"My role is to coordinate efforts between the exhausted first responders and the exhausted knights. None of the rooks were available as they're busy trying to figure out where Dr. Apocalypse is based. To that end we've instigated a holding action, to slow down whatever comes."
"Amaranth, Nightmare, Oscillator and Onyx are waiting to follow whatever is sent back to it's base. We've got The Wizard, Laurielle the Zarthan, Morpheus the Morphoid, and Shard backing them up. What we need are people who might be able to hamstring whatever technological terror arrives at noon. I think you're those people."
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:08, Mon 13 June 2022.

“Evidently, we are those people, yes” Agent 9 looks at the man for a moment wondering about all of the Chess references. ( OOC does he know anything about a group like that? ) And then motions for his team to gather up. “ Ok everyone, we are pretty much on our own here as everything else that might possible be in support is down or engaged elsewhere for the time being. My thought is that we need to scot the area and find the most logical approach and set watches, maybe the local police can give us a sky watch with a chopper but we need to be able to find places to spot from where we can see the whole area. Any thoughts? “

Opting for a second snack, as this was going to take awhile, The Zenith took a bear claw, smothered it in pickle relish, and folded that into a nice, large greasy slice of New York style Hawaiian Pizza. Within moments it was gone. She gulped down a pitcher of foamy cheap-arse beer, and let out a loud, unladylike belch, agains covering her mouth.

"Oh, ex-cuse me. Wow."

Squatting on the asphalt, she folded her legs in an awkward looking position, closed her eyes, and began to breath deeply.

PM

Saber regarded Zenith with its photoreceptors as if trying to decipher what she was doing with that strange combination of foods.

Then with a mechanical whir, the 'head' of the mech rotated towards Agent 9.  He'd asked if they had any ideas.

"...no," it replied after a long, awkward pause.

"We don't really know what's coming or how, so what direction will we look?  It could fly.  It could swim.  It could teleport. I don't know."  The mech actually shrugged, servo-arms out palm up in a very human expression.
This message was last edited by the player at 01:05, Mon 13 June 2022.

Agent 9 looks from one to the other for a moment before saying “ok then you two rest here and I’ll take care of it. “ he turns back to Bishop and asks, “ is there any police copters that can watch for an aerial approach for whatever is coming our way! “ After waiting for a reply he sets off to scout the area looking for good coverage points, possible ambush sites and decent site lines so when the fecal matter does strike the rotary oscillator they have the best response.

"All air traffic has been routed around the city's airspace, and every radar of any note is watching the sky. There are spotters on the rooftops all around. We've even got men in the sewers... well, the ones that aren't flooded."

Rock Star finally decided to make his entrance, walking to the door of the jet and slowly floating up into the air while waving at all his adoring fans.Well maybe they all were not fans but there had to at least be a few or even one among all those that were her. Truth was he had fallen asleep on the flight up and had just awakened.

Drifting over to where Zenith and the others were. "So how long before this Captain Cataclysm is suppose to show us his power?"

Looking up at Rock Star, The Zenith smiles, and unfolds from her position. Rising to her feet, she stretches.

"No clue, but they had snacks!" She gestured to the table. "To be real though, we could do nothing about his his big storm, nut sure why they think we can do anything now."

Saber-7 just hunched down and appeared to rest, its photoreceptor wide as it listened to the others.

Whatever or whoever was inside, declined to comment yet.

Agent 9, Rock Star, Saber 7, and The Zenith settle in to wait for Dr. Apocalypse's reveal.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 07:06, Tue 14 June 2022.

All things being equal, I will be on the corner of 44th and 7th, on the edge of block D

Saber will wait on the upper left corner of 'S' block.

Agent 9 will wait at the end of D and F where Broadway crosses

Rock Star will stay close to the center of things. High enough up to keep an eye out all around.

Noon is approaching, and Rock Star (along with a few of the assembled first responders) notices a large something approaching from the east. Some sort of robot, over sixty feet tall, lands in the center of Times Square.

This message was last edited by the GM at 03:02, Tue 21 June 2022.

Seriously large, The Zenith realized this thing was probably why they were here, though for all she knew, such things were common in Time Square. She waits to see how the others react before moving in.

OOC Can I get a description of some kind? Human shaped, mecha-godzilla, giant spider?
This message was last edited by the player at 03:23, Thu 16 June 2022.

Saber-7 craned its head and its photoreceptor widened in awe.

"Oh snap!"  It intoned in a mechanical voice as it regarded the titanic robot six times its height.  WIth a mechanical whir it unfurled its gauss cannon from its shoulder.

The robot is bipedal, roughly human in form, and some sort of grayish metallic alloy. It ignores all organic life and begins to tear at the billboards where 7th and Broadway meet in the western portion of Times Square.

Destruction of billboards seemed like a public service to The Zenith, who continued to wait for a cue from the others before starting a melee that, while satisfying, might cause real damage. In particular she looked to Agent 9 to see what his feelings were about the proceedings.

Agent 9 steps fearlessly out into the middle of the street and whips out his ID holding it up to the giant mech “ Halt and surrender in the name of the United Sates government. Pursuant to the code of mechanoid conduct section 3 paragraphs a through f you are hereby ordered to produce your documentation or you will be detained. “

Saber-7 regards Agent 9 and shakes its head.  "Gonna get himself killed," it muttered.  Then it deployed its ground-effect wings and fired up its jets.

Rising off the ground a couple feet, it skated forward towards the massive robot, taking aim with its gauss cannon.  It just paused long enough to see if it would ignore, step on, or comply with Agent 9.

The bold actions of Agent 9 impressed The Zenith, it seemed foolhardy, but was certainly courageous.

Rock Star dropped down to about head height of the robot but well away for the moment. Using his control of sound he amplified his voice so the others could hear.

"Well this is the biggest thing Times Square has ever seen. Though I think it's a bit late for the Ball Drop."

A grin spread across his face as the music kicks in.




OOC: Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc6f_2nPSX8

Despite what might be expected, the behemoth ignores everything except the buildings.