Necessary Evil

Death Row
4th July 2014

Harrier peered out of her small and sterile cell, and pondered the last couple of days. The Museum raid had been a big mistake, and she cursed her own overconfidence. The security had been as lax as she thought-getting the text wasn’t a problem, but the volume of sneaks and collaborators operating on the streets nearby, even at the dead of night, had proved her undoing. She had no doubt been ratted out by some fool reporting suspicious activity after curfew, probably in exchange for a few extra food rations.

The sweep had caught her with some sort of alien beamer, and when she woke she had been tagged with a Neutraliser bracelet- her powers were useless. Over the last couple of days she had been shuttled from one temporary holding facility to another,until she was now on the Tashi transport ship. Things didn’t look too good.

Most likely they were headed for one of those big Man O’ War ships to be removed off world, assuming she survived that long of course. Already half a dozen other prisoners had been removed, never to return again: their cells were filled with new faces, a couple of which seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps the rumours of the aliens dissecting supers were true.

She guessed they were all supers of one sort or another, though as they were all now dressed in white paper suits none were immediately recognisable.

The door on the left opened, and one of the faceless V’sori Drones brought another paper suited captive in, and placed him in the cell opposite. He would wake in a few minutes.

“I’ve got to get out of here” thought Harrier, and started to examine the electronic lock.

“We’re in a V’Sori ship. We’re all supers, I think. " called the harsh voiced woman, to the groggy looking man in the cell opposite Harrier. “New prisoners come in the door to the left there. Other prisoners are taken along to the far end of the corridor. We don’t see them again.”

" But these locks" said the newcomer. “They are electronic. It might be possible to short circuit them if…..”

“If we poured something into them”, cut in Harrier, “like for example water from the cartons they bring us.” Twice per day a pair of robots appeared, dispensing a carton of pure water with a straw, and a vacc pack of nourishing sludge. They were due again in ten minutes or so.

“What?!” the harsh woman exclaimed.

“I was going to tell you” said Harrier, “But I was waiting for the newcomer here to wake up. We need to feed the straw into the door near the lock and pump water in-all at the same time. There’s a chance at least some of the locks will fail.” she shrugged. “It is better than waiting for death.”

They all pondered. The door opened, and one of the robots trundled in, dispensing its packages at the four currently occupied cells. The second robot entered, and the first robot patrolled down to the end of the corridor. They all nodded.

Their luck was better than expected. Harrier’s cell opened and she stepped out, and clutching both hands together swung at the head of the nearest droid with the edge of the nullifier bracelet. The bracelet itself was unharmed, but the metal head snapped sideways and made an awkward squawking noise. The nondescript man also opened his cell, as did the man next to him. One of them ran over to the harsh woman’s cell to assist in opening it, while the other rushed down the corridor to the remaining bot.

Realising that she only had a short window of opportunity, Harrier grabbed the weapon arm of the broken droid, and twisting out and crossing a few wires managed to fire the blaster at the locking mechanism of her bracelet. The last cell door opened, and a fine featured blonde woman rushed out.

The blaster of the second robot missed before it was overwhelmed. Following Harriers lead the two male prisoners attempted to hotwire the second droids blaster, and managed to free the woman from her bracelets. Harrier too finally succeeded, and with a cry of triumph triple sets of curved cybernetic talons emerged from near the back of both wrists. Leaping into the air at great speed she slashed at the remaining bracelets. And then the alarm went off.

What the automatic V’Sori voices were proclaiming were a mystery, and the strobe like red lighting flashing on and off was distracting to say the least. Either way it clearly boded no good.

“We should try the left corridor” said the pale woman. “That’s the way we were brought in-our gear may be in there.” With no real information they opened the door into some sort of robot stable. A storeroom to the north revealed the equipment of a variety of captured supers however. As they scrabbled for their gear, Harrier thought she dimly recognised who they all actually were.

One of the men strapped on several gadgets, and an old leather flying helmet and coat reminiscent of an old 1930’s pulp aviator. He grinned and introduced himself as Fixer; she had heard of the gadgeteer, who often supplied equipment to other villains; she required little herself, but quickly donned her armoured costume.

The other man headed straight for a suit of red and gold combat armour which was easily recognisable as belonging to Secutor: a Battlesuit villain and bank robber.

The pale woman donned a white and grey costume, and equipped herself with an odd looking bow and a series of electronic gadgets. " Arrowhead" she explained curtly.

Harrier and Fixer were dressed fairly quickly, and moved back into the robot stable. As they did so the door to the corridor they had entered from opened, and the dark clad visored figures of half a dozen V’Sori Drones poured in. These all looked very similar, encased in form-fitting body armor with visored helmets Each drone bristled with the weaponry, cables, and piping necessary for it to complete its role of alien slave warrior. Some even rumoured that beneath the armour, these things were already dead.

Harrier lashed out with her talons, ripping the head off the first drone. In the cramped confines of the robot stable the drones could fortunately not bring all of their firepower to bear, and Harrier was deft and lightning quick. Fixer shimmered and vanished , reappearing down the corridor behind the drones, and firing a strange high tech pistol with a baroque styling. Several of the drones appeared to be stunned.

And then Secutor appeared, his armoured punch piercing straight through a Drone chestplate; there was an awful stench of decay and corruption. Behind him the archer assassin Arrowhead appeared, one of her arrows taking another drone straight through the throat.

With all four supers now in the fray, the remaining drones fell, and leaving another door on the far side of the table they entered a corridor, which turned towards the (presumed) front of the ship. Through another bulkhead door and the corridor ended in at junction, going ahead to another door, or left back into the centre of the craft.

Arrowhead crept forward to peer round the corner, but as she did so the door ahead cycled open, and a squad of drones marched swiftly out, taking her in the shoulder with one of their blast devices. All of a sudden, the archer was in dire trouble in the narrow corridor.

Help was at hand however; Fixer pointed his sonic pistol toward the clustered Drones, and a burst from the weapon caused several of them to stagger and lower their weapons. Hurtling down the top of the corridor Harrier evaded several shots and landed at the rear of the group, and downed two of the dark clad figures. Secutor hovered above and behind Arrowhead, and his blasters felled another. The Drones were falling like ninepins. Arrowhead fled to the rear of the group to recover her composure.

Deciding to follow the corridor to their left back into the centre of the ship, about halfway down they came to another junction, with a stairwell leading down to their left, and a short corridor leading to a door to their right. Ahead in the confusing red strobe light they could see that the long corridor ended in a T junction: they guessed that that side of the ship was a mirror image to the one they had escaped down. Arrowhead opened the door.

The room was a large one, and resembled something between a lab and an infirmary. Along two sides were tubular structures each containing a stationary Drone. At the far end was what looked like a dissection table, and sprawled across this was the semi dissected corpse of a naked woman with grey stone like skin. Arrowhead recognised her as Avalanche, a super who worked as a low level enforcer for the mob; clearly Avalanche was no more. Also in the room were four V’Sori, in uniforms far simpler than any she had seen before. Each had a pistol sheathed at their sides.

“Time to Die!” she snarled, firing a warning arrow into a computer console next to one of them. Then all hell broke loose.

As Secutor and Fixer rushed in one of the V’Sori focused on the panel in front of him. Six Drone tubes swung open, and the Drones within activated jerkily. The other V’sori drew their blasters and fired wildly.

Fixer stunned several of the drones with his pistol, and Arrowhead took one V’Sori in the throat. Secutor flew in hovering above the doorway, looking for targets of opportunity with his wrist lasers. All of the V’Sori and opponents were taking cover behind machinery and taking potshots. Harrier speeded in, landing behind one of the Drones and ripping a great gouge from his torso.

The return fore took its toll however, with Fixer taking two blaster hits, forcing him to scurry for cover using his teleport device. He fumbled in his pockets for the V’Sori regeneration serum he had filched from one of the destroyed Guard Robots.

Harrier too was having problems. Although fast and hard to hit, half a dozen blasters were now emptying in her direction. Eventually one of them struck home. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour she flew out at high speed, and back around a corner into the main corridor. The others followed.

Most of them were wounded but they had accounted for over half of their opponents. After nodding at one another they burst back into the room.

This time their attack was more co ordinated, and the remaining foes fell in rapid succession. They looked around grimly.

“Looks like the experimentation rumours were right” said Secutor. Fixer meanwhile was fiddling with one of the computers. While he couldn’t read V’Sori he did manage to come up with what looked like a simple schematic of the ship.

“Those stairs lead to a lower deck, and it looks like there are a couple of ancillary craft here. M’ Bunas I think” he said. “They could be our way out.”

Before they left Harrier looked dispassionately down at the violated body of Avalanche. With a sweep of her claws she severed the cables and machinery attached to the cadaver, making sure that she was truly dead.

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Flight to Disaster
4th July 2014

Fixer opened his eyes and blinked through the red mist. He must have banged his head on something as they crashed. He could hear coughing, and a metallic voice seeemed to be speaking through the Fug..

They had been in the M’Buna. They had despatched the crew in the loading bay- more low level V’Sori it seemed, but had also been engaged by more crew pouring in from an engine room. It seemed like the vehicle was being prepped for launch anyway however, and between them Fixer and Secutor quickly managed to deduce the basic operation of the craft, and lifted off. It seemed that automatically the bay doors swung open, and they dropped down to see the Atlantic Ocean below them. Then they had been attacked by the two V’Sori Manta; they had been badly damaged and had crash landed through the pine trees, somewhere south of Boston, or what was left of it. How long had he been unconscious?

“Is anyone alive there. Hello? Hello?” The metallic voice again. Fixer looked up at the view screen.

A familiar figure was visible on the screen: there could be no mistaking the famous form of Earth’s most powerful supervillain — Dr. Destruction!

“You seem to have survived the crash but you’ ve aroused some interest. If you want to live, you’ll listen to me.” said the Doctor. Fixer was all ears now, and he noticed that Harrier and Arrowhead, seemingly unscathed, were leaning over the back of his seat and watching the screen.

“I picked up the V’Sori ship activity, and tapped into their communications. My you have been busy." sneered the synthesized voice. "Dozens of search/ Destroy teams are heading your way-and I’m sure your crashed ship will be sending out an automatic Mayday as we speak.”

“ Get out now. If you can make it to Devil’s Point near the old lighthouse in fifteen minutes I can get you out. I wouldn’t recommend flying- keep low and hidden. If any of you have a suit comm patch me into it and I’ll contact you later. If you can survive i may have a use for you. Now go.”

“Did I mention that you will have been tagged? They know exactly where you all are.” he added. “Only I can protect you. Move!”

Fixer looked round to speak with the others: Arrowhead was already running.

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Rendezvous at Midnight
5th July 2014

Arrowhead was panting as she made her way along the rocks below the old lighthouse. Some miles away she could see the fancy New England Country Club Hotel burning-a victim of one of the missiles they had evaded while tying to escape in the M’ Buna. The others were already waiting for her, thanks to their various flight and teleport abilities.

As she cursed under her breath, another M’ Buna emerged silently from under the waves and glided silently towards them: it displayed no lights. The ramp opened and was flanked by half a dozen masked and green suited minions. At the head of the ramp stood the imposing armoured figure of Dr. Destruction.

“In quickly. The vehicle will shield your signatures. We need to be off.” he said curtly. They all hurried inside. One of the Doctor’s henchmen took the controls and they submerged once again.

“You might think I rescued you because I’m in awe of your amazing powers and heroic escape", began the Doctor. “You’d be wrong. You can all be cut into flank steaks on a V’sori examination table for all I care.” They shifted uncomfortably, aware of the Doctor’s neferious reputation.

“No, I rescued you for two reasons. The first is because it draws the fins away from my real target. The second is because I can always use a new Omega cell. If you want in, and can prove yourself to me tonight, you’re in. If you’re not interested…well, let’s just say I’m sure the V’ Sori will be.”

“Ah… Omega Cell?” asked Arrowhead.

“That’s right, Omega Cell. Or Omega Resistance, if you prefer” replied the Doctor.

“You’re in charge of the Resistance?” asked Secutor incredulously.

“Who else has the Will, Resources or Genius?” snapped the Doctor. “The World’s so called Heroes dropped the ball spectacularly, and I don’t want my Playground drained dry by a fleet of alien scavengers, leaving the rest of us to die on a pathetic dustbowl. This planet is MINE, not THEIRs.”

“And let’s not forget they want all of us Dead-you as well as me. As you have already experienced. And now they have you marked and tagged. It’s only a matter of time really if we don’t fight back. And I will make them all Pay. Oh yes.”

“We fit in how?” asked Harrier.

“I am giving you the option to be my latest Omega Cell. Pass a simple test and I can make you invisible to the V’ Sori again. I suggest you consider carefully, or the aliens will have you caught again within a very few hours.”

At that, Dr. Destruction slammed a button on the wall, and a view screen lit up showing a schematic of a camp.

“You will note that I am now communicating telepathically at the speed of thought with you all. In this camp- which we will be flying over in approximately two minutes- is a prisoner named Mindjack. You might have heard of him — he pulled the Amij Diamond job last summer. He’s in there somewhere, and I want him. If you agree to break him out and bring him to the center of the camp ALIVE, I’ll eliminate your tracers so that the V’ Sori can’t find you. I’ll pick those who survive up after I deal with any remaining V’sori that fly in.”

“It won’t end there though. I can find you wherever you go now. I can help you and show you how we can defeat the invaders who took over our playground, or I can point you out to them like wounded prey to a hound. It’s your choice.” He stood back and folded his arms.

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Jailbreak
5th July 2014

While Secutor and Harrier hovered gently downwards, Arrowhead landed on the tin roof with a crash. Ten feet above them, Dr. Destruction’s ship silently flew off into the darkness. The building they were on stood in the centre of a large compound, surrounded by a security fence. there were a few other buildings- hangers and shed with tin roofs, and lighting columns around their perimeters.

They looked round for guards, and espied a number of drones filing out from one of the other buildings. Fixer and Arrowhead positioned around the roof, while the lightning swift Harrier flew away and behind them in the darkness.

As they moved forward they spotted Fixer on the roof, and while his Siren Projector stunned a couple of them, another returned fire. The Blaster Pistols of the silent Drones soon had them scurrying for cover, with both Harrier and Secutor flying off to cover to apply their medstims after taking hits.

A game of cat and mouse ensued. The villains had the advantage of mobility, as opposed to the superior firepower of the Drones. By rapid movement and hit and run attacks, they managed to whittle the number of Drones down. The remaining two fled inside the central building. A siren was going off.

The door looked secure and locked. Secutor opened the panel and with Harrier’si nput, set about the electronic lock. It wasn’t easy, and after five minutes the others were getting nervous.

“This is a waste……” began Arrowhead, and there she saw the low black shape of a Barracuda gliding over the fence and landing in the compound behind then. She shouted a warning.

The side doors opened on both sides and four bulky shark like shapes lumbered out. Two more stayed in the doorway and poured automatic blaster fire at Fixer and Arrowhead, fortunately missing.

The appearance of the fearsome K’ Tharen mercenaries utterly spooked the four villains. Secutor flew behind the cover of the main building, While Harrier streaked high above the new arrivals, landing behind then using the hanger near the main gate to block line of site from their fire. Fixer and Arrowhead dived round the corner.

While the two K ’Tharen in the vehicle maintained a covering fire, the others rushed toward the cellblock wall, intending to work their way in pairs round the building.

Arrowhead popped out and fired one of her glue arrows straight into the eye socker of one of the Fins, and the sticky gloop poured out over his face and started to harden. Frantically he clawed at the stuff to prevent from choking. Secutor popped up behind the roof and chanced a few shots without effect, and Harrier swooped in for a Hit and run attack, similarly unsuccessful.

Fixer managed to stun another one, and Arrowhead shot another of her deadly arrows straight through his breastplate. Harrier swooped in again and this time dug both sets of her adamantine claws deep into the ribcage of one of the Fins. As she ripped them out gore splattered around the compartment of the Barracuda. Secutor managed to stun the other, and she moved in to also finish him off.

There were only two Fins remaining now, both of whom had circled round the building. A firefight between Arrowhead and Secutor downed one, though his mate hit Arrowhead directly in the shoulder with his blaster rifle, spinning her sidways and forcing her to drop her bow, before he too went down in a hail of fire.

“We’ll used the damned Barracuda” said Fixer, helping Arrowhed into the compartment, and familiarising himself with the controls, which had fortunately been left running. Secutor and Harrier hovered nearby, as he gunned the vehicle directly towards the wall adjacent to the door.

As he knew it would, the antigrav buffering absorbed much of the impact for the passengers, but the corner of the building crumpled – as did the front of the vehicle itself. Flicking open the side doors revealed a dust laden foyer, with four or five drones inside. From the outside Secutor and Harrier entered via the vehicle interior, and three of the drones went down. Unfortunately Arrowhead was essentially walking wounded by this stage.

The door to the cell block was again very secure, but this time Secutor focused his efforts on the interior wall itself, which started to crumble. There was one drone remaining in the corridor, and a lucky shot took Harrier down before the others were able to dispose of him.

Arrowhead limped down the corridor.

“Mindjack! We’re looking for Mindjack!” she snarled.

“Release me! Let me out!” was the universal cry from all of the prisoners.

One of these, an attractive looking Hispanic woman grabbed Arrowhead’s attention.

“My name is Valarie Ramirez. You are an Omega Cell, no? Take me with you. i promise you you won’t regret it.” she said. Arrowhed was losing her patience, but bit her tongue.

“Look!” she yelled. “We need to release Mindjack straight way. A backup tem will be along in a few minutes with better tools, and they will ferry you all away then. Now just be quiet for a moment.” She smiled inside at the lie, and Secutor had stopped outside a cell door.

“This is him” he said, and started ripping around the door.

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Halfway House
5th July 2014

Doctor Destruction had swooped down to extract them soon after they exited, and he snapped the nullifier bracelets off Mindjack, who started to come round.

“Well done” he sneered. “I suppose I might make something of you yet. For now, I need to destroy your tagging devices.”

He produced a small tube like device, and held it near each of their necks.

“There. The V’ sori can no longer trace you. I can of course, and I will be in contact. For now, take those dufflebags over there.”

The side door of the M’ Buna opened, and fixer saw that they were in a run down warehouse district, somewhere in Star City. The Doctor pointed at a nearby warehouse.

“You’ll find some rooms in there we’ve prepared as a safe house. Keep a low profile for the next few days. You’re an Omega Cell now whether you like it or not. I’ll be in touch.”

A set of keys opened a side door, and they entered the deserted building. Following their directions they found a couple of interior rooms, without a window view: probably former offices. These however had been made secure, and converted into a habitable area, complete with several small bunkrooms, showers and basic facilities. Strong metal shutters covered the windows, but hidden cameras gave a view outside into the darkened warehouse.

Wearily they each claimed a bunking area, and were soon asleep exhausted.

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Getting Things Straight
10th July 2014

Over the next few days mysterious deliveries started to appear in the floor area of the deserted Crespy Warehouse. Food, commlinks, even replacement costumes and body armour. Fixer was delighted to find a V’Sori Blaster – this time converted to be used by him.

Secutor had disappeared for 48 hours: he had needed to return to his own lab to repair his armour, and late one night he managed to sneak back without incident.

The next day they discovered another mysterious addition to their warehouse, and recieved another call from Dr. Destruction.

“The information you brought me reveals that there is a power source located deep beneath Star City that the aliens haven’t discovered. I need access to that power source for my own purposes. “Finding it won’t be easy, however. It was created by the villain named Terron some years ago, and its exact location died with him. It is my belief that the Undergrounders who live beneath the city know its location. Persuading them to share this information is another matter."

“You’ll need a very heavy piece of equipment to make the power terminal useful to me. You’ll find it in the warehouse where I left you. Be sure one of you can carry it, or find another way to transport it.”

Down in the warehouse they examined the latest delivery. It looked something like a high tech portable generator, encased within a rusty metal frame. It was spectacularly heavy. Fixer and Secutor examined it, and decided it was a power relay: a device that would beam
power directly to other relays, presumably to where Dr. destruction wanted it.

A thick but very short power coupling rested on a hook on one side, ready to be plugged in – presumably to Terron’s power terminal as it did not fit any standard connections. A single telescoping titanium rod was also visible in the machine’s top, recessed in a deep tube. It seemed obvious that the rod wouldl expand at some point — most likely when the device was powered up.

“How are we going to take it with us?” asked Harrier. Fixer scratched his head.

“I suppose I could dismount some of modules from my devices, and rig up some sort of simple anti gravity raft” he suggested.

“Simple?” asked Harrier, raising her eyebrows.

“I’m a genius, remember” replied Fixer smugly.

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Going Underground
10th July 2014

Secutor’s research had indicated that there were three likely ways into the caverns beneath Star City, all beginning with the sewers. Possible entry points were secluded manhole covers, enlarged drainage pipes, or deserted pump stations. In the end there were some manhole entrances within a few streets of their current location, and so in the end, late at night, they had plumped for one of these.

The next two hours were spent fairly unpleasantly, negotiating a series of damp, muck -encrusted brick and stone passages that wound beneath the city proper. They were following mere rumours, indicated and annotated on the set of plans Dr. Destruction had provided them with.

Eventually they found themselves at some sort of junction, with the sound of flowing water ahead of them. Three pipes led out toward the sound, and these all emerged into some sort of main junction chamber.

This was very large, and was flooded with noisome water merging from the several pipes that led into it. On the far side emerged a sort of maintenance platform, and on this were steps leading away and upwards, as well as lever for pumping and opening apparatus. On either side of this the water was being churned up and aerated by slowly rotating blades.

A ladder had been rigged up to the top of one of the pumps, and planks had been ranged from this across a fifteen foot gap to a hole in the wall across which a now hanging grille had been placed. It certainly didn’t look like formal sewer maintenance access: perhaps this was one of the entrances they had been looking for? There was a problem however.

What it was, none of them knew. Somehad heard rumours of the alien beasts the V ’ sori had released into the sewers to destroy any hidden resistance fighters. The thing was ten feet long, covered in chitinous plates and had the appearance of a ruthless killing machine. A series of tentacles around its enormous jaws swivelled towards Arrowhead, and the thing dived into the water and snaked towards the pipe outlet, only three feet below Arrowheads feet. She decided that this was a situation best evaluated at a distance, and ran.

Harrier and Secutor flew to the top of the ceiling, while Fixer teleported across to the machinery platform. Another of the beasts emerged from the foul water. Secutor fired his wrist blasters at the thing, to seemingly little effect. Quickly evaluating the creature, Harrier flew across to the hole in the wall they had spied. Fixer followed, deciding that fleeing seemed like a good idea.

Arrowhead could not fly or teleport. As she ran back through the pipes she head the creature haul its bulk up into the pipe and follow her. As she came back to the junction room she threw her flashlight forward toward the far pipe exit, and turned left into the middle pipe, back towards the main junction chamber. Her hope was that the thing, currently slowed by negotiating a corner in the pipe, would rush towards the torch and miss her hidden in the middle pipe.

She made her way to the end of the pipe only to see the second beast: fortunately it could not reach up into the higher exit, where she could see Fixer and Harrier. Secutor was still hovering out of reach and firing ineffectual potshots.

Behind her she heard a roar: the torch had in fact frightened the beast, and turned it left into the very pipe she was standing in.

With only one chance to act she nocked a line arrow, fired it around some upper pipework, grabbed hold of the line and swung in a wide arc towards the exit tunnel, narrowly missing the snapping jaws of the second beast. Fixer reached out to steady her.

“Let’s go!” shouted Harrier, and they fled off down the tunnel, with the beasts growling in frustration behind them.

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Conversations in the Dark
11th July 2014

The tunnel was some sort of natural fissure, and indeed it did lead into a series of natural caverns. Hopefully they were getting ward now, and it was preferable anyway to tramping through the sewers.

As they moved through a maze of small passages Secutor was aware that they were being shadowed. He passed this information on to the others, and they started to proceed more cautiously. There was a suspicion of many bodies flitting around them in the darkness. They stopped. Seemingly nominated, Arrowhead stepped forward, trying hard to sound unlike an uncaring ruthless killer.

“We are not enemies. We are an Omega Cell fighting against the V’ sori. We are looking for the old secret base of Terron. We may be able to use his power plant to assist in our operations against the aliens.”

There was silence. Arrowhead bt her tongue; her next words came very hard to her.

“We are unlikely to find it without your help”, she said. “We need your assistance.”

A slim, blonde haired woman wearing an eyepatch stepped forward.

“Go on” she said simply. They stated their case.

She called and another girl came forward and put her arm around the others waist, kissing her full on the lips. The eyepatch woman said something to her, and the other pouted, looked at Arrowhead, and vanished into the darkness. A tense wait followed.

A few minutes later a scruffy looking man appeared.

“This is Ross”, said the woman. " He will lead you there: there is only one entrance now through an old service passage. But I warn you: the lair is guarded – only death awaits you there."

Arrowhead, again biting her tongue and really wanting to place an arrow in the bitch’s other eye, bowed curtly. Ross motioned and led them off.

Thirty minutes later they came to a tunnel which looked aas though it had been srilled, sloping upwards at an angle of 45 degrees. It was of perhaps six foot circumfernece, but a third of this was taken up by two large and robust pipes which came up through the rock, angled and then crawled up the tunnel.

“Maybe a geothermal tap?” speculated Fixer.

“I’ll wait here” said Ross. “Good luck”. Carefully manoevering the grav sled bearing the interface device, they started to climb their way up the tunnel.

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Terron's Lair
11th July 2014

At the top of the hole, they saw a brightly lit and very warm chamber. At the far side was a massive, tower-like device, crackling with purple energy Several large entrances were visible around the chamber’s perimeter, but all had been collapsed by careful demolition.

Littering the floor between a drainage grille hole and a large terminal at the center of the chamber were the corpses of several of the large creatures they had encountered down in the sewers.

Nearby stood the author of their demise — one of Terron’s trademark robots! An 8’ tall iron monstrosity with large scythe-like hands and thick, spiked legs As Fixer looked into the chamber, it swivelled its head round and pounded towards them.

The chamber was tall, and Harrier and Secutor both flew high out of the robot’s reach. Fixer teleported to the top of the computer bank. The giant robot swung out with a scythed arms, giving him a nasty shock with its extended reach. Fortunately it missed, and he jumped further back.

Taking advantage of the distraction, and without special movement powers, Arrowhead ran around the edge of the room toward the far side of the computer bank, giving the robot a wide berth.

Secutor fired his wrist blasters, while Harrier positioned herself for a hit and run attack. With his blaster Fixer also shot at the creature. Fortunately it had no ranged weapons to return the complement.

Eventually it started to move around the computer bank in an attempt to reach Fixer. Seeing an opportunity Harrier swooped in, slashed, and swooped out again, her speed evading the robot’s flailing arms.

They had hit it several times now, and had even caused it some damage, though apparently to little effect. But now it saw Arrowhead in the corner of the chamber. Even as she tried to dodge one of the blades slashed across her front and crumpled her to the floor.

Harrier and Fixer distracted it, always hovering slightly out of reach.

Secutor pondered on the situation, when he noticed that at the rear of the robots head there was a panel.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained” he thought, and fired, blasting the cover clean off. He fired again, and this time the robots armed dropped limply to the floor, as it seemingly powered down.

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Power Up
11th July 2014

As Fixer and Secutor manoevered the grav sled and set up the relay, Harrier did a little remedial electronics work on the robot with her talons. They didn’t want the thing working again.

Arrowhead had staggered to her feet, and tore her cloak apart, padding her costume and strapping it around her wound. She swallowed a stim capsule.

Once plugged in and activated, the relay operated with a mind of its own. The telescopic arm extended to a height of about ten feet, and a number of dials and panels in the chamber started to hum and flicker to life. Clearly, Doctor Destruction had this all planned out.

The comm units flickered into life.

“It would seem that you have been successful” said the Doctor. “I’m starting to power up the old Alpha Force Base. Hopefully, I will be able to make some interesting discoveries. You should return now.” The view screen flicked off.

“A Thanks would have been nice” complained Fixer.

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