Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board A bunker beneath the ashes of the old "Lardy's Lair" nightclub

<span style="font-size: 48px;"> BOOOOM!!!! </span>

<rubble falls everywhere. screams are heard>

:dust:

:debris:

Bloody Liberty!! Great Rao...

Attention all Security Officers, all LMBers, all Legion World! This is Cobalt Kid transmitting over the general alarm.

Lardy's Lair has been savagely attacked and destroyed. We do not have any idea on the casualties or damage yet. Same for the attacker, who may or may not still be on the scene.

Come quickly to help with the relief effort.

<flies forward>

*cough*...fumes are pretty bad...

Greetings Cobalt Kid!

My calamity-lungs allow me to withstand the foul burning that this awful black smoke can cause other sentients. Yet, I must remind you to be careful!

<leaps into the burning rubble>

I will help search for and rescue any remaining citizens of Legion World. It appears that no matter who the true enemies are, there is at least one on Legion World that has no care for the welfare of the common everyday citizen. This assault on the most sacred of civil liberties has now given me a true enemy!

Eryk Davis Ester be with us all!

Don't worry, guys. We're here to help!

<The Crusader swoops in, transsuit activated against the heat and fumes. He begins scanning the debris for thoughts>

There! Maxx!

I'm on it, hon!

<Maxx the Sorcerer drops to the ground, gesturing even as his lips recite the incantation. Suddenly a section of debris transforms into harmless vapor to reveal a trapped worker.>

Let's get you out of here!

<Lard Lad 'ports just inside cordoned-off Security area>

NO! NOOOOOOOOOO! GODS, NO!!!!!

<tears stream down his face>

Gods...there's...so much...death here...

<reaches out into rubble with Lard Force>

PRU! Gods, I've got to SAVE her!

<charges into section of rubble, force field surrounding him>

<exits section of rubble gently cradling a badly-burned Hummer Lass in his arms>

<enters makeshift medical tent>

Doctor! I've got a survivor here! She's in really bad shape--I've used my powers as much as possible to try to stabilize her...PLEASE HELP HER!!!!

"Bring her here!" the medic orders.

<Lard Lad gently lays her down where the medic indicates.>

"M'Klaar! Hollas! Get over here, STAT! We need to set up an isolation/cooling field around this patient!"

<As they scramble, Lard Lad whispers into Hummer Lass's ear, his eyes streaming with tears.>

Gods, please hang on Pru...please. I...I love you...

<The medics shove him out of the way and start working on her.>

"Go, please!" Hollas says to him. "We need the area clear! We'll take good care of her! Please."

<Slowly, Lard Lad exits the tent and looks at the smoldering ruins of his home and business.>

Someone's gonna PAY for this!

<He 'ports away.>

*cough*

Everything is in chaos...

...Reports coming in from the Dark Oval Embassy, the space port, everywhere...but I have to stay here and help...

*cough*

<hours of moving rubble with magnetism, ever so slowly as not to cause a further collapse and death, begins to take a toll...>

<'ports behind Cobalt>

THERE YOU ARE!!!

<Cobalt whirls around, stunned to see Lard Lad>

How could you let this HAPPEN?!?!?

You promised me you'd keep everything SAFE while I was gone!!!

How could you fail my friends...fail PRU like that?!?!?

<pushes Cobalt back a few feet>

DAMN YOU!!!!

<span style="font-size: 48px;">*PUNCH!*</span>

Go to hades, Lardy!

You brought this on all of us...

...you made me an accessory to murder...

...you've brought Legion World on the brink of war...

*cough*

I know there's no blood on my hands--can you say the same?

*cough*

<stumbles back into the rubble>

<Crujectra appears, facing Lardlad>

Damn you, Lardy! What have you done to us?

<A telekinetic pulse pushes Lardlad back against the wall>

You mark my words, "Lard Knight". I will turn you over to the Dark Oval myself before I'll let you pull Cobie down into the gutter with you!

<Releasing Lardlad, Crujectra turns and rushes after Cobalt Kid>

*cough*

There's not much else we can do here, Crujeckie...

We need to find out who was responsbile for this, and we need to do it soon. Whether one person or a squad of attackers, they're packing a lot of firepower.

*cough*

I still don't trust that Ambassador...

<puts arm on Crujeckie's shoulder to hold himself up>

Stupid smoke in my lungs...I'll need to heal myself quickly...

<lays healing hands on self>

<watches as Cobalt and Spellbinder walk away>

<wipes blood from his mouth>

<looks at his hands, ashy black and bloody from Hummer Lass's injuries>

gods...what have I done?

<'ports away>

"Here's the wreckage, do what you can to clean up this mess", ActorLad says to Damage Control.

"And if you find anything suspicious be sure to bring it to my immediate attention!"

<one odd Dark Oval diplomat watches the rubble continually. Though his face is hidden, one can almost tell he is enamored with the flames...>

Underneath one of the slabs of rubble, someone stirs... awakening from the blow that rendered him unconscious. A careful movement of the limbs tells him that those are still functional, though his ribs are at least bruised. His head is still ringing a bit; mainly from the psychic cries of fear and pain from the crystalline symbiotes embedded in his skin.

~Shh... be calm, little ones. We'll escape this together... always together.~ he thinks back to them. The ones that were injured draw more deeply upon his considerable bio-energies to heal themselves. He allows it; until he can figure out how much more debris is atop his position, he doesn't dare destroy that. Removing the load-bearing structures is never a good idea.

But in case the debris above him finally does decide to collapse, he shifts his right hand into position before him, palm outward. The largest of the symbiotes glows brighter; a glow echoed by the smaller crystals that radiate like stylized sun's rays from the central gem. They may hold back the disintegration energy until it's needed, but it looks like that power may be needed after all...

<'ports in, amidst the rubble>

<reaches out with Lard Force>

Someone's in there...someone alive!

But...it's someone..alien to this world...not a bombing survivor.

Could it be...the attacker?

<taps Omnicom>

All available Security Officers: come to the Lair at once! We may have a terrorist!

<continues scanning the debris>

Calm yourself LardLad! Your human emotions have clouded your judgement and you are acting hysterically!

This is most likely a victim! Someone who also have felt the sting of a terrible attack! Let us hope...it shall be a surviver!

*uses Calamity powers to cause rubble to move away slowly to the left, in order to shift the debris without bringing about a further collapse*

Though I may not be as powerful as the Great Eryk Davis Ester, my powers of calamity and beliefs in liberty shall get me through this awful day--pray that it helps save this poor soul.

Though I have limited telepathy, I am having trouble communicating with this being...

*looks at LardLad*

Do not think me naive or overly optimistic! If we stop trusting in whats good, we lose everything!

*floats, Rebooted into ghost (invisibility+intangibility) mode, having watched the Cobalt/Lard fight.*

«Intriguing...»

Seth sees the slab moving aside, and closes his right hand. Wouldn't want to harm the rescuer, after all... whoever it is?

Once he's freed, he carefully sits up. Those who are there would see a humanoid male, with faceted white eyes. Crystals colored in shades from sky blue through deep purple form a flame-like mask around his eyes, and trail back in swirls and spirals across his bald head. More of these crystals are visible on the backs of his hands. He's clad in a sky blue long-sleeved shirt and medium blue trousers, with dark brown belt and boots; they've been a bit torn and definitely stained with dust and some pale pinkish liquid.

Liberty Monkey's telepathy should (I believe?) sense that these crystals upon the man are alive, though not fully sentient.

"I am Seth Gaterra..." he offers; his voice is baritone with a sibilant accent, but his Interlac seems correct. "... and where am I?!"

Greetings Sentient!

You are on Legion World, home of heroes, home of freedom!

Would that you could have arrived at a better time, but alas, you've come in the midst of a crisis.

Now I see why my telepathy did not work. There are more than one sentient about you. Strange, it seems, but I am not one to judge strangeness! I am Liberty Monkey, and I will help you from the wreckage.

How did you come here? Many who came to Lardy's Lair often did not know where they were after a few hours, given the debacherous nature of this place, but surely you would have remembered entering it? Thus, is there reason to believe you came with the great calamity from the skies that destroyed it? Do you have any recollections?

But, enough with the questions. Try to answer as I pull you out and get you to safety. You are one of the few to have survived this...

Seth accepts Liberty Monkey's help, offering his left hand to the Legionnaire. "I've not heard of a Legion *World* before..? Who exactly are you all?"

Then in answer to the next questions from Liberty Monkey: "I've no idea. I was elsewhere, then I woke up under the rubble here..." He frowns suddenly. "Arete, don't tell me it's happened again?!"

<A Black cloud forms and out of it steps Dedman>

Man Alive!!!! Whats happened to Lardy's place?

<steps back into cloud and disappears>

Stay back, Liberty Monkey...

<acknowledges the monkey's scornful frown>

...just to play it safe, okay?

<reluctantly, Liberty Monkey backs away slightly>

<turns back to Seth>

Listen, I am Lard Lad, co-founder of the Legion of Message Board Posters and an acting Security Officer of this world. We have found you at the scene of a horrendous terrorist act. Will you submit to accompanying us to our Office to discuss why you are here at a crime scene? I'm fairly certain you weren't a patron here, right?

<gestures toward Liberty Monkey>

Liberty Monkey here will accompany us, so you'll know your interests are being served. I promise (and he will ensure this) that we will treat you fairly. Will you submit?