#zenith 01

status: closed to @zenith-moi​​

The elevator ride up to the floor containing the armory and specialist labs is a quiet one. Not because he’d already switched forms, but rather because there just didn’t seem like much to really say to Zenith, now that the time had finally come for the two of them to carry out their side of this sprawling plan of Catalyst’s. He was grateful to be partnered with her, outside of Dulce, Zenith was the next villain in line that he’d worked alongside the longest that was part of this plan. She was steady and reliable, and next to him he knows there’s nothing the two of them won’t be able to take down together. Which is why, he supposes, that out of all the floors its the one holding the armory they are heading to. 

“Remember, don’t be afraid if you need to leave me behind,” he says finally just as the elevator dings to let them know they are only two floors away from their destination. His words are not meant to be chivalrous by any means, more so meant to be a simple reminder that he can get out of any situation, while her and whatever hero they were there to save couldn’t. “Worst case scenario, and we get too overrun in there, I can play distraction and give you enough time to slip out with our damsel in distress- whoever they are.” 

He gives her a chance to counter his plan if she felt she needed to, and it’s soon after that the elevator doors open, revealing an empty hallway. The sounds of the fray they were soon to be entering into though, are not far off. A high pitch scream can be heard echoing down the hallways, followed by repeated gunfire from an automatic weapon. The scream wasn’t Banshee’s, that he could tell even though it was muffled and distorted as its sound waves bounced off the walls as they traveled down the length of the hallway. It was more animalistic in nature, less from the vocal cords of an enhanced human, and more from something far more... monstrous in nature. 

“Alright, if we have anything else we need to plan out, now’s the time,” he sighs, rolling his stiff shoulders as he readies to slip into his shadowy form. 

status: closed to @zenith-moi​

When Hunter had joined the Collective, she did so knowing fully well that at some point in time she’d have to go up against the heroes she once considered her partners. And of course, she also knew, that eventually- eventually, one of those such Guardians would come in the form of one of the two she would have rather preferred meeting on her own terms rather than their’s. But that, she assumed, would take some time. She was new after all, surely no one would think of putting her on any high profile crimes until she earned her stripes. And yet.... 

And yet here she was, on a rust bucket of a tug boat, heading for a ship filled with experimental firearms that she was to steal. Such a theft was guaranteed to draw in only the largest names in the Guardians, telling herself otherwise would not only be naive, but completely ignorant considering the fact the mission report she read that morning cited the same logic. 

“Zenith, Night Hunter, you should be nearing the location of the Cotoras’ vessel within the next fifteen minutes. I have established drones in the area to give myself a visual of your whereabouts, and I will continue to monitor any hero sightings. My early scouting of the vessel in question, suggests that there are at least five armed guards on duty at night, not including the ship’s captain. The likelihood of further relief support inside the vessel is incredibly high, although they will likely be asleep in their quarters.” 

She listens quietly to Black’s voice in her ear, trying her best to calm her already fraught nerves. She would be of no use to Zenith if she let herself get too caught up in the possibility of running into either of the father/son hero duo. You have faced far worse, than either of those two assholes, Dyl, she thinks to herself, as she evens her breaths,  the only reason they got you last time was because you weren’t expecting it. You survived them once, now you’ll make sure they regret it.

 “We should probably split the guards and the Captain between us,” she says once she’s certain she’d successfully concealed her nerves. “If we remove the guards quickly and quietly, we shouldn’t have to worry about messing with the ones below deck.”  

If there was one thing she was thankful for regarding the mission ahead, it was that Zenith was the one beside her. She’d fought Zenith plenty of times in the past, and knew that if she had to face either the Tin Soldier or Flame Thrower with anyone, she couldn’t have asked for a better partner than the other villain.