THE SINNERS Collaborative Fiction

5th Precinct Tactical Files
1A The Sinners
Classification : Threat Level Minor with escalation.
Power Level/Abilities : Access to advance weapons, fanatical devotion, splinter cell organization.
Place of Origination/Operation : World Wide
Background : When the Legion first attacked earth, it caused a profound change in the world's religions. No longer was Earth the only sentient populated planet in the universe, and if Humanity was crafted in the image of God, then why were there so many aliens which resembled humanity so closely. Most people adjusted over time, but a few splinter groups have emerged with a newer more dangerous philosophy.
The Sinners, as they designate themselves, believe that Aliens and Super Powered Individuals are Gods punishment against Humanity straying from his word. Aliens and Super are the personification of humanities Sins, and once they have ALL been eliminated, Humanity will once again enjoy Gods Grace and Love.
They have designated themselves The Sinners and believe that this acknowledges their guilt in this and the desire to do whatever it takes to rectify the situation.
Operating as Underground Splinter cells across the world, they appear to be heavily armed with advanced technology and weapons, humanity of various differing religions and backgrounds, apparently sharing only the commonality of their designation and philosophy.
As of this Filing, The Sinners seemed to be operating as armed protest groups across the world, content with major property damage and civil disobedience, without any apparent form of central leadership or organization.
FILE TO BE UPDATED AS NEW INFORMATION AVAILABLE


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Date and Time <Redacted>,
Location <5th Precinct Inc>
Doctor Phineas T. DeAth looked the part of a stereotypical mad scientist, the crazy frilly grey out of control greying frock of hair that had never seen a haircut or a hairbrush, the slightly ever present maniacal look in his eyes, the ever present white lab coat and outfit that seemed to be the only clothing he owned, but no one could deny his high IQ , work ethic and the fact that he worked very cheap for absolutely amazing results.
He is the focus of several of the 5th Precincts affiliate Leagues and their members seated in the large multi tiered lecture area complete with podium central to one wall and a large protection screen behind it.
Doctor DeAth : "Ahhh Ladies and Gentlemen and other beings and peoples, thank you for coming here for this urgent meeting and tactical meeting for an urgent threat... uhmm anyway... "
The projection screen flairs to life and a 3d visual North Onnotangu is projected.
Doctor Death : " I think all of you are aware of what happened there just recently, yes? Anyway, yes it was very bad, very bad , but this was worse.."
A visual of the unmourned presumably deceased President executing metas with a strange weapon is shown.
DeAth : "Yes this is worse, much worse, you see we have reason to believe that the President before his death had already produced several copies of this weapon, we also believe that these copies are missing and in the hands or certain "undesireable" elements or parties. I leave you in the hands of 5th Precincts "Legion Expert", Captain Ultra"
DeAth leaves the Podium and Captain Ultra approaches it.
Captain Ultra as the weapon graphic and specs show up on the screen : "This is what we know, mostly because of my experience with the weapon. " He pauses " In the Legion they call it a "Splat Gun" or at least that what it translates into in English, it basically causes the Morphons that are bonded to the human genome to explode thus killing Metas. Since Morphons only genectically bond with Metas in such a way, non meta humans are not affected. These particular devices are usually pretty rare, can be set various genomes such as Canine, Equine or Feline, and typically only target 1 genome type at a time ignoring all others. Supposedly they could be set to target any and all genomes, but that can neither be confirmed or denied in any way shape or form. They also require a fairly rare and exotic power source even by Legion standards. This device appears to be a fairly primitive version of it, so we do not know for sure it this information is entirely accurate. We do not know for sure how many were produced and their full abillities, but we do have solid CONFIRMED by multiple sources intel that at Least 3 of these devices have ended up in the hands of a group known as "The Sinners" . Please review the file "The Sinners" which is now being shown on the 3d Projection screen and streamed to your multi media devices.

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(Dave Andrew Gibbons)


Bartman clicked the remote, shutting the screen down as Captain Ultra's speech finshed and the meeting concluded.
He sighed, folded his arms and scanned the room of his fellow 5th: Galactic allies. The room itself was state-of-the-art and part of a larger league base, which contained other frameworks to help the team in its efforts to maintain peace in the region - and on occasion, in low orbit.
Bartman waited for a response from anybody before commenting.
Midnight Walker got to his feet and pointed at the screen. "Clearly, these weapons in the hands of these 'Sinners' could be catastrophic. Can we scan and scour all their members?"
Next to him, Timebender shook his head. "We don't know how large this group is, how many subgroups, or how large those are. They could be two-person outfits in a particular city or an entire mini-army."
Orion Star added, "Even without these morphon-targeting devices, they're still dangerous. Their wanton destruction of the business district in Kingsfield City last week is just one of many incidents. With BADGE tied up with the shard recovery project, these other factions must feel they have a longer leash to cause these issues."
"Do they have a communications network that can be tapped into?" asked Tri-blade.
Bartman replied, "The World Police branch has been trying to tap in, but there's either a ton of misinformation and dead ends or a lot of deliberate obfuscation meant to confuse anyone who's not in the know.
"And even if we get a lead on their appearing in a given location, it may not be for anything other than a march or protest against enhanced humans... or other species."
Tri-blade said, "Seems like we may have to take the more low-tech option to finding out more -"
"Which is?" asked a puzzled Super Steve.
"Infiltration," was the reply as Tri-blade opened his comms.
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"Tri?"
"How'd you like to go super-spy, Rosa?"
"Does that mean new outfits?" came a giggle.
"Maybe one or two... but Aflima will pick them out."
Rosa groaned, but smiled afterwards.

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(John Schoenfeld)

I'll do something in the "Lecture hall" from Wicked's perspective. (This would be after that in meanwhile across the compound sort of thing.) In a screen-lit command center, The Closer stands hunched over a work station. Until, his robotic arm extends with incredible speed, and a slim datapad spins through the air of 5th Precinct headquarters. A pockmarked wall catches the device as it shatters directly above a trash receptacle.
"Sinners again! If I see one more report of random violence from these astrophobes…"
His thought ends in the same uncertainty he feels, as he tries to exhale some of his frustrations.
"E.A.R.P. take dictation for the Sentinel." He Finds one of operations more comfortable seats, with a sigh.
"Closer here. the Precinct is closely monitoring the growth of the Sinner movement. Its starting to consume a lot of resources." He ramps up the venom in his voice a bit. " I realize this isn't exactly B.A.D.G.E. territory, but we've got to stop fanboying around, and get more people on this!"
"Not only is the average person, our best source of information here, their opinion is our best defense against this lunacy." He leans forward as he attempts to emphasize his words. "Fear is working against us, and it's working fast. We can stand to see a few less human heroes in the headlines right now. People need to know how much our visitors and their tech have helped us."
He leans back and massages his temple as he contemplates the unpleasantness of his next task. "I'll talk to Nova personally about releasing some of this classified information. I'd like to win as much of this War as possible on the battlefield of public opinion. That is all for now, have someone contact me when you figure out what you're doing over there."

Kindly list all the player IDs of the collaborators.

Captain Ultra, ID:15926
Tri-blade, ID:10879
The Wicked Pitch, ID:11182
Macaia's Daughter, ID:10890

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No fewer than two hundred people of various ages had assembled in the city park. Half of those carried signs with text decrying the heroes of the world or claiming the apocalypse was approaching. Rosa tried not to scan the minds of the crowd, but she didn't need any mental abilities to tell that it was an angry crowd.

"Stay cool, remember the plan," whispered Aflima from behind.

Rosa looked back. Her friend was wearing a basic white shirt, long jacket and plain trousers, and was perhaps over-exaggerating his slouch to try and not seem as athletic as he was. For her part, she wasn't yet prepared to 'slob it'; instead her choice of jeans and a varsity jacket, not to mention knee-high boots, was chic but certainly drew more attention than she'd have liked.

A man and a woman, each dressed in an all-white ensemble, stepped forward. The assembled crowd seamlessly formed a semi-circle, with the pair having a clear view of everybody. The murmuring stopped immediately.

The man spoke first in English, his voice that of a preacher.

"Our Lord is angry with us!" he shouted.

The woman spoke in Spanish, repeating the man's statement, with no less vigour.

As the pair continued speaking in turns, Rosa saw that the heads of the audience were nodding rapidly. There wasn't even a hint of doubt among them. "Supes are evil," was the thought that struck her hardest.

"They have infiltrated society, even up to our complicit government!" the man cried out.

"Take our country back!" shouted a voice from the crowd, interrupting the woman.

In unison, the man and woman held up their hands.

"From here, and to Buenos Aires, and beyond, we shall, our friends.

"We won't surrender even in the face of death.

"We have a holy force with us and none shall withstand our holy wrath!" shouted the man at the top of his voice.

Again, the woman chimed in, her voice even louder. The crowd roared, then as a unified group, turned and began to march.

"Perdon," whispered Rosa to the person she perceived as least aware of the attendees, "¿Adónde?"

"Plaza Norte," was the sullen response from the young man as he picked up a big rock.

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By the time the crowd reached Plaza Norte, it had swelled to close to a thousand.

"So much anger, who knew," thought Rosa. "And so many people angry, too," she frowned.

Around ten youths - all male - flung rocks at the windows of a department store. The glass shattered, and alarms blared everywhere. Above the alarms rose a unified voice.

"Cure. Our. Sins!"

"Cure. Our. Sins!"

Police cars soon appeared and officers cautiously emerged, wielding batons and clear shields. It was clear that they were expecting physical confrontation, something that Rosa didn't think the protestors were prepared for. She looked around for signs of the man and woman in all-white, but it was a fruitless exercise.

A rock struck one of the officers. Rosa gasped.

Suddenly and to the surprise of the protestors, the officers charged in unison, and the crowd scattered. One officer grabbed a particularly skinny man and smashed a baton across the young person's midsection, sending him crumpling in a heap.

The officer raised his arm as if to continue his attack, but a large garbage bin crashed into his helmet, rocking him. Aflima scooped up the dazed youth and jogged backwards.

Re-energized, the crowd reassembled into a set of rows and faced down the line of officers, the tension thick between the parties.

The woman and man in all-white stepped forward from the crowd and faced the line of officers. With amazing quickness, they pulled out small capsules and threw them to the ground. White smoke emerged and the crowd of protestors immediately turned and ran in various directions.

"They have Flash Bombs," chuckled Aflima's voice in Rosa's ear.

"Urban legend in the other place, here, it's common," she agreed.

"Where to?"

"I have a track on the man in white... stay close, be prepared to disconnect the comms though," said Rosa as she focused her mind.

She turned a corner and ducked into the entrance of a warehouse. Present were about 20 protestors... and the man in white. He stoically watched as others came in, then signalled to one of the others to pull the loading door down. As the door closed, a man slid under.

"Well done," said the man in white to Aflima as he got to his feet.

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