Necessary Evil

non - aligned forces

Entropy takes another step forward!
I’ve been encouraging Lev as he was instrumental in killing Mayor Perez to examine the possibility that he could harness more powers then he was currently utilizing. Quercus and I, being dramatically altered in appearance, were forced to take the time to refine the control of our powers just to fit in. Lev was skilled before he was powered so he never had to take the same approach to surviving in this occupied world. Lev’s enhancement was dramatic. He went from a skilled sniper to a sniper who could could force control his bullet impact into a burst of kinetic energy.
Entropy reconnected with the Morlocks who promised us assistance and before we could meet the supers assigned to help us we were retasked by doom to run a arrand for him and met him in an abandoned hanger the held Doom’s cloaked transport ship which we boarded enroute to an unknown destination to rescue the former first lady and daughter of the late president.

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the watery grave!

WHOO HOOO HAAA HAAA! The Liquidator and Entropy have struck their first blow for the freedom of the human race! With Gigas and Malic gone missing the remaining members of our illustrious order put together a bold plan to see the visible servitors of visori put down starting with the Mayor. lev and I found a lovely vantage point on the mayor usual motorcade route and after killing a couple delivery drivers we safely placed Lev where his skills could be put to best use. Quercus set up a road block of plants and with those few moments of confusion Lev was about to one shot the mayor. We all fell back to the sewers for some light celebration and after some soft jazz music ushered us off to sleep the Liquidator awoke to a Fin standing over me with nullifier guantlets and my partners already cuffed. Being super sonic has its advantages! I quickly freed them both and after a brief physical exchange then ended in a stalemate we retreated further to the old headquarters now laying in rubble. We told Dr. Doom of our exploits and impressed upon him that we aren’t hiding anymore, let them bring in director Fury, his life expectancy my dramatically decrease upon arrival.

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GIGAS DIARY OF SMASHING ENTRY 2

DEAR DIARY,
GIGAS HAS BEEN PLOTTING THE DEATHS OF THE ALIEN SCUM FOR SOME TIME NOW. GIGAS THINKS WE SHOULD HOLD ON TO THE OUT SIDE OF THEIR PUNY SPACE CRAFTS AND SNEAK INTO THE MOTHERSHIP AND CRUSH ALL THE BEINGS INSIDE MUAHAHAH. NOW THIS WAS HARD FOR GIGAS TO THINK OF BECAUSE BEING SNEAKY IS USALLY FOR THE WEAK SISSY FOLK. SO TO MAKE UP FOR THIS LACK OF MANLY GIGAS WANTS TO SMASH UP THE UNDERGROUND BASE THAT MALIC SPOKE OF (PUNY GIRLY MAN MAY HAVE SOME USE AFTER ALL) AND BURY THEM HEHEHE! GIGAS WILL BURST FORTH FROM THE ELVATORS CRUSHING AND PULVARIZING ALL SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS RWAAWRAWRAWR!!! THERE WILL BE CHORUS OF DRUMING AS ALIEN TITTIES FLAP IN THE WIND AS THEY RUN LIKE LITTLE GIRLS!!!
GIGAS HAD SOME TIME ON HIS HANDS WAITING FOR THE WEAKER MEMBERS OF THE PARTY TO RECOUPE AFTER RAIDING THE CITY HALL BUILDING. WHICH BY THE WAY WAS SUPER EASY. TO THINK THOSE MAGGOTS THINK THEY CAN STOP ALL THAT IS GIGAS HAHAH I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THEM TRY. OH RIGHT SO WHILE WAITING GIGAS TALKED TO PLANT MAN AND HE SAID TO TRY TO CALM MYSELF BY WRITING POEMS, GIGAS THOUGH THIS WAS SILLY. BUT GIGAS GOT BORED AND MALIC WOULDN’T LET ME REMODLE HIS HOUSE (GIGAS THINKS IT NEEDS MORE OPEN SPACE, MAYBE REMOVE A FEW WALLS) SO GIGAS WROTE A HAIKU POEM ENJOY.
SMASH FACE GOOD DEATH (5)
MANY FOES CRUSH IN SQUISH PUDDLES (7)
FOR GIGAS PLEASURE (5)
GIGAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SMASH COUNT 8 HOMERUNS 2

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Lets get Dangerous!

the northpoint public safety building… the most secure place in Star City and the seat of power for mayor Perez the Visori collaborator… KABOOM!!! was that a knock at the door? Or was that Gigas tearing down your house? Perhaps a round from Lev’s rifle just exploded an inch inside your forehead It could be Quercus surrounding you in a tomb of deadly spores? Maybe it was Malic making you imagine it all?? Or just maybe it was your friendly neighborhood Liquidator slamming your office door behind you. Now that we’re alone we should discuss where we can find your friends…

The Liquidator awakes from a dream that would soon become the mayors nightmare. For a moment everything seems right with the world, like before the aliens ever came but that peace melts away before the Liquidator can even reform into his usual doggish humanoid shape. “I’m still in the sewers at the Morlock encampment.” Quercus was still sleeping a dozen feet away with Colossus nearby standing guard. “We did well today.” the Liquidator reflected on the major conflict of the day at the public safety building. The visori and secor we’re prepared but failed all the same to repel us. We also fought a sewer monster thing that Quercus’ minions put down without much problem. “I wonder what we’ll do tomorrow?” That sense of peace returned and without realizing it the Liquidator had formed oversized spiked shoulder pads framing his hound head. Robert remembered something he overheard Tony Stark saying as he passed by his office. He was talking about arch reactor technology with Bruce Banner and was referring to the start up sequence on production Mark II reactors. “Once the palladium ions start chaining, boom! the device reaches critical mass in like, 000.32 nano-seconds after that there’s no stopping it.” Robert dismissed the comments at the time as nothing more then techno-babble but now reflecting on them as the Liquidator he felt more insightful. My powers have increased more over the last three days then in the previous six months. “Perhaps i’m reaching critical mass, and if thats the case even Tony Stark agrees… there’s no stopping it.” With that Liquidator allowed his new armaments to dissolve as he lowered himself into an expanding pool of water. “See you tomorrow Visori.”

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The Breaking of Malic
My whole life…….i thought i had everything figured out. I always had a grasp on what to do next, who to talk to, what to fence, what to say and when to say it. I just don’t know what to do now. For the first time in my life i am uncertain.Hell i’m not even sure i remember who i am or what i looked like before all this happened. 25 years went by in a blink of an eye. So what now? I don’t know what happened to me in the base. It….wasn’t me. I’m not sure exactly who it was. But i can remember……someone manipulating me. Someone changed me into this person and the memories are slowly creeping back. I had a family, a wife, kids. They erased all of it. They made me this thing, this……tool. I, malic reynere ……nothing more than a tool. Hahahaha. They’ll pay for this. All of them…every one…everything that had any part in this!!! They wanted a monster? I"ll show them a monster….. Fuck the aliens, fuck omega,fuck the morlocks, fuck the people of this city and fuck this damn world. I have to find out what really happened. Whoever can help me do this is my friend i guess. Whoever did this to me is a target. Do i even have any friends? Do i have any allies? Serves me right i guess.

I’ve lost every thing but in the end none of it was mine to begin with.How do i wash this blood from my hands? How do i atone for killing hundreds of men, how do i rebuild the thousands of lives i’ve destroyed? This whole time i have been fighting my own people…….all the things i could have done to turn the tide for us. I’ll make up for it. I guess i have have no right to search out my own needs until i atone for my past. I vow to fight these alien shits til my last breath. My life begins right here, right now. All i want is to regain a little back of what was stolen.

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Progress Report #1
It's gonna be "Lev" for awhile.

Sirs,

My apologies for not filing this report sooner. Also, my apologies for not completing my assigned mission. Seeing my task through remains my primary goal, but I am now operating under circumstances that add considerable challenges.

The top of the Valu-park garage offered an even clearer shot than I was expecting. The clear, windless day was better weather than I was expecting. And the Senator choosing to chat for so long in front of the Conquistador’s Club was even dumber behavior than I was expecting.

What I did not expect, however, was for the toll booth clerk to follow me up the garage. In the future, please provide me with correct local currency. I do not keep track of these matters.

So I took care of a temporary annoyance. Unfortunately, this clerk must have had some previous contact with our “Guests”. No sooner than he hit the ground, than a patrol appeared from the clouds to arrest me. If I knew that would happen, then I’d have used that shot on the Senator.

In shackles on the transport, I was more annoyed at myself for not taking advantage of a clear shot than I was worried about my situation. I suppose the worry would have came, if not for the sudden appearance of the famed Latverian, Dr. Doom. He released myself and five others. Unfortunately this rescue did not come without a price. I will not annoy you with the details, but I am now obliged to perform certain tasks for Doom. I would take measures to escape this responsibility, but… it’s Victor Von Doom.

The others appear to know each other. They are an eccentric group and stand out like a sore thumb, but their abilities are not to be underestimated. I hope this leads to a quick resolution of the tasks assigned by Doom. For then I can devote all my energies on the elimination of that worthless collaborator, Senator Chip Athatokis.

One more thing- The identity with which I left my house was “Lev Sidorsky”. I confess that I’ve not studied as well as I could. In fact this led to a tricky situation where I met a “fellow Russian”. Fortunately the circumstances were stressful enough to hide that my accent sounds, as my dialog coach put it, “like the bastard son of a Georgian and a Siberian goat.” If I knew what was to happen, I would have left for the mission as Declan McCallen. I could write novels of his stories. So, get rid of the Lev Sidorsky identity. I feel it will be of little use after this. And I do not want the organization attached to it.

I will report again as the situation permits.

-Manceps

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WHAT I SMASHED

DEAR DIARY,

THIS PAST WEEK I HAVE SMASHED MANY THINGS. FIRST I SMASHED THE FACE OF A GROUP OF SISSY ROBOT MEN, BUT ONLY AFTER TELLING THEM HOW THEY WERE AS FAIL AS THEIR FATHERS CONDOM. THEN I SMASHED SOME PITIFUL CEMENT WALLS BECAUSE THEY WERE IN MY WAY. HEHEHE SILLY WALLS. I RESCUED SOME PRETTY GURL AND SOME OTHER PRETTY GURL TOO. THE OTHER ONE RAN AWAY CAUSE SHE WAS FRIGHTENED BY MY SUPERIOR MUSCLES AS SHE SHOULD BE. I LET HER RUN AWAY BECAUSE NO ONE ACTUALLY GETS AWAY FROM ME UNLESS THEN LEAVE AS GROUND MEAT HAHAHA SMASH!!!!
I MET THE GUY IN A MASK NAMED, IS MASK WAS NOT A GOOD LOOKING AS MINE AND HE IS VERY PUNY BUT IF HE SHOWS ME THINGS TO SMASH HE IS NOT TO BAD. HE GAVE US A MISSION TO CARRY THIS THING, NOT SURE WHAT IT DOES, DONT REALLY CARE, PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE SMASHED IT IN RETROSPECT. OH WELL.
HAD TO WAIT AWHILE WHILE THE WATER GUY PLAYED WITH HIMSELF UNDER GROUND, I WENT FAR TO LONG WITH OUT SMASHING SKULLS, IT WAS A SAD TIME. THE SAD THING ABOUT HIM IS HE CANT BE SMASHED, HOW DO YOU SMASH WATER??? FREEZE IT MAYBE…..MIGHT BE POSSIBLE BUT HE SMASHES WELL SO I SHALL WORK WITH HIM I THINK. I AM STUCK WITH A FEW OTHER TOO, THIS MAN THAT SPEAKS FUNNY AND SHOOTS THINGS. GUNS ARE FOR GIRLY MENS WHO DONT TO BE REAL MEN AND CRUSH PEOPLES BONES INTO PULP. SILLY GUNS, GUNS DONT HURT GIGAS. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE HAS NO GUNS, HE WILL BE FRAIL BONY FUNNY SOUNDING MAN, AND DONT FORGET SQUISHY HAHAHAHA.
THERE IS A PLANT MAN TOO, PLANTS, THEY BREAK UNDER FEET,WHAT CAN THEY DO TO GIGAS? NOTHING!!!HAHAHA. THERE IS THE PRETTY MAN TOO… HE IS TO PRETTY, PROBABLY LIKES OTHER PRETTY MEN. HE READS PEOPLES MINDS, GIGAS KNOWS HOW TO STOP THING, HAVE NOTHING IN HIS MIND TO READ! HEHEHE. OR MAYBE THINK ABOUT SMASHING, AND HIS MIND WILL GET SMASHED BY THE THOUGHTS OF SMASHING. I DONT THINK ABOUT THAT TO MUCH BECAUSE IT HURTS MY BRAIN.
ANY WAY, I AM GOING TO SMASH MORE THINGS IN SOME SEWER UNDER A BUILDING FILLED WITH GUNS. WHY DO WE NEED MORE GUNS, SO MORE PUNY GIRLY MANS CAN HID WITH THIER GUNS. OH WELL, I WILL SMASH MORE WIERD FRAIL ROBOT MENS WITH MY FIST AND THEY WILL NO THE POWER OF GIGAS!!!

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Malics take on things
Fools, they are all fools

Happenings of the day per Malic

So after allowing myself to be “captured” things did not go exactly as i had planned as i ended up in power inhibiting manacles that revealed my original appearance. Though it wasn’t a total loss as i was able to gather some minor intel on the ship and personel. I was attempting to sort out how to best take control of the ship and release my partners when an extremely irritating event occured. Some fool in a halloween mask bust open the door and offers to “save” us. At this point i have no choice but to play along since now my entire plan has been compromised and i will never reach my desired destination.
And he had the nerve to talk down to me? Well isn’t that amusing. Let the fool think he is in control. I will play along until i have fulfilled what ever equivilant exchange is neccessary to make us even for him “saving” me. I will tolerate him fucking me over until he is of no further use.
After our new friend was done with his greetings he gave us a free flight to the ground…… I must say my patience is about done by this point. We agree to get one of his associates out of a secure facility in exchange for him not smashing us to the ground.
I quietly deploy my emergency chute while some of my other companions make a less……strategic approach to the situation. I quickly realize i am out of my element here. I try to find cover as best as i can which proves futile as i am quickly forced into melee. I destroy the guards pathetic mind and have him take care of the other guard that really seems to have taken a liking to me. I fail to notice a 3rd drone firing at me. I take a direct him and barely manage to avoid a serious wound. I quickly pull pistol #5 and fire an adhesive rnd with wonderous effect. I soon find relative safety near gigas and liquidater. After a few moments the rest of the drones were disabled and gigas somehow destroys the front of the cell as though he were merely dipping his hands in water. Truly this is an ally i must keep.
The ungrateful woman we released obviously had no training in social etiquette amd seemed as though she was easily panicked and generally scared in a way that annoyed me. Some other members of my party didn’t understand the importance of how your initial contact with a person can impact their usefulness to you. So i ended up speaking to her and liquidator at the same time through telepathy so we would be on the same page. The girl must have been a simple minded fool because from what liquidator told me she thought i was trying to mind rape" her. If this wasn’t bad enough ..now it appears as if dr doom may have something to do with my voodoo friend.
So from this point i grabbed the remaining guard that was still under my control and took him back to hq for ….questioning. The others had pressing matters to attend to but i needed to take care of a few things myself, like track down this russian’s house and plant surveillance equipment. Later i found out that the new comer was allowed access to our hq. This is very troubling indeed. He can be dealt with if need be but my center of operations has now been compromised and i WILL be repaid for this one way or another/ And to top it off this russian Lev does not seem to have the capacity to comprehend and participate in a logical manner, strategies and planning that are neccesary for the success of this operation. For no wi will sort things out with my self and access the next course of action.

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Evil gets necessary.
Fearsome Five Chronicles!

Here follows the account of the Liquidator… (session 1)

all the members of our resistance group found themselves in various stages of awakening aboard an alien transport craft. I immediately recognized Gigas taking up a bench designed for two sitting at the front of the skimmer and Quercus Alba to my immediate right. There were two others, besides guards, i didn’t immediately recognise. One was a metamorph that was wearing some equipment that belonged to Malic, but certainly didn’t look like the aryan race posterchild. The other was a svelte and weathered looking human sitting across the isle from Quercus and myself who i decidedly had not seen before. We all were wearing nullifier gauntlets and were off to some alien research facility no doubt to be flayed open by our inquisitive overlords!

Moments later the skimmer shifted violently and after a hard landing its doors blasted open by powers unknown. The transport guards engaged something or someone just out of sight beyond the transport doors. The broken bodies of the formidable looking guards beared mute witness to the power of what confronted them as they flew at varying trajectories into the bulkhead. The Liquidator was impressed. Quercus started producing a sappy type of resin quickly over filling his seat. Gigas rocked about violently while Malic had a the focused look of pedophile approaching a playground. The human was actually smoking though i have no idea how he lit a cigarette with his hands and feet bound. As the smoked cleared in strode Dr. Victor Von Doom dressed as if neither alien occupation or genocide could trump fashion. His metal face was shrouded by lavish purple and green cloaks and a hood. He spoke on the move as he took his place in the center isle saying “I am not in awe of you.” He surveyed each of us like a butcher might size up sides of beef thinking outloud as he patted each of us on the head. This was followed quickly by our extrication to yet another flying vessel though this one seemed more robust as we seemed to gain tremendous altitude… fast. Doom out of sight a new group of guards placed earpieces comm headsets on the five of us and opened a portside airlock. In freefall still bound with nullifier guantlets the commlinks winked to life, it was Doom. He had a job offer for us. Apparently we were falling towards a target of some consequence a prison which held Ms. Marvel. Doom wanted her rescued alive and said if we agreed to help him he would remove the nullifiers or if we prefered we could continue falling to our deathes. The decision was unanimous and the guantlets maglocks opened.

We were still falling and the air surrounding us was still thick with whatever the hell Quercus kept excreting but we had our powers back. One look at Malic revealed his face had returned to aryan and both him and the other human quickly deployed parachutes. Gigas did nothing but wobble around in mid air like a turtle on its back yelling hardily about himself in the third person as he crashed through the roof of the prisoner warehouse we were supposed to infiltrate. The fall should have killed him but he sprang to his feet and appeared no worse for wear yelling something about gravity being a girly man and needing a new tampon or something to that effect. A fountain of plant matter ushered Quercus Alba safely to the ground, while I formed a rotor and spun super sonic to create lift to break my fall.

Once inside we were surrounded instantly as Gigas’ screams were as loud as his fall through the roof had been. So much for the element of surprise. My allies and the other human who was tossed out of the shuttle with us engaged the prison guards and other elements of security in combat. Quercus was firing blanks, still clearly shaken by our most recent ordeal. Malic was quickly knocked to the ground by a drone as hand to hand combat wasn’t his forte. Down but not out he mind controled the guard eventually having him stab his cohort and them himself. The rangy russian whose name was Lev bagged a guard with his assult rifle that trailed down on a parachute shortly after he did. Gigas was smashing guards into the ground and into each other then tore the door off Ms. Marvel’s cell as The Liquidator used his trademark acme safe drop and nine iron form to good effect sending no less then three alien underlings back to their god! No false advertising here! A second hostage we would soon learn was named calystra pleaded for our help and we hastily agreed to release her. She dissappeared without so much as a thank you. At which point with our primary objective acquired and all resistance dominated the Fearsome Five got the heck outta dodge!

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