Supers vs the evil Pocketeers

[SWS33K3R776]

He grabs the guy and tossed him to the side of his suit tp prevent him from getting hit. He dodges to the side and checks the firing strength of this weapon. He was disappointed that this weapon was less powerful then his ion weapons. He could use his Ion weapons to out match her but that could end badly for her; last thing he needed was an ash pile that was once a cop. He had an idea to reroute the power cable to the left arm of his suit to the shrink gun. That plan seemed a bit more complex so Oxnard waited for the cop to reload before returning fire.

He stood up, aimed and pulled the trigger of the shrink gun.

SWS33K3R776 rolled 2d6+8 and got a total of 17:

[Elana]

You evade the fire of the cop easily and your second shot hits her straight in the body and the poor police women shrinks down, no longer able to fire at you.

In fact she is quite busy trying to get out of her own clothes.

[SWS33K3R776]

Oxnard apprached the pile of clothes as something wiggled inside he moves the clothes to find how small she was. He could just pick her tiny naked body up but decides to grab one her sock and wrap it around her body hefore picking her up. He carried her over to the new guy and held her out as proof of their mad plan; which Oxnard knew he could out beat of he wanted to.

"See this boy," he held her small body out nearly dangling her in his hand which wluld be a large drop for her, "this os what theu want to do to as many women as possible."

[chocolatejr9]

The Sixth Sense stood there, trying to process everything that just happened. Somehow, this situation just got even MORE complicated. "O-Okay... that's not what I expected. You, um, wouldn't happen to know why they're trying to shrink women, would you? Or how they're supposed to use those blimps when they don't have air, apparently?" At this point, he just wanted SOMETHING to cling on to.

[SWS33K3R776]

"Your guess isnas good as good as mine; maybe this maniac has some sort of sick dream of making these women into his own living doll collection. Can you imagine it? Keeping them in chambers and then plotting something sickening that the thought would be criminal." He was saying this but mostly to freak out the tiny woman in his hand. He kind thought it was funny inna messed up way.

"Either way, they were tasked to be here and their larger tech outfitted flr those balloons were much more powerful then the weaker weapons they carried." He walked the sixth sense over to the pile of clothes and scoped then up. "Odds are they'll call this mission compromised and will either regroup with more pocketeers or destroy all evidence." He hands the former clothes of the police woman to the to the sixth sense, "Odds are the effects lf these size change devices might wear off," he holds out the tiny woman with her sock wrapped around her torso like a makeshift dress, "You can hold on to her......or she can stay with me." Hemis smile was a bit menacing like a psychopath.

[chocolatejr9]

"If you don't mind, I'll hold on to her for now." Thr Sixth Sense felt bad for the woman, and was hoping to try and comfort her. "Also, what exactly is your role in this? Are you trying to help these, um, "pocketeers"... or stop them? I honestly can't tell."

[SWS33K3R776]

He set the tiny woman in his hands. As expected she leaped out of Oxnards hands and into the Sixth Sense's with a shiver of fear to relief.

"My interests are of my own agenda, but for now I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this mystery. I'll admit I was hoping these Pocketeers were extra terrestrials of another world with forgien tech; instead I fimd out that they're low level thugs armed with semi effective tech but junk transports and gear. I figured hiding amung their ranks and learning more would show me a thing or two but I've come across more questions then answers."

His wrist mount device beeped. Oxnard's hacks were complete for most of the turbo shrink blasters. He kept quiet about that.

"So what's your story kid?"

[chocolatejr9]

As the Sixth Sense slipped the shrunken woman into his shirt pocket for safe keeping, he explained, "To be honest, I don't really know. I don't remember who I am, or how I got my powers. I was in the area and noticed the warehouse, where I felt compelled to take a look. I... think you can figure out the rest." Although he felt bad for bothering the individual with his own problems, the Sixth Sense felt he should at least explain that part to him.

[SWS33K3R776]

He nodded. Like I said. They'll be back reactivated his suit and set a launch path back to base. The suit came to life and flew off. "Odds are your "powers" could come to good use," he checked for a storage shed for and access uniforms and weapons. He was.in luck and found metal cargo boxes with about six of each.

"Here," he passes the suit, jet pack, and shrink weapon to him, "they'll be sending reinforcements soon so get this on; if it's more cops well you got an idea of what to do." He nodded to the guest ridong in his shirt pocket.

[Elana]

Finding uniforms and weapons? That doesn't make any sense.
Why would those be there.
It's not like the Blimps would belong to the Pocketeers

[SWS33K3R776]

(Good point I call rewrite in 3....2....1)

Oxnard was skeptical of this boys powers but he decided to play along with him. "Looks like this town has a hero then. Well then I suggest tou meet somewhere away from here. Odds are they'll be back. Tell me boy," he got back in his suit and activated it, "can you fly?"

[chocolatejr9]

"I... doubt it." The Sixth Sense looked around. "Granted, I've never actually TRIED, but that's mostly because I never felt a need to try. Either way, do you think you could, um, give me a hand?"

[SWS33K3R776]

He smiled as he pulled him into his arms and had one arm wrapped around his torso. "Make sure Thimbelina there doesn't fall out of you pocket."

Oxnard crouched flr a second and immediately ignited his thrusters. In a split second He was airborne with the six sense clinging onto his mech suit. He flew off until they were far from the warehouse

[chocolatejr9]

The Sixth Sense held his hand over his pocket, making sure "Thumbelina" (he didn't think to ask for her name) didn't fall out. As he was being carried, he said, "If you don't mind me asking, where exactly are we going?" Though he could barely hear himself over the thrusters, and wouldn't be surprised if his companion couldn't either.

[SWS33K3R776]

He knew his flight path; it only took minutes before they reached his grand estate. The tiles on the roof shifted and moved revealing a metal hatch that opened. He flew inside and landed before he let go of the sixth sense when the touched the ground. He doubted the guy knew he he was or even the owners of this mansion.

"Try not to break anything; it's worth more then it looks" his suit opened up and he stepped out.

[chocolatejr9]

"But some of this stuff looks extra valuable." The Sixth Sense commented before immediantly realizing that was what he meant. As he looked around him, he remembered something he should have done. "I don't think we've actually introduced ourselves. Granted, I don't remember my real name, but people call me the "Sixth Sense" because of my powers. I was told it was a movie reference." He then proceeded to hold out his hand to shake.

[SWS33K3R776]

Oxnard walked over to the lower cabinet and pressed a button. Instantly, the cabinet shifted gears into a mini bar. He pored two glasses of scotch and set one on the marble table with a laminated coaster. Since memory isn't your best strong suit here I suppose that means you don't know who I am. My name is Oxnard Donavan; one of the wealthiest business men on the planet," he said but only told the half truth. He was also an arms dealer who sold weapons to international terrorists under different names and through other vendors to pin the wrap on them if caught. "If you want you can set the small guest on the table too. Don't expect me to offer her a drink; I don't server little girls." He was clearly and arrogant douche.

[Elana]

The cop looked for a moment like she wanted to say something, but then thought better and kept her mouth shut.

[SWS33K3R776]

He snickered down at her. He had some wicked little ideas for her but couldn't act on them with a guest in his mannor.

"That suit I have was something new for the world goverment. It's still innthe prototype stages but I can say it's doing well.......relativlely speaking." He swerved his drink in hand and drank up, "my parents would be proud........if they hadn't perished in their vacation in Peru." Yes........an accident

He stood up. "If you'll pardon me, i need fk attend to something quick." Oxnard went into the other room where a fish tank was being emptied and dried. Oxnard had this tanked empited for similar but different purposes then this Lord Pocketeer. Sure it was copycat like, but the difference was that these future pets of his would have more mobility and livelihood then they ever would in those mini steel coffins. Yes, this would be both entertaining and scientifically intriguing.

He walked back into the room and sat by the Sixth sense. "Sorry, just had to check on a private call. I need to show you something." Instantly, the fresca on the wall was revealed to be a giant screen. Being shown was a near perfect colorized screen of one of the Privateers bunkers.

"In case you're wondering," he points to his right eye, "Implants; interface state-of-the-art recording spyware. At the cost lf some some micro surgery."

[chocolatejr9]

The Sixth Sense observed the bunker on the screen. "Hhhmmm, looks kinda military-esque, doesn't it? Or am I thinking of something else?" He was trying to figure out the details of the place, hoping that there could be a way to identify who exactly is involved with this Pocketeer business. "You didn't happen to notice anything that stood out, did you?" he asked Mr. Oxnard.

[SWS33K3R776]

"Aside from all fhe mini coffins of steel and vital monitors, i didn't see much that gave me any clues,' he lookee down at the cop, "consider yourself luck tiny, otherwise your fate would've been like there," he gave a wink, but the wink was more to chage the slides of the screen to reveal the numerous little coffins and monitors. There were so many to count.

He scratched his chin trying to process this. "So far it seems like they're kidnapping women for a zoo of some sort but that's all I have to work with. Unless there's another attack or a radio call for new instructions then maybe we'll have more to figure out this enigma."

[chocolatejr9]

The Sixth Sense nodded in agreement. "So all we can do is wait, huh? Alright. Let's just hope nothing gets drastic between now and then."

[SWS33K3R776]

Oxnard nodded as he drank his scotch. "You should probably check the playscale police girl." He said, trying to hide that sense of desire, "don't worry of she runs. This manor is heavily armed with silent alarms, sensor readers with heat signature reading scanners, and well placed hidden cameras. Even if she gets past all that, there is the outdoors; not regarding animals but the reality that this mansion is 37 miles away from the nearest town and at her size she won't get far." He told the Sixth sense all this but he wasn't addressing him; no this was for his pocket riding little police woman.

Oxnard stood up. "I believe I need another round of scotch. Shall I pore you more?" He asked his house guest.

[chocolatejr9]

"If you don't mind, I suppose." The Sixth Sense then decided to sit down on a nearby chair. He proceeded to take the tiny woman out of his pocket (carefully). "Now then," he told the little one, "I never got a chance to ask, but what's your name?" He was trying to assure her that he wasn't harmful.

[Elana]

Carol. Please you look like a reasonable person. Save me. I don't want to end up as the pet of a super villain.