(2014-06-20) Dreadnoks Trash Metropolis
Dreadnoks Trash Metropolis
Summary: Three seemingly crazed mercenaries storm a high-end hotel in Metropolis, taking staff, patrons, and some very high-profile Sub Diego tourists hostage. Naturally, the heroes can't let that go without interfering.
Date: 2014-06-20
Related: Various
NPCs: Torch, Buzzer, Ripper, Zartan, Zarana, Mysterious Guest Star (Atlantean), Maggie Sawyer
Scene Runner: Winsome
Social/Plot: Plot
Players:
power-woman..mercury..ghost-rider..miss-marvel..

The party from Sub Diego, five ten to fourteen year olds and two adult chaperones, arrived in Metropolis late last night. After a good night's sleep in their specially sealed, aquatic suites they dressed in their aquasuits (rather like dive suits but designed to supply water to gills and keep the body hydrated instead of the other way around). Then they headed downstairs to begin their day. Things went downhill from there. As the kids and their caretakers headed through the lobby towards the front door three men, looking like they were from a biker gang and armed, entered.

One is a blonde in a sleeveless jean jacket with a ponytail and mirrorshades. He's armed with what seems to be a functioning chainsaw mounted on the end of a rifle. The next is a dark haired man with a mohawk and yellow shades. He's armed with what looks like a modification on the jaws of life, hooked into a backpack module. The third is beared with a red headband and black shades. His weapon is the most obvious and conventional - a flamethrower.

The man with the ponytail announced they were taking the place as their base. The group from Sub Diego was huddled over into one corner where they are currently sitting, clinging to each other. The staff, guests, and media present were all locked into the hotel vault. Once that was taken care of the three bikers went to town. Shouting with delight they began destorying the Metropolis Grand's lobby with their tools. That was five minutes ago. The SCU is already setting up a perimiter.

The party from Sub Diego, five ten to fourteen year olds and two adult chaperones, arrived in Metropolis late last night. After a good night's sleep in their specially sealed, aquatic suites they dressed in their aquasuits (rather like dive suits but designed to supply water to gills and keep the body hydrated instead of the other way around). Then they headed downstairs to begin their day. Things went downhill from there. As the kids and their caretakers headed through the lobby towards the front door three men, looking like they were from a biker gang and armed, entered.

One is a blonde in a sleeveless jean jacket with a ponytail and mirrorshades. He's armed with what seems to be a functioning chainsaw mounted on the end of a rifle. The next is a dark haired man with a mohawk and yellow shades. He's armed with what looks like a modification on the jaws of life, hooked into a backpack module. The third is beared with a red headband and black shades. His weapon is the most obvious and conventional - a flamethrower.

The man with the ponytail announced they were taking the place as their base. The group from Sub Diego was huddled over into one corner where they are currently sitting, clinging to each other. The staff, guests, and media present were all locked into the hotel vault. Once that was taken care of the three bikers went to town. Shouting with delight they began destorying the Metropolis Grand's lobby with their tools. That was five minutes ago. The SCU is already setting up a perimiter.

Johnny Blaze, veteran stunt rider, isn't a huge fan of Metropolis. It's too polished, too 'high-tech', and he always feels like how Buck Rogers must've felt after that long nap in the capsule. Still, the hotel's nice, and he got to sleep in, but he can't shake the feeling something's wrong. As his elevator starts to descend to the lobby, that feeling gets worse and worse, and his hands start to shake. "Oh no, come ON, it's Metropolis, not freaking -Gotham-." he mumbles. As the elevator gets closer and closer to ground floor, his skin starts to feel like ants are crawling all over it, flushed and hot. The elevator dings softly, the doors sliding open, with Blaze leaning against one wall. A small giggle comes out of his mouth, helplessly.

Hearing that there are problems - hooray for the WorldWatching app and platform - Karen Starr took a powder, and Power Woman is arriving outside, floating down to the ground to check in with the SCU. "Detective Sawyer, how much information to you have, and how can I help?" Even as she says this, she is sweeping the building with her Kryptonian vision and hearing, taking note of every detail and ready to pass that information to Sawyer and her team to help secure the safety of everyone inside. "Those men almost seem insane."

Cessily came to the Metropolis Grand to meet with an old friend she knew from school, and was in the ladies' room to wash her face. She hears the ruckus and blinks. Shouts of kids being frightened and adults laughing, followed by the sounds of stuff being broken. "… Aw, geez." she sighs, and opens the ladies' room door just slightly so she can peek at the main lobby, to take a look at what is going on. She's starting to think trouble follows her in Metropolis. She counts the bikers. "One… two… three guys?" she mutters to herself. Then she looks around, trying to find a way to move around without being noticed. Frowning, she melts, and starts slowly flowing on the floor, staying near the wall, being careful to stay out of line of sight from the bad guys…

After dealing with a friend the other day, Miss Marvel's ready to focus her attention on a distraction. She pulled a patrol shift with the Justice League. A call came in from Monitor Duty and Marvel descends to Metropolis and the Grand specifically. She hears Kara's voice over the communicator. "Miss Marvel coming in hot and ready for backup, Power Woman." She takes up a position, hovering over the hotel in order to get a view of the entry points, working a strategy.

"Elevator's opening, Torch!" The man with the chainsaw shouts over the noise in an English accent.

"Bury it, Buzzer!" The guy with the flamethrower calls back.

Buzzer cackles madly and hops over to cut through several supports with his specially rigged chainsaw. A balcony from the second floor of the lobby crashes down, blocking the elevator.

Outside, Maggie Sawyer relays the information to Power Woman. "Three bikers with specialized weaponry. According to the FBI they call themselves Dreadnoks. They're mercs for hire but the truth is the entire gang is insane and loves destroying things. We're evacuating the upper floors." Sawyer points to where a hover truck manned by fire fighters is helping guests out of windows from the second floor up. "But we're left with an unknown number of guests and staff on the first floor, including the kids from Sub Diego."

After the balcony crashes down, there's a moment of silence… and then a terrible roar bursts out, the sound of a backdraft exploding into a room. Gouts of flame lick out from around the edges of the balcony, and outside an SCU officer jerks away from his scanner. "What the— IR spike in the lobby!"

Then the balcony starts to slide outwards, scraping along the floor as though being steadily pushed aside. Inhuman laughter echoes outward, mocking everything, and greasy smoke starts to leak from the blockade as well.

"Alright." Power Woman answers Sawyer, and gives her detailed explanations of where everyone is, since she can frankly see it all. "Miss Marvel, do what you can to help evacuate those upper floors, then get down here. We're going to need to make entry, and find a way to get everyone out of there alive. It's ugly."

The Kryptonian watches the eruption of fire inside, and frowns. "We may not have time to wait. Your Sub Diego tourists are here, at the back. Most of the guests and staff are here, inside the vault. They're safe, but trapped. Miss Marvel or I could pull them out, but it would do substantial structural damage to the building." Not enough by itself to bring it down, but with the rest of the mess the Dreadnoks are making? Could be.

Cessily mentally gasps as the guys simply demolish the second floor balcony just to block the elevator! These guys are insane! And one of them has a flamethrower. If the guy aims that toward her, she's done for. They also look much, much burlier than the goons she had to face before. The formless blob of metal quivers in annoyance, remaining out of sight for now. Direct confrontation is out of the question, thanks ot that damn flamethrower. But she might not have a choice. But maybe if she took the flamethrower guy by surprise first, she might have a chance. That's what she'll do. Strategy formed, her formless mass starts slithering on the floor, going from cover to cover, trying to find a way toward 'Torch' while still keeping out of sight.

Miss Marvel nods as she hears Kara's command over the commlink. "Acknowledged, Power Woman." She zips down to the hover truck and waves grabbing an armful of people waiting to be evacuated. She gets them to the evacuation point safely. She does this a few times until most of the upper floors are evacuated. "We seem to be alright with the upper floors. We can't just take the vault, or should we work on taking down the perpetrators first?"

"We've a player in the game, Ripper!" Buzzer shouts, taking full notice of the debris being moved. The elevator being cleared. Signs of a fire happening.

"Okay, boys! Stop the music!" Buzzer cups his hand over his mouth, calling out towards the elevator. "Here's the deal, chum! You're going to stay right where you are and sit on your bloody hands! We catch even a peep out of you and me mate Torch over here will see how fast he can boil the freak kids alive!"

Torch giggles manically as he releases a jet of flame just over the Sub Diego group's head. They shriek and cower down.

The debris is mostly shoved aside, enough to reveal what was in the elevator. A skeleton. On fire. Dressed in spiked leathers. Empty eyesockets, regarding Buzzer with a kind of horrid, undead contempt, before the skull turns to stare at Torch. The Rider hasn't moved yet… but there's a kind of malign tension there. Hungry.

"OK. No time to wait. Marvel, go, go, go!" Power Woman calls, as she herself blurs into action, streaking through the front doors quite explosively, all to make sure she gets in front of the Sub Diego kids and their chaperones before any gouts of flame and fire head in their direction. They're under the protection of the Justice League, now.

Cessily recoils a bit from the heat as the 'Torch' blows flames toward the hostages. Scrap. These guys are insane! No time for stealthy finesse, she needs to stop the fire guy NOW! She abandons stealth and rushes toward 'Torch', first. Her shapeless metallic form slithering fast, like a snake, hoping nobody looks at the ground before she reaches him!

Miss Marvel zips in through the front in a red and gold blur. "On it, Kara." She says as she stops in front of Buzzer. "Game over, Numbskull." She waits for him to attack her.

And, of course, Buzzer does. He brings his chainsaw down straight onto Miss Marvel's… well… let's just say when his chainsaw breaks he's smiling a little. "Worth it." He says, thrusting his tongue out lewdly at the World's Mightiest Mortal.

Torch isn't paying any attention to Mercury, no, because Power Woman's right in front of him. "Can't stop a wide dispersal!" He shouts as he adjusts the nozzel on his flamethrower but, just as his finger touches the trigger, Mercury's enveloping him. Sending him to the ground.

The Sub Diego party takes this opportunity to flee. The adults quickly take charge, leading the kids across the lobby and out the broken front doors.

Which leaves Ripper. He doesn't stand still. Instead, he uses his specialized jaws of death to break more support columns. The entire lobby starts shaking. He's laughing maniacally the entire way.

As soon as Miss Marvel and Power Woman burst in and Torch is entangled, Ghost Rider moves. His chain slashes out, aiming for Ripper, the flashing links whirling around the Dreadnok's jaws-of-death to jam and lock the mechanism up. Then the Rider himself is up in the madman's face, unloading a spiked-glove backhand aimed at Ripper's jaw.

Cessily doesn't quite wrap around Torch, but she does wrap his form around his wrists, neck, shoulder, waist and legs, pulling him to the ground. She then also extends a tendril to pull that weapon off this hand while at the same time trying to twist his wrist, attempting to force him to let go. doesn't have the strength to knock Torch out, so she just holds him down on the ground.

Of course, Power Woman's goal wasn't to stop Torch, but to protect the Sub Diego visitors. Since they have escaped, her goal is accomplished. But since the adorable puddle of metal she noticed the other night is here again, she lends a hand — or rather a fist, cold-cocking Torch rather forcefully. "Let's finish this, Miss Marvel. There's been quite enough idiocy today."

Miss Marvel giggles a bit as Buzzer tries to give her a makeshift mastectomy. "That tickles… and you're still going to pay for that." She grabs hold of what's left of the weapon and yanks it out of his hand. "Here's the wind-up…" She takes hold of it like a baseball bat, swinging it behind her.. "And the PITCH!!!" She let's Buzzer have it, a full-force swing in an attempt to send him through the front doors.

One. Two. Three. All the Dreadnoks are out and down for the count. Outside, the group from Sub Diego is loaded into a police skyvan. It takes off immediately for safer pastures. Or are they?

When the skyvan's several miles away from the scene the "police officer" driving the vehicle deactivates his holographic mask.

"You know, we could have just picked you up in Sub Diego." Zartan says to the man in the Aquasuit, one of the adult chaperones, who is sitting next to him in the van.

"My brother has spies everywhere. Even on the surface world." says the man, his dark hair and handsome features visible through the faceplate, "This subterfuge was needed. Don't worry, mercenary. You'll be paid. I will have my sanctuary and the time and resources I need to assume my rightful place on the throne and your Calculator will have all the Atlantean technology he wants."

Meanwhile, the Dreadnoks are shoved into the local paddy wagon. They, too, take off, heading for holding cells. Or so the SCU thinks.

The cop sitting in the front seat of the prison transport pulls off her black wig, revealing a shock of bright pink hair. She opens the slide between the cab and the holding cells in the back.

"Good job, Dreadnoks." Zarana says, "My brother's going to be pleased and you're going to get a nice paycheck out of this one."

Cessily reforms back to her metallic human form, though, since she has no clothes, she keeps a 'doll' form, and she shrugs her shoulders, "… I hate flame throwers…" she grumbles, frowning a bit, before stretching a bit. A habit she got every time she reforms back to humanoid form. Her body all metal, curiously save for her hair, red.

Ghost Rider deliberately rolls his skull on his neckbones with a clicking sound. There's just something viscerally satisfying about backhanding someone into the floor that keeps the demon sated, or at least amused. After the Dreadnoks are taken away, he casually flicks his chain, the links snapping around him and whirling to lock into place across his chest.

"Glad the flamethrower didn't get you, then." the tall blonde Power Woman offers to Mercury. "Thank you kindly for your help." She eyes the flaming demon uncertainly, but doesn't say or do anything to provide him. That'd be bad news. That's the same guy who burned down Solomon Grundy, after all. "Miss Marvel, thank you for your prompt response."

Miss Marvel takes the weapon and hands it over to SCU as evidence. "Not a problem, Kara. Sometims its easier to deal with a crisis on this scale than one on a personal scale." She says pointedly. "I'll be heading back to the Watchtower. You?" She nods to Cessily and smiles.

Cessily turns her head to look at Power Woman. Oh, geez, that's Power Woman, "Um.. y-yeah!" she nervously says, smiling, "It would've been pretty bad." And embarrassing. Very, very embarrassing to the metallic girl as she would have failed before everyone else. She then looks at Miss Marvel and Ghost Rider. She knows the flaming skull already, has seen him around, once, in Gotham. That was some… interesting way of dealing with the burly undead guy.

The Rider, for his part, doesn't return any of the nervous stares. In some odd way, he barely seems to notice the other superheroes. Instead, the demon turns a slow circle, before suddenly stopping, looking towards the ruined entrance. There's a growl, and the Hellcycle rolls in, driving itself over to stop next to the Rider — who absently pats it on the handlebars.

"Let's check the structural integrity, Miss Marvel, and then get that vault open and get those people to safety." Power Woman offers, nodding to Mercury before heading to suit actions to her own words.

Miss Marvel facepalms and nods. "Yeah, I didn't think of that. Certainly." She waves to Cessily before taking off, getting a quick survey of the building before heading to the vault to help Power Woman. "They may have to get someone in to shore up one side. I have a support beam in place for now."

Cessily nods to Power Woman, even though the woman was speaking to Miss Marvel, and she decides to follow. Maybe she could still be useful. "I… I could try to act as a pillar to hold it while the remaining hostages leave?" she asks, blinking softly.

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