“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
"Roger," Breez opened to a full broadcast signal. "This is Breez broadcasting on all channels. We are on red alert, repeat red alert."
On the far side of the planet, two heroes have their hands to their comms.
"This is Julius Nex, reporting in. I take it that this relates to that alien transmission? What's the word, Nats?" Evo listens quietly, his eyes still scanning the area around them. The two are in a formerly abandoned industrial sector, tracking down a particularly vicious mafia. The trail had led them here, where they suspected the ringleader was hiding. It was a good place to hide, Evo supposed, isolated from civilians and heroes alike by the dangerous nature of the rundown district. A few hidden bribes and threats might have even hidden it from construction crews looking for new places to develop.
And now it seemed that the gang had been given a bit more time. Whatever that transmission had been, it appeared to have HQ on high alert. Zib and the others managing hero deployment were veterans. Most of them had been around since the inception of Hero Factory. They were experienced; jaded, even. Not the kind to issue such an alert lightly. Whatever was going on, it was more important than some pushover mafia-man. Evo waited for Breez's response with cautious patience.
"It doesn't look good. So far they've just been sitting there." Breez looked up to the star like shapes in the sky. "Everyone has to be ready to mobilize."
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
On the far side of the planet, two heroes have their hands to their comms.
"This is Julius Nex, reporting in. I take it that this relates to that alien transmission? What's the word, Nats?" Evo listens quietly, his eyes still scanning the area around them. The two are in a formerly abandoned industrial sector, tracking down a particularly vicious mafia. The trail had led them here, where they suspected the ringleader was hiding. It was a good place to hide, Evo supposed, isolated from civilians and heroes alike by the dangerous nature of the rundown district. A few hidden bribes and threats might have even hidden it from construction crews looking for new places to develop.
And now it seemed that the gang had been given a bit more time. Whatever that transmission had been, it appeared to have HQ on high alert. Zib and the others managing hero deployment were veterans. Most of them had been around since the inception of Hero Factory. They were experienced; jaded, even. Not the kind to issue such an alert lightly. Whatever was going on, it was more important than some pushover mafia-man. Evo waited for Breez's response with cautious patience.
"It doesn't look good. So far they've just been sitting there." Breez looked up to the star like shapes in the sky. "Everyone has to be ready to mobilize."
"I read ya loud and clear. Evo and I will get back to the pod. I'll call ya when we get there, over and out." Nex motions to Evo, and the two begin traversing the industrial ruins to get back to their ship. On ground level the streets are still passable, and the two are able to focus on stealth. The decision is made automatically, silently, even. In most cases, such a thing is a sign of an experienced team. When that team also includes Nex, it's practically a miracle.
As they move, nothing else can be heard. The wrecked husks of buildings pass by silently, as if sleeping... or dead. The silence bothers Nex. He's grown enough not to complain aloud, but Evo can still tell. The orange hero still telegraphs it in his sharp movements, in how he's always checking over his shoulder. The abandoned district is unsettling, and neither hero will complain to be free of it.
The heroes' passage to the warehouse where they left their ship passes with only tense nerves. The building is a giant block, all one room. Once it kept goods and materials safe from the elements, but abandonment had left its roof to collapse. Not good for storing things, unless what you wanted to store was a large dropship that needed an even bigger opening to land and take off. In other words, it was the perfect place to leave their dropship.
The two heroes hurry aboard, glad to find it like they left it. Evo scans the interior for any more subtle signs of tampering while Nex heads directly to the cockpit. The orange hero's voice echoes back down the hall.
"Breez, this is Nex. We've reached the dropship. Any new commands? Over."
"It doesn't look good. So far they've just been sitting there." Breez looked up to the star like shapes in the sky. "Everyone has to be ready to mobilize."
"I read ya loud and clear. Evo and I will get back to the pod. I'll call ya when we get there, over and out." Nex motions to Evo, and the two begin traversing the industrial ruins to get back to their ship. On ground level the streets are still passable, and the two are able to focus on stealth. The decision is made automatically, silently, even. In most cases, such a thing is a sign of an experienced team. When that team also includes Nex, it's practically a miracle.
As they move, nothing else can be heard. The wrecked husks of buildings pass by silently, as if sleeping... or dead. The silence bothers Nex. He's grown enough not to complain aloud, but Evo can still tell. The orange hero still telegraphs it in his sharp movements, in how he's always checking over his shoulder. The abandoned district is unsettling, and neither hero will complain to be free of it.
The heroes' passage to the warehouse where they left their ship passes with only tense nerves. The building is a giant block, all one room. Once it kept goods and materials safe from the elements, but abandonment had left its roof to collapse. Not good for storing things, unless what you wanted to store was a large dropship that needed an even bigger opening to land and take off. In other words, it was the perfect place to leave their dropship.
The two heroes hurry aboard, glad to find it like they left it. Evo scans the interior for any more subtle signs of tampering while Nex heads directly to the cockpit. The orange hero's voice echoes back down the hall.
"Breez, this is Nex. We've reached the dropship. Any new commands? Over."
"Nothing yet. But we've got ten hours to prepare."
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Up above, the heroes were not the only ones preparing. Von Nebula sat at his control terminal, activating a line to his planet-based operatives. One of the screens flickered a moment, before the somewhat unkempt face of Black Phantom appeared onscreen. He looked unsettled, and a fine layer of dust and grime coated his armored face. "Lord Nebula, I-we were not expecting-"
"Phantom, I trust you received the message from these...invaders, did you not?" Phantom coughed, his odd French accent becoming more pronounced. Nebula hated that accent, and he did recall telling Phantom to change his vocal processor. Ah well, time and place. There would be plenty of time to "educate" his inferiors on the fine points of obedience later. Nebula growled, one hand chopping through the air for emphasis. "I order an immediate suspension to all criminal activities, all of them. No drugs, no robberies, nothing. All our assets need to go immediately into finding out everything we can about this new threat. I trust you can handle that, Black Phantom?"
The henchbot seemed to pause a moment, and then nodded grudgingly. "Yes, Lord Nebula. We will discover who these things are." Nebula nodded back, malice glittering in his mechanized eye-sensors. "Good. I will activate our...project, in the case it is needed." Nebula rolled his eyes as Phantom recoiled visibly. "B-but my liege, it is not-"
Nebula cut him off with another hand-chop, growling. "The rogue element endangers us all. The project would not have been ready otherwise, not for a year. And we will not, and cannot, wait a year. If the situation calls for it..."
His red eyes shone, and for a moment Black Phantom forgot he was staring at a disgraced, mutated hero. The eyes that stared at him didn't even seem to be Nebula's. They shone, like twin, red stars of anger, wrath promising swift and cruel retribution. Von Nebula spoke, his baritone cold as the void of space.
"...then we shall show these interfering creatures, not only the wrath of Makuro's machines....but my wrath. My machines."
"And my power."
Nebula ended the call with a flick of a button. Normally, he'd feel a little rush of pride at sounding intimidating, practicing his evil leer, but that was not present now. Real, and genuine anger coursed through the electronic signals in his brain.
He pressed another button, calling up one of his administration-bots. "Prepare the station administrator. War beckons."
"And we shall cede to her call."
Hero Factory, Administrative Block
Preston Stormer pressed a button on the Universal Communications Device, bringing up lines to Zib and the administrators, and to the senior Heroes listed at Beta-class and higher. "This is Preston Stormer. I'm calling an emergency meeting of all our major operatives and administrators to discuss this situation, Mr. Makuro is being hailed as we speak."
He cleared his throat, or did the mechanical equivalent, and went on. "First of all, which ones of us should open communications to this other party. We need to find out their aim, and try to negotiate. Even if they don't, perhaps we can learn some valuable information."
"Now then, questions?"
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Up above, the heroes were not the only ones preparing. Von Nebula sat at his control terminal, activating a line to his planet-based operatives. One of the screens flickered a moment, before the somewhat unkempt face of Black Phantom appeared onscreen. He looked unsettled, and a fine layer of dust and grime coated his armored face. "Lord Nebula, I-we were not expecting-"
"Phantom, I trust you received the message from these...invaders, did you not?" Phantom coughed, his odd French accent becoming more pronounced. Nebula hated that accent, and he did recall telling Phantom to change his vocal processor. Ah well, time and place. There would be plenty of time to "educate" his inferiors on the fine points of obedience later. Nebula growled, one hand chopping through the air for emphasis. "I order an immediate suspension to all criminal activities, all of them. No drugs, no robberies, nothing. All our assets need to go immediately into finding out everything we can about this new threat. I trust you can handle that, Black Phantom?"
The henchbot seemed to pause a moment, and then nodded grudgingly. "Yes, Lord Nebula. We will discover who these things are." Nebula nodded back, malice glittering in his mechanized eye-sensors. "Good. I will activate our...project, in the case it is needed." Nebula rolled his eyes as Phantom recoiled visibly. "B-but my liege, it is not-"
Nebula cut him off with another hand-chop, growling. "The rogue element endangers us all. The project would not have been ready otherwise, not for a year. And we will not, and cannot, wait a year. If the situation calls for it..."
His red eyes shone, and for a moment Black Phantom forgot he was staring at a disgraced, mutated hero. The eyes that stared at him didn't even seem to be Nebula's. They shone, like twin, red stars of anger, wrath promising swift and cruel retribution. Von Nebula spoke, his baritone cold as the void of space.
"...then we shall show these interfering creatures, not only the wrath of Makuro's machines....but my wrath. My machines."
"And my power."
Nebula ended the call with a flick of a button. Normally, he'd feel a little rush of pride at sounding intimidating, practicing his evil leer, but that was not present now. Real, and genuine anger coursed through the electronic signals in his brain.
He pressed another button, calling up one of his administration-bots. "Prepare the station administrator. War beckons."
"And we shall cede to her call."
Hero Factory, Administrative Block
Preston Stormer pressed a button on the Universal Communications Device, bringing up lines to Zib and the administrators, and to the senior Heroes listed at Beta-class and higher. "This is Preston Stormer. I'm calling an emergency meeting of all our major operatives and administrators to discuss this situation, Mr. Makuro is being hailed as we speak."
He cleared his throat, or did the mechanical equivalent, and went on. "First of all, which ones of us should open communications to this other party. We need to find out their aim, and try to negotiate. Even if they don't, perhaps we can learn some valuable information."
"Now then, questions?"
"I can talk with them," Nex volunteers. "I'll chat 'em up find out what they want-"
"No," Evo interrupts. "Breez should do it. I don't doubt that you'll do your best, Nex, but she's the better diplomat. Whatever's going on, we can't afford to mess this up."
Up above, the heroes were not the only ones preparing. Von Nebula sat at his control terminal, activating a line to his planet-based operatives. One of the screens flickered a moment, before the somewhat unkempt face of Black Phantom appeared onscreen. He looked unsettled, and a fine layer of dust and grime coated his armored face. "Lord Nebula, I-we were not expecting-"
"Phantom, I trust you received the message from these...invaders, did you not?" Phantom coughed, his odd French accent becoming more pronounced. Nebula hated that accent, and he did recall telling Phantom to change his vocal processor. Ah well, time and place. There would be plenty of time to "educate" his inferiors on the fine points of obedience later. Nebula growled, one hand chopping through the air for emphasis. "I order an immediate suspension to all criminal activities, all of them. No drugs, no robberies, nothing. All our assets need to go immediately into finding out everything we can about this new threat. I trust you can handle that, Black Phantom?"
The henchbot seemed to pause a moment, and then nodded grudgingly. "Yes, Lord Nebula. We will discover who these things are." Nebula nodded back, malice glittering in his mechanized eye-sensors. "Good. I will activate our...project, in the case it is needed." Nebula rolled his eyes as Phantom recoiled visibly. "B-but my liege, it is not-"
Nebula cut him off with another hand-chop, growling. "The rogue element endangers us all. The project would not have been ready otherwise, not for a year. And we will not, and cannot, wait a year. If the situation calls for it..."
His red eyes shone, and for a moment Black Phantom forgot he was staring at a disgraced, mutated hero. The eyes that stared at him didn't even seem to be Nebula's. They shone, like twin, red stars of anger, wrath promising swift and cruel retribution. Von Nebula spoke, his baritone cold as the void of space.
"...then we shall show these interfering creatures, not only the wrath of Makuro's machines....but my wrath. My machines."
"And my power."
Nebula ended the call with a flick of a button. Normally, he'd feel a little rush of pride at sounding intimidating, practicing his evil leer, but that was not present now. Real, and genuine anger coursed through the electronic signals in his brain.
He pressed another button, calling up one of his administration-bots. "Prepare the station administrator. War beckons."
"And we shall cede to her call."
Hero Factory, Administrative Block
Preston Stormer pressed a button on the Universal Communications Device, bringing up lines to Zib and the administrators, and to the senior Heroes listed at Beta-class and higher. "This is Preston Stormer. I'm calling an emergency meeting of all our major operatives and administrators to discuss this situation, Mr. Makuro is being hailed as we speak."
He cleared his throat, or did the mechanical equivalent, and went on. "First of all, which ones of us should open communications to this other party. We need to find out their aim, and try to negotiate. Even if they don't, perhaps we can learn some valuable information."
"Now then, questions?"
"I can talk with them," Nex volunteers. "I'll chat 'em up find out what they want-"
"No," Evo interrupts. "Breez should do it. I don't doubt that you'll do your best, Nex, but she's the better diplomat. Whatever's going on, we can't afford to mess this up."
"I can certainly try."
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"I can talk with them," Nex volunteers. "I'll chat 'em up find out what they want-"
"No," Evo interrupts. "Breez should do it. I don't doubt that you'll do your best, Nex, but she's the better diplomat. Whatever's going on, we can't afford to mess this up."
"I can certainly try."
Quad flies into the room, so fast that he hits the wall opposite the door. He beeps fast, and rather loud for his normal self.
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Quad flies into the room, so fast that he hits the wall opposite the door. He beeps fast, and rather loud for his normal self.
"Whoa slow down, what is it.
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Quad flies into the room, so fast that he hits the wall opposite the door. He beeps fast, and rather loud for his normal self.
"Whoa slow down, what is it.
Putting his hands on his hips, the little flying robot beeps again, slowly and with an annoyed undertone. Zib enters the room, looking less annoyed and more like he's trying to stay calm. "Quad's just upset that you guys sent out the red alert to ALL units, calling them back from their missions and such. But from the reports we're getting, this thing's about the size of a cruiseliner, maybe bigger. This isn't simply a gang of villains trying to look big. Quadal angry because he's downsizing the threat to deal with the stress." More angry beeping and whistling. "Okay, I'm sorry! And don't use that word in front of the heroes, we're professionals!"
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Putting his hands on his hips, the little flying robot beeps again, slowly and with an annoyed undertone. Zib enters the room, looking less annoyed and more like he's trying to stay calm. "Quad's just upset that you guys sent out the red alert to ALL units, calling them back from their missions and such. But from the reports we're getting, this thing's about the size of a cruiseliner, maybe bigger. This isn't simply a gang of villains trying to look big. Quadal angry because he's downsizing the threat to deal with the stress." More angry beeping and whistling. "Okay, I'm sorry! And don't use that word in front of the heroes, we're professionals!"
"Well, I'm going to attempt to negotiate with them."
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Putting his hands on his hips, the little flying robot beeps again, slowly and with an annoyed undertone. Zib enters the room, looking less annoyed and more like he's trying to stay calm. "Quad's just upset that you guys sent out the red alert to ALL units, calling them back from their missions and such. But from the reports we're getting, this thing's about the size of a cruiseliner, maybe bigger. This isn't simply a gang of villains trying to look big. Quadal angry because he's downsizing the threat to deal with the stress." More angry beeping and whistling. "Okay, I'm sorry! And don't use that word in front of the heroes, we're professionals!"
"Well, I'm going to attempt to negotiate with them."
"Getting a shuttle ready...now. You better pick some heroes to go with you, just in case."
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"Well, I'm going to attempt to negotiate with them."
"Getting a shuttle ready...now. You better pick some heroes to go with you, just in case."
"Any volunteers?"
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Bulk steps up. "I'm game. Let's find out what these guys are made of."
Its a few minutes later when they're inside the shuttle, going up towards the invading ships. "Okay, here goes nothing."
Breez opens a channel trying to hail the flagship.
"Sir!" And Excaelin communications officer says. "It seems the lesser lifeforms are trying to hail us.,
Māzu laughs. "Put them through." There is a whirl and a click, and the channel is open. "You are speaking to the Grand Monarch of the Ruby Clan. Speak quickly."
"Umm, yes." Breeze said over the channel. "I am Natalie Breez of the Hero Factory, here to negotiate with you over this unprevoked invasion."
"Yes yes, that's all very cute. There will be no negotiation. Our "Invasion" as you call it is not unprevoked. Your planet as well as all planets among the stars belong to the Grand Empire of the Excaeli. We are reclaiming our lost property, and we are allowing you to surrender in exchange to be brought into our light as the servents you were meant to be. Because of this, you know have five hours to surrender. Have a nice day. Cut channel."
Natalie sat dumbfounded as the channel went dead. "That....didn't go as I hoped."
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Bulk steps up. "I'm game. Let's find out what these guys are made of."
Its a few minutes later when they're inside the shuttle, going up towards the invading ships. "Okay, here goes nothing."
Breez opens a channel trying to hail the flagship.
"Sir!" And Excaelin communications officer says. "It seems the lesser lifeforms are trying to hail us.,
Māzu laughs. "Put them through." There is a whirl and a click, and the channel is open. "You are speaking to the Grand Monarch of the Ruby Clan. Speak quickly."
"Umm, yes." Breeze said over the channel. "I am Natalie Breez of the Hero Factory, here to negotiate with you over this unprevoked invasion."
"Yes yes, that's all very cute. There will be no negotiation. Our "Invasion" as you call it is not unprevoked. Your planet as well as all planets among the stars belong to the Grand Empire of the Excaeli. We are reclaiming our lost property, and we are allowing you to surrender in exchange to be brought into our light as the servents you were meant to be. Because of this, you know have five hours to surrender. Have a nice day. Cut channel."
Natalie sat dumbfounded as the channel went dead. "That....didn't go as I hoped."
IC: Bulk stares at the blank screen. "Well scrap. Is it just a trick of the screen, or did those guys look pretty big?"
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Its a few minutes later when they're inside the shuttle, going up towards the invading ships. "Okay, here goes nothing."
Breez opens a channel trying to hail the flagship.
"Sir!" And Excaelin communications officer says. "It seems the lesser lifeforms are trying to hail us.,
Māzu laughs. "Put them through." There is a whirl and a click, and the channel is open. "You are speaking to the Grand Monarch of the Ruby Clan. Speak quickly."
"Umm, yes." Breeze said over the channel. "I am Natalie Breez of the Hero Factory, here to negotiate with you over this unprevoked invasion."
"Yes yes, that's all very cute. There will be no negotiation. Our "Invasion" as you call it is not unprevoked. Your planet as well as all planets among the stars belong to the Grand Empire of the Excaeli. We are reclaiming our lost property, and we are allowing you to surrender in exchange to be brought into our light as the servents you were meant to be. Because of this, you know have five hours to surrender. Have a nice day. Cut channel."
Natalie sat dumbfounded as the channel went dead. "That....didn't go as I hoped."
IC: Bulk stares at the blank screen. "Well scrap. Is it just a trick of the screen, or did those guys look pretty big?"
Nex's jaw is about in his lap. "But, but, they can't just..." he sputters. Evo places a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"They can, and they did. It is within any being's ability to be unreasonable; unfortunately, theirs is with the intention to roll over millions of innocent lives. Zib, Stormer: what's the plan?"
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IC: Bulk stares at the blank screen. "Well scrap. Is it just a trick of the screen, or did those guys look pretty big?"
Nex's jaw is about in his lap. "But, but, they can't just..." he sputters. Evo places a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"They can, and they did. It is within any being's ability to be unreasonable; unfortunately, theirs is with the intention to roll over millions of innocent lives. Zib, Stormer: what's the plan?"
Zib speaks through the communicator. "...I think we should use the battle machines. I know they weren't as effective as we'd hoped during Operation: Invasion From Below, but this time we have more parts available and about four hours to build them. They're the closest thing we have to military vehicles. Now the space ship...that'll be a problem."
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Stormer stood in front of a small group of senior heroes, with Furno and Surge beside him. The white Hero's arms were folded, though he raised one hand to activate his commlink. "Received. I have ten Heroes with me, thirteen counting myself, Surge, and Furno. Zib, see if you can raise Rocka and any other spec ops we have, we'll need all the help we can get. Also, see if you can send an update to Mr. Makuro. He needs to know."
He lowers his hand, and addresses the small group, voice a flat, borderline angry monotone. "Our airspace is currently being infringed on by a group of extraterrestrial radicalists with large ships and even larger egos. They have issued demands we cannot physically meet, and have refused negotiation. Thus, we are left with one choice; retaliation."
"Zib, let the Factory staff know to raise the shield when possible. Nex, Evo, I need you to set up a group to organize civilians to evacuation shelters, and rejoin the main...battle-force when ready." Stormer actually winces visibly as he says the words. It's all wrong, he thinks. Heroes aren't supposed to wage war, but to protect, serve the people. But there's no choice, is there...?
"Quadal, are the suits ready? What additional systems can we tack onto them in order to boost combat efficiency?" Furno and Surge exchange glances, and then look away rapidly when Stormer looks back. They also seem noticeably subdued.
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