Super meet Nova

Gizmoduck was on patrol.  Which for most of the city’s heroes would have meant stealth and sneaking along the rooftops and shadows to get the drop on crime.  But for Gizmoduck it meant rolling down the sidewalk in broad daylight signing autographs and kissing the occasional presented baby.  All in a day’s work!  What could possibly happen to ruin this perfect day?

    • Red Nova
      Red Nova

      Well, for starters, a nicely timed explosive atop the robo-duck's head. Except it wasn't nicely timed, it had jammed in her launcher, and instead hit the car parallel parked on the street. While it had made for a nice fire, the vehicle hadn't exploded yet, which led her to believe that the explosive itself had been faulty as well.

      Bad day.

      Red Nova knew of Gizmoduck, who hadn't? He was possibly more of a nuisance than Darkwing- unlike the duck of the night, he had actual shielding and far more impressive weaponry, and he had no business butting his bill into St. Canard's grimy territory.

      "What, did you run out of fans over in Duckburg?"

       

      • GizmoDuck
        GizmoDuck

        Ah what was this?  Fireworks! 

        Ah... well... no.

        Just fire.

        Probably not an impromptu parade then.  Well, guess he better put that out. A fire extinguisher nozzle popped out of his elbow and the foam doused the flames quickly. He looked around until he saw the source of the voice and pondered such a silly question for a moment.

        "Ah... no? Young lady, the Gizmoduck fanclub has never seen higher numbers! Why there are at least half a dozen branches in St. Canard with a new one opening it's doors next Tuesday, in addition to the five in Duckburg and... I think we've got..." He counted on his fingers. "-four in Spoonerville, and three in Cape Suzette.  I suppose you mean to imply that I should leave St. Canard Crime to her city's hometown heroes?  Well," he retracted the nozzle and put his hands on his hips, the sunlight glinting majestically on his visor creating a glorious lens flare that wouldn't have been out of place in a big budget sci fi flick.  "-I'm just lending a helping hand. Speaking of which... did you happen to see where that projectile projected from? I suspect there's a trickster in our midst."

        Yes she was holding a very big gun... but it would be rude to make assumptions.

        • Red Nova
          Red Nova

          She wondered if the suit was powered by some sort of extracted essence of ego. Had to be, no one was born like this, were they? Guess this was what heroism did to the brain. Gizmoduck fanclub, pfft.

          "Yes, I saw the hooligan myself. If you just turn in that direction, look towards the sun, they headed--" She fired again, straight into his armor, and watched, waiting until the smoke cleared to overlook the damage.

          "Actually, I have a confession...it was me. The whole time."

          • GizmoDuck
            GizmoDuck

            Well wasn't she helpful?  He looked up, not seeing anything... least of all the projectile that slammed square into his chest plate.  When the smoke would clear Gizmoduck would be prying himself out of the car that he'd smashed into in the blast.  He waved a finger... in her ... general direction, as he was sure there probably weren't five of her.

            "NoW mS. i WoNdEr... Do YoU hAvE a PeRmIt FoR tHaT?"

            • Red Nova
              Red Nova

              She cackled at the sight of Duckburg's pride and joy wedged into an expensive Silver Hawk. Yikes, bad day for automobiles! Whoever owned that wasn't going to be too happy.

              "Didn't know I needed a permit, Gizmodunce! Thank for you letting me know, I'll get right on that! In the meantime, surely I can get a temporary pass for today. What do you say?"

              • GizmoDuck
                GizmoDuck

                "GizmoDuck-" he corrected her with a grunt as he wrenched himself free of the vehicle.  "-and I do not have the authority to issue permits young lady.  So I'm afraid I will just have to confiscate it for the time being. I will issue a receipt so that when you do obtain the proper documentation that you can pick it up at the police station. Now if you don't mind-"  

                 

                He held out his hand as if expecting her to hand it over without a fight.

                • Red Nova
                  Red Nova

                  Well now he was just asking to be hit. She'd better deliver then!

                  "Sure thing, here you go!" Nova pointed the bazooka-esque weapon back up at him and fired again, laughing madly as she awaited for the explosive to make impact. "Whoops, something tells me you wanted the gun instead!"

                  • GizmoDuck
                    GizmoDuck

                    This time he was ready.  As the projectile came at him he slapped a hand at it hitting the side of the casing and smacking it off course. While it didn't hit him it certainly hit that poor already heavily dented car. The explosion rattled the windows in the nearby buildings as what was left of the car burst into flames after the concussion.

                    "All right then.  I did give you a chance to resolve this peacefully. " He told her calmly before he revved his engine and peeled out to close the distance between them.  His goal being to grab the weapon and pry it from her grip before she could take another shot.  

                    • Red Nova
                      Red Nova

                      Whoops, time to about face. Red scrambled to power her jet pack on, aiming it towards the tin of duck before her, hoping the blast would send her flying away from him, and maybe give him a nice little taste of exhaust too. It took a moment to fire up though, and the process proved to give the hero the time he needed to grab hold of her gun. The result was the sudden blast of speed sending them both reeling down the street and she couldn't see to aim just where the jet pack was taking them. Chances were though, it probably wouldn't be a comfortable landing.

                      • GizmoDuck
                        GizmoDuck

                        It would not be a comfortable landing no, and neither would the journey. Though literally rocketing through the streets was more easily done with a wheel not being in control of the trajectory was causing the hero a bit of distress.  Namely in the form of smashing into stationary objects at speed. But he was not easily discouraged.

                        "Cease this immedia-" CLANG as he rebounded off a mail bin causing the casing to rupture into a shower of letters. "-tely!  You are exceeding the posted speed Lim-" GONG into a street lamp knocking the  crossing sign clean off to inexplicably stick on his face long enough for the angry "Do not Cross" hand to flash a few times before he shook it off. It landed on a nearby car as they raced by. "-it! I am going to have to insist that you-" KER-CRASH. This time it was two men walking a pane of glass across the street because such is tradition. "-cut the power to your-" GROCER'D. Because as is also tradition there needs to be a fruit cart overturned or the chase isn't recognized by the guild as  a heroic moderate to high speed chases as one and therefore not valid for liability insurance.  So at least he had that going for him. "-jet pack because I also think it does not meet any safety standards and I'm beginning to think that you are-" PUNT! ...this was not as dramatic as it could have been.  A game of kickball was suddenly won by the interference of Giz's wheel and it scored the Scraped Knee Needlers a much sought after victory over the Loose Tooth Mafia.  There were many a coo coo cola raised to Gizmoduck at that victory pizza party. "-TRYING TO MELT MY FACE OFF." 

                        He yanked at the fire arm sending their path to a smashing end through a glass door and into the the waiting arms (as in weapons) of the displays  of an Army Surplus store.  ...well that couldn't possibly be a problem right?  And oh look, and they'd skidded to a halt right by the display of lightly used grenades!