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Auralis city, the present day. A police officer calls in a X-Seven.
Seven ment a simple break and enter. X ment anything but simple. Auralis city had long adapted to the presence of its superhuman defenders. The heroes of the Justice Society, lead by the Council of Five.
For the police force of the medium sized city with both an upper and a lower class district, industrial, social and technological centres, this was both a boon and a curse.
A boon in that, most ordinary criminals knew better than to even try, a curse in that they were often regarded as just assistance to the superheroes, when another one of the 'special criminals' tried their luck in the central city of justice. To prove themselfs, because they held a grudge, because they were crazy...
This time, it was none of the above. Or perhaps it was, but the answer wasn't this easy to come by. One of the heroines and a more suspicious one at that, had a rising suspicion. Most of her comrades decried it as paranoia, because, 9 out of 10 times.. she was a little too paranoid.
But perhaps, this time, it was a number ten case. The changes had been subtle, not crimes, but a lack thereof, a lack of information. Perhaps another shadowy organization, but if it was one, then finding them was like following someone shadow alone, and dusk was coming. Criminals willingly moving away from a certain part of the city, people disappearing, reappearing after a few days, always with perfect excuses, seeming perfectly normal. Too normal.
Was it crazy to see a pattern in a complete lack of a pattern? One would have thought so, until the mysterious symbol surfaced.
A grafiti no one paid mind to. A flier of a sect or church few cared about, the babblings of a homeless person or two on the street few listened to, yet, all three had described the same thing. A person, with a ring on the third finger on their hand. Or was it on the fifth finger? Stories conflicted. And a symbol. a hand, holding the world.:
But those paying attention might wonder what all of this had to do with the X-Seven call of the police officer. A break in, a bit at the edge of the silent, suspicious 'noise' zone in the city, into a pharmaceutical manifacturer in the industrial district, but the thing that was interesting was the police officers report:
"Yes, I'm standing at the corner Brown street Harbour bay, infront of the fence, theres a hole in it. No security guard, but I followed someone.. inhuman, I suspect. I couldn't recognize any features, long, dark cloak, strong enough to tear a hole in the fence.. oh, a ring on their fourth finger, saw it when they hopped into the plant. Do you have any forces nearby? Sorry, ever since the incident with Dark Steel and what happened to Dave's leg I'm not going close to anything potentially inhuman."
Dark Steel, or, Dr.Steele, before he transfered his consciousness into the android body had been the last supervillain that had dared challenge the Justice Society in Auralis city itself, a few months back. He had been a dangerous challenge, requiering the united powers of four heroines to take him down, but was significantly less of a thread with his consciousness trapped in a computer running Windows 95.
A quick check on the Pharmaceutical company, Stone enterprises, would reveal nothing too unusual, a standard medicine manifacturer, though they had some rare ingredients that, if mixed by the wrong hands, with the right chemical expertise, could spell havok for the city. A break in couldn't go unchallenged, however, unless there was note of a more serious threat, there was no need to send out any elite heroes either, better to give rookies some training.. and perhaps it was best to silently investigate this one rather than attract immediate attention, if it was indeed a trail.
Seven ment a simple break and enter. X ment anything but simple. Auralis city had long adapted to the presence of its superhuman defenders. The heroes of the Justice Society, lead by the Council of Five.
For the police force of the medium sized city with both an upper and a lower class district, industrial, social and technological centres, this was both a boon and a curse.
A boon in that, most ordinary criminals knew better than to even try, a curse in that they were often regarded as just assistance to the superheroes, when another one of the 'special criminals' tried their luck in the central city of justice. To prove themselfs, because they held a grudge, because they were crazy...
This time, it was none of the above. Or perhaps it was, but the answer wasn't this easy to come by. One of the heroines and a more suspicious one at that, had a rising suspicion. Most of her comrades decried it as paranoia, because, 9 out of 10 times.. she was a little too paranoid.
But perhaps, this time, it was a number ten case. The changes had been subtle, not crimes, but a lack thereof, a lack of information. Perhaps another shadowy organization, but if it was one, then finding them was like following someone shadow alone, and dusk was coming. Criminals willingly moving away from a certain part of the city, people disappearing, reappearing after a few days, always with perfect excuses, seeming perfectly normal. Too normal.
Was it crazy to see a pattern in a complete lack of a pattern? One would have thought so, until the mysterious symbol surfaced.
A grafiti no one paid mind to. A flier of a sect or church few cared about, the babblings of a homeless person or two on the street few listened to, yet, all three had described the same thing. A person, with a ring on the third finger on their hand. Or was it on the fifth finger? Stories conflicted. And a symbol. a hand, holding the world.:
But those paying attention might wonder what all of this had to do with the X-Seven call of the police officer. A break in, a bit at the edge of the silent, suspicious 'noise' zone in the city, into a pharmaceutical manifacturer in the industrial district, but the thing that was interesting was the police officers report:
"Yes, I'm standing at the corner Brown street Harbour bay, infront of the fence, theres a hole in it. No security guard, but I followed someone.. inhuman, I suspect. I couldn't recognize any features, long, dark cloak, strong enough to tear a hole in the fence.. oh, a ring on their fourth finger, saw it when they hopped into the plant. Do you have any forces nearby? Sorry, ever since the incident with Dark Steel and what happened to Dave's leg I'm not going close to anything potentially inhuman."
Dark Steel, or, Dr.Steele, before he transfered his consciousness into the android body had been the last supervillain that had dared challenge the Justice Society in Auralis city itself, a few months back. He had been a dangerous challenge, requiering the united powers of four heroines to take him down, but was significantly less of a thread with his consciousness trapped in a computer running Windows 95.
A quick check on the Pharmaceutical company, Stone enterprises, would reveal nothing too unusual, a standard medicine manifacturer, though they had some rare ingredients that, if mixed by the wrong hands, with the right chemical expertise, could spell havok for the city. A break in couldn't go unchallenged, however, unless there was note of a more serious threat, there was no need to send out any elite heroes either, better to give rookies some training.. and perhaps it was best to silently investigate this one rather than attract immediate attention, if it was indeed a trail.