Post by John Elsven on May 31, 2022 6:48:24 GMT
Colonel took it seriously whenever any of his agents were singled out and attacked. He felt personally responsible for every single person that chose to wear the logo that he had helped to design and come up with. They wore his shield, his aegis, and thus they were under his protection. That was why he was using his powers to stalk the man in a massive wingsuit that had attacked Icarus the other day when the hero had investigated an armed truck robbery. Icarus had been hurt badly, so while he sulked around the shipyards, he'd asked that Nitro stay on standby in case he needed her healing powers in this confrontation.
He spotted the man in the suit using his outfit's massive mechanical talons to peel open a steel freighter like it was a can of beans and his talons were a can opener. Colonel cringed, although his transparent body and the fact he was hiding in the shadows would make it very difficult to see, picturing those talons wrapped around Icarus' body and how painful it must have been. He had seen the wounds, and was glad that Nitro (and that secret clinic in Haven, the Factory) had been there to help him.
It was time to bring this man in for his crimes.
First things first he had to disable the wingsuit. He'd have one shot at this. Surge had analyzed the suit from what Icarus had told him and body cam footage Alice had compiled from the incident, and developed a localized EMP bullet that should override the thing and turn it into a massive paperweight. With that disabled, he should be easy to take in. If Tim was right though, it would only be temporary even if he hit, and if this "Nighthawk" guy was as smart as he seemed to be, he'd come up with a way to shield against it a second time.
Colonel lined up his shot carefully and fired.
Nighthawk cursed as his suit suddenly seized up and crashed to the dock, the wood creaking and splintering, threatening to toss him into the drink. Colonel stepped out of the shadows and let his body become opaque once more. "You have the right to remain silent, young man. You're under arrest for armed robbery and assault of an Aegis operative. Anything you say can and will--"
He was cut off as the man lunged at him, not in the massive wingsuit, but a smaller set of wings with a jetpack.
Oh, and a knife. A knife too. A knife that found Colonel's side.
Colonel kept it from digging in too deeply, but he was on his back now, fighting as this man used this backpack wing setup to not only make himself move as if he was weightless, but also to force extra weight down on Colonel as he struggled. The older man grunted as he fended off further knife strikes, feeling like his assailant's codename was accurate. It was night, and he was feeling like he was being attacked by an entire flock of angry hawks. "Request--Gah! Requesting backup. Mission is--shit!--Mission is a wash. Attempting to disengage."
Colonel turned transparent. Not quite invisible, there was still a sort of outline of his body that could be seen that caught light, but it made him a lot harder to see in general. But right as he started to slip away, Nighthawk grabbed him again, as if he could see perfectly.
"Not so fast, gramps. You're not going to get away that easily. I've dealt with scum like you before."
Colonel realized then that he'd been very, very sloppy. Nighthawk's goggles. That had to be it. No wonder he was wearing shades at night, they weren't shades at all. They must have infrared, night vision, ultraviolet... it was like running training ops with Surge.
Colonel was in a bad way, and he knew it. "Nitro. Get out of here. Get more backup. I'll do my best to hold him--GAAH!"
The knife had found a chink in Colonel's armor and dragged a long red line down his forearm. That was going to leave quite the mark.
Avonlea Nym
He spotted the man in the suit using his outfit's massive mechanical talons to peel open a steel freighter like it was a can of beans and his talons were a can opener. Colonel cringed, although his transparent body and the fact he was hiding in the shadows would make it very difficult to see, picturing those talons wrapped around Icarus' body and how painful it must have been. He had seen the wounds, and was glad that Nitro (and that secret clinic in Haven, the Factory) had been there to help him.
It was time to bring this man in for his crimes.
First things first he had to disable the wingsuit. He'd have one shot at this. Surge had analyzed the suit from what Icarus had told him and body cam footage Alice had compiled from the incident, and developed a localized EMP bullet that should override the thing and turn it into a massive paperweight. With that disabled, he should be easy to take in. If Tim was right though, it would only be temporary even if he hit, and if this "Nighthawk" guy was as smart as he seemed to be, he'd come up with a way to shield against it a second time.
Colonel lined up his shot carefully and fired.
Nighthawk cursed as his suit suddenly seized up and crashed to the dock, the wood creaking and splintering, threatening to toss him into the drink. Colonel stepped out of the shadows and let his body become opaque once more. "You have the right to remain silent, young man. You're under arrest for armed robbery and assault of an Aegis operative. Anything you say can and will--"
He was cut off as the man lunged at him, not in the massive wingsuit, but a smaller set of wings with a jetpack.
Oh, and a knife. A knife too. A knife that found Colonel's side.
Colonel kept it from digging in too deeply, but he was on his back now, fighting as this man used this backpack wing setup to not only make himself move as if he was weightless, but also to force extra weight down on Colonel as he struggled. The older man grunted as he fended off further knife strikes, feeling like his assailant's codename was accurate. It was night, and he was feeling like he was being attacked by an entire flock of angry hawks. "Request--Gah! Requesting backup. Mission is--shit!--Mission is a wash. Attempting to disengage."
Colonel turned transparent. Not quite invisible, there was still a sort of outline of his body that could be seen that caught light, but it made him a lot harder to see in general. But right as he started to slip away, Nighthawk grabbed him again, as if he could see perfectly.
"Not so fast, gramps. You're not going to get away that easily. I've dealt with scum like you before."
Colonel realized then that he'd been very, very sloppy. Nighthawk's goggles. That had to be it. No wonder he was wearing shades at night, they weren't shades at all. They must have infrared, night vision, ultraviolet... it was like running training ops with Surge.
Colonel was in a bad way, and he knew it. "Nitro. Get out of here. Get more backup. I'll do my best to hold him--GAAH!"
The knife had found a chink in Colonel's armor and dragged a long red line down his forearm. That was going to leave quite the mark.
Avonlea Nym
