Owner	Pose
Cyberdragon	One of the benefits of living with Tony Stark is he can get inside information in some possible smuggling weapons or other items. Well to be honest it was him using JARVIS to corilate some data, and with some possible locations of shipments coming in, or going out. Cyberdragon can actually hide underwater, his form absorbing all sonar sound waves allowing him to come upon any sub, or ship trying to sneak goods in. Right now Cyberdragon is in the water deep, laying still in the most likely location JARVIS said the place would be. Eyes narrowing as he scans the water.
Oswald Cobblepot	Oswald Cobblepot had need of a particular piece of merchandise for an assassination of a local social activist in Delaware, that was prying into the activities of a local factory whose owner was under the umbrella of Penguin's benefactors overseas. A genetic pathogen had been prepared, targeted at the deliberate genetic profile of Ms. Gracey Longshoe, a full blood Cree herbalist woman. An impeccably difficult bloodline to find a genetic sample for, but after a break-in at a local hospital by some union toughs that she was investigating, they were able to ship the sample overseas and create the viral contagion. It would look like a case of viral pnuemonia, nice and easy. Nobody alerted to the fact that a banking cartel had killed the whistleblower on the worst dumping operation in the history of the state of Delaware. A dumping operation essential to the production of fuel line inhibitors for a new line of French-made assault helicopters being deployed covertly in Africa. A boat, the Cigar, sidles into port at an old fishing dock on Staten Island, out of use for years. It's an old fishing boat, the kind used for small haul shrimping, its port license meant for China Basin, leagues north of here on the coast. It's registered to ownership of one Captain Dwight Harriet, with known ties to the Orange Order, a quasi-terrorist group of Irish and British Protestants active in Ireland from time to time. Waiting at the edge of the dock is a sleek black Dodge Viper, a 1980s make, its choppy body nonetheless smooth and stylish. A man in a black leather jacket waits there, his arms crossed, hands hidden underneath his elbows. As the boat pulls in and the captain steps out to moor it to the dock, Richard "Rocket" Marcetti, the man in the jacket, pushes away from his car and moves down the dock, uncrossing his arms coolly.
Cyberdragon	Comes the Boat as the Biomechanical dragon lifts off the sea bed and starts slowly shifting his form, becoming more shark like as he bares his teeth, moving through the ocean altering his colors to match below him, as well he moves in a slow circle. He knows something is going on. Not what. He's been on the receiving end of some powerful weapons on the streets and doing all he can to get them off the streets. He has been doing his best to take his place under the Docks. Slowly sliding up one of the Dock supports lifting his horns just out of the water keeping the pillars between him and the Targets. Cyberdragon moves slowly carefully to avoid allowing any water to splash. Sliding up to look up his face would be like a demon out of hell for anyone. He's no batman. But the sentient suit keeps water from rushing off him allowing it to flow slowly. Once he has the number of the boat and such he is running data. A couple of micro stark Hi rez cameras getting shots from various places relayed to JARVIS for ID Searching. And when he gets the data he goes wide eyed realizing he has gotten into a much deeper plot that he expected.
Oswald Cobblepot	As Captain Harriet finishes mooring the boat, Marcetti stands at the edge of the dock, hands in his pockets. The Captain shuffles into the boat's cabin, rummaging around for about a minute. Then, he returns, carrying a black briefcase that looks to be made of sleek metal, sealed shut with bionic clamps and a complex computer algorithmic lock, all waterproof. The case, hermetically sealed, is handed to the Rocket, who feels how heavy it is with a brief, noticeable droop of his arm. He grins, and the Captain shakes his head slowly. Marcetti's jaw slackens, before it closes, the Captain lighting up a pipe and moving to unmoor his boat. The Rocket turns around, and slowly walks back up the dock, his body moving like a panther, clearly a former gymnast. A belt around his waist is lined with grenades, a bandolier inside his jacket briefly visible before he turns around, with small bouncing betty hand-deployed mines secured to the single strap inside his jacket. Marcetti climbs up the steps off the dock, walking back to his 1983 Dodge Viper. He clicks a button on his keychain, the engine humming to life, modification to the Viper clearly done to make it a modern car in terms of security and electronics.
Cyberdragon	AS he looks through the Video he narrows his eyes and has JArvis storing the data and he knows a package hand off when he sees one. And he has to make a call. Looking at the Boat it's not getting away as he slides under the water and then he moves along the under side of it as a blade comes up sharpened to a Molecular edge. And he slices through the underside of the Dock to the boat and boat with ease and then he puts on a burst of speed, and then erupts from the surface of the water in a spray as what appears to be fire around him arching un and then the red and black figure drops from the Sky and then instantly lands with the sound of pavement cracking and smoke lifting around him as his wings flare in the light that is here and he bares his teeth eyes burning gold as he asks, "So what ya got there?" he asks growling as his bladed tail moves back and forth claws flexing as he narrows his eyes. "That was some very heavy security to transport it. So what's in it?" he asks takening a step to the man heading to the dodge. Of course the moment the guy with the weapons steps on those weakned boards he's going for a swim. And To ensure that he does take a swim he will fire off a plasma bolt from his mouth like a dragon at the dock to shatter it so they can't easilly get to the other side and help the hand off.
Oswald Cobblepot	There's a yawn beneath the Cigar as the underside gets cut up, the captain immediately aware as the boat rocks the wrong way. Then, as Cyberdragon makes himself known, the Captain jumps off the side of the boat onto the other side, kicking his boots off and shedding his coat, beginning to swim away into the murky waters off Staten Island, trusting that the beast isn't after him, but the briefcase. Penguin's operatives are all trained this way from day one in the organization, and Captain Harriet carries essential cargo. The Rocket takes a step back reflexively as Cyberdragon confronts him, the dock breaking just a pace before. His nerves are honed to a keen edge, from his highschool career as a varsity gymnasty with state championships under his belt, his life in the Marine Corps as an explosives expert with service in Iraq, and his years as a Company wheelman before joining the Penguin's organization. And then, saying nothing, he jumps into the air over the plasma blast before it can hit his feet and lands on the other side. There's a surge upwards after a split second knee bend, as Rocket takes to the air with a vault, his right hand aimed to slap onto Cyberdragon's snout and send him careening over the dragon's head with his back to come down on the other side with a roll and a plant of his feet. And then, a sprint towards his car.
Cyberdragon	AS the Rocket Surprises him he blinks and is surprised when the guy shows just how much of a gymnast he is, and then comes the jump and flip. The Dragon is like a walking suit of Armor. Infact mere moments before the hit it hardens to that of Tungsten Carbide. Those Explosives need to be handled with so that as the guy flips over his head he moves down, and forward rolling as his tail and wings come up. Cyber Contacts the PD, sending them video of the deal and who it was there. Including where the guy jumped into the water to swim. Right now Cyberdragon wants that container as his wings stab out the spikes opening up to form a curved cap moving to try and brush him, to snag that container off his person. His Tail is prehensile and despite being bladed the edge blunts so it won't cut. as it comes up and tries to wrap around the guys waist and then with the force of 500 pounds turn and throw him to the side away from his car. The Dragon turns as he opens his mouth as he uses his plasma to fire at the front and rear tire. Not powerful, enough to slice through the rubber and blow the tires out. "You are not going anywhere." he roars.his tail lets go assuming he was able to get a hold on him.
Oswald Cobblepot	The metal briefcase's weight makes it heavy enough to wrench out of Marcetti's hand, and he finds himself turned about by the theft, landing off balance. The tail wraps around him and throws him across the street, flying sidelong and barely recovering safely with a prat roll. He comes to a skidding halt with a leather gloved hand on the ground, wobbling for a moment with his left leg out straight. The plasma shot hits the two tires facing Cyberdragon, the tires blowing out with a snap of superheated hyperpressurized air, looking like bursts of steam. The Rocket looks up at Cyberdragon, eyes narrowed, before he reaches to his belt for a grenade. He pulls it off his belt, bites the pin off, and rises from his feet, doing an overhanded hurl into a nearby housing complex's stoop. He turns around and goes running away at full tilt, the grenade exploding with a phospherous flash that lights the complex up. Curving around a corner and into an alley, he disappears from sight unless chased. He needs that briefcase back for this contract, and that means, he needs to engage on better turns. Chase me, motherf***er.
Cyberdragon	As the Sight of the grenade being thrown Cyber Reacts instantly as he opens his mouth and instantly comes a stream of white plasma. plasma 3 million degrees shot through the air. The Dragon's Aim is impecible as he uses the extreme temp of the plasma to Vaporize the Grenade before it can explode. The Dragon NArrows his eyes as he holds the case and debates incinerating in and instead he alerts the Police. This guy is a fucking fire bug and with it Cyber will give Chase alerting them that they need to get explosives and fire control out here FAST. With a sprad of his wings Cyber takes off, his tail taking hold of that can and bringing it to his back. And at that his material expance and contracts locking over the case like a Vice. He can see Bio electrical fields and he uses the sky to his advantage. Like an organic creature his wings flap. he's hoping that he can use it to his advantage.
Oswald Cobblepot	The Rocket's bioelectric field tracks him moving at a long distance runner's pace, an impressive one for a man that's apparently in his middle-thirties. He's not Batman, but he's got all the talent and drive of one of Gotham's elite heroes, without the extensive training in ninjutsu and other esoteric espionage forms that they all possess courtesy of their mentor. Still, the Rocket's years in spycraft training at The Farm and overseas has made him quite the tricky bastard. Marcetti's signature can be seen exitting the alleyway on the other side, performing a pommel roll off a parked taxi with a kick slide onto the street across the hood. There's honking as he makes a dead sprint for a delicatessan on the other side of the road, weaving through traffic as cars screech to a halt and hit their horns, moving with reckless abandon. The sprint pauses a single pace, as he sees someone in front of him look up at Cyberdragon. He jolts to a jog, almost a challenge, before he hurtles himself forward as if tackling someone, rushing at the entrance to the eatery. Above the deli, labeled, 'Maestro's Kosher Foods', is several floors of redstone building, windows lining the edifice with offices visible within from other businesses.
Cyberdragon	As he spots him and then alters his colors to blend in with the sky he tucks his wings and dives he's not letting this guy get too far away and he rockets down and then he shoots forard with a thrust of Plasma jet, his arms open and snap, tail splits into two wings ready to fold and tackle him. He's not wanting to kill the guy simply grab hold of him. He knows the Danger of this with explosives but he is not letting him get into a confined space he wants to keep him in the open, in the air if possible. With so many cars and people around there is a chance he will miss and of course loose the guy in the building.
Oswald Cobblepot	The Rocket hears the distant whistle of air distantly beneath the thrum of the city and the chaos that results from his madcap dash across the street. He can see the faint shift of the buildings behind him as the camoflagued robotic being swoops down, viewing it in the windows of the deli. As Cyberdragon comes down to grab him, he doesn't allow himself a single moment of adulation. If he was arrogant, he would never have made it where he is today. You never celebrate, even as an old man. It's all just another story to tell someone else that needs a hard lesson before it becomes a fatal fault. Springing his trap, Marcetti drops to the ground and shoves the knee of his denim pants onto the grey asphalt sidewalk, slapping his leather gloves onto the ground and coming to a halt. With a shove of his upper body to the ground, he lets Cyberdragon fly over him with the attempted grab, letting the power armored hero deal with the consequences of the building front ahead of them both. All it takes is a single miscalculation in a dance like this, and Rick Marcetti considers himself the hunter, as does the other actor. But does Cyberdragon realize he's also prey?
Cyberdragon	Cyberdragon knows that he is dealing with a highly acrobatic person and of course he was expecting this as he tucks his wings and he falls turning into a near perfect ball as he tumbles, and rolls, it takes only a few moments before he's dug his claws into the pavement and come to the stop he's facing the man, the Dragon on one knee the case secured against his back as he snarls and of course people are panicing and running as the dragon narrows his eyes. He lifts his right arm up and the top of the arm springs forward as a wicked looking blade springs out, as does a second on his other arm. "You are not getting this case back, and you are going to jail." And instantly the blade glows with plasma flame as he brings it through the pavement slicing effortlessly through it as he says, "How many peices that is in depends on you, and how many people you hurt trying to defeat me." Cyber at this point will fire off a number of plasma balls not from his mouth but his tail tip. Each one designed to explode like a flash bang on the ground in rapid succession so he can lunge at the guy. Cyber is not aiming at him, not wanting to risk detonating those explosives.
Oswald Cobblepot	The Rocket grits his teeth at Cyberdragon's statement, his face flexing in a manner that almost makes him seem emaciated, indicating that the payout of this contract is high. If Cyberdragon knows the economics of criminal enterprise, combined with the observations of Marcetti already apparent, it would be easy to guess that prison doesn't bother Rick, but losing the payout on this mission does. Whatever is in that case, it's valuable, and he's got a stable time in Blackgate coming towards him if he lives. Syndicate backing, valuable principle, highly skilled operative. The flashbangs go off and Marcetti is already pushing backwards to his feet, blinded by the bright flashes. His eyes seeing flashes of white, sclera flashing in his head against the traffic lights and the cold night, he hears echos from the screams and honks and fire engines rushing to the site one block past, where the docks are. Marcetti clasps his right fingers against his palm, holding them straight with his thumb alongside his palm. A fingerblade slowly slides into his hand, hidden from sight.
Cyberdragon	AS the Dragon lunges at Marcetti, he keeps those flash bangs coming as he will move to tackle him. the dragon might feel like flesh at some but he lunges to try and strike for elbows and knees. His claws lashing out to grab for wrists, and his waist. He needs to grab those wrists to control him to keep from blowing himself up. The dragon is now worried if someone takes a swing at him as his tail moves to try and wrap around the guy searcing oiut belts, clips, anything he can slice through to get his weapons and explosives off of him. He wants this guy alive.
Oswald Cobblepot	The Rocket gets taken off his feet and is pushed to the ground beneath the huge metal monster, his waist held fast while a claw holds his arm. His belt and bandolier are stripped without a struggle, Rocket going lax a moment to loosen the dragon's distracted grip, before he bucks his back into an arch and slaps his legs around Cyberdragon's midsection, the much larger beast now serving as an anchor for the wirey gymnast. He fluxs his body up to slam his forehead into Cyber's maw, before he twists around with the grasped left wrist to wrench Cyberdragon's balance to the side and shove the blade between his fingers into the robot's metal eyesocket, over and over again, with pumping thrusts from his bent arm. "You think it's easy to chase a pigeon? Eat sh**!"
Cyberdragon	The Dragon narrows his eyes as he is punched and attempts to stab at him at made. He doesn't roar in pain as he allows the attacks to come allowing his head to be head butted back and the stabbing comes as his tail comes up to wrap around Rocket's throat and then tightens. A deep bloodcurdling growl is heard as the stabbing is made and it is like trying to stab a steel armor plate as the dragon takes the blow after blow. His head not eving moving as the tail of the dragon tightens as he says, "Good night!" and he will work to make the Rocket Pass out. The tail is like steel cable. The Wings fold and the edges try to wrap around his wrists and his ankles so he can then pull his arms and legs open forcing him eagle spread as Cyber chokes him to the point he will pass out.
Oswald Cobblepot	Marcetti doesn't stop trying to stab the eye, slamming into it over and over again, aware that he's been halted in terms of his mission, now merely reacting for sheer respect from Cyberdragon. His is a culture of shared machismo, masculine resistance to defeat necessary to prove one's worth for later survival. Both with Cyberdragon, and with Marcetti's friends in prison. The tail gets a good knot around his neck, and his punch-thrusts slow, before his arms and legs are ratcheted by the wings. He clings inwards, before he snaps outwards with a spasm. His face turns red, dark, beet red, as he writhes to the right, his arm going down, as his left arm tries to come up with a slap against the wing, pointless but pointed. And then, he passes out, vanquished. Dwight Harriet, his ship sunk and the principle lost, slowly climbs into the back of a Ford LTD, blue with black trim on the underbody, resembling a cop car but really one of Penguin's standard operating vehicles. Penguin has the option of stealth whenever he wants, but to operate in Gotham City, one needs to comport to the culture here, hence Penguin's gentleman rules. "Sorry about the ship, Captain," says the driver. The driver, a man in Anglican priestly vestments with obsidian and sapphire rosary beads around his throat, navigates his car into the night time traffic, away from the police cordon rapidly incoming. "She was a good ship, Father Benning. Many a fancy gem was hauled up from the sea once upon a time before I came across her. She even saw the ghost shrimp river of Cameroon." He sighs, his clothes sodden with pier water, shaking from the cold. Father Benning puts the heat on in the car, despite the warm fall. "Don't worry, Dwight. The Queen will prevail."
Cyberdragon	Cyber is not impressed. And this guy seems like he can take it. As he allows Marcetti to breath once he is sure that he is really out cold. And his captive is laid on the ground and cyber pushes on his chest to make sure he starts breathing again and awaits the police. Cyber is asking for all Data on this Guy from JARVIS including the location where he does time normally. And that should reveal where he has done time. And of course cyber let's the Police know to take him to Ryker's Island. NOT Blackgate. People there will not be impressed as Cyber gives a full report down to the exact detail as he shares footage of his sting including the grenade he tried to throw into the building where Cyber Vaporized it. But As the police take the explosives for disposial. Cyber intends to keep the package he was able to capture and promises that STARK Industries will be intouch with the police ASAP because with it as secure as it is for all he knows it could be a mini nuke. Once Cyber is Sure that Marcetti is really secure then and only then will he allow the police to take him. Not that he doubts their skill, but this guy was a trains soldier. THAT can catch police off guard. Cyber intends to pay him a visit in Ryker's.