TY (Trinity Young) (metallic_angel) wrote in ritesofpassage, @ 2011-09-09 03:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #night guard, rylee nox, ty young |
Who: Dispatch and Anonymous
What: A mission
Where: Starting on top of a building in the town Ty was kidnapped in.
When: Weds Sept 7th, 10pm.
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete
This wasn't an NG sanctioned mission. Maybe they'd wipe a couple scum off the street between here and where they were going, just for good measure, make sure to cover their asses, but it wasn't something they had been strictly directed to do. She'd let Rylee in on the info when they got there. The other woman would probably be looking for a fight because honestly? When wasn't Rylee looking for a fight? Ty wasn't sure there was a time. However, if they fought or not, tonight that wasn't the purpose, not the strict point. Though Ty wouldn't deny a good ass whooping. Some thug on the street wouldn't be very satisfying but it would help lessen the burden at least a little.
Ty, as Dispatch, did a lot more than the NG directed her too. Roughly five years ago she'd signed up for the NG when a bus load of kids got killed due to some super villain's havoc ridden plan and complete disregard for life. It was then, after telling Cam, she'd gone and signed up.
Unfortunately the NG hadn't been everything she had hoped for. Being sent to Columbia to stop a drug lord trying to ship things in, while technically helping kids in an indirect way, wasn't what she had been looking to get out of this partnership. So Ty had come up with a resolve, one that allowed her to go out at night, even without missions from high up, as a crime fighter.
The reputation she developed over the years as Dispatch, Night Guardian, helped to make things easier, it helped to break up fights quicker, to deter bad guys from even beginning to start shit. In the end, Ty was simply using the Night Guard as a safety net to make sure she stayed alive and to make sure Dispatch had a quickly spread and widely understood reputation for taking criminals down fast and hard.
She'd have taken Cam but he was still badly upset after the rescue mission and after their talk on Monday it seemed like his foundation was shaken. Ty couldn't blame him and the conversation, which they had come to a firm agreement in the end about what their plans where in the coming months, seemed concrete. Ty hoped, prayed, it wouldn't come to what they had decided, but things didn't look like they'd be changing any time soon. Especially with the response she had received from her fellow Night Guard members, who, she felt, more or less told her to sit down, shut up and come back and talk to the other adults when she was 'calmer'. It was funny really, she actually was calm. Ty hadn't blamed the NG for what had happened, or Cam. Getting killed or taken prisoner was part of the job that she had been aware of before signing up with the Night Guard, so finally becoming a prisoner of war... Hadn't fully shaken her as much as it probably should have.
However, when she attempted to form a plan of action, even if indirect and non-offensive, and was shot down because everyone was 'doing everything they could'? Ty had a hard time buying that. No one was talking to each other, no one had shared any information with her other than Cam. No one was checking in on people, no one was asking questions, no one was forming a future action response team or plan in case this call came out in the future again, no one was running records of powered individuals to see if anyone else had gone missing, no one was pulling together as a team, no one was doing anything but keeping an eye on a camera it appeared from the minimal discussions she had, had when she did attempt to seek information.
That was when Ty had gotten pissed.
Getting finger prints, blood samples, sending Tactus in, getting a sketch artist and so many more things she hadn't bothered to make a full list because she was certain, it would take up an entire night of writing.... Not that she hadn't been having sleeping problems anyways...
There was a million things to do that people weren't. fucking. doing. That didn't involve rushing in like a damn bull with it's head down but no one really seemed to be stepping up to that plate. Ty didn't want to rush in and had no mind to do such a thing either, but there were other things that they, the Night Guard, as a team, should be doing.
Ty had signed up for back up, for a team, for a group of people working together for a common good and... There was no team in the Night Guard.
Grabbing a sheet of metal and a back pack Ty headed for the roof of her apartment building, using her metal manipulation to open the locks to the roof before closing them appropriately behind her. Once on the roof a glance was given around before she began to retrieve the containers of liquid metal from her pack.
Gearing up in her normal liquid metal suit and sinking a few extra vials of liquid metal into it, the mask was put on and her normal 'surf board' (A sheet of metal folded over it self a couple times that she used to ride in the air, much like Silver Surfer, and secured her self to by temporarily bonding the liquid metal of her 'suit' to the metal of the 'board') was pulled out. Securing the bottom of her suit to the 'board' and making a mild alteration to her normal costume (now wrapping the liquid metal completely over and around her head, only leaving breathing room for her nose and transforming the liquid metal over her mouth into a solid sheet (so that her mouth was free behind the 'sheet' to move as needed, but still covered) Dispatch took off from the roof after stashing the pack in it's normal hiding spot.
It took a bit to get to the building she'd instructed Anonymous to meet her at but once there, she detached the liquid metal from the sheet she had 'flown' in on and mentally shifting the sheet metal from under her feet, Dispatch dropped the few feet down to the roof with a muted 'thunk' as she cleared the metal away from the bottom of her feet as to not make as much noise before reforming it over the bottom of her foot ware again once landed. The sheet of metal floated vertically in the air next to her and a glance was cast around the building top. It would seem Anonymous wasn't there quite yet.
Time for the waiting game.