Volume 1 Issue 3 Ex Camera Thread :: Not for Players
Apr 28, 2017 12:02:53 GMT -8
Post by jazzisblues on Apr 28, 2017 12:02:53 GMT -8
JustUs #Heroes
Volume 1 Issue 3
#ExCamera
*** WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING *** IF YOU ARE A PLAYER YOU MIGHT WANT TO STOP HERE BECAUSE WHAT FOLLOWS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS.
“What is that place?” It was hard to see the face of the man who spoke, only a vague impression of a man of medium size in a dark suit, his hairline receding back from his forehead wire framed spectacles perched on his nose reflecting the light of the screens, making it impossible to see his eyes.
The technician tapped keys on the keyboard bringing up information on the location, “It’s the Shady Rest Retirement Home, Sir.”
On the screen, a red tinged display, high in resolution but low in depth showed the front of a park like residence for the retired heroes of Halcyon City. The perspective was from overhead, a flying drone, one of many that continuously patrolled Halcyon City, keeping watch on … well, pretty much everything.
The teenagers had gone into the building after a brief stop outside where the retired hero, “Dynamo,” was trying to fly and managing at best a short hover, “Why would they go there?” he leaned forward as if trying to see into the building to figure out what they were up to? “Assets in the rest home?”
A young woman, pert, fit and eager dressed in what would be a non-descript business suit of dark color stepped to his side, a tablet computer in hand her fingers already dancing over the screen, “Three Sir, two for over-watch on the patients, and one for monitoring the status of the high risk patients.”
“Activate over-watch one, we need to know who they’re talking to and what’s being said.”
Perfectly manicured fingers danced over the screen with light clicking sounds sending tasking orders to one of their agents in the rest home, an indicator on the tablet turned from yellow to green as the agent acknowledged the order, “Over-watch One is in play, Sir.”
“Sir,” continued to watch the view from the drone, waiting for further information to become available. These teenagers were likely the latest in the rash of people to begin displaying powers of one sort or another. That was not unusual for Halcyon City. However, it was the responsibility of the Zeus Corporation to monitor such emergences, to catalog their abilities, their origin, to determine what danger they posed to the people of Halcyon City, and ultimately, if necessary, eliminate them if the danger they posed was too large.
The group of teenagers reappeared from the building making their way across the lawn towards the street. One of them, the Hispanic girl, , looked right at the drone.
“Sir,” the technician reported with some alarm, “one of them has spotted the drone, should I withdraw?”
“No, leave it in play,” he watched as she turned building energy and launched herself towards the drone trying to grab it out of the air. The drone’s artificial intelligence dodged and managed to evade the grasping hands, though she fell out of sight of the camera in doing so, “Drone’s altitude?”
“Fifty feet, Sir,” the technician noted checking the display.
The drone re-oriented itself and focused on the ground below once more showing the girl picking herself up from a rough landing that shattered a 10’ section of the sidewalk, another thing for Sir to note. The other three were now looking at the drone as well, the other girl extended her hand and warning lights lit up on the drone’s status display indicating a problem with the impellers that kept it aloft. The view dipped and spun crazily as the drone crashed towards the ground then stopped, the horizon of buildings tipped at a vertigo-inducing angle. The teenage faces spun into view as something or someone turned the drone over.
“Audio,” Sir commanded.
The tech tapped a key and the speakers crackled to life.
“I know that symbol,” one of the girls, the jumper by the accent, was saying, “it was on the truck that box of pop-tarts fell off of.
“It was on the trucks that showed up when I found that meteorite too,” a male voice, “Does anybody know what it is?”
General murmurs in the negative indicating that they did not.
“We need to get this thing back to the lab,” the male voice once more.
“Kill it,” Sir commanded, they couldn’t risk these kids finding their way to this facility because they managed to find something out from the drone.
“But Sir, the blast radius is …”
“Kill it!”
The tech keyed the destruct sequence, and watched as the view spun crazily and then flashed to snow, “Signal lost, Sir.”
“Well, they aren’t stupid,” Sir, mused to nobody in particular. Whoever had been holding the drone had reacted quickly when the destruct warning tones had gone off, “Foolish, and probably naïve, but not stupid.”
Volume 1 Issue 3
#ExCamera
*** WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING *** IF YOU ARE A PLAYER YOU MIGHT WANT TO STOP HERE BECAUSE WHAT FOLLOWS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS.
“What is that place?” It was hard to see the face of the man who spoke, only a vague impression of a man of medium size in a dark suit, his hairline receding back from his forehead wire framed spectacles perched on his nose reflecting the light of the screens, making it impossible to see his eyes.
The technician tapped keys on the keyboard bringing up information on the location, “It’s the Shady Rest Retirement Home, Sir.”
On the screen, a red tinged display, high in resolution but low in depth showed the front of a park like residence for the retired heroes of Halcyon City. The perspective was from overhead, a flying drone, one of many that continuously patrolled Halcyon City, keeping watch on … well, pretty much everything.
The teenagers had gone into the building after a brief stop outside where the retired hero, “Dynamo,” was trying to fly and managing at best a short hover, “Why would they go there?” he leaned forward as if trying to see into the building to figure out what they were up to? “Assets in the rest home?”
A young woman, pert, fit and eager dressed in what would be a non-descript business suit of dark color stepped to his side, a tablet computer in hand her fingers already dancing over the screen, “Three Sir, two for over-watch on the patients, and one for monitoring the status of the high risk patients.”
“Activate over-watch one, we need to know who they’re talking to and what’s being said.”
Perfectly manicured fingers danced over the screen with light clicking sounds sending tasking orders to one of their agents in the rest home, an indicator on the tablet turned from yellow to green as the agent acknowledged the order, “Over-watch One is in play, Sir.”
“Sir,” continued to watch the view from the drone, waiting for further information to become available. These teenagers were likely the latest in the rash of people to begin displaying powers of one sort or another. That was not unusual for Halcyon City. However, it was the responsibility of the Zeus Corporation to monitor such emergences, to catalog their abilities, their origin, to determine what danger they posed to the people of Halcyon City, and ultimately, if necessary, eliminate them if the danger they posed was too large.
The group of teenagers reappeared from the building making their way across the lawn towards the street. One of them, the Hispanic girl, , looked right at the drone.
“Sir,” the technician reported with some alarm, “one of them has spotted the drone, should I withdraw?”
“No, leave it in play,” he watched as she turned building energy and launched herself towards the drone trying to grab it out of the air. The drone’s artificial intelligence dodged and managed to evade the grasping hands, though she fell out of sight of the camera in doing so, “Drone’s altitude?”
“Fifty feet, Sir,” the technician noted checking the display.
The drone re-oriented itself and focused on the ground below once more showing the girl picking herself up from a rough landing that shattered a 10’ section of the sidewalk, another thing for Sir to note. The other three were now looking at the drone as well, the other girl extended her hand and warning lights lit up on the drone’s status display indicating a problem with the impellers that kept it aloft. The view dipped and spun crazily as the drone crashed towards the ground then stopped, the horizon of buildings tipped at a vertigo-inducing angle. The teenage faces spun into view as something or someone turned the drone over.
“Audio,” Sir commanded.
The tech tapped a key and the speakers crackled to life.
“I know that symbol,” one of the girls, the jumper by the accent, was saying, “it was on the truck that box of pop-tarts fell off of.
“It was on the trucks that showed up when I found that meteorite too,” a male voice, “Does anybody know what it is?”
General murmurs in the negative indicating that they did not.
“We need to get this thing back to the lab,” the male voice once more.
“Kill it,” Sir commanded, they couldn’t risk these kids finding their way to this facility because they managed to find something out from the drone.
“But Sir, the blast radius is …”
“Kill it!”
The tech keyed the destruct sequence, and watched as the view spun crazily and then flashed to snow, “Signal lost, Sir.”
“Well, they aren’t stupid,” Sir, mused to nobody in particular. Whoever had been holding the drone had reacted quickly when the destruct warning tones had gone off, “Foolish, and probably naïve, but not stupid.”