'll go get the champagne

12:22 ► Narwhal: I'll have wine thank you

12:22 ► Lex_Dogbell: I'M GIVING AWAY ALL MY BOOZE FOR FREE I'M IN QUEENS

12:22 ► Deepwell5: I can hear the cheering all the way from my apartment

12:22 ► AllSeeingEye: are people going to declare a truce to celebrate this?

12:22 ► Bagrat: I believe so

12:22 ► FlippinMad: WOW there's an orgy at the Boardwalk in BB

12:22 ► GstringGirl: the staff gave me a box of pizza 

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The attack stopped. Looking around, the ice nearest to the shield has melted off, and even the furthest ones have shrunk down to half their size.

[This is Harbinger. Firing ice on your position.]

White bolts rained down again, this time focused on the former gas station.

The remaining shield came down.

And Crawler burst out of the ground, his body slowly regenerating. He was a pathetic sight; blackened, charred skin, with most of his sensory organs - whatever organ that looked like an obvious organ anyway - destroyed, and greatly reduced in mass, revealing pulsating flesh and crystallized body parts. Despite all of this, it didn't seem to inconvenience him one bit.

"HA HA HA! That was the best thing I've ever felt! More, burn me more!"

He was struck directly from above, and his body was rapidly encased in ice.

People worked quickly, wrapping his body in chains, before two cranes arrived to lift him up. Underneath him, another Tinker Tech device was quickly assembled in the shape of a ring. A power cable was attached, and it activated, forming a portal in which Crawler was dropped in. It closed immediately after, and a section was blasted off with explosives, preventing any chances for the portal to reopen from outside intervention.

[Observatory confirms: Crawler is now in space and leaving Earth's orbit.]

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12:24 ► AkatsukiBlue: ...Well, that happened.

12:24 ► AkatsukiBlue: I guess it's time to party.

12:25 ► AkatsukiBlue has left the chat.