microchips | scenario one: assault on grimsville!

> scenario ONE. crassus and his army are on the move. and he has set his sights on the city of grimsville. which just so happens to be the current mutant rebel hq.

what a coincidence. it's almost as if he knew.

first is the bombing run: sentient airships called "Raiders" forged by crassus's multimillion dollar weapons development team. they rain fire on the city below: crassus wants to rattle the rebels below, instil the fear of god in to their barbaric little minds.

a moment's peace in between, and then:

second is the ground assault. ~~sentinels~~ centurions, silver robots stripped of any capacity for self-awareness or higher functions, taking the worst of the damage from embattled rebels who try in vain to hold them off.

third is the worst attack yet. not because of firepower, or weight of numbers - worst simply because these are the defected and captured mutants enslaved by their microchips and forced to turn on their own kind. human commanders stand amongst them, directing their efforts and ensuring no quarter is given.

rebels? you've got a real fight on your hands here.
good luck. you'll need it.

> ooc. yeah you bet i just put bsg in this au. as if i was ever gonna let an au pass without manhandling jamie bamber in to it somehow. tldr: cylons are now a thing, nobody knows the 12 models, raiders gonna raid.

feel free to pick a time in the above scenario to play. chronology is for losers.

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[ But what if a mutant could fuse with the Raiders? And what if that mutant was on Crassus' side? And what if that mutant was chasing the rebel mutants trying to escape? Raider is not, unfortunately for the rebels, a what if. She's a reality.

The chip implanted in her makes her ruthless, there is no mercy unless Crassus says so. Her feet barely leave the floor as she runs after one of the escaping mutants. She has him on lock down.

She will hunt them like a hound from Hell. ]

[ Lucky for that particular mutant - whoever he might be - it seems his flight to safety might actually work out for him. A sonic boom overhead heralds the arrival of his saviour, breaking atmosphere as he races in from afar.

Hotspur's sense of timing has never been a strength.

Like a bolt from the blue he arcs overhead, soundwaves screaming as he zips through the sky, and drops like a hawk on the wing as he spies the chase below. Through clouds of dogfighting airborne superheroes and Raiders alike he darts, falling in to a low swoop as he bodily tackles the pursuing 'Plant with both arms low about her waist. ]

[ Her ears pick up the sound, but she ignores it in favour of keeping her eyes on the target. A mistake, as it is, she realizes a little too late as she hits floor and eats dirt, grunting upon brute impact.

Under a bigger man, it would look like that she is overpowered, but being able to synchronize with Raiders is only part of the whole deal. As she is can become a Raider, when in human form she takes profit from the fact that she has much more strength in her that one would guess from a thin girl like herself. Quickly, her hips twist and she pulls one leg slightly to the side, struggling for a moment before kicking him off her. She rolls away and jumps to her feet, ignoring her bleeding chin and hands. ]

Cease and desist. You are under arrest by the Law of Marcus Crassus. Succumb to his Justice.

[ The impact hurts in a distant sense - he remembers pain, from before the mutant power kicked in when he hit thirteen - but he's a big cape now. He can handle it. The kick of her boot is felt a little sharper as it catches him across the ribs and he rolls off with gritted teeth and spitting dust. ]

And that's who you are, huh?

[ There's a tear in the battered camouflage of his uniform - half super costume, half South African Air Force - that ripples as he picks himself up and in to a prepared crouch. ]

His Justice?

No. I am a soldier of Marcus Crassus. I follow the Law. [ She rolls her shoulders and cracks her neck, eyes narrowing slowly at him. ] You are non-compliant. Surrender yourself or suffer the consequences.

[ Much like her power, Raider seems to have a very black and white approach to things. What is correct and what isn't, there are no in-betweens. The rebels are against the Law, therefore the rebels are to be captured and delivered to Crassus. Are to endure Justice because there is nobody above the Law. ]

Are you ready to submit to the Law of Marcus Crassus?

[ Soldier. The word has weight with Hotspur - he knows what it means to be a soldier, to follow the word of your officer as if it were the word of the Gods themselves - to wear your uniform with pride, to fight to a bloody, bitter death before you allow yourself to give in. He knows exactly what soldier means.

But these mutants with the implants - they aren't soldiers.

They're slaves.

He bunches his hands in to fists and steels himself, with every muscle fibre tense and ready to spring. ]

No surrender. Not today. [ And then, because Hotspur can't help but spend his life apologising: ] Sorry.

[ Sorry, because he isn't going to make this easy on either of them. With a grunt Hotspur springs forward, kicking off from the ground with a burst of power, one fist pulled back to deliver a punch. ]

scenario one: assault on grimsville!

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surpriiiiise

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he wants to save u too ok

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cries i love her already god raider you queen