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ng_underworld ([info]ng_underworld) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-02-25 20:42:00


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Entry tags:adrienne batroc, anya stark, armadillo jr., bea dayspring, crosshairs, guardian, martin baum, plot - "lightning strikes", team - thunderbolts

Lightning Strikes
 Stephen Remus sat in the office of his penthouse, smoking a cigarette as he looked out the window.

"You have your team. You ready for your first outing?" Remus asked the figure behind him.

"Yes," came the audibly distorted voice. "We know where they'll all be."

Remus takes another drag of his cigarette before responding. "Good. You've all been practicing, let's see how you do against the real thing. Good hunting."

The sound of metallic boots are heard leaving as the figure goes to announce the mission's start.


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[info]no_relation
2013-02-27 11:30 pm UTC (link)
This time, Jack is slightly more ready. He has to sacrifice his phone, but he pulls on the rope just after it ensnares his device. It flies back towards the... thing's head.

This unfortunately leaves him distracted enough that he has to slow down, to avoid colliding with a wall.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-27 11:32 pm UTC (link)
Nought sees the attack, twisting it's neck in an unnatural manner to avoid the recoil. The adaptoid runs at the area Jack is going to land and leaps at him with a high-speed dropkick.

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[info]no_relation
2013-02-28 12:04 am UTC (link)
Jack's got no wiggle room this time, and is taken dead-on by the dropkick. His instable molecule body collapses slightly under the impact, before being flung away like a tennis ball. Honestly, this day is not going the way he'd hoped.

He hits the ground and rolls with the impact, before hurrying to his feet and sprinting around the last corner to the headquarters. The continuing sounds of gunfire and explosion were not encouraging.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-28 12:06 am UTC (link)
Another opponent might be annoyed by having to chase his adversary, but Nought's patience was infinite as once more it dashed after Jack.

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[info]no_relation
2013-03-01 08:38 pm UTC (link)
Jack is at the front door and has it halfway open before he realizes his pursuer is closing on him.

"I hope Anya doesn't get mad about this..." Jack spreads his feet, squares his shoulders, and rips the door of it's hinges. "I really don't think you belong here... Let me show you the door!" He then turns around and screams as he swings the reinforced structure down at his attacker like a giant flyswatter.

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