The Cape [Multi-Fandom Sandbox RP]

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Alpha
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The Monster sighed as the Training Simulation fizzled away before her eyes, into the cold and stark white of the training room. The sterile enviroment set her on edge, so she didn't bother taking off her helmet just quite yet. Instead, she slung her personal rifle over her shoulder, and made sure her equipment was still on her being. Part of her just couldn't understand WHY she needed more training, ever since she became an "honorary" member of Team 73, she'd learned quite a bit about everything from first aid to hand to hand, to even how to write and execute malicious programs (she had yet to crack Stark's personal server, though). With a sigh, Alpha set off with Stark down the hall. Stark irked her, and she imagined she was no less of a pest to him, but ever since her last stunt with trying to get into places she shouldn't (namely, physical files with reports of the Tesseract Incident), she had her armory and lab access revoked. She needed to tune her gun and helmet more than anything.

As she walked, she heard a familiar beep play in her armor, and sighed. The Goat removed her helmet, and clipped it to her belt, before taking out a box-like device with a syringe, and put it into her neck. Fortunately, she'd done this so many times that she wouldn't even need to look, much less stop moving. Unfortunately, it hurt like hell,and she visibly slowed and paled as the device worked, drawing blood, and humming with energy as the dark crimson inside the syringe turned into a bright red, and then injected the contents back into her neck.

This was the first time she'd done this in public. Normally, she was too embarrassed to even think about doing it in the open, as nobody else had to rely on anything to save their life, save Stark. The slight realization made her feel a twinge of empathy for the normally asshol-ish scientist-playboy-mech-techie. Her train of thought carried her along, and she didn't pay any attention to what was around her as she put the device back on its mount on her belt, and walked with stark, now trying to fix the mess of fur that was her helmet hair.

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UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov​
Status: OK​
Actions: Acknowledging Current Events​
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Petrov was keyed in to Resistance comms as chaos reigned. Apparently, for the first time, the size of his units were a disadvantage as his Mech Marines proved unable to enter the factory-and from the sounds of things...
It wasn't pretty. Petrov listened to Connor get severely wounded, the factory blow up, and the resulting chaos.
And to make things worse, Petrov was still not sure what the hell he was going to do. The gating system had failed, and the UEF commander had no idea where to go.
But... there was still hope that perhaps he could find a way home.
Petrov mulled over the prospect of following this band of ragtag troopers back. He'd dealt with the death of comrades before against the Seraphim.
But perhaps this group of adventurers could find a way to hopefully put him on the first step to getting out of here.
Petrov keyed all buildings and units to self destruct. It was time to move.
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  • 13920309_1078167158944346_4389075378137813027_o.jpg “......Napping. Here of all places.”

    Without another word,Kazer walked towards the strange entity that slept with her tails acting as the pillows. Taking his coat off,he simply put it over the resting woman before sitting beside her as he looked ahead.

    “Already falling for her despite you attempts to shrug off your concern of others?”

    “A warrior falling ill from a cold will be useless on the battlefield. I'm merely making sure she won't be a burden on the frontlines.”

    Kazer responded as his crystalline dragon companion circled above Ahri,both of them not bothering to check if she had very likely heard them or otherwise.

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Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​
Status: Alarmed, Alert​
Actions: Alerting Base to Mission​
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In the middle of this odd standoff, the Commander heard something in his right ear-a buzz, to be precise.
Something had happened. Good, bad, who knew what it was?
The Commander tapped his right ear, and instantly heard what precisely happened. And the Commander's heart sank when he realized what had happened.
The Commander backed up and holstered his revolver to show Marth ( Hahli Nuva Hahli Nuva ) he meant no harm. That would hopefully work for now, but first things first.
"Give me one second-got an alert coming in. We can talk about this later-but for now, something has... happened. Just... put the sword down. I'm not going to kill you and neither is anyone here."
Max then tapped the side of his right head again. This time, the resulting words rung throughout the entire base.
"We have a Code Light Blue, Stable. I repeat, a Code Light Blue, Stable. Requesting MPF personnel at the Mission Room. Ruin will brief you."
The Commander turned, and got a relaxing Ruin's attention. The red-armored robot turned to face the Commander, and the latter gestured for the SPARK to get a move on.
"Oh, very well, I will brief the team as you command."
"And you. Blue hair guy. Don't try anything funny. Or there won't be anything left of you when we come back."
With that, the lobotomized AI headed off to the Mission Room. Another time...
Another mission.

(Cape Mission starting up)
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Mike "Psycho" Sykes
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Psycho was walking through the base after just messing around his energy based arrow that he had let Prophet borrow for a while.

His head popped up immediately popped up when one of the voices alerted there was a Code Light Blue.

"PROPHET! BLOODY HELL, COME ON! We've got a situation!"

Psycho was annoyed but at least he was ready this time, both of them at least were equal with their nanosuits for now.

It didn't take long for the two marines to make it toward the Force Commander's assignment.

"SIR, Sgt. Mike Sykes here. Prophet's on his way!"

He's my commander. Right now it's just the two of us, SIR!"

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Major Laurence "Prophet" Barnes

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Psycho, what's- Oh there's a damn Code Light Blue?

Why the hell didn't you tell me about this, Psycho!"

Psycho growled back "Don't CALL ME THAT! I'm Mike Sykes!"

The Major was already following Psycho right behind nanosuit activated.

Both looked like impressive flashes across the base.

"Major Prophet Barnes, Sir! What is the mission you requested us for?"

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Jerome was just off of the last mission, sighing as he let some of the soreness roll off his shoulders. He looked to Alice and Douglas when a Code Blue was called, and they trotted towards the Briefing Room. They all three were only armed with standard issue MA5Bs and M6Ds, but would likely grab their preferred weapons once they were briefed. Alice smiled at the chance to prove her abilities once again, and Douglas just waited.

"Spartan Red Team, reporting."

Jerome said, looking to Psycho and nodding at his comrade, who he'd gotten to know during the Tesseract Incident. Seeing Psycho and his commanding officer together with Red Team made Jerome feel like this mission would be a tad easier, given that he knew they all had enough training to keep cool under fire.

"Good to see you, Sykes."

Alice just glanced at the group, feeling a pang of uncertainty about their abilities, while Douglas nodded. Alice didn't think these guys could keep up, but kept it to herself. She'd helped marines out of a bind before, on Arcadia, the Shield World, and even on the Ark. She could pull these guys out too if need be. Douglas felt that the help was more than welcome, and didn't mind if they were better or worse than Spartans. They were on the same side.

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Mike almost breathed a sigh of relief after he heard that the Spartan red team had made it back and was going on another mission with him and his commanding officer, Prophet.

"Jerome. Damn, it's been a while since the Tesseract Incident."

Also Jerome's other teammates had made it as well. He had remembered Alice and Douglas. Alice seemed to be eyeing him and Prophet.

"You remember me and Prophet, don't you guys?"

MPF keeps us damn busy, I can tell you that much, Jerome. Heard you went on a crazy robot mission, somethin' about terminators?"

Prophet kept his eye on the Spartan red team remembering them from the last time.


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"Welcome back, Spartans." Prophet greeted the old time allies of Raptor Team.

Psycho and Jerome seemed to be hitting it off well after the Tesseract Incident.

The marine had told him crazy stories about him being the distraction at times.

"Same old Mike, huh?"

Prophet looked over at Alice and Douglas and nodded

"Good to see you guys again."

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As Benedict’s almost perfect disguise was noticed, he had no choice but to pull out his megaphone, “AH! CHEATER! YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO......RECOGNIZE ME, IM AFRAID ILL HAVE TO.......TURN YOU IN FOR FURTHER QUESTIONING.” Benedict said as Josh ran to the strange agent woman with a pair of handcuffs. Benedict walked over to them, “AH.......IM AFRAID THIS WONT DO......YOU KNOW TOO MUCH.”

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Location: Training Room
Agent Name: Sarah Kinkle
OC/Canon: Classified

The man and his penguin were clearly delulsional twats as far as Sarah was concerned, considering the man was yelling at a megaphone a few feet away. She turned to Drifter, "you want to go someplace.... away from ..... this ..... annoyance." She tsked at the cartoonish man, glaring at him.

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Jerome nodded to Sykes.

"It has."

Alice and Douglas both gave nods in assent to the remembrance question. Alice didn't really didn't know anything about them, and same for Douglas. The Spartan Red Team was mostly quiet, not very talkative since a mission was about to about be briefed them.

"I see you've brought your CO, Sykes. Got anyone else we should know about?"

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    Penelope grinned, showing her teeth as the android squealed. God, the kid was too damn cute! Once the girl was mounted, Pen took off. The entire time down, she seemed so happy about what was going on. It was so human, the excitement, the genuine joy basically radiating off the child-like machine. If nothing else good came from this mission, at least Penelope had met Rin. The girl leaned down to ask her if she was getting hurt. The wolf shook her head. She may just look like a giant wolf, but being the mythical creature that she was, well, it was pretty hard to actually hurt her. As an answer to the girl’s second question, Penelope just continued on. If she actually needed a break from carrying the little android, she’d let it known.

    When Marcus started giving orders, Penelope gave a wolf like snicker at the mention of discussing how attractive he was later. Oh, we can discuss it whenever, baby. The shape-shifter thought as she trotted along, careful to keep her movements as smooth as possible so that Rin wouldn’t fall off. She had a strong grip on her fur, but it would be most comfortable if the girl didn’t feel the need to pull it out. Luckily, the trip to find John Conner wasn’t very long. The wolf growled at the T-800, planting her feet as she got ready to charge but she had to be mindful of the little girl she was watching over. Penelope hoped that the others could handle themselves and she stuck close by Rin to keep her safe and out of harm’s way all together.

    To her surprise, however, Rin gave a command to go in. You got it, kiddo. Penelope thought as she launched herself forward. For any Terminator that the vocaloid didn’t hit, Penelope attacked herself, ripping them apart with her strong jaws. Another perk to not being a regular wolf. Though it took more effort than she’d expected to tear into mere robots. Pen wasn’t sure what had happened. She still had a terminator’s head in her jaws when she heard the screams. The white wolf turned her head to see Marcus pulling a metal bar from John Conner’s body. Fuck… She wasn’t able to focus on it for too long, however, as the explosion sounded not too far off. The wolf narrowed her eyes as she used her superhuman powers to dodge bits of shrapnel and debris that flew at her and Rin. One particularly large piece Penelope grabbed out of the air as it flew toward her and she flung it back at a terminator with all of her strength.

    It was all over before Pen really knew it. She decided to run back to the base, needing the time to clear her head of everything that had transpired throughout the course of the mission. It felt like so much had happened and nothing had happened all at once. Maybe it just had to do with it being a different world with things done so differently...she didn’t know. When they made it back to the base, Penelope searched for the clothes that she’d been unable to bring with her. But...she couldn’t find them. Fucking great. With everything going on, she couldn’t exactly ask for a set of clothes from the others and though she wouldn’t really mind, she didn’t want to walk around naked. So, Pen opted for staying in her wolf form. Of course, that made things a little harder communication wise. While everyone was worrying over John, and Marcus, the shape-shifter merely lay down, resting her head upon her outstretched forelegs.

    As Rin cheered about John being saved, and in return Marucs as well, the white wolf’s tail drummed against the ground happily. She was outside of the room, unable to see anything that was going on, but she could hear it. And it was all great news.

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    Location: Los Angeles, 2018
    Interactions: Marcus Wright ( darkred darkred ) and Rin Kagamie ( Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun )
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Oh Right, Prophet turned toward Mike "Hey, Psycho. Why don't you speak of the other members?"

"Long story, Jerome."

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First to appear in a blur was Nomad,

He didn't say much as he turned toward Prophet and Psycho.

If both soldiers had reactions to him showing up again, it was nothing but pure shock.

".... Nomad?! But.. bloody HOW?!"

Prophet was quiet but eyed Nomad even more shocked in turn.

"It's a even longer story."

He turned, not saying much else as he waited for orders.
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Harold "Aztec" Cortez

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¿Psicópata? ¡¿Profeta?! ¿Cómo ... sobreviví?

(Psycho, Prophet, How did I survive?")

One by one somehow the "dead" members of Raptor team were back.

Prophet didn't say much about the situation.

Psycho was extremely weirded out by the situation.

"I saw you DIE!"

Jester, you too!







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Prophet, Psycho.. what the hell happened out there?

Long story..

Wait.. huh?

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    Alpha looked to Xander, and gave a weak smile. She looked visibly fatigued, as was the usual for her. There was a reason why she took 15 minute long bathroom breaks, as it took a while before she recovered fully. This was the first time she had done it in front of anyone other than Xander, and she had done it in front of Stark. She expected questions, but he was uncharacteristically quiet for the moment.

    "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll probably get a bite to eat soon though, I'm suddenly starving."

    She also often carried food on her for this purpose, as it was on the same principle of a blood drawing of a fair amount, gotta eat.

    "It'll have to wait too, I need Stark to let me into the labs so I can calibrate my helmet and suit."

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Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​
Status: Alarmed, Alert​
Actions: Alerting Base to Mission​
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"No kidding, we need professionals on this one."
The XCOM Commander had been listening in via Ruin, and chose to speak.
"Alright people, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but be advised, this is a CQC situation. Expect plenty of chokepoints to hold the enemy back with. Intel is still coming in so hang tight."
"That said, it's good to see you guys on this one. Ruin and Praetorian have told me about you lot and from what I hear, you guys are good at this."
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Ruin was silent as he tapped away at the screen. It was some sort of... image. Like a puzzle slowly coming together.
"...Come on, come on, hurry up dammit!"
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"A little bit of chaos never hurt anyone, Miss Saga," Tony replied to Shilo with a knowing smirk in response to her own. As he began to exit the training room slowly, he made his way towards the sliding door. As slid upwards and lodged itself into the wall above, Tony pressed a hand against its inner wall and slung back around, before nonchalantly pointing an index finger in her direction. He slightly bounced it up and down, "Plus, those other two comments are without a shadow of a doubt, completely untrue." He said, though the light tone of voice and the slightly playful expression he wore made it abundant that he was joking. Before the conversation would continue, however, Tony had already exited the room in stride.

Not long after, as he made his way down the long hall, he noticed Alpha draw blood from the back of her neck before injecting it back into herself. His brows furrowed as he watched this, though it wasn't as if he was unaware of this fact. As one of the... "founding members" of the Multiverse Protection Foundation (if he could really even call it that since it was mostly Fury's idea in combination with a bunch of string pulling with the higher ups that Tony didn't particularly care enough to mess with), Tony's job was pretty much to monitor all the medical conditions or weaknesses any of their members displayed. It was a hard job, to be sure, though he had his trusty partner Rick to help out on that front. He didn't really know why Rick joined the Foundation in the first place. From what he could gather, the man had a strong distaste for governments and organizations in general, but when asked about his reasoning for joining he'd always be met with the same thing:

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"IIIIIIIIII--urrrrrp--have my reasons for joining your little fourth grade science project of a group. And those reasons are mine and mine alone."

Yeah, that man wasn't exactly the friendliest man to talk to.

In any case, Tony's thoughts were soon brought back into reality as one of the Team 73 members joined up with them. Xander, he recalled his name being. He was a nice enough kid. A bit rough around the edges, sure, but these days who wasn't? Tony's eyes flickered between the two of them, before he finally decided to speak up. "Well, snooping around top secret files of past incidents will get certain privileges revoked. Especially ones that involve the pointy-headed wizard we've been hunting for months," Tony replied in a joking manner as they finally reached the Lab. With a knowing smile, Tony took out his key-card and slid it over the door, and an electronic BEEP! noise emit from it as the red light flashed green. "Just consider yourself lucky Fury didn't revoke milkshake privileges. He did that once to someone, and I would have hated to be that guy." He said in such a joking manner as ever as he entered the lab alongside Alpha and Xander. As they entered, Tony almost immediately noticed Len standing on his lonesome, though not after sliding out of his sports jacket and hanging it on the nearby coat rack.

"Wait.. have you been standing here alone the entire time?"

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"Ohh... so you're like Doctor Banner," The girl replied, still smirking as she nonchalantly took in everything the other had to say. Her all around vibe didn't give off someone who didn't care... moreso someone who did care but they just expressed it in such a non-caring way that it made the two confusing sometimes. She then took out a bag of potato chips and began to munch on them idly, having already finished eating her previous snack. "Also, that's your first mistake," She said, mouth full of chips, which allowed some stray crumbs to escape its confines as she spoke. "Assuming that I'm not taking this conversation seriously." She closed her eyes and swallowed, before shrugging. "But... then again, maybe I'm not."

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    Alpha could just kinda tell what Stark was thinking about. She figured it was part of that whole Monster mumbo-jumbo about souls, or maybe that horse-crap people called "woman's intuition". But she could tell Stark had that look he got when Rick was around, so Alpha felt it prudent to say.

    "If he touches this device, I'm going to shoot him. I don't trust him as far as I could spit."

    Not because she thought he was a bad guy, but a drunk working on the one thing that kept her alive didn't exactly make her feel warm and fuzzy. After that brief exchange, she stepped into a small device she had rigged, one of Stark's old machines that undressed his older suits. She'd modified it to work with her own armor, with Stark's permission. The goat stepped into the machine, and let it take off her armor. When she stepped out, she wore a MPF T-shirt, and form-fitting pants, with leggings ending at her paws. Not because of fashion, but by necessity. Alpha was covered by fur, and as it was constantly picked white hairs out of her helmet and the seam between her neck and head.

    "Also it's not my fault you guys won't tell me. Half of these people are as trained as me or worse, and they know."

    She muttered, betraying her social age. She was technically older than she acted, but her time spent among the researchers had definitely stunted her growth, making her much more youthful in her mannerisms. It also didn't help she didn't look older than 19.

    "I'm just glad he didn't take away vehicle privileges. Course, not like I can leave the compound."

    Alpha said bitterly. She didn't know if people could, but guessed that even if they could, Alpha would be barred from the practice because of how nearly impossible it was to conceal her identity. Furries didn't have the luxury of blending in. All of this was said and thought of while Alpha began testing her Railgun on a messy workbench she had claimed when she first arrived. She often worked there whenever she could sneak in or take a keycard whenever Shilo or Xander "wasn't looking", and it was often the only other place she felt comfortable hanging out in without her armor.


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Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​
Status: Alert​
Actions: Briefing​
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"Intel is scarce, Jerome ( Sleek Sleek ) , but more data's coming in."
"Alright, let's see..."
"Okay, here's what I found."
"There was a civilian distress call in another dimension's... Milan? Wait, no, it's situated near that universe's Madrid-we got a bearing on the place as of right now so somehow finding yourself in the middle of the Atlantic isn't a concern."
"We got a distress signal from the spot I mentioned. Signal's a little... muffled, and we've been able to deduce it came from underground. Sounds like the AO will be underground, with tunnels in the area. You'll be rescuing the civilians in a network of tunnels-thankfully nothing huge, but still big enough to pose a fair threat."
"The distress signal is still working, and the civilian workers underneath are reporting some sort of lifeform..."
Max went quiet for a bit.
"Well, we've got quite the coincidence. They're the same Xenomorph Warriors we fought in that simulation, from what I hear."
"Don't go around thinking this is going to be easy, though. I'm pretty sure that in CQC situations, which the AO conveniently facilitates, that without room to outmaneuver the buggers, the Warriors suddenly become much more dangerous."
Max said conveniently with a fair amount of disgust.
"Intel's still coming in. Need to know anything else?"

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Mike watched the XCOM Commander read off as much intel as they got.

"So these Xenomorphs, I'm assuming they are stronger than the local Cephs back home?"



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Prophet listened to what the XCOM Commander and the Red team were talking about

"The intel at least describes what we are up against."

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Nomad eyed the others and listened in on intel, comparing and contrasting these Xenomorphs and Cephs in his head.


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Señor, ¿qué tan fuertes son estos Xenomorfos en comparación con los Cefos que enfrentamos antes? No hay nada que no hayamos pasado antes.

(Sir, how strong are these Xenomorphs compared to the Cephs we faced before? There's nothing we haven't gotten through before.


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Jester was quiet as he listened to everyone's conversation.


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[div class=bigHeader]CHRONOLOGY: THE CAPE[/div]

  • [div class=header]POST[/div]INTERACTING: GearBlade654 GearBlade654 (DM) darkred darkred (Aztec)
    MENTIONED: Sleek Sleek (Red Team)
    *Note: Ghost Rho is open for interactions*

    A single JLTV rolled down the upstate New York road quietly with its Flux Combustion Engine pushing the vehicle at 100 mph with ease. At the wheel was Ghost Rho, formerly known as USAF Combat Controller Chief Master Sergeant Anson Winn. The man maneuvered the vehicle with amazing skill as his passengers relaxed. Jet Hound, or USAF Combat Controller Technical Sergeant Masteef Corso, sat shotgun fiddling with a Rubik's Cube with one hand and typing on a laptop in the other. He was no stranger to Ghost Rho's driving; after all, Hound drove like that himself. Sprawled in the backseat with his legs kicked up on the center console was Raider Salvo, once known as USMC CSO Sergeant James Mattock. The former Marine snored rhythmically as he took a nap during the insane driving. After working with Hound for over eight years, he gotten used to the crazy driving. In fact, for Salvo, it felt weird when people drove like sanely, it was like riding with a teen driver or a grandma. The three soldiers were on their way to the Multiverse Protection Foundation after receiving a invitation from one Agent Phil Coulson.

    It was about an hour into the drive that Hound broke the silence and brought up the topic that he hesitated to bring up all this time. "Chief Master Sergeant Rho...these guys...the MPF, you think they know how to track people down from other universes? It's in their name, but how much do you think they can help us, if they are willing to help us at all?"

    Hound's superior officer stayed silent for a moment before replying. A lot was going through his mind as well, "Alright, Hound, I'll tell you this right now, you can just call me Rho. I thought you'd drop it after an hour, but you're kinda dense, aren't you? I'm buddies with Gamma, you're buddies with Gamma, and any buddy of Gamma is a buddy of mine, so you don't have to be so stiff around a man that doesn't exist. That aside...I don't know. I know you're worried about DeadManStanding and Mask, but they can take care of themselves."

    The Combat Controller in shotgun took his attention off his laptop and put both of his hands to work on the Rubik's cube, "I know, I know. It's just that...we've been missing our Laz and Mask for a month now, and I'm seriously getting slayed pulling the weight those two pulled together. It's like you guys losing Alpha and Delta all at once."

    "You aren't wrong...but we've gotten over losing Bravo and Charlie..." Rho shook his head lightly, "But that's not a fair comparison...Bravo and Charlie weren't leaders like DeadManStanding and Mask...We can only hope that we find them and that they found who they're looking for. For everyone's sake."

    Hound silently nodded as The Cape came into view, the sprawling complex was definitely a sight to behold. The Guardian's HQ looked like a shack compared to this place, but it's not like the Guardians were saving the multiverse or anything, only LA and occasionally the world. Baby weight stuff. Wasn't that shock to an ego Hound never even knew existed? Going from saving the world straight to saving the multiverse wasn't just skipping a couple of stairs, it was taking the elevator to the top floor and riding a rocket to the moon. Hound already felt inferior to the man sitting next to him, how much more will he feel standing next to people who thought saving a world was chump change.

    As the JLTV approached the gates, Rho eased up on the gas, letting the truck decelerate before it stopped at the security booth. As Rho spoke with the guard, Salvo stirred from his slumber, letting out a loud yawn that filled the truck; he was wakened by the stop of the vehicle. In response to his excessive noise, Salvo got a slap on the ankle by Hound. The former Marine almost talked back until he noticed Hound holding a finger to his own lips and pointing to the guard outside. Right away, Salvo sat up straight and took his legs off the center console. He joked around plenty when he and Hound weren't on the job, but when business calls, he had to straighten up and get serious quick. After all, he was a professional.

    Seconds later, the Metahuman Response Department Operatives were cleared by the guard and Rho brought them into the compound, parking the JLTV in the garage. The three soldiers exited the truck and immediately began unpacking, grabbing huge backpacks, duffle bags, and crates out of the back, looking like pack mules as they lugged it all into the labs to get set up. Hound had a corner dedicated to all of his gadgets, Salvo had one for his weapons, and Rho had one for developing kits for Air Raid. There wasn't much time to relax as an alarm sounded across the base, indicating a Stable Light Blue situation.

    Hound studied up on the terms before they came and figured out they would be handling a City-level threat. That was what he was used to. Might as well start things off nice and easy with a familiar threat level. "Salvo, Rho, let's get moving, we gotta make a good impression on our new coworkers, don't we?"

    Rho didn't look up from his work station as he got his gear set up. "You guys go ahead. Should be baby stuff, but I have to get things set up and talk to people running the place for the other Ghosts."

    "Your loss, man, Salvo shrugged as he grabbed his duffles with his mission gear and followed Hound to get suited up.

    In the locker room, Salvo donned his heavily armored exosuit, built to take .50cal bullets head on and dish out even more damage than he could take. His XM556 Microgun, 20mm Colony Manufacturing grenade launcher, custom Desert Eagles, and shoulder mounted micromissile pods turned Salvo into a walking armory even if you didn't take into consideration his powers. Hound, on the other hand, opted for a lighter, more mobile exoskeleton, with its advanced shock absorbers, grappling hook, and jetpack. By no means does this mean that Hound was underarmed. He came with a Saiga 12 Gauge automatic shotgun with a 30 round drum, a 60 round Krut PDW and two silenced Aeronautical Mechanics APS-F1s.

    As the two men suited up and prepped their weapons, a bearded man walked in, wheeling a crate while wearing the NASA logo on his white jump suit's shoulder. Hound called out to the man, "You a part of NASA?"

    The man looked up at Hound and Salvo as he opened the crate to reveal an exoskeleton. It was similar to the ones that the Marine and Combat Controller were putting on right now. The man noticed the Air Force fatigues that lay beside Hound, and responded in a light Southern accent, "Yes sir. NASA Interplanetary Security Force, if that means anything to you. Probably doesn't, but my old job might."

    "You're right, never heard of the Interplanetary Security Force. What was your old job though? You used to serve?"

    "Yes, in fact," the man paused a bit as he began to suit up in an exoskeleton that resembled an armored spacesuit with quite a few gadgets attached. When the man managed to get his gloves on, he offered a hand to Hound and Salvo, "I'm Captain Anthony Faris. I served in the Air Force as a Pararescueman."

    "Well damn! You technically out rank Rho, Captain Faris," Hound enthusiastically shook Faris's hand, "I'm Technical Sergeant Masteef Corso, but I usually go by Hound. I served as a Combat Controller, but then I transferred to the MRD."

    "Pleasure to meet you, Hound. You don't have to appeal to rank, I'm retired. Just call me Faraday," Faraday smiled as he finished putting on his suit, "You two respondin' to the alert, too?"

    "Yeah. We just got here a few minutes ago and we're already going on an op. I can't see this going too well," Salvo let out a laugh, but he was actually serious. Two new members dropping in and joining an established team of operatives never boded well. He and Hound worked like brothers, but the same couldn't be said with people they never met. Worse comes to worse, they'd have radically alter the way they fought to accommodate their new allies. One of which seemed to be this Faraday. Some consolation was that this man served in the US Armed Forces, so there should be a natural solidarity already present, especially when Faraday was in the Air Force just like Hound and Rho. "Anyways, what powers do you have, Faraday? Something related to electricity, like how your name implies?"

    Faraday looked Salvo with a bit of surprise in his eyes. There were very few people that were able to guess what his codename meant, and this muscle head guessed it without any hints, no offense to Salvo, "Yeah, as a matter of fact, yes. I can control electricity and see electrical currents. There aren't many who guess it correctly on the first try."

    "You callin' me dumb, Cap?" Salvo asked as he stood up to his full height, towering over Faraday at 6'7" and gave Faraday a questioning glare. After a few moments of terrifying silence, Salvo cracked a smile and chuckled, "Just messin' wit you, Cap. I know I look dumber than I actually am. Side effect of bein' a big boy wit big muscles. Salvo's the name, by the way."

    "I can vouch. Salvo's just as smart as me. He just spends his time in the garage while I spend it in the workshop," Once Hound was done with his final system diagnostic, he put on his helmet and walked to the door, "Let’s get rolling. Don’t want to be late, do we?"

    ”’Course not, Hound,” exclaimed Faraday, as he put on his helmet and followed Hound and Salvo out the locker room and towards the briefing room.

    The three entered the briefing room just in time to hear the mission commander say, ”-advised, this is a CQC situation. Expect plenty of chokepoints to hold the enemy back with. Intel is still coming in so hang tight. That said, it's good to see you guys on this one. Ruin and Praetorian have told me about you lot and from what I hear, you guys are good at this."

    There in the room, there already appeared to be two teams of soldiers waiting, all in power armor of their own. Three were dressed in matching olive-green armor while another four were dressed in identical black and grey nanosuits. Looks like Hound, Salvo, and Faraday were the only ones not matching. Salvo whispered to Hound and Faraday, "Can I get your comms frequency? Also, how do you guys feel ‘bout being called Fireteam Fixer?"

    Faraday gave Salvo his frequency codes before responding using his helmet’s radio, ”Callin’ ourselves that because we rig matches?”

    "Nah, it just sounds bada$$ and we’re all related to engineering in someway, aren’t we?"

    Faraday thought about it for a second and shrugs, admitting that it was reasonable. Meanwhile, the mission commander was giving more information. The target area was near Madrid in the Atlantic, there were “Xenomorphs”, and it was going to be a CQC situation. That was perfect for Faraday and Hound’s loadouts, but not so much Salvo. It didn’t matter though, the former Marine would manage.

    Salvo, as he listened to the briefing, overheard one of the nanosuit soldiers speaking in Spanish. What was the guy doing? Can he not speak English? Damn. Salvo broke out the Spanish he learned in highschool and on the street, ”No puede ser más fuerte que Ashbourne. Habla inglés si puedes. La gente no te entenderá. (Can’t be stronger than the Ashborne. Speak English if you can. People won’t understand you.)”

    Though Faraday didn’t register it, Hound and Salvo had already appointed him as the leader of the group, being the ranking officer, regardless of whether he was retired or not. He just assumed that Hound and Salvo weren’t ones to ask many questions, so he asked the mission commander, ”When are we movin’ out? Sounds like a whole lotta trouble down there.”




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    NAME: Captain Anthony "Tony" Faris
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    STATUS: Fine
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Onyx started when the loudspeaker rang out, alerting to a code light blue. Instinctively, her knife was snatched from the sheath and was in her hand as her wings stiffened. For a second, she was back at The School before she shook the thoughts out of her head. "Code light blue... Hope it's something to punch." She grinned, turning back to the man who'd approached her. "Care to show the way?"
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Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​
Status: Alert​
Actions: Briefing​
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The Commander ( darkred darkred ) listened in on both Atzec and Psycho's questions. Max grimaced. He could understand Spanish fairly well-but speaking it was no easy feat.
First things first, Psycho-wait, no, two birds with one stone. He could answer both Atzec and Psycho's questions.
"Operative Psycho, can't really answer the part about Cephs-can't say I've heard of them before. But I know the Xenomorphs fairly well-well, the warriors."
"The Warriors prefer quantity over quality, but their claws are... well, not pleasant. They can rip right through tank armor if they liked, so firepower is going to be your biggest asset here. On the flip side, while they're fast and somewhat tough, they can do a grand total of nothing from range. Abuse that. I daresay the weaponry you people are carrying along can punch through those things' chitin."
"Oh, and fire makes 'em squirm. And by squirm, I mean make them outright panic."
"And for... hmmm, never got your guys' names. Hm. I understood what he said, but I'm not too good at Spanish-could someone relay that info to him?"
The Commander then directed a question at the supposedly dead members of Raptor team
"Come to think of it, I never really got your guys' names-who are you guys?"
Max then took note of the newcomers ( QizPizza QizPizza ).
"Welcome to the Cape, gentlemen. First day and already a mission-feels like home already, doesn't it?"
"Right, to business in case you need it. Distress signal's coming from near another universe's Madrid and the mission zone will be underground in a network of tunnels. There's a bunch of civilian workers trapped, and they're mentioning something about a security system needed to let the doors protecting them from the Xenomorphs know all is good to go. Techies are homing in on wherever the hell the security stations are. If you've got questions, ask them now."
Max then turned to Faraday.
"We got a new operative en route to the mission room-ah, there he is."

At this point, a new figure headed in through the mission room's doors. The figure promptly took a seat, clearly here for the mission.
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Max Braum, Sword Battalion shock trooper and liason to the MPF, had arrived just in time for a mission.
"Pardon my lateness-just arrived here and ready to go, sir."
"Welcome to the party, operative. Hope you're not too tuckered out from getting over here-we got a distress signal near Madrid. We'll be fighting Xenomorph warriors down there to get civilian workers out of there. Keep an eye out, though-security systems are in place and unless overridden they won't open the doors the civilian workers are hiding behind."​
 
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Jerome, Douglas, and Alice had all fought worse. The Flood was much worse compared to Xenomorphs, and considering Psycho had his entire team, and considering that Raptor team was just under the Spartans in terms of augmentation, They all shared a similar feeling of security. They all considered the logistics of it, as a tight close-quarters situation would require a lot of coordination to make work.

"Alice, Douglas, bring Thermobaric charges. If anything is true about the simulations, is that these things can spread like a disease. We'll need to execute a controlled burn of the site after we exfil the civillians and call in HAZMAT teams."

Jerome said, and the two exited the room to the Armory, linked via HUD to Jerome's helmet, where they could pick up the rest of the briefing.

"Sir, in an enclosed enviroment, the only place we could expect Xenomorphs in the open is if they get outside. We need to evacuate the quadrant and check every civilian for infection. This entire Operation could go sideways very quickly. Recommend we leave birds in the air with nuclear options just in case."

Jerome said without missing a beat. If they failed, Madrid would fall. It was beyond the civillians in the room. A city was worth killing if it meant saving the planet.

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"...And then he said they had fish burgers! And I was like 'but what the heck even is a burger?' because I had never seen it before, you know? And lo and behold, this guy just hangs me this odd round bread with a piece of meat inside, winks at me and goes 'enjoy' and then I just like 'whaaa'..."

An unusually chatty teenager wearing a brown medieval-ish backpack had passed in by the outside corridor, her story loud an clear for anyone not interested to still know just exactly she was talking about. For a moment, relief fills the briefing room as the bubbly girl's voice got naturally muffled by the distance, signalling that she wasn't actually aimed to join them.

...Or was it?

"Psst, Cathy", the voice of a grown man that only she could listen had interrupted her trail of thought, calling her by the never truly agreed upon nickname that had simply become commonplace by now, "I think you just missed the entrance."

Her movement comes to a halt. Had she? The pupil looks over her shoulder back towards the path she had walked, then back forwards, nah come on, had she really just done that? Maybe Avell was just pulling her leg, I mean, could she really be that air-headed?

"What? No way! I'm sure it's just around the corner right there", she had pointed forwards though the sword couldn't actually see the motion. "Negative. The sign back there definitely had 'mission briefing' right on it." More silence, the teacher sighed, "Look, if you don't believe me, then why don't just check it?" Now it was the girl's turn to sigh, "Fiiine, but only because then I can boast about being right all along!"

Footsteps echo again, this time growing louder and soon the teenager is standing right by the door wearing a typical 'I fucked up' expression as she stared intently at the sign:

"Oh shit, I actually did that." The sword rebutted with a mocking tone, "I told you so."

Turning around, Catherine is suddenly hit with the realization that not only had she missed the entrance and completely made a fool of herself, with her loud chattering everyone was already well-aware of her constantly talking to herself. Welp, this was not the way she wanted to be introduced to the endless array of professional and technologically-looking knights inside the room. Hopefully, they didn't mind mythical creatures all that much? Some knights were just hell-bent into only truly trusting other humans and so on...

"Uhhh, hi?", she tensed up, standing as still as a wooden board, "Avell what do I do?" "Just state what you're here for", the reply came in a nonchalant tone, "But do not mention the whole 'call for adventure' subject, they won't like that."

Right uhh, "We've heard the code cyan", the girl let out as smooth and direct as she could, trying her own take in sounding like she knew what she was doing. "You mean 'light blue' ", the sword had instantly corrected. "Light blue, cyan... They're all the same color." "Not necessarily, Cath, not necessarily..."

"A-anyways, may I come in?", she asked trying to not pay any mind to the odd feeling that seemed to hang in the air right now. In her mind, the mobile instructor remarked something about her being 'as clueless as always', prompting her to squint in slight irritation.
 
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Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​
Status: Alert, Minor Confusion​
Actions: Briefing​
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Max was silent as he listened to what Jerome (@Sleek) had to say. The Marine had a point.
The XCOM Commander nodded.
"Request for HAZMAT teams to be on site upon exfiltrating civilians granted, operative Jerome. The part with evaccing the quadrant is sound, but tricky logistics wise. I presume that's what you guys will do?"
"As for the nuclear option, that's granted with a catch-if civvies see our birds in the air, that's a panic waiting to happen if I'm not mistaken. They'll think the rescue op could go wrong any second or is about to go wrong and, well, it could get really bad if that happens. I'll get bombers prepped with the nuclear option, but you'll have to call them in manually if things go south."
Then Catherine ( Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun ) showed up and the Commander went from calculated to momentarily thrown off guard.
"...I suppose?"
"I presume you are here for the mission alert, correct?"
The Commander knew that not everyone heading to missions was going to be military. But even so, seeing someone actually get ready for a mission outside XCOM-standard standard combat gear was very jarring to Wellington.​
 
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