Post by janedoe on Jul 2, 2010 12:28:10 GMT -5
Schemer
*Threshold....the mutant capable of manipulating the nerve endings in living beings for various effects had had enough. For years his loyalty to the Schemer had prevented him from acting against him....despite the fact the Schemer's plans had become increasingly less rational. The Schemer's attempt to wipe those who he felt betrayed him...including his own children was the final straw. Threshold had to act.
The Clique's second in command decided it was time to takeover the organization and steer it back to its orginal course...the acquiring of personal wealth. This continuing line of failed world takeover attempts had to cease....and now they would...once and for all.
Threshold took over the Schemer's computer system while the man in green was in the field...picking up after another of his fiascos. Threshold then ordered all clique agents....and all the android drones to capture his former friend and employer. Too his credit...the Schemer led the clique's finest on quite a merry chase....but eventually the Clique teleporter Spectre transported the Schemer along with Masque and novice supervillain the blue goblin into the midst of central control, the Clique's main war-room facility deep within the bowels of Philmont Industries manhattan division.
Within....Threshold questioned Masque on her loyalty....she coyly responded how as ever...she was on her own side. This after the Schemer had offered her the second in command position before they we captured. This was too much for the Schemer to take. His best friend had turned him. At Threshold's side....aiding him....obviously deluding herself into believing she was doing this for her lovers own good...the Schemer's fiance' the superstrong Hard Core stood. Also standing with Threshold was Razorblade...the clique's chief of security...a ninja assassin who possessed the power to surround an objects with an energy field of pure cutting force. Said object could then slice through all but a few known substances. There were others about well...Syphon, Blindside ones that wanted the Schemer out for years....and now saw their chance. The Schemer...seeing this...and knowing the only two people he believed completely loyal to him were behind this coup...caused the man in green to launch himself into a raging round of vemon laced rhetoric which even for he....the great pompous speech maker...was above and beyond all the other of his acid laced rants.*
It was Robert Frost who said...'Friends are the silver lining of life....and their loyalty and love golden.' What bullsh*t!!!! I see no love...and less loyalty among this pack of jackal !! You ingrates!! You'd all be nothing without me!!!
Syphon!! You were merely a lacky for the kingpin of crime...running the harlem mobs in his name...given whatever the fatman deemed you worth of when I found you. You've made millions working for me!!! And this is how you repay me!!
Blindside!! You were lowly circus aerialist and quick draw artist when I located you. You were waisting your superhuman gifts of enhanced reaction time and agility. Then I took you in....honed your skills. I've made you wealthy....transformed you into a top flight assassin. And this my thanks!!
Spectre!!! You and your sister were common thugs....bank robbers teleporting into banks and stealing the contents of safes. Pocket change compared to the money I've paid you. And now you turn on me!!!!
Razorblade!! You are mother my beloved Emiko....the child I myself gave birth too during that gender alteration the group went through a few years back. I made you head of secuirty of my global operations...and you repay by taking our child...and turning her over to the hand...the ninja organization that trained you...and now this....siding with these fools against me!!! Me!!!!
Masque!! You are mother of my first born. My beloved Winston Junior. You were among my first loves. I gave you everything a woman could desire....and look how you've repaid me!!! First you collect malcontents within the clique to oppose me...creating that garish counter group the pride!! How'd that work out for ya, baby!!!!?? The minute you left for europe to seek out interntional crime contacts...Spectrum took over...changed the name of the group and cut you out!!! You'd think that would have taught you a lesson in loyalty.....but no!! Even now...after I give you a chance to be my second in command...all you can think of is being on your own side....and telling that skinheaded scum Threshold so when he confronts you on the issue!!! Outrage or outrages!!!
Hard Core!! I loved you...and had plans to marry you....uh....eventually. You carry two of my children in your womb as we speak. I just took you on a wonderful swiss vacation. And now what do you do??!! You turn against me!! Betrayal most foul!!!
And you....Threshold!! I took you in after sentinal robots exposed you as a mutant....and the humans that once respected you as a teacher turned on you.....cast your out. And now look at you??!! Turning against me!!! Me!! You were my greatest friend!!! My trusted confidant!!! And how am I repaid??!!! With Treason!!! And what's worse...you pick the worst moment possible to and turn on me!!! Couldn't you at least waited a half day or so?? Manhattan is stretched out before us you fool!!! It's evacuated, devoid of humans. empty like that thick skull of yours!! And all thanks my lastest scheme!!! What the f*** goes in that mind of yours, Threshold??? Does anything normal function??!! The whole f***ing city of Manhattan is wide open you moron!!! It's christmas out there you witless toad!!! We should be out there gathering our presents!!! But no skinhead decides now is the time to grow a set of balls double cross me. You're so f***ing stupid you can't even wait until the clique has looted the city before you try a take over!!!
*He barely took in air before continuing with his rant...truly he was on a roll now.*
And then...on top of everything else...you let my....my beautiful baby boy Winston Junior get badly injured Trying to stop this treason??!!! His only crime being loyal to the father he loves. This too must I bare!!!
*He pointed accusingly at Threshold and added.*
Et tu, threshy!!! Et Tu!!!!
*He turned back to his former lovers Razorblade and Masque...as well as his current one, Hard Core.*
And you three stygian witches are not doing anything about it???!!! Well screw all three of you!!! Oh wait...been there done that!!! I see my mistake now...I should included all of you in my purge!!! Yer all going down!!!! And I'm going to start with you crome dome!!! I'm not letting my masterpiece.....my clique fall into your grubby hands!!!
*His omniblaster still in hand...the Schemer...all but foaming at the mouth with rage raised the weaponized cane and pointed it at Threshold.*
Yer goin' down!!! All of you are.....*There was a sudden twinge in the Schemer's chest that caused him to hesitate.* Yer going.......*More pain then....shooting down his arm.* Going down. *Then a massive surge of agony struck...and the Schemer's left arm went numb. The omniblaster fell from his hands dropping to the war-room floor....the Schemer himself swiftly followed. His insane rage had finally brought on what had surprising not occured before over his fifteen year reign of terror. The Schemer suffered a massive myocardial infarction....or in more colloquial terms...a heart attack.
Not far off....Creature King, Spectrum and the new Gods were searching the streets of New York for the Schemer. through the use of rats in the ssewer....creature king was capable of seeing through their eyes and witnessed the event of Spectre...the clique teleporter spiriting away the Schemer, Masque and some blue uniformed kid. He quickly reported his findings to Spectrum.*
That ruddy Spectre dun 'ported the Schemer away. Me guess would be to the war room the clique use. *He strained and found a fly in that room...and through its eyes witnessed the Schemer's rant....and then...his fall.*
Blimey. I be right....they be in the war room, lass. *Creature king told Spectrum.* And it looks like he's had himself a flippin' heart attack. We dun gotta get us over there. If he keels over....he'll astral project into a weak minded person. We'll dun lose him. We gotta get us over there and blow his head off before he can do it.
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Thresh
Threshold kept his guns trained on his friend and former commander, eye never leaving Schemers as the man’s rant became more and more chaotic. He saw Winston’s face grow red with rage as he surveyed the forces turned against him. Those members whom he’d turned on time and time again, and the ones who’d remained loyal to him and had let it happen.
He felt the others enter the room, Blindside, Razorblade, so many members of the organization that Schemer had built. What the man screamed about was true. In those earlier years he had found each of them. Pulled them from the mediocrity or wreckage that their lives had been. Helped hone their mutant gifts, promising them a world where their kind would not be hunted any longer, where humans would no longer terrorize them. The man he’d befriended, the man he’d followed into the world of Superhuman battles had once had a noble goal. To support his own people. To protect them from persecution, and provide them a means to a comfortable life. But over the years that ideal had warped. From protecting mutant kind to punishing humans. From seeking a means to provide a safe and comfortable life for his ‘family’ to the obsessive need to dominate the world..and he’d taken them with him.
Threshold’s finger twitch, itching. He had no desire to shoot The Schemer. With his weapons, loaded with high velocity displacer bullets, the man wouldn’t survive a single shot. However, he would not stand by and allow Winston’s insanity to harm them again. As The Schemer went for his weaponized cane, Threshold prepared to fire. Focusing his power on the green clad man, he’d intended to disable his eyesight…but his senses were met with a wall of pain. Threshold’s eyes grew wide as his friend crumpled to the ground, teeth grit in pain as the heart attack hit him.
“HardCore! He’s going into cardiac arrest. Get the Defibulator from the med bay. Razorblade, retrieve the Selenium encasement helmet from the armory. Move! We can’t let him die, he’ll jump into another body.”
Threshold hostered his weapons, moving quickly to kick the cane away from Schemer’s twitching fingers before dropping to the ground and ripping them man’s shirt open in preparation for the paddles.
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Prodigy
He looked at his father in terror as he fell over, his eyes flaring a bright blue as he cried out. "NO FATHER!" He running to his dad as his body glowed a bright blue, the robe around him swelling and desintigrating as he reached down to his father, his body glowing a bright blue, lifting his father up into his arms, his telekinetic form engulfing his father into the flow, his clothes dissolving as he let his powers flow through his father's body.
Both Winston Junior and Senior were transparent blue, and a glow could be seen surrounding the heart of his father, the heart beating, a light pulsing where the clot had formed that caused the heart attack, all the build up of plaque his father had in his veins sliding out of his body and falling to the ground in a small puddle of muck, oozing flat with a glopping sound as it hit the ground.
As he focused and focused on the repair of his father's heart or so it seemed his eyes burned a brighter blue, the skin of The Schemer glowing brighter and then starting to decay, soon it was his layers of muscles, then organs, then skeleton, soon the last atomic bits of his father in his arms was seen fading and Prodigy gasped for air, his powers winding down...his eyes looking terrified as he stood there, blinking and gasping, holding his arms out as if he were still holding his father in his arms, then falling to his knees screaming out. "NOOO!!!"
Winston curling forwards onto the ground, his forehead pressing against the ground as he began to weep, his body convulsing in sheer horror of what he had just done...agony pouring from his mind to those around him as he stood up, looking at the small puddle of green ooze, the last physical reminent of his father...then up to Threshold...tears streaming down his face as he gasped for air, the stitches on his back bleed as he leaned forward again...naked and broken...he was always naked a broken...
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Rocket
Meanwhile at Grandma's Happy Home Bakery, Rocket was leaning against a window of donuts. She was working on her sixth one. She wipped her mouth with the back of her hand in a delicate way but she had a ravenous look in her eyes. She was finally feeling better. She sighted contentedly and looked around for the chocolate cake.
Rocket was waiting for the Schemer to get back. From where she did not know. She had been ordered to stay here at the safe house and that was fine with her. She had to laugh a little that the safe house was in a bakery. She could eat her fill.
Walking around the room, still munching on her jelly donut she looked out of the window to see if there was any sign of the Schemer. She had been eager to join the team for quite some time. And the Schemer had promised her a place.
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Llyron
Llyron entered the room, dressed in a fine armani suit. Gone was the trident, and weapons. He was under a flag of truce ... with hostilities escalating with the united states, the clique could be a useful ally as long as they changed their focus. And, with the attempted assassination of most of their ranking members, that change could well be upon them.
"Greetings, esteemed competition. I am here under a flag of truce, and to aid you. Schemer is your enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or, at the very least, due the chance to become one."
He looked at Winnie.
"Might I also recommend a mutant negation device. And Thresh ... perhaps an increase in his perception of pain while helping him physically. Schemer IS a world class mutant ... like most of us here. If he can concentrate, he will check out of that pitiful husk instantly. I took the liberty of bringing along some injectable mutant and psionic negation drugs, nanite enhanced ... a variation of my genius friend Hi Jack."
He blinked in surprise as Winston Junior disintegrated Winston Senior.
"Poseidon, what a bullox. No telling WHERE pops shifted to ... perhaps even the kid himself. I think we should all check our selenium and see if it's been burned out. We may have a hitchhiker ..."
He sidled over to Masque.
"Hey beautiful ..."
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Spectrum
"What we need to do, Puck," she says to Creature King as they take off for the war room, "...is to find the 'flippin' real Schemer. This clone has outlived his charm, and with the real Schemer we could have some control and power of the Clique. We could use him against them, torture him until he molds to our will....."
Her imagination goes off and she plans, plots as they make their way there with the entire new gods not far behind. Arriving there, she finds it is too late, and all over already, only a bit of blue goo where the Schemer used to be. She glares at all of them, sniffing in the room like something smells bad and leaning against Roddy, mind racing to where he might be. He is somewhere close.
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Syn
Syn was inside as well. He was looking for the one name Schemer. He was said to be a trheat to the US or so it would be programmed in to him.
He made very heavy steps. For he was a big man with a large gun of sorts resting on his shoulder. Then scanned the room everyone seemed to be hovering over a man. Then his view came to a fish like man. He scanned the lifeless man.
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Schemey
*The pain of the heart attack was overwhelming....but the Schemer was a master of the mind...and pain could be controlled by the proper amount of will power. But he felt the agony....and knew the heart attack was fatal. It would be the end for most...but for the Schemer...it was only the start if he died.
Others were attempting to save his life...but for there own benefit...not his. He tried giving into the heart attack....hoping he could die before they could trap him within his body with selenium....but as it turned out...his beloved son understood...and made sure his foes would not stop him from being freed.
One moment there was an intense agony as progidy unleashed his power in full upon his dying form....and then...the freedom of astral projection. He needed a body now....for he could only remain befret of physical form on this plane of existance for the span of a breath before the astral plane would claim him. But that was easier said than done.
Manhattan had been evacuated. Only national guard troops armed with telepathy blocking selenuim chips and super heroes....strong of will were left in the city. He had to search further...and thankfully....he knew just where.
Grandma's happy home bakery....in the small oceanside town of picket New Jersey....just 5 miles outside of manhattan. There Rocket....one of newest clique members was guarding this front for a clique safehouse.
In his astral form....he could move anywhere within his minds 250 mile limitation in an instant. And there...inside the bakery Rocket stood....helping herself to profits. No matter....he would take it out of her salary. And appoarching the bakery...was a costumer.*
Oh hell no. *The Schemer grumbled.* He did not want to have to take over this body....but his time was running out. He had to take this one. Any port in the storm and all that.
*He slipped into the body of this old woman...who one of his people hired to be the happy face of Grandma's happy home bakery. Thankfully...her ancient mind was dulled with time...and she was a easy target for him.*
Hello my darling!! *The Schemer in the old woman's body said to Rocket as she tapped on the door of the bakery.*
It is I...the Schemer, deary. Let me in pumpkin....we've revenge to plot.
*He could not resist taunting threshold..Llyron..spectrum and the others he had escaped from with a telepathic call.*
Oh you've all been bad little monkeys!!! Grandma Schemer has a plan in mind to spank all of you good!!!
*Then...a private message to Progidy.*
Hello porkchop. Thank you for saving me, meatloaf. I'm at the bakery safehouse in New Jersey. Slip away from the ninnynoodles and join me there. We're going to fix them good.
*Creature King and Brawn arrived right behind Spectrum in the clique war room and he blew his stack when he saw that progidy had allowed his father to escape.*
Too late....too flippin' late. It's yer fault, Threshy!!! You let that bleeder get away!!! We woulda had if not fer ye, laddie!!!
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Thresh
Threshold reached up, touching his selenium tag. The small circle of metal was hot to the touch, but not burned out, thankfully.
“Llyron‘s right. We need to make sure we are all clear.”
He activated an in room scanner, checking for traces of the psionic energy that Schemer left behind, but finding none remaining in the room.
“Keep your tongue Roderick.” Threshold said, his usually calm voice somewhat tense. He turned back toward the computer, keying in several commands to the Sentinels. Years at Schemer’s side had made Threshold familiar with how the man worked. He’d have sought a new body by now, though it would be difficult with most of Manhattan evacuated. Still…there would be someone…somewhere that he would manage to work his way into.
Fortunately, among their mutant sensing apparatus, the Sentinels were equipped with sensors used to detect psionic brain waves and astral projections. He filtered through the data base, until he located the frequency of Schemer’s mind.
“Begin a search, track Target: Schemer. Upon location broadcast coordinates to all Clique channels.” he commanded the Sentinels. Around the city the giant robots took to the skies, their scanners blanketing blocks at a time as they searched for the Schemer’s mental patterns.
He turned, seeing the others who had entered. Llyron, the New Gods, even some armored Juggernaut….though thankfully not THE Juggernaut. His brow furrowed slightly as he considered the situation.
“We are united by a foe greater than any of our personal differences. We all have a reason to want to see Schemer taken down…in one way or another. Until that is done he will continue to pose the single greatest threat to all of our organizations.
Llyron, I would like to request that you call in the Redeemers. Assist in the search. Schemer is to be considered a priority threat….any means necessary to subdue him.
He turned to Spectrum and the New Gods
“Roderick, see if your eyes and ears in the wild can pick anything up. Search in these locations in particular.” he said, pointing to several points on the map that were well outside of the evacuation zone. Clique Safe houses.
“Spectrum…” Threshold cut off as the voice rang in their minds, over riding the Selenium chips. He frowned, recognizing the voice.
“Alright…..I know where he is now, approximately. That was the woman that was hired as the public face for one of the Clique’s safe houses…. Grandma's happy home bakery
Spectrum, we will need transport.
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Prodigy
He sat there for a long moment looking at where he father had been sadness filling his heart, then he looked down to the tiny puddle of green ooze, then closed his eyes and cleared his mind when he relized that it had happened, but then, just then he heard a voice in his mind, and in that moment had once again found the rule and guide of his salvation in life, his father's voice calling out to him, and he knew he should try to help his father, as he watched Threshold he let his father hear and see all that they were doing, then reached down, picking up his father's hat and placing it on his head, and the Omni Blaster cane in his hand he headed out of the room quietly.
His naked bare feet made no sound as he walked down the hallway, his naked body barely able to walk as the blood trickled down his back from where the stitches had been placed where he was impaled by the fence earlier before, he stepped outside the compound and walking across the front lawn without an article of clothes on other than his hat, and the omni blaster cane, he looking up with tears in his eyes, speaking to his father.
"~You need to run father...~" is all he could seem to think to say to him as he called out loudly. "LOTUS, I need you..." The car no where to be seen one moment, roaring down the road and skidding sideways coming to a stop infront of him, the suicide door flinging open and the trunk popping open as he looked at the car, walking over to the trunk, laying the hat and cane in it, then pulling a body towel out, tying it around his waist and sitting down in the seat. "I don't know where to go Lotus..." The car sitting still as he laid back in the seat with the trunk shutting but the door still open. "Lotus, give me a heads up display on the windshield of the location of all the sentinels in a 15 mile radius..."
A few bars errected from the top of the car, pings being sent out, locating the positions of the sentinels as they moved with each ping, a map of the city and their coordinates showing, all of them moving towards New Jersey, he opening his mind to his father to share in the information of what was being seen..."~They are coming for you...~" He laying his head back and closing his eyes as he rested in the car, the door sliding shut slowly and pulling off, soft music playing as the windows cracked, LOTUS driving back to the mansion.
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Llyron
Llyron sighed ... like the faintest whispers, the mental powerhouse that was schemer sent it's telepathic message, even through the selenium he wore. Impressive ... but annoying.
"Threshold, you took inadequate precautions. Permeating the room with selenium particles encasing ferous adamantine cores could have been easily accomplished with a magnetic field. And to bring the boy ... who has already aided the madman multiple times?"
He considered.
" 'Bad little monkeys'? 'Grandma Schemer'? Might I hazard a guess the madman did not have a large selection of bodies to choose from?"
He listened as Threshold took charge. He had recognized the mixed speech patterns and located the schemer.
"Well done. I am relaying the information to the Redeemers now. I will also call in some Retriever robots. They may have to fend off american or our own mind controlled forces while we subdue the schemer. Might I suggest we permeate the area with a magnetic field ... and suspend within it particles of selenium mixed with ferous elements? I'll make my own way, thank you. Just provide me the gps coordinates and I'll fire in a rocket with a jacktag to facilitate arrival."
He watched as Winston Jr exited the building. But it was not his place to intervene ... he was a guest here.
"And ... you seriously need to curb your pet. Hasn't the boy caused enough trouble."
Walking around naked with a fedora and a cane.
~Tres Sexy~
~Quiet mother~
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Rocket
While chewing on her donut and looking out the window she was surprised to see an old crone at the window. Rocket jumped back in a bit of surpirsed as she called her sweety, and pumpkin and all kinds of endearing names. But what was weird as she seemed to think she was the Schemer.
She frowned and eyed her unsure that it was the Schemer but something in the eyes told her it was the Schemer. Moving toward the door she opend it . Swallowing the last bite of donut, she frowned.
"What the hell happend to you? You turned into that ugly old granny? What's the matter with you?"
She had a very disapoving look on her face. Her hands on her hips shaking her head. "I mean I did expect more from you."
Rocket, being new had no idea what the Schemer had been up to.
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Spectrum
"Are you serious?" Her hands are on her hips and she looks around her. She is not among friends, with the exception of the few new gods that were able to enter the stronghold. "Suddenly Threshold is in charge of the Clique. Okay, I'll buy that. But I am not Clique, and I do not take orders. Ciao."
And she is gone, taking no more than Roddy with her, letting him scout the area first with one of his creatures. This was not something to enter into quickly. Thats' what got her into this mess, quick, impulsive moves.
"Maybe a cockroach in the bakery? Or an ant. But then I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do."
Nina looks at him. She knows that her taking charge has been getting to him, and there is a limit to how much he can take. Truth is, they are a good team, if they work like a team.
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Schemey
*The Schemer was let into the establishment...and grumbed at Rocket.* Now now buttercup. You need to have more for your elders.
*Inside moving at a sluggish pace of an old lady...the Schemer began to make preparations for the eventual arrival of his foes. First he made his way over to the cashier counter...manually lifted up the register. Sadly he was forced to do this as Threshold had taken over all the computer controls of the clique from the central facility. But the Schemer was still the recognized head of the organization...and he could override certain systems with a simple voice command. He offered one up to the computer hidden beneath the register.*
Schemer command code....frogs in winter.
Command code accepted. Limited access granted. Local facility controls only. *the computer spoke back.*
Marvelous. Simply marvelous. *The old hag chuckled.*
Activate all facilties omniblasters and defensive shields. Employ alternate frequency shields to block teleportation into facility. Jacktag protect sequence alpha.
Understood. *The computer answered and the Schemer grinned devilishly but felt he was forgetting something. It took a moment before he could recall...this ancient mind was not as sharp as his own.*
I'm such an old puddinghead. *He winced....hating how this old woman's speech patterns were taking over his own.* I nearly forgot. Activate offshore tidal impellers. Full power on my command.
*The Schemer's smile widened....as his son checked in with him, Telepathically.*
I'm aware of that, Muffin. Let them come....I will deal with all of them when they arrive. Oh yes sweetums....find high ground...I don't want you caught in what's coming.
*Meanwhile outside the bakery...a police car pulled up.*
What??? Oh dear.....how could the police have caught on??? Oh wait...it's bakery....they want donuts. Be a sweetheart, Rocket....blow them in the harbor with a whirlwind.
*Miles distant....Creature King sneered at Threshold when he told him to mind his tongue.*
Ye forget, laddie. I ain't clique. I work fer Spectrum. She gives me orders, boyo!!
*And Spectrum told Threshold virtually the samething...and then took off....with he with her...held in place withing a soild light field.*
We gonna help dem off the Schemer, love??? Or did ye just want to help ourselves to some riches....Schemer be nuts and all...but his plan to loot manhattan did have merit.
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Thresh
Threshold nodded to Llyron. An individual just as mad as Schemer, but in a more focused, less destructive way. There had been many times in the past when the two of them had worked well together, until Schemer’s endless betrayals of the Atlantian Lord had ended such partnerships.
“I appreciate that Llyron.” he said quietly, linking the Sentinels to a wrist computer and making his way to the door. He sighed quietly as Nina and Rodney left, having hoped that his history with Spectrum would have earned him some assistance in bringing down their insane former companion.
He turned and nodded to the gathered Clique members there as Specter began the process of teleporting them to the bakery.
“He will have had time to activate the defenses. We will need to disable them first. Do not try to teleport us directly into the bakery Spectre, instead place us here.” He pointed to a location across the street, a back parking lot to a bar, which would be outside of the defensive screens and out of the line of sight of the bakery.
“Remember. Do not kill him. Doing so will only exacerbate the problem as he hops into another body. We must disable and capture him.”
Threshold took a breath as the world around him shimmered, then reformed, his ears popping from the displaced air as Spectre teleported them into the bar’s parking lot. In the skies several Sentinels were descending toward the bakery, palm blasters already firing at the fortified building. The police outside reacted instantly, recognizing the Clique Sentinels and opening fire on them.
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Green Ranger
"YAH! HIYAAA!!!" Where the sounds of him jumping in mid air, landing a massive flying kick to the chest of one of the Puddies...the grey trooper stumbling back and oozing to non-existance as Tommy sweeped around, hammering another in the chest, followed by a left right and a jump kick it falling back and desentigrating as well. He soon spun around looking at the building onfront of him, pulling out his dagger, flipping it to his lips of the helmet and blowing wind through it, music playing as his Dragon Zord roared from the sky landing on it's feet behind him, the rumble of the ground like an earthquake...music whispering through the air around him.
"Go Go Power Rangers...."
"Go Go Power Rangers...."
"Go Go Power Rangers....you mighty morphin power rangers!"
Tommy blinking as he slid his helmet off smacking it a few times and shaking his head. "d**n helmet, swore I heard that music again..." Sliding his helmet back on and tooting the whistle of his dagger, the dragonzord roaring as it hunched over, opening it's mouth roaring, making attacking movements then opening it's mouth roaring again, the sight of a large bright beam bursting from it's mouth ripping across the ground and up the front of the building that Schemer was inside, the whole from of the building blowing open as the dust and smoke settled, the Green Ranger standing there looking at the Schemer and the Lady behind the desk, holding his dagger out.
"The jig is up Schemer, I have you now..."
He pointing his finger.
"You are going down, this is it, the end!"
He pointing his finger again.
"I'm gonna lay you down with one chop..."
He swinging his hand making a chop then pointing...
"It's morphor your money than you can pay Schemer..."
He pointing again.
"Go Go Power Rangers!"
He leaping into the air, doing a flying kick for the Schemer!
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Rocket
"What is going on here?" SHe looked at the Schemer in the old lady body. She glared at him a little. "Who the hell is out there other than cops?" It sounded like an army. And then entered The Green Ranger who was blocking the door she was going to go out. She backed up in the room and looked up at him making combat motions in the air yet stricking nothing. Rocket rolled her eyes and looked at Schemer.
"Boss, this is getting pretty messy in here. I think we better get out of here."
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*Threshold....the mutant capable of manipulating the nerve endings in living beings for various effects had had enough. For years his loyalty to the Schemer had prevented him from acting against him....despite the fact the Schemer's plans had become increasingly less rational. The Schemer's attempt to wipe those who he felt betrayed him...including his own children was the final straw. Threshold had to act.
The Clique's second in command decided it was time to takeover the organization and steer it back to its orginal course...the acquiring of personal wealth. This continuing line of failed world takeover attempts had to cease....and now they would...once and for all.
Threshold took over the Schemer's computer system while the man in green was in the field...picking up after another of his fiascos. Threshold then ordered all clique agents....and all the android drones to capture his former friend and employer. Too his credit...the Schemer led the clique's finest on quite a merry chase....but eventually the Clique teleporter Spectre transported the Schemer along with Masque and novice supervillain the blue goblin into the midst of central control, the Clique's main war-room facility deep within the bowels of Philmont Industries manhattan division.
Within....Threshold questioned Masque on her loyalty....she coyly responded how as ever...she was on her own side. This after the Schemer had offered her the second in command position before they we captured. This was too much for the Schemer to take. His best friend had turned him. At Threshold's side....aiding him....obviously deluding herself into believing she was doing this for her lovers own good...the Schemer's fiance' the superstrong Hard Core stood. Also standing with Threshold was Razorblade...the clique's chief of security...a ninja assassin who possessed the power to surround an objects with an energy field of pure cutting force. Said object could then slice through all but a few known substances. There were others about well...Syphon, Blindside ones that wanted the Schemer out for years....and now saw their chance. The Schemer...seeing this...and knowing the only two people he believed completely loyal to him were behind this coup...caused the man in green to launch himself into a raging round of vemon laced rhetoric which even for he....the great pompous speech maker...was above and beyond all the other of his acid laced rants.*
It was Robert Frost who said...'Friends are the silver lining of life....and their loyalty and love golden.' What bullsh*t!!!! I see no love...and less loyalty among this pack of jackal !! You ingrates!! You'd all be nothing without me!!!
Syphon!! You were merely a lacky for the kingpin of crime...running the harlem mobs in his name...given whatever the fatman deemed you worth of when I found you. You've made millions working for me!!! And this is how you repay me!!
Blindside!! You were lowly circus aerialist and quick draw artist when I located you. You were waisting your superhuman gifts of enhanced reaction time and agility. Then I took you in....honed your skills. I've made you wealthy....transformed you into a top flight assassin. And this my thanks!!
Spectre!!! You and your sister were common thugs....bank robbers teleporting into banks and stealing the contents of safes. Pocket change compared to the money I've paid you. And now you turn on me!!!!
Razorblade!! You are mother my beloved Emiko....the child I myself gave birth too during that gender alteration the group went through a few years back. I made you head of secuirty of my global operations...and you repay by taking our child...and turning her over to the hand...the ninja organization that trained you...and now this....siding with these fools against me!!! Me!!!!
Masque!! You are mother of my first born. My beloved Winston Junior. You were among my first loves. I gave you everything a woman could desire....and look how you've repaid me!!! First you collect malcontents within the clique to oppose me...creating that garish counter group the pride!! How'd that work out for ya, baby!!!!?? The minute you left for europe to seek out interntional crime contacts...Spectrum took over...changed the name of the group and cut you out!!! You'd think that would have taught you a lesson in loyalty.....but no!! Even now...after I give you a chance to be my second in command...all you can think of is being on your own side....and telling that skinheaded scum Threshold so when he confronts you on the issue!!! Outrage or outrages!!!
Hard Core!! I loved you...and had plans to marry you....uh....eventually. You carry two of my children in your womb as we speak. I just took you on a wonderful swiss vacation. And now what do you do??!! You turn against me!! Betrayal most foul!!!
And you....Threshold!! I took you in after sentinal robots exposed you as a mutant....and the humans that once respected you as a teacher turned on you.....cast your out. And now look at you??!! Turning against me!!! Me!! You were my greatest friend!!! My trusted confidant!!! And how am I repaid??!!! With Treason!!! And what's worse...you pick the worst moment possible to and turn on me!!! Couldn't you at least waited a half day or so?? Manhattan is stretched out before us you fool!!! It's evacuated, devoid of humans. empty like that thick skull of yours!! And all thanks my lastest scheme!!! What the f*** goes in that mind of yours, Threshold??? Does anything normal function??!! The whole f***ing city of Manhattan is wide open you moron!!! It's christmas out there you witless toad!!! We should be out there gathering our presents!!! But no skinhead decides now is the time to grow a set of balls double cross me. You're so f***ing stupid you can't even wait until the clique has looted the city before you try a take over!!!
*He barely took in air before continuing with his rant...truly he was on a roll now.*
And then...on top of everything else...you let my....my beautiful baby boy Winston Junior get badly injured Trying to stop this treason??!!! His only crime being loyal to the father he loves. This too must I bare!!!
*He pointed accusingly at Threshold and added.*
Et tu, threshy!!! Et Tu!!!!
*He turned back to his former lovers Razorblade and Masque...as well as his current one, Hard Core.*
And you three stygian witches are not doing anything about it???!!! Well screw all three of you!!! Oh wait...been there done that!!! I see my mistake now...I should included all of you in my purge!!! Yer all going down!!!! And I'm going to start with you crome dome!!! I'm not letting my masterpiece.....my clique fall into your grubby hands!!!
*His omniblaster still in hand...the Schemer...all but foaming at the mouth with rage raised the weaponized cane and pointed it at Threshold.*
Yer goin' down!!! All of you are.....*There was a sudden twinge in the Schemer's chest that caused him to hesitate.* Yer going.......*More pain then....shooting down his arm.* Going down. *Then a massive surge of agony struck...and the Schemer's left arm went numb. The omniblaster fell from his hands dropping to the war-room floor....the Schemer himself swiftly followed. His insane rage had finally brought on what had surprising not occured before over his fifteen year reign of terror. The Schemer suffered a massive myocardial infarction....or in more colloquial terms...a heart attack.
Not far off....Creature King, Spectrum and the new Gods were searching the streets of New York for the Schemer. through the use of rats in the ssewer....creature king was capable of seeing through their eyes and witnessed the event of Spectre...the clique teleporter spiriting away the Schemer, Masque and some blue uniformed kid. He quickly reported his findings to Spectrum.*
That ruddy Spectre dun 'ported the Schemer away. Me guess would be to the war room the clique use. *He strained and found a fly in that room...and through its eyes witnessed the Schemer's rant....and then...his fall.*
Blimey. I be right....they be in the war room, lass. *Creature king told Spectrum.* And it looks like he's had himself a flippin' heart attack. We dun gotta get us over there. If he keels over....he'll astral project into a weak minded person. We'll dun lose him. We gotta get us over there and blow his head off before he can do it.
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Thresh
Threshold kept his guns trained on his friend and former commander, eye never leaving Schemers as the man’s rant became more and more chaotic. He saw Winston’s face grow red with rage as he surveyed the forces turned against him. Those members whom he’d turned on time and time again, and the ones who’d remained loyal to him and had let it happen.
He felt the others enter the room, Blindside, Razorblade, so many members of the organization that Schemer had built. What the man screamed about was true. In those earlier years he had found each of them. Pulled them from the mediocrity or wreckage that their lives had been. Helped hone their mutant gifts, promising them a world where their kind would not be hunted any longer, where humans would no longer terrorize them. The man he’d befriended, the man he’d followed into the world of Superhuman battles had once had a noble goal. To support his own people. To protect them from persecution, and provide them a means to a comfortable life. But over the years that ideal had warped. From protecting mutant kind to punishing humans. From seeking a means to provide a safe and comfortable life for his ‘family’ to the obsessive need to dominate the world..and he’d taken them with him.
Threshold’s finger twitch, itching. He had no desire to shoot The Schemer. With his weapons, loaded with high velocity displacer bullets, the man wouldn’t survive a single shot. However, he would not stand by and allow Winston’s insanity to harm them again. As The Schemer went for his weaponized cane, Threshold prepared to fire. Focusing his power on the green clad man, he’d intended to disable his eyesight…but his senses were met with a wall of pain. Threshold’s eyes grew wide as his friend crumpled to the ground, teeth grit in pain as the heart attack hit him.
“HardCore! He’s going into cardiac arrest. Get the Defibulator from the med bay. Razorblade, retrieve the Selenium encasement helmet from the armory. Move! We can’t let him die, he’ll jump into another body.”
Threshold hostered his weapons, moving quickly to kick the cane away from Schemer’s twitching fingers before dropping to the ground and ripping them man’s shirt open in preparation for the paddles.
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Prodigy
He looked at his father in terror as he fell over, his eyes flaring a bright blue as he cried out. "NO FATHER!" He running to his dad as his body glowed a bright blue, the robe around him swelling and desintigrating as he reached down to his father, his body glowing a bright blue, lifting his father up into his arms, his telekinetic form engulfing his father into the flow, his clothes dissolving as he let his powers flow through his father's body.
Both Winston Junior and Senior were transparent blue, and a glow could be seen surrounding the heart of his father, the heart beating, a light pulsing where the clot had formed that caused the heart attack, all the build up of plaque his father had in his veins sliding out of his body and falling to the ground in a small puddle of muck, oozing flat with a glopping sound as it hit the ground.
As he focused and focused on the repair of his father's heart or so it seemed his eyes burned a brighter blue, the skin of The Schemer glowing brighter and then starting to decay, soon it was his layers of muscles, then organs, then skeleton, soon the last atomic bits of his father in his arms was seen fading and Prodigy gasped for air, his powers winding down...his eyes looking terrified as he stood there, blinking and gasping, holding his arms out as if he were still holding his father in his arms, then falling to his knees screaming out. "NOOO!!!"
Winston curling forwards onto the ground, his forehead pressing against the ground as he began to weep, his body convulsing in sheer horror of what he had just done...agony pouring from his mind to those around him as he stood up, looking at the small puddle of green ooze, the last physical reminent of his father...then up to Threshold...tears streaming down his face as he gasped for air, the stitches on his back bleed as he leaned forward again...naked and broken...he was always naked a broken...
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Rocket
Meanwhile at Grandma's Happy Home Bakery, Rocket was leaning against a window of donuts. She was working on her sixth one. She wipped her mouth with the back of her hand in a delicate way but she had a ravenous look in her eyes. She was finally feeling better. She sighted contentedly and looked around for the chocolate cake.
Rocket was waiting for the Schemer to get back. From where she did not know. She had been ordered to stay here at the safe house and that was fine with her. She had to laugh a little that the safe house was in a bakery. She could eat her fill.
Walking around the room, still munching on her jelly donut she looked out of the window to see if there was any sign of the Schemer. She had been eager to join the team for quite some time. And the Schemer had promised her a place.
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Llyron
Llyron entered the room, dressed in a fine armani suit. Gone was the trident, and weapons. He was under a flag of truce ... with hostilities escalating with the united states, the clique could be a useful ally as long as they changed their focus. And, with the attempted assassination of most of their ranking members, that change could well be upon them.
"Greetings, esteemed competition. I am here under a flag of truce, and to aid you. Schemer is your enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or, at the very least, due the chance to become one."
He looked at Winnie.
"Might I also recommend a mutant negation device. And Thresh ... perhaps an increase in his perception of pain while helping him physically. Schemer IS a world class mutant ... like most of us here. If he can concentrate, he will check out of that pitiful husk instantly. I took the liberty of bringing along some injectable mutant and psionic negation drugs, nanite enhanced ... a variation of my genius friend Hi Jack."
He blinked in surprise as Winston Junior disintegrated Winston Senior.
"Poseidon, what a bullox. No telling WHERE pops shifted to ... perhaps even the kid himself. I think we should all check our selenium and see if it's been burned out. We may have a hitchhiker ..."
He sidled over to Masque.
"Hey beautiful ..."
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Spectrum
"What we need to do, Puck," she says to Creature King as they take off for the war room, "...is to find the 'flippin' real Schemer. This clone has outlived his charm, and with the real Schemer we could have some control and power of the Clique. We could use him against them, torture him until he molds to our will....."
Her imagination goes off and she plans, plots as they make their way there with the entire new gods not far behind. Arriving there, she finds it is too late, and all over already, only a bit of blue goo where the Schemer used to be. She glares at all of them, sniffing in the room like something smells bad and leaning against Roddy, mind racing to where he might be. He is somewhere close.
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Syn
Syn was inside as well. He was looking for the one name Schemer. He was said to be a trheat to the US or so it would be programmed in to him.
He made very heavy steps. For he was a big man with a large gun of sorts resting on his shoulder. Then scanned the room everyone seemed to be hovering over a man. Then his view came to a fish like man. He scanned the lifeless man.
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Schemey
*The pain of the heart attack was overwhelming....but the Schemer was a master of the mind...and pain could be controlled by the proper amount of will power. But he felt the agony....and knew the heart attack was fatal. It would be the end for most...but for the Schemer...it was only the start if he died.
Others were attempting to save his life...but for there own benefit...not his. He tried giving into the heart attack....hoping he could die before they could trap him within his body with selenium....but as it turned out...his beloved son understood...and made sure his foes would not stop him from being freed.
One moment there was an intense agony as progidy unleashed his power in full upon his dying form....and then...the freedom of astral projection. He needed a body now....for he could only remain befret of physical form on this plane of existance for the span of a breath before the astral plane would claim him. But that was easier said than done.
Manhattan had been evacuated. Only national guard troops armed with telepathy blocking selenuim chips and super heroes....strong of will were left in the city. He had to search further...and thankfully....he knew just where.
Grandma's happy home bakery....in the small oceanside town of picket New Jersey....just 5 miles outside of manhattan. There Rocket....one of newest clique members was guarding this front for a clique safehouse.
In his astral form....he could move anywhere within his minds 250 mile limitation in an instant. And there...inside the bakery Rocket stood....helping herself to profits. No matter....he would take it out of her salary. And appoarching the bakery...was a costumer.*
Oh hell no. *The Schemer grumbled.* He did not want to have to take over this body....but his time was running out. He had to take this one. Any port in the storm and all that.
*He slipped into the body of this old woman...who one of his people hired to be the happy face of Grandma's happy home bakery. Thankfully...her ancient mind was dulled with time...and she was a easy target for him.*
Hello my darling!! *The Schemer in the old woman's body said to Rocket as she tapped on the door of the bakery.*
It is I...the Schemer, deary. Let me in pumpkin....we've revenge to plot.
*He could not resist taunting threshold..Llyron..spectrum and the others he had escaped from with a telepathic call.*
Oh you've all been bad little monkeys!!! Grandma Schemer has a plan in mind to spank all of you good!!!
*Then...a private message to Progidy.*
Hello porkchop. Thank you for saving me, meatloaf. I'm at the bakery safehouse in New Jersey. Slip away from the ninnynoodles and join me there. We're going to fix them good.
*Creature King and Brawn arrived right behind Spectrum in the clique war room and he blew his stack when he saw that progidy had allowed his father to escape.*
Too late....too flippin' late. It's yer fault, Threshy!!! You let that bleeder get away!!! We woulda had if not fer ye, laddie!!!
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Thresh
Threshold reached up, touching his selenium tag. The small circle of metal was hot to the touch, but not burned out, thankfully.
“Llyron‘s right. We need to make sure we are all clear.”
He activated an in room scanner, checking for traces of the psionic energy that Schemer left behind, but finding none remaining in the room.
“Keep your tongue Roderick.” Threshold said, his usually calm voice somewhat tense. He turned back toward the computer, keying in several commands to the Sentinels. Years at Schemer’s side had made Threshold familiar with how the man worked. He’d have sought a new body by now, though it would be difficult with most of Manhattan evacuated. Still…there would be someone…somewhere that he would manage to work his way into.
Fortunately, among their mutant sensing apparatus, the Sentinels were equipped with sensors used to detect psionic brain waves and astral projections. He filtered through the data base, until he located the frequency of Schemer’s mind.
“Begin a search, track Target: Schemer. Upon location broadcast coordinates to all Clique channels.” he commanded the Sentinels. Around the city the giant robots took to the skies, their scanners blanketing blocks at a time as they searched for the Schemer’s mental patterns.
He turned, seeing the others who had entered. Llyron, the New Gods, even some armored Juggernaut….though thankfully not THE Juggernaut. His brow furrowed slightly as he considered the situation.
“We are united by a foe greater than any of our personal differences. We all have a reason to want to see Schemer taken down…in one way or another. Until that is done he will continue to pose the single greatest threat to all of our organizations.
Llyron, I would like to request that you call in the Redeemers. Assist in the search. Schemer is to be considered a priority threat….any means necessary to subdue him.
He turned to Spectrum and the New Gods
“Roderick, see if your eyes and ears in the wild can pick anything up. Search in these locations in particular.” he said, pointing to several points on the map that were well outside of the evacuation zone. Clique Safe houses.
“Spectrum…” Threshold cut off as the voice rang in their minds, over riding the Selenium chips. He frowned, recognizing the voice.
“Alright…..I know where he is now, approximately. That was the woman that was hired as the public face for one of the Clique’s safe houses…. Grandma's happy home bakery
Spectrum, we will need transport.
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Prodigy
He sat there for a long moment looking at where he father had been sadness filling his heart, then he looked down to the tiny puddle of green ooze, then closed his eyes and cleared his mind when he relized that it had happened, but then, just then he heard a voice in his mind, and in that moment had once again found the rule and guide of his salvation in life, his father's voice calling out to him, and he knew he should try to help his father, as he watched Threshold he let his father hear and see all that they were doing, then reached down, picking up his father's hat and placing it on his head, and the Omni Blaster cane in his hand he headed out of the room quietly.
His naked bare feet made no sound as he walked down the hallway, his naked body barely able to walk as the blood trickled down his back from where the stitches had been placed where he was impaled by the fence earlier before, he stepped outside the compound and walking across the front lawn without an article of clothes on other than his hat, and the omni blaster cane, he looking up with tears in his eyes, speaking to his father.
"~You need to run father...~" is all he could seem to think to say to him as he called out loudly. "LOTUS, I need you..." The car no where to be seen one moment, roaring down the road and skidding sideways coming to a stop infront of him, the suicide door flinging open and the trunk popping open as he looked at the car, walking over to the trunk, laying the hat and cane in it, then pulling a body towel out, tying it around his waist and sitting down in the seat. "I don't know where to go Lotus..." The car sitting still as he laid back in the seat with the trunk shutting but the door still open. "Lotus, give me a heads up display on the windshield of the location of all the sentinels in a 15 mile radius..."
A few bars errected from the top of the car, pings being sent out, locating the positions of the sentinels as they moved with each ping, a map of the city and their coordinates showing, all of them moving towards New Jersey, he opening his mind to his father to share in the information of what was being seen..."~They are coming for you...~" He laying his head back and closing his eyes as he rested in the car, the door sliding shut slowly and pulling off, soft music playing as the windows cracked, LOTUS driving back to the mansion.
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Llyron
Llyron sighed ... like the faintest whispers, the mental powerhouse that was schemer sent it's telepathic message, even through the selenium he wore. Impressive ... but annoying.
"Threshold, you took inadequate precautions. Permeating the room with selenium particles encasing ferous adamantine cores could have been easily accomplished with a magnetic field. And to bring the boy ... who has already aided the madman multiple times?"
He considered.
" 'Bad little monkeys'? 'Grandma Schemer'? Might I hazard a guess the madman did not have a large selection of bodies to choose from?"
He listened as Threshold took charge. He had recognized the mixed speech patterns and located the schemer.
"Well done. I am relaying the information to the Redeemers now. I will also call in some Retriever robots. They may have to fend off american or our own mind controlled forces while we subdue the schemer. Might I suggest we permeate the area with a magnetic field ... and suspend within it particles of selenium mixed with ferous elements? I'll make my own way, thank you. Just provide me the gps coordinates and I'll fire in a rocket with a jacktag to facilitate arrival."
He watched as Winston Jr exited the building. But it was not his place to intervene ... he was a guest here.
"And ... you seriously need to curb your pet. Hasn't the boy caused enough trouble."
Walking around naked with a fedora and a cane.
~Tres Sexy~
~Quiet mother~
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Rocket
While chewing on her donut and looking out the window she was surprised to see an old crone at the window. Rocket jumped back in a bit of surpirsed as she called her sweety, and pumpkin and all kinds of endearing names. But what was weird as she seemed to think she was the Schemer.
She frowned and eyed her unsure that it was the Schemer but something in the eyes told her it was the Schemer. Moving toward the door she opend it . Swallowing the last bite of donut, she frowned.
"What the hell happend to you? You turned into that ugly old granny? What's the matter with you?"
She had a very disapoving look on her face. Her hands on her hips shaking her head. "I mean I did expect more from you."
Rocket, being new had no idea what the Schemer had been up to.
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Spectrum
"Are you serious?" Her hands are on her hips and she looks around her. She is not among friends, with the exception of the few new gods that were able to enter the stronghold. "Suddenly Threshold is in charge of the Clique. Okay, I'll buy that. But I am not Clique, and I do not take orders. Ciao."
And she is gone, taking no more than Roddy with her, letting him scout the area first with one of his creatures. This was not something to enter into quickly. Thats' what got her into this mess, quick, impulsive moves.
"Maybe a cockroach in the bakery? Or an ant. But then I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do."
Nina looks at him. She knows that her taking charge has been getting to him, and there is a limit to how much he can take. Truth is, they are a good team, if they work like a team.
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Schemey
*The Schemer was let into the establishment...and grumbed at Rocket.* Now now buttercup. You need to have more for your elders.
*Inside moving at a sluggish pace of an old lady...the Schemer began to make preparations for the eventual arrival of his foes. First he made his way over to the cashier counter...manually lifted up the register. Sadly he was forced to do this as Threshold had taken over all the computer controls of the clique from the central facility. But the Schemer was still the recognized head of the organization...and he could override certain systems with a simple voice command. He offered one up to the computer hidden beneath the register.*
Schemer command code....frogs in winter.
Command code accepted. Limited access granted. Local facility controls only. *the computer spoke back.*
Marvelous. Simply marvelous. *The old hag chuckled.*
Activate all facilties omniblasters and defensive shields. Employ alternate frequency shields to block teleportation into facility. Jacktag protect sequence alpha.
Understood. *The computer answered and the Schemer grinned devilishly but felt he was forgetting something. It took a moment before he could recall...this ancient mind was not as sharp as his own.*
I'm such an old puddinghead. *He winced....hating how this old woman's speech patterns were taking over his own.* I nearly forgot. Activate offshore tidal impellers. Full power on my command.
*The Schemer's smile widened....as his son checked in with him, Telepathically.*
I'm aware of that, Muffin. Let them come....I will deal with all of them when they arrive. Oh yes sweetums....find high ground...I don't want you caught in what's coming.
*Meanwhile outside the bakery...a police car pulled up.*
What??? Oh dear.....how could the police have caught on??? Oh wait...it's bakery....they want donuts. Be a sweetheart, Rocket....blow them in the harbor with a whirlwind.
*Miles distant....Creature King sneered at Threshold when he told him to mind his tongue.*
Ye forget, laddie. I ain't clique. I work fer Spectrum. She gives me orders, boyo!!
*And Spectrum told Threshold virtually the samething...and then took off....with he with her...held in place withing a soild light field.*
We gonna help dem off the Schemer, love??? Or did ye just want to help ourselves to some riches....Schemer be nuts and all...but his plan to loot manhattan did have merit.
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Thresh
Threshold nodded to Llyron. An individual just as mad as Schemer, but in a more focused, less destructive way. There had been many times in the past when the two of them had worked well together, until Schemer’s endless betrayals of the Atlantian Lord had ended such partnerships.
“I appreciate that Llyron.” he said quietly, linking the Sentinels to a wrist computer and making his way to the door. He sighed quietly as Nina and Rodney left, having hoped that his history with Spectrum would have earned him some assistance in bringing down their insane former companion.
He turned and nodded to the gathered Clique members there as Specter began the process of teleporting them to the bakery.
“He will have had time to activate the defenses. We will need to disable them first. Do not try to teleport us directly into the bakery Spectre, instead place us here.” He pointed to a location across the street, a back parking lot to a bar, which would be outside of the defensive screens and out of the line of sight of the bakery.
“Remember. Do not kill him. Doing so will only exacerbate the problem as he hops into another body. We must disable and capture him.”
Threshold took a breath as the world around him shimmered, then reformed, his ears popping from the displaced air as Spectre teleported them into the bar’s parking lot. In the skies several Sentinels were descending toward the bakery, palm blasters already firing at the fortified building. The police outside reacted instantly, recognizing the Clique Sentinels and opening fire on them.
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Green Ranger
"YAH! HIYAAA!!!" Where the sounds of him jumping in mid air, landing a massive flying kick to the chest of one of the Puddies...the grey trooper stumbling back and oozing to non-existance as Tommy sweeped around, hammering another in the chest, followed by a left right and a jump kick it falling back and desentigrating as well. He soon spun around looking at the building onfront of him, pulling out his dagger, flipping it to his lips of the helmet and blowing wind through it, music playing as his Dragon Zord roared from the sky landing on it's feet behind him, the rumble of the ground like an earthquake...music whispering through the air around him.
"Go Go Power Rangers...."
"Go Go Power Rangers...."
"Go Go Power Rangers....you mighty morphin power rangers!"
Tommy blinking as he slid his helmet off smacking it a few times and shaking his head. "d**n helmet, swore I heard that music again..." Sliding his helmet back on and tooting the whistle of his dagger, the dragonzord roaring as it hunched over, opening it's mouth roaring, making attacking movements then opening it's mouth roaring again, the sight of a large bright beam bursting from it's mouth ripping across the ground and up the front of the building that Schemer was inside, the whole from of the building blowing open as the dust and smoke settled, the Green Ranger standing there looking at the Schemer and the Lady behind the desk, holding his dagger out.
"The jig is up Schemer, I have you now..."
He pointing his finger.
"You are going down, this is it, the end!"
He pointing his finger again.
"I'm gonna lay you down with one chop..."
He swinging his hand making a chop then pointing...
"It's morphor your money than you can pay Schemer..."
He pointing again.
"Go Go Power Rangers!"
He leaping into the air, doing a flying kick for the Schemer!
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Rocket
"What is going on here?" SHe looked at the Schemer in the old lady body. She glared at him a little. "Who the hell is out there other than cops?" It sounded like an army. And then entered The Green Ranger who was blocking the door she was going to go out. She backed up in the room and looked up at him making combat motions in the air yet stricking nothing. Rocket rolled her eyes and looked at Schemer.
"Boss, this is getting pretty messy in here. I think we better get out of here."
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