Nycto, I agree that THEY can strike again, but why would THEY?
"The calculation of a trajectory depends on the wind drag, the angle of elevation, the parable and relation between Newtons and Stokes...I mean... the number of variables in the calculations of the trajectory of a shell are huge... If from far away, and without a way to change the path, even super computers have trouble hitting the first time... If this were conventional shells you can be sure more are coming this way... If missile, IR, TV etc bombs that's another story... But I'm not willing to take the chance.
Another thing... If this really was high tech devices, and not some para-militia anti-nova group... Well we're gonna have big trouble in the future..." says Nycto as he glides towards the car.
Looking back he watches the body of the Mama B on the ground. Mama B, you have my prayers. Meet you on the other side...
//They obviously know what they're talking about...// "No objection here. Let's roll" Overdrive says with a wave.
He walks casually to the car, still armored.
Javier's brain is obviously still trying to reboot because he replies to Fenris' lengthy speech with, "I'm what?"
He looks down and says in puzzlement, "Crap, I'm naked."
He takes the offered jacket and dons it, making him look less like a streaker and more like a flasher.
Holding his head, Javier finally responds with a firmer grasp of consciousness. "Okay, I have a spare set of keys in the bumper. Don't worry about washing off the truck; I know where we can leave it. I'll call my cousin to take care of it. He can bring me some clothes, too."
He looks up, his bloodshot eyes showing a fierce glow echoed by those of the tattoos on his arms. "I know a few places we can hole up, too. Then we can find the maricones who did this and f**k their asses up."
Protheuz: As you help everyone load up in Javier's truck, something clicks in your head: Metallic dust + Missle/Bomb = Thermobaric weapon! That makes sense and scares you at a deeper level; these are sophisticated weapons that a militia group probably doesn't have access to, much less a way to deliver such a weapon.
Google thermobaric weapons for more info
As the novas get loaded in Javi's truck (is there only one vehicle among you guys?), a group of onlookers begins to gather on the street. There is general confusion and amazement as they watch gas lines throw plumes of flame into the air and the remains of the house burn to the ground.
The flashing lights of the emergency vehicles can now be seen a few blocks over. You are just about loaded up when a couple of rather rough looking men come walking over to the truck.
"Yo, where's Mama B?" one asks, tatoos covering his enormous, bare chest. You all pretend to not hear him, causing him to step up to the driver's side door, grabbing Javi just as he's about to enter the truck.
"Hey f***er, I'm talkin' to ya...what the *?!?" he exclaims as Javi turns to him, revealing his poor state of dress. The other two toughs with him take a step back, looking at each other in confusion.
(Feel free to assume whatever you need to about Horizon City within reason; if you want to go find a lake, there is one, etc.)
(Harrison left his old Chevy at home and used public transport )
(I bring up my character's confusion a little. He seemed suddenly unconcerned by mama's B death on the last posts...Certainly he's quite a show off, but heedlessness got its limits... )
Still stunned by Mama B's sorrowful end Overdrive/Harrison barely realised what happened around him.
That gratuitous act had shaken his peaceful world rather than 'the Event' did.
An harsh reality more genuine than those tragic yet anonymous cases in the news.He needed the warmth of Susan so much at this moment...
He finally acknowledges the improbable duo...
(Well! before that scene Overdrive was still armored.And, if he needs concentration to transform, he may need concentration to switch back aswell...So unless i'm mistaken...Overdrive still looks like a playbot!)
...and desperately try to stay in the shadows (It depends if we're already in the truck or still outside... )
Sitting in the back of the pick-up truck, Fenris pulls his hood deeper over his face and focuses on revenge instead of reacting to the thugs. He reaches out with his senses to collect the final memories of Mama B, her house and her community.
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(Alan is poor and doesn't own a car. He teleported here.)
Nycto enters the car, still thinking on the shell... Dust in the air... A dust bomb of course... But that means... Thermobaric weapons are high tech and very expensive...
Nycto looks at the thugs, and his shadowy mouth moves, as his eyes glitter in the dark "We are sorry for your loss. She was a great woman... But if we are going to get the guys who did this we have to split. Do you want to help or stall?".
As he speaks he uses the shadows around moving then into the car glasses making them black when looking from the outside (smoking glasses).
To the other Novas, in a low voice he says "This dust is from a Thermobaric weapon... Very High tech." pronouncing this last statement in a way that seems to show its relevance.
"Normally no... Normally it's fluoridated alluminium. Think of it as a kind of fuel for the explosion blast. But with these guys who knows. It's better if we remove it."
Fenris quietly speaks from under his hood. "Nycto, if you know what it is, great. I just thought that if I could track it, we could be tracked. I don't look forward to washing the powder off with you guys. If it is just a byproduct of the weapon, then let's just get out of here and get changed."
[I'm waiting to see if Dustland has any response for the thug-boys. If not, Javier will climb into the truck and get them going. As soon as the truck starts, a Spanish rap song will erupt from the radio speakers. Javier will make no attempt to shut the radio off as he drives towards the dockyards.
And yes, Horizon City should have dockyards because all good noir cities have them. ]
The thugs seem unnerved by the overt displays of "novaness" a few of you show. They quickly return to the throng of gawkers but they now seem more interested in your group than in the burning home. As you begin to roll out of the area, you see the fire trucks and ambulances round the corner and pass you by.
Within a few minutes, the truck has taken you away from the neighborhood; a half an hour later, you're at...(no dockyards here)
[Oh, foo. Fine, as Saker says, we'll head for the train yards, preferably the more run-down part of it. The kind of area rife with abandoned warehouses, perfect for a temporary hiding spot. Ideally, one with running water so the group can perform the desired ablutions.]
(During the ride, Harrison eventually offered to take the wheel (to look after Javi's health), but I guess Javier dared him to try with a pet name.)
He jumps out of the truck and takes a few steps, with hands in pockets.
He faces the group "So...Mama B was just like us...An open-handed lady with no answers...but new gained powers and... lots of hope... Now she's dead...Killed by an invisible foe who eavesdropped Nova.net...a foe with unimaginable ressources...and no scruples...
If they can afford those high tech killing stuff... they could easely track down every account on the forum and wipe out every supposed Novas indiscriminately... I was not stupid enough to log from a personnal computer, even if they'd probably check any cyber-café...But we've got to warn the others around the world...that's the least we can do...
Maybe that was just a warning...maybe they tried to kill two birds with one stone and let the novas take the blame...although our repupation is already the worse..."
He sighs "I don't want to cave in to complete paranoia... But I feel big brother is really watching us...What can we do? Scattered around the world, with no ressources?...Stigmatised? With no Nova's spokesperson nor right of reply? Where's our 'Professor X'?..."
Finally he smiles ironically "Oh Javi you would be great on screen in prime time as our martyr. You could defend our cause with your lovely manners and touching vocabulary...I can picture this...I'm sure Opra would dissolves into tears...
Seriously, you really need to be patched up my friend.Your wounds are nasty... "
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