<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ccqOpoo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amethyst/GM post<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Park<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Mission 1 - 1 hour 10 minutes in<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>It was all happening to fast, everything. The battles in Gemworld were far more…slow. It took time to march to a place; it took time to prepare a spell, battles were heavier things when they were blades and bows, when you practically had to look your foe in the eye, to see the life fade, rather then guns. So easy, these things to take a life with. But battle was battle, and this was a life she had known since she was thirteen, and so she steeled herself, her resolve and her willpower and took it all in.<br/><br/>The police officers were engaging the…weaponmorphs (?) as best they could but for the most part they seemed to be able to only wound them, at best. Amethyst tried her best to keep track of everything but there was so much happening, so many voices coming in through her comms, crackles and pops as the weapons fire hit and crackled near her teammates.<br/><br/>She moved to intercept one of the goons shooting at Erin, but paused. There was one with a blade stalking a police officer. The decision was easy; she pivoted on her foot and moved towards the officer. Erin was a big girl and could take care of herself, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. The Atom was still out there as well, even as she saw something invisible take down several of the aggressors. She slid on her knees and barely intercepted the blade in time which was…growing out of the male alien’s flesh. It rang against her own with a clang, and she shoved with her not inconsiderable strength back with a grunt. The creature’s strength was near her own then, or greater. She had surprise on her side when she struck. She grasped her sword in both hands, defensive position she had learned as a child “You will not harm any more civilians…we are here now and you will stand down..”<br/><br/>“Civilians…” the alien tilted his head, as if the word made no sense to him, even with the translations. The alien shifted his blade, gross, even as he stalked her in a circle. With all the chaos going on around them it was like they were in their own little world. “I am the finest blademaster in 3 generations..tasked with rounding up this..chattel. I have depths of knowledge that runs deep….” The aliens eyes shifted for a moment “Perhaps I will show you how deep.”<br/><br/>“Would that I could be so lucky…”Amethyst nearly vomited out, as she shifted her stance bringing the sword up over her head, her other hand pointed out, two fingers extended up. Shining Diamond Defense pose. The alien moved in quickly, counting on his power and speed, and intimidation. She shifted quickly to respond, Weeping Opal Strike, as she brought her sword along the man’s stomach, slicing open the armor and deep into him. She tempered herself though and watched as he dropped. She was pleased to see the creature bled. She knelt down, tilting her head.<br/><br/>“The wound is survivable, if not painful you will tell me what you are doing here and you will….” Her words trailed off as she saw the group of civilians the aliens were herding disappear, the energy trail heading towards the ship. Her sword dropped down slightly, as she watched, before she took an energy blast to the ribs. It merely stunned for a second, she cursed herself for a fool for being distracted. The battle didn’t cease when you were busy, she thought as she scrambled to her feet and sought cover behind a large rock, grimacing a moment.<br/><br/>“Amethyst calling The League..the civilians were taken. To the ship I believe….we must stymie the forces down here so we can pursue, please do your best then rendezvous with Erin Atom and Myself at ground level.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/aa38/th/pre/f/2014/351/7/b/gm3_by_ana0art-d8a5key.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>GM post<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Everywhere<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The aliens, though each seemed to look a bit different, all clad in that same red armor were no fools no mindless throng of thugs to be beaten back. These were warriors, who had been together for years, if not more, up against foes who had fought together but once, in desperation. As soon as they saw Bombshell , Sodam, and Ray manage to stun and even knock out a few of their group, they pulled back and regrouped by specialties and took Bombshell’s advice to heart it seemed. They moved back in, even as Ray charged forward, taking advantage of the inexperienced heroes eagerness to further divide the group, smiles on some of their faces. Whoever they were, those ones certainly enjoyed the thrill of battle.<br/><br/>Even as they swarmed on them, they moved efficiently, not trying to pig pile on but each focusing on a separate body part, trying to pull, distract, harass the heroes into submission. While individually they might not measure up in their strength, working in concert as they’ve been trained to do, they work to push them away from each other, to keep them from working together. Hands shift into various energy cannons and fire off blasts, and when those don’t’ prove effective they continue to shift, searching for frequencies, radiations, energies that will hurt the heroes even more.<br/><br/>Back from the fight, several of the aliens faces shift and visors morph into their eyeline, as they analyze and get feedback from their ship, orders transmitting through these ones. The ones with Sodam seemed to be focusing more on brute force, one attempting to choke the hero with a chain grown from flesh, while energy maces and clubs batter at the Daxamite hero. Over the pitch of grunts curses about “Kryptonians” can be heard, and none too flattering. Bombshell attracts more of the energy blasters, hands configuring to new and exciting formations, as different colored energies wash over that silver skin, and more then a few leers of admiration from the male aliens at the warrior woman. The Ray got more interesting configurations, as several begin to group on the rooftop the Ray had crashed on, a few over as well cutting off his escape, hands shifting about to webbed like weapons, as one of them mutters “Just like that New Genesis scum…” the disruptor blasts not firing anything tangible, just designed to interfere with energy signals.<br/><br/>On the ground, the aliens are just as vicious. Several vanish with the civilians, but more press their attacks. After seeing their comrades fall to something invisible or small, several of them morph, their skin shedding like snakes almost as they become studded with transformers, crackling with electricity to deter anyone from touching them, even as they lash out wildly with blasts, causing more damage and destruction then simply hitting their Atomic foe. They circle up, their eyes changing, as lenses fall down over them, and again, and again, magnifying their surroundings, and scanning in different spectrums until..one of them smiles.<br/><br/>They tilted their heads at the forcefield surrounding Erin, the technology far too advanced for the frail human wearing it, but they moved forward, even as the blasts dropped several of them, for several moments at least. They seemed to think for a moment, then their hands and backs shifted, growing tanks almost as they light up the tree with fire. If not to take away her cover, then to burn her or take away her oxygen.<br/><br/>Even as the battle rages on, the ship looms ominously over the city, the citizens of the city being subjected to who knows what.<br/>