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ROGUES GALLERY: An Icy Wind

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In the Nevada Mountains, villainess Icira Witherflame has set up a new, pyramid-shaped base. There, she is preparing her army to invade Area 51, led by her right-hand man, Commander M. However, first, she must train them, for which she has hired Disarray. Unfortunately, she put a large red button in her base. With the help of Animalia and Steampunk, it is Half-Beat's job to press it, and foil Icira's plans.
 
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OOC: Note that walls and doors are indestructible for the purposes of gameplay.

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Seemingly alone in her office in the pyramid's basement level, Icira awaited Disarray's arrival. She had sent him a set of keys to unlock the teleport pad and allow him to reach the basement level—the pad would re-lock itself afterward. Scattered throughout her fortress, protected by several traps, was an identical set of keys—she had done this to give any potential heroes a fighting chance, thus making the whole thing more challenging.

She doubted, however, that anyone would successfully make it through her fortress. And if they failed, their last hope would be to fight her new henchman, and that could only end badly for them.

Hidden behind a door in the back of the office, Commander M. waited patiently for his cue. Icira intended to introduce him to Disarray dramatically—after all, she so loved supervillain melodrama clichés.
 
Half-beat stood on top of a skyscraper in Nevada. She was wearing a Russian solider outfit. She had five large hammers tied to her waist instead of guns. She had a single pistol on her thigh. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and tried calling steampunk then sent a text to animalia telling her location.
 
Animalia's phone vibrated, and she quickly pulled it out of her pocket and read the text. Another mission.
Quickly walking to the bathrooms, she took her clothes off and transformed into a hawk, then flew out of the stall and building, out into the sky.
It might take her awhile to reach Nevada...but she was a fairly fast flier, and didn't get tired too easily.
 
Steampunk pulled his vibrating cellphone out of his pocket. Restricted number. Either a prank dialer or someone who knew how to contact him. None the less, Steampunk answered the phone and held it up to his ear.

"Who is this?" he asked through the phone.
 
Through the door, one of Icira's minion's entered, and pulled a gun out, pointing it at her head. Meanwhile, another three blocked the door.
"End of the line." It said.
 
OOC: Yes. C'mon, just run with it, I know all that. I promise that it won't hurt anything.
 
Icira rolled her eyes.

"You dolts," she said. "First of all, I'm your master. Second of all, you know I'll just come back later. Drop the damn gun, it won't do you any good. And when the hell did you evolve enough of a brain to talk?"

Tempted though he was to discipline the wayward Goons himself, M. remained stationary behind the door. His orders were to stay there until summoned, so that's what he was going to do.
 
"Half-beat here steamy. New mission dear." Alex replied to her phone. She looked around as she waited for a reply. She hadn't met either of the heroes she was teaming up with so she was a bit nervous.
 
Steampunk paused for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should respond to her and potentially give away his identity, or if he should ignore her. He hadn't quite healed up from his last encounter with OP, so his human arms still had large bandages wrapped around them. While his mechanical body parts were unaffected, his body was still suffering.

"What do you need?" Steampunk asked.
 
"Miss me?" Disarray asked, taking off his mask. His minions entered, removing their costumes as well. One was a woman with pink hair, dressed in a Japanese schoolgirl uniform with a katana at her side. The other was a young man wearing a black tuxedo jacket, which he ruined by ripping the sleeves off. The third was an old man who looked like santa clause. Or he would, were it not for his lack of a shirt revealing an incredible muscular, tattooed chest.
 
Icira blinked.

"....impressive," she said with a smirk. "You actually fooled me. But....how could you see through an eyeless mask?"

She shrugged it off for now, getting up from behind her desk and giving Disarray a big hug. Which was quite creepy to watch.

"Good to see you again, old friend," she said. "But we can deal with the pleasantries later. You know why I've asked you here, and I'm afraid we cannot delay. I'll pay you whatever you wish, as long as you can properly train and equip my Goons. My Goons....and their new commanding officer."

She turned to a command console on her desk and pressed a bright yellow button. The door in the back of the room slid open, revealing a tall, muscular form with pitch-black skin, no hair, no ears and no face apart from a pair of sinister, glowing red eyes. There was a moment of dramatic silence before Icira identified it.

"Commander M."

The commander stepped forward, focusing intently on Disarray. It was difficult to tell if his look was one of devotion or contempt.

"Commander, this is Disarray," Icira said. "I'm hiring him as your instructor. Obey him as you would me."

M. was motionless for a moment before inclining his head slightly, indicating he understood. Icira then turned back to Disarray and his cronies.

"The Goons are assembled in the training arena," she said. "At least, they were last I saw them. Follow me."

Without further delay, she exited the office, hoping that Disarray wasn't going to argue with her. She hated it when he did that. Commander M. followed close behind her, giving Disarray's minions a once-over on his way.
 
Half-beat sighed. "ICIRA. Know the name?" She asked. She was glad she had time control.
 
"I actually had to modify it. I'm quite good at sewing." Disarray said, and followed Commander M out.
"Right, I need to know the name of each person in the army."
 
Icira did a double-take.

"Uh....names?" she repeated. "Okay, um...."

As she led the group into the training arena, locking the door behind them, she motioned towards the assembled Goons, all of whom looked exactly alike.

"From the left, we have Odyn, Dva, Try, Chotyry, Pyat, Shist, Sim, Visim, Devyat, Desyat....just count in Ukrainian until you get to two hundred forty-seven."

Each Goon had its numerical designation printed on its combat training jacket for convenience. They all seemed to stiffen at Commander M.'s approach, as though he was emitting some sort of sinister aura.
 
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Animalia swooped down towards Half-beat-- or someone she assumed to be Half-beat.
"'Scuse me, your name happen to be Half-beat? If it isn't, well, never mind."
 
Half-beat turned to animalia giving a smile. "Ah huh. Half-beat's my name." She replied. She was glad she had found one of her comrades.
 
"oh. Good." Animalia laughed awkwardly. "Would shake your hand, but..." she glanced down at her talons. "Yeah. So what's the plan?"
 
Half-beat gave a small laugh. "Break into the enemy base and break it down from the inside, and hopefully catch some villains." Half-beat explained.
 
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