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Blood On The Ice

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Blood On The Ice

Post by GamerXZ on July 23rd 2017, 9:02 pm

Northern Canada. A part of the country that was normally cold and frigid all year around. From a distance, one could possibly think they had just wandered into Greenland and they would not be entirely wrong in doing so. The land was not exactly one suited to sustaining life but there were those whom had managed to carve out a living for themselves, once more highlighting the indomitable nature of the human nature.

Tonight, this part of Canada would be receiving some new visitors, only these visitors did not come in peace. They were here on a mission, and were poised to kill any and all who got in their way. A large circular space craft with multiple blinking lights on its rim hovered across the sky, its lights seemingly scanning the surface below them. The craft came to a stop over an empty spot amongst the trees and descended to the ground.

As it landed, the ship's side opened and a metal bridge unfolded, allowing what looked to be humanoid figures donned from head to toe in some type of body armor to walk out. The armor seemed set up to highlight their alien features such as curved heads with fins on the sides and what looked to be some sort of breathing system attached to the mask part. Their bodies were taller than a human by a good foot or so and yet they appeared slightly hunched over.

Other creatures had more obvious alien features such as spikes protruding from parts of their bodies or tails. A couple of them were holding chains which attached to the collars of large beasts that appeared similar to bull dogs only MUCH bigger and more teeth along with an extra eye in their foreheads.

One of the aliens stepped forward and touched some sort of wrist-mounted device. After a few clicks, it nodded, "This is the place, men. Half of you fan out while the rest of you stay and defend the ship. We'll draw out that blasted Siren and make her regret the day she and her friend dared to defy us..." With a salute, the men went to their assigned roles.
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Post by Katrina A. Russel on July 25th 2017, 8:25 pm

A mile and a half away, a girl wrapped head to toe in furs limped from the freshly-smoking ruins of what once was a cabin. She was limping because she screwed up; it happens, she knew, but it left with it a bitter taste in her mouth.She was lucky; so many of her kith died from missions turning sour. She managed to make it work for her, but still … She spat blood. That bastard had a hell of a right hook. She stopped and looked back at the ruins; the normal thrill of death didn’t fill her as it normally did. Only a gnawing pit of anxiety clawed at her insides, none of the fire of success she had grown accustomed to over the last several months. This did not bode well for the young assassin; while it was not quite a failure, it could be a herald for missions to come. After all, this was, in a way, ,a test.

His name was Volcanis, a retired superhero with the ability to control fire. Pretty standard power set. Apparently, he’s spent his retirement fighting oil companies for rights to mine the great North. These companies, in a rare spirit of cooperation, banded together and hired the Silver Hand. It was almost enough to bring a tear to the eye, if Katrina wasn’t so thoroughly disgusted. She had objected to the hit; Volcanis, she knew, was well loved by the people, and his death would always be treated with suspicion. But they insisted, and even went the step further to send Katrina herself. This shocked the young girl; she had never went after a meta-human target. She understood the implication.

She had stalked her target for a month, learning his habits, his powers, his personality. She got to know him so well she could mimic his every move. That afternoon, she made her move; snuck through his window, Gold Rings active. There was no way he could have been alerted to her presence … but something did. The fight was terrific, fire blasting this way and that, knives flashing through the air and drawing blood. It wasn’t until he slipped on a pool of his own blood did Katrina get the upper hand and slit his throat. She was thoroughly burned down her left side, of course, and he managed to get a flame-enhanced punch across her lower face, leaving a busted lip and rather nasty burn mark, but overall, she did well. She left the house to burn.

At first, she saw the lights and assumed they were from the activity of a metahuman; her cold eyes flashed again, Red Rings settling into place underneath her furs. She was wary of any activity in this area; for all she knew, it was those blasted oil companies sending someone to assassinate her. They wouldn’t want anyone to know they hired someone to take out a beloved superhero icon, after all. And besides, she wouldn’t put it past those monsters. She hated oil companies; not only were they destroying the world, but the pollution and corruption rife in these companies single-handedly destroyed millions of ecosystems. It’s only her self-control and decorum that prevented a very public slaying of every member of these organizations.

A closer look put paid to this idea; it was a ship unlike any sort she’s seen in any human air force, though she thought it could perhaps have been plucked directly from science fiction, all sleek lines and metallic chrome. It flew, soundlessly, through the air, no propulsion system visible on it, yet it was powerful; this was obvious from the way it flattened the trees. Her eyes narrowed; it was impossibly light, as well. The snow around it barely moved as it landed. A human ship that size would crack the ground and the hollow ice underneath it, plunging it into the depths.

But Katrina’s gaze wasn’t focused on the ship; no, she was focused on the creatures that came pouring out like ants. Some were humanoid, others not so much, and several were carrying dog like creatures. But dog-like was definitely the key word, as they were of a breed Katrina had never seen before. They were hunched as they walked, remaining tall despite this, and Katrina was instantly reminded of a beetle. There was only word to describe them.

”Aliens …”

The word was breathed, no louder than a whisper, the sound and smog instantly whipped away by the wind. They were searching for something, and for a second, Katrina was fearful that they were looking for her. But this was impossible; the Silver Hand had no dealings with extraterrestrial life, so unless Vulcanis dealt with these invaders, they were searching for another poor soul. A wicked smile crossed the face of the assassin, turning her pretty features absolutely malicious. This was just what she needed; a true challenge to test her abilities, no fire-blasting perverts or speedsters. Just her, forty aliens, and her weapons.

She stood then, her small height barely cresting the nearest snow shelf. Instinctually, she activated her Red Rings. A bow suddenly appeared in her hand, deadly looking with a graceful curve. Ambush in hand, she flicked her wrist; from three tubes, arrows blossomed. One of these she nocked, aiming down the site. The instant her hand touched the arrow, a Red Ring bloomed on it; and with a wicked smile, she released. The arrow whistled through the air; with a combined draw weight of 1,500 pounds, it was deadlier than a missile; a hundred pound draw weight bow can pierce an elephant skull at ten yards. A 220-pound bow can do the same from 100. This was ten times more powerful than that.

It started as a low humming; they wouldn’t have much time to worry about that, however, as three identical missiles rained down on them. Three were aimed; one to the far right, one to the far left, and one in the middle, each aimed for a hound and it’s handler. And boy, did it hit home. The sheer power of the projectiles, if nothing went amiss, would cleave straight through the body of hounds and into the lower body of their handlers, piercing through to the ground and leaving sizable holes in both. But Katrina wasn’t there; her Red rings turning Gold, she leapt off; harsh experience has taught her it’s easy to locate the locations of an archer. She had to keep moving.

Her heart was beating in her chest, sending it’s payloads of exhilaration up her skin. She felt alive, in this element, and despite the cold she was warm. Slowly she shed her clothing, leaving a trail of clothes (another trap for the enemy; if they take it, they’ll meet a rather explosive surprise) until she was just in her normal armor, the niqab covering her face and utility belt secured around her waist. The chill bit into her, threatening to make her shiver, but she refused; she was intent on her quarry. She was over them, like a spider, clinging to the top of their ship, gold rings under her hands to anchor her grip. She needed to watch them; that first move would put them on their guard. Now it was time to destroy their morale.
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Re: Blood On The Ice

Post by GamerXZ on July 25th 2017, 8:50 pm

The space pirates, despite their impressive manpower, were like many of their kind. Arrogant, and full of themselves, thinking that superior numbers automatically ensured victory. This would prove to be a mistake as the first sign something was going wrong happened when their "hounds" suddenly stopped and perked up their ears. However, before they even had time to react, the assassin's arrows pierced their bodies like a hot knife through butter.

The arrows exploded violently, incinerating two of the handlers and those surrounding them. The third managed to let go of his dog's collar in time to avoid being completely incinerated though was still sent flying by the blast. Needless to say, panic ensued almost immediately as the pirates started to scream and panic, looking about every which way for whom dared assault them. Their arrival was suppose to go unnoticed, yet somehow they had been found out!

"Men, cease and desist immediately!" The commander roared, trying to maintain order as he kept looking around, "Where is that blasted scouting team?!" Suddenly, out of the darkness came one of their own, looking ragged and out of breath, "Where have you been?! Nevermind, get on board and activate the flare launchers! We'll set this whole forest on fire if that's what it takes to flush them out!"

The solider saluted him before going aboard the ship. A few seconds later, several ports opened up as turrets rose out of them. The turrets took aim at the forest around them...only for a few seconds later to turn and start firing on the other pirates! Screams of panic and confusion filled the air as the commander looked around for the source. Suddenly, he heard a whistle and looked up to the ship's roof, and what he saw made his blood run cold, "....You?!"

"Yoo-hoo!!!" Aurora sat on the ship's roof alongside Alan and was waving cheerfully at the pirate leader, "You didn't really think we were just gonna sit around waiting for you to come to us, did you?" As if to prove a point, she chucked an empty soldier uniform down at the commander's feet.

"By the way..." Alan used telekinesis to lift up a rather large computer console, "I think this here looked pretty important..." He dropped it and it smashed on the ground, "Whoops. Ah well..." He held out his hand, "Shall we, dear Aurora?"

"I thought you'd never ask, partner." With a wink, Aurora took the offered hand and the two fused in a flash of light back into Siren whom then leaped down and used a pirate's face as a landing pad before causing her arm to morph into a whip and started lashing out at those around her.
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