Knights of The Queens (Defenders of Queens post here for your assignments)

Phoenix looked in awe as he saw an onslaught of attacks raining down above him, like a tropical storm of death. He had just recently become the Leader of a group called The Talons and had never been faced with such an extreme scenario. Only one thing came to his mind, Talons engage.

He drew his sword off his back, and made a fire ball in his hand and sent it flying at one of the robots. the vast amount of arial assault had finally hit him, they we're out numbered.
"Forcewave,Gauntlet, Cassi, and Essa. Get ready to fight. This is no simulation."

He looked around at other people at the scene waiting to see who else he might find. "I was told DarkFire would be here, I don't see him yet." Phoenix said to his team. He observed the situation in front of him, and prepared to lead into batte.

Word of an attack on New York had been known to everyone.Doctor Necrodium was launching an attack on the very city itslef and it's residents.For what reason nobody seemed to know.Civilians had been evacuated.Forcewave had originally been one of the civilians being evacuated but during all the commotion he had slipped away and snuck back into the city.He was in costume and ready for battle.This assault on new york was a battle he knew he had to fight as well.He knew the likelyhood of dying in this fight but he was willing to risk it.This battle was worth the risk.Some of the other heroes were awaiting this onslaught of pure evil.He was going to go join any of them he could find so as to build up a defense against this incoming army.He was waiting in queens for it to begin simply because it was where he lived.
It was just then that he heard a news broadcast that the attack had begun.Brooklyn was being attacked by creatures coming straight out of the waters that it bordered and the bronx was under attack as well.The camera showed superheroes preparing to defend against the forces in each area.He was starting to consider heading to one of those areas when he saw a mass of objects in the sky flying right into the district.Only seconds later he heard a voice.It was Phoenix.Without even realizing it he had made his way to where some other heroes were gathered.At least some kind of defense was gathered here.The forces in the skies above were coming ever so closer.They would be arriving in mere moments.

Volt watched as the huge wave of robots blocked out the sun. "Damn..." he said seriously. "The Terminator movies were right..." He ran down one of Queens' many side streets and turned a corner to find a familiar face. "Phoenix!" Volt called out. "What the hell is going on? Is it Skynet!?" He turned and blasted one of the robots before it got too close. "These things are everywhere!!" Volt ran over to Phoenix and fired a bolt of electricity at a robot hovering behind him. "This is like a fucking movie, dude! I hope they're filming this shit." he said, still fighting off the enemy. "Hey! Make sure you get my good side!" he shouted to any person foolish enough to make an attempt at recording this fight. Three robots rushed at Volt while he was showboating, firing different types of energy blasts at him. "Woah!" he said, as the first blasts caught him off guard. He spun around to face the machines and ran at them full speed. Right as he passed below the hovering enemies, he absorbed the electricity powering two of them, and fried the other's circuits. "Phoenix! Any sign of our other fiery friend?"

- Left the RP-

In actuality, Essmerelda wasn't even . . . awake yet. The silvery vixen had been asleep--even when her supposed 'leader' called to her. When he had called, her mind was on catching up on her sleep, telling her boyfriend good-bye, and then sleeping some more. She didn't, however, expect so much REAL drama going on in Queens New York. It was loud and it had now gotten to a turning point where Essa couldn't sleep it off anymore. "SHIT. Fuck my life, fuck my life--" She went on muttering curses under her breath as she tumbled out of bed, scrambled around for her costume and communicator. It was an odd task to get into tight spandex while still half-asleep and really not interested in what was going on outside of her apartment, but she managed. Poking her head out of her window, she let out a gasp as a robot, seemingly from nowhere, launched itself straight for her apartment. "Oh, hell naw." Lighting both hands, she let out a grunt and punched it with those iron fists of hers. With the fire being put to good use, it also melted and dented the robots. It wasn't so much Essa's strength--but it was a factor indeed. The woman was capable of punching through three bricks with her hands, feet, shins, and head. But, her powerful flames and the force of her hit was just enough to singe a hole through the metallic fiend and send it away--far down to the pavement. "Damn, they weren't kidding when they said this was serious . . . Maybe I should answer the call next time. Nah."

Rolling her eyes, she grumbled quietly to herself, "Man, why can't I fly. This fucking sucks, now I gotta go ALL THE WAY DOWN to the ELEVATOR, walk DOWN a flight of stairs, and then go find my wonderful 'team'. I mean, SHIT, those fucking chemicals made me albino but they couldn't make me FLY?!" All the while, Essa was walking, ranting, and scaring a few pedestrians as she took the walk and elevator trip to the bottom floor. Finally as she got off and to her location, her sapphire blue eyes widened once more.

"Oh, uh . . .Hey, Nixxy, I'm . . . Here . . .?" She blinked, scratching her head cluelessly--but that was short-libbed as another of the robots came barreling towards her. "SHIT!! HOLY SHIT, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!" She exclaimed obnoxiously, quickly leering up with an arm to block herself and then whip around with a quick kick to get the robot away from her. As things seemed to 'settle down‘ just for the moment being, she glanced around at her team members and noticed one imparticular that seemed just out of place--well, not so much out of place as SHE was, but more so of, new.

She seemed coy and confident in herself--The typical beautiful blonde girl. Automatically, Essa didn't like her. Her inner hatred for 'perfection' caused that, of course. Being abused from a young age and being a dusky, lanky, odd child all her life, dealing with bullying, being raped by her own father, and then . . . to top it off, being a mutated freak from that chemical spill. Essa would've preferred to be that odd, lanky tan girl with dull sea-green eyes than this freakish albino Amazon she was now. Of course, she was thankful for her powers and the strength and courage they gave her--but then again, her martial arts training did that for her as well. She acknowledged it well that she was weird looking--An albino with piercing, odd blue eyes. No pigmentation in her skin or hair, but then there were her eyes. She knew. But still, sometimes, it pained her to believe that she hated herself BEFORE she was . . . this. And then, full, the jealously and quiet little loathing she felt for the beautiful, confident Scarletta was in full throttle. Essa went with her gut feeling--ALWAYS. She was quick to judge others, mouthy, loud, and obnoxious--Simply because she was tired of being silent and being abused and not able to say anything about it. If someone wanted to hurt or judge her, then she'd give them a reason to.

Hearing her comment, she cocked an eyebrow. Pulling her own almost white hair back braiding it in preparation for the fight, she commented, "Well, if we knew, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be reacting this way. And if we have a plan, I'm pretty sure it’s just stay alive for now. Welcome to America, I guess."

Cassandra, meanwhile, sat off to the sidelines like a lone wolf. She, indeed, felt like a lone wolf and felt no issue with it. Currently, she was simply looking at her human nails and sizing them up. Humans were so strange and nearly useless--What could anyone kill or do harm to with these claws? She thought to herself. Absolutely useless. Really, she felt as though the human race could go so much further--advance far more if they weren't so caught up in themselves. Humility, honesty, ambition, pride, and loyalty were the pillars of her tribal life--Pillars that were never knocked down and firmly implanted into her forever. Cassie often felt that as a different species, it was rude and inferior-like to have to change herself so much just to 'fit in'. It was particularly stupid in her opinion--but then again, everything these beings did annoyed her inner Xeadian spirit.

Seeing Scarletta, Cassandra actually seemed mildly interested--Finally another female. Well, a STABLE female. A few days prior, Cass HAD to go somewhere with Essa and it was hell. That woman was loud, vulgar, strange, and just . . . strange. And no matter HOW much she told her to leave her alone, Essa never left her alone. She was like a slow moving tide--It crept slowly, but then took everything on the beach away when she arrived. And that beach was Cassie's I.Q.

"Finally, another stable member around here." She commented quietly to Scarletta, standing up. As of right now, Cass didn't seem very menacing in her 5 foot tall human physique and petite size. Her innocent, pretty face didn't seem capable of violence or even shouting--but when in all out leopard form, she was an animal in the most literal way possible.

Getting to her feet and avoiding any ruins of the robots daintily, Cassandra politely introduced herself as such, "I'm Cassiopeia, or just Cassandra, but never just Cass . . . You'll have to excuse my team and more particular, The Silver Hellfire. Or . . . that white bitch over there." Blinking a bit and rolling her eyes as she saw most of her teammates clueless as usual, she sighed, "She's on the lower-hand of intelligence, in fact, besides Forcewave, they all kind of annoy me. But then again, you humans as a whole annoy me. Pleasure to meet you. Hopefully you can help up with a plan, because as always, we never seem to have an official plan. Unless Phoenix has decided to have an epiphany to save us all . . . "

Dr.Everyone had barely managed to escape from the Bronx. A semi truck had smashed through his penthouse wall, revealing a small army of beings Dr.Everyone deducted were more than he could handle. He decided the best course of actions to be to retreat to Queens, where he had the Phoenix warehouse.

Upon arriving at Queens, the Doctor found that this borough too was under siege, but this time by air. Too many for him to handle himself, he had decided. So he opened up his 'special' cell phone and tracked the location of the other two cell phones he had issued out. Luckily, both cell users were at the same location. He'd fly by and meet up with them.

"Whatever is going on here, I will not put up with it. Not only will this invasion effect the money I make, but it will also come in conflict for my plan of eventual world domination."

It was about fifteen minutes of flying before he made it to the location of the others. He was a bit off put to see that other obvious heroes (or villains) had gathered where Volt and Phoenix were.

"I apologize for interrupting your afternoon luncheon, but New York is under siege. And I for one will not stand and allow someone else to conquer what I should own."

Those that were there who were not Volt or Phoenix looked at him, muscles obviously tensing up. The Doctor was a well known villain, to most of these superhumans he was thought to have died. And to most people, the sudden arrival of a dead villain can cause the brain to prepare for some sort of fight. Dr.Everyone quickly dismissed these reactions.

"Oh please, as if what we need currently is an obviously one sided brawl." He then muttered, barely loud enough to hear, "In my favor, of course." before resuming his little 'speech'. "As of present, we are all on the same side. We all want the same thing, these flying monstrosities destroyed and Queens to be peaceful again. Personally, I could care less, but whoever is responsible for these attacks also owes a hefty sum for the wall of my Penthouse suite. So we need a battle plan. I would suggest we travel to Citi Field and retake it, perhaps incorporate it into a makeshift headquarters for further strikes against these invaders."

The Doctor realized he had just said quite much, and decided to reiterate the last part.

"We need to take Citi Field so we have a rallypoint, a safehouse. A place where we can coordinate our attacks.....and save people." Dr.Everyone finished, spitting out the last part like it tasted bad to say.

"Questions...comments...two cents? And do hurry it up, we're nothing but big targets standing still."

Victor had been siting in his apartment when he heard sounds of gunfire and bombs going off. He was not going to go stick his head out there and get killed. Victor was the kind of nighttime vigilante but not a daytime one. Victor got up off of his couch and poked his head out the window and saw flying robots in the air unleashing gunfire to the city below. "I guess I should go help the city....." Victor walked into his bedroom and changed into his Nightraven costume. Nightraven opened up his bedroom window and jumped off the edge grabbing onto the edge of the next building. He began running along the building taking scenes of the carnage, as he ran along the buildings more he saw some people gathered around seeing as if they were about to take orders. "Those seems like superheroes or villains." Nightraven extended his staff to its full length and jumped down off the building doing a front flip landing in front of the group. He stood up and turned around to face them. "Name is Nightraven and this daytime shi.. is not going to work out for me very well but I will do what I can to help." Nightraven scanned the group and noticed it had a nice mix of males and females. But the one female that caught his eye was Essa. He tried to catch he attention by smiling at her.

This was the day I had been waiting for. Since the day I became more than a man, I had always been filled with a dreadful boredom; an existential angst that came to obsess me. My life before that day had only been a dream, a vision from a past far gone. Then I saw how the world worked, how everything was connected; I could see the vibrations of all matter, hidden truths rippled across the dark waters of existence. My dream had ended, and I thought myself doomed to wander the waking world.
Then, I saw the proverbial light, so to speak. I had not been cursed, no, no, no, I had been blessed! I had been given the power to dream any dream I wanted. I had been granted true conciousness, and now was able to be whomever I wanted to be, do whatever I felt like; the song of my being was mine to compose. Mine to dream.

And this was the day on which I would reveal my dream to the world, the dream of Taiz Treffalman. A persona I had assumed for my own identity. Here I would begin my story.

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Taiz Treffalman watched the Queens skyline from Elena Marie's penthouse balcony. It was a horrible scene; the swarm of Necrodium's minions buzzing in the sky, raining doom upon the city, while a few brave souls tried to repel the threat, fight it with powers of their own. The skies were lit with fire and smoke. If one were to reproduce the scene on canvas, it would perhaps resemble one of Nostradamus' doomsday prophecies come true. Of course, as Elena had said, this was nothing yet. Even though Taiz found the scene to have a beautiful sense of gravity, he knew he had to end it. After all, this was only the opening act to a main act that would prove far more delectable. An exquisite performance he himself would be starring in as well, alongside Elena.
The witch herself had just parted with him, having jumped from the balcony to immediately destroy one of the many drones in a dazzling display of her magics. A flashy way to get down from a building; gracefully floating down and destroying a robot with a magical blade.

Taiz however would be taking the elevator. The time for flashy showmanship and performance was not yet here; he was to be patient a little while longer. He had however already dressed for the occasion. He had decided to go for a classic look. A black frock coat of the finest quality, as were all of his garments. Underneath this coat, he wore a white shirt and a black waistocoat with a paisley motif. His feet were encased in genuine Italian leather shoes.
To top off the look, he had chosen a red cravat with a music-note pin on it. He entered the elevator dressed for succes.

To his surprise, and much to his chagrin, the elevator did not have any accompanying lounge music. He always found hem quaint.
Of course, he had no need of speakers or any other devices to play music. With a wave of his hand, numerous vibrations formed in the air, sprung from Taiz's mind. The sounds quickly formed patterns, and so Taiz Treffalman had created his own little background music for his descent to the ground floor. A trivial feat for one whose mind can create, control and alter soundwaves. He could see the sounds like no other could. There were those who could experience sound visually by means of synesthesia, but Taiz could actually see the soundwave frequencies of all matter around him as a glow. The world was more vivid in his eyes than it could be for any other.

Though it would be a short-lived tune, Taiz was content with the stereotype elevator-lounge music he had whipped up. When the elevator reached ground level, Taiz released what minor concentration of mind he was using, and the music faded away. Boldly he stepped out of the elevator doors, and began to make his way to regroup with Elena outside. She had promised him some underlings, minions for him to use to further her, and in extension his own goals. Today would be a glorious day.

"Hey guy" he said to Volt as he walked up. "No I haven't seen Dark...." just then Darkfire came walking through the crowd, and Phoenix saw people tensing up. "I knew he was strong, but damn these people look like they've seen a ghost. How's it going Darkfire?" Phoenix asked his teacher.

Phoenix saw the onslaught coming and knew they were not in good standings. "We gotta move guys" he said as he looked at his fellow Talons. Quickly Phoenix shot a huge blast of fire in the air to get everyones attention. "Excuse me everyone, I don't have much time to talk clearly. So here's the deal. My name is Phoenix and I'm the leader of The Talons. Anyway i see it we are at a disadvantage worrying about more about each other, and less of these fucking things attacking Hero, villain, makes no difference now. This is our city and we need to defend it. All civilians have been evacuated, so we can go all out."

One of the robots came buzzing by Phoenix and he grabbed it, and slammed it to the ground. "Let's see exactly what we're up against guys" he said. He grabbed the robot over his shoulder and started heading towards a building. "We need to get to higher ground, we're just sitting ducks here." he shouted over his shoulder. He ran into the building and up the stairs, hoping his team ordered instructions, and others decided to follow him. He kicked the door open of the roof and threw the incapacitated robot to the side. He then blasted a strong ball of fire at a robot in the sky. "We take Citi Field, but we travel by roof"

Forcewave quickly considered the situation at hand.The villainous Doctor Everyone had a plan in mind.It was better than anything anyone had a plan.He could not deny that that was a fact.. As much as he didn't like the idea of working with a powerful and dangerous supervillain the situation at hand didn't leave much choice in the matter.Without even looking away from the oncoming horde of "These assault forces are almost on top of us now.I agree with that idea doctor everyone though we are probably going to have to fight our way over there."This statement was proven true when another one of the sentries flew right towards where they were gathered.Forcewave seeing it coming immediately fired at it before it could fire at them.His attack successfully destroyed it."I think we should get going then don't you all agree?"He asked the others that had gathered here."Does anyone not know the way?It's not that far from here really.Only about a couple miles or so away."The sentries were getting ever so closer.He fired another attack into their midst then moved away."Let's get going now."He shouted at the others without really meaning to.Forcewave wasn't a well known hero.By all stretches he was pretty much a nobody and he was still a kid so he sincerely and highly doubted anyone of the other superhumans who had gathered here would ever even consider listening to anything he would say to any of them.Still he tried anyways.As he ran towards citi field he silently wished this catastrophe wasn't occuring at all.

Queens, New York, a place The Ranger tended not to go to simply because of the history he has here and the Phantoms reside in Chicago. Yet tonight of all nights Atlanta's Savior returns to the city where his family was shot down and murdered in cold blood by Phillip James. With a sigh upon his face he signals his location to the rest of the Phantoms as the flying robots come wizzing by, shooting at whatever the hell they see. Thankfully the King of Stealth was invisible and therefore not spotted, in a swift fluid motion he notches a normal arrow and takes out one, quickly repeating thr process so five more go down. Upon the destruction of the fith he turns visible and rolls his neck jumping from the roof he resided down the fire escape and to the ground. Once there he takes off at full speed with a small smirk upon his face, running and jummping ontop of one he waits and when the other sentinals fire he jumps from robot to robot moving at super human speeds. Activating his suit his endurance and suits durability creases to superhuman levels, he sprints/jumps from robot to robot,each getting shot down by their own from this motion, twoards a group of people. He dives and barrel roles off of one last one landing on the top of the roof.

The Crimson Archer stands up to his full height of 6'2" and walks over to the guy whom looks like he's in charge.The somewhat famous Phantom siezes him up, keeping his air of mystery for the moment, while he puts his long bow back onto his back deactivsting his suit's booster. "You look like your in charge here so I'll report what I know to you until Black Arrow or Black Knight shows up. From the intell the Phantom Computer has gathered there's only approximately 900 left of those things and Elena Marie is somewhere in this are. I will deal with her, it's personal business." The youngest member of the infamous Phantoms pauses to let the information sink in and then continues. "If you didn't know I am The Ranger, among other names I have been called.... I'm here to help, two more Phantoms should be coming soon." With that he becomes silent once again, waiting for the person to respond.

Volt listened to his boss explain his plan for Citi Field, and then his friend Phoenix agreed. "Citi Field sounds fine to me!" he exclaimed with a grin. These machines didn't scare him. This shit was fun! Volt was actually glad New York was being attacked. It gave him something to do! Besides, these robots couldn't fight for shit! As if on cue, three robots started circling Volt firing at him. He laughed as he zigged and zagged around the robot's attacks, spun around, and zapped two of the robots, destroying one and short circuiting the other. He fired a third blast at the last of his attackers, completely obliterating it. "Me destroying you!? That's SHOCKING!!!" he said, then frowned. "No.... I'm never going to say anything like that.... Ever again..."

-Left the Rp.-