09-28-2017, 07:06 PM
Quote:7771 out of 10,000 Words. - Quest Completed to my satisfaction!!!
Several worn down Storm Troopers who looked like they were in serious need of a paid vacation rushed down when the Receptionist called them, replacing the crude shackles and chains that Matthew had created with Imperial Grade Restraints, to hold the Orc longer than the normal ones would. Of course, as their restraints were a set of stasis cuffs that bound both his hands, and his legs, Matthew couldn't help but be impressed. Cuffs like that were something he needed to invest in if he was to continue his work out there on the streets, and from what he had just seen he was definitely due to continue. There was no way he was going to allow the crime rate to continue to skyrocket. The poor white armored men, they looked like they were overworked and about to drop from the crime rate of this Tier. It needed a cleansing of some of the crime. This was why he knew that he had to do something about it. Yet he couldn't do it as Matthew Mcginnis. Matthew Mcginnis was a human, and a weak one at that. What he needed to do was become something more, someone more. An icon, of sorts. An actual hero. As he exited the EPD Station near where he was on "Palpatine Avenue" down in Tier Five, he started to think of what would be a good identity for him. Multi Man? No. It was too cliche. Gearhead? No... just no. It was a stupid name for his costumed identity.
An idea then hit him as he continued to drive along. Alloys were made out of multiple metals, and heroes had multiple identities. Composite. Composite Man was going to be the moniker he used as leader of the Knightmares. Yes, it was the perfect name for himself, and one that he hadn't thought he was going to use. It was in a word, perfect. "Yes," said Matthew once he dragged his weary, tired and sore body back to the lair that he called home. Of course his body wasn't just sore. It felt like someone had taken a million needles, and driven them into his body. It also felt like someone had taken a wrench to his head. Furthermore it also was like someone had shot him with a nail gun repeatedly. For tonight at least, he was finished with his heroic actions. There was always tomorrow, and tomorrow could be a good time for him to get started spreading the word out. Of course he was going to need more henchmen, but he'd burn that bridge when he came to it assuming he didn't get arrested by the EPD for doing the job they were supposed to be doing.