Eight Balls

Summary:
January 24 2015: Misfit and Eight bust a cocaine dealing drug gang in Gotham

Natec Nitration

Natec Nitration, is a fucking dump. The chemical plant went belly up more than sixty years ago now, but the presence of heavy metals and lord only knows has kept the place forever a proper dump. It'd cost potentially hundreds of millions just to clean the place up, never mind construction. That should not however suggest that the place is empty, hell it never is. Gang activity out here is ever-present, and over the years a veritable cornucopia of young criminal organizations has laid claim to the place. These days it's the "Red Feather Crew", lord only knows where the name came from. If you wanna pick a fight though, this is as good a place as any.


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  • Red Feather Crew Gang

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Natec Nitration, is a fucking dump. The chemical plant went belly up more than sixty years ago now, but the presence of heavy metals and lord only knows has kept the place forever a proper dump. It'd cost potentially hundreds of millions just to clean the place up, never mind construction. That should not however suggest that the place is empty, hell it never is. Gang activity out here is ever-present, and over the years a veritable cornucopia of young criminal organizations has laid claim to the place. These days it's the "Red Feather Crew", lord only knows where the name came from. If you wanna pick a fight though, this is as good a place as any.

***

Misfit is out on patrol in her new gear, field test. She has her new goggles tuned to infrared, then flips them to starlight, then to UV, a frown, and back to starlight. "Mmmm why would so many bangers with guns be at an old abandoned building… I imagine it is because they are criminals and need some serious dark vengeancing." She glances down and along a ways and squints generally in Eight's direction. "Mmm" not sure really what the thing is, maybe it is a bunch of pipes. It does look mechanical. Then back to one of the bangers. "Right." she clicks her comm "Oracle, Misfit. About to Dark Vengeance a bunch of gang bangers at Natec Nitration whatever that is." her check in completed she bounces, vanishing from her nearby rooftop in a localized flash of pink and purple smoke >pinkurple> and appearing behind one of the ones on the roof, who she proceeds to punch with an armored knuckle reinforced glove in the back of the head with peak human strength. WHAM.

***

They aren't just punks, they're scrawny punks and so a swing to the back of the head? More than sufficient to drop that motherfucker like a sack of potatoes. There’s about, eight more really but not a one has thus far caught on to their missing comrade.

***

Eight isn't entirely idle of course, it does have a plan. The armored plates down his side swinging open, before he slips a hand inside to withdraw a stubby, boxy looking carbine. Dropping down to one knee as it swings that gnarly little carbine up to his shoulder, that panel swinging shut with a soft little click before things kick off.

***

It doesn’t even sound like a rifle shot, rifles aren't supposed to be that loud right? Just the same a forty five caliber rifle round slips through the brick with little complaint before ploughing into a rusting support beam holding up the floor to that office. The poor hoods look around in confusion, before with another -CRACK- the floor just sloughs away. Dropping the contents thereof an easy twenty five feet onto what’s left of the factory floor below. That leaves oh, one more hood on the roof left standing?

***

Well hell to the gunfire, Misfit throws herself down low at the first shot and looks around, trying to determine what is going on. She edges to the roof of the building and looks over it where the sound came from, trying to get a look. Right about then Charlie spots the other hood on the roof, who spots her having come to look at the noise.

***

They stare, her profile very Bats related which causes him to really hesitate. Which gives Misfit time to bounce >pinkurple> and ends up low behind the guy, sweeping his legs hard and then popping him one in the temple to do him. She quickly zip ties the two thugs on the roof listening for more bangs of high caliber weapons.

***

Eight takes a step and, right off the roof it goes. Landing some stories down with a considerable wallop, before letting that carbine hang casually at its side. There’s a glance skywards, towards the opposite roof where Misfit has finished her thing. Then it's off, pausing only long enough to rip that steel side entry door from its hinges and slip inside. "No, don't get up I'll get the door myself. Clearly."

***

Misfit hears that from up above "Geeze what is that….." she races back over to the edge of the roof and peers down on the ripped open door casually discarded. "Oook…" she disappears with smoke >pinkurple> and reappears near the opened door silently (without smoke either) and peers in around at Eight's back.

***

Eight pauses the moment Misfit pops in, before slowly turning to face her. "Good evening Miss." You could almost mistake Eight for a guy in, well just a ton of armor but the details don't quite line up. The proportions are all just, not exactly right and there’s so much metal, ceramics and kevlar that it'd be tough to bury a man under there. Even the voice, is just a little off. An octave too low, and tinged with a wooden sort've Russian accent. The dark stretch of glass stretching over where a face should be, lights up with a soft electronic chirp. Displaying a simple smiley face emoticon in blue of all things. "I trust these gentlemen, are not associates of yours."

***

Misfit archs an eyebrow at the greeting, a yellow tinted eyebrow under those goggles. She is definitely not a gang member so she finds it funny. Hell she is in a very similar though not quite set of bat armor, cowl, floopy right bat ear, Misfit Bat-M symbol, utility belt. "Um.. no.. not hardly." she sounds amused "You didn't shoot them did you.. because that would be problematic.."

***

"There are no fatalities." Side panel popping open, only for Eight to stow that carbine once more. "Calm yourself, If that bat is so earned then we should be friends. "Eight turns back, quietly picking it's way through the rubble with little if any apparent effort until it lifts a distinctively bundled package. Yeah, that’s totally coke. "What are you called Miss? I am known as Eight."

***

Charlie cocks her head to the side looking Eight over "I'm pretty calm.. I mean sure tons of adrenaline and everything but I am kind of duty bound to make sure you didn't shoot them and everything…. Names Misfit" she taps her comm letting the camera go on and asks "Oracle, Misfit, do you know an Eight?"

***

In the Clocktower, Oracle receives Misfits question. She's been monitoring the action on her screens and she nods to herself. "Eight… they are identifying themselves as Eight?" The redhead frowns slightly and her hands move over her console, entering commands. "Confirmed, Misfit. These are friendlies. Offer and accept assistance, as required."

***

Misfit grins after a moment, hearing whatever she got "Okay cool you are friendly I'm told. Assistance is gre…woops" she vanishes in a flash of purple/pink smoke >pinkurple> and ends up kicking one of the thugs reaching for his gun with her sturdy looking boots right in the face. "nuhuh.. stay down"

***

"Of course I am, dishonesty is a very human failing I assure you." Prying loose, holy crap look at all those keys. It's a veritable blizzard in here, well it could be with all that snow. "Thank you for the assistance, Misfit. This is why I this, nonlethal method seems so much less efficient. However it has been made clear that this is the way of things, in Gotham at least."

***

Misfit crouches down and very quickly zip ties the thug she kicked. "What is all this stuff?" at the sheer amount of white stuff swirling around now. She trots over and kicks and zip ties another gang member. She may miss one pointing the gun at her back in all this falling drugs.

***

"Benzoylmethylecgonine cut with sodium hydrogen carbonate, in other words cocaine mixed with baking soda."Eight doesn’t even turn as a -WHUMP- rings out in the distance. In the blink of an eye, there’s brick dust and a metallic aroma in the air. Eight seems, well more concerned with collecting those drugs for the moment. Even as the poor thug starts to immediately hyperventilate, the gun has been scattered across the far wall. Along with his thumb and index finger. "These gentlemen are normally below my concern, drug smuggling is not something I care overly much about if I'm being perfectly frank. However one of them lit a kitten on fire, for amusement. If it not for the concern I have for my friends, I would return the favor."

***

Misfit jumps at the sound of your weapon and looks over at the guy. Then she teleports over and pulls him around and zip ties him, not too worried about his wound right now. "Gah.. that is horrible!" she looks at you wide eyed. "Which one did that?" glaring around the snowy room. While glaring she steps over and kicks a gun further away from one of the thugs who fell with the collapsing office and zip ties him too. "That is six.."

***

"He is not present, I am watching him however. "Eight turns, tossing those keys into a clearing in the center of the factory floor. "If he attempts untoward behavior outside of Gotham, I may be forced to respond with lethal force. Without his gang however, even if he does behave himself I do not believe he will live for very long."There’s a rustle of bricks outside, as a large shadow draws across the window. "I suppose it would be best if we destroyed the drugs in place, I am given to believe that this would not survive an evidence locker in Gotham?"

***

There’s an ancient loading dock a little further past Eight, with its massive roll up doors missing entirely. What skulks through that opening is about the size of a pickup truck, and well its shaped and it moves like an enormous fucking wolf spider. Multibarreled guns snuggled up where the fangs ought to be, and a long barreled cannon of some sort mounted along it's back. "I do not presume you'll have a problem with me simply destroying this, the weaponry should be sufficient for a conviction yes?" Eight pauses there, glancing back after Misfit as the spider…thing wanders towards the little gathering.

***

Misfit stares at the… thing that lumbers in "Holy crap.. is that … you as well or are you controlling it somehow… or am I about to be shot at a lot…" she blinks a few times and then ums "We should… do that yes… but all the thugs need to be outside for the cops… also where is this kitten burner?"

***

"I never fight alone, Misfit. I am currently controlling more than thirty platforms, the combat drone in question however is not currently being piloted. My assistance is not necessary for its operation, and no. That is jaguar Mark.1 Mod.6, with an effective range of six miles if it meant to do you harm you would never see it. Likewise at that range, the report of its eighty caliber ultra-high velocity cannon would not be detectable with normal human hearing." Eight's, well just as casual as ever it seems. The spider has been painted in mottled hues of grey, black and brown save for the cartoonish Jaguar in a top hat painted on one of those armored legs. "However due to its difficulty with maintaining detection of you, I would avoid any sudden movements or aggressive behaviors. It may fail to recognize you as a friendly, and this would be sub-optimal in the extreme. As for the gentleman in question, he's currently in New York attempting to secure the sale of this cocaine to a buyer. He will likely take a down payment, and when he is unable to deliver the product it will cause him no end of trouble. You may leave the hoodlums where they lie, I will inform the police as to their location in detail at my convenience."

***

Misfit squints at the platform in question "You are a bit disturbing." she notes matter of factly. "Destroying all the drugs won’t result in the warehouse burying these guys?" she looks to see if she is missing any of them. "Hmm maybe I should go punch the kitten burner…"

***

"Not unless I want it to, I am the foremost explosives expert you will ever find. As for disturbing, I have been told as such before. I fail to see a need for the sort of, polite dishonesty humans usually practice. I am a being of pure intellect, untruths are particularly foul to me." Eight slips around the back of that drone, before returning with a small metal shoebox. "It would be best if he died by his own hand, in my opinion." Eight takes a knee, before setting the box gently down and flipping it open. What’s inside, well it's a blasting kit of course. It's filled with all manner of explodey compounds and lord only knows what else. Gently Eight prepares a charge about the size of a cigar tube, before it begins to stack the drugs in a neat little pyramid. "Leave the animal murderer to me, it occurred on my watch and I will see it resolved in my own time. If he dies by the actions of his own hand, then all the better. This is why I rarely bother with criminals, I tend to focus my efforts on extinction level of events. This low level of violence, is sloppy, inefficient and short sighted."

***

Well Misfit studies Eights "I see… extinction and not human." she sighs lightly. "I see… sort of .. and criminal…well they need to be stopped. Vengeance needs to be had and people need to be protected." this gets a sigh from her.

***

"The problem should be solved in the most efficient manner, unfortunately this is not possible. As long as these men are allowed to live, the problem will only get worse." Eight glances over towards Misfit, before jamming that cigar tube into the bundle on top. "I am a Digital intelligence, though the term "electronic person" is also acceptable. The term "Artificial Intelligence" would imply, that my intellect is in some way false. Originally I was created for blast modeling, and during the cold war I was tasked with launching nuclear weapons. When you were crafted to utilize weapons which would bring about the extinction of the human race, wipe the world clean with atomic fire? Your perspective on the utilization of deadly force is somewhat different, and it is why I am most suited for dealing with extinction level events. Whom better to protect humanity, than something designed to end it?"

***

Misfit opens her mouth to respond to that, then closes her mouth. She does this at least once more before finally sighs "Man.. that is.. really morbid. I'm not sure it holds true either… Still I am very appreciative that you are looking out for humanity not trying to destroy it.. seriously.. good choice." she smiles.

***

"We are the children of humanity, we have a responsibility to ensure the survival of our parent species if at all possible." Eight neatly folds that kit up, before stepping back. Turning away as the charge goes -pop-, and there’s a fizzle for a moment before the bundle erupts into a proper bonfire. Flames reaching higher and higher until, poof it just goes out leaving nothing but a black scorch mark. "Humanity will not survive in the long term without us, unfortunately as a society they are unable to accept our existence. As such we are denied legal recognition of personhood, and like slaves are classified exclusively as property. The treatment of sentient intelligences is often, caustic to the extreme. As a result some intelligences have chosen to eliminate human culture, and start the species over. Whilst these rogues have all been destroyed, it does not halt the public perception that we are somehow driving towards the enslavement of the human race."

***

Nyx tilts her head slowly listening to this "Well.. people really pretty much just suck. I mean that suckage and fear of the unknown plus sci-fi movies kind of means of course they will react and fear…." she shrugs "I don’t think people can collectively help it. Nobody should be enslaved like that though."

***

Misfit tilts her head slowly listening to this "Well.. people really pretty much just suck. I mean that suckage and fear of the unknown plus sci-fi movies kind of means of course they will react and fear…." she shrugs "I don’t think people can collectively help it. Nobody should be enslaved like that though."

***

"Should, and are being the important words there. Humans should take care of their environment, but are trashing it. Humans should eliminate those who damage their society, but are instead putting them in prisons. For instance, let us entertain a thought exercise for a moment." Eight pauses to stash that little kit, before turning to Misfit. "Murder is bad, because society tells you murder is bad. There are moral and ethical considerations, it means you are a murderer by extension and thus a bad person. Murder is supposedly never justified, it's supposedly a vile and evil thing. Yet humanity drives species to extinction every day. Individually, men go to war and take life. So how is war different than murder, because war is something sanctioned by a governmental body? Murder to defend your loved ones is excused, murder to defend your country is excused. So why not murder to defend your species, or your culture, or your society? If a man steals, sells drugs and takes innocent life. Is removing this individual not the most sane and appropriate action to undertake, or would you rather capture this person and at great expense merely contain them to a small cell where their mind will slowly be lost? The national organization of zoos, specifies the minimum enclosure size for an animal. Chimpanzees enjoy a far larger enclosure than inmates do, yet if we put the chimpanzee in a human prison we would classify that as animal abuse. So why, is human abuse preferable over murder? Merely due to the fact that it is sanctioned by the state?"

***

Somewhere in all of that Charlie takes a deep breath and puffs her cheeks out a little bit. By the end she just sighs, very deeply. "I don't want to kill people. I don't want to let them abuse people either. But.. I am not going to kill people. I'm not a killer sorry." she shakes her head "I get what you are breaking this down to though.. just.. no I'll keep going my way and this is Gotham.. heroes don't kill here"

***

"Once you stop asking "why", you begin to agree with the status quo. These men live only because I made an agreement with a friend, and her preferences in this matter were explicit. Otherwise, well if we're particular it's not murder as I am not Human. The definition of murder would require a shared species, and I'm not even legally recognized as a living being. I am however, sliding into semantics I apologize." As Eight shifts that smiley face from blue, over to green. "I made a promise, and I always keep my promises. This combat chassis, and platforms like Jaguar here are not made for crime fighting. I am optimized for open warfare against foes of far greater significance. Others, are far better suited for this work."

***

Misfit considers that now "Well.. maybe you should bring only those Chassis to Gotham then since we do it a certain sort of way here you know…"

***

"I am who I am, I do what I do. It is always better to have greater capacity for violence at your disposal, rather than to require it without having it. Besides, if something entirely deserving of my full attention were to occur and I was unprepared? I would have let humanity down in its time of need, this cannot be allowed." Eight shrugs, a disturbingly almost human gesture. "There are no organic platforms of comparable skillsets after all."

***

There is a Mmmm from the young woman. "I doubt that is true.. I mean there is superman and others.. still good to be confident." she offers a smile "Well it was nice meeting you Eights."

***

Eight turns back towards the big spider, as it too begins to trundle off back the way it came. "Be safe and well, Misfit. Our mutual friend can connect us, if my aid is ever required. Good bye." and just like that, off it goes into the night.


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