Post by Glace on Aug 15, 2017 13:11:53 GMT -6
Hero Factory HQ, Armory
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.
Quadal, in the next room over, yells (beeps) that he's already getting started. Or something along those lines. In his mind, Quadal processes possible troubles the heroes might encounter, inferencing what the threat had at their disposal, and accounting for what the heroes would be best capable of doing, at the rapid rate of a modern computer.