The Cape [Multi-Fandom Sandbox RP]

[darkred]

Maya "Echo" Visari

The Helghast assassin stepped out of the mushroom ship and looked around. She had finally arrived at the place called the Cape. She arrived and took a breath of relief as she turned toward the door. She eyed the agent who offered to give her a tour of the location and where she'd stay and all.

After the tour, she stopped as she disappeared toward the training room . She was in her own space of the shooting range where she wanted to refresh her sniping and marking skills for the next mission.

She had her private communication device on occasion checking on if she got a message from the fellow assassin she met on the previous mission.

Nightwisher thatguyinthestore S Senate8 Jeremiah GearBlade654 -- Training Facility​

 

[GearBlade654]

Force Commander "Hairgel"​

Status: Training​

Actions: Attacking Simulations​

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"HRGH!"
Echo ( darkred ) would walk in on a certain hair-obsessed Space Marine with a rather large war hammer sparking electricity in combat with what appeared to be a red-armored spikier version of himself with axes.

Spoiler: Khornate Berserker

As the Khorne Berserker simulation roared again and hacked at Hairgel, the Force Commander shifted the armor pauldron on his left shoulder to take the brunt of the attack. The simulation's axes got stuck in the Astartes commander's shoulder, and Hairgel immediately followed up with shoulder bashing the Berserker, before bringing his giant hammer down on the simulation's head to finish the fake Berserker off.
Hairgel nodded and took a step backwards, and looked at his time. 20 seconds. Could use a little work. The Astartes, however, had not noted Echo.​

 

[darkred]

Force Commander "Hairgel"​

Status: Training​

Actions: Attacking Simulations​

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"HRGH!"
Echo ( darkred ) would walk in on a certain hair-obsessed Space Marine with a rather large war hammer sparking electricity in combat with what appeared to be a red-armored spikier version of himself with axes.

Spoiler: Khornate Berserker

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As the Khorne Berserker simulation roared again and hacked at Hairgel, the Force Commander shifted the armor pauldron on his left shoulder to take the brunt of the attack. The simulation's axes got stuck in the Astartes commander's shoulder, and Hairgel immediately followed up with shoulder bashing the Berserker, before bringing his giant hammer down on the simulation's head to finish the fake Berserker off.
Hairgel nodded and took a step backwards, and looked at his time. 20 seconds. Could use a little work. The Astartes, however, had not noted Echo.​

Maya "Echo" Visari



Echo turned once she had heard the giant armored Space Marine nearby. By no means was she sneaking up on him, but she was still busy taking sniper shots at the target ahead.

"Hairgel" would hear loud "BOOM" shots from Echo's Sniper Rifle as the target moved back. Holes within the targets.

GearBlade654 Nightwisher
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[GearBlade654]

Force Commander "Hairgel"​

Status: Surprised​

Actions: Greeting Echo ( darkred )​

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Echo's sniping elicted a surprised grunt from the Astartes commander. Hairgel shot around to see who had fired the shot.
Echo.
Hairgel knew who she was. Echo. Martellus had been busy reporting back everything that had happened-and from the sounds of things this Echo had proved to be quite competent.
Problem is, Hairgel couldn't talk. But he could write.
The Force Commander picked up a piece of paper and wrote "You are Maya Visari?" on it before showing the paper to Echo. Hairgel took a moment to write a bit more.
"One of my subordinates appears to have acknowledged you as quite competent."​

 

[darkred]

Force Commander "Hairgel"​

Status: Surprised​

Actions: Greeting Echo ( darkred )​

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Echo's sniping elicted a surprised grunt from the Astartes commander. Hairgel shot around to see who had fired the shot.
Echo.
Hairgel knew who she was. Echo. Martellus had been busy reporting back everything that had happened-and from the sounds of things this Echo had proved to be quite competent.
Problem is, Hairgel couldn't talk. But he could write.
The Force Commander picked up a piece of paper and wrote "You are Maya Visari?" on it before showing the paper to Echo. Hairgel took a moment to write a bit more.
"One of my subordinates appears to have acknowledged you as quite competent."
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Echo looked over at the piece of paper Hairgel left her and nodded, replying both in Helghast and English.

"Yes, but how did you know my real name? I don't usually mention it to a lot of people.

"Glad i'm trusted around here at least from the performance from the last mission."

GearBlade654 Nightwisher​

 

[ManyFaces]

Mandy hadn't exactly known how to find allies in the strange facility. Making friends with people was Billy's thing, not hers.
But the sudden appearance of the young girl and her warning was what she might call humorous. She appeared to be dressed a witch, though she didn't look like the traditional old hag.
"I assure you I'm perfectly fine."

Grim cringed as the girl looked at him wondering why this child was giving him the evil eye before he'd even done anything "See I tink you've got da wrong idea child." Grim said in his zany Jamaican accent.

"Yes, Grim here is one of my best friends. Isn't that right Grim?" Mandy looked up at the creature that was death incarnate without batting an eye.

Grim closed his eye sockets and seemed to take a deep breath despite... Having no lungs. "Yes we are de... very best of friends." He sighed.
Just then he was bumped in to by the nicley dressed young man. He seemed to have decent manners unlike his captors, or captor at the moment. But of course that didn't last long, at least he had the decency to show some fear at seeing him like the good ol days.
"Well, I do have a face actually." He removed his skull and held it out in front of the young man "See." He said giving the boy a boney smile.

Necessity4Fun thatguyinthestore

 

[GearBlade654]

Force Commander "Hairgel"​

Status: OK​

Actions: Introducing Martellus​

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Hairgel didn't even respond, backing up and waving for a figure in the back shooting... angry sun rays, or whatever they were, to appear.
The figure turned around, slung his gun over his shoulder, and walked on over.
It was Martellus, fresh from the Star Festival fiasco.

The Techmarine calmly nodded towards the Helghast assassin.
"Echo. Didn't think you would appear here, but I am glad to see someone competent join our ranks."
darkred​

 

[GearBlade654]

Max Braum​

Status: OK​

Actions: Moving Ahead​

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"...trash can? At least it's not another toblerone joke."
Max rolled his eyes at Tanya's joke ( 2Bornot2B ) as he looked ahead. He'd received intel that someone new had joined the fight.
There were three hallways. One lead to the north, one to the left, and one to the right.
Thing is, intel was in on the area.
Supergirl ( PolikShadowbliss ) wouldn't find anything on the move, but she would see xenomorphs standing still in the east and west hallways. Clearly waiting for an ambush.
"North and west hallways lead to the security stations. East is another hole full of xenomorphs. West has a nest of them as well."
"Let's move on up. Raptor Team ( darkred ), new person ( Ghostly Phantom ), if you're hearing this, hold position near the blast door to the civilians."
Braum gestured for the team following him to head to the one on the north, but not before tossing his second incendiary down the East hallways. Three xenomorphs realized it was not some puny fleshbag far too late, and horrific shrieks filled the hallways.
"Heh, poor suckers. Alright, let's move."
Braum moved towards the north hallway, intent on activating the security station there.
( QizPizza Jeremiah )​

 

[darkred]

Force Commander "Hairgel"​

Status: OK​

Actions: Introducing Martellus​

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Hairgel didn't even respond, backing up and waving for a figure in the back shooting... angry sun rays, or whatever they were, to appear.
The figure turned around, slung his gun over his shoulder, and walked on over.
It was Martellus, fresh from the Star Festival fiasco.
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The Techmarine calmly nodded towards the Helghast assassin.
"Echo. Didn't think you would appear here, but I am glad to see someone competent join our ranks."
darkred​

Maya "Echo" Visari

Not one but two Space Marines were now near her. But the one joining them was a familiar face.

"Martellus?!"

It was nice to be known a bit around the area.

"I didn't think I would stay either, I believe Ms. Saga convinced me otherwise."

GearBlade654 Nightwisher
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[PolikShadowbliss]

Supergirl

Supergirl - aka Kara Danvers - was immensely glad that the commander had chosen to rid the other hallway of the zenomorphs. It saved her the strain and with sunlight in short supply, she needed to restain herself. She was like a solar battery. No, she was literally a solar battery.

"That takes care of them!" She said breezefully, "Unless you want me to make sure we aren't ambushed from behind?"

She looks at Tanya and Braum, awaiting their response.

2Bornot2B GearBlade654










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[2Bornot2B]

Tanya and co

Tanya whistled at the Xenomorphs screaming. Just another day for her. These were no different to soldiers on the front lines.
"Visha watch our rear. I do not want to be on the receiving end of those tails." Tanya started speaking through her magic comms "Matt can you hear me? If it gets hairy you can head back up to us." Reloading her guns the General followed Braum up North.
GearBlade654

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Peppino

The sad, fat and washed up Italian pizza man wandered into the building aimlessly. He had lost almost everything. His pizza place was shut down all because another fat Italian gave him constant cease and desists.

with nowhere else to go, Peppino accepted the invitation to join the MPF. He walked through the door and took a look around at his new surroundings.
“Woah. I wish my pizza place was this fancy.“
Peppino felt like this could be a good new start. He could start up a new pizza business. He could go back to doing the job he loved so much. However, all of that quickly changed when he heard a faint “noise”

“Woag”

“Oh no...”

Suddenly a tiny man completely clad in a yellow suit riding a skateboard burst through the door.
“HEY FATTY!”
Peppino pinched the bridge of his long nose in frustration. Why was “him” of all people here. The bane of his existence. It went by one name and that name being.
“The Noise”
“Why are you here!?”
“Same reason as you fatty! Without you or your pizza place I don’t gave anywhere to prank call!”
The Noise reached into his suit and pulled out a glass of what appeared to be milk.
“Let’s be pals fattso! Here’s a glass of milk to symbolize our friendship.”
Peppino’s eyes widened and his pupils shrank in fear. He began to sweat profusely. He quickly smacked the glass out of The Noises hand and shattering it on the floor.
“IT WASN’T MILK LAST TIME AND IT ISN’T GOING TO BE THIS TIME!”
“Awww! You’re so mean!”
Peppino was getting fed up already. He was tempted to just piledrive The Noise into the ground like with a bunch of the ForkKnights and Winged Anchovies he used to deal with, but he knew it would do next to nothing to stop The Noise. Peppino just stood there angrily as The Noise continued to babble on and on.

@AnyoneWhoWantsToSaveAPoorFatItalianMan​

 

[GearBlade654]

Max Braum

Status: OK

Actions: Moving Ahead

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Braum nodded at Supergirl's offer to watch the flank.
"That would be appreciated. Get ready to move up if something happens, though."

"And what do we have here...?"
Some time after moving up, those who followed Braum would be greeted by what looked like one of the security stations.
"Well, that's one of the stations. Just a moment..."
Braum taps away at the station.
"Very user friendly. I like this. Just a moment..."
"And... activated."
The station lets out a quiet beep.
"That's over with, let's head back and-"
The second Braum turned around, there was a xenomorph right behind Tanya ( 2Bornot2B ). The creature had a grand total of five milliseconds to realize it had been found before Braum's MP42 slew the beast.
"-get the other station running."
Braum peeked outside the north hallway...
And saw more xenomorphs coming from the west hallway.
"More of them, OPEN FIRE! Try to limit how far your explosives go, we can't have them blowing up the other station!" ( QizPizza , 2Bornot2B , PolikShadowbliss )
As Braum began opening fire on the xenomorphs coming from the west hallway, the Sword Battalion liason quickly contacted the group meant to hold the chokepoint between them and the xenomorph entrance near the civilian blast doors. There were, weirdly, no xenomorphs that showed up just yet.
"You guys, are there xenomorphs coming your way?!"
( Ghostly Phantom , Jeremiah , darkred )​

 

[GearBlade654]

Techmarine Martellus​

Status: OK​

Actions: Greeting Echo​

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"Hm. Well, you are a welcome sight here."
Martellus gestures towards Hairgel.
"I am also here under command of my commander here. It took me returning to my home world to realize that my entire strike force had left to aid this MPF."
"While we call him the Force Commander, it seems that the personnel here seem fond of calling him... Hairgel, for whatever reason."
Martellus turned around to head off to the garage-the Techmarine realized that now might be a good time to tend to the machine spirits of the vehicles there before some poor fool attempted to drive the vehicles while their machine spirits were unhappy.
"I will be tending to the vehicle pool now. If you have questions, I will be there-and you can expect my comrades are also quite capable of answering your questions."
With that, the Techmarine headed off to the vehicle pool.
darkred​

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Arthur Morgan
• Appsro
• Neebs/Doraleous
• Neebs
• Thick44

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  "You'd better believe me when I say that I'd march right into your castle if I could," Arthur's bitterness seeped into his voice as he responded to the nonchalant Midna, putting his partially-deformed cigar right back into his satchel before folding his arms and leaning against the simulation room's wall, leaving some room away from the wall so he didn't have a possibility of accidentally crushing the other Tesseract survivor. He exhaled out of frustration, quietly beginning to relent. Midna was right, after all- neither of them had the ability to deal with him if Zant was hiding like a rat, and the Twilight would quickly overwhelm him without external help. Normally he wouldn't be so frustrated over one guy, but after all the bloodshed and chaos Zant left, he had to at the very least be stopped. That, and Morgan had a grudge against him, something that he didn't usually form. But Zant was an outlier; he was a monster, someone who had no sort of redemption or humanity in him. Animals like Zant had to be put down.
  
  "There's gotta be a way to deal with that Twilight stuff, though. Maybe a bit of hocus-pocus magic that Cobblepot had would help- or science. Whatever you call that fancy equipment he had that dealt with Zant in no time," The gunslinger commented aloud, tunnel-visioning juuuust enough to not notice Shilo's playful remark towards the somber man. He finally pushed himself off the wall before slowly heading out the door with Midna still on his shoulder (unless she decided to get off), just wanting to get the hell outta the sim room. Where exactly would he go? Well, honestly he had absolutely no damn idea. All he knew was that he just needed a walk or something.
  
  
  thatguyinthestore Nightwisher​
  
  
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  Unfortunately enough, there was absolutely nobody in the Battlefield Friends squad that was listening to Appsro. That, or they were too busy doing whatever the hell they were off to. Either way, it felt like there was no time in between him taking the ride back home with a few others and being returned straight to the Cape. Honestly, the high he got offa blowing up random robots wasn't enough at all; sure, the red ribbon he got from the Resistance was cool and all, but there wasn't enough Michael Bay in the Engineer's life. Thus, to get his head off of his urge to blow something up, he headed off towards the most logical area an Engineer should loiter around in- the Hangar/Garage. There, he began mindlessly repairing the little dents that the MPF's vehicles had sustained through combat- completely oblivious of his surroundings. Of course, if someone were to approach him, surely the explosives-lover would be friendly to a fellow companion... Right???
  
  
  
  (Open for interaction- anyone in the hangar/garage)​
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  Honestly, despite generally being able to tolerate nearly anything (after all, he did have to deal with Neebs' antics on a daily basis), Doraleous was mildly irrritated by this random girl grilling the other guy. It seemed pretty obvious to him that Sage wasn't very happy at the moment, and the Medic even suspected that he himself may have contributed to the latter's frustration to some sort of degree. He decided to quietly let the two converse for a few moments, gauge what was going on, and then jump back in. At the mention of "socializing", he merely shrugged silently to let Sage know he was still listening, but just trying to figure out his next move here. To cover up his tracks, he decided now was the best moment to jump back in. He chuckled softly to cover for his silence before cutting into the duo's conversation.
  
  "Yeah, sorry. Kinda just spaced out there, y'know? We should kinda at least try to get on the right foot here, and I'm sure being absolute strangers doesn't help. How about we formally introduce ourselves rather than snooping around in each other's files to learn each other's names?" The Medic offered, a very slight jab at the unnamed chick (though not with malice), before starting.
  
  "Doraleous. I'm part of a squad that's kinda gotten the name of Battlefield Friends. Combat medic at your service."
  
  
  thatguyinthestore Necessity4Fun​
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  Meanwhile, the Battlefield Friends' squad idiot had wandered out of the cafeteria and was pretty much lost in the Cape. Even though the Friends had practically been shown around the place by Agent Cole Slaw earlier, Neebs had absolutely no idea where he was at this point. Well, sort of. Up ahead was a sign that said "SHOOTING RANGE"; what could possibly go wrong from that? Not excluding his shitty aim and power to completely whiff a target he was aiming for even at point-blank range.
  
  Either way, after a few minutes the Support class had wandered on over to the shooting range within the training room and deployed his M249's bipod on the range before turning on a stationary target. Once the big red bullseye was up he began spraying, likely deafening anyone too close to him in the process.
  
  "Badaddadada! Badadadadada! Badadadadada!" The Noob shouted, emphasizing the dozens of bullets he was dumping down range on the bullet. Too bad literally none of them actually hit the giant bulleye, as was par for his course.
  
  GearBlade654 darkred thatguyinthestore S Senate8 Jeremiah (Anyone in the Training Room)
  
  
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  Thick quietly gulped underneath his mask the moment the winged lady bared what seemed to be fangs at him when he approached her. He quickly shook his head when she remarked negatively about how he was looking, comparing his glances to a scientist with a lab rat.
  
  "No, no, I didn't mean to look at you that way..!" He stuttered out quickly, getting ready to defend himself before she finally realized why he was staring at her wings. He remained silent as he listened to her remark about her wings before nodding quietly.
  
  "I mean, I was just... Well, thinking about the places you could go with those wings. Y'know, get up someplace high and watch people down below," The recon admitted to her just before an alarm went off, catching his attention about a few moments after it went off. Only then did he comprehend that the girl asked him if he wanted to show her the way, and by then she was already gone.
  
  "Damn it, Thick, you dumbass..." The soldier berated himself for his lousy error before quickly dashing back to the gun range, ignoring his unintelligent teammate spraying bullets, before replacing his sniper with a silenced M4 Carbine, and took with him a set of Motion Sensor balls alongside a stack of C4 charges that could potentially come in handy. By the time he got to the briefing area, people had already left- Only with one glance at the battle plans did Thick understand what was going on, and felt glad that for once he'd packed for a CQC trip rather than a sniping vacation.
  
  He just barely made it onto a random helicopter leaving, though he was on his own in this one. Of course, there were still some people leaving for the mission, but he was the only one in his specific transport chopper heading out. C'est la vie, especially when you stopped to daydream or something like that.
  
  Within what seemed to be forever, his transport finally reached the landing zone. At this point, everyone else had already left to do their own thing, so the Recon ended up taking the rear flank- or at the very least trying to catch up to it. Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to regroup with those guarding a major chokepoint in the underground areas. Someone's voice crackled through the radio as Thick sidled over to Onyx's side, minding her wings as he pressed down onto the radio to make a call out.
  
  "We're about to find out about that. Motion sensors out," The sniper declared before throwing his motion balls towards the two hallways that were exposed to Xenomorphs, lifting his M4 Carbine to guard the northern hallway. He glanced over to Onyx once before putting his eye back upon his weapon's sights. He also made sure to keep the other exposed hallway in the corner of his eye; if either of the motion sensors picked up hostile movement they'd show up on his magic Battlefield HUD that nobody else had, and thus would give him a major advantage in knowing where the space monsters were.
  
  
  Ghostly Phantom GearBlade654 Jeremiah darkred (Chokepoint gang)​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Supergirl

”Or not.” Supergirl sighed as she heard the screaming of the pitiful things. She was ignored by the little girl, though Kara suspected that it was not out of spite. More like she was just a blip in her military orientated mind. Fine then. Be like that.

But then the commander nodded at her and proclaimed his appreciation. So she was not entirely ignored, she smiled back at Braum as he continued onward to the next station, activating it. Just then a xenomorph appeared right behind Tanya and before Supergirl could so much as blast the poor sucker with her heat vision, Braum took care of it with his gun! She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that they were being attacked by xenomorphs. She was just about to heat blast them when she heard Braun’s warning on explosive so she decided to freeze them where they stood with her ice breath.

GearBlade654
2Bornot2B
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[Necessity4Fun]

• CV-02: Left Side (Lab)

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  Mr Stark's... interesting introduction had caught Len up by surprise. Well, yeah, he had gathered that the man wasn't as strict all the time and had a streak of playfulness, but it was still rather jarring to see. You'd expect intelletual to be more orderly, more stiff and less chaotic but Tony was a weird mesh between his and DEX' personalities, something that the male vocaloid would always take with curiosity but also some level of unneasiness. It just, didn't feel right. Not at all.
  
  Rho had never addressed him directly, so the boy had stood in that bow for comical amounts of time, only getting out of it once Tony Stark had begun dealing with Alpha's concerns calling upon his own A.I. called F.R.I.D.A.Y, a female voice responding to the man's prompts and soon bringing a holographic screen to life, much like the ones Len and his sister had been able to pull up while using Lyle's Real Spec skill. The huge wall of text hadn't been dismissed fast enough to keep an Android from reading it, since the Vocaloid's memory was much more precise than a human's, quickly photographing and archiving every bit of visual information for only then posterior analysis, though, since he had been there in the occurrence, there really wasn't anything new to know. It was mostly just described in a more orderly and government-like way.
  
  Honestly, way better than anything he could have shared with the furried soldier. This was okay, Len was quite pleased with the way Mr. Stark had dealt with the situation, only being reminded of why he admired the man in the first place. With a satisfied nod and a gentle grin on his face, the blonde android had watched as Alpha got handled a smaller version of the screen... Ohhh! Like a virtual USB with a monitor on it! That was so cool!! He couldn't help but be excited at the display of technology, even if some of his things worked rather similar, it would never stop being fascinating to look at. Same principles, used of different functions and such. Ahh science~
  
  Talking about science! Having handled that, Tony had last redirected his attention at Len's inquiries and requests. Ohh boy, the nerves were racking up again. Come on, it's just two intellectuals exchanging information! No matter that you're completely idolizing the other one and would love this man to take you under his wing and teach you eeeeeverything he knows... N-nevermind that, work time! Focus on the work and less the person! Y-yeah...
  Anyway, nerves aside, the younger twin had watched curiously as the other turned around, opened a drawer and came back with some really old tech the boy had only seen in movies and games before... What were these called again? Walkie-talkies? They seem common for military use and in case of an EMP or something, so that the MPF would have them made complete sense.
  
  

  "Alright, well, you'll need these if you wanna access the frequencies required to access private channels. Or, if you want some bang for your buck, you can make your own channels.", the man had started, putting the devices on top of the table and smiling at him. The next thing he said capable of making the boy skip a beat if he had any to actually skip, "You'll do fine, I trust you."​

  
  

  "I trust you."​

  
  The words were repeated over and over again, as if an internal recording and Len had frozen immediately not knowing how to respond. To say that he was flustered was an understatement. The processor burned up a few Fahrenheits over the ideal temperature, a tiny beep echoed from the console and words, words were difficult:
  
  "Uhh, uhh...", oh dear Buddha, he felt like slapping himself mentally to see if something would come back online properly ahhh, "I-I WILL NOT LET YOU DOWN, STARK-SAN!", Len had let out, stiffening up, and for some reason given the man a salute, while also wanting to die of shame internally.
  
  The honorifics had slipped again too. Oh well, at least it hadn't been 'Mr. Stark' this time...
  
  Averting his gaze and doing a huge effort to calm down from the compliment, the vocaloid had barely paid attention to the way Tony had stopped with a blank expression and stared at the ground. Which was good, because otherwise Len might have thought he had said something wrong and started overly worrying. Instead, he half-paid attention to the man's words, slowly going back to a more level-headed stance until the next sentence rung out.
  
  

  ...How's your own Iron Man suit sound?" ​

  
  "Eh?!", Len had jerked his head back at Tony to meet his gaze, only to realize the man wasn't looking at him either, perhaps a sign of uncertainty, "T-that is rather sudden..."
  
  

  "Well... more like a Spider-Man suit. Except, without the whole... arachnid aspect. I'll think something up and have it ready in about a week."​

  
  And nope, the man did not stop. If anything, he seemed sold on the idea, which the android boy, wasn't. He was just perplexed and wondering about where the notion had even come from in the first place. Looking uncomfortable, the vocaloid had averted his gaze, beginning in a sheepish tone of voice:
  
  "I am, honored and grateful for the offer Tony-San but, uhh, I'm unsure how my request even got us to this point...", he looked back at the man, still rather nervous with the whole plan, "So, you're making me a suit... To help me code??"
  
  Yep, definitely confused.
  
  

  thatguyinthestore , @Alpha007, QizPizza​
  
  
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[darkred]

Max Braum

Status: OK

Actions: Moving Ahead

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Braum nodded at Supergirl's offer to watch the flank.
"That would be appreciated. Get ready to move up if something happens, though."

"And what do we have here...?"
Some time after moving up, those who followed Braum would be greeted by what looked like one of the security stations.
"Well, that's one of the stations. Just a moment..."
Braum taps away at the station.
"Very user friendly. I like this. Just a moment..."
"And... activated."
The station lets out a quiet beep.
"That's over with, let's head back and-"
The second Braum turned around, there was a xenomorph right behind Tanya ( 2Bornot2B ). The creature had a grand total of five milliseconds to realize it had been found before Braum's MP42 slew the beast.
"-get the other station running."
Braum peeked outside the north hallway...
And saw more xenomorphs coming from the west hallway.
"More of them, OPEN FIRE! Try to limit how far your explosives go, we can't have them blowing up the other station!" ( QizPizza , 2Bornot2B , PolikShadowbliss )
As Braum began opening fire on the xenomorphs coming from the west hallway, the Sword Battalion liason quickly contacted the group meant to hold the chokepoint between them and the xenomorph entrance near the civilian blast doors. There were, weirdly, no xenomorphs that showed up just yet.
"You guys, are there xenomorphs coming your way?!"
( Ghostly Phantom , Jeremiah , darkred )​

Major Laurence Barnes (Prophet)

Prophet called out to his team while he was holding position to keep the Xenomorphs away from the door. It was way too quiet for the Raptor team supposed to be holding on to the civilian blast door.


“Psycho, Aztec, Jester, Nomad, you guys getting weird vibes?”

Lieutenant Jake Dunn(Nomad)



Prophet’s voice came in loud and clear to Nomad “Major, there’s no signs of Xenomorph activity near us anywhere and that might be a good or bad thing.”

Sergeant Mike Sykes(Psycho)


“Hey Beaum, you hear me? Prophet and the rest of the team have no signs of Xenomorphs anywhere. This is strange.”



Harold Cortez (Aztec)

“This is way too odd.. Prophet, Max, what do you guys think?


Aztec held his weapon in hand, keeping an eye out.




Martin Hawker(Jester)

“This is odd, be prepared for anything guys.. I have a feeling that things are going to take a sharp turn soon."

( Ghostly Phantom , Jeremiah , darkred [/USER GearBlade654 PolikShadowbliss ])
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[darkred]

Resistance Pilot Blair “Hickabick” Williams

“Max, hear you loud and clear. I’m moving around to avoid scaring the citizens so far. Let me know when everyone is out safe and sound.”

GearBlade654​

 

[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx rolled her eyes after flinching at the voice in her ear. "Yeah, guess its fair I'm on babysitting duty." With the aliens gone from the area, she leaned against the wall, relieving pressure on the straps so she could adjust her wings again. Movement in her peripheral vision made her glance to the side. She noticed that it was the man she had been hostile towards. "Here's hoping they forgot about us. Seriously doubt it, but hope is one thing I still have surprisingly."
FactionGuerrilla GearBlade654 Jeremiah darkred

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Tony watched in... mild amusement as he watched Len suddenly become so enthusiastic after he said he trusted him. It reminded him a lot of Peter, in a way. That childlike optimism that often came with meeting someone as well-known as him. It fueled his ego a bit, sure, but he all in all really did just enjoy this kind of company. However, for the sake of at least being somewhat professional, and in general not really knowing how to deal with this kind of idolization, Tony just kind of awkwardly saluted him back and nodded. "At ease, Prince Charming."

His brows furrowed in mock-offense as Len suddenly looked so confused over his decision to give him his own suit, his mouth hanging agape. "What? You don't appreciate me?" He asked, letting the expression hang for a moment (for ya know, effect) before it softened to a light chuckle. "No, no. I'm kidding." He said as he leaned forward and gave Len a quick, awkward pat on the shoulder. This was almost like when he met Peter for the first time, really. He then turned around and began to pace around the lab, away from that cluttered work area. "If I remember correctly, and my memory is photographic so I'm pretty sure I do," He said as he turned his head to look at Len, still walking in the other direction. "Your reasoning for joining our little... foundation here, was so you could learn how to fight, yeah? Protect your universe from the... gothic lizard man?" He asked, before spinning on a heel and walking backward. He lifted an index finger into the air and continued. "Now, our mutual not-friend Zant, like it or not, is getting closer and closer by the minute. And, made of metal or not, you're still not in the condition to take him on. Unless you have some miraculous previously untapped powers underneath that metal."

He continued walking backward still, not faltering in his steps at all. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather you not make it all the way to Zant's castle and then have it blow up in your face because you weren't properly equipped. And unless you wanna become a walking arsenal like Arthur or wake up at four in the morning every day to train with Cap..." Tony finally reached a nearby wall, where he would tap a hidden integrated sequence of numbers into it. It would proceed to slide right on open without much consequence, revealing a white capsule.

(OOC: Pretty much like this but not just Spider-Man themed suits)

Before Len, various suits would appear for Len to choose from, or he could simply customize his own. There were almost limitless colors, designs, weapons, features, and communication options to choose from. There was even a heater option!

"You're gonna need to trust me."

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[Jeef_jones]

Name: Markus Velafi
Location: Entry area
Interacting: Sayo-Nara

When Markus got the call to join this weird MPF, he of course responded to it quickly and very happily joined them, the bar could wait because adventure was here and if anything he could just head back to the bar probably. After the whole tour, he decided to see if he could greet any new arrivals, possibly passing by people in the hallways and shooting them finger guns, before he came onto the noise and peppino, and it does seem that this peppino guy was being annoyed by this noise person, so he asked the simple question "Hello there, would one of you gentleman like to wander this place with me?"​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Peppino & The Noise

Peppino raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, but he soon realized this could be his saving grace. Peppino grabbed the man by the collar and pointed at the Noise. With compete and utter terror in his voice he spoke.
“Please get him away from me!”

The Noise simply stood there sipping from his soda.
“Awww, Tubby’s getting sad... I better step up my game!”
The Noise began to bounce around energetically with no signs of stopping any time soon.

Peppino finally reached his limit as he lifted up The Noise and punted him across the room.
“WHHHEEEEEEEEEEE”
“Let’s get out of here while we still have time!”
Jeef_jones ​

 

[Jeef_jones]

(Just pretend the text box isn't there)
Markus Velafi
Location: Entry hallway
Interacting: Sayo-Nara
Nearby: @Labpeople
Markus would nod and then point out knowingly "Oh I know exactly what you mean" Before he would snap his fingers and a giant rat would appear saying only one thing "HONK" Before markus would get onto it and then ride it off towards the lab, hoping peppino was following, after all since the lab seemed to be a serious place of work, hopefully this noise guy wasn't one to be in boring places, although this lab also could have been very interesting but he thought it probably wouldn't be​

 

[Sayo-Nara]

Peppino

Peppino stared at the giant rat. Admittedly it wasn’t the strangest thing he has seen, but it was still pretty weird. Peppino adjusted his hat and held onto it tightly. He started to charge after the rat at full speed and catching up rather quickly.

As he was charging he tripped over a small crack on the floor causing him to trip and transform into an actual ball as he began to roll away uncontrollably.

Eventually he hit the wall causing him to go back to normal as he sat there waiting for the rat guy to catch up.

Jeef_jones ​