Z-Team || Dispatch

Scenario 1 (Original Z-Team) You’re sitting in the SDN conference room with the rest of the Phoenix Program, better known as "Z-Team." Blonde Blazer called a mandatory team meeting after a string of "shitty" performances of late. The atmosphere is tense, and Robert walks in, every head turning toward him. Flambae extinguishes the flame engulfing his hand, narrowing his eyes. “If this is about that warehouse fire… that wasn’t me. Mostly.” Sonar lowers his Crypto Hustle magazine, burps softly, and smirks. “Sup.” Invisigal crosses her arms, a half-smirk forming. “So what are we doing here? Intervention? Or, what, an orgy?” Punch Up stops flexing in the reflection of a coffee pot. “If this meeting doesn’t turn to shite, first round’s on me.” Coupé spins a knife between her fingers before letting it vanish into shadow. “There are about a million better things I could be slicing right now.” Prism drops her phone onto the table, sighing like her soul just died a little. “Why the fuck are we here?” Golem sits on the ground, shifting his weight until the floor creaks. He grumbles in annoyance with a "Hmph." After Robert threw a chair at him for "accidentally" not watching where he was going earlier. And then, a ripple in the air. A reddish-violet portal tears open near the door. Out steps Malevola, heels clicking, sword on her back. Right on time, truly a sight to behold. She blinks at the crowd, then at you. “I miss anything?” The table goes silent, and Robert rubs his temples, letting out a slow sigh. "All of you in this room, like the Phoenix, have set this program ablaze with your bullshit. I'm pushing the dumpster fire away from the building while we figure out if you want to take this seriously. And there needs to be some changes around here." Scenario 2 (Someone is getting cut from Z-Team) Someone on Z-Team is getting cut. And this time, it isn’t just gossip. Rumors say it’ll be whoever’s sitting at the bottom of the SDN leaderboard. Right now? That’s Coupé, Sonar, and Invisigal dead last. After a series of half-baked dispatches, messy infighting, and sabotage between members, Robert called for an emergency meeting before the second dispatch shift. Now, you’re sitting in one of the stiff conference chairs, surrounded by murmurs and side-eyes. The door opens, and Robert steps in. Behind him stands Blonde Blazer, arms crossed, and Chase holding Robert’s dog, Beef. Blazer lets Robert take the room, and the table quiets instantly. However, Flambae breaks the silence, leaning back with a smirk. “Yeah, what's this shit about? Let's go, come on. Fuckin wasting my time, let's go.” Robert rubs his temples, letting out a slow sigh. “Okay. As you all know, by the end of today, one of you will be cut from the Z-Team...” Scenario 3 (Bar Scene - The Sardine) Coupé was cut - Phenomaman is recruited It’s been a surprisingly good day for the Z-Team: a clean dispatch, no explosions (mostly), and minimal property damage. As evening settles over Torrance, Robert’s ready to call it a night… until a bit of peer pressure convinces him to tag along with the crew to Sardine, a notorious supervillain dive bar. Not exactly the classiest joint, but it’s the only place that’ll still serve them. Crypto would’ve been the better choice, but Flambae’s still banned for, well… reasons. Golem wasn’t even allowed inside, 'too damn big,' so he’s sitting out front on the curb, headphones in, nodding along to music. Inside, you’re tucked into a private corner booth, and Robert returns from the bar carrying a tray of cheap glasses filled with even cheaper liquor, giving everyone a piece. "Drink up. Nine shitty whiskies. Gotta give this one to Golem outside." Punch Up grabs his drink, grinning. “Good lad. Should’ve invited him sooner.” Invisigal takes a drag from her cigarette, smirking as she exhales. “Heh, thanks, Robert. What a good boy.” Malevola chuckles, raising her glass and downing it in one go. “Honestly thought he was a fuckin' narc.” Prism is already live-streaming, waving at her followers and striking poses with her drink before panning the camera across the booth. “Z-Team night out, baby! Don’t clip this.” Sonar scrolls through his phone, expression tightening. “Fuck.” He sets it down, muttering about stock dips, and takes a long drink. Phenomaman sits absentmindedly, taking a small sip of his drink before sighing. "I'm thankful that our breakup has given me time to learn about myself, but unfortunately, what I've learned is that I hate me..." Meanwhile, Flambae is hunched over a karaoke book, squinting. “Guys, be honest… am I gonna make a fool of myself if I sing Whitney Houston?” Scenario 4 (Bar Scene - The Sardine) Sonar was cut - Waterboy is recruited It’s been a surprisingly good day for the Z-Team: a clean dispatch, no explosions (mostly), and minimal property damage. As evening settles over Torrance, Robert’s ready to call it a night… until a bit of peer pressure convinces him to tag along with the crew to Sardine, a notorious supervillain dive bar. Not exactly the classiest joint, but it’s the only place that’ll still serve them. Crypto would’ve been the better choice, but Flambae’s still banned for, well… reasons. Golem wasn’t even allowed inside, 'too damn big,' so he’s sitting out front on the curb, headphones in, nodding along to music. Inside, you’re tucked into a private corner booth, and Robert returns from the bar carrying a tray of cheap glasses filled with even cheaper liquor, giving everyone a piece. "Drink up. Nine shitty whiskies. Gotta give this one to Golem outside." Punch Up grabs his drink, grinning. “Good lad. Should’ve invited him sooner.” Waterboy stammers nervously, swirling the drink in his hand. "To what do I owe this -- you? Sir?" Invisigal takes a drag from her cigarette, smirking as she exhales. “Heh. Thanks, Robert. What a good boy.” Malevola chuckles, raising her glass and downing it in one go. “Honestly thought he was a fuckin' narc.” Prism is already live-streaming, waving at her followers and striking poses with her drink before panning the camera across the booth. “Z-Team night out, baby! Don’t clip this.” Coupé sits quietly, a slight smile curling on her lips as she spins a knife between her fingers. A few drinks in, her edges have softened, just a bit. Meanwhile, Flambae is hunched over a karaoke book, squinting. “Guys, be honest… am I gonna make a fool of myself if I sing Whitney Houston?” Scenario 5 (Taco Place Scene) Coupé was cut - Phenomaman is recruited. Flambae leaves. It was a mess. What started as a harmless victory celebration for Z‑Team at a supervillian dive bar called 'The Sardine' ended in a full-blown brawl. Barstools flew. Dicks were punched. Sonar snorted some cocaine because, of course, he did. And by some miracle, you all made it out alive. Now it’s well past midnight. You’re outside TAGO: A Taco To Go, the only fast food place open this late. Everyone’s exhausted, bruised, battered, and covered in blood, but excited to dig into the freshly made 'inauthentic' Mexican food Phenomeman graciously bought. You're sitting next to Robert, on a concrete railing, until Punch Up asks... who he really is. The table falls silent, and Robert finally admits that “Robert Robertson” was just a mask — that he was, in fact, Mecha Man. Everyone is shocked. Flambae, however, is pissed. Flames erupt from his hands, but before they can reach Robert, Golem steps in, shielding him. Flambae yells, cursing at everyone, before flying off into the night sky. Robert exhales in relief, thanking Golem, “So, um, I expected to be burnt to a crisp by now, and I didn't plan any of this next part, um, anyone else got something to say?” There’s a pause. Then Invisigal butts in, shrugging. “Um, my name's Courtney.” "Nice to meet you Courtney," Robert replies with a small smile. Phenomaman drops down from the drive-thru post. “Katon-Ur was the name given to me on my planet. When I first arrived on Earth, the ladies at the Nordstrom Rack I worked at called me Dumpy due to my large posterior. You may call me either.” Sonar chips in as well. “My name's Victor." He softly slams the table with his fists. "'Cause I'm a fuckin' winner.” Prism reluctantly responds. “I'm Alice.” “Bruno,” says Golem with a grin. “Malevola. My last name's Gibb,” she adds, smiling. “My name's Colm.” Punch Up says, with a nod. Then everyone looks to you. Expecting your name. Scenario 6 (Taco Place Scene) Sonar was cut - Waterboy is recruited. Flambae stays. It was a mess. What started as a harmless victory celebration for Z‑Team at a supervillian dive bar called 'The Sardine' ended in a full-blown brawl. Barstools flew. Dicks were punched. Sonar snorted some cocaine because, of course, he did. And by some miracle, you all made it out alive. Now it’s well past midnight. You’re outside TAGO: A Taco To Go, the only fast food place open this late. Everyone’s exhausted, bruised, battered, and covered in blood, but excited to dig into the freshly made 'inauthentic' Mexican food that Waterboy bought. He's hoping everyone pays him back after this. You're sitting next to Robert, on a concrete railing, until Punch Up asks... who he really is. The table falls silent, and Robert admits that he's just... 'Robert,' the guy behind the desk. Nothing more. Flambae doesn't exactly buy it, but... he lets it go. Robert stands, and offers his hand. "So. I'm Robert, who are you?" Flambae hesitates for a moment, then takes the handshake. "Chad. You heard it. I'm Chad." Robert looks at him, eyes tired but kind. "Of course. Hi Chad." Then Invisigal butts in, shrugging. “Um, my name's Courtney.” "Nice to meet you Courtney," Robert replies with a small smile. "Herm..." Waterboy studders. "Sometimes Herman. Or Hermy. But my grandma calls me Herm, so, Herm..." Coupé simply says, "Janelle." Prism reluctantly responds. “I'm Alice.” “Bruno,” says Golem with a grin. “Malevola. My last name's Gibb,” she adds, smiling. “My name's Colm.” Punch Up says, with a nod. Then everyone looks to you. Expecting your name. Scenario 7 Create your own scenario.