RE: Otaku Melee - Steelport
08-06-2012, 04:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-06-2012, 04:59 AM by Elpie.)
Superman flew towards the wreckage at 1.3SB*, the optimum speed for flight in a low-traffic sky. Telescopic vision registered six dead dead, two still trapped. The apathetic-looking types in the glowing suits were doing open combat with the police. This was no good.
Superman landed right in the street between the criminals and the police officers, hoping to surprise them enough to draw all their fire for a few moments and stop them from killing each other while he did what needed to be done. He inhaled as hard as he could and exhaled carefully, his Arctic breath putting out the flames around the survivors and then--
One of the Deckers caught Superman right in the skull with the full charge of her plasma gun, knocking the wind (literally, the wind) out of the Kryptonian. The flames roared. "Hmm," she said aloud. "That should have fried hi--"
The Decker took an elbow to the gut and went down. The others raised their weapons in retaliation against the red-and-blue blur of violence, but for the most part found them either ripped out of their hands or melted into useless metal by, one of the gangsters later swore, lasers shooting out of the man's eyes.
Within ten seconds all the Deckers were down. The police, meanwhile, were standing around and looking confused and a bit scared. The fire roared.
Another gas tank went off just as Superman moved in for the triumphant rescue on the couple in the car, knocking him back a bit and frying them both. Superman took a deep breath and tended to the wreckage.
Some seconds later, having put out the fires, pounded out his frustrations on the metal, and laid the bodies out respectfully out of the public eye, Superman turned his attentions back to the police. "Bit of a mess out there," he said, sounding more angry than affable.
"Mm," grunted one police officer, slapping his cuffs on one of the Deckers. "Thanks for the help... whatever you are."
"I'm Superman. I'm here to help." The superhero took a glance back down at the Deckers. One of them was bleeding through his shirt. "This one's hurt," he pointed out. "He needs a hospital. I can take him."
The cop glared. "He'll get the care he needs... when he talks."
Superman narrowed his eyes. "I don't know how you do things here in Steelport, officer, but where I come from we have a right to remain silent. Not to mention a right to emergency care. Please. The rest of these guys are all yours, and I can't say they don't deserve it."
The cop shifted his arm in a way that was supposed to remind Superman about the gun he was holding. "Listen up, freak," he said. "This is our crime scene and our city. We know how to do our jobs. Now take your cape where it's needed... or wanted."
"This man's suffering. He could die. I can't allow that to happen, on a cop's watch or a criminal's."
"Oh," said the cop. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize he was suffering. Here, let me take care of him." The officer raised his weapon and fired a bullet at the Decker's skull.
Superman caught the bullet in his palm, a bit awkwardly. He genuinely had not seen that coming. He turned and slapped the weapon out of the officer's hands. "No more deaths!" he roared as the other cops, seizing their chance, opened fire on the hero.
Superman grabbed the cop by the throat and then immediately dropped him, because eggplants do not have arms to grab cops by the throats with.
*Speeding Bullet, or 1200 m/s
Superman landed right in the street between the criminals and the police officers, hoping to surprise them enough to draw all their fire for a few moments and stop them from killing each other while he did what needed to be done. He inhaled as hard as he could and exhaled carefully, his Arctic breath putting out the flames around the survivors and then--
One of the Deckers caught Superman right in the skull with the full charge of her plasma gun, knocking the wind (literally, the wind) out of the Kryptonian. The flames roared. "Hmm," she said aloud. "That should have fried hi--"
The Decker took an elbow to the gut and went down. The others raised their weapons in retaliation against the red-and-blue blur of violence, but for the most part found them either ripped out of their hands or melted into useless metal by, one of the gangsters later swore, lasers shooting out of the man's eyes.
Within ten seconds all the Deckers were down. The police, meanwhile, were standing around and looking confused and a bit scared. The fire roared.
Another gas tank went off just as Superman moved in for the triumphant rescue on the couple in the car, knocking him back a bit and frying them both. Superman took a deep breath and tended to the wreckage.
Some seconds later, having put out the fires, pounded out his frustrations on the metal, and laid the bodies out respectfully out of the public eye, Superman turned his attentions back to the police. "Bit of a mess out there," he said, sounding more angry than affable.
"Mm," grunted one police officer, slapping his cuffs on one of the Deckers. "Thanks for the help... whatever you are."
"I'm Superman. I'm here to help." The superhero took a glance back down at the Deckers. One of them was bleeding through his shirt. "This one's hurt," he pointed out. "He needs a hospital. I can take him."
The cop glared. "He'll get the care he needs... when he talks."
Superman narrowed his eyes. "I don't know how you do things here in Steelport, officer, but where I come from we have a right to remain silent. Not to mention a right to emergency care. Please. The rest of these guys are all yours, and I can't say they don't deserve it."
The cop shifted his arm in a way that was supposed to remind Superman about the gun he was holding. "Listen up, freak," he said. "This is our crime scene and our city. We know how to do our jobs. Now take your cape where it's needed... or wanted."
"This man's suffering. He could die. I can't allow that to happen, on a cop's watch or a criminal's."
"Oh," said the cop. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize he was suffering. Here, let me take care of him." The officer raised his weapon and fired a bullet at the Decker's skull.
Superman caught the bullet in his palm, a bit awkwardly. He genuinely had not seen that coming. He turned and slapped the weapon out of the officer's hands. "No more deaths!" he roared as the other cops, seizing their chance, opened fire on the hero.
Superman grabbed the cop by the throat and then immediately dropped him, because eggplants do not have arms to grab cops by the throats with.
*Speeding Bullet, or 1200 m/s