Ashes ashes, they all fall down. (FACTION/TITANS)

[Trojan]

((OOC: This one has a bunch of players/characters involved, so please pay attention to the scene details and the turn orders. There is a plotter for this to speak on issues and keep track of order. It might make more sense, if the Faction members post first, then the Titans.))

This is stupid. Of all the nights to get on this island, we have to go when it's storming.
In a boat, in a storm where the wind speed can knock someone overboard in one gust, the waves are nearly capsizing us, and making the term 'speed boat' moot.
Fortunately, I am completely connected to this boat.
Standing at the wheel, the small plexi glass windshield doing nothing to keep me from getting soaked to the bone, I keep two finger tips on the top of the motor, not touching the steering wheel at all.
My power is Tele-mechanics. I can pilot this boat better with my mind.
I'm pushing the ride as far as I can, keeping us afloat, heading to our destination, even in this bleary setting.
I don't need to see the island. I don't need to open my eyes.
I'm linked into the boat's navigation system, and I have the coordinates memorized.
K's diagrams have us landing on the back of the island, that hideously, pretentious, moronic T visible only once we hit land.
As soon as we get ashore, I have to double check my cargo, the rain and salt water from the trip not a friend to anything mechanical.
I brought two battle-bots with me.
Both equipped with laser shots, and blunt beating capabilities, they should do well against someone like Robin... Not so sure they will stand up to the ones with Super Strength, but that's what the thug is here with us for.
We have our plans. Us guys and the ghost chick on the ground, the redhead wandering off into her own insanities.
Let's all pray she doesn't stop to count the raindrops or some other ridicules distraction, along her way.
K better be good on her word. If I go back to jail for this, that bitch will need to pay. Allot.
Through the rain, it's difficult to see much, but the flaming orange of Starfire still stands out.
She's flying to the front, to another boat coming ashore, and distracted enough that she doesn't see us in all of this weather.
Good. That means we got through. The security is down. I'd know. If it was active at all, I'd feel it as it scanned me, my powers would recognize it.
As the group of good guys head into the T, I do feel the security coming online.
We barely made it in time, but we are in, and the security doesn't see us as intruders.
These suckers have no idea we are here.
I touch my bots and tell them to activate, watching the other two getting prepped for action.
The Ghost isn't visible, and in all this, if she's making her presence known, it's lost on me. Ectoplasm, not my thing.
She had better do her part too.

"Looks like we need to draw them out.
I got this."

The bots are mostly automatic, but with the control in my hand, I don't need to rely so much on a signal in the rain.
Using more of my powers, I have one of the bots actually knock on the door of the T.
Shame it doesn't have any audio functions, It would be amusing to have it ask if they can come out to play.

[Kryptonite]

Shitty weather ain't nothing new to me. Growing up in the slums, you get used to that kinda shit. Get used to blockin out snow storms with cardboard, hiding in dumpsters from hail storms. Get used to being blown on your ass by wind gusts under overpasses. Worst nature can dish, you'll see in the slums.

Almost.

This shit here, this takes the cake.

For starters its darker than fuckin pavement, heavy low clouds and fog that is only interupted by the odd strike o' thunder cutting through it, shaking the ground with its hits. Fog like this, you wouldn't expect a heavy wind, but somehow that goes with it too, high gusts strong enough to knock you on your ass if you aren't watchin. Strong enough that there are handmarks on the railing from where it caught me in travel. Strong enough that its turned the wave action to chop and done more than its share to unsettle even my iron stomach. If I hadn't had my dose recently, I'd probably be puking over the side.

Then there's the rain. Constantly pouring everywhere and anywhere, coming in almost at a straightline, hitting like bullets. Icey, cold, soaking everything. Doing all it can to fuck with my leather jacket, soaking my t-shirt, my jeans, till I can feel it dripping down my socks, into my boots.

This shit is fuckin bad.

Not that I mind. Not that I give a fuck. That last dose the boss lady gave me, that was the shit. Not the crappy stuff the dealers make up, not even the good shit that they gave out during the testing...no this stuff is better. Way better. Feels almost like speed, the way it effects me. Everything more focussed, easier to take in. I can feel my heartbeat, count the wave crests, estimate the windspeed. Its fuckin amazing. Not only that, but I can feel myself getting faster too. Feel my heartbeat accellerating. Fast enough that a normal dude would be passing out from it, just hyping me up to go fast.

When we hit the shore I don't even pause for orders, grabbing a docking line with one hand, leaping into the air, droppin onto the beach beyond. One good tug takes us the rest of the way on shore, scraping the bottom on the gravel, pulling us onto solid ground. I don't know shit all about the tide patterns, but I'd guess that this shit will be under water in a couple hours. Probably float the boat right off, assumin we ain't gone on our own by then...not that thats a real pick. Plan calls for a fast attack...and thats where I come in.

Bosslady wants a distraction, and thats something I can help with, Fuck, thats what I live for.

I give Gizmo and the Slimebucket to get onto land, and then set out for myself, crossing to the ginormous T in the center of the island, putting some thought into my attack strategy as I go. The laptop fucker will handle security as far as I understand it, but we still need to make a nice opening impression...and thats something I can handle...

Glancing around the rock filled territory, I spot a possibility for knocking on their door, a nice sized boulder thats sitting just in line with the building itself. Must way 2-3000 pounds...Nice.

Getting behind it, I put my shoulder into it, and give the boulder a nice hard shove...Sending flying towards the building and then slamming into it hard enough to shake the whole T. Bet that'll attract some interest.

[glow=black,2,300]"Come and get it motherfuckers..."[/glow]

[Kissaki]

Row Row Row Your Boat
Gently Cross the Bay
Light the Fuse and Turn your Back
Blow the T away

I sing, loud enough to be heard over the crashing waves and wind that push our little boat every which way, Splashing my feet in the pool of water building up on the floor. Wish I’d taken the time to check the forecast, packed a rain poncho. But then, to be honest, I doubt even if I had checked the weather I’d have changed. When you got an outfit this good, you don’t mess it up just because of a little weather. Lederhosen! Yet another wonderful invention of the Germens, right along with fast cars and gas chambers. Bright green suspenders and shorts, dressed up like a right and proper yodeler outfit, even got the pointed hat with the feather, which of course is now drooping in an unsightly way due to the deluge of water. Would have gone with some wooden shoes, but that wouldn’t have worked at all with the job at hand. So ‘fraid I’ll have to just make do with Nike. Got my sword at the ready, and my backpack of supplies. Dynamite, Gunpowder, nitroglycerin, Notepad, Fuses, wicks, glue…what else. Right, paperclips. Not those cheep ones, the good stuff from Office Max. Big paper clips. Office supplies really. And some high power stuffs with a boring name that Mrs. Buissness Blond Provided.

Why is no one else singing? God, this isn’t going to be any fun at all if you guys don’t lighten up.

I sigh, not really pressing the issue beyond complaints, since while we’re swimming in a lot of things, free time isn’t one of them. Almost made it to shore, at which point several very important things which I don’t really remember the details for are going to start. Only part that I half remember is that today we are opening war on the alphabet. About bloody time. Now call me a traditionalist, but I always figured we should start with A work on from there in the logical direction. But nobody else wants to blow up the Eiffel tower.

With a bump, the boat lands on the shore. I get up stretching, making sure my muscles are still limber. Hypothermia can impair mobility, and with the rain, wind and temperature, catching a chill is a very real possibility. Despite some Goosebumps, everything seems set to go.

“Opa!” Hitting the button, the Boom box in my backpack starts pumping out the tunes. High quality Polka, the good stuff. Imported straight from across the sea. I head off, moving along the slope, keeping my distance from the boys and their work. Three young guys and one buxom young lass (me), ignoring Casper the Hemophilic ghost, all stuck on a ship at sea. I’m not saying anything was going to happen, but I am saying that it was only a matter of time before the barrel wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

Oh hay, look at that, a giant flying rock. Awesome. Meshes well with the Giant T.

When I reach the base of the tower, I take a moment to admire it. Solid construction here. Its gonna be one hell of a pretty explosion. The grappling gun finds its way to my hand, and the line flies nice, right up to the upper floor. Way this thing is built, those two outright sections are going to be rock solid, and they’d have to be to stay in place. Aim for the joints, the whole upper section is gonna suddenly be under strain. Crumple and Boom.

Starting my way up, listening to the polka, humming along.

Blow the T away…

[Slimeball]

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"Oh god I'm gonna be sick...."[/glow]

* Dunno WHY the hell we're still goin through with this... I mean yeah it's kinda crazy as hell ta begin with... pickin a fight with the Titans an all... but on a night light this! It's a frikkin hurricane out here... rain comin in sheets with winds blowing... and here WE are on this glorified rowboat, poindexter speedin us through this typhoon like a bat outta hell. No visability, no nuthing. All the while the muscle-head broodin is backed up by that while that crazy girl's singing, dressed up in this ugly ass pair of overall shorts!*

* An... while usually bein a jello-man aint too shabby... night like this isn't helping my constitution much. Yeah, I slide through pipes and stuff... but I've never been around THIS much water. A lotta water... cold water peltin me from up top... an cold salty water splashin me... soaking me down... kinda dillutin me... while we go up and down... and up and down... man I gotta keep my concentration or I'm liable to puke out a lung! *

* I'm cold... I'm wet... I'm gettin motion sick... and I'm headin inta battle with a buncha crazy people...*

*what'd I get into?*

* This IS crazy y'know... it was crazy enough to go an tag other gang's cribs back in the day (well... I tagged the cribs... the other guys just watched)... but they didn't have 'em built out the middle of oceans an they didn't have super-powers... even with this shitty weather they gotta see us comin with sonar an radar an shit like that! Any second now these boyscouts are going to pop outta the water and kick our asses...*

* I just hope it's the orange chick... all half-naked in that purple bikini, clingin to her luscious body cuza all the rain... the coldness doin what cold does and makin her nipples all nice an hard an pokin out. Could even get luckier if she had a 'wardrobe malfunction' in the course of action... *

* All the ass-kickings in the world would be worth seein a pair of C cups, unchained in alla their jiggly orange glory.*

* Allasudden we hit a bump... more solid than with the water... causin me to deconstitutenly fall on my... I think it's my ass. I shoot my head up... expectin ta see that orange angel ready to blast us with her... uhh, angel blasts. Nope... we've allready made it to T-vill and the roid-freek was just pulling us ashore.*

* what a buzzkill...*

* Muslces ties up the boat, Crazygirl cartwheels offa the boat ta streach, an I can't tell where our unfreindly ghost is at... she aint talkin, and it's too damn cold to feel where's she's at... but I'm not worried about her. The preppie's in back, huddled over his 'cargo'. Morea his damned 'Toys'. I do not fucking trush him OR his action figgures! I am makin sure I stay the fuck outta their terminatin way just in case they turn out ta be anything like that demonic little vacuum! That's why I'm workin on re-constitutin myself so's I can come ashore... get some distance. It takes a little bit more effort than usual due ta alla the moisture. Also them thoughts of what them security systems could do isn't helping.*

*Our team leader's a preppy psycho with robo-sexual fantasies... and they got a kid trained by the BAT. NOBODY but crazy people fuck with the BAT!!! Probly has alla them south-asian death traps litterin the island... the kinds that crazy old guy at the bodega was allways talkin about!*

*we're all gonna die...*

* I hop off... kinda making this squishy flop sound... dragging up some gravel and sand as I move up. Man I don't feel good... alla the suicidal boatrides an the saltwater and the sexbots and the inevitable death churnin up inside. UGH now is not a good time for go time. Poindexter lets loose with the rapebots, while macho-man frikkin chucks a boulder at their crib and crazy girl...*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"wait... where the hell'd she go?"[/glow]

* I can here that crazy music of her's playin... but I don't see her! I HATE it when I can't see her... I mean it's not like if you saw her you could stop what she was about to do... but this, you don't know where she's coming from... and here ya got this music playin... it's... it's like in that movie 'bout the shark... there ta let you know she's sneaking up on you an you won't know where she's comin from until...*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]" Oh wait... she's climbin the tower over there... nevermind."[/glow]

* Ok... so we got the Robots are knocking on doors, meathead's throwing rocks, crazy's climbing and ghost is... uhh...haunting?*

* Soooo.....what does that leave me to do?*