Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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Type: Plot Winner: N/A Summary: Nova, in the effort to capture and arrest a number of Criminal Operatives that had been causing trouble in the streets of New York, somehow found his way to California.. The Fang Organization was a widely recognized criminal enterprise that was practically on par with that of the Hero Association. Their operatives are spread out all across the nation, and in order to shut down criminal activity it would require Derek to climb up the later, so in order to shut off the drug trade in his city. Derek had to cut of their supplier. He had done his research and ascertained the location of a lab at Yosemite National Park.. Derek would head there in the attempts to save his neighborhood. Meanwhile, Jason having arrived in California not a few weeks ago was working undercover in an attempt to capture the elusive crime boss, in the meantime he was tasked with defending the lab at Yosemite. Terrain: Lab, Dusty Plains, Rooftop etc. Range: N/A [will change throughout the battle.]
It had been a long night for Derek Matthews, after scrapping with the numerous thugs that had littered the streets outside his apartment the night before all without the use of his quirk or equipment found himself now on a flight to California.. he had been aware of the rampant drug problems that arisen within his city in the past few months or so, but assumed it would be handled by the proper authorities.. Derek was wholly aware of his status as a hero in training, as opposed to an actual professional but what his professors and mentors didn't know wouldn't harm them... or so he thought. He had told them he had intended to visit his family. Being a native Californian, which he would but this wasn't his only reason for making his way to the greatest state in the nation. After questioning the thugs he had roughed up the night before, he was able to ascertain the location of their supplier, as well as the main lab that they operated from, after learning this the young hero deliberated for a moment before packing up his things and buying a ticket to the city of beautiful women, weather and weed. The last time he had been back home was during the Sports Festival but that had long since made its cycle in his psyche. He was here to put and end to the turmoil that diseased his neighborhood, little did he know that he wasn't facing mere thugs, but harden criminals and trained villans.
Amidst the humid air and under the scorching sun of Yosemite National Park, Jason would be making his rounds. He had been deeply ingrained in an undercover mission, hoping to cut the head of of the snake by residing in it's lair. It was a dangerous job no doubt, but the danger would not keep him away from seeking justice. Fear was not something that a protector should have within him in the pursuit of his goals.
He had done a good job of fooling the gang thus far, and he had worked what seemed like magic to earn the Hooligan's trust. Some seemingly shady things he had done were mere smoke and mirrors, a victory that was a result of his superior strategy and intellect over the lowly gang members.
He had been tasked to guard a meeting of some head hunchos in the gang. Some thug named Quavo who apparently had a penchant for rapping was one of them, while a vice captain in the squad he was tailing was another. Jason would make sure that while he was guarding the place, he would find out any information that would lead to the arrest and ultimate end of every member here. It was important that he was completely aware during his time here
As the plane landed in California, Derek quickly gathered his things, and exited the plane with the fellow passengers.. he had ridden coach as this was the only thing he could afford on his meager salary but living a humble life was nothing out of the ordinary for Derek, he felt the lavish things in life weren't meant for him and he was far from a materialistic person. He followed the regular procedure and quickly got a cab out of LAX, and towards Yosemite National Park.. thinking of his strategy as he stretched his arms along the leather seats of the car. He knew the base would be heavily guarded, but he had no idea where the thugs would be, what he would do, and how he would infiltrate. He knew to come there concealed, even his hero identity couldn't be revealed as he was doing unsolicited, unwarranted and unlicensed hero work as a student. He quickly put on his gear in the backseat of the taxi, so that upon arrival he could quickly absquatulate. As soon as he exited the taxi, the scorching sun hit him, the humid air made his throat feel dry and this was home town.. he had never been to Yosemite Park but from where he stood all he saw was unrelenting beauty as far as the eye could see, the weather however was less than pleasant and far from comfortable, but he had set out on a mission and he nothing could hold him back..
The meeting had started in an indiscriminate warehouse in a secluded area of Yosemite National Park. Two groups of different regions under the same criminal umbrella gathered and met at a long wooden table in the center of the single room that was housed within the complex. The foreigner, the man that seemed to be the center of attention of the newer gang was truly a site to see. Decked out in what seemed to be several millions of dollars in designer clothes, diamonds, necklaces, and other apparel, the person that Jason was almost sure was Quavo was making his presence known
With the status of his fame in the rap game in mind, it was no surprise that there were atleast a couple fans of the man who was known as "Huncho" in several circles, even amongst the gang Jason had been tailing. One of the grunts asked Quavo how he was so successful,
“Is it my looks? Is it my wealth? Or is it the way I carry myself? We had to get serious and hit all aspects. We had to graduate. That's what you got to do: reach all people across the nation. "
These words had went over well with the grunts as some of them stood in awe of this revelation. It seemed as if the meeting was going by swimmingly thus far
Derek hadn't been walking for long, and yet he was already working up a sweat.. one could say the heat was unnatural Derek would say it was ridiculous.
Derek: Geez louise... I don't remember it being this hot.. man there better be some weak thugs at this warehouse.. I can't handle fighting strong guys under this heat *sweats profusely*
Derek took step after step, and finally he saw it, just as his contact back in New York had said, there was a warehouse in the northeastern side of Yosemite National Park. There would be a meeting today and even the leader of the thugs would be present. Derek couldn't pass up this opportunity, he would think to himself as he raced along towards the warehouse.. suddenly he would stop and drop to the ground. He could see a few guards surveying the perimeter of warehouse.. He would have to figure out a way to either get around them, or get to them without being noticed and incapacitate them. As Derek thought about it some more getting around them seemed nearly impossible so he would have to figure out a way to get to them and quickly knock them out. He looked from side to side trying to find a blind spot...
In the warehouse, more people had gathered and discovered that Quavo was indeed in the building. THere were quite a few fans of his actually, and even Jason found himself getting into it. The grunts had set up a small stage in the warehouse as they waited for the full population to join the warehouse. The fact that the guards were more preoccupied with the iced out rapper than actually guarding the building was just a small showing of why Jason was able to so easily infiltrate the place. However, Jason could not deny the fact that Quavo actually had some skills.
A microphone had been found and Quavo was on stage freestyling
"Two cups, Martell pour it neat Serve a fiend, fuck a bitch then go to sleep I need to get me a maid before we leave No key pull up, remember me Remember me, I'll remember me Take 'em way back, Lil Jon energy Pockets real fat, Cashville ten a key Fire the blunt, it done die it off, yeah Ride off, bitches ride off, yeah Your boss, he done died off, yeah I just cut the dirty stove and pied off, yeah "
Jason found himself sort of awestruck at Quavo's rapping and skill. He had heard that he was in a group known as "The Migos". Surely he was the leader of the group if so, especially with rhymes like this.
As Derek looked around for a blindside he found a hill besides the warehouse where he could approach from and would quickly circle around to get a vantage point of the warehouse. as he came down from the hill he noticed that the guards seemed to preoccupied with what seemed to be a rap concert? As Derek approached he found himself jiving to the bars the rapper spit, as he quickly got to work with the guards...
Derek: No key pull up, remember me. remember me..
Derek would say as he quickly and quietly snuck up behind one of the guards, wrapping his arms around the guards neck to choke him out and put him to sleep. He dragged the body away and onto a bush as he got to work on the rest of the guards.
Derek: Woo~ yeah..
Derek would say as he punched the back of one of the guards necks, knocking him unconscious.
Derek: Ride~ yeah...
Derek dragged the body he had knocked unconscious back where he had placed the other one, as he went back to knock another guard out.. this one atop the warehouse itself. Derek would simply grab a rock from the ground and throw it full strength at the guards head knocking him off the warehouse and conveniently onto the pile of bodies he had laid out.
Derek: Easy peasy...
Would say as he continued to take care of the guards guarding the perimeter.
As Quavo continued to spit heat, Jason figured that if the actual guards weren't going t do their job and be accountable of the building, that he had to at the very least. In a meeting of such a matter, being aware was paramount. He didn't really understand how these grunts could be so negligent of their job when they have been hired to do something so important, but then again, that was probably why they were just grunts. That didn't really explain why Quavo was acting like this, as he was supposed to be a higher up in the regional gang, but then again Jason figured that Quavo cared a bit more about rapping then being a crime boss
"Hey who got the weed?" Quavo would say after finishing his freestyle
He probably cared about alot of things more than being a mob boss. Nonetheless, Jason would begin feeling out the subatomic particles that lay within the warehouse to get an overview of the area. It was upon doing this that he would see that there may actually be an intruder in the building, as he could feel several grunts laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. And as Jason would slip out to find the who did this, the final part of the meeting, the local boss, would arrive.
The grunts and Quavo would quickly gather themselves and take their seats
As Derek quickly finished handling the guards surrounding the perimeter he could hear what sounded like a motor, a car was approaching and from what Derek could see a VIP was arriving.. a smile would spread across Derek's face. He took cover amongst the bushes and the two mob bosses began to greet one another.. Quavo outstretched his arm in an effort to "dab up" his compatriot.
Quavo: hmmm.. That's wassup we living lavish... ight come thru we got important mattas to discuss. But before we begin you got some weed?
Derek didn't have time left to simply wait for the two to reveal their plans, he would capture them here and know, he was wearing all black to conceal his identity as the VIP began to walk towards the warehouse entrance. Derek would quickly intercept them, pulling the metal warehouse sliding door horizontally and releasing a intense beam of light to weld the metal sliding door to the side of the warehouse. Effectively locking the remainder of the guards within the warehouse. He wiped the sweat of his forehead and walked back towards the two men outside, as the entourage quickly charged at him with clubs and swords Derek would knock-out and disarm all of them. He would then aim both gauntlets at the crime bossess...
Derek: You know what this.. Don't make this difficult for me..
As the boss of the local gang, Julius Rock, stepped out of the car.
Yes it was Julius Rock of all people. Many often wondered how a man with such a meager job was able to provide for an entire family, and had often suspected that he had some sort of side occupation going on behind the scenes. But few had thought that it could be something as deep and corrupted as being a crime boss. He was rather perturbed that he had been interrupted in such a way. He was actually used to the random hero trying to make a name for themselves to come for the boss. Sadly his money saving ways had carried over to his side occupation. The reason that this kept happening was that Julius had outright refused anything more than the bare minimum on his security force, who had only just now realized that a gigantic warehouse sliding door had opened, closed, and been welded shut. They were running around in a frenzy as they realized that if whatever had come here touched the boss, their ass would be grass. Julius spoke gruffly to Derrick, not wanting to waste his time, as time was money.
Negro if you don't get out of my face. Do you know who I am?
His goons then raised their guns and would fire directly at Derrick, only missing because they had been shocked to see a blast just at the door, with a man in a black suit emerging from it.
Derek still surprised that he had managed to defeat all the guards guarding the warehouse with such ease would smile. The pile of bodies strewn across the back of the warehouse near the hillside, the plethora of goons bewildered and confused as to how they found themselves trapped within the warehouse they were tasked to guard. It had all been easier than the fifteen minute walk it took to get there. Derek turns towards the crime boss now getting a better look Derek could recognize him from his dark blue jumpsuit alone.. it was Julius Rock... a incredibly stingy professional who was known to do the bare minimum to achieve optimum success. It was actually quite genius how he was able to pull off his enterprise with his financial ideology. As Derek raised his gauntlets at the two, it seemed Julius would take his turn to speak...
Julius: Negro if you don't get out of my face. Do you know who I am?
Derek: Alright first off.. don't call me that or I'll punch your nose into your brain and start talking about you behind ya back. Second I do know who you are you stingy rockhead buffon, but I really don't care. You and ya mans coming with me, or I'm knocking yall two out. I'm not afraid to slump celebrities...
Derek would say calmly and with authority.. he had noticed the gun shots and the man behind him with his peripheral vision he would quickly drop both Quavo and Julius before turning around to face the man in black.
By this point several of Julius' very cheaply retained security guards had been defeated by some sort of intruder. And as Jason emerged from the warehouse he believed that he had found the intruder. Some sort of hoodlum seemed to have risen up and tried to take down Quavo, and what looked to be Julius Rock. The man had knocked both Quavo and Julius back, somehow completely going around Julius' personal guard. But while their security were no more than what had perhaps been street bums 3 hours ago, both Quavo and Julius were rich people who could afford personal trainers and Karate classes. And Karate they would show as they both put their hands up and got into Karate stances. Quavo would be particularly upset as Derrick was dangerously close to breaking his custom Cartier frames.
But as they got in their stances, Jason would exclaim
"What's going on here! Boss, is their a problem?"
Jason wasn't sure who this intruder was, but beating some random gang member would surely put him in Julius favor so that he could finish his mission.
"Should I go get my Migos on the phone?" Quavo would say as he looked sternly at Derrick, who had clearly just disrespected him
"Yeah, take this cracker out" Julius would say to Jason as he slid backwards and pressed his key fob to open the trunk of his car
Derek was almost shocked to laughter, what else could he do to respond to the ridiculous outcome of his plan. It seemed as though despite the ease of taking down the various guards paid to guard the warehouse and the criminal enterprise ran by Quavo and Julius, the two crime bossess were actually quite solid in regards to combat. This was made apparent by the karate stances they both entered to block the punches Derek had thrown.. And Derek couldn't help but laugh.. the man in black decided to speak up
Jason: What's going on here! Boss, is their a problem
He couldn't help believe another one of the scrubs he had fought had arrived. Did he seriously think he could take on Derek alone? What's more Quavo would turn to Derek,
Quavo: Should I go get my Migos on the phone?
And Julius would answer his loyal servant
Julius: Yeah, take this cracker out!!!
Derek: yall wildin, gotta say this is already one of my favorite vacations. So who are you Mr. Hot-shot.. You look real fire-ed up.. but where's ya heat don't tell me your fighting me bare handed...well ight.. I won't keep flaming you.. these sick burns too much for you to handle. 207 Wrds.
As the man was making heat puns, Firestorm's eyes would glow and send nuclear energy straight towards the man's open mouth
"That was me last season. I've had character development since then"
He would say as the energy was fired directly at the man.
Quavo would roll to his left, showing off his athletic skills, and would withdraw a solid gold pistol from just behind his gucci belt.
"I'm the only one that says hot shit around here homeboy. Huncho Houdini is about to make you disappear"
And he would fire a shot toward Derrick's left leg. It was clear that Quavo was still upset from earlier.
Meanwhile the grunts that remained upright had now seen how the man in the lot outside had laid waste to the rest of them, and realized that this job was not worth the 2 Pizza Lunchables they had been promised for completion of the job. They watched in awe as the events in the lot became far more intense then they had ever imagined.
Julius would make it to the back of his car and would also get his own gun. The gun was an old revolver that he had picked up at a yard sale and was loaded with 1 bullet very carefully in order to save expenses on bullets. Julius would pull the trigger to shoot Derrick soon after this, but the old gun would misfire
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