Off the Rails

Mimic, who had got their start in superheroing by working as a body double within the government, phases right through the side of the train carriage. While she’d made her name in shapeshifting, she was just as accomplished at sneaking and sleuthing!

"We hear you, Heritage. Boarding as we speak." she says, as she slinks into cover just as soon as she finds her feet.

"Does G.L.O.B.A.L have a passenger manifesto we can access?" she ask. Knowing what kind freaks were on board would help them know what they might be up against.

At the top of an overlooking cliffside, Revenant peered along the long silver maglev line that ran through this dead and desolate part of the world. Dark smoke smoldered off of him, his body warding away the brilliant rays of the sun to protect the pale body underneath, drifting in the blustery winds that swirled grain and dirt in his path.

"Even for a supervillain prison transport, we're pretty far from civilization." he mused, arms hanging loosely to sway with is plodding steps "...Guess I can cut loose a little." he concluded, a sharp-toothed grin splitting the shadows clinging to his face. Sure enough, the echoing rattle of the train echoed along the cliffs as it raced towards its final destination, the M.A.R.T. was slick, black, a smooth as a coffin. Lightning arched around it like its own ominous storm, eager to deliver its cargo to the silent tomb of Tranquility.

And if Revenant didn't get moving, he was going to miss his window.

"Rrrrrggh~" the dark smoke swirled and crackled as the man reached to his chest and dragged his fingers across it like someone opening a door, white eyes opening as the ground underneath him heaved and convulsed. After a moment, the cliffside collapsed, starting a landslide. Crouching like an animal coiled to pounce, Revenant rode the front of that landslide, hurtling over the wasteland at nearly two hundred miles an hour, in defiance of physics as his long hair and the smokey shadows streaked behind him -- not nearly fast enough to outrace the supertech monorail, but roaring over the uneven ground on an intercept course. Cresting a low rise, the earth slide made a ramp that he leapt from with grace, hands forward, clawing for purchase.

Bare-chested, his fingers punched into the side of the train, forcing handholds where none existed, turning his head to shield his eyes from the rushing air. Looking back, he could see where the artificial landslide had fallen, sculpted by his power into a mournful angel, kneeling and gripping a sword, their hooded head bowed to hide their face. It looked like the entrance to a sepulcher, carved hundreds of meters high. After a moment, his pale blue flesh turned to milky white, and he leaned forward, stepping through the exterior of the M.A.R.T. and out of the baleful light of the sun. Ghost-like, his thick boots clattered on the floor plating of the eighth car before his color flooded vividly back.

"...Revenant reporting." he said, looking towards the shadowy Mimic, "Who else are we waiting for?" he asked, rolling his shoulder and looking at the sturdy double-doors sealing this car off from the next.

"We are boarding this train aren't we?" Malcolm sighed as he asked aloud, knowing the voice that would answer could only be heard by him. 'Absolutely' As if they'd done this dance a dozen times before, Malcolm put his milkshake in is cupholder, and gobbled up the last of his french fries ash he stepped out of his car. His dark skin, afro, t-shirt and jeans we all suddenly covered by the armored green exo-skeleton of the hero that has come to be know as Cicada. He literally leapt into action, heading to the nearest M.A.R.T. junction.

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He arrived in plenty of time to catch the train. Perched on the rooftop of a building near the tracks, it was a simple matter (with the powers the Bug gave him, that is) to leap down to the train. "Oh good, I'm not the first one here."

Radiant Shield had been warned that this was going to happen and despite her best efforts no one still took her seriously. Many in fact thought she should be aboard this train as a prisoner for her work prior to becoming a hero. So here she was lying in wait for that moment when the call would come as expected.

As the nose of the train flew by she trusted her armor to absorb the impact and her own invulnerability to protect her; reaching out she used her natural speed and strength to lessen the margin for error. Grabbing onto the final car of the train she pulled herself aboard, "Sorry about this." she rips off the emergency exit door at the back of the car.

"Hello, I am here to shield, wait no errr. Protect. I am here to protect."

Radiant Shield is standing in full plate armor including a helm. "Thank you for the handholds. Made grabbing car much better."

Mimic slinks off into the shadows cast by the prison cells just as soon as the voice comes through the speakers. When the doors slide open and reveal Radioactivist, she tuts.

If only Heritage had gotten them that manifesto…

As he charges and is distracted by his target, she maneuvers around him. When she sees an opening, she bursts out of the shadows:

"Got your ticket right here. Just needs a punch!…" she quips, as she attacks.

The Bug instantly reacts, doing what it does best: protecting its host, and stopping the source of the attacks.

As Cicada's sonic chrip shrilly filled the inside of the train car, Revenant reached out and clutched the glowing monstrosity's arm, swinging him hard into the airlock door. With the metal bubbling and dripping on contact with the radioactive bruiser, Revanant pounced on him, pressing him into the door and raining forearm strikes into his twisted face as he tried to use him to melt through the door.

"We don't--" >THUD< "have time--" >WHUD< "for this!" >KRAKT<

Unable to breach the door Radiant Dawn is left slightly out of breath from colliding with the door and knocking the air from her own lungs.

"Can I use his face to break this door next?"

Cicada grumbles "This is going to take too long. Is there another way to the front of the train?"
the bug answers him, "Affirmative,traverse the top of the train, but . . ", Cicada cuts the voice off, "Great, that's gotta be easier than this."
"I would advise host not to interrupt . . "
but Cicada interrupts again to say to his team; "Guys, I'm going to cross topside" With that, he jumps out of the train.

"We’ll go faster if we drop some weight!" Mimic calls to Cicada! And with that:

"Hey, jerk! Time to go!" she says, as she tries to grab him around the waste and phase through the carriage wall again. If she can drag the villain out into the rushing air, she’ll drop him so that he hits dirt way, way back!

"What the-!" he says as Mimic phases out of a wall, grabs him, and pulls Radioactivist outside the train. Intending to throw him off, the villainous villain manages to hold on to the exterior of the train!