Colorado Camp Branch 214 (open) « Thread Started on Sept 2, 2008, 4:26am »
"Warden what do we do?"
The warden had seen many wears. Bald with a peppered mustache he sat in his darkened office watching the a security feed. It had been verified a few moments ago and the word had spread through his staff of guards and even more unfortunately through the prisons. It was him, and he wanted in. The warden massaged his temples. "Ready our Golem." He growled.
The young officer stopped before he could run off to do the warden's bidding. Something about this order was horribly wrong. "What about the people with him? The press?"
"They're trespassing. If they get hurt its because of it. They're lucky we're not drowning them. Set loose the Golem on my mark." The warden reached forward in his wheelchair, the product of a crash caused by an unregistered meta human. His hand closed on the intercom and his voice was relayed to them.
Superman stood with the pack of reporters in the underground tunnel he'd lead them through to the camp. Together the crowd flooded the spill way. Each of them had done this on faith of his name. Now it was paying off. Ahead of them a metal door, like that of a giant vault, sat stoic amid what had only been a tunnel of earth and stone before they'd arrived here. The words "TURN BACK" were plastered across it.
He was mad. Superman had found himself off world for a time and as he'd returned he found the country and its hero's divided. Internment Camps flashed in his x-ray vision beneath the soil and he'd investigated as a wandering civilian before taking up the cape again. Old allies were lost or involved in heated battles so Superman turned to his last line of defense and perhaps what should have been the first one; the press. Above them a speakers transmitted a warning to leave and the press went wild around him. Clark listened in silence and then the lead-lined doors opened. His jaw set and he turned on the press, this had been a mistake. "GET BACK!"
Out of the lock a monster of earth and rock growled as it threw its weight into the man of steel and the people he'd brought down there to die. The Golem slammed its fists of lime across his face and pounded him into the mud as he called for them to run. He felt his lungs compress and he gasped for air. He'd only been under the earth's sun for a short amount of time and this was more than he'd expected to have to handle. He stood against the rocks and began to smash at them.
The press moved in reluctant droves, volleying between escape and the story they'd each been hoping for. Superman had returned and was locked in battle with an Internment Camp prisoner. If it was publicity for the resistance it was bad publicity, Clark thought. This ... thing belonged locked up. Clark let himself be thrown and he waited for the moving pile of rocks and earth to lunge for him when he caught it's torso with a charge in the opposite direction. With a growl he drove the Golem backward, they tore into the camp's base and the battle raged on. Superman threw wild swings at the amorphous shifting rocks. He was running out of steam and he'd need help if he didn't want to become a permanent resident here.
The sounds of the fight were echoing through the mass warren of the underground Interment Camp. Raven tried to ignore them, but the emotions pouring from the site of the battle were too strong. It would have been the perfect diversion. A group of foolish reporters somehow made it into an emtier tunnel. Raven had been waiting for the chance to get into this place forever. She had been held a prisoner in a camp much like this one for many months. She felt no mercy for the people who did this to innocents. However, the fight being waged was not including her enemies.
Raven was here to free the prisoners and get them to safety. Even as she felt herself being drawn to the mass panic and maddness eminating from the side-tunnel of her diversion she cursed herself. She had officially gone rogue but something wasn't right here.
She stopped dead as she came across the battle. Backed by a wall of panicing press people Superman seemed to be in the process of being ground to a pulp by a Golum, finally driven mad by the Camp. Raven was almost jelous of the Golum, it no longer felt the suffering, only the reliese of maddness. But there was no time to spectate. Raven sent a telepathic message to Superman, hoping the Man of Steel would ignore the fact she was no more than 17.
Hold on just a bit longer. I'm getting the press out. I won't be long. Flying high over the head's of the two fighters, Raven dropped down in the middle of the group of frightened men and women. Closing her eyes she opened herself to their fear and pain, taking it away from them and letting it disperse. In a mere second the people were calm as if this were just another flea on the wall. Raven used her powers to shift earth and man-made structure aside, clearing an escape for the now docile people. They calmly excited.
As soon as the area was clear of all civillians, Raven turned to see the fight had moved closer to her than she had thought. A massive fist of stone and earth - the Golums - flew mere centimeters from her skull. Setting her face, Raven flew high into the air. Her eyes flashed white for a second and the earth on the top of the tunnel shuddered. Groaning and creaking, slowly the hewn rock tore and started to give way. Just before Raven ripped the whole area of cealing down upon the Meta-Human she called to the Man of Steel,
"Get Back!" And then the cealing fell in, crumbling down upon the Golum, allowing a trail of noon time sunlight to fill the tunnel. The rogue Azarathian looked around frantically, hoping that Superman had made it out allright.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I sat there, wondering, fearing. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
The telepathic message was jumbled to him as his mind flooded with panic. The showed no signs of stopping and in the next instant hammered granite slab and rock to rattle his brain. Superman staggered back and readied a burst of concentrated cold when the golum delivered a kick that emptied his lungs. And then it went dark. A collapse put all the rage and violence to an abrupt end but Clark could still hear the heart beats of those guards and inmates in the camp.
His uniform a pale brown Superman emerged from the rubble and breathed fresh air into his lungs. His blue eyes locked onto Raven's gaze and he smiled a silent thank you. Behind her the people she'd lead to safety looked on and then the Colorado hill top cracked and breathed life. Bursting through the green lawn the Golum towered them in a mix of earth, trees and at the heart of him, the stone walls of the camp itself. X-ray vision showed the structure was holding together if only by the Golum's will over it. A rasping rolling sound like thunder echoed and the Golum laughed.
"Can you get inside and free as many flying metas to help evacuate the guards?" Superman eyed Raven expectantly as he lifted into the air, sunlight rejuvenating him.
The camp's stone corridors groaned and swayed as the guard's ran through the halls in a panic. The warden was calm. He'd made an error of judgement. The Golum he'd ordered released was a serial killer before he'd found his powers. They were all going to die and most of the heroes in the area were locked in the cells his camp housed.
Raven watched as The Man of Steel emerged from the pile of rubble, his costume a mottled brown and gray from flyaway dirt and debris. Nobody lived and didn't hear about the amazing Superman - but it really was something else to see him in person. Raven had seen him take a kick that could have reduced the White House to rubble and yet he still stood before her. Growing stronger by the second, he soaked in the sunlight the Azarathian's attack had allowed into the tiny cavern.
Raven replyed to his thankful smile with only a quick business-like nod. There was work to do, a point prooven by Superman's next words.
Can you get inside and free as many flying meta's to help evactuate the guards? There was an expectancy in his voice, good thing this was something fairly simple in theory. Raven nodded again - yes.
A flood of panicing guards raced past the duo in their rush to reach the surface. One of them tripped over the rubble and lay their groaning. Raven knealed beside him, placing a pale hand on his temple. A moment later she stood, the man - now healed - too got up and raced the rest of the way out without a thank you.
"I'm sending you a mental map of the construct." She told him, giving him the map, taken from the young guards mind. "I'm going to free as many prisoners as I can and lead them out. Our Warden seems to be hiding in the upper levels." Her eyes lingered on Clark Kent for a moment. As much as the healer itched to bash the man in charge of this place around a bit, her first priority was the prisoners. Surely, Superman would be willing to take up the honors.
She looked down at the Golumn where it lay, a twinge of worry in her eyes. Their time was limited and they both knew it.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I sat there, wondering, fearing. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Superman pushed into the atmosphere around the towering Golem and avoided slow lumbering swats of loam and earth. He spotted Raven working inside with a glance of x-ray into the camp embedded in the Golem's heart and he dodged another attack. The Golem moved on shaky legs over the hilltop. In a few strides it could reach the nearest town and a buzz of radio contact echoed in his ears, there were only a few minutes before approaching fighter pilots made Raven and him targets. He'd put all these people in danger in an attempt to spread the word of injustice to the public but what they were getting was a look at a situation that completely warranted government regulation.
Another fist the size of a house took its swipe at the blue and red garbed fly as the Golem grew frustrated. He was getting bigger pulling entire portions of the turf and padding himself with it. The challenge was evident to Superman. How to take down a forty story behemoth who drew his power from the earth and at the moment had a prison of metahumans, guards and Raven lodged at his heart was not standard procedure but he had to act fast. The giant was dwarfing him to the size of a gnat.
Clark pushed his fists ahead of him and took flight around the monster's perimeter. Coasting on a whipping current he focused on the Golum's torso of earth he lit the green of his borrowed body on fire. The trees grass and bushes composing him were set ablaze and the Golem moaned and staggered steps that pounded shockwaves through the planet.
BE ADVISED SUPERMAN IS ON SITE WITH ACCOMPLICE META SHOOT ON SIGHT AND CLEAR THE PERIMETER FOR THE FAT MAN - OVER
The radio message was drowned by the fury of jet fighter rounds tearing into Superman's red cape and he was knocked away before he caught himself. Two of the jets circled the giant in game of cat and mouse as they stalked the hero and he hoped silently Raven's telepathy had already clued her into the situation. They needed to make this fast. Clark shifted his torso and pulled around the irate Golem, burning in the afternoon sun as Superman moved to flank the pilots. Spotting the broadside of an evasive barrel roll a blast of heat vision jammed warped the craft's gun muzzle. The second fighter came up Superman's back and tore his cape apart with a barrage of lead.
Superman pulled away, using the Golem to hide. All this work on a cape and the titan burning monster was no more than an obstacle to them. Superman thought on the radio message. "Clear the perimeter for the fat man". The journalist in him shuddered. The Fat Man was slang for an A bomb they were going to nuke the area.
Inside the compound a strong man garbed in green and yellow pounded free of his neglected cell and tore through the corridors with the guards. His time in the prison was over but there was something more dangerous outside by the way camp's watchers were abandoning their posts. He spotted Raven in her evacuation effort and he followed her into Cell Block D. Expansive rows of super-security cells held a dozen omnipowered metas in a individually powered stasis fields. They'd slept for years.
The Strong Man's jaw went wide. "The only way to free them is the Warden's code. You'll have to get it from him." he muttered breathlessly. Around the structure the Golem swayed.
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Re: Colorado Camp Branch 214 (open) « Reply #5 on Oct 4, 2008, 8:24pm »
Raven knew full well what a hard task she had ahead of her as she looked at the hallways before her. However, this was her mission. The rest of the world may know her as a rogue and a danger, but as she saw it, she did what was right and the public just didn't always like that. Right now, this was all that mattered to Raven, and she coulnd't have cared less about the public and the press.
It was a painfully slow process, even with her powers, getting cells that were made specifically anti meta, open. And even then, more often then not the prisoners were so weak from starvation and torture they were barely able to move. Much less make for escape. Those who could help each other out, following Raven's directions. The other's she teleported to a safe house far away. After the third cell block of this, however, she was mentally exhausted. The healer wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to keep this up, and it was only thanks to years of training that she was still going now.
The Golum moved in great lumbering strides. Every step it took, the compound inside it shuddered like an earthquake was in motion. Everything and anything not nailed down was flying halphazardly down the hallways. There was no way Raven could dodge all of them. She dodged the most dangerous ones, and took hits from the lesser ones. Every time the Golum took a swing, Raven was slammed into a wall.
A loudspeeker announcment went off, loud enough she thought her eardrums would burst. It seemed pretty much basic right up until they mentioned some sort of fat man. Raven wasn't sure what it meant but it had a very nasty feel to it. Making mental contact with Superman, she asked him in a worried tone, *Who exactly is the Fat Man, and should I be worried?*
As she waited for an answer, the Azarathian made her way into Cell Block D. It was smaller than the others, only 12 meta's in all. They were heavily sedated and looked almost peacefull in their chemically induced sleep. Raven knew better, though. Taking time to read the notice by the door, these were the original prisoners. Here for years, they were some of the most dangerous in the complex. Closing her eyes, she was about to begine the process off freeing them when somebody stumbled in the door behind her.
She spun, expecing an attack, but found only a worn but very strong looking man. Raven could only guess that he had managed to get himself out of his cell on his own, an amazing feat by anybody's standards.
"How-" She started, but shut up immedietly when he started to speak. Swearing colorfully in her head at his words she looked regretfully at the sleeping Meta's. Then turning back to the Strong man, she wanted to ask who he was and how he knew this and why she should trust him. Time - unfortionetly - was precious. They both knew it. Spinning around, Raven started to make her way out of the room. It was only when she had passed him did she spin around and ask him, "You coming?"
Deep into the darkness peering, long I sat there, wondering, fearing. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Re: Colorado Camp Branch 214 (open) « Reply #6 on Oct 20, 2008, 12:51am »
The strong man grinned. "Follow me." He lowered his shoulders to smash through a nearby wall with his bald head. Rubble exploded in rolling clouds of dust into a narrow corridor. These were the "rec halls". Guards that lived in this place roamed a private section of more comfortably furnished and lit living spaces. The carpeted hall quaked as the Golem moved in another deadly stride around them. The strong man steadied himself and ahead a troop of frantic guards opened fire on them. He barreled through their ranks and pulled down yet another wall. This new corridor held a staircase. The strong man coughed debris and looked up the collection of steps. "He should be through there. I was one o' them." He aimed his powdered face at the guards. "Till they found out the reason I was so good in firefights was cause I couldn't sustain damage. Get a move on, I'll hold any guards back while you get what you need."
Clark pushed out of range of the titan's attack. The Golem was growing exponentially and his swipes blotted the sun. A stone fist of granite and rock narrowly missed Superman but clipped a pursuing fighter jet and sent the pilot into a barrel role. Superman's hearing trumpeted cries of panic from the second plane, watching his wing man go down. Clark peered over his shoulder and banked wide with his arms spread out. The Golem caught his cape and it tore from his shoulders as Superman shot after the burning wreckage of the fighter plane.
*Who exactly is the Fat Man, and should I be worried?*
The voice too him by surprise but he remembered the link he shared with Raven. He pushed his fists against the whipping wind pushing up at his descent and powered faster. He could hear the eject on the plane jamming as the trapped pilot frantically pulled at it. He focused his thoughts as deftly as he could, his heart in his throat while the ground raced up to meet them.
*fat man equals atomic bomb government wants to blast us get out fast*
Clark's fingers closed on the burning cockpit capsule and he pulled it gently out of its descent pattern. The glass crunched and shattered in his hold and the pilot's chair was wrenched from the dropping mass of fire and twisted plane metal. With x-ray vision, Clark could see that the shock of the catch had broken a few of the pilot's ribs but he was breathing. The man muttered a breathless thank you from beneath his rubber oxygen mask and Superman was about to reassure him when the sun fell away around them and the Golem dropped a large foot on the hero and the man he'd almost saved. Clark knew silence again.
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Re: Colorado Camp Branch 214 (open) « Reply #7 on Oct 21, 2008, 4:22pm »
((Ohhhh crap. Please don't be dead. Please. XD))
Raven followed the strong man - not sure what to think of her sudden ally, but thankful all the same - as he smashed through a wall and entered into a comfortably furnished place for the guards to live in. Raven looked about her in distaste before the Golum took another step. Already off balence from standing on rubble, she was thrown against a wall. The collision took the breath out of her lungs, and for a moment she could only watch as the strong man took down several guards without seeming to notice what wounds they inflicted on him.
When her breath was back a second later, Raven stood, ignoring the bleeding gash above her eye to be delt with later. She nodded at his explanation for why he knew the area so well. He told her to move on to the warden while he held off the guards and she was about to comply when Superman answered her question. His thoughts were tumoltus, he was having a difficult time concentrating, and raven briefly wondered about his predicament, until she heard his words.
Spinning around to face the Strong Man once more, she said in a hurried but strong voice, "Don't bother with the guards. I can deal with them if they follow me. We're about to be A-bombed, get yourself and every prisoner you can out, fast! I'll deal with the warden and get myself out! Hurry! And then she turned again and was running as fast as she could up the stairs, dodging bits of debris and flying rubble without checking to see if he was doing as she said. There wasn't time.
Using the mental map she had gained from the guard what seemed like a lifetime ago, Raven soon found her way to the Warden's office. There were no prison cells in this secter, but lots of machienery and fine living centers. The Golum took another swing, and then another. The whole world seemed to shudder and shake, and all the while Raven could almost here the bomb waiting to go off in her head.
Stopping just long enough to make sure she was in the right place, Raven used her powers to crumple the metel door as if it were a piece of scrap paper. Inside the Warden spun in his spinney chair and looked at her aghast. The Azarathian's hood was up and her eyes glowed with fury and the power whirling inside her.
"You!" he said after a second, recognition in his eyes. "You're prisoner 1666, from the Pennsylvania camp!" Raven pushed her hood back. Her head was mostly bald, with only a fine layer of dark stubbled poking out to cover the scars. She had almost died in that camp, and now somebody was going to pay. All reason had left her mind, she was angry and she wanted revenge. She might have gone ahead with it, but there was a sudden pang in her mind. In no time she realised what it could only be. The impossible. Superman was...
And then the bomb hit. Raven felt it a second too late, hatred and pity coming from the planes that had dropped it. Maddness and screaming pain from the Golum. The Warden's grim satisfaction that he would be remembered a martyr for what he had done for his country. She searched for the strong man and for Superman but could find neither of them. She couldn't even find herself.
And Raven teleported out. At the last second she made a blind 'port to someplace outside of the Golum, praying to Azar she wouldn't end up in a wall or something. When she landed on a street there was a loud boom and she turned to see the mushroom cloud rising above the horizon. Teleporting again back to the scene of distruction the healer started casting around blindly for any survivors, anything, anybody left alive.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I sat there, wondering, fearing. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Re: Colorado Camp Branch 214 (open) « Reply #8 on Oct 29, 2008, 1:39am »
(( Superman will never die))
Clark felt the earth compound around him and pull him upward. The monster's foot over him, the golem was making him a part of his killing mass. There was energy in the deranged monster. The dirt and rocks and stones in him held solar energy and Clark found himself dizzy with the surge of power. There in the darkness he could hear a hundred heartbeats above; the camp lodged in the giant's chest. He hoped she could manage alone. He moved an arm free of its stasis and the golem's leg structure was structurally weakened. Clark reached out with his mind as he tore at the dirt around him.
*I'm taking out its legs. Hold on to something*
The strong man nodded at Raven with a grumble and he barreled away. "GET THE UNLOCK CODES AND PUT THEM INTO THE SYSTEM. IT OPENS THE BIG CELLS." He smashed through a small group of frazzled soldiers and huffed on. The Big Cells was where the high grade heroes resided in stasis gels or behind dampener walls, the BIg Cells neutered the heavy hitters, sometimes causing brain damage; the Golem had been in a Big Cell before the Warden let him loose.
The Warden sat in his wheel chair pushing buckshot down the barrel of a rifle. There was a smoldering rage in him that had let him to this point. If it had been something he'd worked against earlier maybe he wouldn't have gotten here but at the moment all he could think about was killing, the phasing telepath coming for his cell codes. He pushed the butt against his shoulder and aimed iron sights on the door. His finger curled around the trigger ready for the cape, ready for one last battle.
The Golem looked down on his leg when it began to surge with its own destruction. Stones were shooting outward from the inside and a cloud of dirt blasted its way up to his pelves in a trail of havoc. Superman shot out and the leg of earth collapsed and tore itself apart in the vacuum there hero had left. The Golem roared and stumbled down a mountain range where it gripped at the ragged rock.
The containment camp in the Golem's heart was rattled and the Strong Man tore blindly at the lower cells. The heroes he freed felt the urgency instinctively, like an old language remember. Speed demons and telepaths were freed and they moved together; slowing time to free who they could and working mental gimmickry to calm the rampaging. The Big Cells remained locked, and the Supers inside them could only pray that it was their turn to be saved.
Superman could see the flurry of activity but as he pushed farther up it was obvious they had another problem. Super-hearing buzzed a calibration of coordinates by cool and controlled voices. The fighter jet was missing and the call for launch was given as Clark looked up, the nuke had dropped early. He poured it on, and for a moment thought this day he'd done something good - stupid but good. It was okay if he died like this.
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Re: Colorado Camp Branch 214 (open) « Reply #9 on Nov 1, 2008, 10:44am »
(lol - by the way - I'm on lots of medication right now so this may be a little strange.))
And as Raven looked around, she heard Superman's telepathic message. He was alive. Then, she stopped again curious at what superman had said. If he had the thing by the legs, where was it. Raven shrieked out when the whole earth under her trembled and moved. She had teleported on top of the massive golum's body. The girl fell down off her perch and fell through layers of ripped up earth the golum had built up, landing in a tunnel, once again trapped in the warren work of the camp.
Her first instinct was to run as far and as fast as she possible could, but that was not an option, remembering what the Strong Man had shouted to her as they had parted paths, Raven got back on her feet and took a moment to get her barings back. She was now surrounded by cells crowded to bursting point of very young children. Kids who's meta or mutant powers were just surfacing. Some of them weren't even in double digits yet. A couple children reached out to her for help, but most shrank away from her as if she were the devil.
The healer's heart ached to stop and free the children - but she knew it would take too long and she needed to free everybody at once. In order to do that she needed the unlock code override commands. And those would be found in the warden's office. She shuddered at the thought of having to return there with that man and all that hatred but she needed to do it. And so she hid her hurting eyes from the children by pulled her hood up and ran from the area.
Entering the office by simply walking through the wall, Raven stopped amazed before her eyes and heart hardened. The warden lay slumped over his desk like dirty laundry - an empty pill container by him. *dammit* she thought to herself, and then to her two allies *The Warden's dead.* Her voice was cold and hard, masking her true emotions. Setting immedietly to work, she bent over the computer system and started working. In a matter of minutes in pure silence every door in complex swung open on carefully oiled hinges.
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Deep into the darkness peering, long I sat there, wondering, fearing. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
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