The takeover of Springfield (Thread 1: Deathbringer, Tsxero, Vanguard, Neon and Khellendros

Over the years the Ultra Gang has seen a bunch of members join, and unfortunately lost a bunch too. Recently, they've acquired a pretty large batch of new recruits. How wonderful an occurrence this was. Though Deathbringer wasn't entirely joyful. He still had to reign in all these new members and somehow manage their trust and loyalty. He would though, in due time. In the meantime, there was this plan they had to enact. The takeover of Springfield. Yes, here they were in the city of Springfield, in the great state of Illinois. Well, some of them were here. Was that a good thing or a bad thing that only some of them were here? Jacob Coleman sat on the roof of a building as he planned his next course of action. His mind strayed to thoughts of his teammates.

There was Alpha, somebody they had recruited entirely by accident. They had been trying to get somebody else entirely and just ran into him and one thing led to another. It worked out though, for both parties involved. He was one of those evil scientist types. Brought some resources in along with him, and wanted to expand on those endlessly. Simple enough to work with. Just keep providing him with the chances to create and develop whatever his creativity formulates together. In the meantime, the rest of the group would have access to said resources. Alpha had wanted allies, and now he had them.

Then there was Lucius. No attempt at an impressive sounding codename at all, just Lucius. Another scientist type, just like Alpha. They couldn't be treated exactly the same though. No, each one of them was unique in their own way, and would be thought of as such. The results of those two working together had a ton of potential. Potential that he could not wait to see get tapped in to.

Finally we have Tsxero. Tsxero was a something or another that was from another planet. A shapeshifter that could somewhat pass off as a human, but the real form revealed its true nature. This was a feral beast with a pack mentality. Easy enough to work with. Just let it be apart of the pack.

Those were the new members that had agreed to take part in this attempted complete takeover of this city. All of the members of the group from before this influx of new recruits occurred were all here. As for the rest of the new members, they weren't here for some reason or another. Jacob couldn't be bothered to remember what those reasons were at this time. They would surely come in if this city were successfully taken. The Ultra Gang was close to taking over an entire city. He thought about what this mean't for them. The biggest victory would be in proving that they were better off working together than trying to do things alone. The results would speak for themselves, and any doubts any of them may have would begin to diminish because of this.

The plan they had involved taking down the city's defenses. In other words targeting the police stations. There was also the power plant by the lake. The group had split up in order to make this go by faster. Alpha and Red Tide were leading the charge at the power plant. All they had to do was disable it and cause a city wide power outage.
Meanwhile, he was leading the attacks on the police forces. Deathbringer stood up and checked to see if the group with him was ready. "Okay everybody. Remember that the main goal is to trap them inside for now, and we can pick them off at our leisure later on. Killer Mime will blast a hole through the roof. Tsxero and Savage will head down it and start the slaughter. While they're doing that, Weaver will seal off the exits. If all goes well, we should be able to move on to city hall. Any questions?" he asked after deliberating the plan to them.

"When do we meet Chief Wiggum?" Weaver asked sounding amused.

"You know the police chief's name? Where did you get that information?" Jacob asked. He didn't remember the name of the police chief ever getting brought up.

"I'm referencing the Simpsons. I don't know who the chief of police here is, nor do I care." Weaver responded as she laughed at her own attempt.

Deathbringer didn't even bother to respond and instead just signaled for the attack to begin. Killer Mime responded instantly and not a second later, a hole large enough for people to fit through had been blasted through the roof and into the top floor of the police station below.

Tsxero heard the orders and nodded. So Deathbringer's idea was to cut off the power by seizing control of the plant and to cut off a police station to take over the city. There were some flaws one had to admit, but ultimately it was better than Tsxero's plan to bring his colony of seventy something were-aliens and rampage the streets. Of course once they were unleashed he had no idea what to do then. This is why he was more of a "political/passive" leader who led by example. Deathbringer was a...well the name says it all. It was a good contrast, a good person to learn from maybe, a great way to learn how to better lead his own people. All Tsxero knew was that he was wounded and hungry, and Deathbringer fed him. Granted this pretty much makes him a pet, and he fed Tsxero another living person but none of that was really a bother. His brother was a bother. The stupid little twerp insisted on coming to this thing. He was in the police station hiding in a shadow somewhere. Wait, should Tsxero have told someone that his brother is in there? Nah he'll be okay. If he dies it's his fault for being a dweeb.

  Tsxero forced his eyes closed and smirked at Weaver's joke. Wait, it was Weaver right? Yeah...that or she was the xylokinetic beaver. He understood the reference because human entertainment was stupid and addicting. The Simpsons being both of those things coupled with the fact it was humorous to Tsxero means that it was something he familiarized himself with. That was actually the second reason he came to this "mission". The first being because Deathbringer wants this city, sorta Tsxero's job to help make that happen. The second reason was that he wanted to know what the yellow people tasted like. Of course life is full of disappointment, so he'd have to make due with normal people from a place called Springfield. It was nice, much less peaceful than his home. He often times wondered if he could use his some as a form of safe-house for the gang, though there was a little too little violence. Granted his people wrestled around and killed things all the time...but not too many people wandered out into the woods. It would be a good place to- BOOM!!!  -Oh okay it's starting. Tsxero's head snapped to the hole. He immediately thought of something that would make him mad...and that didn't work. So he pulled out a knife and sliced his arm before dropping himself into the hole. Nothing major, a superficial cut was all.

  Now morphed into the nine and a half foot alien with a tail as long as his actual body, he started rampaging throughout the interior. His first movements were to corral the resident humans away from the exits while hoping his durability was enough to keep these people's weapons from killing him. If not then he'd know on the first blood drawn from him and he'd mach 3 punch them with the weight of a jumbo jet condensed into the size of a fist. Tsxero kept looking for his brother to pop out of the shadows but it didn't seem as if he was...which was okay by him. Maybe one of the others killed him already. Tsxero had cut off an exit and the proceeded to thrash with terrifying talons and rip with ferocious fangs as bodies dropped one by one.

”Just another day in Chicago.” Colin muttered with a sigh, flying through the air at an optimal speed, now more of a blur than anything as he approached the location in question. While it wasn't something be televised, his suit had caught scattered radios detail about the whole affair going on, and his fellow Guardians seemed to have a similar idea on how to deal with this. So many variations to consider, and so little time to do so as he zoomed through the air. The estimated arrival time was around a minute, meaning he only had that much time to formulate a way he could take out the bad guys, without letting them create too many casualties. Information on the perpetrators was scant, meaning that likely it was just some form of terrorist attack or maybe even a grab for power.

Another message would flash across his visor, though this was was something he did not have time for, as lives were on the line. Colin grunted, thinking it away and returning to the real matter at hand. Reports seemed to bleed in about something else appearing on the scene and making things oh so much more difficult, though surveillance showed it best, a strange alien creature killing people with what seemed like a swipe of deadly claws. First there were superhuman criminals, and now goddamn aliens in the mix. This would not be a fun day at all, not at all. Okay, he had to speed things up, but sadly this damn suit only went so fast, meaning that he would have to grin and beat with the fact that this thing was killing without regard. Slowly a timer would tick away within his vision, bringing him closer and closer, until at last what looked like his destination was in view.

Preparing for landing, the kinetic barriers would rise as Vanguard crashed through the ceiling of the police station, dust billowing around him. Not thick enough to produce a cover, but it was enough to show that he had arrived, weapons systems already having taken the time on the way there to prep, in case he needed to fight on the word go. His scanners would dart about, looking for anything amiss within the area and falling upon what he had assumed was the ones that were causing the whole scene. Well actually, what he was looking upon was the thing that had been rampaging, and that was when he realized that he had perhaps crashed through more than one floor. ”This works.” He noted, quickly throwing up his right hand, palm lighting up and releasing a powerful bolt of energy at the creature.

Somewhere in Illinois, about one-hundred miles from Springfield, the freeway was met with a strange streak of bright purple neon light.  The light zipped down the road, weaving in between cars at a remarkably high speed.  The drivers looked at it in confusion, it was probably just some weird reflection.  In reality, the speeding light held the heroine Neon, running toward Springfield.  She had heard from some news broadcast that a mass of metas calling themselves the “Ultra Gang” are attacking Springfield.  Neon hates gangsters, they made her childhood life hell, so she always looks to return that favor.  Dispite the name of their gang sounding like the idea of a fourth-grader trying to look badass, the number of naughty metas was high enough to make their threat no joke.  So as soon as she heard of this situation, she started running.  The distance was nothing to her, she ran at a top speed of a thousand miles per hour.  She figured she could make it to Springfield from New York City in less than an hour.

A few minutes past and the purple streak stopped at sign reading, “Welcome to Springfield!”  Neon looked around from a safe distance away from the town itself, slowly opening up her visor for some fresh air.  “Alright… now where are these punks..” She said quietly to herself.  There was probably a good number of “good guys” like herself making their way to this point as well, which was good to have backup.

Neon’s head perked up in the direction of the town when she heard an explosion, “Damnit, they already started..!” She said in an annoyed tone, cursing at herself for being too slow.  She flips down her visor and in a flash of purple light, was running toward the action.

"Why are we here anyways?" Malystrix, was flying at a leisurely pace through the skies above springfield, Khellendros had taken out a contract for both of them in this city in Illinois.

Khelendros was riding in a saddle built into Malys' back, made travel expenses easier to deal with, "Because we took a contract, American contractors seem to pay foreign mercenaries more, not to mention I don't have to worry about the Canadian government getting involved when we take enforcement contracts in urban areas, an advantage to us with the Americans not knowing us by our true identities." He didn't really know what they were doing there because their contractor had been vague about what they were suppose to be doing, they had been told explicitly to keep an eye out for conflict in the area and intervene if necessary, the vague part was in relation as to which side of said conflicts to take.

"What if we DO get into a fight? Which side do we take? I don't want to be thrown in with the wrong crowd..." Malys was a caring individual at heart, but if that interfered with a contract... The part she liked most about being a machine was that some days you could just switch off the feelings and worry about the consequences of having a conscience after.

"Whichever side takes a shot at us first shall receive our ire, the rules of engagement are a beautiful thing when it comes to decision making in a fight." Khellendros just really wanted the boredom to end, conveniently his wish was granted when a commotion broke out at the police station. "Take us down into the street out front, we'll assess the situation after getting any non-Coms out of the building."

Landing in front of the building, Khell dismounted from Malys and slammed the doors to the station down "Everyone! This way out!" Khell ushering people out of the building and Malys quickly looking at each one for major injuries. Neither was quite prepared for what they saw inside the building, Khell started the question, "Is that an-" And Malys finished it, "alien?"

Alex chimes in "Sir, there is a fast moving, light-emitting entity heading towards this location."

"Another meta in the area, and fast moving? This day is going to be so awesome isn't it?" Khellendros' words were seething with sarcasm at this point. Drawing Wrath and readying Aegis "Malys, get ready for a fight on two fronts. Charge the Tesla cannon, collateral damage is unacceptable."

Well, everything was going exactly as it had been planned so far. The attack on the police station was underway and with each passing second, the place was falling further into disarray as officers were slaughtered. Tsxero and Savage were doing great down there. They weren't even working as a team, and yet were still managing to plow straight through all of the officers that they ran across. It helps that both of them were the nigh invulnerable types. Those were some of the more difficult types for common police officers to do anything to.

He saw Weaver standing by the edge of the rooftop and sealing off all the possible exits with her power. Entire carpets of the strange fabric she produced blanketed the outside of the police station. Doors were blocked off and windows were sealed as the cops that were currently under attack by Savage and Tsxero tried to do something to stop them. The power plant should be under attack right about now too. Hopefully that went well. Deathbringer was expecting to see the lights go out any minute now. They should get going in the meantime anyways. Enough time had been spent at this station. There was still other targets to be hit.

"Weaver. You finished sealing the place off?" he asked as he wanted to move on to a different place.

"Almost. Mainly just got the hole that Mimey made so the others could get in to seal up once we get them out." she responded sounding bored.

"Excellent. Time to retrieve our attack dogs." he said as he prepared to jump down the hole and go get Tsxero and Savage. Deathbringer was about to jump when he saw Killer Mime signaling to him. "What is it?" he asked before following where he started pointing. Someone came crashing down and entered the building before Jacob had a chance to enter it. Now who the hell was that? Probably a superhero that found out about what they were doing here. Superheroes reacted so fast sometimes. "No. Stay up here and keep watch." Jacob suddenly shouted. He had yelled that at Killer Mime who had started towards the hole to go after the person that had just entered the building that was most likely a superhero. Killer Mime had an intense hatred of superheroes, but right now, Deathbringer needed to keep this operation organized.

He jumped down the hole and looked around. There were bodies everywhere, but that was to be expected. There was no sign of Savage. Too busy slaughtering the police to stay by the exit. Something he was not pleased with. He could see Tsxero down the hall though, as well as the person that had just decided to interfere. It was a large armored suit. Not one he recognized neither. If he could find a weak spot in the armor then this hero would be easy to get rid of. He grabbed a grenade and threw it at the armored suited person.

Then he heard a loud noise that wasn't the grenade. It came from downstairs. And then Weaver shouted down the hole at him. "Hey, we got a problem. Another armored dude and a robotic dinosaur just broke into the building and there's someone else heading towards the place."

"Okay, we're getting out of here. We can trap these newcomers inside and move on to other business." he replied and signaled to Tsxero to get over to him so they could exit. Also where the hell was Savage right now? This was highly inconvenient.

The slaughter continued, and Tsxero was a more than willing participant in it. There were futile struggles everywhere, but Tsxero kept the words of Deathbringer in mind at all times. This was just to trap and induce fear, it was not to murder them all...not yet anyway. That being said, once the exits were all sealed off he couldn't help but feel some relief. While it was true these officer's guns were little more than pokes he wasn't sure the state of his comrade that had been sent into the pit with him, or the state of his brother. Little bastard it probably dead. Tsxero had made his peace with this instantly as his peoples beliefs dictated that dying in battle was a great honor. Tsxero soon found his attentions garnered by a loud crash. Someone in a rather advanced piece of equipment had landed with a crash. Metallic body made Tsxero's eyes narrow as he looked to Vanguard. He was unsure if this was one of theirs or not, until it rose a hand and fired out a strange energy. Tsxero found himself moving already, but he was blasted in the left arm mostly before he could evade it entirely. The chunk ripped from his arm was brutal, he'd need the med bay or a healer to eventually correct that. Tsxero growled as he looked to the exosuit.

The Master race, why were they here? Tsxero wouldn't let this thing destroy him, this was symbolic to him even. Of course Vanguard wasn't part of the master race, but it's alien technology in a format he knew the master race used. So ultimately fuck this guy. He noticed Deathbringer throw a something at the suited man, something that promptly exploded. Tsxero used this distraction to run past at full speed a loud boom being emitted and the full force of his strength into his fist as he aimed to do a blinding-speed run past full force punch to this guy's abdomen. Even with all the skill sin the world it wasn't a matter of actually out-combating the person...just holding his arm out and letting his speed and strength do the work, providing the person was distracted by the grenade thrown at them. Tsxero's assault would end with a single blow however. Whole he'd love to destroy this thing he was signaled to withdraw...so he would do as he was asked. He quickly scurried past Deathbringer and lunged up the hole and crawling out. He quickly began looking around for something he could potentially involve himself in.... wait, did they ever find Savage?

Within less than a second the alien creature had moved, taking damage to its arm, but being able to move out of the way of the attack enough to avoid any damage that would put it down. Colin grunted softly, as something entered within his peripherial, rapidly scanned by the suits scannners and shown for the threat it was. Now the question was if he had enough time to rract to it, or if the kinetic dampeners could stop it from causing any damage to the squishy thing inside the suit. The resukting explosion was a loud one, tgough luckily the defenses against such sensory damage did their job, yet he was knocked off balance and nearly thrown, making the next thing hard to avoid with all of the dust thrown up. “Threat incoming.” The voice of the AI would note, yet before he could really set up any defensive measure, soemthing hit his suit with an impossible ammount of pressure, the kinetic dampening barrier sparking outwards before the metal of the suit seemed to bend inward.

His breath was knocked out of his body with a great woosh, and Vangaurd was thrown back quickly, slamming into a wall and crashing through it with little difficulty. Skidding along the ground for a few feet after breaking through a considerable number of walls, Vanguard laid there for a moment, dazed and trying to recooperate from the blow dealt to him. ”S...scan.” He managed, feeling a small amount of blood well up between his teeth and an immense amount of pain originating from his abdomen. A projection would flash across the screen, showing what looked like his body and the damage caused by the strange creature. ”W...well...shit.” He muttered, attempting to move within the suit nd finding any action painful.

“Administering painkillers” The voice would note, followed by the sharp jab of something breaking the skin, and then the pain slowly ebbing away. It was only something to allow him to keep fighting, but he would likely need some kind of medical attention soon, otherwise likely this would lead to a death scenario.

”N...not to self...dont get hit again.” He muttered, now fully on his feet and perhaps capable of going on. Looking down to his abdomen, he would notice that the suit dented inward and was even digging into his skin slightly, not enough to slow him down however. Once again his thrusters would active and push him into the air, scanners looking around for any strangely sized heat signatures. Releasing a single chaos cylinder from the sheath, and follow after this strangely shaped signature, preparing the dealy grenade. With a full powered toss, he would unleash the grenade, which would then unleash a powerful sphere of red energy that would consume all it touched, before contracting and destroying it.

The bright purple light zipped into town with great speeds, moving between abandoned cars and buildings.  Neon does her best to ignore the dead bodies, trying to remind herself she wasn't to blame for them.  She couldn't have known when the Ultra Gang would attack, or their plan for genocide.  All Neon needed to focus on now, was stopping them from killing more people.  She stopped in her tracks once more after hearing yet another explosion, this time she was close enough to determine where it came from.  Her head turned to the police station, smoke was rising from the ceiling.  "There you are.." She says to herself before bolting for the location.

Neon arrives at the scene just as a large robot looking guy jets up out of the hole in the ceiling.  She didn't know if the guy was friendly or not, she was too focused on the man standing in the rubble. Yeah, he looks like a bad guy.. the heroine thinks to herself as she eyes the man through her helmet's visor.  Though looks tend to deceive, so attacking immediately probably isn't the best thing.  

"Hey you!" She calls out to the man, her body taking an alert stance, readying herself for a possible attack. "Who exactly are you?"  Neon keeps her mind calm, and her body calmer.  She knows too well how fast a situation can go south, she doesn't know who this man is or what he's capable of.  The worst thing to do in this kind of situation is underestimate the person in front of you.  She keeps her eyes trained on him, but her other senses open in the case of a possible ambush as well.  Though she was confident enough that if things get to dicey, she can slip away to safety without too much of trouble.

"Sir, fast-moving entity has come to a halt and is hailing." Alex put an indicator on the HUD for positional reference.

"Fascinating." At least they aren't attacking me outright like every other punk has done in the past. Turning around, Khell and Malys both regard the newcomer.

"We are the Black Knight and the Iron Dragon, Khellendros and Malystrix, we're in the middle of evacuation and conflict maneuvers here. If you intend to help us, then get over here and assist, if you intend to impede us or do harm to anyone under our protection, we will not hesitate to destroy you." Turning back to the matter at hand, Khellendros could see that most of the action was on the rooftop, "Malys, guard the doorway, no hostiles are to get out. If they do make a run out of this exit, you are authorized to use inferno, turn them to ash if they make a move on the civilians. Keep an eye on the newcomer while you're at it." With that, he launched himself from the ground, propelling himself using only his own strength to the rooftop. Landing on the roof, he quickly surveyed the damages noting the smoking hole in the roof and then the man flying in armour hurling something after the fleeing gang members. "Scan the armour, looking for a communications link specifically, I need to talk to him."

"Scanning now..." a few seconds later, "Communications link available, Sir."

"Thank you Alexander. Open the channel." There is a click in his helmet to declare the channel opened, "You in the flying exosuit, what is your purpose here? Do you require any assistance?"

"Sir, the canister that he threw was a high level ordinance of an unknown variety."

"What the hell was that you just threw?" His answer followed relatively shortly with the ensuing detonation and carnage the device inflicted. "Oh, that was cool."

Malys received the orders with anticipation, turning to the newcomer, she eyed them up and scanned them for any sort of weapons or ordinance. "Don't mind my father too much, he can be a little... too serious at times, but he means well most of the time. As long as you don't try to inflict harm on anyone other than those responsible for this, we really do have no quarrel with you." She begins scanning the building again, "Seems that the hostiles in the building are making their escape through the roof entrance they created...." This train of thought was interrupted when the chaos cylinder explodes, "Khellendros, are you alright?!" Not being able to move from her defensive position without abandoning the evacuees, she had no choice but to wait for his reply...

It was nearly time to ditch this place and move on to the next location of choice. All that was keeping them from leaving was an unaccounted for member of the group. Deathbringer had let Tsxero escape before him as he waited for Savage to reappear and leave too. The armored one seemed to have been dealt with. The combination of a grenade exploding at his feet and a follow up attack by Tsxero looked like it had been enough to incapacitate them. Good, one less possible threat to deal with. Even if he was still alive, and it looked like he was, that would probably change when this building was brought to the ground.

"Weaver. Do you see Savage anywhere? It's about time to go. We've been here long enough." Deathbringer called up through the hole to the girl whom was trying to completely encase the building with her powers.

"I haven't seen him. He must be still inside attacking people. That or dead." she said without a trace of emotion behind her voice.

A member getting lost was not apart of the plan. If he was still alive, this would be addressed later on. Until then, it was time to go. "Alright, it's my turn to get out." he called up to them. Jacob felt the pulling force around him as Killer Mime lifted him up and out of the hole in the ceiling and onto the roof above. His landing was rough though. A bit too rough. "Think you can be more careful next time." he said accostingly to Killer Mime. Jacob saw him pointing to the hole in the roof and Deathbringer looked there to see an explosion. The hole that had been created had grown bigger, and the floor would cave in to the second floor below. This armored guy was doing the job of destroying the building for them. Savage was on the second floor and saw what had just happened. He took it as a cue to get out of there too.

The Ultra gang would decide to get off the roof and away from the police station before the heroes whom were trying to stop them could figure out what to do. "Everybody's here and accounted for, and those heroes are either on or in the building. Destroy it." Deathbringer said, and Weaver whom had surrounded the building with her fabrics started demolishing it until it started to collapse in on itself. Anyone inside would face getting possibly crushed under the falling debris. As he watched the building collapsing he noticed there were no lights on anywhere around them. So the others had deactivated the power plant. Everything had gone well for the first part of their attack on the city. They could begin the second part shortly.

Tsxero began to feel the entire insides of the building caving. He decided that his leader was once again correct. This place needed destroyed. Tsxero was not unaffected by the force pulling him in, it slowed him initially, however he had the strength in his legs and the speed to outrun whatever suction force was acting on him. Metal. Suit. Strong. Buiding can't crush. Tsxero gurgled, once more sounding likt eh reiklings of Skyrim. With the srtained attempts he managed to string the last sentence around pretty well though. At least he was improving on overcoming the language barrier in his alien form. It was just hard to English while one had an unconventional tongue. Weaver's work had begin and the entire shelter would fall. Tsxero looked at the chunk that was taken form his arm by that blast. Had he not been able to move as quickly as he could he would have likely lost the blasted thing. Luckily he had Deathbringer to provide the assistance he had.

"Phase two?" Tsxero asked as he looked out to find the entire city losing power. Apparently the power plant had been an effective victory as well. It was well that they had some victory here, as the plan was not yet over. There was more to do, more orders for this attack dog to follow. He'd need to save his strength though. Placing his hand on his gushing wound he clasped down hard in order to stop bleeding. The unsightly wound could be restored and it's proper proportions returned back in the colony. For now, he had a human colony to take, and a couple more heads to split.

”I have a feeling that was not the smartest thing to do.” Colin muttered as rthe chaos cylinder would release the deadly energy, destroying all it touched, and perhaps only helping the ones that were trying to take over the city in the first place. Okay, this was not going well for one of his largewr heroic debuts, but that was what he got for thinking he could stop supervillains from taking over a city. Thye obviously had this thing planned out. Well, since they wanted to play that way, he would have to think op another way to deal with this guys without destroying everything in the process, though something seemed to have patched into his communication system. ”So there they are.” Vanguard muttered, letting the thrusters hum as he propelled himself upwards until his scanners centered upon the criminals in question.

Power had flickered and went off, meaning that something had happpened at the power plant supplying the city. ”Shit.” he cursed, keeping his eyes upon the criminals in question, and aiming to pursue them.

Neon looks at the massive mechanical dragon thing, thinking it was the coolest thing she’s ever seen.  It was like something taken straight out of heavy metal.  The dragon’s rider spoke to her, and before she could respond he leaped out of the huge hole in the ceiling.  Now left with the dragon, Neon’s attention turned to the obvious mastermind of all this, who had just left as well.  Great… everyone has a lot of verticality to them, I really need to learn how to fly or something..  she thought to herself.  The dragon spoke to her this time, making sure she was fighting for the people and not the villains.  Awesome, the dragon thing is on my side.. Neon cocked a grin beneath her helmet.

Neon’s grin faded as she hear the massive explosion coming from outside, gasping as the whole building shook because of it. “What the hell is going on up there!?”  She calls out as she notices dust and small debris falling from the building.

The girl on the roof, another villain, was weaving this cloth stuff around the building, which didn’t bother Neon until it started to squeeze at what’s inside.  She saw the walls of the building starting to crack and crumble, a large portion of the roof started to fall, aiming to land on a civilian.  In a flash of purple light she appeared next to the fallen debris, the civilian in her arms and unscathed by the rubble.  She looks to the dragon, “Hey!  Protect these people from being crushed alright?  We got to get this boundary thing open!”  As she said this, she holds her arm out and a beam of bright purple light shot out of her palm, carving a hole out of the wall with ease, like a lightsaber on a locked door.  This revealed the energy fabric that was crushing the building.  With another bright beam of light, she focuses on the fabric hoping to cut her way an opening for everyone to escape this death trap.  She just got to Springfield, she was not going to die the first five minutes of getting into the action.

The building was collapsing with him on top, Khellendros didn't like the idea too much, but if he rode the debris and rubble down he at least wouldn't have to risk getting crushed instead of making a run for the edge of the building. "Alex, what is this material?" "Unknown material emanating strange energy signature, unknown origin." "Awesome, more meta weirdness for the day. Malys, have you got the interior situation under control?"

"Working on it! Oh, that's a neat trick." watching Neon shoot lasers from her hands was most fascinating, but she had other matters to attend to, looking around to the other occupants of the building, she took stock of injuries and how many of them there were, "Everyone, gather in close, I'll shield you from the debris!" Opening her metal wings and putting them into a dome shape above herself and around those she intended to protect. She turned her attention to Neon's newly made hole in the wall and the fabric that was surrounding the building, "If you can make a hole large enough for yourself in time, get out as quickly as you can, I have this under control. It shouldn't take too long for me to dig us out of here once the rubble has settled."

Opening a comm link to the man in the flying suit once again, Kellendros repeated his initial inquiries,"Who are you? And who were that group of people trashing the place? Where are they headed?" It was then that Alex once again chimed in "Sir, it appears that the city has lost power, reasons unknown" This day is just getting better and better isn't it? "Looks like we need to work together and figure out what's going on here, don't we?" Once again addressing the man in the flying exosuit.