Unliberate.

The man known as Bane was nowhere to be found, but his voice was still in the ears of the clowns who led the massive mob. These members were loyal to Bane, and would follow his orders. While hidden in the shadows Bane would orchestrate his armies movements so as to not be annihilated by the superior fire power that the Shield operatives commanded. As the helicopters arrived the members of the army would unleash their rpgs, but to no avail as the copters would dodge them with ease. With their miss they would see that they copter would come around and begin to prepare a volley of bullets. They were prepared for this action and were in the process of retreating back inside of the building, thus leaving a majority of them unharmed as they went inside the building and prepared an exit strategy. As the helicopters came about to shoot at the people they would scurry to the wind, taking refuge in the plethora of buildings that littered the city. As a sudden fury of Shield reinforcements came in the army, as quickly as it was formed scattered in to the wind. It took refuge in buildings, in the sewers, and in ever conceivable hiding spot within the city. This was made possible due to many hidden clowns within the city that had eyes, and with eyes come ears and mouths. The key term used is scout, and with them came warnings. So while they sought to trap the large group, they only succeeded in shooting at the wind. Bane, who was also hiding somewhere in the city on this battleground would keep the milita still until the opportune moment. The street was littered with dead of those shot by the helicopters, yet not many compared to the size that it had. Within the sewers the people began to move, in the shadows scouts fed the news. It was now a guerilla war. These people thought themselves superior just because of their weaponry, of their training, but nothing had prepared them for the shadows. As the tanks rolled in to their destinations they would find nothing of what had been reported except the bodies. The tanks would continue on their route when they would find themselves being shot at from all sides by rpgs and the like. After all, this army numbered in the thousands, the city had many buildings and with many people came many eyes, and with eyes come ears and so on. If they could not shoot the helicopters, than the tanks would do.

Trap Card 2:

"What am I after? Nothing really. I just want to watch this world burn to ashes..HAAHAH!" The maniacal woman gave a chilling laugh as a goon grabbed Ultraman and tossed him onto the helicopter. Keeping a hand on the back of the super's neck, he would keep forcing the man's head out the helicopter door to look out at the city. "Be careful with our guest, he's fragile. I shot him in the lung, so if he tries anything drastic, he'll not only lose his blood, but his life. Hehe..Now for tonight's entertainment!" Jesteria would take the radio from the fake, and begin to speak into it, as she walked into the helicopter. She saw the woman with the helmet coming her way, but she had no time to talk now. This was war, and in war you either continued the rhythm or died with mediocrity. Soon the helicopter took off from the ground, appearing to be just another Shield copter. All the goons had their guns pointed at Ultraman except one who kept it on the temple of the pilot's head. Smiling towards the hero, Jesteria would tilt her head. "I bet you all planned this little invasion so long. Sitting in your nice fancy chairs, sending in troops expecting to overrun us in this city. Our city. You over estimate your own abilities when going against the criminally insane! Hahah! You came in here feeling like you had control..but do you feel like you have control right now? At this precise moment, do you feel like this entire situation is under your control?" The girl kept her gun to the back of the man's head, as the goon continued to force him to look out at the city in flames and chaos. "This is just the beginning. A world without order falls into chaos..That's a world I want to see. You may all call me crazy, but in reality, you all know I'm just the start of a new generation. KREAHAHAHAH!" She laughed as she lifted the radio to her lips. From her point of view over the city, she could see three copters and ground troops attempting to break through the blockades the lined the outer city limits. This was perfect..For a woman who simply chased cars like a dog, these cars were lining up to get wrecked. "Here they come my lovely accomplices..They brought in everyone..Let's bury them, and this city..in..ashes."

Meanwhile as the helicopter took off, the fake Jesteria stayed on the ground. Looking towards the woman in the helmet, she grabbed her arm and yanked her. "Come with me if you want to live through this." She led the woman in the helmet to a manhole where they could easily jump in and fall beneath the city streets. It wasn't the safest place, but it was better to be buried than crushed. And with the water valves, they'd be able to find a way out the city, even if it was several hundred miles of tunnels.

As the war rocked the streets above, a specialized unit of clowns were awaiting orders from their leader. The orders had arrived. In a hopes at wiping out an entire invasion force, while turning Jersey into ashes, she had prepared bombs to be set up past the blockades to line the city, and turn it into a giant deathtrap. As the tanks, trucks, and footsoldiers breached the city and entered the warzone, the explosives were triggered by the clowns on Jesteria's order. Without warning, buildings crumbled, and streets blew from beneath the footsoldiers, tanks, and trucks very heels. As they fell into the massive craters created, buildings fell down over them, crushing them beneath the rubble. The explosions rocked the streets, as they spread throughout the entire city, killing not only hostiles, but even some of her own men aswell. The important part was, the back up they had planned to roll in, such as tanks, infantry men, and trucks was now buried and crushed under the very city they came to protect.

High in the air, in a SHIELD helicopter, Jesteria watched the scene below, and forced Ultraman to watch aswell. The explosions rocked the streets, but they also made a design..In the end, after the city was partially destroyed and simply debris, the remaining destruction took a distinct shape of a large smiley face. The Jester simply laughed at this, as she suddenly kicked Ultraman from the helicopter and forced him to fall down to his demise..unless a certain hero came to catch and save him. Her copter would begin to fly away, disappearing in the clouds with her laughter slowly fading away in the wind.

As Lone flipped into an alley his body was still ignoring him but he knew he could get out of this somehow.. But through all attempts nothing worked. It was as if he was completely done from the world. Soon his mind would come back to him as would his body and he felt completely out of it.. What the hell happened to him through all of this? Anyway this city was going to hell.. Noises could be heard and people were screaming. Lone Star had no clue what happened to him but right now he didn't really care.. He couldn't find Jacob for the life of him but that was all good for the moment. As a New Jersey 1 hopter came around Lone would use his broken cable to connect to it swinging on in pushing people down in their seats mainly a female reporter and her male camera man. Lone jumped in the passenger side seat and pointed his left pistol at the pilot.. Lone Star spoke calmly "Look we know where this is going.. So follow that SHIELD copter and then you're free when I get where i want to go" With the those words said the pilot looked at Lone Star in shock and just nodded his head nervously before speeding off in a frenzy behind the shield copter... Jesteria she needed to be found.. Lone had things he needed to say.. As he looked down at the city he could see a smile overlaying the destruction and for some odd reason he smiled but his body tried to resist but the smile just continued to show under his green helmet.

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It was like looking at a horror movie, the scene of New Jersey collapsing to the ground. How could he let this happen? Was this all planned out from the beginning? Could it be that one of the shield operatives went rouge? “This!! Your own people are down there!!! You Bi-“Before he could finish his sentence, he was pushed off the helicopter by jesteria. “Huahhhh!!!” He was falling, he had to think quickly. He was shooting the poistronic beams of his foot and hands , attempting to lower the velocity of the fall so the impact would be less devastating. “Comeon !!! Comeon!!!!” The loss of blood almost made him lose consciousness, but he had to keep it up for a little while longer. Finally, he couldn’t take the pain much longer but was able to lower the velocity quite a bit, falling on his back that broke his arm and threw his shoulder out of place. “Ahhhhhh!! Ahhh…aahhhhhhh uhgh….ughh… ughaaaaaaa,,..ahh… “Painful growns that could be heard throught the city, Ultraman was one of them. He couldn’t get up, he wanted to, and didn’t want to give up, but his body didn’t respond. There was fire all around, the flames and explosions.
People in peril that he wanted to save but couldn’t. “I have…. These people… didn’t have anything to do with this…..” He was falling sleepy now, things started to be a blur. He didn’t know of a rescue or evac team that would come for him, he initiated red crown so shield wouldn’t be sending any more for 48 hours. He also didn’t know if his comrades or operatives in the city were still alive and survived the explosion. This mission was a failure, and he regretted his powerlessness as he falls unconscious the street as the explosions all around the city continued.

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While aboard the second Shield copter, JD thought about the whole scenario at hand. He need a visual on the telekinetic from earlier he stopped his webs and caused the Green helmet man to lose his life, the web head thought. The cop from the building earlier, his actions didn't look his own. When he jumped up to look at him, his face was just as surprised as anyone else. His gun only tilted to the side slightly, right where Spidey's legs were the perfect shot. He then remembered the boy, that just so happened to come from the stair case that he came from not to long after himself. The web head turned and looked at the kid, and saw his gaze upon the pilot. As soon as he turned his head to look at the pilot, it was already to late. The pilot jerked his handle to the left, aiming to hit Shield copter 3. "Copter 3, coming to your 3 oclock!!" The web head said on his earpiece, along with every other shield agent onboard. The pilot was stunned down, with a taser gun by the second pilot next to him who was trying to get things back on track.

THe Shield Copter 3 was able to move up, but it wasn't enough to avoid scrapping the propeller of the copter 2 which actually took one of them down. Causing the copter to start twirling out of place, and fall down. The copter was on red alert, and the pilot was doing his best to land the copter as best as he possibly can. He was trained for things like this, by Shield trained to be the best pilot he can be. While the copter was going down, Spidey noticed the young boy jump and fly out. He finally had a visual on the guy, or kid and cursed himself for being played like a fool. He wanted to chase after him, he was about to he was so close to doing it. But he still had four innocents lives on the copter, plus the agents he worked with. He had to make sure they all got out of this alive. Thats what it meant to be a hero.

But surely Shield copter 1 and 3 would notice, some one flying in their location. At first the weren't going to fire at him, but once he stared shooting concussive blasts towards the already falling copter. They needed no order, General Shappard needed to give them none. They fired multiple machine gun fire at the flying menace, both copters did. "Agent Harkson, fire the pulse cannon." General Shepard said simply. In a moments notice, an agent fired off a wide range pulse towards the flying one. If the machine gun fire missed surprisingly, this would be sure to hit him dead on.

Meanwhile the copter falling down, was still trying to save itself. "Activating immediate back up thrusters!" the second pilot said urgently. Flipping a switch, and the thrusters on the bottom of the craft came on to suspend them in mid air for a moment. But they were hit by the concussive blasts that weren't that powerful but still pushed them back. One hit the tail, that caused them to fall again, but the thrusters backed it up. The civilians all looked scared for their lives, JD had to comfort them it was three children and a older women. He patted the kids head's, "We'll be just fine."

Copter 4 that came in from the right saw the copter 2 going down from the beginning, and immediately started heading over ontop of them. With Copter 2 back up thrusters keeping them in mid air momentarily. Copter 4 let loose heavy metal wire cables, down upon them. Shield agents and came ontop of Copter 2 and hooked the wire cables into a compartment built just for them. There was about four wires in total, and once safely hooked on Copter 2 was saved. General Sheppard sighed in relief but what was coming next, would chill his very spine.

His own men that he set up, for the surprise attack went down into the ground. From the wild spread of explosives from the underground and the even the buildings. He didn't think these people would kill there own men like that, he was a War veteran but this was something he never expected before. He saw the waves of clown going into buildings, and hiding underground that was easily counter able. But exploding the buildings along with the sewers, was just horrific. He put his head down, as did everyone else in his ship. War was War, he thought he couldn't let this bring him down. It seemed people forgot about the fighter planes, that came in along with Copter 5 from the left and 6 from behind aswell. The fighter planes let loose flash bangs upon the moving wave of clowns, for such a large wave surely not all of them would reach safety in time. With large copters shooting them down from the sides, front and behind.

"Blow up the two remaining buildings on both sides." Sheppard said simply. It was easy to read that the ones that did escape, would escape into the buildings. Copter 5 backed up and released missile fire on the building on the right. These buildings being old and easy to set ablaze. Would come crashing down, destroying the clowns that went in them. Copter 3 did the same for the building on the left. The two buildings made the two eyes of the face dissapear. But Sheppard felt no victory, today deep down was a loss.

The clown Jesteria through one of their own supers out of the helicopter. One of the copters noticed this, and immediately sent an emergency patrol over to him. A smaller copter headed over to pick him up, and bring him aboard for immediate treatment.

OOC: Seeing as we forgot posting order long ago, I'll take the liberty to post so now.

Bane was not a fool by any means but there wasn't much he could do against fighter jets and helicopters that could easily dodge the basic rpgs. It would have been a different story if Bane had been armed with the proper missile launchers or air support of his own but that was how war happened some times. Bane could easily deal with tanks, but air support often turned the tide of battle despite the constant jokes the airmen received for their contributions. Bane had foreseen the inevitable destruction of these pathetic people and in the chaos and occupation of the enemy he would leave. Taking counter measures Bane had changed his attire, his other clothes in a pack upon his back. Bane now wore civilian clothes, a worn black jacket with a hood and blue jeans. Bane knew he would be leaving the people he had rallied to burn to death in the fires that he had known about. The entire world must burn, Bane knew and it was only fitting that the people rallied to him would be the first to become ashes as tribute. At his feet the explosion would cause the pathway to tremble but he would not falter in his step as he continued down the hidden path, fires lighting up the night skies as he pulled the hood over his head while exiting the city, his earpiece ringing with the screams of the men who had given their lives to him.

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OoC: I was waiting for Kordesky to post, but seeing how everyone is leaving I guess I will too?

The scene today was tragic, some would maybe call it. A select few others saw it as hilarity. With a gun to the pilot's head, Jesteria would plant a firm kiss on his cheek and lay her chin on his shoulder. "Do you feel that tingling in your gut? Do you think its fear?" The man was silent as he continued his job. "Don't worry, you're far too valuable to kill. This is the start of a beautiful relationship, you know? Hehe.." She giggled under her breath as she looked out the side of the helicopter to see Mischief shoot by like an aerial rocket. Her eyes narrowed as she placed a hand on her hip. "What the hell is this, some kind of race? Follow him!"

Meanwhile in the sewers, the fake Jesteria would have protected the woman in the helmet if she chose to tag along. Pointed her in the right direction, she'd show her a way to get out of the city, or to choose to go back to the surface level and attempt to shift through the wreckage. The choice was entirely hers, as the clown would begin to walk towards the exit valves of the city.

"This guy sure is persistent!" the web head said looking down at him, as he pulled the back blade of the copter out. But he had to time to make jokes, or be his natural easy going self. It was time for the Web head to act, surely on his watch he wouldn't just let the copter he was in with the innocent lives just die. Things like this were his specialty. He grasped the top of the copter window, and hopped himself out onto the the roof of it. "We have Spider-man dealing with the inconvenience above us! The back up thrusters should give him enough time!" the pilot said on the radio.

Generall Sheppard looked on. "We can't lose those lives, I will not have anymore blood on my hands!" he yelled out.

Spider-man made large webbing, attach to the copter he was on. Pressing the his cartrgies tons of times, having a massive amount of webbing stick on creating a long extremely thick line of webbing. He thanked god for those back up thrusters in the bottom, it would keep them afloat but not forever. When the back blade cut one of the wire's. He only cut two of the four heavy metal wires. Spider man quickly shot a massive line of webbing into the cut wire's he felt the strain come onto his body. Felt the his arms and back being pulled to other side. He let out a loud "Gaarrrrhhh!!" but he kept himself together. He wasn't planning on doing this for long, they didn't have much time. As soon the web head spun his webs the agents from the copter above moved down quickly. The Web head was just merely sparring time for them, to hook on the two back up wires. They landed quickly on the slowly falling copter, again they had to thank god for those back up thrusters on the bottom. They hooked the wires back on to the falling copter, once they did that. The copter above quickly moved up, along with the rest of the air support to avoid the building going down.

Spidey let go of his webbing now that they were no longer needed. And fell down on the top if the copter, breathing heavy and pain running along his arms, back and chest. He barely stood up, and let out a loud sigh. The shield agents went over to him and patted his back. As both helicopters took off exiting Jersey. Along with the rest of the air support, and the emergency helicopter that picked up Ultraman.




General Sheppard also looked relieved. "Gentlemen today we have...lost many lives in this Unliberation. We walked right into their trap, but now we know what kind of enemy we face. An enemy that has no problem killing off their allies, no problem causing unneeded blood shed. Unlike them we care for our own men, let us remember this day for the rest of our lives. Remember the lives we saved, remember the lives we lost. And let us Avenge them."

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