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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 8:58:02 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Dec 31, 2006 4:31 PM
Barbara gave a small laugh. "How am I going to even get to the cave with the city in the state that it's in?
"The streets are sure to be clogged and--"
She stopped a moment and vigorously turned to her keyboard, typing in commands to allow her to see if the Batcomputer was online.
Success.
"Gotta love those generators.." she muttered
"If it gets too bad, Dinah... I'll..." she sighed thinking about it.
"I'll... leave my body here... like I did months ago when Braniac 'blessed' me with my new ability...
"It... could be risky though. If the building collapses... and my heart stops beating..."
She cut herself off, not saying anything more.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 8:59:19 GMT -8
Black Canary Posted: Dec 31, 2006 4:39 PM
"lets not go there...." I head to where Gypsy is supposed to be. "oracle I don't see gypsy...In fact I don't see much of anyone...."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 8:59:41 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Dec 31, 2006 4:49 PM
"If worst comes to worst... that'll be my only option."
The eye strain was starting to set in. Her head was now pounding.
"Keep your eyes and ears peeled--"
She heard static.
"Dinah?"
She attempted to find her signal again. "DINAH!"
Little did Barbara know, the OMACs has descended onto mid and South Gotham. Their speed, their numbers seeming to multiply as the seconds past.
Screams of those few surving people rang through the streets when they looked skyward, taking note to the blackened figures that swam above them.
A young woman with a baby pounded against a door near where Black Canary was rushing past.
"HELP--!! HELLO--! HELP me please!??!" The screams of terror from the woman seemed strained.
She was trapped under a collapsed janitor's closet she rushed under for saftey before the building. She was lucky enough to survive, however the lifeless baby that lay in her arms wasn't so lucky. "HELP!!!"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:00:01 GMT -8
Black Canary Posted: Dec 31, 2006 4:55 PM
Suddenly the line goes dead. Oracle.....Oracle!? Dinah stops when she hears screams for help. She quickly makes her way to where the sound is coming from. Opening the door she finds a young woman with a baby trapped under some wreckage. She quickly helps the woman free herself
"Are you okay?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:00:26 GMT -8
Calculator Posted: Jan 1, 2007 4:20 AM
It was glorious. Completely beautiful. He never knew what pleasure could be had from this kind of destruction, but now he knew why so many villains seemed to enjoy it. The power that one felt, it was like being God.
Flying over the city he hovered over the Iceberg Lounge. Looking down he noticed what seemed like a firefight between the Penguins men and the GCPD. Perhaps he should have let Oswald in on the plans. If so, he could have used the sympathy generated as the mayor of a destroyed city to become governor or a senator. Now? Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. Calling a dozen OMACs to his location, he sent ten of them to assist the hired goons against the police. Two others came with him, not that he needed the guards now, but one could never be careful.
Flying through Cobblepot's office window, the glass exploding inward and covering most of the room, he spotted the Penguin and smiled. He was sure the little bird man was angry and would now be shocked at the silver skined, eye glowing cybernetic flying Calculator in his office. Perhaps he'd think before he tried using that umbrella. One could only hope.
"Hello Ozzie. I think that we should talk about Gotham."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:00:49 GMT -8
Robin Posted: Jan 1, 2007 8:53 AM
Tim Drake was sitting at his kitchen table with his father and step mother. They were having a small New Year’s Eve party with a few of his father’s friends. Nothing special. Just a regular party. Despite what Tim had told his father, that he should lie low since Cobblepot seemed to have his name on a dark list, Jack Drake insisted on having a party.
It wasn’t much of a party though for Tim. He kept worrying and he wasn’t sure why. Bruce asked him to patrol tonight because it was New Year’s. Something bad always happened in Gotham on New Years. Joker, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow any crazy whose ever been in Arkham had at least attempted to destroy Gotham on New Years. Around one o’clock Tim was headed out for patrol, just a few more minutes.
“Tim, come in the living room sweetie, ” he step mother Dana called pointing to the TV, “Don’t you want to watch the New Years countdown?” she asked sweetly.
Tim gave a half smile and pushed himself away from the table. “Yea, I’m coming.” He passed his Dad who gave him a look of ‘cheer up now or regret it later’. Leaning against the couch, Tim watched as the room started to countdown with the people on TV.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—
BOOM!
The TV screen filled with flames and the house shook sending the guests falling to the floor. Tim slipped and got up quickly with shock.
What the Hell was that? he thought to himself with shock. Oracle… I gotta call Oracle. We have a huge problem…
Standing up, Tim was about to run off to his room when he felt his father’s strong grip hold him back. “Timothy! Where do you think you’re going?!” he asked harshly as he held onto his wife. “You’re not going out in that mess! Look outside!” he said pointing to the window, a dark cloud looming over Gotham.
“Dad, let go! I have to!” Tim said ripping his arm free and leaping up the stairs. He ran over to his closet and grabbed his communicator dialing in Oracle.
“Oracle! Oracle?! Report! What happened?!” Robin asked as he stuck on his mask, getting dressed in record speed. “Are you okay?”
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:02:36 GMT -8
The BatPosted: Jan 1, 2007 11:45 AM For the last three weeks Batman had been working at a fever pitch. The message had come through from Oracle of Nuttler wanting to turn himself in. He had estimated it to be a ruse. Once the word from the street came in of a "Calculator" mounting some kind of a warehouse robotics plant Batman had suspected the worst, New Years was coming. Now, as the sweat rolled down from under his cowl he continued his interface with the OMAC and Brother Eye. True, Batman had wiped the info of the JLA and all heroes from the OMAC's AI main bank but these read outs showed something far more grave. He had all he could handle countering Noah's moves as Batman navigated the sub constructs of the OMAC "brain". Noah was at least his equal in the ability to hack a system. But Noah lacked Batman's resources. Days ago, upon finding Noah's intent, Batman's alter ego struck a dangerous bargin with WayneTeach Dept of Neurology. Stating he needed a direct feed into the stock market, he signed off on and became the test subject for a CPU implant which could be jacked into his office mainframe. Batman had de encrypted the codes and allowed Noah to gain the access he needed to Brother Eye. He made it particularly difficult so as not to arouse any suspision. Batman also knew the devastation he would have to allow to have Noah believe the New Years assault was truely chaotic. Acceptable loses they called it. He allowed the building of the 1000's of Mobile Omac Units (MOU'S), Batman would need them once Noah went viral. The stitches itched and burned at the implant site and Batman reached back to touch the port which now protruded from the right side of his head. He turned now to the 15 Batplane mobile units he would use to rescue the heroes during the first moments of Noah's onslaught. He ran a quick, final diagnostic on the planes, switched the Batcave's systems over to the generator and flipped on the Wi Fi linked cameras in downtown Gotham. Batman reached down to the top of the console of the Brother Eye computer bank which crackled with life and retrieved the Neural Net input jack which would connect him to all that Brother Eye and OMAC are and ever would be. He had reasoned with Brother Eye that Gotham must survive. Order and Chaos. It was logical. He and Gotham represented the Order to which Chaos must respond. Anything else is disorder. He watched now as the ball dropped and hell was released on earth. Dispatching the planes, the first would go to the Clocktower. Batman then plugged the jack into the port and was blinded by brilliant flashes of color and symbols and intense light. He seemed to lift off then and saw everything. "Saw" Noah inject himself, "saw" the devastation unfolding. Then, in what occurred to Batman as an impossibly panoramic view of Gotham, he realized he was ONE with the OMAC. 10, 000 MOU's forming a single vision in a arcing scope across the city.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:03:06 GMT -8
Prometheus Posted: Jan 1, 2007 12:17 PM
Grinning from ear to ear, the mercenary assassin known as Prometheus watched as the New Years ball exploded. Having the knowledge of what was going to happen, he had made sure he was well out of the way of any shrapnel or fireballs. Since that was all over, he was doing what he did best. Killing. Tonafa in hand and the fighting skills of the Bronze Tiger in his helmet, he dispatched those that were downtown to watch the ball drop that hadn't been killed out right. His theory behind it? Kill enough and eventually the heros would come. He was hoping for Batman, he owed the caped crusader for his last defeat. But he'd settle for anyone.
Snapping the neck of a police officer that was trying to calm and direct the wounded panicing crowd, his eyes were drawn to a blonde across the way. Unless she was one of Gothams 'nightlife' the black leather and fishnets ment she was someone that he would quite happily settle for killing. Black Canary, an operative of Oracle. Also with a 500, 000 dollar price on her head placed there by Kuttler himself, well that was nice too. "Sweet. I knew tonight was a goodnight for more then just pointless slaughter and mayhem." He had heard quite abit about her skills and while he was sure that she wasn't on par with the Bronze Tiger, he added Richard Dragon and David Cain to the mix as well. Better safe then sorry he always said. Crushing the skulls of two police officers that must have thought they could attempt to arrest him he began to make his way across the street. Oh yeah, real good night.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:04:23 GMT -8
Captain Boomerang Posted: Jan 1, 2007 12:45 PM
The world hated Owen Mercer.
Ok maybe that was a little harsh but still. He was in Gotham for less then a week and found himself in the middle of the end of the world. Things blowing up, lots of things, and the sky filled with what appeared to be flying people with mohawks. When they started landing though, it became alot more clear what they were. After all, as Captain Boomerang he might not get JLA updates or hang with Superman, but he could still watch the news. And as good as he thought he was, OMACs were a little out of his league. As much as he'd love to use that logic to just save his own backside, that nagging little voice in the back of his head told him to help. Maybe he was crazy or maybe ........ no most likely he was just crazy and stupid. Grumbling, he finished tying his scarf around his neck, just in time to see an OMAC land and move towards a small group of teens. Narrowing his eyes, it hit him that if the news got it right they only attacked metahumans. Since none of those scared kids started ripping cars apart or shooting lasers out of their noses, they were twice the bad news he thought. Fricking great. Pulling and explosive boomerang, he flung it directly at the constructs back. While the explosion could take out an armored car, it didn't do much but get the cybermonsters attention. Greeeeeeeat.
"Hey you over grown smurf! Why don't you pick on someone who can fight back .... kinda."
Oh yeah, he had better witty comments. Something about fighting OMACs which are made to take on Captain Marvel didn't fill him with super hero confidence. Wipping out another explosive boomerang, he flung it hoping for a better outcome. Watching it dodge and appear a foot in front of him wasn't exactly it. Panicking, no it was more like a strategic freak out, he grabbed the first 'rang his fingers touched and, as it reached out, just plunged it into the first target he could see. The glowing red eye. As it turns out, it was one of his razor 'rangs and as a nice bonus the eye wasn't as tough as the rest of the body, demonstrated by how easy his weapon sank in, sending the OMAc to the ground in a lifeless lump. Blinking, he checked to make sure his pants were still dry, then put on a cocky smile. Ok, so maybe the world didn't hate him so much.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:04:39 GMT -8
Black Canary Posted: Jan 1, 2007 12:46 PM
Dinah helps the girl she seems fine but the baby does not. She quickly looks around and finds a paramedic. Dinah quickly flags down the paramedic and he gets to work.
"you and your baby will be fine" She smiles for assurance and looks around to see where she is needed.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:05:04 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jan 1, 2007 2:43 PM
The woman smiled to Black Canary as she offered a hand to her. The baby that she continued to hold was still lifeless, but the woman had no idea. She was just grateful that someone came to her air.
Standing, with her knees bleeding, she gently hugged the woman that saved her life. "Thank you." she muttered before she hurried off in the direction to where she could see the AMR's flashing lights.
Barbara, still trying to re-establish her connection with Gypsy was still sketchy. She had nothing, not even a blip on her radar.
Was it possible that maybe she phased into unconciousness?
It was a rare possibility, but it has happened before.
She should have a signature that someone close by can pick up on...
At that moment, Tim's voice came through.
"TIM! Thank the Gods you're alright." She was definitly glad to hear his voice. She ignored his question and continued.
"Calculator basically unleashed a city-wide armageddon. Downtown Gotham is in flames, my equipments are picking up shockwaves in regular intervals across the city. Gas lines right now are my biggest worry. They're fueling the fires."
From her monitors she witnessed a wall of flames shooting out and through the cities sewer systems, rocketing to the surface.
"Gotham's starting to resemble Apocalypse."
Homing in on Tim's location, she frowned. "Tim-- you need to get your dad and Dana to saftey. Something underground-- like a basement-- they'll be safe.
"The fires and mass of rogues running about the city is the least of our worries.
"We have OMACs to deal with." she paused. "About ten-thousand of them."
Switching channels, she buzzed Batman, tapping in on his visual specks. Judging by the movement she was seeing on screen, she at least knew he was doing okay.
"Status." She didn't bother asking. Not in a time like this.
Another incoming call.
The fun didn't seem to letup, that was for sure. A small smile curved to her lips as she heard the voice come though. "Good to hear from you Green Lantern. What's your ETA?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:07:29 GMT -8
Slade Posted: Jan 2, 2007 2:01 AM
He hated holidays. Never had liked them. Addie had always liked new Years, so did the boys. Slade Wilson however couldn’t stand the wretched holiday. Celebrating a new year? A new year of what? Crime, murder, destruction? Yea… sounds like a great thing to pledge to.
Slade Wilson simply hated holidays.
And currently, he hated Nightwing and Robin a bit more than anyone else right now. They had taken his daughter away, even after he had gotten her back, she ran to them like a lost puppy. Slade was not pleased.
In fact, he was furious.
And that’s why one of his first attacks on this fine New Year’s celebration would be on Robin and Nightwing. However, since Grayson was in jail, Boy Wonder was first on his hit list.
Currently Slade Wilson was hidden near the Drake residence waiting for red and green pants to run out to help Oracle save the day. But he’d have to get past Slade first. He’d break his other arm this time and rip off the first one. Loading his gun, Wilson chuckled and took aim inside the house as the confused party guests wondered what had caused that huge explosion in Gotham Square.
Taking careful aim, Wilson pulled the trigger and after the sound of glass was heard to screams erupted followed by panic from the others.
“Two down, five to go, and a little bird boy and family left, ” he mused to himself shooting off another guest.
Oh yea, Happy Goddamn New Year.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:07:55 GMT -8
Robin Posted: Jan 2, 2007 4:48 AM
“Figures Calculator is behind this, ” Robin grumbled slipping on his boots as his father stayed close by his side. “Alright, I’ll get everyone in the house down to our basement and then I’ll be on my way by R-Cycle. I won’t say my ETA because if we’re dealing with about ten-thousand OMACs, God only knows my hands are going to be full. I’m calling the Titans; we’ll start getting this cleaned up. I’ll get in touch once I start to head towards the city’s main gas line. We need to take care of that first, ” he said quickly to Oracle making sure he had everything in his utility belt. He looked up and saw the worried look on his father and step mother’s faces.
Pausing from his talk with Oracle, he turned to his parents. “Dad, before you say anything… I’ll be fine. Lemme talk to Oracle… okay? Please just—”
He was about to finish when two gun shots irrupted through the air. Screams of panic from downstairs filled the Drake household and Tim went pale. He jetted down stairs and turned sharp as he reached the bottom.
Dana screamed loud in his ear and Tim heard his father curse. Two of their friends were lying dead on the floor. Tim took a sharp breath.
“Everyone! Get to the basement! NOW!” he ordered ushering people downstairs. Dana was in tears and Jack grabbed his sons arm.
“Dad please get into the basement. Please…” Tim begged. “I’ll be fine. Use the communicator I gave you to keep in touch. Call Oracle if you need to. I have to go.”
Running upstairs and shutting the basement door Robin looked around to see where the shooting came from. The front bay windows were broken meaning the shots came from out front. Ripping out a bird-a-rang, Robin hurdled one to the front lawn to see if the shooter would take the bait and also to see if he or she was still around.
Slowly the Boy Wonder open the front door and emerged, bird-a-rang in hand. “O, it’s R. I have a problem. A unidentified shooter has killed two people in my house. I’m investigating it if nothing turns up, I’m headed to the gas line…” Robin said looking around carefully.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:08:37 GMT -8
The BatPosted: Jan 2, 2007 4:52 AM He was no longer Batman. Not as the heroes would recognize. He was intergrated into Brother Eye, in truth, he WAS Brother Eye. When Batman had created the AI program he had laced it, unintentionally, with his love...and loathing of Gotham. It was the loathing that Nuttler sought to exploit. As Batman became further integrated, the sub construct called Batman by a new name: ONE, OMAC NEURAL ENTITY. ONE was now "feeling" the physical connection to his robotic self. ONE saw as the units landed and, at first, was unable to stop the pre programmed mission to destroy. But not now. Now ONE saw the scramble outside the Iceberg Lounge. Saw the attempt to crush those Batman knew as allies. Reaching down he grabbed a robotic handful of the Penguins men and dispatched them and stood between the GCPD and a figure ONE recognized as Prometheus. ONE could do all things at once as He linked to the remote Batplanes to rescue the heroes; one to the Drake resident, one to the Clocktower. ONE felt His power expand.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:08:57 GMT -8
Slade Posted: Jan 2, 2007 5:27 AM
Slade sat in the bushes changing guns and making sure it was ready to shoot. He already saw the boy running down the stairs dressed in his red and green clad attire. The Boy Wonder was ready but Wilson had the advantage. Robin had no idea that it was Deathstroke in the bushes waiting to kill him.
He pulled out a small pistol taking careful aim as the Boy Wonder threw a bird-a-rang. Oh no, Drake… if I was some small time shooter I’d fall for that… Slade chuckled to himself re-aiming his gun right to the boy’s head.
With a small smirk, he pulled the trigger and grabbed on of his bo staffs. The bullet wouldn’t finish Drake off.
It was more like the warning shot.
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