3928/Cops and Crotch shots

Cops and Crotch shots
Date of Scene:	21 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Drake encounters ninjas stealing from STAR Labs, and manages to subdue them. One of them does not quite behave as expected.
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Slipstream, Green Lantern (Cruz), June Connor

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Shredder has posed:
    The heavy clouds threaten the city with rain, but for now it is just damp, and not raining. The wet pavement reminds the streets of last night's downpour, puddles smiling back at the gray clouds like an old friend. People bustle around to their factory jobs as the day begins, those who are late announce it through a hurried pace.
    Outside of S.T.A.R. labs business seems to be usual, security guard stands at the entrance, yawning as the workers scan their badges to enter.

Slipstream has posed:
Settled on the top of a roof and listening to music is Drake. He has on a pair of head phones and his black Overwatch hoodie with the logo in bright gold on the back. He has been trying to spend more time outside and working out instead of on the Internet when he gets a day off or a break in action. As he hums along with the beat, he enjoys the view of the city from his position.

Shredder has posed:
    A hand slips out, snagging an ID card off a young lady walking to scan in. She reaches the booth, and starts searching herself for her badge. She apologizes to the guard, and then starts hurrying back to the parking lot, looking around the ground to see where she dropped it. A dark-haired woman produces from the location of the hand, dressed in normal business attire. She walks to the booth, and checks in without incident.
    Atop a building nearby, a few masked figures dance lightly to the edge, wearing gray jumpsuits nearly the color of the sky. One of them carries a grappling hook loaded onto a crossbow of sorts.

Slipstream has posed:
It's not the woman that catches Drake's attention, it is the odd looking men in the gray jumpsuits that he spies out of the corner of his eye. Tucked against a large air conditon unit, he may not be easily seen, but it was just that bit of movement that causes him to lean forward a bit. Curiously, he shifts himself to a better position to watch them as he slides the headphones off and places them on the ground. He eyes the grappling hook, then trains his eyes in the direction they are looking at. S.T.A.R Labs. He rubs the back of his neck as he watches them, shifting up on to his feet into a crouched position.

Shredder has posed:
    A long shot, the figures set up the grappling hook, and then launch it to the next building. It lands, and they pull it tight, cranking it down and fastening it to make a tightrope between the buildings. They waste little time, but all three start to sprint across the rope toward the S.T.A.R. labs one at a time. They are incredibly agile, making their way across the rope as if it was solid ground.

Slipstream has posed:
As the grappling hook is shot across, Drake leaps up to his feet and tugs the hoodie over his head. "Hey!" He calls out to them and pointing. "You! Um... Sweat pant ninjas! What the hell do you think you're doing? I'm calling the cops!" He yells out as he makes his way across the roof, then gives a quick speedy leap forward as he moves in a blur, landing on the roof they just vacated on. "Security!" He yells down to the building, pointing to the rope. "Hey, can you hear me?!" He slips his phone out of his pocket to begin dialing 911. Life would be easier if you had superheroes on

Shredder has posed:
    One ninja had crossed, too far to hear. The second and third turn, and stop their crossing. One is close enough to leap back to the roof, and the other starts rushing back to the roof to join. A shuriken comes whipping out toward Drake, aiming for the hand that holds the cell phone, and lands, apparently female from the build. She draws a short blade, readying for a fight.
    Across the roof, the last ninja spots the delay, but stays on the S.T.A.R. Labs roof.

Slipstream has posed:
As the phone flies out of his hand, Drake blinks as he looks over at it skittering across the roof with a shuriken sticking out of it. ".. Are you fucking serious? You threw that at me? That's like... a really expensive phone." He calls over as he shifts his feet some into a bit of a fighting stance. "Okay, I warn you guys. I'm like this huge scary .. mutant ... and I'm going to set you all on fire if you don't back down now." He says as he holds up his hands, fingers wiggling in their directions. "And I'll feel super bad for you guys also because third degree burns due to spoantanerous combustion is /really/ bad for the skin, and I know for a fact that fireballs can beat a drop kick. So, how 'bout you guys stop trying to rob that place and go home, yeah? Sounds good?"

Shredder has posed:
    The ninjas pause, and glance at each other with the threat. The second ninja, who seems male, pulls a thin tube from his sash, and blows through it, sending a dart speeding through the air toward Drake. If he's so scary? Then tranq him, it's safer. The female ninja stays ready, crouched just in front of her ally.

Slipstream has posed:
When he pulls out the tube, Drake moves in motion. He takes a step forward and he is gone, blinking next to the man as a foot smashes in to the side of his knee to topple him, followed by a quick punch to the side of his neck. "Okay. I'm kidding. No fire powers. I move really fast." He says as he whirls towards the female, bobbing back and forth a bit. "Cheers luv, th' calvary's here!" He pauses. "I need a new Tracer voice line. How 'bout...The world could always use more heroes?" He tips a wink, then blinks out as he blurs forward, looking to snatch the sword out of her hands as he reappears behind her, followed by a kick to the small of her back to send her forward.

Shredder has posed:
    The male ninja is taken completely by surprise when Drake blinks forward, and takes both the strike to the knee and the strike to the neck. He crashes down on the pebbled roof with a grunt, dazed.
    The female ninja, however, is given time to prepare thanks to Drake's pause to comment on his abilities, and while he manages to catch her sword hand, she holds tight to the weapon, and pulls hard against him as he kicks. It rolls her inside his kick, placing her between his legs, a position she exploits to thrust an unfair kick toward his groin, pulling on the sword hand to try to pull him off balance.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oof!" Drake is caught off guard as he wheels about as she snags him, followed by a yelp of pain as she sneaks in that cheap shot. Letting go of the sword hand, he stumbles forward, clutching his family jewels with a hard cough. "Ow.. that's fucked up.." He grunts as he tries to straighten himself up. "I didn't kick your homeboy in the balls." He takes up another fighting stance, though a bit hobbled as he throbs in pain. The device on his right wrist glows brightly in a blue pulse, followed by a chirp of alarm. "I know, I know .. shut up. I'm dying, got it." He mutters to himself. "Just give me a few minutes."

Shredder has posed:
    The masked woman continues to say nothing, but she takes the blinking device on his wrist as a target that should be seen to. She dives forward, trying to take advantage of Drake recovering, a slash with the short sword toward the pulsing blue on his wrist, and then a twist and stab toward the chest. It looks like she is playing for keeps.
    The male ninja sits up, shakes his head, and starts to get back to his feet. He doesn't look ready to continue yet, he took a pretty good hit, but he's not unconscious either.

Slipstream has posed:
As he stumbles back a few steps as she movse forward, Drake jerks his arm away from the blade quickly, then sidesteps the blade in a stumbling movement. "FALCON PUNCH!" He yells out as he gives a quick blur as he activates his powers, followed by slamming his fist at neckbreak speed into her stomach. He's going to hit her like a freight train with the movement if he connects. She will most definitely need pepto in the morning. As he moves with the motion, he looks to keep going to end up on the other side of the roof to put distance between them. By now, his device on his wrist is glowing yellow and screeching at him. His nose breaks out into a heavy bleed. "Shhh." He hisses loudly.

Shredder has posed:
    The woman squeaks as she is struck by the force of the punch, flying straight back. She lands sprawling across the ground, sword bouncing free as she curls over, gripping her abs. Yeah, that clearly hurt.
    The male ninja re-engages, throwing a shuriken at Drake as a distracting strike before dashing forward to try to deliver a foot sweep.

Slipstream has posed:
Regaining his composure with a few seconds of breathing room, Drake holds his fists back up into a fighting posture as he turns to face the male ninja that is rising upwards. "Hey dude .. no more in the balls, okay?" He says as he wheezes out, wiping the blood from his nose. When the star is flung at him, he wildly moves to the side in a paniced noise in his throat, then finds himself swept off his feet as he tumbles backwards to the ground in a heavy thump. He scrambles to all fours, looking to bring himself back up to his feet and move forward, his eyes wide in panic.

Shredder has posed:
    The female ninja doesn't try to get back up, and it looks pretty clear that she's down for the duration of the fight.
    The man dives after Drake as he scrambles to his feet, grasping for his shirt to slingshot himself around the meddling young man in an attempt to throw him at an air conditioning unit on the roof nearby.
    On the other roof, the dark-haired woman appears, carrying a case. She hands it off to the other ninja who stayed on the S.T.A.R. Labs roof, who glances back at the exchange. They seem to speak with each other, and after a moment, the last ninja goes to the edge of the building, and leaps the two stories down to the ground, landing in a roll. He starts running, leaving his comrades behind to fend for themselves.

Slipstream has posed:
As he is flung backwards against the air conditioning unit, Drake hits it rather roughly with a metallic thump. He clutches his head for a moment as he feels the world spin. The device on his wrist goes from yellow to orange now, whrling brightly in warning, trying to tell it's patient to stop whatever it is he is doing. With a half second deep breath, a growl rips out of his chest and he blinks forward again in a blur of light, appearing to the side as he rockets a fist in a quick uppercut into the man's jaw, letting out a primal yell. He would have yelled Shoryuken if he wasn't in such a panic to survive. "Stay the fuck down!"

Shredder has posed:
    And down he goes. The ninja is caught squarely in the jaw, and the force knocks him up into the air. He's unconscious as he flips into the air, landing without reservation belly first, spread eagle on the ground. He is most certainly unconscious, letting out no grunt or residual movement. The woman on the other side of the building likewise gives no pursuit, but instead retreats into the roof access.
    The woman on the ground is still moving, but she doesn't look intent on getting to her feet, still clutching her stomach from the blow, she coughs and groans. Two ninjas out of commission.

Slipstream has posed:
Striding forward, Drake reaches down and yanks the mask off the male ninja, then picks up his phone and takes a picture of him. "You guys are dicks." He says, giving the prone body a kick to the side. "You threw ninja stars at me, you pulled a sword on me, and you kicked me in the balls. That's some pussy shit right there. You guys suck." He pats the body down a bit to try and find anything else on him, weapons, ID. Afterwards, he heads to the female and yanks the mask off her as well, followed by another picture. "And you. What the hell are you doing? I don't like hitting girls. I feel like total shit about it too. I hope whatever your buddies stole was worth it." He mutters as he dials 911, hitting the speaker option. He gives a quick head's up to the dispatcher as he pats her down as well to try and relieve her of any weapons.

Shredder has posed:
    The man japanese, probably in his mid twenties, and is unresponsive to the kick.
    The woman, as it appears, is a rather attractive redhead, and looks far more American. Her hair is cropped short in a pixie cut, and her green eyes glare defiantly back at Drake, though she doesn't try to stop him from disarming her. A few throwing stars and kunai were still on her, along with a pair of nunchaku.
    "You fight like a child," she grunts. "You have only a special ability, or you would have been defeated." She's a sore loser, apparently.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, well, I play video games professionally for sixteen hours a day. Of course I fight like a child. I don't even like fighting. But you kicked me in the balls. What is this? The third grade? That's weak right there. You're also super hot. Why are you putting pajamas on and kicking people in the balls for? You could be a model." Drake grunts out as he peers down at her once he kicks the weapons far enough away to not be dangerous anymore. "So, who are you guys? The Hand? Cobra Kai? I'm not really up to date on ninja bad guys these days."

Shredder has posed:
    
    On the top of a roof near S.T.A.R. Labs during this dreary day, Drake is victorious over two ninjas in light gray uniforms. A grappling hook is fastened between the lab and the building the three are on. One man is unconscious, and a woman is still conscious, but looks like she's done for the fight.
    "You think I will just tell you because you ask?" she laughs. "You're cute, but you're not that cute," she coughs a laugh. On her uniform, however, there is a small symbol of a footprint on her sash. The same appears on the man's sash. "In a fight, there are no rules about what is fair, there is only winning or losing. You gave the opening, I just took it." She coughs again, and tries to roll to her knees to sit up. "What is that thing on your hand anyway?"

Slipstream has posed:
"This thing on my wrist keeps me alive and in our time. Long story short, I was stuck in a temporal prison and erased from this timeline until I was pulled out of it. My body will try and shake itself apart and I will die painfully as everything is ripped apart. It's not the source of my abilities if you're thinking of making a play for it. I don't want to hit you again. At least not in the face. You really should try modeling." Drake takes another picture of her, tagging the symbol as well. "By the way, I texted my superhero Green Lantern girlfriend with our location. She's also super over protective of me, so I won't tell her you kicked me in the balls. I'd hate for her to turn you into a pancake. She can do this really awesome light thing and can create a mallet in thin air. Also, please stay down. I'm rambling because I'm scared and if you attack me again you may end up flying off the roof and it's rush hour down there."

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
A green light can be seen in the sky, approaching rapidly. Said Lantern is on her way as she then floats over the building. "What's going on?" she asks, looking between Drake and the two ninjas, especially the one who's conscious. She stands to the side, glowing bright green, but doesn't take any action yet.

Shredder has posed:
    The redhead doesn't heed the warning from Drake, and continues to struggle back to her feet. "You are dating a Lantern and you flirt with another girl?" she asks as Jessica lands. She gives a smirk. "Maybe you're braver than I thought." She winces as she tries to straighten. Ooh, there might be broken ribs there. She glances back at Jessica, looking rather disappointed at the reinforcements. That makes her escape a lot less likely.

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz binds the ninja's legs with a construct vine. "Time and place, sweetie. Don't try to flirt with the enemy... are you okay?" she asks as she looks him up and down. "Now - are you an actual ninja or just someone pretending?" she asks as she looks at the female ninja.

Slipstream has posed:
"Flirting? I'm being complimentary. Eesh. I'm just sayin' that a girl as hot as you don't need to put sweatpants on and kick the shit out of nerds on rooftops. You could have a lot less painful career." Drake says as he glances down at his wrist as the lights turn from orange to blue. "Hi babe. Um ... these guys broke into Star Labs and their friends stole some shit and took off. They are real ninjas and they beat the shit out of me. I barely won. She says I fight like a child so we can add combat to my lessons I guess."

Shredder has posed:
    So much for distraction through a lover's quarrel. "Well," she says, "I will be sure to turn over a new leaf, you've convinced me." The sirens are on their way. "So, I will go ahead and leave now, if it's all the same to you. I'm not allowed to be captured or I have to commit seppuku." A different tactic. You don't want her to die, right? Her demeanor seems oddly out of place for a ninja, and she has a Manhattan accent. Despite fighting like a japanese warrior, she acts like an average American.

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz shrugs as she stands there. She states, "If you tell me exactly who you are, why you were robbing Star Labs, and your organization - oh, and who the leader of said organizatoin is - I'll consider it." The sirens are still getting closer, but up on a rooftop, it'll take them some time to ascend.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah, I'd hate to commit Sudoko also. That game is terrible. Especially when you get to about 20 rows on a grid. But, seriously, look, you can turn your life around. You can quit the pajama warriors and be a barista at Starbucks. I can even get you a hookup at Starbucks. You just need black rimmed glasses for that hipster look that was trendy in the Two K Tens." Drake says as he looks over the edge of the roof for a moment at the oncoming police vehicles. "I'm really sorry I gave you a falcon punch, and when your friend wakes up, tell him I'm sorry too." He glances over at Jessica and says, "I already took pics of the symbol on her pajamas. I'm sure someone will recognize it. It's a symbol of a foot."

Shredder has posed:
    The woman glances to Jessica, and then stares dumbfounded at Drake. She glances back at Jessica, "Is he serious?" she asks. "Seppuku is ritual suicide," she explains, mildly impatient with Drake. "I'm part of the League of Assassins. My name is Cara Thomas, and I have no idea what we were stealing." Maybe all lies, maybe not, but she tells it with a straight face. "And they aren't pajamas. It's a shozoku." She shakes her head at Drake. "How did I get beat by you, anyway?"

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz shrugs. "I'm honestly wondering that too," she states. "By the way, I'm not letting you go. You committed crimes and assaulted my boyfriend. I am turning you over to the authorities." She shrugs. "I would be negligent if I did otherwise." She smirks at Drake. "League of Assassins, huh. Aren't we a bit far from Madripoor?"

Slipstream has posed:
"To be honest, I wonder why she even dates me. She kicked me in the balls by the way." Drake says with a grin to Jessica. "See, I wasn't going to say anything, but you had to keep poking at me." He gives a stretch of his body, then taps away at his phone. "I'm just going to send these pics to Zapp. He knows everything about anything when it comes to good guys and bad guys. And let's be real here, if she was in the League of Assassins, they would have won. Also, let's pop into my friend finder... Cara Thomas. You got a Manhatten accent. So, I'm going to use that to try and track you down. A benefit of being a computer nerd is knowing how to use the dark web." He hums to himself as he works. "Cops are here by the way. It was nice meeting you, Red. Don't forget to sub to my channel with your free Amazon Prime membership." He says as he starts collecting the weapons on the ground. ".. Totally keeping this throwing star though." He tucks it into his back pocket.

Shredder has posed:
    The girl falls to the ground, and begs with her hands bound in front of her. "Please! Please don't I don't wanna die! I can't tell you any more or they will kill me! Don't do this! You're killing me if you do this!" She seems to be losing her composure. A lot. "Things were rough for me growing up, I just didn't see any other way out, y'know? You gotta have strong friends to survive. Please don't."

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz shrugs. "Then don't die. It won't be on my head if you commit seppuku just because you lost a fight." She smiles faintly as she gazes at Drake. "Shall we get out of here?" she asks. "Probably best if you weren't here for when the po-po arrive."

Slipstream has posed:
Letting out a sigh, Drake rubs the back of his neck. "This is such a huge conflict with my morale here. On one hand she did beat the crap out of me and aided her buddies in stealing something probably important from Star Labs and she hasn't told us /anything/ of value... that I believe at least." He shifts his jaw and looks down over the edge as the cops start to enter the building. "And I am the witness. I mean .. you can't really just .. leave people tied up on a roof, I'd assume they'd be let go due to no story to colloborate." He glances down at the pleading woman, then shrugs. "But, you're the real super hero. You're in charge and my balls really hurt. I'm trying not to be a wuss about this, but she has soccer legs." He says as he starts for the edge of the roof, then blurs across it with a quick leap forward, pulling his hoodie back over his head again.

Shredder has posed:
    The friend finder turns up a Cara Thomas, but she's a brunette, and it does not look like the same person at all. Cara Thomas is also from Manhattan, but she seems to be a spoiled, pampered brat.
    "Yeah, I'm sure that my order will understand if I just decide to ignore my orders. They will 'help' if necessary." She pulls herself forward, hands falling on a discarded pouch briefly. The pouch is still there when she moves away, though. She watches as Drake leaves. His point is actually a rather good one, assuming she's not already in the police database.

Green Lantern (Cruz) has posed:
Jessica Cruz shrugs. "Very well. Just one thing first." She pulls her up by the lasso - and kicks her in the crotch. "Good luck getting your accomplice out of here," she states as she makes the construct vines disappear as she leaves with Drake.

Slipstream has posed:
"I told you she was overprotective!" Drake calls out as he watches Jessica kick her in the babymaker. When his Green Lantern girl joins him, he gives an amused smile as he winks. "Race you home? I need an ice pack. I think the lefty is bigger than the righty now." He says, then pulses forward in a blink as the alarm on his wrist sounds. Back to code yellow. Blink!