VIRUS ALERT!!! or Who Wants To Be a Hero?

A new stealth drone the most advanced drone the us had was flying over the skys of Ashford island matthew Quence had decined the drone when he was President his company had built it soon it would be the drone for the U.S. military it was not effected by the viruses

Quence watches the strikes with a frown on his face this doctor was becoming a pain

"JR is not answering you sir we cant get anyone on the island not even the ose agents what should we do ? "

Matthew starts tapping his fingers on the table next to him he said nothing

"Sir ? "

Still nothing matthew stands puts his hands behind his back finely he speaks

"Order a recall all ose troops from the island till President pace reach out to Ethan Ashford till him the U.S. will grant the island nation status for now if the oddities want to kill each other thin so be it let them kill themselves till pace to talk speaker trump into pulling all us businesses that have set branches there out the doctor dos not like big corporations thin we will show him how normals play "

He terns to the man who was sending out all the texts Quence was smiling "inform all strife cells in till I give the order this doctor mobius is to be the man they go at to kill use all are toys we have I want him dead ! "

Matthew picks up his glass of red wine and throws it at the screen theres a crash as it hits the screen "ALL SO GET ME Ethan Ashford HERE RIGHT HERE ! "

OOC: when you have a chance hollow Quence wants to talk with you hes mad

Today Madison was working the reception and booking desk at the fitness centre. She was still dressed for coaching tennis though as she did have classes later on that day. At least until her computer went completely nuts with Weird Al blasting out. She eyed the screen curiously and heard the entirety of the speech by Dr Mobius. It did sound like the ranting of a comic book bad guy but hearing about the mobots really got her attention. Things might just get messy. 

She stayed calm as she texted her girlfriend Mallory Q. Nottingham and hoped this would go through.

<Hello sweetie. in the fitness centre working. Things might be nuts for a while but I'm safe at the moment from whatever a Mobot is. Love you Madison>

She kept it short and sweet and got back to manning her phone after locating a baseball bat from the sports stores. It didn't take long for a panicked call to arrive and she advised them to come to the fitness centre for shelter after calming them a little. It wouldn't be the last either as any building was now a beacon for panicked towns people.

He was perhaps the least technological person on the island which simply meant that even though he had a phone he did not use it much so it took him a little longer to realize that something so catostrophic was going on, on the island. Still as he arrived on the scene, he took a second to peer around and he noticed it. A bot of some kind as he spoke.

"I do not really have time for this today," he said. The strangest of things always happened when he was supposed to be off and enjoying his time as he walked back to his jeep and slowly began to gather ammunition. If he needed to be ready for a defense he would do his best in the end and hope that it would not cost him his life.

By the time Mallory found her girlfriend the trickle of people who had sheltered here was becoming more like a river. All the off duty staff got called in to help as well. So by then Madison was getting more concerned and this showed in her face. Suddenly a baseball bat didn't look like much to fight back with.

"I'm so glad you made it my love" she said giving her a hug and a little kiss. "This doesn't look good but people do feel confident; more so the oddities as they have something to fight back with. I've only got a baseball bat" she added her voice softening but these people were her responsibility; one she felt and this was her home now. She was also with the woman she loved.

Mallory Q. Nottingham

Despite the chaos unfolding around him, Doctor Möbius was eerily calm. One of his Möbots trundled up from the front to hand him... a cup of coffee that had been purloined from a local shop. It was piping hot and fresh, and it gave him such a sweet caffeine rush as he serenely sipped from it. Why shouldn't he relax? His main goal for the day had been accomplished in the first few minutes of the attack. Well, possibly. Just to be safe, Möbius pulled out his phone from a water-tight compartment on his belt and tapped up a text message to Theodore Ashford Jr, checking in on the state of dear old dad.

It read as follows: 'Is ur dad ded? LOL' The text was followed by a few emojis and smiley faces. Then, as an afterthought, 'Delete this after your reply and don't check your phone.'

With that done, he perused his handiwork. He had a limited supply of Möbots, and they weren't quite as armored and protected as he would have liked... but the small arms fire that the cops and security forces had thrown their way wasn't really able to punch through their steel chassis. However, there was a little hiccup. If he had more advanced AI, or better sensors, or some sort of knowledge of what made Oddities have powers, then Möbius might have programmed his machines to specifically fail against Oddities... but that was pretty much impossible for him to do. So, instead, Doctor Möbius had programmed his Möbots to fail against anyone that fought back who wasn't wearing a cop or security uniform.

This all meant that when the S.T.R.I.F.E. cells activated all at once all over the island, his Möbots at first started pulling punches and missing shots. Which motivated the STRIFE operatives to fight back harder, pulling out their stops... To the point that an unmarked van clobbered its way through a bunch of Möbots, damaging them, and pulled to a stop right in front of Doctor Möbius.

"The hell...?"

The door to the van opened and a man with a shotgun and a belt of grenades and ammo leaped out.

"FOR A PURE FUTURE!"

Without missing a beat, Doctor Möbius pulled out an absolutely mundane sidearm that he'd liberated from the captain of the submarine that he stole... and shot the man point-blank, center mass.

BLAM-BLAM-BLAM.

"Oh wow! The astroturfed hate-group is getting in on this?! That's hilarious!" 

He laughed and returned his gun to its holster. Out of the corner of a goggled eye, Möbius saw the other people in the van start clambering out. He looked at the dead STRIFE operative, and then... pulled a grenade from the belt, pulled the pin, and threw it hot-potato style into the van. One explosion later, he pulled out the little tablet-looking computer that he carried with him and input a new command. Now, the Möbots would ping him whenever they hit resistance using guns, grenades, or similar military hardware. If he didn't tell his Möbots to ease up, they wouldn't. With the new command input, the Möbots that had wiped the floor with Navy Seals... started absolutely demolishing the STRIFE agents. Shots that they had missed suddenly connected, blasting open skulls and riddling chests with holes, or frying would-be-terrorist with enough electricity to kill a rhino. Efficient tactics that had been ignored were suddenly utilized with the internal Möbot communications sharing information on priority targets and good places to control theaters of battle.

Radio chatter pinged from a walky-talky-looking radio set on the belt of the man that Möbius had shot. He had an idea... he entered commands for the Möbots that were still on the submarine to search for areas where Möbius hadn't managed to hack the network. There was no way that whoever was running the show didn't have backing from the US government and their own network that couldn't be easily hacked from Möbius' backdoor into the Ashford stuff. Which meant... a warehouse that conspicuously had none of the Ashford smart-tech that the rest of the island ran on was a good target. Especially since it seemed to have radio chatter streaming from it on the same frequency as the little radio that Möbius had stolen.

Doctor Möbius clicked the broadcast button and spoke directly to Matthew Quence (Matthew Quence ) in his own safehouse and the men in the warehouse acting as STRIFE's command center.

"I seeeeeeee yoooooou! And guess what I have?"

A button was pressed. Another flurry of Tomahawk Cruise missiles went flying... all impacting and exploding on the building that was acting as STRIFE's nerve center. Everyone inside was blown to smithereens, as was their equipment. It wasn't the ONLY safehouse, but it was a big and important one.

"If you guessed a dozen more cruise missiles, you win a prize! WHICH IS A FREE BULLET IN EVERY SKULL AND A BOLT IN EVERY BODY! Back down or I'll slaughter your little Klan-comma-Taliban like the sheep they are. And I'll blow up every building you're broadcasting from while I'm at it."

With that dealt with, Doctor Möbius moved on to other matters. Such as the girl with wings and a gun (Alice Seraphim )... He pinged her as an Oddity to the Möbots, who all coincidentally started missing the shots that they took while aiming at her. Somehow, Alice's maneuvers were always keeping her JUST out of harm's way, just ahead of bullets that could have grazed her wings while she ducked out of spots that were hit with lightning bolts moments after she vacated them. When she ducked in to blast the bots with a shotgun, they didn't dodge... and they fell over, seemingly non-functional. When she got close enough for Möbius to see, he took a few potshots in her direction while shouting.

"STOP THAT WOULD-BE HERO, YOU MORONIC MACHINES!"

"We obey."

"Destroy the Oddity."

And yet, despite his command, the Möbots failed to do so. They just kept firing shots that missed and throwing punches that didn't connect, or which didn't connect very hard.

Same with how the bot that shot at Francis (Francis Dominic ) blasted him with a bolt of electricity that was, at worst, as bad as one of those self-defense TASERs you could buy. Another Möbot stepped in front of his Jeep, blocking him from getting ammo for his gun with a metal fist that hit just hard enough to send him sprawling.

"SURRENDER OR BE DESTROYED."

And then there was Madison and Mallory, (Madison Nottingham-Quinzell and Mallory Q. Nottingham ) the two young lovers reunited... who were, all of a sudden, surrounded by about four Möbots, all armed with those cartoonish rayguns rather than the regular firearms that others were using.

"Bow down to the might that is Möbius. Surrender."

After giving her orders to Dana, Lynn whirled around on a heel and took off towards the center of campus; every so often she'd wave to someone to get down or get to this building or that one. To her, the plan was first to get people to safety and then deal with any invaders that she came across.

Suddenly, as she was about to round a corner towards the center of campus, Lynn paused; she coulda' swore she'd heard something metallic approaching. Peeking out from behind the corner of a building she was behind, Lynn's eyes widened at the sight of one of Dr. Mobius's "Mobots" rolling down towards the university Quad like it was on a summer drive. "What the ....?" she whispered, watching in horror as it gunned down a student who, to her sight, looked to be retreating.

"Son of a bitch," she whispered, waiting as it continued on down before darting out to the fallen student as quickly as she could; kneeling down beside her, she could tell the student was gone - eyes unblinking and wide open, several expanding red dots in their chest. Taking a moment to close her eyes, Lynn shook her head as the anger began to fill up inside her. "You mechanical bastard, you," she muttered, getting up and walking slowly towards the robot. "You mechanical bastard!" she yelled out at it. "Yeah, you; you tin-plated overheated pile of metal and wire--"

Just as she finished the Mobot turned and fired at it, spitting out a stream of rounds that had Lynn ducking and rolling forward and to the side to dodge them. Getting back up on her feet, she knew she was too close to use her singing power but...

With a long scream, Lynn yelled at the Mobot, the sonic waves riding out in concentric circles towards it. The Mobot paused, having been knocked bit a little bit, but very quickly it spit out another long stream of bullets at her. "Shoot and scoot, kid, come on," Lynn whispered as her and the Mobot played a very deadly version of cat-and-mouse - sometimes with her as the cat, hitting it with scream after scream - and sometimes with her as the mouse, dodging several bullet streams.

This went on for several minutes until Lynn got right next to the Mobot and with as loud a vocal scream that she could muster, nailed the Mobot right dead center. For several seconds it crackled and spit out sparks from all the abuse it'd taken and Lynn wasn't sure she'd killed the damn thing when it gave out a long sighing sputter and fell on its' side, smoke rising from several cracks in its' metallic "skin". Fire danced up from one or two of the cracks and for good measure Lynn knelt down and gave it a quiet scream, almost like she was blowing into someone's ear but with the touch of a coup de grace' blow.

Satisfied the Mobot was down, Lynn had just stood up when she heard a couple explosions from towards the university's dormitories. Dana! she thought; no time to text her, she mused and she quickly gave orders to a couple of uni cops that'd rushed out from cover to find SSO Alice Seraphim and to let her know what was going on. Once done, she rushed over to the dorms to see what was going on there...