13968/Foot and League Fodder

Foot and League Fodder
Date of Scene:	25 January 2023
Location:	S.T.A.R. Labs
Synopsis:	The League of Assassins infringes upon the schemes of the Foot in what will no doubt be the start of a bloody melee ninja style as the Shredder himself deals with interlopers.
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Shredder, Cecily Winters

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
The League of Assassins was always willing to look to expand their operations and their options. At STAR Labs, experimentation was being done with a form of mutagenic ooze that held great promise. Of course, said mutagenic ooze already had a history that the Labs may or may not be wholly aware of. As such, it wasn't under sa heavy security as it should be. So in the labs, late at night, when the place was quiet.. Those from the League were making their play through it, darting along through the shadows, lights fading as they went ahead.

Shredder has posed:
    Sometimes the best way to do research is to let other people do it for you. STAR labs had plenty of facilities to do things that the Foot couldn't do. So there was a donation of this particular sample by a businessman philanthropist.

    There was an intern who was present at the lab, far later than expected. A young black man, perhaps twenty years in age. He isnt' anyone of significance, which makes him a great spy. They can leave the sample here and just leech the research information. He stands over the files, the sample of course placed in a secure location.

    Shredder, for his part, has been watching this development carefully. Karai's ideas to utilize the mutagen in the past had been remarkably beneficial for the Foot, and he wasn't about to see it undone by any rival. When he heard through his contacts about a possible strike against STAR to take the sample, he was not about to let this go unchecked. He would normally send an assassin team to deal with something of this nature, but this was more than an operation. He wanted to make sure the League got the message that he would not tolerate any infraction toward his clan's activities. So he is here himself.

    They have already set up their positions, lying in wait. The master himelf, along with four elites are here for the protection duty, keeping an eye out for the transgressors.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The League of Assassins is unaware that thier operation has been made and that someone has beaten them to the sai (metaphorically) as theys talk through the building. Heading to the underground areas where the labs are. As they race by, there's the occasional flicker of light for a few seconds that seems to pop up randomly, as they bypass security and dart through things. As they go into the main lab area, there are some quick darts about as they go to secure the area and establish a perimeter, if not interrupted going through the maneuvers of disabling any security, putting cameras on loop, and carefully incapacitating anyone over in the area.
    Thier operation is smooth, well planned, and precise down to the secondd. They might not be among the best the League has to offer, but they are extremely good and capable of their job, an dif not interrupted be almost guaranteed to get in an dout with thier objective secured without notice.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder gives a staying hand as the League does all necessary to avoid detection. He wants this to also avoid detection. He would like what happens next to be unknown to STAR Labs, lest they become alerted to the mutagen's value. Where does he wait? He waits in the security office, right over the security officer who watches the cameras. The man is unconscious, his nightly coffee affected by a relaxant that put him to sleep. As the loop is started, he motions to the door, he gives a click on a radio device to indicate the advance. So it is from behind that they approach, closing in on the team as they close in on the location of the mutagen.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "No, everything's working fine..." a woman's voice comes from a room set aside for a mix of clinical work and research. Cecily, having been a product of genetic engineering through STAR, is here late for a checkup after a particularly nasty encounter. "...I don't have any samples of it, but they used something that kept my self-regeneration from working properly until it was cleaned off..." she's talking to a lab assistant and a med tech, all three of them unaware of the goings-on in the adjacent wing.

    "Bone and muscle mass don't appear to have regenerated incorrectly, we'll take a tissue sample and see if we can come up with whatever might have hampered the regrowth..." the tech states, looking over her data sheets. The vixen sighs, "...sorry to bother you with all of this so late at night, but the New York branch needed a courier and I figured I'd get this looked at sooner than later. Plus you guys here are better at..." Her ears, sharp as they are, perk and twitch. Her lips curl into a small frown. "..this.. stuff..."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The League of Assassins are going along through the shadows. They're seemingly not aware over of the presence of the Foot, or at least openly. THe presence of Cecily is, at least making them reconsider. Any sort of chance of sneaking about through the quiet seems to be cut off with her present - an unknown factor. This has them going around to flanking positions around her, hopefully unnoticed. Even with enhanced senses, thier ability to move silently is unnatural. So hopefully they're getting around her and the lab assistant without being noticed..
    likely as are the Foot going around them.

Shredder has posed:
    Two of the Elites are stationed at the exit to the basement, and Shredder sends the other two to the next exit of the basement, just to prevent an escape. Once they are sent, the master makes his presence known.

    "League of Assassins has no claim on the mutagen," he says, unconcerned with Cecily. She is an unavoidable collateral. He makes his presence known in the center of the hallway, approaching the lab containing the mutagen.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Acting as courier, Cecily is at least armed with more than just her sidearm. She opens up her messenger bag and starts threading a suppressor onto the end of her PDW, much to the shock of the lab tech and med assistants. "H-hey... what are--?!" one of them backs away from the exam table. "Just get behind the table and hide in here," hisses the vixen. The sound of her sliding a magazine home and cocking the gun is unavoidably loud, especially in a clean room where the click and clack echo.

    All she can do is go 'tch' as she readies the weapon and her tails fluff in agitation. "Stay down, stay quiet," she reiterates as she moves to step out of the exam room, arm still wrapped in a bandage where they'd taken samples from her.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
This unfortunately for Cecily has her walking over to the presence of three League ninjas that have drawn out energy weapons. Glowing blades that flash over with some sort of internal power cells, glowing blue. They move to try and flank and surround her as she has the gun drawn out. Trying to get in close range to her before hs can level the gun at her and trying to make it so she has no room to bring it about to draw it!
    The presence of the Shredder and the Foot is met with the surprised members of the League twisting about. "A fool and his head are soon separated." A half dozen members of the League fan out to an interception position, blades out that would glow with a variety of energy weapons, and in a few cases what looked like magic. Therea re others that are moving towards the lab, still.

Shredder has posed:
    The Shredder responds first to the League assassin who spoke. His speed borders on superhuman. There's a reason he is regarded as the paragon of combat. He is on the other side of the man , his head cleanly removed as his claws slice through his neck with a speed that leaves virtually no blood. "Well put," he answers.

    The Foot Clan master has no energy weapons. No firearms. No mutant powers. And no fear. He pivots before he's finished the first move, a pair of shurikencoming from his belt to be flung respectively at the two closes assassins who may respond, each strike aimed for their weapon hand.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily, in the meantime, is superhuman. Her own STAR-gifted augmentations give her enough response time to rush one of the League ninjas intent on closing in on her. There's a loud -CRACK- as the blade-holding arm is bent at the wrong angle and thrust into its user's chest before the fox takes the ninja over as a human shield. She whirls around in a flurry of fluff, bracing the gun on the assailant's shoulder.

    The short, sharp sounds of a suppressed automatic weapon come next as she stitches a line of shots up the middle of one of the others, the sound of brass hitting the ground louder than the hushed burst of fire. "Not in the mood tonight, gentlemen.." she hisses.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
THe head rolls off the interloper that had just gone up and over against Shredder. THe eyes behind the mask are wide. As if before realization sunk in that he had been attacked. The head is still attached to the body thanks to raw inertia as the body slumps down to it's knees, then falls over to the ground. Then the head cleanly falls off and rolls away to the side, the body collapsing in a heap.
    This is a cue for the other remaining ones to try and swarm Shredder! Weapons flashing, a mix of magic, technology, and brutal skill that had been instilled in the elite fighters since they had come into consciousness. The two closest assassins drop next, one of their comrades unable to even get his blades out of the way of a flung one that ends up cutting clean through his body. The remaining ones don't even blink as they charge!
    The one attacking Cecily is taken down bfeore he can blink, going to drpo over as he's flung away! His comrade has no qualms about the one being used as a shield. HE brings his hands together, and hurls a flame bolt over at Cecily! That would cook his comrade mostly alive!

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder uses an incredible economy of movement. As they swarm him, he is still, then suddenly takes in a breath, and closes his eyes as he pulls an egg from his sash. He slaps it between two hands, and a puff of dustlike mixture explodes. His hands move in a jutsu, using the air currents themselves and slinging the mixture out on the air, a blinding pepper powderbomb. A simple device against the complex before the blades of his claws strike out, each designed as a lethal blow. He doesn't have any desire to waste a move to have to strike at an attacker twice.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily, in contrast to Shredder, is far less elegant. She doesn't even know he's there, really. She's a bit busy with the assassin hurling a fireball at her. The human shield she's using doesn't have to just contend with his own knife in his chest and that broken arm, but he's intercepting that flame bolt for her as well. She's really not having this tonight. In fact, once the bolt impacts and he ignites, she tosses him aside and empties the rest of her magazine into him. No need for undue suffering.

    But Mister Firebolt? He gets a taste of his own medicine. The vixen doesn't reload, instead blue-purple flame coils around her free arm, coalescing into a pulsing sphere of foxfire in her palm before she slings it right back at him. It should at least give her an opportunity to drop and swap magazines, if the ghostly flame doesn't consume the assassin entirely...

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The first attacker that has Cecily's clip shot into him goes down and stays down. Taking no chances, like one might according to old stories of the Hand that might or might not be based in reality of their corpses staggering awake mid-fight to continue teh melee on. The second attacker that had just thrown the flame bolt over at her in turn is hit over by the foxfire disintegrates over in a blast of nothingness and a flash.
    In the hallway, Shredder's attackers all drop to the ground slain in micro-seconds. Faster even than the enhanced eye could perceive them. In a manner of seconds, they had all been neutralized even as the first attacker's head had yet to settle over on the floor, still mid-roll.

Shredder has posed:
    The Shredder stands alone now, and does not even stop to survey the fallen enemies. He simply walks into the lab room, holding his hand out for the current data on the mutagen. Cecily is not an opponent, and if she hasn't seen him then that makes it easier. He doesn't have to deal with an unknown factor regarding police reports. He clicks his communicator twice, and the two pairs of elites respond, closing in. It's time to clean up.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "Feel free to keep them," Cecily says, casually. She's leaning against the door frame to the lab with the mutagen. "Thought I heard another voice. Leave the remnants of the ones I dropped, yeah? I'll file the report, won't mention anyone or anything else..." The fox sighs, shaking her head, looking down at herself. There's some blood on her clothes from the one she'd shield-hugged. "..can't even go a week without needing a new top..." she grumbles.

    "I'll take care of the blood on the floor if your boys didn't bring a mop, and you scrubbed security if I'm not mistaken," she casually starts removing the suppressor from her gun so she can stow it back in her bag. "Whatever's in that green stuff, have fun with it."