WHO: Rot Team and those who will try to stop them.
WHERE: Washington D.C.
WHEN: Shortly after
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WARNINGS: Violence and desecration
SUMMARY: The Major was counting on the heroes of the City to not act in force to stop the nuke. He was wrong. Time for a monumental battle.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
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Emplate keeps to the crowds, to the terrorized and the frenzied. Only when he finally reaches his destination does he begin, letting go of his holographic form as two pairs of three sharp, bony claws pop out from between his knuckles with a snikt.
The crowd never had a chance.
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He donned his armor this time, Cybertronian design augmenting his now-robotic body perfectly. In some way, he felt more complete like this, his wings in his peripheral vision, giving him an actual flight surface to work with rather than just rocket-based manuvering.
He flew faster than he had in vorns, opening up his engines to maximum and nearly hitting the upper limit of Earth's atmosphere, his body actually reconfiguring itself slightly to draw still more power. The air shook with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier and sped still faster.
He was there in no time at all.
First going in a wide circle, he spent a few moments hacking Air Force frequencies, scrambling radar and trying not to get F-16s on his tail. They were prowling the skies already, ready to rain death from above should the heroes fail.
Eventually, it grew too troublesome to try to maintain flight under radar and perform complex programming while flying. He landed, slipping like thread through a needle between the huge black thorns growing on ( ... )
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"--ow yourselves!"
He turned from his latest batch of mangled human limbs and viscera, his holographic eyes catching sight of a man so obviously an anachronism that it made Emplate's love of history hurt. He was also quite obviously a hero, to be calling someone -- anyone -- out like that.
The mutant smiled, sheathing his claws as he made his way to him. No time like the present to thin the herd a bit more, no?
"Save us! Save us!" he cried out, screaming as he ran toward the man.
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Destructable, indestructable. Speed, no speed. Strength, weakness. It didn't matter. Superman's eyes narrowed, already red with the bubbling heat-fury against this crisis.
He wasn't alone in this. Focus on the most important goal. Get that bomb!
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His job was simple, guard the bomb at all costs, no matter what he couldn't let the "heroes" get close enough to diffuse it. On the chance that they do diffuse it, use the remote to trigger the detonation anyway. No matter what happens, that nuke was going to detonate, and everyone in this area would die... Well, except for him and maybe a few others. It didn't really matter.
He was getting bored though. The vampires were just as brutal a force as they were back home, tearing apart any civilian or enemy that stood in their way; and with all of the coalition allies that the Major had sent along with the cat, Schrodinger had yet to lift a single finger, and merely sat back and watched as the Capital burned.
All he had to do was wait patiently for one more hour.
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Creatures clustered around the monument, the goal. Punching through one by one was time-consuming. Superman drew his arms apart and let loose a thundering clap: the powerful shockwave that followed it sent those light of footing flying backward. It lightened the load, and that was a start. Go faster, hit harder. Go.
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"You have your orders," He spoke to the vampires guarding the bomb with an ever carefree tone. "Anybody that comes near the bomb, shall be torn to shreds. Do this, and a wonderful award will await you."
With that, he appeared in front of Superman, grinning and clapping his hands. "That was so magnificent!" He complimented, crossing his arms behind his back. "You must be really powerful!
"Unfortunately, I cannot let you go any further than this. You know how orders are, I am sure."
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Breathing in the night air, he could smell how much cleaner it was, how the air here was less stifled. He'd felt the difference as he continued to fly from the city, casting the appropriate spells to keep him levitated.
Here in the darkness of the field of grass, he felt a smile tug at his lips. Power would be his. First he would do this, and then he would kill this "Aslan" and destroy him as well.
Behind him, as he walked grass incinerated in green fire with his steps, before he stopped, and lit the field ablaze.
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He had seen the fire as soon as it came up and rushed to the scene, only to find some... creature there, setting it on fire.
"You know," he said, using the Force to push away the flames as he walked through them. "They aren't going to be pleased that you burned all this grass."
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"Is that to concern me?" he questioned, another wave of flame lashing out from his person, high green flames even more intense than the first wave.
"This grass, it will grow once again. Eventually."
His only mission was to call the heroes to him, to ensure that they were distracted.
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"You seem kind of like a one trick pony there with the fire."
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"Why couldn't the porter have brought the god damned Sentinel." He muttered to himself as he rushed towards the Worlds War II memorial, something he just barely recognized as the Major's rant appeared on screen.
The boy's plan was simple. Step 1 try to blend into the confused crowed of civilians that had been scattered around the scene. Step 2 find the bomb. Step 3 try not to get everyone killed. No problem... really.
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Several feet away, Soundwave hears him. Feet pounding the pavement, heartbeat skyrocketing. The pulse is maddening. The boy is nervous, he expects. Or just running on adrenaline. Flight or fight mode. Survival.
Either way, he hears him. It'd be easy to leap in and stop him right off, but why end the chase so quickly?
For a moment, he waits, letting Juston come closer. Soundwave stands in his robotic suit -- formed perfectly around his body to accommodate his more agile-based organic form. As he hears the boy approach, he presses a switch on his shoulder.
"KAMIKAZE. TALONBLADE. EJECT."
A pair of cassettes do indeed eject from his tray. One transforms into a robotic hawk, the other into a canine.
A brief moment passes and he thinks of Ravage, in deep regret. However, that cannot remain; he shoved him aside in order to protect him. Ravage will never understand why it all happened. He doesn't need to. He just needs to hate Soundwave.
It doesn't matter now.
"OPERATION: PROTECT THE PERIMETER FROM ( ... )
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Juston couldn't help but shake the thought that if this thing wasn't trying to kill him this would be the coolest thing he had ever seen. His fist shaking a bit as he was so close to the Washington Memorial. He was so close and now this guy just had to get into his way.
"But you are the invader!" he snapped back without thinking.
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"IRRELEVANT."
The Decepticon holds up one hand, letting out a blast of sound from his palm. It's enough force that's like a punch in the gut to anyone in its way.
And naturally, he's aiming at Juston.
"I REMEMBER YOU. INFERIOR CREATURE."
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