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Post by Locke on Apr 2, 2021 8:45:05 GMT -5
It was a simple job in theory. Locke had known for some time that a few thugs had planned to hit the local bank and make off with whatever was in the vault at the time. Before had he come across such knowledge it would've gone to the police. Now? His plans had changed. Knowing roughly when and where these criminals would be during an attempted getaway would provide a very lucrative opportunity. It was a Friday night in the midst of spring, a light sheet rain of pelting the asphalt and ooblong buildings of Central City. The dim orange hue of streetlight bathed this part of town in an amber glow. Few people were out and about during such late late hours, either passed out drunk or safely secured in their home. His chance had finally come, and with only a slight hint of reservation Locke donned his junkyard armor and took to the skies on the outskirts of the city.
"Pass, chart a course towards destination gamma," His limited A.I. did the rest as it pulled up a holo-map on his HUD. PASS' current navigation system was little more than a private GPS server though even that was a risk as government agents digging for details on this robbery could stumble across it. Higher and higher he flew, and Locke had gone so far that now any bystander below could easily mistake him for a small plane and not a humanoid hunk of metal. The man's breathing quickened ever so slightly. He had forgotten so soon how much of a rush it was to fly. Especially in a personal suit like this. PASS' energy scanner had pinpointed the location of a fast-moving van moving away from the small branch bank Locke had planned to wait at.
"They're ahead of schedule..." With little option but to change his plans Locke picked up speed, thrusters hissing in high altitude as he caught up to the fleeing vehicle in a matter of minutes. Police sirens sounded in the distance, making it clear that the robbery had either been discovered or reported by now. It wouldn't be too long before helicopters were in the air, and Locke wished to avoid having to deal with that at all costs. His suit was more than capable of taking them down, but the man behind the metal was not so keen on such an idea. With steely resolve he soldiered on. The roof of the black van would suddenly be torn open like a tuna can, a few bewildered men inside staring up at the hulking suit for a few seconds before opening fire.
Locke ignored them as he moved to grab the bags of money. Bullets ricocheted off his plating with nary a scratch or dent. Robotic hands full of straps from the numerous duffels, Locke jumped off and prepared to take flight in a few moments, skidding along the road and coming to a temporary stop to ensure what he picked up was the correct bounty. In the span of thirty seconds he had assaulted and secured his prize... presumably.
Locke's Battle Power: 12 (Antisense)
Cyclotron's Battle Power: 4,500 (Antisense)
"Pass, chart a course towards destination gamma," His limited A.I. did the rest as it pulled up a holo-map on his HUD. PASS' current navigation system was little more than a private GPS server though even that was a risk as government agents digging for details on this robbery could stumble across it. Higher and higher he flew, and Locke had gone so far that now any bystander below could easily mistake him for a small plane and not a humanoid hunk of metal. The man's breathing quickened ever so slightly. He had forgotten so soon how much of a rush it was to fly. Especially in a personal suit like this. PASS' energy scanner had pinpointed the location of a fast-moving van moving away from the small branch bank Locke had planned to wait at.
"They're ahead of schedule..." With little option but to change his plans Locke picked up speed, thrusters hissing in high altitude as he caught up to the fleeing vehicle in a matter of minutes. Police sirens sounded in the distance, making it clear that the robbery had either been discovered or reported by now. It wouldn't be too long before helicopters were in the air, and Locke wished to avoid having to deal with that at all costs. His suit was more than capable of taking them down, but the man behind the metal was not so keen on such an idea. With steely resolve he soldiered on. The roof of the black van would suddenly be torn open like a tuna can, a few bewildered men inside staring up at the hulking suit for a few seconds before opening fire.
Locke ignored them as he moved to grab the bags of money. Bullets ricocheted off his plating with nary a scratch or dent. Robotic hands full of straps from the numerous duffels, Locke jumped off and prepared to take flight in a few moments, skidding along the road and coming to a temporary stop to ensure what he picked up was the correct bounty. In the span of thirty seconds he had assaulted and secured his prize... presumably.
Locke is currently suited-up in Cyclotron, both have the 'antisense' trait. Cyclotron is always "transformed" and thus has a BP of 22,500 thanks to its "Mk. II [x5]" form.
Locke's Battle Power: 12 (Antisense)
Cyclotron's Battle Power: 4,500 (Antisense)
