1.3 Celebration's End

Bob Cat laughed as he wrapped his arms around the shoulders of two beautiful women. As the redhead to his left laughed, she swayed against him obviously very drunk. The black girl to his right rubbed her hands all over his chest and arm, obviously high on something much stronger. Bob didn’t much care. Between the drink, the drugs, and his horde of fans around him, Bob was feeling no pain either.

Death Ray sat in the corner. The silent vigilante didn’t quite understand his partner’s “unwinding”. This frivolity left them opens for any kind of attack and therefore put the people of the Steelworks in even more danger of attack at the hands of any rogue metas. The more he thought about it, the angrier it made him. His rage slowly burning higher, he decided the best course of action was simply to leave. He nodded in farewell to the bartender and took his leave of the club.

Bob didn’t even notice. He was ready to call it a night himself. He pulled the women towards the back room. Like all the clubs in the Steelworks, this one had a private room set up in back just for his use. Well, mine and the ladies, he thought.

The two young women followed him gladly, but even if they hadn’t, he really didn’t have any worries. Any of the women in the club would be ready for him at any time. And I’ll get to all them soon enough.

A low rumble from somewhere outside the front of the club built to a level that drowned out even the grinding beat of the industrial music blaring through the club. Through the haze in his head, Bob couldn’t quite figure out what the noise meant. Was someone doing construction work at two a.m.?

The front wall of the building exploded inward, sending shards of concrete in to the packed crowd. Light radiated from the street and in the midst of it, a nearly seven foot tall man stood in the shattered remains of the wall. All but the lower right half of his face was covered in solid steel as was the entire left half of his body and his right arm.

Bob Cat, even through his stupor, recognized the bioengineered super-warrior known as Wargod, even as Wargod brandished his vibro-axe against the nearest drunken reveler. And where Wargod was, Venus de Milo won’t be far behind.

As if on cue, the light from the street flashed and disappeared. An olive-skinned woman stood just behind the savage cyborg. She wore nothing more than a wispy cover-up. Draped over her shoulders, the wrap barely covered her breasts and fell down to wrap around her torso. But the cover-up was a thin white cloth which allowed anyone who wanted to see anything they wanted.

Bob Cat gaped for a moment like he always did when he first saw Venus, but he focused as the supposed goddess raised her arms. The limbs suddenly detached at the shoulders and shot in to the crowd. The hands of the flying limbs quickly wrapped around the throats of two panicking partiers. Almost immediately, her two victim’s skin began to decay as her very touch drained the life from them.

That’s more than enough, Bob Cat thought. He released his two dates and shoved them in to the back room. Without losing a beat, he continued forward at high speed and pushed himself up and over the first club-goer he met. He spring-boarded up and off the confused man and pushed himself up and over the rest of the crowd. He came down straight at Wargod, his claws bared.

His claws scraped against the bigger man’s armored face but only left superficial damage. Bob flipped away again just in time to avoid a sweep by Wargod’s vibro-axe. But when he landed, the drink and drugs took their toll as his feet wobbled under him. Wargod raised his free hand and fired a pair of slugs in to Bob’s chest. His cat-suit absorbed some of the damage, but Bob could feel the fire in his chest at the sudden shots.

Wargod kicked Bob Cat in the side of the head. Bob fell back to the floor as Wargod hovered over him.

The massive cyborg raised the vibro-axe. “My lady commands your death,” Wargod said in his mechanical voice. “Prepare to die.”

Bob cringed and closed his eyes as the axe swept down towards his head.