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Spring Breeze     Anonymous tipsters can be very useful. They can also be useless or worse if they are providing unsupportable leads or actively spreading disinformation. In this instance, it doesn't appear the information provided to the Protectorate is false, as the heroes available have moved in to investigate a potential gang war between a local group of vigilantes and a primarily Asian gang that has a lot of control over drug and human trafficking.

    The Crimson Dragons have been a problem for some time, one that has been difficult to root out due to their leader, a mysterious figure known only as Xian who props himself up as some sort of sorcerer. His powers are unknown. All that is known is that he controls the drug market in Brockton Bay, and churns out extremely addictive substances with a host of side-effects. The body count from overdoses alone is in the thousands, and that isn't counting deaths caused through violence either over the drugs or between the Crimson Dragons and other gangs.

    On the other hand, the Posse is a roaming band of vigilantes with a singularly spooky and effective advantage. Most of the group is composed of normal people or parahumans of low to moderate power. But the leader, called the Constable, has a power that lets him manufacture an army: By 'deputizing' others, he can turn them into vectors for the manifestation of ectoplasmic 'lawmen'. Individually, the plasm constructs are fragile, but with even a half dozen deputies working together, the Posse can amass six times that many ghosts. To make matters worse, the closer together the deputies are, the stronger the ghosts become.

    The Constable himself is a whole other set of problems.

    The imminent conflict is set to occur near the water, in a part of Brockton Bay known as the Docks. There's all kinds of abandoned and crumbling buildings, including warehouses, and one of them is where a deal is apparently being staged between the Crimson Dragons and unknown party. The Posse are already on their way. And it's up to those who have answered the call, and been provided with this run-down of the situation and involved forces, to simultaneously stop both sides.

    The Posse are presently just a handful of costumed figures, with an Old West aesthetic, making their way through the back alleys from the north-west, and moving south-east towards the Boardwalk. On hand is both a pair of Protectorate heroes, one in a military-looking uniform, and the other looking like some kind of robo-knight, as well as a member of the Archetypes, an independent but Protectorate-friendly hero group. The third may be recognizable as the lion-armor-themed Tinker known as Triumph, if someone who has encountered him before is taking on the Posse.

    At the warehouse, there's various mundane gang members discretely providing security outside, scattered across a large area to avoid drawing attention, and probably a lot more, including parahuman criminals, inside. The heroic forces include Spring Breeze, the pastel-colored scarf-and-aviator-goggles-wearing young heroine, a young man in a gray and black bodysuit with a starburst pattern on his chest and mask, and an adult or late-teens heroine in a bodysuit with segmented army and some kind of mechanical harness from which various robotic limbs extend, carrying her around. She has spiralling blonde hair spilling out from the back of her mask, which bears a pair of glassy camera lenses over her eyes.

    The sky is clear, though the light is fading as the hour grows later. Due to the time of year, though, it is remaining bright later than it would otherwise. With the smell of the sea wafting in from the east, and the pleasant breeze, it really doesn't feel like the kind of day that one expects to take on two super-powered gangs.

    Both heroic groups currently have cover as they observe from afar by various methods, but the time is soon approaching when action will need to be taken.
Corona Arclite Gang wars are something Corona is painfully familiar with. As is things like smuggling and other illicit trading operations. It seems like wherever the foxy gunslinger goes she can root out such troubles. Getting a tip-off or two from the locals just extradites the process a bit for her.

Brockton Bay is really giving her parkour skills a workout though, bounding across rooftops and across building ledges, occasionally using her grappler to swing across gaps too wide for her to leap across. In the end a hop a skip and several jumps get her to Dock area, skidding down a delapitated roof top before hopping off to a more stable structure. That's where she finally hunkers down, adjusting the magnification on her goggles to get a better look at the streets below. Snorts softly as she gets a couple of the Posse into focus. "Well they got the look rawht," she drawls under her breath.

Idly she draws her rifle-like weapon from her back, and from the various belt pouches pulls an additional mod that she installs onto the barrel. Some kind of recoil compensator/choke device to keep the dispersal of her pulsarium powered weapon to a minimum and better for long range shooting. The latter is more evident when she locks a scoping device on, which syncs to both her goggle readout and the calculating device on her arm. With that in order she lays down on the rooftop and waits.

Sniping isn't high on her list of methods to use, but if she can disable a few crooks before having to move in it's all the better. Gang wars rely on numbers, so a little substraction is going to be in order before the problems can multiply.
Doctor Strange      A brightly burning, softly warbling glyph appears in the air before Spring Breeze and her allies. It starts as a line, then yawns open into a stylized eye. The 'eye' looks between Spring Breeze and her allies, flitting between each in turn. It dissipates into a cloud of embers which rapidly fade, and in its spot, someone appears to be cutting through the air with an arc welder. A ring of sparks appears, forming a hole in reality which reveals a frowning man in a wool, navy tunic and a deep red high-collared cloak with a gold clasp. He has a thinly cut goatee, studious emerald eyes, and short black hair which grays at the temples.

     Doctor Stephen Strange steps through the portal, offering scarred and trembling handshakes to anyone he hasn't personally met. "I'm Doctor Strange," says the sorcerer. "Here to help." A brass amulet of some sort rests upon his chest, and at his waist are a few pouches of some mystery material. He's got the magic look down. With a flick of his wrist, the portal he stepped through (apparently from some arid, Indiana-Jones-looking desert temple) dissapears.

     "So," says the Sorcerer Supreme, as he begins making a series of complex, choreographed hand gestures. "Bring me up to speed." His fingers seem to draw that previously seen orange energy from the air with his motions. It looks like he's drawing another eye. "The Posse's doing the vigilante thing. What's stopping them and the Constable from joining the Protectorate?" The eye in front of him opens, and becomes a sort of remote-viewing screen.

     High in the air above them, another glyph appears, the 'viewing' part of Strange's scrying spell. He's using it to try and discreetly track the movements of the Posse, since they're technically the ones poking the beehive here. If any of them look up, it won't be hard to spot a bright orange eyeball, especially as it gets closer to nightfall. "Seems to me like they'd be useful, and uuuusually vigilantes have their hearts in the right place."
Note     Note has not learned much in the way of discretion. Unless explicitly said 'be discrete getting there', well... she isn't. She rockets from the warp gate wreathed in a filmy aura of white-ish Ki that slowly disperses in her wake, propelling herself with great speed through the air, and towards the coordinates provided. She does kill her speed (and the aura vanishes with it) as she nears the place though, hovering over the locale high up in the air with her tail dangling in the air. Unless people are looking skyward as a habit, or have telescopic vision, it'd probably be difficult to distinguish her from a random bird slowly circling over the region.

    "This is the place... has the fight just not started yet?"

    Reaching out with her senses... Note's quickly enlightened as she feels the location of multiple above-average powers - a few vaguely familiar - down below. "Oh. They're gonna ambush... hope nobody saw me coming." It's a good thing she hadn't transformed for even more speed!
Staren     Staren has found his way to the same rooftop as Corona -- a good sniping spot is a good sniping spot, and frankly, Staren thinks that if this gang is killing thousands of people, then they've crossed over the line from 'villain' to 'murderer' in local parlance. Still, he's not 100% sure that local heroes will be cool with this... so he's glad to see a friendly face. "Hey. Glad to see someone else had the same idea."

    He's in his heavy armor, because he doesn't think sniping will be viable for long, and who knows what weird powers they'll have to contend with? He positions himself at the edge of the roof, with his own sci-fi-styled scoped rifle contrasting with Corona's steampunk aesthetic.
Spring Breeze     Corona and Staren are joined shortly after taking up their positions by the man in the military uniform. He just floats up to them and crouches down to not blow their concealment. He's tall, slender, with big gloves on his hands, a distinctly German aesthetic to his cap and attire, but with a mask like a burlap sack between the two. The mask bears a scarecrow-like face. Empty, button eyes, and a stitched-on mouth. "I am the Dead Baron. I assume you are here to help?" he asks, as he pulls a model fighter plane out of his pocket and begins fiddling with it. It seems to be equipped with miniature armament of some kind.

    Spring Breeze and the black-and-gray-wearing young hero go on-guard when Doctor Strange appears, though the lady with the mechanical limb harness just watches with interest, seemingly unconcerned. Hopefully it doesn't draw attention, but the chance that anyone here can detect spatial anomalies is... Okay, actually there's better chances than on most worlds, but no one they >know of< can do that here right now. "Hello~!" the blonde lilts. "Thank you for coming. I go by Toolbox. Over here are Nightstar, and Spring Breeze. They're with the Wards, who govern underaged parahumans so they can use their powers safely, and within the law. Golly, it's interesting to meet a hero from another universe! After things got sealed off, why, I thought I'd never find out what other-Earthers were like! I'm already getting soooo much data!" She claps her hands together lightly, but cuts off the action abruptly when she remembers they're trying to be stealthy.

    "Anyway, um, the thing with vigilantes is, they aren't operating within the law. Some of them are barely distinguishable from authorized heroes, and are recognized as 'unaffiliated', like the Archetypes, but then we have those like the Posse, who are quite mean and don't really discriminate targets or methods. They are more like a super-powered lynch mob than champions of justice! They just want to hurt the people they've decided have done wrong." Toolbox wags her finger and says, "That's no way to be a hero! It's very naughty! Regardless of their intentions, they're basically villains themselves. Extremists tend to be bad news, regardless of what they're extreme about, and even worse when they have power and numbers. Unfortunately, the Constable can give them both of those."

    Nightstar doesn't >quite< relax, but he does seem to accept that this new guy is here to help. Spring Breeze just awkwardly raises a hand and quietly says, "Hi."

    From Note's position she may notice that there's some sudden activity around the warehouse. It's minor. Easily overlooked by someone not paying attention. But someone slips out of the warehouse and says something to one of the guards, who then jogs over to another look-out over in an alleyway. That look-out then starts making their way up the alley to another position, presumably to inform one or more others of whatever they were told.

    The activity doesn't seem to be taking place near the place the heroes are gathered in hiding, so it's possible they may have simply become aware of the Posse. But then why is the communication starting at the warehouse and moving outwards instead of someone on the edges noticing something and passing it along to those in charge?
Staren     "That's right." Staren acknowledges the... Dead Baron.

    He goes back to pretending to look through the sight for a moment, then looks back at the newcomer. "You see how we're set up and don't seem upset. Does that mean these drug pushers have crossed the line into sanctioned-kill territory, or that they haven't and you disagree with the Protectorate?"
Corona Arclite If she hadn't had her hands busy readying her weapon Corona might of jumped at the sudden arrival that came so quickly and quietly she didn't hear him. How close it came to be is evident in her ears shooting up stiff, before twitching in the direction of the voice. When she does tilt her head a bit, she notes the 'model' plane then the uniform, and rolls her eyes a little behind her goggles for a moment as the clever wordplay in the name involving planes and barons isn't lost on her.

"A gang war spillin' out into the more populated parts of the city woul'be a disaster," she replies softly. Then just rolls a shoulder and settles back in with her customized weapon. "Better to stop it before then."
Note     Note was using her senses to keep track of what's going on down below. Every little movement of life energies. When one breaks away from the rest and begins moving away from the warehouse she frowns. That's NOT what's supposed to be happening, right?

    It's suspicious. It's WEIRD. And what's more... it's revealed the position of more of these troublemkakers. "Ah... they're sending a message. I bet that's it!"

    And if that's the case, she's gotta know what it is... or at least put a stop to it.

    Note cuts her Ki usage, and begins simply plummeting to the ground in freefall... only bringing her flight back into use as she's a few hundred feet above the ground, and slowing her descent while trying to stay out of periphery vision. If there's anything like building window ledges to perch on, she'll use those to get a better look. Otherwise... she's forced to remain hovering in the air above the hijinx to investigate!
Doctor Strange      "Yeah," says Strange, nodding curtly to each hero as they are introduced to him. "Nice to meet you all." Toolbox's explanation is received with a slight raise of his brow, though his neutral frown remains. "So--even if you wanted to, uh... deputize them, they wouldn't be a good fit. Got it. Well--"

     Strange momentarily busies himself with casting another spell. This time, instead of a scry-mark, he creates two glowing rings of glyphs which hover before his hands like some sort of mystic bucklers or target shields. The outer portions rotate clockwise around the centers of each ring. "What's the play here? You want these guys locked up, or is just scaring them off good enough? Or are we just running recon today? If it's a bust you're after, I'll wait till the fur starts flying and box everybody in."
Spring Breeze     The Baron tilts his head in response to Staren's question. "There are nonlethal firearms and ways of using them that do not cause lethal damage. With restraint and technique, it is viable to use them. I assumed that you had the means, method, or both, to avoid any unfortunate, and quite illegal, 'accidents'. We do not, as those who enforce the law, have the right to decide who should live and who should die, regardless of the past crimes someone has committed. That is why the justice system exists. If we take the power to decide guilt and punishment into our own hands, we would be no better than they are." He finishes adjusting his plane and then sets it down on the edge of the roof, overlooking the alleys below.

    "I understand that, in war, it may be called for to kill, and that in some environments, the law may be considered a luxury. This is neither of those situations. 'It is easier to kill than to worry about what is morally responsible or legally allowable' is not a position I can accept, even if, under other circumstances, I recognize that the standards may be different. I would not dictate methods to you if our situations were reversed, and I found myself having to abide by the rules of your native environment."

    He then tilts his head as if hearing something. "It appears that it is time to make our move. I hope that you will take the correct action."

    And with that he stands, steps off the roof, and floats down like a ghost directly into the paths of the Posse members. There is a moment of reflexive surprise and panic, but they are well-trained enough to draw their guns in a reasonable quick time frame. And that's when energy struts start snapping into existence around them, pinning their limbs in place and preventing them from taking aim. Triumph at work, with that extradimensional construction power of his. Walls form between each, trying to separate them from each other.

    With the vigilantes unable to fight back, in most circumstances it would seem like the fight is already over. But the thing that makes the Posse dangerous is not the deputies themselves, but that they serve as proxies for the Constable's power. Seconds after they are restrained and isolated from each other, the alley starts to fill with ghostly figures that resemble even more closely men from the Old West than the Deputies themselves. Infact, they might very well >be< the ghosts of such men, as they are half-decayed and rotted-away, spectral husks with glowing eyes and dangling flesh and wisping strands of hair.

    They holler and draw their own guns, trying to take out the Baron as he has made himself the obvious target. The Baron does nothing to avoid the danger as he gets hole blasted through him. He shreds like a paper bag, but remains standing. And doesn't seem to be bleeding. At the same time the model plane he set down near Staren and Corona takes off on its own, propellers buzzing, as it flies out into open air and begins pelting the ghosts with its machinegun. Other planes, likely placed earlier, also take to the air and dive bomb the ghosts.

    The robo-knight charges into the alley from behind, cleaving through the plasmic spooks with an arm-mounted blade while they're distracted. There's several dozen of the ghosts all gathered together in this confined space. Their combined firepower could easily kill most ambushers with a wall of ghostly bullets. Unfortunately, they're all facing one way, and with the Deputies restrained and blocked off from each other, it doesn't appear they can adjust for the multiple-vector attack they are experiencing. Whatever else the apparitions are, they aren't smart.
Spring Breeze     Note's eavesdropping exposes the message! It's in some dialect of Chinese, but with the Multiverse and all, that shouldn't be a problem. They are speaking very quietly as the message is passed from goon to goon, but with strong enough ears, she may pick out the important parts. "The dogs took the bait." Even with the translation effect, the meaning is a bit cryptic. It does seem to imply a trap or deception, but given the reaction in response from each one, it may be that the phrase is some sort of code. None of them seem alarmed, tense, happy, or anything else. They just calmly spread the word, from to the next to the next to the next, and then retreat back to their original post.

    They aren't using radios or cellphones or anything, even if that would be faster, probably to avoid anyone listening in. If not for Note, it would have worked, too.

    Meanwhile, Toolbox says, "Ooo! Ooo! Definitely the last thing! We're hoping to shut this gang down today! Or at least to get their leaders off the streets. Without them, the followers won't have the organization to keep going. If you have mass-containment capabilities, that'd be swell! An ally with that power is already dealing with the other targets, so they couldn't be here. Wow! You're a live-saver!"

    Nightstar seems impatient, as he interrupts to say, "Ma'am, not to be rude, but shouldn't we get started?"

    Breeze remains silent, not having the confidence to speak up like that.

    Toolbox wags her finger at Nightstar and says, "Tut tut! I already have! But yes, it is time for the rest of you to move in as well!" Spider-like machines suddenly start leaping out from concealment, ambushing guards by clinging to them and sticking something into them. The visible guards (they're spread out over a pretty wide area, after all), thrash and twitch for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground, the 'legs' of the spiders firmly implanted in their backs and necks along the spine. After a few seconds, they get back up, spasming and jerking to a standing position and then remaining stationary and not reacting as Toolbox walks out on the tips of her mechanical limbs, heading straight for the warehouse where the big boss and his mysterious client are supposed to be.

    Nighstar and Breeze, after staring for a few seconds, hurry to follow.
Note     Note's not sure what this is all about. But it can't be good. Hearing 'take the bait' DOES make her think like some kind of trap is at play. So she frowns in the air. Focues her energy...

    And BLITZES down to the ground faster than a blink, zwee'ing into visibility right in front of one of the messengers as soon as he's out of sight of the others. Before there's even time to blink or say anything, her elbow is going STRAIGHT for the solar plexus with a sharply controlled flare of Ki behind the blow aimed to simply knock the person out. Presuming this is succesful, she then BLASTS OFF, holding onto the messenger by hauling them up onto her back, given she's much smaller than adults!

    Gotta drag this person over to the others and see what they make of it...
Doctor Strange      "I think I can manage something like that," says Strange. As the machines begin taking the guards out, Strange begins manipulating space. A thrust of his palm shatters the very air around them, sending out a shockwave of what looks like broken glass. As it passes over the guards, nothing seems to happen, initially begging the question--what was the point of that move?

     The horizon seems to shimmer unnaturally. Strange has brought the warehouse and its inhabitants into the Mirror Dimension. The ground surrounding the premises sinks into itself, then winnows away into nothing in a series of kaleidoscopic, impossible shifts. Where once there was solid ground, now there is a 'moat' of empty air which bizarrely reflects the night sky above, complete with copies of the moon and clouds, if they're out tonight.

     Hopefully, that stops anyone inside from making a daring escape. If they can fly or jump really far or teleport, well... then it'd just be a really cool-looking waste of time.
Staren     Staren scoffs. "One, I've /done/ the worrying, believe me. And /two/... Dude, we're here at what we know is their hideout because of what we know they did. The guilt is known. The crimes and their severity are why we're here. They chose to kill thousands of innocents out of greed. At this point, the punishment doesn't matter -- only that the /rest/ of the world will be better off without them. And if so-called 'heroes' think it's more important to fight us, and by extension allow these people to kill more innocents... well, I know what side /I/ feel more comfortable being on."

    He turns back to manning his rifle.

    And then... "Wait, are they... fighting the /vigilantes/?! What the hell?!"

    For that matter... it now dawns on him that Corona is here to stop the posse instead of the gang too. "You gotta be kidding me..." He takes off, flying towards the warehouse. Seeing the guards already spider'd, he kicks in a door to see what's inside. Because it /has/ occured to him that this could be some kind of trap, like a warehouse full of hostages the gang were hoping to trick heroes into exploding.
Corona Arclite "Ah've seen what lync mobs can do.." the fox mutters under her breath. "Two wrongs don't make a right." Even if she was the sort that wasn't against the idea of 'vigilante justice' being from a Wild West In Space colony, she knows there is such a thing as going too far...

If she knew what was going to come up in a few minutes Corona would of probably muttered something about how technically she just happened to set up near the same spot as Staren and wasn't necessarily -with- him even if she did know him. At that point in time, it didn't seem important, especially with fiddling with her own aim as Dead Baron phantoms off the rooftop, and the fighting starts as someone moves in on restraining the Posse.

The gun is big... but she never said it was lethal. Or that even shot bullets, per say. It just thumps loudly as she pulls the trigger to fire, the whizzing of the projectiles through the air lost amongst the buzzing of drone planes mostly likely, until what appear to be various long metal spikes imbed in walls, the ground, and whatever other surface.

And that's when Corona pulls a second trigger, and the end of her weapon opens up like mechanical flower, thrumming to life as the newly revealed emitter lets out a crackle and multiple bolts of electricity discharge from it, homing in on the various spikes it previously shot like lightning to a lightning rod, potentially electrifing anything in their path. The current isn't lethal, but certainly enough to knock someone on their ass if they somehow escaped the restraint constructs, and very likely enough to help disipitate the ghostly constructs.
Spring Breeze     Corona's lightning gun (lightning transmitter gun? It's fancy tech that would fit right into a Tinker's arsenal) is definitely effective in dispersing the plasmic entities. They aren't particularly durable, and with the Deputies separated from each other, they aren't getting that overlapping power magnification that would turn the wispy constructs into a mass of super-fast, super-strong, unliving tanks. And thanks to the confined space, the electrical arcs, the bullets raining down from the planes, the blade work of the robo-knight, and Triumph popping up ramps, walls, and other structures to help shield or provide mobility to the heroes, in short order, there's just an alley with six caged-in goons in cowboy get-up, and a bunch of dissipating plasm, barely clinging to the concrete.

    In a different environment, with less knowledge of the enemy, and without the benefit of keeping the Deputies separated, this might not have gone so well. But as it is, this was a fast, effective take-down. It only took about two or three minutes, though it may have felt longer with all those bullets zipping around. Getting shot at tends to do that.

    With many (but not all) of the guards disabled, the warehouse dimensionally confined so no one can just bust out and run for it, and the heroes on the way, it seems the raid is going well! Then Staren takes off at top speed from the other site, and kicks the door down ahead of him. Note may see Staren while she is busy hauling her captive, as well as the other heroes following in after him, and see where to go from there.

    While Breeze is confused by the sudden change in plans by Staren, Toolbox didn't stop, so she doesn't either.

    They join the flying catman inside moments later, and find what Staren found. Two figures stand in the room. One looks much more human than the other, and doesn't appear to wear any costume. Tall, bare-chested, with pants that'd probably be loose on someone else but stick tight to the muscles this man has, he looks unworried by the arrival of the heroes. Instead he looks... Smug.

    The other figure is a contrast in attire and form. He wears ornate robes of a feudal Chinese official or scholar of some kind, all in crimson, with gold highlights. But what the robe does not cover is a demonic visage of countless overlapping metal plates arranged to leave gaping holes where eyes should be, and a broad, jagged, permanent smile. He stands with his hands behind his back. When he speaks, his voice is harsh and metallic, but still with an identifiable accent. "This was your plan? To have the heroes capture me? I did not think you a man so cowardly as to be afraid to carry out your betrayal with your own hands, Lung."

    The taller man, Lung, speaks in a much more thickly accented voice. "Not so, Xian. They come for you. But they would not let me go free over my information. My involvement is too deep. I will crush you both, and then the Dragons will belong to me." He lashes out with one hand, unleashing a stream of flame from his fingertips to try to cut off the escape route of the heroes, setting fire to the doorway. Already, he is beginning to grow even taller than he already was, scales splitting his skin and forming into overlapping armor not unlike the metal plates that Xian wears on his face and hands.

    Lung's other hand reaches for Xian himself, flames wreathing the appendage.

    Xian, seemingly unperturbed, almost pitying, says in Mandarin Chinese, "Oh, Lung. I thought you smarter than to challenge the Immortal." Then the plates in Xian's armor open and he begins to flood the warehouse with some kind of smoke-like gas... No, not gas.

    His drugs.
Staren     These two look pretty tough. Staren holds out his right arm and fires particle beams at both of them. "Are you trying to stop US from getting away? That's cute."

    As gas fills the room, though, Staren reaches into his bag and tosses a couple of small air tanks and orange-sized blobs to Nightstar and Breeze. "You two need some fresh air? Also, do you have a nonlethal plan to stop them or can I just go ahead?" The blobs start to thin and spread out, becoming emergency spacesuits; if the two protest Staren aborts the blobs' transformation, though.
Doctor Strange      Strange takes a moment to spy his handiwork, observing the cut-off warehouse with a satisfied nod as his allies stream in. A mystic eye burns into existence within the warehouse, granting the sorcerer vision on what goes on within. It looks pretty cut and dry, at first--then Xian appears to try and smoke everyone out. Strange chuckles dryly, shaking his head.

     "That's not happening," he says.

     More of that odd broken-glass look appears in the warehouse. Strange steps through it, and motions towards Xian. Two hands lift up, beckoning the dingy floor to rise impossibly from within itself. Four walls surround the metal-faced drug pusher, followed by a ceiling which slides into place atop the enclosure. Hopefully, this guy doesn't have super strength or a way to get out of that...
Corona Arclite That might not of been what Corona considered for a for a name but 'lightning transmitter gun' certainly fits the bill. Really it's just exploiting a bit of practical science. Electricity isn't the most accurate of projectiles on it's own. But the metal rods that were fired first served the same purpose as lightning rods, especially when Corona was firing from a higher position than them, to draw and then discharge the current, creating the wider electrical field that didn't -need- to be particularly precise.

The weapon fires until a few sparks arc back across it's form and acrid smoke from capacitors burning out spews from it. Corona yowls sharply and drops the weapon, some lingering charge scattering into the air like an static shock as it clatters to the rooftop. Corona shakes her hands, thankfully protected by her reinforced gloves, a few times. "That's why ya always wear protective gear."

The wily fox picks up the smoldering remains of the weapon and dumps it back into her inventory. Going to need a few tweaks to the design, but later. Then she hops over the edge of the rooftop, skip hopping across the top of some of Triumph's entrapping structures like stepping stones before finally dropping to the pavement near him and the robo-knight and presumably Dead Baron is still nearby too.

Gives her gloved hands a dramatic dusting slap together, though that may also be to shake off some of the lingering soot from the transmitter's final backfire. "Guess that worked well 'nuff. Necessity may be the mother of invention... but stability is a deadbeat dad some times."

Then she draws one of the guns from her belts, which expands into a sizable handcannon with a bit of click-a-clacking mechanics. "So what's next that needs bustin'?" Yeah, she could be easily be taken for an odd looking Tinker.
Note     Well this is confusing! As she's flying back, Note sees everyone else just... diving on into the warehouse. The girl sighs to herself. Nothing's ever orderly with this bunch! She flies down and lands near the Warehouse, gently setting down her unconscious captive while her tail lashes this way and that in a clearly irritated fashion. Eventually it curls 'round her waist and she folds her arms.

    "... This isn't working, who'm I suppose to drag this guy too?"

    Absolutely NOISY CHAOS is breaking loose inside the warehouse. "Alright, sounds like some ACTION'S going down in there!" And she could definitely use some actual ACTION...

    She takes a few moments to pull out some rope from a Capsule survival kit, and tie the guy up. Then...

    Leaps in through the door... and quickly sees that some kind of WEIRD VAPOR is flowing off of a guy inside. "... Yuck!"

    With a FLASH of power and a ferocious kiai, Note's engulfed in glowing golden light, transforming into the spiky, golden-haired Super Saiyan form. The air currents shift as RAW POWER flows from her, pushing the drugged air further away. Some of it, anyways... this is hardly a scientific approach to blowing it away, and in fact it's bound to create counter-currents due to creating a low pressure zone...

    "Why's everyone just RUNNING IN?"
Spring Breeze     Lung does not seem immediately affected by the drugs except that his aim, which was directed squarely at Xian's head, seems to be off by several inches. The flames engulfing his hand, combined with his mass, still results in clipping the mane of overlapping blades with sufficient force that 'the Immortal' decides to back up rather than stand his ground. Breeze summons wind and tries to circulate it around the group of heroes to keep the chemical vapors from reaching them while Staren distributes additional safeguards.

    "I don't know what you mean by 'just go ahead', mister, but we don't have a license to kill! I'm pretty good with integrated systems, so you don't have to worry if you get a little exposure. I can separate out the foreign elements." Toolbox replies as she darts out into the narcotic mist on her robotic limbs without apparent concern for exactly what exotic effects the mixture might have on her. That seems a bit reckless, since 'living walking alchemical laboratory' is a power that makes Xian able to manufacture pretty much anything he wants, but maybe she knows what she's up against better than everyone else does.

    Nightstar curses a bit under his breath as he now has to contend with an ally hidden in this soup while trying to take aim on the enemy. He has what appear to be alternating pure-black and pure-white shuriken in his hands, ready to throw, but no target as visibility sinks to almost nothing. He seems startled by the blob trying to consume him but seeing as Breeze isn't protesting, instead just focusing on keeping this pocket of clean air around them like they're in the eye of a hurricane.

    Walls rise up around Xian suddenly, making Lung turn and snarl. He looks far less human than when everyone entered, now have a distinctly reptilian or draconian physiology. He is taller, his flames seem much hotter, scales have continued to split and cover his skin, and he has talons protruding from his fingers and toes. He even has what appears to be the beginnings of wings growing on his back. Whatever hallucinations he was experiencing under the drugs' effects, he is fighting them off better than most probably would, perhaps as an element of his power. He sweeps a flamethrower stream across the room, trying to take the entire side of the warehouse where the heroes entered.

    Note pushes through the flames that cover the entrance and seems to be trying to do the same thing Breeze is, though the shockwave of force more disrupts her efforts than aids them. She does detect the change in air pressure and temperature a bit early and yell out, "Get down!" to everyone right before Lung's flamethrower arrives.

    Meanwhile, the walls of Xian's prison seem to be dissolving from the inside out as he switches to some sort of caustic substance, rendering concrete flooring brittle enough for him to push his arm through and emit a jet of some foul, black gas towards Lung's face.

    Lung doesn't seem to respond well to it, his aim and his ability to breathe both going haywire as he hunches over, hacking and coughing, and his pyrokinetic attack swinging wildly up towards the ceiling.

    Meanwhile, the full-of-holes Dead Baron collapses as Corona approaches, a second Dead Baron 'inflating' and approaching from behind cover and leaving his old form lying on the ground. The planes have all landed somewhere. The robo-knight advances slowly to rejoin the group, making sure there's no surprises waiting, like sudden enemy reinforcements, or someone holding one of their ghosts in reserve to shoot a hero while their back is turned.
Spring Breeze     Triumph walks down a ramp that snaps into existence like a glowing set of construction kit toys. Joints connect, new lengths extend out of another dimension, and the construct ratchets downwards until the Archetype member is back on the ground again. "Thank you for your assistance." he says. "Unstable technology isn't unusual. Sometimes stability is indeed a trade-off one has to make for effectiveness." He then holds up a hand to the side of his lion-like helmet.

    "I don't see any sign of others." the knight says. "But it seems odd that a strike force of only this size would be sent after a major threat like Xian. It feels off. Not like the Constable to not go all-in. Why be sparing now when his greatest strength is numbers?"

    Dead Baron says, "There may be other factors at work here that we do not yet--" he pauses with Triumph holds a hand up, though both he and the robo-knight seem to be hearing something over their own comms too.

    "Just got word from Toolbox." he says for Corona's benefit. "Seems they could use some help at the other site. More firepower than we were expecting. Let's head over there now."
Doctor Strange      Lung's gout of fire catches Strange by surprise, and he feels foolish--why did he not expect the guy who looked like a dragon to breathe fire? He thought Breeze yelling 'get down' was directed at some /other/ hero. A hasty, yet ungraceful attempt to avoid it is made, the sorcerer quickly conjuring a portal to redirect the brunt of the attack away from him. Fire still sears the sleeves of his robes despite this, painfully burning the flesh beneath.

     A brief, brisk cooling mist shoots from his fingers, extinguishing the flames on his arms, and he takes a step forward to counterattack. The Sorcerer Supreme's arms move in choreographed, circular patterns which suggest the motions of a staff without one actually being present. A two-handed palm thrust, and the glyph-rings upon his hands shine brightly, emitting a rapidly widening length of blue light.

     The concussive blast races towards Xian's crumbling prison. If containment won't work, he'll just have to try knocking the guy out.
Corona Arclite "Darn rawht," Corona agrees with Triumph, with a grin. Though the moment of amusement doesn't last long, there's still a lot going on.

"Pro'ly has more than one agenda to worry 'bout would be my gue--" Corona is answering the knight and the baron, but pauses when Triumph indicates he's getting a message. Which turns into a request for help.

"--guess we'll figger it out later," she shifts gears quickly though. "Ah'll go see. Someone make sure these varmits don't get 'way somehow when we turn our backs on 'em." She's dealt with enough gangs to be just genre savvy/paranoid enough to know a backup 'rescue' is still possible.

With her customized firearm ready in one hand the vixen whips up the other and shoots out a grappling cable from the back of her glove. It snags another rooftop and with zippity zing she's off and away! It's got enough pull to catapult her just past the edge of the roof, letting her parkour a few strides to leap to the next and shoot another cable to grab onto something else. The combination of swinging, rappling and a jumping can get her to the second confrontation faster than following the street below would.

As she gets closer an alarm goes off from her analytical device as the sensors pick up various chemical anomolties in the air. As she reaches a landing point she grabs the bandana around her neck and pulls it up over her muzzle. Not quite as effective as a full gas mask, but she doesn't have time to go rummaging to scrap one together. "Hoo boy. Already a helluva hootenanny goin' on here it seems."

... Who even uses words like 'hootinanny' anymore?
Staren     Staren frowns as he sees one of his beams bent wide by a warp in space, but when he sees what Strange is doing he doesn't complain. When Staren was planning to kill gang members, he'd assesed the situation as an entire gang of superhumans. But now it seems there are only two -- the heroes outnumber them, and Staren's robot body is at least fairly resistant to attacks, although the guy chemically destroying concrete is concerning. And the two idiots actually want to stay and fight here instead of escaping! So, Staren's willing to let the locals try to do the nonlethal takedown thing.

    He figures the villains can take a hit from his weapons though, they look tough. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of a dragon-man through the fog, and at Breeze's warning, crouches low, then drops prone when he feels the heat.

    As energy wings appear on his back and buzz, lifting him to his feet, he sees Corona arrive and reaches into his bag, putting away the laser rifle and drawing out a submachinegun and another spacesuit. He tosses the latter at Corona, and then turns the former on Lung...

    ...but it's the underbarrel launcher that fires. Tiny, pen-sized missiles explode into globs of rapidly-expanding, then hardening open-cell foam. Staren's trying to seal up Lung's mouth. Even if it works, Lung can probably burn it away, but it might buy them a few seconds of him being unable to use his breath weapon.

    "It's not as bad as I expected. Thought there'd be more people, but seems one of the bosses was gonna backstab the other one." He fills Corona in.
Note     "Accccck!" Not much to do except DUCK As advertised. Note realizes her efforts to push away the yuck aren't doing much, and so drops to the ground with a panicked squawk. It's a good thing she wrapped her tail 'round her waist...

    "FIRE?! He's gonna burn the place down like that!"

    Staying low, she actually starts a WEIRD kind of movement, springing forward like a beast on all fours, using pure momentum to tuck in her legs at high speed and keep springing forward, scampering UNDER the flames... and at the last moment she slaps a hand against the ground, spins about, and SPRINGS around into a KICK TO THE BACK... aimed right at Lung.

    "Down you go!" She IS holding back... but not too much. That's gonna hurt.
Spring Breeze     Staren's beam weapon drills a hole in Lung's shoulder while he's hacking and coughing. The foam coating over his mouth makes said coughing harder on him, but also keeps even more of the alchemical drugs from getting into him. He's still growing, his entire body almost completely covered in scales now, his vestigial wings unfurling and expanding. He's well over 10 feet tall, and closing in on 15, and he has claws on all of his fingers and toes.

    An armored lens seems to be growing over his eyes, keeping any further poisons from irritating the already-bloodshot orbs, and worst of all, his pyrokinesis doesn't seem to be based in his mouth at all, so he is still engulfed in an aura of flames that is getting larger and hotter to match his growing size, and he's still free to direct fire bolts and flame thrower streams from his claws. The inside of the warehouse is quickly escalating from oven to incinerator.

    Even the hole in his shoulder appears to be regenerating closed. If he's a regenerator, that might explain why he's faring so well in this chemical soup that Xian has created. And if his self-healing escalates along with his body, in the same way his pyrokinesis seems to be getting stronger as he grows... Lung might honestly be a big enough problem that he doesn't need the back-up.

    Breeze can't do much with her with wind powers with the heat Lung is giving off disrupting her efforts, but thankfully the spectacle Lung is making of himself makes him a big target for Nightstar to start chucking alternating-color black and white shuriken at him. The black shuriken seem to generate orbs of stationary absolute darkness where they hit, while the white shuriken do the same but with blinding light. Soon, there are clusters of light and dark all around Lung, making it so that he not only can't see, but is stumbling from being in total darkness to painfully intense light. The foam over his mouth is indeed starting to burn away, aided by clawing at it with one hand, since his other is busy shooting fire at everything and everyone, since he's immune to his own power and can afford to. He doesn't see Note because of the alternating forms of blindness until after she kicks his hulking form in the back, sending him to his knees from the impact, but his senses appear to be quite sharp because he instantly orients on her voice and lashes out with his wings behind him, fanning his pyrokinetic flames outwards in a wave to try to ward her off.

    Where's Xian in all this? He was smashed by Doctor Strange's concussive wave, hurling him backwards despite all the heavy metal covering him. And yet, climbing to his feet, he likewise appears to be confident enough in his power that he can take on both the increasingly deadly Lung and a team of heroes. If the two of them worked together to fight the good guys, they'd be a nightmare. Instead, there's just total chaos. Strands of webbing-like material keep gooping up and trying to bind Toolbox's mechanical legs as she darts about on them, firing tazer darts from a forearm launcher, but other robotic arms busily snip the lines and try to apply some kind of dissolving agent.
Spring Breeze     Green ichor starts leaking from the metal plates of Xian's body as pooling on the ground, where it turns into an emerald fog on contact with super-heated warehouse floor.

    Triumph stayed behind to watch the Posse members and wait for heroic reinforcements, but Corona, Dead Baron, and the robo-knight are here.

    The knight says, "Lovely. Lung is a heavy-hitter. Just what we needed. He's the type who gets stronger the longer he fights. Either we take him out now, or we get out. He'll return to his normal form and size eventually if he doesn't have anyone to fight, but I don't know how long it'll take."

    Getting in close with a dragon-man covered in fire doesn't seem to thrill him, but he raises his left arm and produces some kind of energy shield from the forearm of his armor, while the forearm blade on his right becomes shrouded in an energy field. "Decide fast. I'll try to at least make sure he can't move as freely." So saying, he then charges in, braving the inferno to try to slash the backs of Lung's knees through the armored scales, and getting a flaming claw swipe aimed at his head for his trouble.

    Dead Baron says, "Well, this is certainly above my paygrade. But I wonder if..." He then floats up into the air towards the smoke-and-chemical-mist-filled rafters to pursue something or else.
Corona Arclite Corona strides into the warehouse confidently.... only to have the dramatic moment ruined by a yelp as she dives and rolls to the side to avoid a stream of fire. The tumble continues until she's back up on one knee. "And here Ah was worried we'd missed the fun," she drawls. Staren calls to her and tosses something along with his explaination, the later she grabs and activates. Saves her the time of digging her own equipment out of her inventory in that regard. "Much ablidged." The heat wouldn't bother her too much, being a desert dweller, but keeping that noxious fog at bay is definately a benefit.

With that settled she pushes up onto her feet. "TAke 'em down fast huh? Gonna need some more firepower fer that." She pulls a small mechanical cube out of her inventory device and holds it up with a smirk. "Fort'nately Ah brought some." The cube it tosses with a flick of her arm, skidding off to the side of Lung before clattering to a stop.

Only to go into different flurry of motion of moving, clattering parts and clicking gears as it pops out clamps to anchor to the ground, the rest of the device shifting up to lock into place as a moderately sized gun turret. With no organic eyes or lungs to be irritated by the fumes it easily swivels to lock onto Lung and open fire, peppering the dragon with staccato bursts of gunfire. Built for support fire in Brimsteel's volcanic deserts, whatever metal its made of seems to not suffer much from the sweltering heat, either.

Corona pulls a second similar cube, this one being tossed towards one of the warehouse walls, where it likewise anchors itself and unfolds to belt bursts of gunfire at Lung from a different direction. Beating him down fast means overwhelming him with as many sources of damage output as possible. At least as far as she's concerned.
Note     Despite her own transformation, Note's taken utterly by surprise when her target turns into... some kind of DRAGON? From her angle, it's hard to really tell. But a wing in the face, and lots of fire, has her shielding her face with both arms and still getting blown back and scorched nastily. Breathing is now pretty hard, what with the vapor (though, being pushed away by Spring Breeze, that's less of a problem) and the increasing heat and flame stealing away oxygen...

    But she's dealt with worse.

    "Stronger and stronger you say...? This I've GOTTA see!" Note's taking the knight's warning ENTIRELY the wrong way. Slamming her fist into an opposing open palm, she wraps her tail 'round her waist... and DIVES IN at the growing beast-man-thing with a BUMRUSH of wild, blurring punches, trying to bowl the beast over!
Staren     Okay, Lung doesn't need to use his mouth to spit fire but gunking it up is at least /annoying/ him. Staren glances around to see how the others are doing, but they seem to be handling themselves. He turns his weapons on Xian now -- blasting particle beams to try and weaken the armor, and if Xian's body is exposed he'll follow up with taser gel bullets from the SMG.

    "Do you /actually/ want him taken down or do you care more about leaving him alive? Answer fast!"

    He tries to maintain a missile lock on Lung through the spots of brightness and darkness, ready to fire a half-dozen miniature anti-tank missiles at the guy if the heroes' plan for live capture has fallen through. Given their success so far, he's continuing to extend them a chance to try.
Spring Breeze     Suddenly, the sprinklers turn on. Why they hadn't activated sooner is unclear. Maybe Lung sabotaged them. The result isn't dramatic. With all the heat Lung is putting out, and the flames being produced by powers rather than being natural flames, it's not as though the water spraying down from above is going to 'put him out'. But it reduces the spread of the flames, washes some of the contaminants out of the air, and seems to react poorly with the emerald fog engulfing Xian, causing the mist to veritably explode, knocking him off his feet..

    Staren shoots Xian, first with beam weapons, then with taser gel, making the Immortal jolt and jerk, especially when Toolbox closes in with robotic limbs equipped with a variety of cutting instruments that she attempts to apply to the armored parahuman's prone body.

    Corona riddles Lung with bullets, forcing him to lash out wildly, still unable to see properly from the mix of chemical irritations and balls of light and dark floating around him, and Nightstar tosses out a barrage of light and dark shuriken at both Lung and Xian to obscure things further. Note dives into the wall of fire surrounding the huge, 15-foot tall Lung, now more than dragon than human, to engage in fisticuffs (hopefully she can tolerate the intense, plasma-like heat), the robo-knight takes one more swipe at Lung's knees with his energy-encased blade and then ducks the hell out of range with his shield raised to absorb a burst of flame.

    Breeze hasn't been doing much except trying to manage a very localized area free of gasses, buffeted constantly by the heat waves and churning air currents produced by Lung, but she seems to be gradually drawing the edges of the gasses inwards, compressing them from the walls inwards, shaping it all by creating an air cushion between the building and the cloud, and now the evidence of that is showing as it gathers into the center of the room, focused around Xian and Lung.

    Dead Baron descends from above, aiding Breeze by using his power to further compress the cloud of drug-laced fumes at a faster rate. Lung seems to be succumbing to the pure saturation of the chemicals in such confined space, the flames petering out and the dragon-man collapsing. Xian seems to still be active, but Toolbox is welding his armored limbs to the floor, and gunking up the openings in his armor with something that Xian isn't having any luck dissolving.
Corona Arclite The auto-turrets may not be bothered by the environmental heat Lung's powers are producing, but a direct hit of firey melee is a different matter. The thrashing and flailing about stomps accidentally on the one on the floor, crushing it to mechanical bits. The one on the wall is out of range of the lashing out though, and continues to rattle off it's bursts of fire. Lung is blinded, enraged, and keeping him guessing which direction he's going to get attacked from is an advantage even if the turret isn't the most potent attacker.

Corona herself keeps her distance from the rampaging dragon-man. She's no direct melee fighter, and he's already got a Sayain getting up in his grille. Instead she's holding back, taking stock of the situation a bit more thoroughly.

They need to wear him down before he gets strong enough to fend off Note, and keep his regeneration from undoing any crippling wounds that would end the fight. There's one thing both of these would take, and that's energy.

Corona taps a few quick calculations into her analyzer, then mmhmms softly. The vixen is fussing through her inventory with one hand ntil she finally pulls out cylindrical object with additional piping and ducts on it. This she tinkers with briefly, then with her other hand draws her oversized gun and locks the cylinder over the barrel and twists a locking ring into place. "That... well, only way to find out how good muh luck is innovatin' today!" Corona grips the weapon in both hands, and as Breeze and Dread move in to focus more of the noxious fumes on Lung points it at the dragon-man and pulls the trigger... and nothing happens.

More accurately, nothing immeadiately visible happens.

But with a few tweaks to the modification device that's used to keep a large calibre weapon from overheat from continues fire Corona has turned it into a heat sink. And with it attempting to drain the thermal energy away from Lung's form. Not just to weaken the fire and heat he's creating, but if it's caused by his powers rather than natural flame, there's a good chance forcing it to expend more energy on the heat being loss is going to take it away from other powers he may have.

Like regeneration. Anything to make Lung succumb to Note's pummeling and the toxins faster.
Staren     Xian goes down and the local techie starts restraining him. Seems like that's handled. The gasses aren't a risk to Staren since he's a robot at the moment. Staren turns his focus to Lung now. What he'd LIKE to do is chuck explosives at the guy until the regeneration burns out, but with Note fighting hiim in melee, Staren needs more precise weapons. He'd use his laser rifle but the visible cloud might deflect it. So in that way the gasses still /are/ a problem...

    So he swaps magazines on the SMG, equipping smart bullets capable of hardening against armor and then softening and spreading in flesh, and just tries to fill Lung with as many of them as possible whenever Note does something to make her position clear. He's still firing the beam cannons, too.
Note     BAM BAM BAM! Note's relentlessly hammering her fists into Lung's draconic body... which seems to be keeping him subdued, along with the others pummeling him. And yet the heat's getting worse, and worse, and WORSE for her. Even her own aura can't protect her from the scorching updrafts for long. Between the heat and the smoke, and a RUSH OF NOXIOUS CLOUD wafting in, Note's forced to abandon her attack. She rockets backwards and away from Lung, hits the ground hand-first, and backward-flips to her feet in a skid maneuver to put some distance between her and the mess while coughing her lungs out. "It's too hectic in here!" She complains, rather loudly, and very unsure what to make of what she's seeing.

    Though, in a hint of spiteful anger, she thrusts a palm forward and fires a single solid bolt of blue-white Ki from her hands towards what he HOPES is Lung's gut, hoping to force him to lose his breath and have to inhale what's clearly some kinda noxious gas.
Spring Breeze     Under the deluge of turret-based gunfire, Staren's submachinegun with armor-piercing rounds, and having to determine the positions of Note and the robo-knight harrying him with his superhuman hearing since his vision is obstructed by spheres of dark and light, and taking energy blasts to the torso, all while asphyxiating on a drug mist with who-knows-what-kind-of effects programmed into it by Xian, all while Corona siphons off his pyrokinetic energies, making it easier for those in melee to keep dealing damage until it all just overwhelms him.

    He collapses to his knees from the severed tendons in his legs, courtesy of the robo-knight's blade, and then from there onto his face. Xian's drugs suppressing Lung's regeneration did the heroes a huge favor. The monster is downed. He'll need medical treatment as soon as possible, but he's already starting to revert from his draconic form.

    Xian, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be able to do much once peeled out of his armor. Toolbox is hovering over him like a bizarre spider, injecting him over and over with a combination of different concoctions from needles at the ends of her mechanical legs, almost like getting repeated spider bites from a spider the size of a motorcycle. She kind of has to, since Xian can generate whatever the hell kind of alchemical nonsense he wants to cure himself, most likely. He might even be able to heal himself, the way that Lung can. If Lung hadn't betrayed Xian, then the so-called Immortal could have devoted all his attention to coming up with horrendous chemical weaponry to throw at them.

    In the end, they sabotaged each other, allowing the heroes to bring them both down. The chemical mist doesn't seem to be vanishing just because Xian is now drugged into a stupor, so everyone is advised by Toolbox to keep their protection on.

    "I'm taking samples of all this to make sure there's no lingering side-effects. It wouldn't surprise me if he paired some kind of corrosive enzyme with microscopic drug bundles so that they eat through filtration systems and then erupt long after we're out of here." Toolbox explains, as she starts inspecting everyone, her robo arms doing several things at once.

    Speaking of robos, the robo-knight turns off his shield and the energy field around his blade, nodding to Note, and then moving back towards where most others are gathered. "I don't believe I introduced myself before. I currently go by 'Black Knight'. It was good to be able to work together with such skilled fighters. I've learned a lot from observing you."

    Spring Breeze goes to wipe her forehead but then remembers there's both a suit and a mask in the way. "Uh, yes. Same. I mean, thank you." She pauses and then adds on. "For the help, I mean. Not that I... Did much. You all did most of the work." Then she forcibly shuts herself up, trying to adjust her aviator goggles through the space suit.

    The grin on Toolbox's face, covered as it is by a welder-mask-like head piece, is audible through her voice tone. "We should just be glad Bakuda wasn't here too. We don't need someone who can make Tinker-tech bombs in the middle of all this chaos. Gosh, just imagine!"

    Nightstar, breathing heavily after all the throwing he did, just looks around at the fire that the sprinklers are struggling to put out, probably imagining whatever weirdo bombs someone could make with technology decades ahead of the current era. "Yeah, that'd be fucking awful."

    Toolbox whips around and wags a finger at Nightstar. "No swearing!"
Corona Arclite Corona Arclite laughs at the mention of bombs. "Even AH know better than to set off explosives in middle of vol'tile fumes. So the--" Corona stops as her arm device beeps at her in warning tones. Eye darts towards her weapon with the heatsink mod still attached. Now trying to contain all that pyrokinetic energy it syphoned off Lung. Her ears slick back a little.

"Uuuh, one of y'all that Ah already introduced to," a vage gesture towards Dread Baron and the others she'd help put the lync mob out of commission, "fill them in. Ah... uh.. gotta go deal with Necessity's deadbeat dad Stability notshowingupbeforeitbecomesamajorproblemgoodbye!"

At which Corona turns and runs out of the warehouse as fast as her dash boosters can go, to dispose of the overheating charge of pyrokinetic energy before it melts down. Literally.
Staren     When Toolbox points out the possibility of delayed-release chemicals, Staren comments, "Noted. I'll have this body thoroughly decontaminated."

    "You're welcome. I apologize for thinking you were fools putting your citizens at risk by not killing folks like these at large; Your competence and efficacy at nonlethal capture is to be commended. Still, I hope that in the most dire of circumstances you would do what needs to be done... and also that you'll reform your policies involving that Cooler place."

    He realizes he also didn't introduce himself to everyone. "Staren Wiremu, Hand of the Concord." He holds out a hand. "Good to work alongside you."