1506/Deal With It

Deal With It
Date of Scene:	17 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Zealot, Tachyon, Dragonfly (Arazello)

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Zealot has posed:
The Velk are a strange species. Extraplanar, they usually stand around seven feet tall and bulky, with grey skin and faces like sharks. Not exactly the most social of creatures. They have a talent for weaponry, however, one that leads them to sell across space and quantam frequency to a wide variety of buyers.

This particular pack of Velk, eight in total, had been expecting to meet with a representative of the alien race known as the Daemonites. The weapons to be purchased included high-energy plasma weapons, energy bombs of mass destructive capacity and implements for the torture and enslavement of human subjects. Relatively standard interdimensional terrorist fare.

Of course, the woman in the long crimson coat who shows up to meet them isn't a Daemonite. She smells like Daemonite, but that's only the blood, spattered still underneath that coat, the remnant of the cell in question that Zealot eliminated before her arrival.

They're clustered together in the park, beneath a copse of trees. A funfair happens not more than fifty feet away, with children laughing and clowns juggling and the warm summer evening promising nothing but fun.

Zealot certainly intends to have fun. Her fun simply relies on the cold monomolecular blades that she slides from their sheathes as she approaches the Velk. She wonders what color their blood will be.

Tachyon has posed:
    Dr. Meredith Stinson is a woman of many talents, but today she's combining a few of her favorite roles into a single tidy appearance. Eaken-Rubendall Labs is putting on a minor exhibition at the funfair this fateful day. The air around their little pavillion is buzzing as bright young people in clean white coats show off all sorts of fun little science projects for the kids. Soapy bubbles that explode with fire! Floating rocks and goop that changes color as you squeeze it and more! And in the middle of it all is Tachyon!
    Now the superheroine in the slick white speed suit might not be the most famous, but the towering blonde does turn heads. She's posing for photos, helping kids with science experiments, handing out balloons and explaining why we don't all fly off the face of the planet to a seven year old.
    All the while of course she's in and out like a blur, a speedster can't be expected to stay in one spot. Every once in a while there's a whoosh and she's gone, then back again with more balloons, or snacks, or lab reports or anything else.
    The blonde heroine idly taps her HUD display and hrmmms, some strange readings were registering, things that couldn't be explained by anything immediately obvious.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Look up in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it Superman?...
    Nope. It's just one of the myriad of D-Listers in spandex sailing through the air. There's just a glut of these kinds around here. This one's in basic, skin-tight black in a fashion nod to the '90s. The 1890s maybe... She's looking down with concern at a copse of trees that someone is approaching purposefully. Her head flicks back and forth between the copse and the science fair. This isn't going anywhere good.
    Down she plummets, doing a perfect (obviously rehearsed) three point landing in front of Zealot, heeled feet and one hand on the ground, the other hand thrown behind her for balance.
    She straightens up and puts on a pleasant, but strict face. (Again obviously rehearsed.)
    "Going anywhere special?" she asks in feigned casualness.

Zealot has posed:
Zealot had been preparing to cut her way through a few of the alien arms dealers when suddenly Dragonfly arrives before her. Zealot's ice-blue eyes narrow, her brow flexing just a bit, almost imperceptibly. Surprise isn't something she registers easily, but, in this case, the woman has quite literally dropped out of the sky.

One hand remains on the hilt of her sword while the other slips under her coat.

"I'm right where I belong," she says, even as the elephant-skinned aliens shed their hooded coats to reveal their inhuman physiques, some beginning to draw weapons of their own.

"But you, my dear, should most certainly duck," she says as her hand draws from her coat and her wrist flicks, the pin of a grenade flying in the other direction as she hurls it directly for the aliens, provided that Dragonfly gets out of the way. If she doesn't, it's going to hit her very awkwardly - and explosively - in the face.

Zealot does like to keep new acquaintances on their toes.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    The grenade arcs straight for Dragonfly's face who seems somewhat taken aback at it as it hits her straight in the face, bouncing off and up a bit before exploding into a nice, rapidly-expanding ball of fire, plasma, and particular shrapnel. The unexpected shock wave sends her flying -- literally; she doesn't get closer to the ground -- backward headlong into the nearest of the Velk, taking him down in a tangle of human (?) and Velk limbs and torsos.
    "OK, that was just rude!" a peeved voice says from the pile.

Tachyon has posed:
    Things are going swimmingly at the fair! Meredith hasn't had this much fun in a while, these little snot machines are actually pretty nice if they're not trying to figure out how to get a lollipop inside a piece of million dollar lab equipment. "And that kids is why we," boom! The explosive report is loud at this distance, everyone in the fair shrieks and instinctively ducks. Tachyon's tone changes as she shifts into gear, "usethescientificmethod. Everyone keep your heads down, part of the show, berightback."
    Suddenly she's a blur of white and a crackle of red static discharge. The speedster tears through the grounds in the immediate area and considers the threat. There, just south of the fair. Weird energy signatures all over, not tracking known alien bioforms. Fun.
    Tachyon is back at the pavillion before people really register she's left at all. First things first, send the scans to the national and international databases for a cross-reference via her HUD, then get everyone out. "Okay, everyone, change of plans. Fireworks went off early, everybody please head north towards the park entrance, we're going to have a big ice cream party up that way. Lots of fun, stay low, we're gonna have a fun run. I'll be right with you!"
    Now she just has to figure out what the heck is really happening, and also how to order a mess of ice cream for delivery over the internet.

Zealot has posed:
Zealot tsks at Dragonfly as she somersaults forward, her heeled boots pointed towards the sky and the tails of her coat whipping in her wake as she lands amidst the Velk. She slashes once, twice, slashing through hide and armor to send sprays of purple-black blood in arcs behind her.

"Bad reflexes. Be better," she says to the heroine as she pivots, driving one of those heels into the spine of another alien. Two more begin to draw down weapons on her while another pair gather around Dragonfly, preparing to try and capture her.

Tachyon isn't on the radar yet, at least not formally, although Zealot's noticed her presence. Zealot always notices.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Situational awareness catches up with Dragonfly as she figures out that perhaps Zealot isn't the enemy. Or at least not the only one, and not the most urgent ones.
    "Friends of yours?" she asks with deep snark in her tone as she picks up one of the Velks and hits another one with it. "You should choose your playmates more wisely. And be more careful with your toys."
    Talking of which, she discards the one she was using as a cudgel and rounds on the one she just hit with it.
    "Wow they're ugly!" she says, pausing to stare.

Tachyon has posed:
    "Hey!" Tachyon's voice is pretty loud as she speeds to a stop south of the action, away from all the people that are currently fleeing for their lives from the fair. "This is a park!" The blonde looks cheesed as she loudly adds, "There are kids here! Take your murder happy fun time somewhere else!" With that she's sprinting towards the group, by human perception she's in one spot and then the other. At the moment though her intentions mostly seem to be disarming both sides, relieving people of any loose ordnance or unknown alien devices as quickly as she can.
    This sucks, she's already feeling hungry. Oh, hey, Gellato company just six blocks away, oh yeah, they're good. She wires instructions to her assistant.

Zealot has posed:
The Velk that Dragonfly hits witwh one of his brethren shows remarkable little care for his fellow creature - he activates some sort of electrified forcefield, sending energy into the captive dealer and perhaps into Dragonfly as well, even as it draws a pair of large energy punch-knives and dives at her, trying to swing.

Tachyon's words distract a pair that were about to draw down on Zealot, the creatures turning and firing at her, crimson-hued pulsar blasts directed towards her.

Zealot, meanwhile, has mounted one and is driving the point of her katana directly down into one of its brainstems. "This is not play," she says. "I am not happy," she says, twisting the hilt to make sure to liquefy the gray matter she pierces. "It will be good for the children to witness the extinction of their enemies."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly was certainly NOT expecting the old "electrical charge through the captured comerade" routine. It takes her by surprise and knocks her off her feet. Not because of the electricity, mind, but rather because the twitching of her "cudgel" throws her off-balance, and her step back to catch it again winds up in disaster as her heel rolls off a round rock, sending her falling to the ground with a thud.
    The Velk takes the opportunity with a relish, striking Dragonfly in the belly and chest with the punch knives, using the full force of his strength and his weight to drive the points home.

Tachyon has posed:
    Directed energy weapons, those are hard to dodge. Luckily these aren't omni-directional. One thing Tachyon can beat them for reaction time on is getting out of the way of their aimming of said weapons. To one side, then a sharp angle and she's driving through one of the Velks with as much force as she thinks it can stand. The weapon is scooped up as she shoots past the group and takes a few miliseconds to study the weapon. Once she's reasonably sure it isn't an immediate threat on its own it gets deposited in a tree for later pick up while she shoots back towards the group. All pertinent authorities have been notified by now. She estimates she's got only a few minutes before S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other agency has agents on the ground. Pausing again near the fight she considers her targets before considering the most dangerous threat to public safety.

Zealot has posed:
They can stand quite a bit of force but are nonetheless staggered by Tachyon's sudden attack, the creatures stumbling backwards from the sudden onslaught.

The creature attacking Dragonfly howls as bullets rip through it from behind, Zealot drawing a submachine gun from under her coat and cutting loose with a few armor piercing rounds to try and give the heroine a bit of a chance to fight back.

Zealot isn't really concerned about authorities. She doesn't really acknowlege any.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "That the best you got, punk?" Dragonfly growls as she literally flies to her feet.
    Tough guy talk from a walking, flying Barbie doll just doesn't really work. It's more the kind of thing that makes people cringe. Still, tough guy ACTION from the same walking, flying Barbie doll may just get a bit more attention.
    THe Velk staggered by Tachyon's attack, stumbling backward, are picked up without any visible means, turned head-first downward and slammed down. Hard.
    "Now STAY down!" she shouts. "This is my town you're messing up and I'm tired of it."

Tachyon has posed:
    This is getting to wear on Tachyon's patience. It's one thing to fight, another thing to start murdering each other. It's entirely another thing to do it where people could be harmed by stray fire. So the tall blonde in a shiny suit has her own tough talk, her voice is loud and clear as she says as emphatically as she can, "Any being with a weapon in their hand in ten seconds is going to have their wrists broken!"
    Now here's hoping everyone here speaks English.

Zealot has posed:
Zealot laughs and sheathes her weapons, stepping aside as the Velk turn their full attention to the other two. It's not that Zealot isn't a threat - quite the opposite, obviously, from the three she's left bleeding or dead in her wake already. But there are only two remaining conscious after Dragonfly's struck back.

"Weapon or no, you lay a finger on me, runner, and you'll find a slit throat in your future," she says levelly. She isn't sure whether the speedster could break her wrists or not - she doubts it - but the well-meaning child probably thinks she's being some sort of hero. So many of them did, these days.

She moves over to the remaining packages, three metal cubes etched with glowing lines, set off to the side. She examines each of the cases while the two heroines finish off her foes.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly stalks forward at the two remaining Velk, her face the epitome of lack of impression.
    "Does this face look happy?" she asks as she gets to the closest one. The one shooting at her only to have the beam bend harmlessly up into the sky. "Is this the kind, welcoming face saying 'Welcome to planet Earth?' she continues, belabouring the point. She punches it. Hard enough to send it into a tree. INTO a tree. Its torso leave a deep impression.
    "I'll leave the last one to you!" she calls to the speedster. Then adds as a kind afterthought, holding her hands out Tachyon's direction, "No weapons!"

Tachyon has posed:
    A notification flashes in Tachyon's HUD, a containment breach in lab six. This day is lovely. She was supposed to be having ice cream by now!
    The woman is simply a blur of light and motion. A sharp leg sweep doesn't drop the alien but sets him unsteady. A dash away and a hundred yard sprint lets her drop a foot onto its knee with a sickening crunch. More punches, till she's sure its staying down.
    Finally her form is visible again as she pants, looking almost gaunt as she scans the Velk to make sure there aren't any other exotic technological items on the person. Then her eyes turn and makes sure she pulls some very clear images of the other two for referencing with law enforcement later. You don't go chopping up people in a park.
    Another sigh and she checks, good, S.H.I.E.L.D. was 210 seconds out. The agency had a VTOL in the area. Turning to look at the two she simply sighed before disappearing with a flash, first ice cream, then a gyro, then containing the breach. There was never enough time.

Zealot has posed:
Zealot slips an item out of the top of the crate, a miniaturized stealth module. Press of a thumb and it activates, sheathing her in silence and invisibility. Useful, that.

She'll take the crates, too. You never know when a high-level tactical cross-dimensional WMD might prove useful in a pinch.

To the heroes, she leaves neither explanation nor excuse. She isn't the type to get together and sip lemonade and hold hands after a shared conflict. She'll just take her loot and go.