The Cape [Multi-Fandom Sandbox RP]

[PolikShadowbliss]

Supergirl

She can easily have flown by the dropship, but she did not feel like it. Once, long ago back when she was the friendly, preppy Kara Danvers instead of what she was now. She would have laughed as she flew alongside the dropship. But no, not now. Once the intital introductions came and went, she took a seat furtherest from the group, not saying a word. As far as they knew, Kara Danvers was a civilian. There was no sense of knowledge in their eyes or voices so they might not know who she was. And then there was Melissa Benoist, the normal human actress whose genes she had somehow mimicked in some way across the multiverse, staring in that stupid CW show. She tried not to think about it too much. Reminded her too much of her old self. And they got things wrong anyway. Again, she remembered his face and closed her eyes.

​

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"This is Firebrand. We'll be taking off momentarily-the Commander gave me the go ahead. If you people need to do anything at the last minute, do it now!"​

She listened as the engines started and eventually the dropship took flight. Already she can feel nerves building up inside her. The problem was: they would be underground. Luckily for her, she had come prepared. Ever since the fight with Superman, she had long since learned the need to have a weapon with her at all times. The fight had gone for so long that their sunlight powers had been almost completely depleted, Kal-El only lost because he made the mistake if appealing to Supergirl's humanity. It had been a fruitless effort. ​

 

[QizPizza]

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

• Fixer
• Rho
• Info

• [div class=header]POST[/div]INTERACTING: GearBlade654 (DM)
  MENTIONED: Sleek (Red Team) darkred (Raptor Team) Jeremiah (Petra/Shamir]) PolikShadowbliss (Supergirl) Necessity4Fun (Catherine) Ghostly Phantom (Onyx)
  
  The team was looking fine to Salvo up until the medieval-looking-a$$ girl and a demon-looking-a$$ girl walked right on in. Salvo didn’t doubt that a woman could fight well, but as Alice observed, the girl didn’t look like she belonged. Immaturity and this kind of naivete got people killed, but the Guardian kept his mouth shut. What was even worse was an angry girl with a magic sword. As long as she stayed back and stayed alive, Salvo could tolerate her presence.
  
  Hound shared a similar sentiment, but was a bit more worried about Catherine for more personal reasons. She looked around the same age as his oldest daughter and he couldn’t help but think of his little ones. He just had a soft spot for children, he didn’t even realize it until cleaning up after the Second Ashfall. All the children left without parents or homes were ripe for eXceed bootleggers to prey on. Hound wished that was handling, but these MPF missions were on a bigger scale than that. Laura, Void, Oscar, and the Samurai Operations Team will be able to handle it.
  
  As the commander dismissed them to gear up and head the transport, Salvo, Faraday, and Hound went straight for the helipads. They were all locked and loaded with more than enough gear. There, they met an purple haired archer named Petra and a blue haired archer named Shamir. In Salvo’s opinion, he wondered if they were any more effective than Catherine. If they had swords, he might have given them the benefit of the doubt, but they were packing bows to a CQC op, and primitive ones at that. People stopped using bows for a good reason, though that SERAPH he worked with, Gabrielle, sure gave a rifle a run for its money with her archery skills and bow. To even call it a bow as generous, with all the juicy tech that was strapped to it that made it more so a portable unorthodox ballistics launcher than a bow. Broadheads and bodkins couldn’t compete with airburst heads and smart arrows.
  
  As if it were natural to Faraday and Hound, they strapped themselves into the dropship seats while Salvo struggled to fit himself in the seats clearly designed for normal sized humans. It looked like Red Team had a similar struggle, so Slavo just stood like them, gripping the hangbar above him and engaging his magnetic soles. He watched as a girl in cute lil’ spandex costume enter the dropship and immediately, he got all sorts of wrong vibes from her.
  
  This Kara Denvers gave off a pretentious air, what with her declaration of being ”not your average civilian”. Anyone here that wasn’t in the military wasn’t your average civilian, but it didn’t mean that they were combat capable. Salvo of all people knew what it was like to be abrasive, but there was a difference between being abrasive and having a passive-aggressive attitude...at least that’s what Salvo thought. He didn’t trust this Kara; she was a liability, though not like the others whom Salvo though couldn’t do enough. Kara looked like she could do plenty...but what she would do was the issue. He spoke into the private channel with Hound and Faraday, ”How you guys feeling ‘bout these people? They be screamin’ liability to me.”
  
  Faraday took in the information about the scenario eagerly. It looked to be an extraction op, right down his alley. He sat in his seat and looked around at the people with him. Though he didn’t say a word, he agreed with Salvo. A conflict of operating procedures was a disaster waiting to happen, and people who didn’t even have any operating procedures was a guaranteed disaster. He hoped Raptor Team and Red Team would work well together, Alice seemed to be a bit antagonistic and Raptor.
  
  Hound, however, did chime in, ”We were liabilities, Salvo. And we would still be if Graves and Laz didn’t take a chance on us. Even if we aren’t Laz, we give them a chance.”
  
  ”Look where givin’ us a chance got Graves though...” Salvo stayed quiet and at the wall panels of the dropship. That was one of the few things that made him shut up. Graves was the biggest regret and guilt the Guardian carried around with him. There were few men greater than Graves and even in death, the man brought the Guardians together.
  
  
• [div class=header]POST[/div]INTERACTING: Sleek (Alpha) thatguyinthestore (Tony Stark) Necessity4Fun (Len)
  MENTIONED:
  
  Rho was honestly bored after the first 10 minutes of setting up his, Hound, and Salvo's workspaces. There wasn't even that much to set up; most of the equipment that they had brought were basically inferior to whatever the Cape had in stock. Sucks that Rho couldn't migrate his entire hangar over here so he could get some more work done on Air Raid's kits. He was hoping that he could get the exoatmospheric package up and running by the end of the month, but it looks like that will have to wait until Ghost Gamma decides to remember to send the stuff over.
  
  On a similar note, Air Raid was currently suck in its Stealth Bomber config after the last op. Two empty bomb bays and a fried cloaking system were currently uselessly strapped to the hull of the Golem. Those were first on the todo list, but without Hound's Jetstream or Salvo's incredible physical strength, he would have to break out the heavy machinery. Things were boring for the Ghost. Rho just reclined on his seat and revised schematics for Air Raid's kits on his laptop; a pointless endeavor, since everything should theoretically work. The next step was begin producing test models.
  
  Luckily, the monotony of the situation was broken by the arrival of one eccentric looking billionaire with a goat in athletic wear. The goat must be Alpha; Rho had heard good things about her from Hound, though the name felt a bit weird...Ghost Alpha was the only Alpha he'd known. The two appeared to be talking to a blond android. Rho listened in from where he sat. They were discussing some sort of Tesseract Incident that had occurred; it seemed like some pretty hush-hush information-information that Rho wanted. He'll get around to it, but for now, he was going to make connections.
  
  Getting up from his seat, he strolled over to the small group of intellectuals and introduced himself from behind his ballistic mask, "Tony Stark, I presume. And Alpha, it's nice to meet you in the flesh after all I've heard from Hound. Oh, and a pleasure to meet you too, you little android. I'm Ghost Rho, here courtesy of the USSOCOM's 'Ghost' Metahuman Operations Team."
  
  
• [div class=header]POWERS[/div]
  *Faraday: Faris has the ability to manipulate electricity to a mild degree. Most notable of his powers include the ability to charge metallic objects with electricity to create mines, grenades, and dangerous melee weapons; the ability to see electrical currents; and discharge electricity to shoot lightning bolts, create cages, and overload electronics.
  
  *Jetstream: Jet Hound is able to create "Jetstreams", bubbles that negates friction, gravity, excessive atmospheric pressure, and inertia. However, these Jetstreams only work while the object it surrounds it is in motion. In addition, these Jetstreams are only capable of linear motion, incapable of changing direction midair until another one is created. Jetstream allows Hound to propel objects at the speed of sound by default, but with concentration, the default speed can be lowered or raised.
  
  *Full Salvo: Raider Salvo can summon up to 10 "Launchers", orbs of mana that orbit around Salvo. Each orb of mana can be used to block attacks or fire magic missiles and beams. The missiles can be fired in swarms at a time, enough to block out the sky, and the beams are powerful enough to punch through tanks. Salvo can fire a low power version of his mana beams at himself in order to fly.
  
  *Air Raid (Stealth Bomber Configuration): Ghost Rho is able to summon a 40 foot tall mechanical Golem named Air Raid to fight by his side. In its natural form, Air Raid has two point defense cannons and micro missile launchers that fire missiles that solidify liquids in their blast radius. In addition, Air Raid is able to transform between a "Walker" and "Fighter" mode, with the "Fighter" mode being able to fly like an jet plane. Since Ghost Rho has received Air Raid, Air Raid has been the testing ground for numerous US Air Force technologies, and by now, Air Raid is equipped with plethora of modular modifications. Currently, Air Raid is equipped with 4 air to surface missiles, two bomb bays, wrist blades, and a cloaking system. A pod has also been installed onto Air Raid that can safely carry up to two people.
  

  Air Raid

  

  [div class=header]LOADOUTS[/div]Faraday:
  
  • -Mauser M2_130 Pulse Shotgun
  • -Zhuravlyov Productions SARZH Submachine Gun
  • -H&K C32 Heavy Revolver
  Hound:
  
  • -Saiga 12 XTS Shotgun
  • -Krut Leva PDW
  • -Aeromech APS-F1 Handguns x2
  Salvo:
  
  • -XM556 Microgun
  • -Colony Manufacturing Grenade Launcher
  • -Desert Eagle Mark XX "Eradicator" x2
  Ghost Rho:
  
  • -Gyrail Manufacturing "Oceanic" Railgun
  • -No Knife Inc. Air Burst DMR
  • -Kashira Z7 Submachine Gun
  
  

[div class=header]FIRETEAM FIXER[/div]

• Faraday
• Hound
• Salvo
• Rho

• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Captain Anthony "Tony" Faris
  CODENAME: Faraday
  ROLE: Medic/Paratrooper/CQC
  POWER: Faraday
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: The Cape - Transport
  COLOR: #00CCFF
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Technical Sergeant Masteef Corso
  CODENAME: Jet Hound
  ROLE: Electrical Engineer/Pilot/Scout
  POWER: Jetstream
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: The Cape - Transport
  COLOR: #2C3539
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Sergeant James Mattock
  CODENAME: Raider Salvo
  ROLE: Mechanical Engineer/Heavy Weapons/Explosives
  POWER: Full Salvo
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: The Cape - Transport
  COLOR: #99994d
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Chief Master Sergeant Anson Winn
  CODENAME: Ghost Rho
  ROLE: Air Superiority/Aerospace Engineer/Close Air Support
  POWER: Air Raid
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: The Cape - Labs
  COLOR: #808080
  

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[GearBlade654]

Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​

Status: Alert​

Actions: Supervising Mission​

​

"Firebrand here. We are taking off in three..."
The back of the transport closed.
"Two..."
Engines. Starting up.
"One..."
All onboard would feel the transport rise in the air.
"We are taking off."
True to the pilot's word, the transport took off at high speed towards the mission site.

One hour later, the transport definitely slowed down, and Firebrand's voice came over comms again.
"Firebrand to Commander. We are at the mission site. Requesting permission to deploy."
"Roger that, Firebrand. Mission team has permission to deploy."
The transport lowered down to the ground, before a loud THUD signified that the craft had landed. The ramp at the back of the transport opened, and ahead was what appeared to be some sort of... sealed door.
"Sealed, as I expected. Braum, get that breaching charge up and ready."
"Affirmative, sir. Setting charge to detonate in a half minute."
The Sword Battalion shock trooper moved ahead, carrying what looked like a pack of explosives in a shaped charge. Without a word, Braum set the charge up on the door, tapped the controls on it, then ran back from the now beeping charge.
"Alright, people. The charge will detonate in approximately a half minute-get ready, I get the feeling we're kicking a hornet's nest the second the charge blows."

Sleek QizPizza darkred PolikShadowbliss Jeremiah​

 

[Sleek]

Spartan Red Team
​

Jerome, Alice, and Douglas were silent. What they thought would be a quick and easy op would turn into a nightmare if the untrained individuals decided to throw themselves in the thick of it. As they flew, the Spartans quickly assessed the group, and determined that only themselves, Raptor Team, Agent Braum, and the Force Commander running as their CO for this op were the only individuals they could trust.

As soon as they landed, Red Team was right behind Braum. Jerome made a quick downwards hand gesture, and they moved a little closer to the door, Alice and Douglas getting on a knee in front of Jerome to give their Team Lead a clean line of fire, with Alice and Douglas using Assault Rifles, and Jerome aiming a Spartan Laser down the hatch. If Xenomorphs burst out, the Spartans would cut them down.

GearBlade654 darkred QizPizza PolikShadowbliss Jeremiah

 

[darkred]

Raptor Team




Prophet eyed the Raptor Team quickly and then at Red Team. When the ship landed, Prophet already had a weapon prepped and ready as he looked at the other 4 members of his team.

The charge was already lit and the marine group already had guns in hand, helmets down, and ammo loaded guns.

Psycho and Nomad already were prepped with their own guns along with Aztec and Jester.

Regardless, everyone had their orders.


GearBlade654 darkred QizPizza PolikShadowbliss Jeremiah Sleek

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[darkred]

Blair "Hickabick" Williams


"Firebrand, Commander you hear me? I'm in Madrid in my plane, when needed, let me know.

GearBlade654 @others
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[Necessity4Fun]

Mood: Trying to relax, being somewhat sucessful?
Tags: thatguyinthestore , @FactionGuerrilla
Location: Cafeteria ​

Sage could only blink in confusion at the drop of a name he didn't know, given as if he was supposed to have it as common-knowledge and get some deep context from it. Which of course, he didn't:

"Doctor... Who?", the tone was one of legitimate lack of information, and perhaps just a speck of curiosity, though if someone else really did have to deal with a similar situation he straight pitied them, "New guy that has only been around for an hour max here, remember? I haven't had the chance to learn anyone's names yet."

The college student kept watching as the girl took a bag of chips seemingly from her jacket's pocket. He wondered for a moment if that wouldn't merely break all of the chips into even tinier pieces and make it even harder and bothersome to eat, and then something else came to mind:

"...Such as yours...?", he paused looking up, as if trying to recall whether that was in fact missing, "I don't, believe we've exchanged names still. Though, you'd already have mine either way...", his gaze momentarily went back to the folder on top of the table, hidden under his arm, "It's only fair that we level up this playing field, right? Can't keep calling you an 'oddly relaxed girl' forever~"

Making finger guns at her as if that had been a hilarious joke, Sage tried to relax a bit, getting into the teen's unfazed and chill vibe as it was becoming very clear she wouldn't act any different, no matter what the subject would be. In a way, this was good, because it meant he could spot worrying so fricking hard about the possibility of still setting rooms aflame and just, enjoy the moment. Carpe Diem and whatnot. As he did so, even the presence of the soldier nearby seemed to grow less threatening.

"Also, that's your first mistake," the girl had continued with a muffled voice due to the mouthful of chips she was devouring, the crumbs that left her mouth were both funny and distressing to look at, "Assuming that I'm not taking this conversation seriously."​

"Huh?", the Pyromancer let out startled, "Were you actually??", he had asked with the utmost doubt possible

"But... then again, maybe I'm not."​

"Well, are you or are you not??!", the frustrated thought came up instantly, "Decide yourself, woman!"

Externally, he could only sigh once more, resigned to the fact that he'd probably never get any of her antics. In an attempt to actively relax again, Sage followed on the girl's steps, turning around towards the man in the counter and raising a hand to call his attention:

"Hey, uhh, may I have a salad, please? Any kind of salad really, with mustard-based sauce. I think we're going to be here for a while...", he glanced back at girl munching on chips, supposedly still balancing herself on the chair and started again, "Also, maybe a napkin or a cleaning cloth and alcohol. I'll make use of them myself, no need to worry about that part."

He waited for the man to give him a sign of acknowledging the request before turning back to the table and the two people sharing it. Amidst the still lingering frustration, the lack of a place to go, --He was not joining another mission this soon, nu-uh!--, and the reality of the tug of war-like interaction with the unfazed, cryptic high schooler, something just... snapped, but not necessarily in a bad way. If he was supposed to be relaxing too, then he'd open the game and not really care about the consequences of it.

For once, he was taking full control of this situation before it could explode on his face as always:

"Annnnd since I don't really have anywhere to go, unless it is to take my backpack back from the mission briefing room... You know what? You can make me questions and I'll answer them while eating that salad, I guess.", he shrugged, "You already read my file anyway, might as well roll with it. The soldier-man here can join as well and we can all just, learn about each other and socialize. Or something..."

Hopefully, he wouldn't come to regret this.

Magic Output: 34%

 

[GearBlade654]

Max Wellington, XCOM Commander​

Status: Alert​

Actions: Calling back dropship​

​

BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.
BOOM.
The door flew off its hinges and right behind it were some startled Xenomorphs. Braum's voice was heard almost instantaneously.
"Hot damn they're hideous! Waste them!"
Braum's MP42 began spitting incendiary ammo towards the startled Xenomorphs, eliminating two of the foul xenos.
"Commander, this is Braum, we've got hostiles already."
"Roger that. Kill them and get moving."

Firebrand's response to Blair was rather short.
"Don't loiter over the populace. Otherwise, they'll panic and think something's wrong-as of right now we'll be fine. If something goes wrong though, well, weapons free."
Sleek QizPizza darkred Jeremiah PolikShadowbliss

(got permission from 2Bornot2B for this)
Tanya's group would be on a second, smaller transport this time around as they headed off and prepared to get moving after the briefing.
Engines starting up were heard, and soon, the transport was off.
(transport arriving to mission site next post)​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Supergirl

Kara Danvers walked out of the carrier and was slightly dismayed to discover that it was underground, but that was fine, she could handle being underground. The soliders told her to back away from the explosion, and so she did. She didn't want to thread on the solider's toes. They probably already considered her a joke, or worse a liability. That's what happens when you wear spantax. But when the door finally exploded, revealing several black monsterous aliens, these must be the Zenomorphs they briefed them on. She smiled and then started to blasting them with her heat vision, starting to laugh as the aliens that her heat vision hit were completely incernated.

GearBlade654 Sleek QizPizza darkred Jeremiah ​

 

[darkred]

by dark

Prologue and Chapter 1:​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9x6DVYwW6wo


The story begins in Houston, Texas back in the Year 2003 for those who stayed back with John, Marcus and the others.

The now General John Connor had sent a man named Simon back to the year 2003.

Simon looks up at the sky and notices the skyscrapers of Houston as he gets up from a position next to a mailbox, and a red truck is nearby.

Where Simon landed had a bluish spark and a big hole where the Resistance fighter landed.

Dallas, Texas

The same bluish time travel bubble appears this time at a house hosting a party with loud hip-hop music blaring.

Two males and one female appeared standing up in the bubble. The party inside is stopped because the sound systems got busted and another man is arguing with the party host about why the stereo breaks.

There is a loud knocking on the door and everyone grabs a weapon inside. Just then the two males and one female ask for their clothes, shoes and weapons.

The men and women inside try to fight off the three terminators only to fail miserably leaving the woman alive as they are forced to hand over what they had.
But the three terminators had in mind who they were looking for..

Thomas Parnell


((GM post for sequel mission))


GearBlade654 PolikShadowbliss FactionParadox

 

[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx glanced at her knife. She wondered how fast the things were compared to erasers. She shook her head and, under her shirt, unbuckled a harness and folded her wings into it, effectively strapping them to her back. It came in handy when she needed her wings out of the way, and she silently thanked whatever force out there that she had kept it. Though she'd be cursing them once they went numb. Her wings pinched and her muscles pulled slightly, but she was used to it. "I got one. Can I get a gun? I don't got one." She could shoot just fine, she just didn't have one because gun upkeep isn't something they taught at the school. They didn't teach much at all.
GearBlade654
Sleek darkred PolikShadowbliss QizPizza 2Bornot2B Necessity4Fun

 

[GuyWithLaptop]

The engines were starting, the pilot in the cockpit was having lunch but he was interrupted by the engines that was starting to roar. "What the f***?" The wheels of the jet start to spin and direct to the landing field where all the planes land. The Jet starts moving and lets their wheels off the ground and let itself soar in the sky. The pilot was confused and tried his best to take control of steering. "It's me, James, the plane is moving on its own!" James contacted his captain but the radio stopped working. "Captain can you hear me!??" Suddenly a deep voice was heard within the cockpit. "Hmmph, how did a human get inside me?" The voice belonged to a Decepticon named Starscream. "You're annoying, let me deal with you quickly!" He ejected the pilot off his seat and shot multiple rounds at the ejected object. "Hahaha die!" Starscream illuminated the pilot in the blink of an eye. He then soared down the city that was beneath his wheels.

It was almost time for Starscream to land another attack on Prime this time. However, the last time he fought was Bumble Bee. He is now looking for Optimus Prime in the vicinity. But what only he found was humans who were walking on concrete. He starts firing his rounds at the walking life forms and anything caught in the mayhem.

Anybody walking on concrete

 

[thatguyinthestore]

starscream exploded because he's in the wrong rp

GuyWithLaptop​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Catherine

Avell

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=(^..^)= |Location: Mission Briefing Room| =(^..^)=​

GearBlade654 , Ghostly Phantom , 2Bornot2B​

The tense air of the room clears up a bit once the procession of knights had left. When they had passed in front of the two to make their way to the door, Catherine had promptly held her breath in, stiffened up like a child that anticipated physical punishment. Luckily, no more harsh words or threats had been exchanged, leaving the werecat to release a deep relieved sigh. In the meanwhile Avell had remained attentive to Onyx' antics, registering what appeared to be the hilt of a dagger in her possession. He just hoped she wouldn't have a nervous breakdown and attack either of them with it, seeing as the woman seemed quite... unstable.

"I think we were supposed to follow those guys out."​

"Ah!", the teenager had let out startled by her new friend's commentary, "R-right!"

"Okay you two, take a seat and I'll catch you up to speed."​

Or maybe not, since the man on the golem gesture towards deeper inside the room, towards the table stationed in the middle, bringing her movement to a full halt. For a moment, the girl seemed unsure and slightly apprehensive, but on the other hand, this was definitely better than being stuck inside their transportation with all of the other knights that maybe hated her right now. With a resigned sigh, Cathy had moved further in gesturing towards Onyx to sit beside her.
To be honest, the werecat was a lot more fond of sitting at the ground, but was quick to realize that by doing so in the current situation, the table and chairs themselves would be blocking her vision... So she sat at a chair, albeit reluctantly, immediately picking up her backpack, setting it on her lap and placing her hands next to it.

Just as the girl had finished setting herself on the seat, more people were invited inside, one of them a more normally dressed woman which was a relief to see, but the others... They reminded her of police officers with their neat uniforms, causing Catherine to swallow in nervousness. Some policemen were okay she recalled, they wouldn't have as much prejudice against magical creatures as the knights were inclined to but...still. Hadn't she just made a threat at somebody? There was a chance that these people were here because she was in big trouble.
Staring at the three in uniforms like a deer caught in headlights, her hands wrapped around the seat gripping for the ends of it, holding them with a firm and tense grasp, the wood complaining at the slightly superhuman strength being exercised over it.

At the same time, Avell --who could now see the others due to his gem being pointed towards the table-- was concerned with different matters completely. He could sense magic coming from the three newcomers, mostly variated average-level projectile casting. The uniforms, despite the never seen before designs, were quite easy to associate with some kind of military force. A magic-based military... The thought of the combination was a bit... disconcerting. He didn't want his protegée anywhere near the trio, her naive nature would surely drive her to underestimate them, especially the child.

Save for the names of locations that they didn't know, the mission seemed straight forward enough: activate stations, open doors, get the people out, defend them. Easy enough! Catherine was already excited at the prospect of fighting, the anticipation and call for adventure making her forget any kind of previous tension or concern with the other members. Oh yeeeeah~ They got to pummel some creatures called Xenomorphs. Of course, there was just a single problem:

"Me! Me! I have one!", the catgirl had proclaimed loudly, promptly raising her hand, waving it in the air energetically, "...What's a Xenomorph?"

For the first time, not even Avell had the answer to the werecat's question, just as interested in the response that would be given by the commander as his hyper student was. Perhaps, this is why he had not stopped nor reprehended her for doing something that'd label the duo as 'inexperienced' and 'amateurish'. Just because these denominations fit Catherine to a tee, it didn't mean that they should be assigned to both of them. This magic sword had its own pride, thank you very much.

((Apologies for the delay, I've been down with a rather strong cold and it just got harder and harder to start this dang post.
Any mentions of the transport will be done at the next one, don't worry.))​

 

[Sleek]

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Alpha
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I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked at the disassembled rifle in front of me. I hadn't the faintest clue how to help this....Android. But knowing what I did from the scant few files I could glean, it was awful. I joked, sure, but I wanted....no....needed to know. All I really knew was about the few deaths that there were, as well as cranial implants that exploded. Fury could shove it, I'd had men with intimidating fronts telling me what to do all my life. Never again would I follow their orders to the letter.

So, knowing that Stark wasn't all asshole, I tried to appeal to the side of him that cared.

"Stark, look. Not knowing the full picture got mine of the brightest, bravest, best people I'd ever knew....killed. I joined Saga's outfit because I didn't know anything else, but I went along with the MPF because I do believe you're here to protect us all.

But I can't do that if I don't know everything. A few names and a casualty list doesn't cut it. Hell, it raised super soldiers from the dead. So, I'm going to ask, nicely.

Please, show me."

I said. I didn't know what else to say, and I didn't bother to look at Stark. Just mentioning those few I couldn't save made my throat close up and made tears well up behind my eyepatch. FRIDAY was probably having a field day analyzing my body language, and maybe the robot kid was too. I didn't know.

Frankly, I was starting not to care about that.

thatguyinthestore Necessity4Fun

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[Atomic Chucklenuts]

*Here comes a new challenger. Sora*

(Sora was relaxing on Destiny Islands one day until a strange message in a bottle appeared)

Sora: “Huh?”

(Sora reads the note and decides to go, as he enjoys helping people and doing what’s right. Later he meets with Coulson and is told what goes on around. Coulson gives Sora his dorm key and leaves the boy to get used to his new surroundings.)

Sora: “Long way from home, but I guess I can get used to this.”

(Sora lays in bed and looks up at the ceiling)

Sora: “I wonder what’s next. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be ready for it!”

 

[darkred]

Jak and Daxter

Dax, I could get used to this.

What exactly, Jak?

This whole team thing

Oh!!!

Jak smiled lightly in his room while looking at his partner

"Yeah yeah, Jak. Let's go back to sleep.

I don't know, Dax. Maybe there's someone new I can meet out there?

Atomic Chucklenuts @whomever
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[Necessity4Fun]

• CV-02: Left Side (Lab)

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  "If it was that bad, I'd rather know."​

  
  Upon these new lines, Len had jerked his head back up, instantly being dragged out of his internal thoughts as his gaze had met the soldier's. He tensed up due to having such a person focused on him, anxiety spiking up suddenly. He could understand the problem, fighting against someone you didn't even know anything about was an herculean task and it would be better to have some kind of guidance.
  The vocaloid lowered his gaze, trying to find a compromise. It's true, that he'd rather not have to remember about that day too much but on the other hand, this was very important, and with his sibling having run off to who knows where, it was also the ideal time to share the story in case he had to. He just didn't want to force Rin to remember it... not at the risk of dragging her into more sudden emergency reboots and actual damage to components. Surely the memories would be like torture to the cheerful naive girl.
  
  Wondering what to do, the android boy had exchanged a glance with Tony as if asking for permission to talk about the Tesseract incident... tactfully. He expected to get a glance back either approvingly, in a kind of 'i don't know' kind of mood or straight vetoing the idea completely.
  
  

  "Look, as of right now, the higher ups of the Foundation have the Zant situation under control. If that changes, then, you have my word, that I will be the first to fill you in on everything."​

  
  Well, that solved it. If the man thought that was the correct course of action, Len could only nod to himself and let the subject go. Perhaps, it was really for the best, again it wasn't as if he'd enjoy talking about Cobblepot or Zant for that matter. Moving on, Mr Stark had reprimanded him for being too formal, causing the younger sibling to instantly flinch, a bit hurt by the remark. He supposed it was truth, but he had just tried to sound more professional in the workspace... Sort of reaffirm his worth inside a location such as this. Which he honestly felt quite detached from at times...
  
  Come on, he wanted to be useful too!
  
  "Ahh, I'm sorry Mr Sta- I mean, To...ny... -San. I didn't mean to offend you with my over-usage of Keigo...", he let out in a bit of a melancholic tone though the formality remained, far too ingrained in the male vocaloid's mannerisms to change, unless done with a conscious effort, "I'll refrain from employing it as much around you since you seem to dislike it."
  
  "Anyway. To start easy, how would I go about making the consoles able to receive internal communication frequencies? They're already capable of tuning in to normal AM, FM public radio frequencies, so that shouldn't be too hard... Yet, I have no idea of how to go about adding in... perhaps a manual frequency input algorithm? Or maybe just some kind of dial...", he would glance over at Tony to assess whether he was being understood and whether the idea was good or bad, judging by the man's facial expressions, "I'm just afraid the mess of devices and cables would make in-field movement a lot more convoluted, giving that our headsets are not removable..."
  
  "Secondly, I've never done actual programming before, as in, from scratch. How would you recommend I get started? What's the faster way I can grasp the ins and outs of software programming to build a decent foundation before I begin tackling harder matters? I did bring back some manuals and instructions books into things like 'solid holograms' and other topics that work differently in my home-world, so these should be my leisure reading for the next month or so. No need to worry about those. I'm just looking to get the grasp of software-programming basics for now."
  
  "Of course...", his technical straight-forward tone grew a little sheepish, though the difference was rather discrete, "If I said anything equivocated, or if you have better ideas, feel free to correct me. After all, you're the expert here and this is all a huuuge learning experience for me."
  
  As soon as he was done, the door of the lab-area had opened up, allowing a new figure to join them. Len had peeked at the direction of the new sounds with curiosity, just as an Asian male, perhaps about the same age as Tony had begun making introductions. Apparently, he already knew the names of the other two, which had helped Len out since Alpha's name had still been missing up until that point. His proper and grammar loving side also was quite grateful of having been addressed by the proper term:
  
  "Greetings, Rho-San, it is nice to meet you too", due to the other being also of clear Asian descent, Len had made sure to get up from the chair, promptly giving the man a respectful bow, "I'm Kagamine Len and this corner here is my... still in progress and quite messy, repair workshop to be. Tony-San is helping me decide what the most efficient course of actions would be to get my ideas 'out of the paper', so to speak."
  
  The vocaloid boy would remain in the bow, awaiting a response or further inquity about the ongoing projcts. To be honest, he wouldn't have a problem going into further detail about things and was quite looking forward to actually getting some curiosity and interest back. As his sister would say, he WAS a nerd after all...
  
  

  "Stark, look. Not knowing the full picture got mine of the brightest, bravest, best people I'd ever knew....killed.", the anthropomorphic soldier woman had started again, suddenly the tension of the room was once more rather heavy.​

  
  Again, Len would exchange silent meaningful glances with Tony, this time with an added pleading tone to them. As if begging to be allowed to say something. He understood the need to keep these things under warm blankets to avoid the spread of panic and chaos, but he could also sympathise with Alpha... The combatants needed to know just the size of the mess they were in so that they could prepare properly for it.
  He awaited Stark's response, almost as if holding a breath that he didn't even have. It pained him to consider it, but with the certainty that sharing what they knew was the right thing to do and that the goat-person seemed like a trustworthy and well-trained individual, there was a tiny spec of defiance growing inside the android's mind. A will to covertly oblige with the other's request even if the man did not approve of it.
  
  Internally, he cursed. Why couldn't he be more assertive in this kind of situations?
  If this had been Rin, she'd have spoken her mind about the subject long ago. ...Why couldn't he be the same way when it mattered?
  
  

  thatguyinthestore , Sleek , QizPizza​
  
  
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[Sayo-Nara]

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

“You aren’t comin’ too Beauty?”
Bobobo stood at the bus stop with a letter in his hand talking about joining some organization. Bobobo decided to join them thinking that it could be useful on taking down the Hair Hunt group and avenging the sacrifice that his Father has made. In front of him stood his friend, Beauty.
“No, No I really don’t think I should. Besides someone has to stay here and make sure Don Patch doesn’t go crazy.”
Bobobo proceeded to throw a tantrum like a child as he fell to the floor and banged his fists onto the ground while crying.
“I DON’T WANNA GO BY MYSELF! WHAT IF I SNEEZE TOO LOUD AND EVERYONE GETS MAD AT ME!? OR MAYBE WE HIT A BUMP AND I FLY OUT THE WINDOW AND HIT THE ROAD CAUSING MY HAND TO CATCH ON FIRE!”
The bus pulled up and once it did Bobobo quickly stood up acting extremely calm as if that didn’t even happen.
“Never mind. I only have one ticket anyway.”

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT EARLIER!?”

Bobobo got on the bus and headed towards his destination. As he got there, He simply walked inside while taking a look around. He didn’t see anyone immediately, so he decided to look around the building for anyone to talk to.

@AnyoneWhoWantsToInteract​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

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Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

“You aren’t comin’ too Beauty?”
Bobobo stood at the bus stop with a letter in his hand talking about joining some organization. Bobobo decided to join them thinking that it could be useful on taking down the Hair Hunt group and avenging the sacrifice that his Father has made. In front of him stood his friend, Beauty.
“No, No I really don’t think I should. Besides someone has to stay here and make sure Don Patch doesn’t go crazy.”
Bobobo proceeded to throw a tantrum like a child as he fell to the floor and banged his fists onto the ground while crying.
“I DON’T WANNA GO BY MYSELF! WHAT IF I SNEEZE TOO LOUD AND EVERYONE GETS MAD AT ME!? OR MAYBE WE HIT A BUMP AND I FLY OUT THE WINDOW AND HIT THE ROAD CAUSING MY HAND TO CATCH ON FIRE!”
The bus pulled up and once it did Bobobo quickly stood up acting extremely calm as if that didn’t even happen.
“Never mind. I only have one ticket anyway.”

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT EARLIER!?”

Bobobo got on the bus and headed towards his destination. As he got there, He simply walked inside while taking a look around. He didn’t see anyone immediately, so he decided to look around the building for anyone to talk to.

@AnyoneWhoWantsToInteract​

Sarah happened to be walking in the hallway when she spots Bobobo. She takes one look at him and balks.

Bobobo would see a young woman, straight black hair with half her face covered in third-degree burns. For some reason her mouth is intact. Black hair covers part of her face.

"Never seen you before? You new here? Odd normally Coulson would be here to see to you."

Sayo-Nara

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

Bobobo watched as the girl walked over to him. He seemed to be paying attention to her, but once she asked him a question it was clear he wasn’t paying much attention to her in particular.
“Mhm... Oh excuse me miss. Would you mind? I’m trying to have a meaningful conversation with your hair.”
Bobobo nodded a bit almost as if her hair was telling him a story.
“Ahahaha! That is very true!”
Finally Bobobo payed attention to Sarah.
“To answer your question, I am...”
Bobobo did a dramatic pose as he pointed to his hair dramatically.
“BOBOBO-BO BO-BOBO, THE BODACIOUS BO-TECTOR OF HAIR! But most people call me Bo or Bobobo.”

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[PolikShadowbliss]

Sarah's face deadpans.

Great, another weirdo.

"Okay Bo. What brings you to the Cape?"

Sayo-Nara

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

“Well I was invited here. I guess they heard about my bodacious and bo-tastic hair. I’m hoping joining here will help me out a bit. I gotta take down a group called the Hair Hunters who try to make everyone bald.”
Bobobo inched closer to Sarah and whispered In her ear.
“Don’t trust bald people. They will cut your hair the moment you turn your back.”
Bobobo once again posed dramatically, but in a more sad looking pose.
“I have a reason for needing to take these totally unbodacious people.”
Bobobo just stared at Sarah clearly waiting for her to ask why.

PolikShadowbliss

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[PolikShadowbliss]

Sarah sighs and as she could read his mind, states.
"Why?"

Sayo-Nara​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo

“It’s a very long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Before Sarah could even answer his question Bobobo proceeded to open the top of his hair like it was some sort of capsule. He pulled out a projector and projection screen. He loaded the projector with a tape titled “Youth”.
“This here contains the entirety of my youth. Or at least the important bits. Oh and you right there.”
Bobobo pointed to what appeared to be a skinless slice of a pickle with arms and legs.
“You aren’t allowed to watch.”

“W-WHA!”
The projector began to start as it showed a young Bobobo standing in a crowd of people.
“You see I can hear the voices of people’s hair. I wasn’t sure why, but I could. One day I decided to ask my hair.”

“Hey hair? Why can I hear hair talking?”

“HOW SHOULD I KNOW? YOU ARE JUST A FREAK!”

“Ouch... that was hurtful...”

“One day I crossed this man while I was at the park. I heard his hair cryin’ like a baby.”

The video showed the young Bobobo chasing after a man with short black hair.

“Sir? I can hear your hair crying!”

“YOU MEAN YOU CAN HEAR MY HAIR TOO!?”
The video tape began to skip around a bit to a later point in time where Bobobo and the man sitting down in the grass.
“So, why are we able to hear hair talk?”

“HOW SHOULD I KNOW!? ONLY A FREAK WOULD ASK THAT QUESTION!”

“Gee... I’m scarred for life...”
The tape then cut to Bobobo entering his house to see his father.
“You see my dad was the best. He always bought the best conditioner and never the knock off brands. He was also made of hair. I almost forgot to mention that.”


Soon there was a bang at the door and the door flung open revealing several bald men in armor.
“T-The hair hunters!? I’m just a little tadpole no hair here!”

“A tadpole eh? Is this true?”

“No that was a lie... but take my son! Not me!”
The men nodded as they dragged Bobobo away as his father cried.

“Nooooo! I WILL AVENGE YOU FATHER!”

The projection cut off and Bobobo was crying, as well as the pickle from before.
“My father sacrificed everything for me... I will avenge him!”

PolikShadowbliss
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