Chapter 11
The first time a whole city was used as a pawn in the MetaWar it was part of an attempt at conquest. Mordred really did plan to settle down and rule.
The second time it was to insult Olympus, and collect a bounty on Medusa.
A horde of malformed humans attempted to rip a City down with their bare hands. Third time.
Now we come to the fourth.
It was different, the residents were allowed to flee and were for the most part unmolested as they did so. About 100 people died the night the Meta group arrived, and 930 died trying to get out later.
For a City of 300,000 that is not too bad. Sorry if that sounds harsh, but this was a war.
Once the populace was gone, they began to destroy. Homes, businesses, gas stations, libraries, hospitals, everything. Power plants exploded with violent fury, fire was everywhere.
Olympus, after contacting the President of the United States, decided to wait and see if the invaders were indeed going to let the people go. Once more the Emergency Broadcast system was not a test and it told everyone to evacuate as quickly, and calmly as possible.
That many people take a long time to get out of somewhere. Twelve hours later, at 9 am the city was mostly deserted and the marauders had been rampaging for over an hour.
We always complain that we never have enough time to respond. Star has changed that but still we feel like the clock is our mortal enemy. Twelve hours is far to long to wait to go into battle. The whole time we were ready to go because we did not know how serious our new enemies were about letting people go unharmed.
They did not make any overt moves towards the panic-stricken people and so we ended up just waiting, ready to jump. For twelve fucking hours.
We almost killed each other while we were just waiting. I had to get real rough with everyone at one point about two hours in, and Psyche actually yelled at someone about an hour later.
I knew exactly who I was facing, what they called themselves, and what basically they could do.
This was not going to be easy.
They had a perfectly balanced combat team. I was impressed with the structure.
Vulture, flier
KillerShrike, flier
Destroyer, energy blast disintegrate
TNT, energy blast, focused explosions
Freyr, strength
Sigyn, strength
Venom, armor
Fenris, armor
Lady Pain, mind blast
Blood Archer, acrobat, explosive arrows
This happened on a day when everyone was home and available. None of the combat teams was on a mission and nothing but routine stuff was going on. Since for once we could fight without having to worry about innocent people getting hurt I decided to take a special team with me.
Every one of the Captains protested this decision.
I asked them if it would make any difference if I said that I was planning on taking most of them?
Funny to see that sort of grin on those usually oh so serious faces. I ended up going with : Nike, Valkyrie, Warlock, Apollo, Arclight, Demon, Huntress, Thor, Sif, Atlas, and 2 speedsters.
You might notice I was not at all playing fair, there were more of us then there were of them. Fair never even enters my mind. Win, win fast, that is what I am thinking. As it turns out the odds were not as much in our favor as I expected but I am getting ahead of myself.
Nike and Valkyrie were going to go after the Fliers. That is a one on one type of fighting, a style of combat my two were quite good at.
Apollo and Arclight were both powerful Energy Projectors but neither can fly. They were actually going in as fire support rather than to engage a specific target. If they could help out any of the other pairs they were free to do so.
Blood Archer had a bit of a reputation so I tagged Demon and Huntress to put her down. The evil archer used Arrows with explosive tips and was amazing in close combat. Huntress would get her at range, or Demon would take her out hand to hand, well knives to claws.
Thor, Sif, and Atlas would take the lead as we moved in. The strength of those three combined was such an amazing thing. Atlas could move about fairly freely for once which seemed to make him happy.
We also had a fairly inexperienced team member, but a vital one. This one did have some field experience and had shown himself to be an asset. Warlock, 23 years old, Mind Blast. He was more powerful than Talon and had limited Telepathic abilities as well. He was fully armored and would have Arclight and Apollo to look after him. Warlock's target was Lady Pain.
People who can throw mind blasts operate on their own unique frequency. I can block them, as can others, but they are dangerous. They generally do not have normal defense so if they show themselves they are easy targets. These days most are smart enough to operate under cover or from a bit of a distance.
But before everyone but the Fliers would be able to do much my two powerhouses would attack. I was not sure who QuickSilver and Hermes would get but I was sure their attack would devastate our opponents. Plus having two of them on hand would just make things go a lot smoother.
I assembled the team, assigned Nike air command and Thor command on the ground.
Star opened a Portal and we all moved through it.
I had imagined this so many times, but it was still so very hard to see.
A once proud city in flames and rubble.
Most of the taller buildings in the downtown area were damaged but standing so we arrived well south of them. Destruction was everywhere, huge swaths of homes had been smashed. Cars lay on rooftops. Telephone poles stuck out of walls.
All I could think was it look liked giant children had wandered through. Crushing, grabbing, throwing away what is no longer interesting. In a way that was the truth.
Time to end this nightmare.
Something very weird happened. I felt it and I was not alone, Arclight and Apollo's heads both snapped up and around at the same time mine did.
“I hope that is not what I think it is.” muttered Arclight.
It was.
“A force field, a sphere shaped force field around the entire fucking city.” I reluctantly said.
“Who is doing it boss?” asked Demon.
I concentrated. The energies were hard to trace at first but then I got the pattern down. Down was the operative word it seemed.
“About 2,000 feet below the center of the City. Somebody, no idea who.” I explained.
“Pulsar to Central”
Nothing, no surprise. But we had comms with each other so that was something.
The forcefield was only a few thousand feet behind us.
“Everybody stay put, I want to see this sucker up close. Nike, Val, with me.”
Off we flew. Took only moments to arrive.
You could actually see it if you were close enough. Thick, say 3 feet thick. We moved off a 100 feet or so and I let loose with a strong energy blast to no effect.
I thought I could bring it down in time, with help, but not easily. If Star could get in here then more help would arrive, if not we were on our own.
We rejoined the group.
“The plan has not changed, but we do not have the Speedsters or any other support. Everybody stay focused and alert, I feel more surprises in our future, and I fucking hate surprises. Thor, Nike, lets get moving.” I ordered.
Our ground forces got moving while the fliers waited for a moment. We took off together.
“This scenery is depressing, but any day I get to fly with you is a hell of a day boss.” said Nike.
Yeah, a hell of a day.
What happened next never happens in real life. In the comics the artists love to draw line-ups. How many times have you seen both sides of a fight looking right into each other's eyes? But that is just not how it actually works. Full teams do not meet and then fight, things go a lot faster than that.
Except for today.
As we reached the center of what used to be a city, they were waiting. And there were more of them than I expected. Six more to be exact.
The ones I knew about were in the center, a short line of people waiting for us. To their left were four of the new ones. I reached out with my senses to try and learn something about them. Two of them were pretty big, 6' 4” or better, supermen I was guessing. One was quite thin and dressed in some fairly heavy armor.
I focused on him and immediately saw energy fluctuation around his body. Gravity waves, crap.
The other unknown was more subtle. It would take time to figure him out, time I did not have.
“Pulsar to Team. Now the plan has changed. I just scanned the four on the left. The tall thin guy in the armor controls gravity, Arclight he is your first target. Atlas time to get big and team up with Arc.”
I waited for acknowledgments from the two of them before issuing my final order.
“Thor, Nike, lets do it. The two on the right are mine.”
Those two I knew, and I wanted them very badly.
The first time a whole city was used as a pawn in the MetaWar it was part of an attempt at conquest. Mordred really did plan to settle down and rule.
The second time it was to insult Olympus, and collect a bounty on Medusa.
A horde of malformed humans attempted to rip a City down with their bare hands. Third time.
Now we come to the fourth.
It was different, the residents were allowed to flee and were for the most part unmolested as they did so. About 100 people died the night the Meta group arrived, and 930 died trying to get out later.
For a City of 300,000 that is not too bad. Sorry if that sounds harsh, but this was a war.
Once the populace was gone, they began to destroy. Homes, businesses, gas stations, libraries, hospitals, everything. Power plants exploded with violent fury, fire was everywhere.
Olympus, after contacting the President of the United States, decided to wait and see if the invaders were indeed going to let the people go. Once more the Emergency Broadcast system was not a test and it told everyone to evacuate as quickly, and calmly as possible.
That many people take a long time to get out of somewhere. Twelve hours later, at 9 am the city was mostly deserted and the marauders had been rampaging for over an hour.
We always complain that we never have enough time to respond. Star has changed that but still we feel like the clock is our mortal enemy. Twelve hours is far to long to wait to go into battle. The whole time we were ready to go because we did not know how serious our new enemies were about letting people go unharmed.
They did not make any overt moves towards the panic-stricken people and so we ended up just waiting, ready to jump. For twelve fucking hours.
We almost killed each other while we were just waiting. I had to get real rough with everyone at one point about two hours in, and Psyche actually yelled at someone about an hour later.
I knew exactly who I was facing, what they called themselves, and what basically they could do.
This was not going to be easy.
They had a perfectly balanced combat team. I was impressed with the structure.
Vulture, flier
KillerShrike, flier
Destroyer, energy blast disintegrate
TNT, energy blast, focused explosions
Freyr, strength
Sigyn, strength
Venom, armor
Fenris, armor
Lady Pain, mind blast
Blood Archer, acrobat, explosive arrows
This happened on a day when everyone was home and available. None of the combat teams was on a mission and nothing but routine stuff was going on. Since for once we could fight without having to worry about innocent people getting hurt I decided to take a special team with me.
Every one of the Captains protested this decision.
I asked them if it would make any difference if I said that I was planning on taking most of them?
Funny to see that sort of grin on those usually oh so serious faces. I ended up going with : Nike, Valkyrie, Warlock, Apollo, Arclight, Demon, Huntress, Thor, Sif, Atlas, and 2 speedsters.
You might notice I was not at all playing fair, there were more of us then there were of them. Fair never even enters my mind. Win, win fast, that is what I am thinking. As it turns out the odds were not as much in our favor as I expected but I am getting ahead of myself.
Nike and Valkyrie were going to go after the Fliers. That is a one on one type of fighting, a style of combat my two were quite good at.
Apollo and Arclight were both powerful Energy Projectors but neither can fly. They were actually going in as fire support rather than to engage a specific target. If they could help out any of the other pairs they were free to do so.
Blood Archer had a bit of a reputation so I tagged Demon and Huntress to put her down. The evil archer used Arrows with explosive tips and was amazing in close combat. Huntress would get her at range, or Demon would take her out hand to hand, well knives to claws.
Thor, Sif, and Atlas would take the lead as we moved in. The strength of those three combined was such an amazing thing. Atlas could move about fairly freely for once which seemed to make him happy.
We also had a fairly inexperienced team member, but a vital one. This one did have some field experience and had shown himself to be an asset. Warlock, 23 years old, Mind Blast. He was more powerful than Talon and had limited Telepathic abilities as well. He was fully armored and would have Arclight and Apollo to look after him. Warlock's target was Lady Pain.
People who can throw mind blasts operate on their own unique frequency. I can block them, as can others, but they are dangerous. They generally do not have normal defense so if they show themselves they are easy targets. These days most are smart enough to operate under cover or from a bit of a distance.
But before everyone but the Fliers would be able to do much my two powerhouses would attack. I was not sure who QuickSilver and Hermes would get but I was sure their attack would devastate our opponents. Plus having two of them on hand would just make things go a lot smoother.
I assembled the team, assigned Nike air command and Thor command on the ground.
Star opened a Portal and we all moved through it.
I had imagined this so many times, but it was still so very hard to see.
A once proud city in flames and rubble.
Most of the taller buildings in the downtown area were damaged but standing so we arrived well south of them. Destruction was everywhere, huge swaths of homes had been smashed. Cars lay on rooftops. Telephone poles stuck out of walls.
All I could think was it look liked giant children had wandered through. Crushing, grabbing, throwing away what is no longer interesting. In a way that was the truth.
Time to end this nightmare.
Something very weird happened. I felt it and I was not alone, Arclight and Apollo's heads both snapped up and around at the same time mine did.
“I hope that is not what I think it is.” muttered Arclight.
It was.
“A force field, a sphere shaped force field around the entire fucking city.” I reluctantly said.
“Who is doing it boss?” asked Demon.
I concentrated. The energies were hard to trace at first but then I got the pattern down. Down was the operative word it seemed.
“About 2,000 feet below the center of the City. Somebody, no idea who.” I explained.
“Pulsar to Central”
Nothing, no surprise. But we had comms with each other so that was something.
The forcefield was only a few thousand feet behind us.
“Everybody stay put, I want to see this sucker up close. Nike, Val, with me.”
Off we flew. Took only moments to arrive.
You could actually see it if you were close enough. Thick, say 3 feet thick. We moved off a 100 feet or so and I let loose with a strong energy blast to no effect.
I thought I could bring it down in time, with help, but not easily. If Star could get in here then more help would arrive, if not we were on our own.
We rejoined the group.
“The plan has not changed, but we do not have the Speedsters or any other support. Everybody stay focused and alert, I feel more surprises in our future, and I fucking hate surprises. Thor, Nike, lets get moving.” I ordered.
Our ground forces got moving while the fliers waited for a moment. We took off together.
“This scenery is depressing, but any day I get to fly with you is a hell of a day boss.” said Nike.
Yeah, a hell of a day.
What happened next never happens in real life. In the comics the artists love to draw line-ups. How many times have you seen both sides of a fight looking right into each other's eyes? But that is just not how it actually works. Full teams do not meet and then fight, things go a lot faster than that.
Except for today.
As we reached the center of what used to be a city, they were waiting. And there were more of them than I expected. Six more to be exact.
The ones I knew about were in the center, a short line of people waiting for us. To their left were four of the new ones. I reached out with my senses to try and learn something about them. Two of them were pretty big, 6' 4” or better, supermen I was guessing. One was quite thin and dressed in some fairly heavy armor.
I focused on him and immediately saw energy fluctuation around his body. Gravity waves, crap.
The other unknown was more subtle. It would take time to figure him out, time I did not have.
“Pulsar to Team. Now the plan has changed. I just scanned the four on the left. The tall thin guy in the armor controls gravity, Arclight he is your first target. Atlas time to get big and team up with Arc.”
I waited for acknowledgments from the two of them before issuing my final order.
“Thor, Nike, lets do it. The two on the right are mine.”
Those two I knew, and I wanted them very badly.
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