OOC: As I've told Bron, I'm going to take direct, first person command of some of the villains. This way other plots can take place without Drache having to be there at the same time.
City Hall, Civic Center
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Killer Moth had still been unaccounted for, but at this point we had given up any hope of seeing him back, though the general opinion was no one actually cared. He contributed nothing to the last fight and really held no value when it came to any future confrontation. In the meantime, I had been binding my leg with bandages after applying antiseptic spray and healing agents. I was capable of healing the wounds myself with the right dragon form, but dodging my way out of pain each and every time was just being weak. Pain was the body's way of expelling weakness.
"Pathetic," Brother Blood spoke to the rest of us, surprised the encounter had been a failure. "You couldn't kill the one they call 'Fossil' and you never even brought back Yoko either."
"It wasn't a complete loss, you fool," Malchior told him, now in his paper form. "Yoko is capable of handling himself, and we brought the fools out of hiding. Let this minor setback fill their misguided egos with haughty arrogance. They think they've brought us down when they haven't seen our true nature and what we are fully capable of. All we did was open the door to let them inside a world of hell. They'll think they control the streets now and they won't be afraid to set out foolishly into the open. Let them become careless, indifferent prey to all the dangers we impose."
"Yeah, he said it," Control Freak said with a smug grin, agreeing with Malchior. "These are the kinds of twits that just get dumber and careless if they win."
Blood wasn't so convinced, but I paid no mind to any of them. In the meantime, I figured it was going to be time for a payback against Starfire and her compatriots. And it was going to be brutal on all of them. In the meantime, I figured I'd leave things to Slade. He could take over while I waited for these injuries to heal.
Northern Devisadero Street
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It seemed help had been too little, too late for Drache and Malchior. Killer Moth got pounded and Johnny and Control Freak were sent home running. I was a little surprised at this Tecna person's abilities. Machine mind control... now that's an ugly thing to see when Johnny's machine dog suddenly goes rogue on him and that overconfident chump Control Freak starts running scared. Not that the others were pushovers either. And there were more than I thought there were. First, it was just some dinosaur guy, and then that soon turned into nearly a dozen fighters ambushing the bunch of them.
I had been waiting for a good moment to intervene, but never really saw one, just watching the whole thing unfold from the rooftops, unseen by any of them. I figured I'd write up a nice and dirty "Kill List" and take notes instead. Especially since the scanner and digital recorder Gizmo had given me now had been taken over by some pink bunny virtual pet. Well, at least this Tecna person had a cute sense of humor. So, I took notes on good old fashioned notebook and pencil.
Starfire - Leader, shoots fireballs. Seems a little immature and quirky.
Blackfire - Starfire's sister, also shoots green fireballs, only black. Seems to have stolen her sister's brain.
Tecna - Techno-wiz, controls robots and machines. Seems to like sarcasm.
Golem - Stone dude. Strong as an ox and probably just as intelligent.
Cat - Creepy kitty-cat dude with claws. Probably hasn't showered in a long while.
Gameboy - Some dude probably obsessed with video games.
Fossil - The prehistoric morph guy who got beat up by Drache and Malchior.
Ninjice - Popsicle ninja with ice powers. Moves like he's got ants in his pants.
Headache - Baku girl. Not sure what's she's like.
Well, those were probably most of them. Weird crew, really. Seemed like Starfire was trying to get the Titans back together, and she ended up with this stuff.
"Oh, hey there, Angel!" One of Billy's clones told me. "Finally caught up! Did I miss anything?"
Him again. And wow, what a stupid and ironic question. They probably could have used his help down there, but then again, Billy Numerous wasn't exactly the kind of guy to take anything seriously.
"They left already," I told him, seeing the Neo-Titans were still down there. "Next time, hurry up."
"Ah well, always next time," He smiled, running off. "Catch ya'll later."
Yeah, whatever. I figured I'd better get out of here before getting seen. I quickly spread my wings and flew off, heading toward city hall.
City Hall Data Center, Civic Center
I counted and only three computers were spared from that butt-sucking virus that techno-witch Tecna had puked all over the network. And that was only because those three laptops were shut off and weren't on a network. Everything else, even my Kindle, was now toast. And just as I was hoping that dragon-breath nitwit Drache would come back with some good news, he tells me they ran away like little girl scouts with soiled pants and boogers hanging out of their mouths. At least Shade had class, unlike this clown. Well, not like half the villains here believed the chump was any kind of leader anyway. We didn't need any stinking formal leadership anyway.
I was working off a laptop now that had to have the wireless disabled and kept annoying me with little warning bubbles that I wasn't on a network or connected to the stupid Internet. This laptop wasn't much and it would puke all over itself if I tried to even run Crysis II on it, but at least it did the basic stuff without being stupid and slow.
"A minor inconvenience," Doctor Light yapped on again, probably thinking he was so witty when the guy was just a glorified snot-head. "As Malchior said, we have lured them out of hiding, and we now know who they are and what they're capable of. Truthfully, I was looking forward to this. I've been waiting for a good fight, and now we have it."
"Shut up and let me think," I told him, trying to recover whatever I could from the USB drives I had laying around. "That snot-face didn't put me in a good mood, so if you're thinking your rambling claptrap is going to butter me up, I think you'd better put that big head of yours back up your butt and keep quiet."
"I checked, and we still have the files and data for Project NEMESIS," Doctor Light told me, holding one of the other two laptops that survived the virus attack.
We did? Really, we did? Wow, stroke of luck there. He was right, I thought that laptop was one of the infected ones and wasn't the one I set aside for NEMESIS, but it seemed to be working just fine. And here I thought all that stuff was gone, along with the other machine projects. Well, as long as we had this thing, we'd be in good shape, actually.
"Here, let me see that," I told him, snatching it from his hands before working through the files to find we hadn't lost a single thing of the NEMESIS project. "Heh heh, looks like that geeky alpha-clown missed a spot!"
"Indeed, a big spot," Doctor Light agreed, grinning smugly like a poo-flinging monkey that just soiled the zookeeper. "Her virus destroyed the other data drives rather than steal the information. It was a costly mistake on her part. If she was smarter, she would have at least attempted to download the data to learn about our plans and inside information before destroying it."
"Ha ha, what a stupid maggot-breath!" I laughed, getting a kick out of that. "She's so stupid she probably thinks Taco Bell is a Mexican phone company! Next time we see her, I'm going to make sure we pop open her head like a big, giant zit!"
Wow, just how dumb could you be? Too late now. If that pizza-face barf-kisser really thought she'd be able to pull off that kind of stunt again, she had one too many snot-rags clogging up her head cavity. All these issues could be solved just by transferring USB drives rather than use networks. Sure, she'd probably be able to toast one or two devices, but she wasn't going to see all of them!
"Take this stuff on Project NEMESIS and get back to work on it," I told Doctor Light, hoping he'd actually do something useful rather than stand around like a bloody idiot. "Boy, those colon-heads are going to love this when they see it!"
Ha ha, no they wouldn't. They'd be better off thrown into a boiling vat of their own puke.