The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread - Page 9

Eddie Brock · 05-26-2009, 10:19 PM

GREEN GOBLIN
Phase II

The crowd is even larger than I anticipated. I peer out from the wings, watching them fidgeting excitedly. I have them right where I need them for the next part of my plan. I look once more at my assembled team. Just then, I realize that we might just be able to do this. "Just remember: smile, keep quiet, and let me handle everything," I remind them as I make final adjustments on my Armani suit. After a deep breath, I begin the walk across the stage.

Flashes nearly blind me as I walk swiftly. Still, I don't allow my smile to fade an inch. I wave politely to the media, then to the crowd. There are some cheers resonating, but they immediately die when I take my place behind the podium. The podium is adorned with a encircled lightning bolt. Our logo.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the media, the public, and the world," I speak into the microphone. The booming quality of my voice causes another rush of adrenaline. "The wait is finally over." I lean back and wait for the cheers to die down again. "When I started this project, I was unsure of how it might turn out. It was an ambitious undertaking, to say the least, and it was going to require intense care and dedication. Yet here I am, confident in the team I am about to introduce.

"These individuals have surprised me in their willingness and dedication to our cause," I continue. "Make no mistake: these people will fight not just for you, America, but for all the citizens all over the world. They live to protect and serve, and I would ask no less of them.

"So, without further ado, I present your Thunderbolts."

Bullseye steps forward.

"Trick Shot!"

Beetle follows.

"Mark I!"

Enchantress glides across the stage.

"Moonglow!"

Spot appears from one of his portals. I feel a little guilty because we have no possible way of hiding his true identity. Luckily, no one knows who he is, anyway.

"Spot!"

Deadpool enters.

"Ronin!"

I clear my throat as the team takes their places. The media is soaking it up.

"Naturally, no team would be complete without a leader," I explain. "However, I regret to say that ours could not be available today - as he is busy dealing with a crisis at the moment. You know how these guys are. They never sleep!" A few chuckles. "But, if he were here, I'd be more than happy to introduce--"

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"US Agent!"

The applause is explosive. Taking advantage, Enchantress leans in and whispers, "Who's that?"

I maintain my smile and reply, "You think I'm letting these buffoons out in the field alone? That would be disastrous, my dear. It's like I said: every team needs a leader. In their case, maybe even a babysitter."

"But who is it?"

"Me, of course." The crowd is still clapping.

Mercy · 05-27-2009, 06:10 AM

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Originally Posted by Kara Kent

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 7 - Truth
Penultimate chapter of Volume One

Elektra looked around in the dark room, she flicked on the switch for the lights. The room suddenly lit up. Computers and big screens everywhere. Big test tubes filled with a green chemical substance. She slowly stepped down the metal, spiraling steps and looked around. She walked over to a test tube and rubbed the window, inside was a female, who looked exactly like her.

Elektra gasped and jumped back, accidentally stabbing her sai into a computer behind her.
"A clone! W-what is going on?"
"PROJECT POWER UNLOCKED" A voice boomed the area. Elektra looked around, screens showed tapes of Elektra taking down people, one tape showed surveillance of Kingpin's lair as well as Justin Hammer's lair.
Elektra wondered around the room, she saw a round substance, glowing, above it a plank read: Project Power -InvisWoma-.
A screen lowered it's self in front of Elektra. A well built Japanese man in a samurai kimono with a black ponytail appeared on screen.
"Hello Mr Fisk. If you are watching this, then it is time for Elektra to gain the powers of Susan Storm. We caught this substance from space, we managed to send a special pod to collect some of the cosmic storm. Mr Fisk please do not touch as it is specially designed to only give Elektra the abilities. Thank you" The screen then hovered back up behind the plank.
"What-WHAT IS THIS!?"

Suddenly, the door smashed open.
"Awh, poor little Elektra confused? Well let me put you outta your misery and send you into a comatose state" Bloody Mary appeared in the door frame. She jumped down from the stairs, preparing to punch Elektra.

"No one escapes at the hands of BLOODY MARY!"

Justin Hammer's lair.
"Now Maxwell is out of the room getting fixed, I want to speak with you." Justin Hammer sat behind his desk, on a big, black, leather chair. Behind him was his daughter Justine Hammer, who was as pale as a vampire. Next to Justine was Flint Marko.
"Elektra can not, under any circumstances, be stabbed and resurrected by the hand"
"Why? Me and the Hand agreed, if she disobeys it's stabbing time"
"Dillon is my son, Fisk. Him and Elektra got together, the next thing you know--"
"WOAH! HOLD ON! Maxwell is your son!?" Kingpin seemed shocked.
"Max is my brother!?" Justine Hammer sprung from the shadows.
"Half, actually"
"And w-what does this have to do with Elektra?"
"She's c--"
Suddenly, Justine struck a slap across his face, the look of anger in her eyes. She turned her head away from Justin in dismiss and teleported out the room.
"JUSTINE! Marko, find her!"
Flint Marko ran out the room, on the hunt for Justine.
"Listen Justin. I have no time for this. We agreed no distractions, she is having those abilities and if she disagrees then we'll resurrect her! Those people down at the Lab are holding Star away! If you don't want Elektra stabbed you might as well let Star and the chaste after Elektra!" Kingpin smashed the table.

Justine sat sobbing, on the edge of Justin Hammer's building roof. Suddenly, a slender female figure sat next to her.
"Vanessa? You're alive?" Justine wondered looking up.
"No time to explain. Just come here Justine, it's gonna be alright" Stone appeared out of the shadows, smiling, she opened her arms for a hug.
"Ya know, I j-just need an explanation, why did he cheat on my mom?"
"Come with me Justine, I'll take you to a better place. Together we can fight alongside"
"Thanks, you always were the best Godmother"
Stick's soul appeared before Stone.
"Well done" Stick grinned, nodding. Stone winked and continued to hug Justine.

Red Handed
Volume One
Chapter 8 - End

Kingpin stood in front of the furious Justin Hammer. Suddenly, his phone buzzed from inside his silk white jacket. Sliding his hand into his jacket pocket, Kingpin took out his phone carefully and opened it sharply.
"Yes?" Kingpin angrily asks. His eyes widen and his angry look turns to a smug, smile.
"I knew the day would come. I'll be right there" Justin suddenly grabbed Kingpin's phone and threw it across the room.
"You dare, Fisk." Justin moves towards Kingpin.
"If you do this, I shall personally see it through that Jeanne does not live" Kingpin rolled his eyes.
"Elektra shall get stabbed and resurrected, under my orders"
"Kingpin! Wait, let me exp--URGH" Suddenly, Justine Hammer emerged from the shadows and punched Justin to the floor. Leaving Kingpin a chance to sneak out.

"You were right Vanessa, this does feel right" Justine smirked, kicking Justin in the stomach. Stone stood behind Justine smiling in pleasure.
"Stone! You must stop this! I have seen the baby.....Elektra's child. If you do not stop Justine from injuring Justin then no one will be able to stop that fool Kingpin from ordering the Hand to stab her and kill the child!" Stick's astral appeared before Stone. Stone gasped in horror and realized what she had to do.
"I shall contact you soon" Stone telepathically told Stick. Stick nodded and faded away.
"JUSTINE STOP!" Stone pushed Justine and sent her flying into the wall, knocking her out.
"Th-thank you..."
Stone helped Justin up and put his arm around her neck.
"Go. Quick. Please, that child has to be born."
"My grandchild....Maxwell....keep him here"
Justin told Stone before passing out. Stone panicked and quickly grabbed Justin's phone from inside of his jacket pocket and dialed 911.

After getting off the phone, Maxwell appeared in the door frame.
"Where's Fisk?" Stone sighed and slowly walked up to him.
"I'm sorry, but..." Stone pressed down on his neck and sent him unconscious.

Private Room in the Hand base.
Elektra punched Bloody Mary twice in the face and head for Bloody Mary with her sai's. Bloody Mary stretches out her arm and the sai's fly out of Elektra's hands, landing into two computers, destroying them. Bloody Mary flicks her wrist and propelled a fireball from her palm. The fireball head for Elektra, but Elektra flipped over it and dodge, causing the fireball to crash into the screens behind her. Elektra leaped over the computers and kicked Bloody Mary round the neck, then again in the chest. Bloody Mary lashes out on Elektra with the spikes of her glove, tearing a piece of her costume off.
"That was my favourite costume!" Elektra growled before grabbing her by the neck and kneeing her in the face.
"I knew. From the start, I knew. All of you betrayed me! Especially Fisk! You just wanted to use me! USE ME FOR AN ARMY! I should of listened to Stone. She was right. YOU'RE ALL BASTARDS!" Elektra exclaimed, before flipping backwards and grabbing her sai of a computer. Elektra stood in front of the sphere, frozen, smiling at Bloody Mary.
"SEND PSYLOCKE IN!" Bloody Mary called whilst running towards Elektra. Bloody Mary was about to send a fireball towards Elektra when Elektra stabbed her in the chest and chucked Mary over her, into the sphere.
Elektra's DNA not recognized, destroy subject.
One last scream was heard from Mary inside the sphere and then she was vaporized. Suddenly, the door flung across the room. In the door frame stood Lady Bullseye and Psylocke.

Lady Bullseye clutched two machine guns whilst Psylocke clutched a katana. Lady Bullseye jumped over the stairs and shot everywhere, loosing control and aim of the gun. Elektra took cover and hid behind a test tube. Bullets flew everywhere, destroying everything. Suddenly, the test tube crashed down onto Elektra's leg, trapping her.
"AGH! SOMEBODY HELP!" Elektra cried in agony. Psylocke slowly walked down the stairs and walked over to where Elektra was, holding her purple katana.
"In the name of the Hand, you shall be resurrected as a loyal member. Buuut, after I kill you first of course." Psylocke grinned, Lady Bullseye behind her.

"NO! DON'T! NO! STOP HER!" Stone cried out, teleporting in from the Hospital (where Justin was), with Stick. Stick drained the life out of Lady Bullseye and chucked her to the floor. The Hand master appeared in the shadow and chuckled. It was too late.
"AGH!"
Elektra cried out as the katana entered her stomach. Stone grabbed Psylocke by the neck and almost killed her, but was stopped by Stick. Psylocke crashed to the floor, unconscious.
"They were just orders from Fisk, my dear" the Hand's master called from the shadows, before disappearing.

Elektra's child was gone.

EPILOGUE

Justin Hammer lay in the hospital bed. Maxwell by his side. Justin had explain to Max, everything. Tears trickling down both their eyes. Maxwell screamed and flipped out, running out the hospital.

Justine Hammer was seen arrested for assault and is on the brink of being entered to an asylum after she keeps claiming the dead wife of Wilson Fisk told her to do it.

The Chaste are last seen in an unknown mountain, with the dead body of Elektra.

Posters are put up about Elektra going missing. People don't have a care in the world.

As for Maxwell, he continued his rage. Destroying the hidden Hand base once and for all.

Kingpin and Psylocke are last spotted in a secret meeting about an inner circle. Jeanne De Wolfe is still in recovery and Stone has left Vanessa's body, entering the dead body of Star.

FIN

Catman_prb · 05-27-2009, 01:24 PM

"So I burst in, shot all the gangsters, slung Stark over my back and piloted the helicopter back to the Helicarrier before Fury even noticed that we'd gone," Clint said, sitting back on the finest double bed that this particular hotel had to offer "Cap was stuck looking pretty stupid,"

Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"Steve did it all, didn't he?" she asked, laying down next to her boyfriend.

"Yeah...well there's a limited amount a man with a bow and arrow can do against the Russian Mafia," Clint said "But Tony was grateful enough to get the hotel room for the weekend,"

Natasha laughed and kissed him softly.

"It was a beautiful surprise, thankyou," she said gently.

"I did try to get the kids for a day, but y'know...their mum's being a bit of a cow," he said, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.

"I know. I would very much like to meet them," Natasha said, smiling at him warmly "but I can make do with just you right now,"

She shifted around so that she lay across him, just as the cell phone on the bedside table started to ring.

"It's Fury. I reckon that he has some kind of scanner for whenever I'm about to get some. Every freaking time," he hissed, picking it up. Natasha stifled some laughter as Clint put the phone to his ear.

"What? What the hell are you on about?"

He picked up the remote control with his other hand and turned on the news.

"We have received unconfirmed reports from a reliable source that Clint Barton, known also as Hawkeye, has been having an extramarital affair with teammate Natasha Romanova, known also as Black Widow. The alleged scandal has caused quite a controversy surrounding the Ultimates, who are still reeling publically from Norman Osborn's press conference just weeks ago."

"...Someone is about to hurt,"

Venom160 · 05-27-2009, 08:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Venom160

The twisted glee in Fallen's eyes was truly disturbing. As he wraps his fingers around Ali's neck the only thing he could think of was that he wished Warren could see this. He slowly lifts her into the air.

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

Fallen tightens his grip causing his claws to rip through the leather gloves and digs into her throat.

"Go back to the elf......"

The Fallen tightens his grip further cutting off her air supply sending her into unconsciousness. Beast lets out a roar and charges with Gambit not far behind. Fallen quickly tosses Ali aside and proceeds to backhand Hank knocking him out of the air and smaching into the couch. Gambit is able to land acouple charged cards to Fallen's face before being dropped in a similar fashion.

"RAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Wolverine is on Fallen in a flash slashing at whatever piece of flesh he could find. The Fallen simply laughs as he seizes Logan's neck.

"Come Logan. We need to talk in private!"

Fallen darts to the balcony and dives off. Logan continues taking chucks out of his opponent even as they fall. Fallen pushes with his wings tearing the suit and freeing them from their confinement.

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Originally Posted by Gallagher

Remy LeBeau - Gambit

The young Cajun picks himself up off the floor as he eyes the Angel imposter topple over the balcony, Logan in his grasp.

Beast looked out cold, hitting his head on the way down. Gambit scanned the room in a haze and saw the young woman that looked the spitting image of Dazzler kneeling over her doppleganger. Remy crawls over hurriedly to them, clutching his head.

"She ok?" He asks as the other girl, Laura, checks the X-Woman's wounds.

"I'll be fine." Coughs Dazzler from the floor before Laura could answer. "It... I know who it is. That... Bastard isn't Warren."

Remy nods and turns to the female clawed mutant Laura.

"Ah'm sorry chere, I didn't get yo name, could you go check on our friend over der?" He says with half a smile before turning back to Ali. "You stay here, you're no good to Wolverine in da air."

"Then where the hell are you goin'? You can fly all of a sudden?"

Gambit rose to his feet and ran over to the balcony, he could faintly see the two specs that were Logan and the imposter below.

"Nah nothin' like dat." He said hopping the railing and holding on to the edge. "Ah'm just light on ma feet." He said with a wink as he lets go and tumbles through the air before landing gracefully onto a fire escape beneath him. He continued to make his way down the side of the building, hopping from ledge to ledge falling through the air with cat-like reflexes.

Wolverine and Fallen land hard on the rooftop across the street from the apartment building. Both combatants recover almost simultaneously to the sounds of bones popping back into place and animalistic growls. The Fallen stands arrogantly staring down the feral mutant confident with the knowledge that he has tangled and easily dispatched Wolverine before.

"So you survived."

Fallen finally casts aside the act and continues to stare down the mutant.

"I told you you couldn't kill me. Warren learned that the hard way."

Logan growls slightly.

"Is he dead?"

"Good as dead."

Out of the corner of his eye Fallen spots the Cajun descending the fire escape with surprising speed.

"I'm giving you one warning. Call off your your team and they'll live to see another day...."

Mercy · 05-28-2009, 05:50 AM

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Originally Posted by Kara Kent

Knight of the Cat
Chapter - 04

The helicopter blasted into the force field, barely surviving. It span upside and around, sparks blasting everywhere. Suddenly, Black Cat's grip on Rick was released and she slid down the seat and slammed against the door. The helicopter was spinning out of control, the pilot trying to re-gain control.
"BLACK CAT!" Rick screams.
"Relax, lucky the door hasn't gave way"
"IT HAS!" Suddenly, the wind sucked Black Cat, the loud screech of her scream was drowned out by the noises of the violent winds.
"NO!" Misty exclaimed. Misty jumped back to the seat behind her and held Rick back, who wanted to jump out and save her.
"Rick...no--don't. She's gone....Black Cat's gone." Misty struggled to hold back an upset Rick.
"NO! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!" Rick screamed.

Black Cat had managed to survive so far. She saw the helicopter crashing towards her and saw her chance. Taking a last breath, she slid out a rope with a grapple attached at the end and swung it up towards the Helicopter.

Suddenly, the helicopter shook. Rick peered out where the door use to be and saw a rope wrapped round Black Cat's hip and a grapple attached to the helicopter. Rick started pulling on the rope until Black Cat was in his reach.

Symkaria. Fields in front of the Wild Pack base.
Ricadonna gazed up into the sky. She witnessed the pilot of the helicopter fall out the helicopter. She chuckled and curled her fingers back, her eyes glowing red. Suddenly, a burst of red energy burst around Ricadonna's hands.
"Hopefully this aim of mine works" Ricadonna bent back her arms and lunged them forward, whilst hovering in the air.

Suddenly, the red energy focused into a single ray and hit the incoming helicopter. Her eyes gazed as they saw Misty Knight and Rick Daniels tip out, then followed by Black Cat.
"Kill two birds with one stone or should I say three." Ricadonna flashed a smug smile. Her smile soon shifted to astonishment as she saw Black Cat clutch Misty and Rick, whilst holding onto her rope. The three of them landed safely in the same field as Ricadonna, but much further out. The helicopter exploding above them.

"RUN!" Misty shouted to a gazed Rick, who held Black Cat in her arms. The three of them ran as the ruins of the helicopter came crashing down around them. They leaped over the dead body of the pilot who had been impaled by a stick.
The three of them soon came into sight of a large silver building, with a breathtaking woman behind them.

Their mouths hung open as their eyes were fixed on Ricadonna.
"Long time no see, eh?"
Black Cat growled. Ricadonna rolled her eyes, she shot red energy at the three of them. Black Cat kicked Misty and Rick down, so they couldn't get hit. Black Cat took the blasts, having super endurance and lunged forward. She kicked Ricadonna round the face whilst in mid air, using her superhuman strength.
"I thought I took you down the first time" Ricadonna lifted herself from the floor, the bleeding scratch marks fading.
Behind Ricadonna, Misty could spot Silver Sable aiming a gun at either Ricadonna or Black Cat.
"DOWN!" Misty shouted. Rick aimed his gun at Silver Sable.

BANG
CRASH
The sound of the bullet firing from the gun contrasted with the sound of the glass between them shattering.
"You idiot! That was for Ricadonna!" Silver Sable shouted. The bullets hit Ricadonna and melted as they did.
"Trying to kill me? I don't need you anyway!" Suddenly, Ricadonna shot the red energy at Silver Sable. Two Wild Pack members jumped in front of her and took the blast, exploding into pieces as the red energy hit them.
Black Cat punched Ricadonna into the base, Ricadonna slammed into Silver Sable and took them both to the floor. Misty, Rick and Black Cat followed them into the base. Wild Pack members surrounded them everywhere. Silver Sable slowly got up.
"SHOOT TO KILL!" Silver Sable pressed a red button on the door she was standing next to. Colleen Rand tumbled out, Silver Sable clutching her by the hair and holding a gun to her head.
"You three, make any wise moves and she dies" Silver Sable said panicking. Colleen dripped with sweat, her mouth being covered by a cloth and her legs and hands tied up.
Suddenly, a Wild Pack member held a gun to Ricadonna's neck.
"And you Ricadonna, it's time for you to go to hell. This gun holds the dart that will drain out your powers for good, as well as poison you."
Black Cat, for once, felt worried.
"Come on, this is where my probability powers come in"

TO BE CONTINUED.

Knight of the Cat
Chapter - 05

Okay Felicia, Silver Sable's chances of not getting hit are un-likely .
Felicia thought to herself. Black Cat took a deep breath and slid out a dagger from her belt, quickly throwing it at Silver Sable. The dagger flew across and plunged into Silver Sable's shoulder.
"AGH! SHOOT TO KILL!" Silver Sable screamed whilst hurling to the floor. Suddenly, Rick slid out his gun and shot the Wild Pack member holding Ricadonna hostage.
"Celia! If you destroy all the weapons we'll erase your criminal record" Rick persuaded Ricadonna. Ricadonna rolled her eyes and turned to the firing line. Misty Knight ran over to Colleen and untied her, helping her up.
"Come on, you're safe now" Misty told Colleen.

Black Cat slid across the floor, stealing the gun that would destroy Ricadonna. Bullets melted as they hit Ricadonna, she swiped her arm across the room and the weapons flew into the wall, smashing.

Black Cat saw her chance.
"The chances are, i'll get you" Black Cat muttered. Ricadonna spun round, confused.
"Wh-URK!" A dart shot into Ricadonna's chest, sending her collapsing to the floor, the floor shaking as she did.
Wild Pack members slowly closed in on Black Cat. Black Cat twirled round and leaped over two of them, then producing a roundhouse kick and sending three of them crashing across the room.

Unexpectedly, one of the Wild Pack members came up behind her and grabbed her. Another one moving towards her. The one behind Black Cat put his hand over her mouth and the one in front of her held her legs. Black Cat struggled to get free. Misty was fighting off the rest of the Wild Pack and so was Rick.
"Listen! Go help Black Cat! I can help her!" Colleen protested, picking up a gun from the floor. Rick was not keen on the idea. He ran over to Misty, punching two Wild Pack members out of his way as he did.
"Colleen says, she wants to help...." Rick and Misty's jaws dropped open as they saw Colleen take down five Wild Pack members at once.
"I'll go help Black Cat, then" Rick suggested.

Black Cat smirked, her muscles tightened up and she started to use her probability powers, as a weapon came towards her neck.
Rick will successfuly save me
Rick ran up to the one holding Black Cat from behind and smacked him over the head with a gun. Rick shot the one holding Black Cat's leg, forcing Black Cat to drop to the floor.
"Celia's gonna die!" Rick ran over to her and pulled the dart out of her chest, before the poison injected into her vains. Rick slid out handcuffs from his belt and slid them around Ricadonna's wrists.

Black Cat spots Silver Sable in the corner of her eye. She'd managed to pull the dagger out of her shoulder and is heading towards Rick.
"NO!" Black Cat flicked her wrists and mini claws flew at Silver Sable. One hit Silver Sable in the stomach, causing for Silver Sable to drop onto Rick, the dagger still in her hand. The dagger pierced into Rick's back, Rick letting out a shriek of pain and falling onto the floor next to Ricadonna.
Black Cat stood there, frozen, the shock hitting her. She could hear the faint voice of Misty, screaming, leaving Colleen to take down the rest of the Wild Pack by herself.

EPILOGUE

Felicia Hardy watched Rick Daniel's funeral from a distance, clutching a postcard from Tokyo in her hand. She could sense the presence of Misty behind her. Felicia spun round.
"You're Black Cat, aren't you?"
"No, who's that...." Felicia wondered, her hair (now back to brown, but still long.) waving in the wind.
"I can solve most crimes in Manhattan, you think I can't figure out who you are?" Misty stated.
"I should go..." Felicia held her head down and walked off.

Once back at her apartment, after the few tears, Felicia had a chance to look at the postcard.
The postcard was in Japanese (which is a language Felicia is fluent in), it read:

"Dearest Felicia. I need your assistance. Money is involved.

Kenuichio."

Felicia looked around, she knew this was her chance to get away from everything. She entered her bedroom and shut the door behind her.
"Japan, here I come"

Ol'Canucklehead · 05-28-2009, 11:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Venom160

Wolverine and Fallen land hard on the rooftop across the street from the apartment building. Both combatants recover almost simultaneously to the sounds of bones popping back into place and animalistic growls. The Fallen stands arrogantly staring down the feral mutant confident with the knowledge that he has tangled and easily dispatched Wolverine before.

"So you survived."

Fallen finally casts aside the act and continues to stare down the mutant.

"I told you you couldn't kill me. Warren learned that the hard way."

Logan growls slightly.

"Is he dead?"

"Good as dead."

Out of the corner of his eye Fallen spots the Cajun descending the fire escape with surprising speed.

"I'm giving you one warning. Call off your your team and they'll live to see another day...."

I laugh as I pop my shoulder back into its socket.

"Yeah right bub. When are all you "big bad super villain" types gonna learn? We're the f***ing X-Men!"

I pop my claws and ready myself for whats comin.

"You know what that means pal? That means that we have successfully taken down a lot ass holes a lot more powerful than you! You ever heard of Magneto? I stabbed him through the chest, me, a guy laced with metal, I managed to play operation with the master of magnetism, not to mention all the other super powered dick heads that we have scraped over the years, all of em claimin' to be the best, the worst or the baddest....."

I smirk at him and stand up straight and without any stance, showing that I feel damn near invincible, something of which catches his attention...

"But all of you s**t heels tend to forget one very important thing........My name is Wolverine, I'm the BEST there is at what I do, and what I do ain't very nice!.......Oh yeah, and lets not forget......I have very powerful friends.....that I've been helpin train for a while now......So you can go ahead and consider them the BEST at what THEY do!"

While Fallen was busy trying to figure me out he didn't realize what kind of speed Gambit is actually capable of, or the fact that we ran this exact same scenario with a Sinister program in the Danger Room. My stance was the key, when all was clear Gumbo here could make his move......without holding back.

Using his staff he blasts himself off the fire escape, through the air, landing directly behind fallen in mere seconds and channels his power into the ground below sending a shock wave of ruble upward and tearing through Fallen with the force of high powered C4 attached to a cruise missile. As Fallen is blasted through the air his wings become ripped and tattered at least for a time, he falls back to the rooftop with a pathetic thud causing a new crater to form below him. Gambit, kneeling from his attack position, turns his head up looking me in the eyes and says,

"Miss me?"

I scoff, "Show off."

With Fallen on the ground, only minutes away from healing I start yellin in my head.

<PROFESSOR!>

<Yes Logan, I'm here>

<It was Fallen, not Warren. He said that he had Warren, I need you to find him before its to late.>

<Alright.......I have his location now, but his life signs are weak, I will send Scott and the others to find him>

<Hurry Chuck!>

Fallen starts moving among the ruble, looks like we'll be dancin soon.

Gallagher · 05-28-2009, 11:51 AM

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Originally Posted by Ol'Canucklehead

I laugh as I pop my shoulder back into its socket.

"Yeah right bub. When are all you "big bad super villain" types gonna learn? We're the f***ing X-Men!"

I pop my claws and ready myself for whats comin.

"You know what that means pal? That means that we have successfully taken down a lot ass holes a lot more powerful than you! You ever heard of Magneto? I stabbed him through the chest, me, a guy laced with metal, I managed to play operation with the master of magnetism, not to mention all the other super powered dick heads that we have scraped over the years, all of em claimin' to be the best, the worst or the baddest....."

I smirk at him and stand up straight and without any stance, showing that I feel damn near invincible, something of which catches his attention...

"But all of you s**t heels tend to forget one very important thing........My name is Wolverine, I'm the BEST there is at what I do, and what I do ain't very nice!.......Oh yeah, and lets not forget......I have very powerful friends.....that I've been helpin train for a while now......So you can go ahead and consider them the BEST at what THEY do!"

While Fallen was busy trying to figure me out he didn't realize what kind of speed Gambit is actually capable of, or the fact that we ran this exact same scenario with a Sinister program in the Danger Room. My stance was the key, when all was clear Gumbo here could make his move......without holding back.

Using his staff he blasts himself off the fire escape, through the air, landing directly behind fallen in mere seconds and channels his power into the ground below sending a shock wave of ruble upward and tearing through Fallen with the force of high powered C4 attached to a cruise missile. As Fallen is blasted through the air his wings become ripped and tattered at least for a time, he falls back to the rooftop with a pathetic thud causing a new crater to form below him. Gambit, kneeling from his attack position, turns his head up looking me in the eyes and says,

"Miss me?"

I scoff, "Show off."

With Fallen on the ground, only minutes away from healing I start yellin in my head.

<PROFESSOR!>

<Yes Logan, I'm here>

<It was Fallen, not Warren. He said that he had Warren, I need you to find him before its to late.>

<Alright.......I have his location now, but his life signs are weak, I will send Scott and the others to find him>

<Hurry Chuck!>

Fallen starts moving among the ruble, looks like we'll be dancin soon.

Remy Lebeau - Gambit

As Remy picked himself up off the ground he brushed the debris off his shoulders and stood upright at Logan's side.

"As much as our mutual disdain for each other shows, I still don't want to see you ripped in two by dis here... What the hell is dis thing anyway?"

The Fallen stirs and his eyes flicker open.

"Guess explanations will have ta wait." The young mutant quipped as he readied himself for the fight to come...

Ol'Canucklehead · 05-28-2009, 01:50 PM

I watch them leave and turn back to the professor.

"So do you think they will be okay professor?"

"Of course Jean. Logan knows what he is doing."

"But what about this "cure"? Could Warren really be responsible?"

"I'm afraid that things are not as clear as they may seem here. It is something worth looking into, but not panicking about."

The old man is weak, no matter what he shows. My father was right about them. This is how it begins.....the end of the world. This mutant cure was the start, this is what began the war.....this was all because of the X-Men. I will NOT let it happen. The moment that my father and his new bride have returned we will destroy the X-Men together and prevent any of this from ever happening!

As the professor wheels away I can hear footsteps getting closer to me.

"Scott."

"Jean."

"What are you worried about?"

"You already know."

"Of course I do, but I want you to tell me."

He looks away from me nervously and says,

"I'm just afraid that....that I'm not a strong enough leader..."

"Why? Because the Professor sent Logan instead of you?"

"Well.....yeah......I mean does he....?"

Before he can finish his sentence I interject,

"Yes. He does Scott. He is going make Logan the Leader, and he is going to ask you to go somewhere else for a while."

"What? But...But why?"

"Because he doesn't think your strong enough either."

His face turns downward, as if he is going to start crying like a child. I take my hand and tip his head upward facing me.

"But its ok Scott......You'll show him that he's wrong. Soon.....you'll show them all."

And he will.....he will be one of the most prized of my Father's weapons VERY soon.........

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ol'Canucklehead

I laugh as I pop my shoulder back into its socket.

"Yeah right bub. When are all you "big bad super villain" types gonna learn? We're the f***ing X-Men!"

I pop my claws and ready myself for whats comin.

"You know what that means pal? That means that we have successfully taken down a lot ass holes a lot more powerful than you! You ever heard of Magneto? I stabbed him through the chest, me, a guy laced with metal, I managed to play operation with the master of magnetism, not to mention all the other super powered dick heads that we have scraped over the years, all of em claimin' to be the best, the worst or the baddest....."

I smirk at him and stand up straight and without any stance, showing that I feel damn near invincible, something of which catches his attention...

"But all of you s**t heels tend to forget one very important thing........My name is Wolverine, I'm the BEST there is at what I do, and what I do ain't very nice!.......Oh yeah, and lets not forget......I have very powerful friends.....that I've been helpin train for a while now......So you can go ahead and consider them the BEST at what THEY do!"

While Fallen was busy trying to figure me out he didn't realize what kind of speed Gambit is actually capable of, or the fact that we ran this exact same scenario with a Sinister program in the Danger Room. My stance was the key, when all was clear Gumbo here could make his move......without holding back.

Using his staff he blasts himself off the fire escape, through the air, landing directly behind fallen in mere seconds and channels his power into the ground below sending a shock wave of ruble upward and tearing through Fallen with the force of high powered C4 attached to a cruise missile. As Fallen is blasted through the air his wings become ripped and tattered at least for a time, he falls back to the rooftop with a pathetic thud causing a new crater to form below him. Gambit, kneeling from his attack position, turns his head up looking me in the eyes and says,

"Miss me?"

I scoff, "Show off."

With Fallen on the ground, only minutes away from healing I start yellin in my head.

<PROFESSOR!>

<Yes Logan, I'm here>

<It was Fallen, not Warren. He said that he had Warren, I need you to find him before its to late.>

<Alright.......I have his location now, but his life signs are weak, I will send Scott and the others to find him>

<Hurry Chuck!>

Fallen starts moving among the ruble, looks like we'll be dancin soon.

I could hear Wolverine's voice in my head, my powers are strong enough to pick up on any telepathic communication near by.....without even the professor knowing that I'm listening in. He sits there in front of Cerebro, as if it was he with the power and not his machine. Charles Xavier is barely a psychic in comparison to me. I haven't yet tried, but I am willing to venture a guess that I could overpower his mind without trying very hard at all. He looks up at me from the machine and as usually barks his orders.

"Jean, get Scott and Kitty, Warren is in trouble."

"So? Maybe we should just leave him, Fallen may have kidnapped him but it was still Warren responsible for this whole "cure" business."

"Jean....how did you..?"

"Oh please Charles, I don't have to be a telepath to see that. Even Logan could smell out the selfish reasoning from that pathetic ingrate!"

The room falls silent, Xavier is stunned at my anger.

"Oh....FINE! I'll get the team and tell them where we are going.......Where are we going Charles?"

"I have already entered the coordinates into the jet through cerebro."

"Isn't technology amazing, it can do EVERYTHING for you."

He stares back at me blankly.

"I'm on it...."

I make my way into the main hall and past the living area. Scott is sitting on the couch and Kitty in the chair, both of them positively glued to the television set.

"Come on guys, that's enough "House" for one day, we have to go save our pathetic millionaire buddy from being frozen to death. Oh and Scott honey, how does my butt look in these Jeans?"

I am growing tired of this meaningless repetition, I wait the day when my Father will help me rid the world of these annoyances, these pests and finally make the world safe!

Mercy · 05-29-2009, 05:16 AM

Claws
Volume One
Prologue

Felicia Hardy slumped down into her chair, sitting by the window of the aeroplane. Next to her sat a well-built oriental man, wearing a fine Calvin Klein suit. Felicia got out her iPod and turned away from the man. Felicia blasted the music up to full volume and waited to land in Japan.

Soon...
Felicia stood in the airport, holding her suitcase. Suddenly, from behind her, the well-built oriental man who had sat next to her, grabbed her and started walking with her.
"原田剣一郎私送信" The man spoke in Japanese to Felicia. Felicia nodded and the two kept on walking. The man escorted her to a slick black limo and opened the door for her. Felicia climbed in the limo and sat down, perfectly still. The door slammed shut.

Without warning, swirls of smoke entered the backseats of the limo, where Felicia sat. Felicia gasped for air and covered her mouth, banging on the door with her other hand. As she lifted her hand of her mouth to smash the door down, she fainted and collapsed onto the backseats.
"彼女の眠り" A voice was heard from outside the black windows. The limo pulled away and started driving with a lot of speed.

***

Black Cat's eyes flickered open. She found herself lying down on a swamp green sofa, with two ladies, who had traditional Japanese make-up on (stuff like pale faces and one line of red lipstick), looking down at her. Felicia rubbed her head and slowly got up. The two women had daggers in their hair, holding a perfect bun in place, for their jet black hair. They each wore a different kimono.
"You have five seconds to tell me where I am.....oh. You two muppets don't speak English, do ya?"
"Actually Ms Hardy, we do." One of the women told Felicia, smiling.
"Fluent, to be exact" The other told Felicia. Felicia grabbed the two women's neck and squeezed tight. Felicia slowly got up, not loosening her grip.
"Well then, five seconds is up. Explain." Suddenly, Someone kicked Felicia in the back. Felicia accidentally let go of the two women and spun round.
"Oh, goody. It's Calvin Klein man. If Kenuichio really sent you, why would he try to kill me?" Felicia snarled, before kicking the man in the face twice and finishing off with a roundhouse kick in the stomach. Felicia turned back to the two women and flipped over them, grabbing the four daggers, two from each of their hair. Felicia punched the two women and knocked their heads together.

Felicia ran out the room and leaned against a huge silver door, hearing something from inside.

"That is Kenuichio!"

Venom160 · 05-29-2009, 02:05 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ol'Canucklehead

I laugh as I pop my shoulder back into its socket.

"Yeah right bub. When are all you "big bad super villain" types gonna learn? We're the f***ing X-Men!"

I pop my claws and ready myself for whats comin.

"You know what that means pal? That means that we have successfully taken down a lot ass holes a lot more powerful than you! You ever heard of Magneto? I stabbed him through the chest, me, a guy laced with metal, I managed to play operation with the master of magnetism, not to mention all the other super powered dick heads that we have scraped over the years, all of em claimin' to be the best, the worst or the baddest....."

I smirk at him and stand up straight and without any stance, showing that I feel damn near invincible, something of which catches his attention...

"But all of you s**t heels tend to forget one very important thing........My name is Wolverine, I'm the BEST there is at what I do, and what I do ain't very nice!.......Oh yeah, and lets not forget......I have very powerful friends.....that I've been helpin train for a while now......So you can go ahead and consider them the BEST at what THEY do!"

While Fallen was busy trying to figure me out he didn't realize what kind of speed Gambit is actually capable of, or the fact that we ran this exact same scenario with a Sinister program in the Danger Room. My stance was the key, when all was clear Gumbo here could make his move......without holding back.

Using his staff he blasts himself off the fire escape, through the air, landing directly behind fallen in mere seconds and channels his power into the ground below sending a shock wave of ruble upward and tearing through Fallen with the force of high powered C4 attached to a cruise missile. As Fallen is blasted through the air his wings become ripped and tattered at least for a time, he falls back to the rooftop with a pathetic thud causing a new crater to form below him. Gambit, kneeling from his attack position, turns his head up looking me in the eyes and says,

"Miss me?"

I scoff, "Show off."

With Fallen on the ground, only minutes away from healing I start yellin in my head.

<PROFESSOR!>

<Yes Logan, I'm here>

<It was Fallen, not Warren. He said that he had Warren, I need you to find him before its to late.>

<Alright.......I have his location now, but his life signs are weak, I will send Scott and the others to find him>

<Hurry Chuck!>

Fallen starts moving among the ruble, looks like we'll be dancin soon.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Gallagher

Remy Lebeau - Gambit

As Remy picked himself up off the ground he brushed the debris off his shoulders and stood upright at Logan's side.

"As much as our mutual disdain for each other shows, I still don't want to see you ripped in two by dis here... What the hell is dis thing anyway?"

The Fallen stirs and his eyes flicker open.

"Guess explanations will have ta wait." The young mutant quipped as he readied himself for the fight to come...

The sound of breaking bones fill the air as Fallen's internal injuries repair themselves and torn flesh starts to scab over.

"They'll have to wait longer than you expect!"

Pushing off the cratered roof Fallen lunges into the air like a crazed animal landing before Gambit and Logan. The two mutants attack as a team charging the abomination. Fallen ducks Gambit's staff and lands a punch to his gut knocking the air out of the Cajun. Turning to face the more dangerous foe Fallen is granted with the view of a pair of Adamantium claws coming at him. Without hesitation Fallen reaches out, seizes Logan's wrists, and uses the enraged mutant's momentum against him flinging him over his shoulder and slamming him onto the roof. Before Wolverine can recover Fallen seizes his wrists again and starts to apply strength bringing the metal claws closer to Logan's face.

"Wow this seems familiar doesn't it? Lets see last time I took your eyes I think this time I'm just gonna take the whole ****ing head. That adamantium skull of yours would make one helluva trophy. Ofscourse it would need to be hollowed out. I got to say I've always been curious what human brains taste like....."

The sick grin returns twisting this monster's familiar features.

"I think I'll indulge myself once I've take you little annoyances out."

The Mighty Thor · 05-30-2009, 11:16 AM

CAPTAIN AMERICA

The past few weeks had been turbulent and distressing for Steve Rogers, the man also known as Captain America. He was viewed as an icon of heroics and strong moral fibre by the general public, yet that image had seemed to crumble alongside that of his team's in recent days. The respectability of the Ultimates had reached an all-time low, and although Steve usually chose to ignore the media - having seen how effectively it could be used to incite sensationalism and bigotry in the War - he found himself doubting his costumed colleagues as much as the journalists that criticised them.

If the news was the be believed, Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch were in a relationship, Iron Man was selling weapons illegally, and Hawkeye was having an affair with the Black Widow. All Steve had found in the 21st century was sex, violence, and moral degradation, and apparently, such qualities were present even among those he trusted.

As he entered the living room of the penthouse apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D. had bought him, mulling these unfortunate events over in his mind, he found himself wondering how he had allowed their illicit conduct to fall under his notice. As the appointed leader of the superhuman group, he should have reined such behaviour in before it even got close to reaching the press; was it his fault that their world seemed to be falling down around them? Perhaps. But even so, he planned to forcibly correct it before too long. He paused at the long sofa at the centre of the room, choosing not to sit because he needed to pace out the frustration brewing inside him. Instead, he dipped down hit the television's on switch and continued to stride aimlessly as the screen flickered to life.

"So, without further ado, I present your Thunderbolts."

At that, Steve snapped to attention, his focus whipping back to the television. His jaw hanging loosely in surprise, he watched as Norman Osborn introduced each member of the government team he had assembled, each one sending a shiver down Steve's spine. The last image, in particular, caused every muscle in his body to tense - "US Agent?!"

Fuming as the crowd burst into rapturous applause, Steve grabbed his phone and began to dial furiously, only to be interrupted by it ringing loudly. Suspecting one of his fellow Ultimates to be the caller, he was surprised to instead hear the voice of an old friend on the other line.

"Steve, it's me. I need your help."

"What is it, Bucky?" Steve replied sharply, instantly regretting the unfriendliness of his tone. "I'm sorry, things are a little...hectic."

There was a brief silence, but when Bucky spoke again, he sounded frailer than Steve had ever heard him. "It's that Osborn guy. The one with the new team. He just...he just bought my land. And he's evicting us."

The news hit Steve hard. His grip instinctively tightened with anger, and the plastic casing of the phone strained under his vicelike grasp. Over the past few weeks, he had become aware of Norman Osborn's influence encoraching upon his affairs in some way or another, but this was different; now his friends were being singled out and struck at, for the crime of simply being associated with Captain America. He gritted his teeth together aggressively and made no attempt to hide this rage as he responded.

"You're not going anywhere, Bucky. I'll make sure of that." He paused, clenching his fist in agitation. "Expect a call from me in a few hours." With that, he disconnected the line and punched in another number. A few seconds passed before an emotionless operator demanded a security code, which Steve dialled quickly before saying, "I want to speak to Nick Fury. Now."

Gallagher · 05-30-2009, 12:13 PM

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

"Where the hell is Pietro and Wanda?" Fury barked, stood in the hub of the triskellion with agents milling about around him, his frustration evident.

"I'm calling everyone in this Osborn ******** has got to stop, get me Stark and Barton too. Miss Ross!" He yelled suddenly as he spotted SHIELD's top PR woman, Betty Ross.

"You're in charge of making us look good Miss Ross, do you mind telling me how such leaks happened and why you're seemingly doing sweet FA about it?"

Betty Ross froze in her tracks as the director of SHIELD bellowed at her from across the room.

"I'm working on it!" She yelled back typing something on a small handheld device.

"Not hard enough, you're fired."

"What!?" Betty Ross gasped, stunned at Fury's sudden harsh actions. "This isn't my fault!"

"Get your **** together and get out. The time for protecting our image as an organization is over, therefore we no longer require your services." He said almost calmly as his phone begins to ring.

"What is it?"

"Sir, Captain America is on line 4." Came the reply on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, patch him through... Steve, tell me it's good news."

Matt Murdock · 05-30-2009, 01:01 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Gallagher

Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD

"Where the hell is Pietro and Wanda?" Fury barked, stood in the hub of the triskellion with agents milling about around him, his frustration evident.

"I'm calling everyone in this Osborn ******** has got to stop, get me Stark and Barton too. Miss Ross!" He yelled suddenly as he spotted SHIELD's top PR woman, Betty Ross.

"You're in charge of making us look good Miss Ross, do you mind telling me how such leaks happened and why you're seemingly doing sweet FA about it?"

Betty Ross froze in her tracks as the director of SHIELD bellowed at her from across the room.

"I'm working on it!" She yelled back typing something on a small handheld device.

"Not hard enough, you're fired."

"What!?" Betty Ross gasped, stunned at Fury's sudden harsh actions. "This isn't my fault!"

"Get your **** together and get out. The time for protecting our image as an organization is over, therefore we no longer require your services." He said almost calmly as his phone begins to ring.

"What is it?"

"Sir, Captain America is on line 4." Came the reply on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, patch him through... Steve, tell me it's good news."

My name is Antonio Edward Stark, and I have an incurable brain tumor.

It's another late night in the lab for Tony Stark, refining and repairing his Iron Man suit. As a billionaire inventor, he's got plenty of free time on his hands. While much of that time is spent with a martini and cocktail waitress, some of it does get spent in his Iron Man lab. A world-renowned superhero and adventurer, Tony Stark has become a household name. A toy producing branch of his Fortune-100 company has created a line of action figures based on the various incarnations of his powered armor, as well as a few of his Ultimate teammates. Every venture Stark has a hand in pumps out a profit.

Except the one he's working on now, of course.

In his left hand is a wrench, continuously weaving in and out of the steel chestpiece of the Iron Man suit, tightening a bolt here, loosening a nut there. It's tedious work. But, after his kidnapping, it's the only work Tony Stark wants to do. In his right hand, is a glass of scotch on the rocks and, every so often, Stark takes a long sip from it. Living in terminal pain as the result of a neural defect, alcohol is the only thing that so much as numbs the agony Stark finds himself in on a daily basis.

The door to the lab opens and Stark glances over his shoulder to see his secretary, Pepper Potts standing in the doorway.

"Evening, Ms. Pots." He says with a wry smile. The clock on the wall reads 2:00 AM. "What're you doing up so late?"

"Did you watch the news bulletin I recorded for you a day ago?"

"I've been busy."

"That's a 'no.'" She huffs. "Sit down."

Stark takes a seat and watches the glass wall behind him illuminate into a television. The screen buzzes to life, and Pepper scrolls through the assorted items on the TiVo until she reaches the Six O'Clock news from a day earlier. It begins as every broadcast does.

"Tonight's top story," the attractive female newscaster begins, "involves a scandal within the Ultimates' ranks."

"No surprise there, right?" Stark says, lifting his glass.

She organizes her papers as an image of Hawkeye is projected behind her.

"Oh, this is bad."

"We have received unconfirmed reports from a reliable source that Clint Barton, known also as Hawkeye, has been having an extramarital affair with teammate Natasha Romanova, known also as Black Widow. The alleged scandal has caused quite a controversy surrounding the Ultimates, who are still reeling publically from Norman Osborn's press conference just weeks ago."

The image on the screen cuts to footage of paparazzi assembling on boats surrounding the Triskelion. The dull roar of their collective shouting overpowers even the sound of the waves. A line of SHIELD agents has formed along the edge of the Triskelion platform, ready to take down any overeager photographers. In the background, Hawkeye can be seen rushing inside, flanked by security in suits.

The newscaster's voice continues, "Neither Barton nor Romanova could be reached for comment. Barton, one of the original members of the Ultimates, is married with three children." When the image cuts back to the news studio, the female newscaster is joined by a male peer. "With questions circulating about the Ultimates, Ken Stevens addresses another controversy concerning another pair of the team."

"Oh, Jesus."

The image of Hawkeye shifts into the faces of Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, separated by a question mark. "Thank you, Laura," Ken responds without taking his eyes off the camera. "As many of you who have followed the Ultimates since their early days know, there have always been rumors brewing beneath the surface about Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch respectively. The children of famed mutant terrorist Magneto have been spotted together on many occasions, often demonstrating a closeness that some find unsettling.

"With the news about Hawkeye and Black Widow, many of these rumors have finally come to the forefront of the public attention. It has people asking, 'Just what is going on between these two?' The only reasonable answer is deeply troubling." Ken pauses and clears his throat. "Could it be that the relationship Pietro and Wanda share is more than the typical brother-sister dynamic? Is it possible that it's moved onto something obscene? This is what people now want to know, in the light of recent developments."
Stark blinks and takes a pause.

"...They do have a point with that one." He says, pointing a finger at the TV.

The newscast shifts to one from another station.

"There's more?" The inventor moans.

"Just watch."

"The Ultimates' bad luck, it seems, continues," begins an older newscaster gravely. An ominous picture of nuclear warheads looms over his shoulder. "Just days after an alleged affair rocked the superteam's ranks, another - far more threatening - situation has arisen."

The image changes to grainy, satellite footage of a Middle Eastern desert. A small camp is visible. The camera zooms in, and the camp seems to come alive as the moving people come into view. Then, the camera locks on a shrouded tent. Inside, despite the shade, missiles and assorted weaponry are visible. The camera zooms still further until the words "STARK INDUSTRIES" are visible.

Stark rose to his feet and placed the glass of scotch on a nearby table. His hands meet his waist as he squints at the television angrily.

As the image returns to the newsroom, the newscaster's face is a blank wall of seriousness. "Through means that the United States government has not yet identified, terrorist cells around the globe have gained access to some of Stark Industries' most advanced weaponry." The small screen over the newscaster's shoulder displays more footage of similar camps, all armed with the same missiles. "An investigation is pending, but the shocking revelation has people wondering: is Tony Stark selling weaponry and technology under the table?"

"Oh... s**t." Stark mutters.

Not an hour passes before he's upstairs in as nice a suit as he can muster, looking for General Fury. Stark brushes past several interns, all of whom are in a panic, darting to and fro. Finally, he finds the good soldier, standing with his ear rammed against his cell phone.

"We've got problems." Stark says, adjusting his cuffs as he comes to an abrupt halt in front of his superior. Things are a mess, and the pace of the conversation around the two members of the Ultimates reveals such.

"More than one." Fury agreed, leaning on his phone to shake Stark's hand.

"I don't know who the credible source the media's got is, but I'll get to the bottom of it in my investigation."

Betty Ross rushed by, in a flurry of what looked to be tears, huffs, and phone calls.

"Where's she going?"

"Home, I assume."

"Fired?"

"Yep."

"Gooood." Stark says, half-sarcastically, "I'll makes plans to get on the talk show circuit. Last thing to forget here is that we're the good guys. I'll have some of my PR guys push The Ultimate Toy Line down America's throats. Posters of us'll be up in cities. You'll see, General, we'll be just dandy."

Fury, however, doesn't seem to share Stark's rosy outlook.

Mercy · 05-30-2009, 01:15 PM

Claws
Volume One
Prologue Continued

Felicia slowly got up and jabbed one of the daggers in the side of the door. Felicia dragged the knife all around the door, slicing the hinges. Suddenly, the door dropped down and made a loud noise as it did.
<"...Janet Pym, alias the Wasp, has been outed as a mutant."> A plasma screen TV blared out in front of Silver Samurai aka Kenuichio Harada, well that's what Felicia assumed. Black Cat chucked on of the daggers at the screen. The dagger crashed into the screen and broke it, causing the screen to drop.
"おい！私を見ていたよ！!" A bulky man in a samurai suit got out of the chair, exclaiming.
"Give her a break Matiso. Kenuichio ordered here, she's an old student of hers" A woman in a red catsuit stood behind Felicia. Felicia spun round, in shock.
"Foolish american. We only sent you to sleep because we didn't want you trying to escape from such a great oppurtunity......Follow me"

Felicia followed the young, slender Japanese woman down a dark hall.
"And you may be?" Felicia asked. The woman didn't bother to turn round when she replied.
"Jessan Hoan" Soon, when they were at the end of the hall, Jessan stood back and let Felicia knock on the door.
"He wants to see me, so you can go now" Felicia ordered. Jessan rolled her eyes, she bowed and walked off.

Felicia slowly knocked on the small, wooden, ebony black door. The door slowly opened and Felicia crept in. A lantern stood on a small table, which was the only light source in the room. Silver Samurai sat in the chair which faced Felicia, his silver costume glowing. A dark figure stood behind the chair, growling. Felicia closed the door and stood in front of Silver Samurai. Black Cat bowed, whilst smiling.
"Master Harada. It's been way too long since our last lesson"
"Well, I've changed since then my dear." He shot back, his face hiding in the darkness. The dark male/creature type figure continued to growl behind Silver Samurai.
"I've called you here because I need you. I need you to collect something precious of mine. You and my fellow companion behind me, are the only two people that are capable of achieving these tasks." Silver Samurai explained. Felicia seemed curious about the idea, but first, a few questions fired Silver Samurai's way.
"So, money is involved....how much?"
"$10065"
"Wow. This item of yours must really be precious...I'm guessing a relic?"
"Jessan shall explain everything to you about the relic"
"And finally, what is that....thing, doing here?"
"My sister fell in love with a very bad man Felicia, he's here to take care of that problem, if this man wishes to retrieve the same relic as I."
"This all too fast Mr Harada. Do you mind If I catch some fresh air in the streets of Tokyo?" Black Cat wondered.
"You only have ten minutes, then you MUST come back"

Gallagher · 05-30-2009, 01:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Matt Murdock

My name is Antonio Edward Stark, and I have an incurable brain tumor.

It's another late night in the lab for Tony Stark, refining and repairing his Iron Man suit. As a billionaire inventor, he's got plenty of free time on his hands. While much of that time is spent with a martini and cocktail waitress, some of it does get spent in his Iron Man lab. A world-renowned superhero and adventurer, Tony Stark has become a household name. A toy producing branch of his Fortune-100 company has created a line of action figures based on the various incarnations of his powered armor, as well as a few of his Ultimate teammates. Every venture Stark has a hand in pumps out a profit.

Except the one he's working on now, of course.

In his left hand is a wrench, continuously weaving in and out of the steel chestpiece of the Iron Man suit, tightening a bolt here, loosening a nut there. It's tedious work. But, after his kidnapping, it's the only work Tony Stark wants to do. In his right hand, is a glass of scotch on the rocks and, every so often, Stark takes a long sip from it. Living in terminal pain as the result of a neural defect, alcohol is the only thing that so much as numbs the agony Stark finds himself in on a daily basis.

The door to the lab opens and Stark glances over his shoulder to see his secretary, Pepper Potts standing in the doorway.

"Evening, Ms. Pots." He says with a wry smile. The clock on the wall reads 2:00 AM. "What're you doing up so late?"

"Did you watch the news bulletin I recorded for you a day ago?"

"I've been busy."

"That's a 'no.'" She huffs. "Sit down."

Stark takes a seat and watches the glass wall behind him illuminate into a television. The screen buzzes to life, and Pepper scrolls through the assorted items on the TiVo until she reaches the Six O'Clock news from a day earlier. It begins as every broadcast does.

"Tonight's top story," the attractive female newscaster begins, "involves a scandal within the Ultimates' ranks."

"No surprise there, right?" Stark says, lifting his glass.

She organizes her papers as an image of Hawkeye is projected behind her.

"Oh, this is bad."

"We have received unconfirmed reports from a reliable source that Clint Barton, known also as Hawkeye, has been having an extramarital affair with teammate Natasha Romanova, known also as Black Widow. The alleged scandal has caused quite a controversy surrounding the Ultimates, who are still reeling publically from Norman Osborn's press conference just weeks ago."

The image on the screen cuts to footage of paparazzi assembling on boats surrounding the Triskelion. The dull roar of their collective shouting overpowers even the sound of the waves. A line of SHIELD agents has formed along the edge of the Triskelion platform, ready to take down any overeager photographers. In the background, Hawkeye can be seen rushing inside, flanked by security in suits.

The newscaster's voice continues, "Neither Barton nor Romanova could be reached for comment. Barton, one of the original members of the Ultimates, is married with three children." When the image cuts back to the news studio, the female newscaster is joined by a male peer. "With questions circulating about the Ultimates, Ken Stevens addresses another controversy concerning another pair of the team."

"Oh, Jesus."

The image of Hawkeye shifts into the faces of Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, separated by a question mark. "Thank you, Laura," Ken responds without taking his eyes off the camera. "As many of you who have followed the Ultimates since their early days know, there have always been rumors brewing beneath the surface about Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch respectively. The children of famed mutant terrorist Magneto have been spotted together on many occasions, often demonstrating a closeness that some find unsettling.

"With the news about Hawkeye and Black Widow, many of these rumors have finally come to the forefront of the public attention. It has people asking, 'Just what is going on between these two?' The only reasonable answer is deeply troubling." Ken pauses and clears his throat. "Could it be that the relationship Pietro and Wanda share is more than the typical brother-sister dynamic? Is it possible that it's moved onto something obscene? This is what people now want to know, in the light of recent developments."
Stark blinks and takes a pause.

"...They do have a point with that one." He says, pointing a finger at the TV.

The newscast shifts to one from another station.

"There's more?" The inventor moans.

"Just watch."

"The Ultimates' bad luck, it seems, continues," begins an older newscaster gravely. An ominous picture of nuclear warheads looms over his shoulder. "Just days after an alleged affair rocked the superteam's ranks, another - far more threatening - situation has arisen."

The image changes to grainy, satellite footage of a Middle Eastern desert. A small camp is visible. The camera zooms in, and the camp seems to come alive as the moving people come into view. Then, the camera locks on a shrouded tent. Inside, despite the shade, missiles and assorted weaponry are visible. The camera zooms still further until the words "STARK INDUSTRIES" are visible.

Stark rose to his feet and placed the glass of scotch on a nearby table. His hands meet his waist as he squints at the television angrily.

As the image returns to the newsroom, the newscaster's face is a blank wall of seriousness. "Through means that the United States government has not yet identified, terrorist cells around the globe have gained access to some of Stark Industries' most advanced weaponry." The small screen over the newscaster's shoulder displays more footage of similar camps, all armed with the same missiles. "An investigation is pending, but the shocking revelation has people wondering: is Tony Stark selling weaponry and technology under the table?"

"Oh... s**t." Stark mutters.

Not an hour passes before he's upstairs in as nice a suit as he can muster, looking for General Fury. Stark brushes past several interns, all of whom are in a panic, darting to and fro. Finally, he finds the good soldier, standing with his ear rammed against his cell phone.

"We've got problems." Stark says, adjusting his cuffs as he comes to an abrupt halt in front of his superior. Things are a mess, and the pace of the conversation around the two members of the Ultimates reveals such.

"More than one." Fury agreed, leaning on his phone to shake Stark's hand.

"I don't know who the credible source the media's got is, but I'll get to the bottom of it in my investigation."

Betty Ross rushed by, in a flurry of what looked to be tears, huffs, and phone calls.

"Where's she going?"

"Home, I assume."

"Fired?"

"Yep."

"Gooood." Stark says, half-sarcastically, "I'll makes plans to get on the talk show circuit. Last thing to forget here is that we're the good guys. I'll have some of my PR guys push The Ultimate Toy Line down America's throats. Posters of us'll be up in cities. You'll see, General, we'll be just dandy."

Fury, however, doesn't seem to share Stark's rosy outlook.

"Osborn is killing us. Not just SHIELD Tony, but us as people. He's got something on all of us and I want to know how."

Fury, clearly exasperated with the whole situation sat down, the phone still pressed to his ear waiting to hear what Captain America had to say, not that it could be anything good he thought, right now Nick Fury's world was going to hell.

"Just round up the rest of the Ultimates will you?" He said waving the billionaire inventor away with a flick of his wrist. "And Tony?" He began, thinking carefully about his next decision.

"Release Thor."

Matt Murdock · 05-30-2009, 03:09 PM

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"Osborn is killing us. Not just SHIELD Tony, but us as people. He's got something on all of us and I want to know how."

Fury, clearly exasperated with the whole situation sat down, the phone still pressed to his ear waiting to hear what Captain America had to say, not that it could be anything good he thought, right now Nick Fury's world was going to hell.

"Just round up the rest of the Ultimates will you?" He said waving the billionaire inventor away with a flick of his wrist. "And Tony?" He began, thinking carefully about his next decision.

"Release Thor."

"Welcome to the glorious world of Public Relations, General. My name is Tony, and I'll be your tour guide."

Stark pulls out his cell phone and dials a number on his speed dial.

"Pepper, it's me. Get me on all the talk shows you can.... Yes... I'm aware. Thank you for informing me of the situation... You're a wonderful woman... Goddess, fine... Yes... Yes... Okay... Pepper, I really have to go, now... Okay... Toodles."

Replacing the phone in his jacket pocket, Stark glanced at Fury. "Someone should get Barton at home with his family and Romanova out of the country. Fastest way to quell a rumor about an affair is to get the two people apart inconspicuously. Have Barton go on a picnic in the park or something."

He blinked several times. "Remind me: Why am I letting Thor out now of all times?" He asked.

Gallagher · 05-30-2009, 03:56 PM

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"Welcome to the glorious world of Public Relations, General. My name is Tony, and I'll be your tour guide."

Stark pulls out his cell phone and dials a number on his speed dial.

"Pepper, it's me. Get me on all the talk shows you can.... Yes... I'm aware. Thank you for informing me of the situation... You're a wonderful woman... Goddess, fine... Yes... Yes... Okay... Pepper, I really have to go, now... Okay... Toodles."

Replacing the phone in his jacket pocket, Stark glanced at Fury. "Someone should get Barton at home with his family and Romanova out of the country. Fastest way to quell a rumor about an affair is to get the two people apart inconspicuously. Have Barton go on a picnic in the park or something."

He blinked several times. "Remind me: Why am I letting Thor out now of all times?" He asked.

"This... 'Team' Osborn has put together, it's the anti-ultimates, it's a declaration of war. He's gathering his forces, we have to do the same. The general public knows very little about what happened in Norway, I'm willing to bet Osborn is in the same boat. The thing is, Thor is a wild card, he could be nuts but he could be the real deal either way Osborn hasn't attacked him publicly like he has the rest of us meaning either two things: One, he has nothing on him or two... He's afraid of him."

Matt Murdock · 05-30-2009, 04:13 PM

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"This... 'Team' Osborn has put together, it's the anti-ultimates, it's a declaration of war. He's gathering his forces, we have to do the same. The general public knows very little about what happened in Norway, I'm willing to bet Osborn is in the same boat. The thing is, Thor is a wild card, he could be nuts but he could be the real deal either way Osborn hasn't attacked him publicly like he has the rest of us meaning either two things: One, he has nothing on him or two... He's afraid of him."

"Not a bad idea at all, Patches." Stark said with a grin. "I'll go get 'im."

Like that, he was gone.

Catman_prb · 05-30-2009, 04:15 PM

"You ready for this?" Clint whispered, holding Natasha's body close to his. She kissed him deeply and he couldn't help but smile, his lips lingering on hers.

"Always," she breathed back.

"Then let's do this," he growled, booting the door open.

Instantly they were met by the flash that announced the presence of the mass media and their cameras. Clint looped his arm tightly through Natasha's, walking towards the car that Fury had arranged for them.

-FLASH-

"Agent Barton, Daily Bugle, can you spare us a few words?"

"Get that camera out of my face," Clint growled. Natasha squeezed his arm in warning.

-FLASH-

"What do you say to the allegations that you were having an affair with Agent Romanoff during your marriage, and this is what led to your seperation," the reporter asked.

"No comment," Clint said, putting on a dangerously fixed smile.

-FLASH-

"Agent Barton, the phrase 'wanton communist whore' has been-"

In one fluid movement, Clint reached out with one hand, grabbed the camera and smashed it onto the floor.

"I said to get that ****ing camera out of my face. Here's a headline for you kids; don't fight the law. Cos you know how it goes. We won,"

Silently, he pulled Natasha after him and climbed into the waiting car.

"That could have gone better," she said loftily.

"Hey, I didn't stab anybody," Clint protested. Natasha smiled.

"That's true. Well done you," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Matt Murdock · 05-30-2009, 04:26 PM

Before Stark could even get fifteen feet out of the door, his phone rang.

"Stark." He said calmly.

"It's Pepper." Her tone was annoyed. Something had gotten to her.

"What's wrong?"

"I just got wind from one of our friends at the Bugle that Mr. Barton just hurled a photographer's camera at the ground."

"So?" Stark didn't see the problem. Things like that had happened all the time with Barton. He had a short fuse, and everyone in the news media knew it.

"Natasha Romanova was walking arm-in-arm with him."

"Ah." The inventor said flatly. "Call ya back."

There goes the picnic scenario. Stark thought to himself, before pushing himself back into the flurrying conference room.

"We've got a problem." He said to Fury. "Barton just smashed some photographer's camera on his way here with Natasha. Whatever 'unconfirmed' reports were around before are pretty confirmed now, I'd say."

Eddie Brock · 05-30-2009, 05:09 PM

GREEN GOBLIN
A Challenge

Following the press conference, my Thunderbolts and I retire to our base of operations. Immediately upon entering, the Thunderbolts ditch their ridiculous costumes. Enchantress and I take a little longer to change, but once we have, I call everyone to a meeting. They sit at a long table, much like the one I used to have in the boardroom at OsCorp, as I take my place at the front of the room.

"Everything is going well," I tell them. They snicker and smile to themselves. "Soon, we will bury Nick Fury and the Ultimates, and from those ashes, the Thunderbolts shall rise up." I take a breath to allow the reality of the situation to hit me. God help me, we just might do this. "Once we have the public's favor, we can reveal ourselves and take our rightful places in this world - once and for all."

I pause and sigh. "However, before we can do any of that, we need to move forward as planned. Remember: a hero is judged only by the villain he faces. David and Goliath. The Allies and the Nazis. Hell, the Ultimates and the Chitauri! If we wish to be hailed as America's new superteam, we must prove ourselves in the field."

"And I assume you've got a wonderful little plan, then?" Wilson asks sarcastically.

"We must not tally long. We cannot simply wait for a crisis to strike." I smile. "We must engineer one." The team looks both shocked and excited at the prospect. "Imagine: hundreds, thousands of innocent lives lost! The Ultimates, the so-called saviors, unable to save the day! And we shall not fail where they shall. And that is why the world will turn to us."

"So, what's this 'crisis' going to be?" Bullseye asks.

I smile. "All in due time."

Venom160 · 05-30-2009, 06:35 PM

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I watch them leave and turn back to the professor.

"So do you think they will be okay professor?"

"Of course Jean. Logan knows what he is doing."

"But what about this "cure"? Could Warren really be responsible?"

"I'm afraid that things are not as clear as they may seem here. It is something worth looking into, but not panicking about."

The old man is weak, no matter what he shows. My father was right about them. This is how it begins.....the end of the world. This mutant cure was the start, this is what began the war.....this was all because of the X-Men. I will NOT let it happen. The moment that my father and his new bride have returned we will destroy the X-Men together and prevent any of this from ever happening!

As the professor wheels away I can hear footsteps getting closer to me.

"Scott."

"Jean."

"What are you worried about?"

"You already know."

"Of course I do, but I want you to tell me."

He looks away from me nervously and says,

"I'm just afraid that....that I'm not a strong enough leader..."

"Why? Because the Professor sent Logan instead of you?"

"Well.....yeah......I mean does he....?"

Before he can finish his sentence I interject,

"Yes. He does Scott. He is going make Logan the Leader, and he is going to ask you to go somewhere else for a while."

"What? But...But why?"

"Because he doesn't think your strong enough either."

His face turns downward, as if he is going to start crying like a child. I take my hand and tip his head upward facing me.

"But its ok Scott......You'll show him that he's wrong. Soon.....you'll show them all."

And he will.....he will be one of the most prized of my Father's weapons VERY soon.........

I could hear Wolverine's voice in my head, my powers are strong enough to pick up on any telepathic communication near by.....without even the professor knowing that I'm listening in. He sits there in front of Cerebro, as if it was he with the power and not his machine. Charles Xavier is barely a psychic in comparison to me. I haven't yet tried, but I am willing to venture a guess that I could overpower his mind without trying very hard at all. He looks up at me from the machine and as usually barks his orders.

"Jean, get Scott and Kitty, Warren is in trouble."

"So? Maybe we should just leave him, Fallen may have kidnapped him but it was still Warren responsible for this whole "cure" business."

"Jean....how did you..?"

"Oh please Charles, I don't have to be a telepath to see that. Even Logan could smell out the selfish reasoning from that pathetic ingrate!"

The room falls silent, Xavier is stunned at my anger.

"Oh....FINE! I'll get the team and tell them where we are going.......Where are we going Charles?"

"I have already entered the coordinates into the jet through cerebro."

"Isn't technology amazing, it can do EVERYTHING for you."

He stares back at me blankly.

"I'm on it...."

I make my way into the main hall and past the living area. Scott is sitting on the couch and Kitty in the chair, both of them positively glued to the television set.

"Come on guys, that's enough "House" for one day, we have to go save our pathetic millionaire buddy from being frozen to death. Oh and Scott honey, how does my butt look in these Jeans?"

I am growing tired of this meaningless repetition, I wait the day when my Father will help me rid the world of these annoyances, these pests and finally make the world safe!

"Come on guys, that's enough "House" for one day, we have to go save our pathetic millionaire buddy from being frozen to death. Oh and Scott honey, how does my butt look in these Jeans?"

Scott stares up at Jean in confusion.

"Uh yeah you look great Jean...."

Looking to his left he notices that Kitty has a similar confused look on her face.

"Kitty suit up and be in the jet in five."

Kitty simply nods and sinks through the couch and than the floor.

Scott grabs Jean's wrist as she heads for one of the secluded sub-basement elevators.

"Are you ok? You've been acting....odd."

For a second Scott thought he saw a glimmer her eye. Something that sent a cold chill down his spine. The moment of unease fades and Jean winks seductively.

"Ofcourse I'm fine. Now lets go don the tight black leather......"

Venom160 · 05-30-2009, 07:10 PM

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Chapter 10: Discovery

Anton couldn't stop the wave of obscenities that flow out of his mouth as he adds more distance between himself and the Triskelion.

"...mega hottie can take that folder and shove it up her perfect as....."

His head feels like it cracks open stopping him in midsentence and causing his grip on the thin strand to loosen.

"Argh!"

Anton feels wind rushing past him as he plummets toward the concrete.

"Gah dammit!"

He extends his arms and fires blindly hoping that a webline hits home.

Come on!

One of the weblines goes tight finally pulling the young clone out of his fatal freefall. His spider sense continues to blare as his webline brings him safely to a rooftop. Laying on the roof the clone clutches his head trying to quiet the high pitched blare.

"Agh what the hell!? Theres no danger!"

His spider sense blares louder.

"AH!"

In his mind the clone can see a crystal clear image of Spider-Man swinging through the city. Seconds later Anton spots the shape of a thing gangly figure swinging by using the higher skyscrapers for higher altitude. Anton tracks the original webslinger as he disappears behind a building. The blaring starts to fade yet in his mind he can still clearly see Spider-Man slowly swinging further away. Anton lays there motionless as he tracks Spidey six blocks before finally losing him. Slowly Anton sits up. He rubs his head and looks to the point where Spidey disappeared from his sight.

"What the hell?"

Chapter 11: Theory

The sound of his panic breathing fills Anton's ears as he paces across the rooftop. This attack has startled him causing his mind to wander to the dark possibilities.

What if this is the first sign of something major? What if I'm starting to degenerate like that bat **** crazy clone? Maybe Ock crossed the wrong wires.

Stopping his frantic pace Anton takes a calming breath and tries to look at this logically.

Ok come on Anton you can figure this out. You were cloned from a smart guy so some of that brains had to have been transmitted. Now think. This spider sense felt different, stronger. Ofcourse it was stronger it almost split my head open. Could it have been possible that my spider sense was altered along with my appearance?

His mind wanders back to how he was able to follow Spidey even after he was out of eyesight, almost like he was tracking him with his spider sense.

"Mental spider tracers? As if I'm not enough of a freak..."

Matt Murdock · 05-30-2009, 09:21 PM

The elevator ride to Thor's cell was short. Two guards stood outside of the sealed doors with automatic weaponry. The guns were mainly for show, of course, since if Thor was somehow able to escape, he could, literally, rip the men in half before they could blink.

"Let me in." Stark said quietly.

The guards swiped their security passes and the door opened slowly. There Thor was, sitting quietly, reading a book.

"We need to talk." Stark muttered, entering the cell before the door closed behind him.

SenseiofCheese · 05-30-2009, 09:35 PM

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"We need to talk." Stark muttered, entering the cell before the door closed behind him.

Thor slowly looked up and made eye contact with a man he used to call a friend. A man whose intellect and bravery made him one of the best Midgard had to offer. A man who betrayed Thor.

For a moment the Thunder God stared into Starks' eyes. And then, he merely looked back down and continued reading. "I'm finishing this chapter. If you want, you can stay and wait."

Whether Tony Stark kept quiet out of respect or fear, Thor did not care. After several minutes of silence, Thor gently closed his copy of the Prose Edda and set it down on the floor. Again he looked to Tony.

"I have been here for months. Alone. Why is it you visit me now?" he demanded of Tony, thunder in his eyes.

05-26-2009, 10:19 PM	#201
Eddie Brock Golden Domer Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: 250 52nd St. Posts: 24,887	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread GREEN GOBLIN Phase II The crowd is even larger than I anticipated. I peer out from the wings, watching them fidgeting excitedly. I have them right where I need them for the next part of my plan. I look once more at my assembled team. Just then, I realize that we might just be able to do this. "Just remember: smile, keep quiet, and let me handle everything," I remind them as I make final adjustments on my Armani suit. After a deep breath, I begin the walk across the stage. Flashes nearly blind me as I walk swiftly. Still, I don't allow my smile to fade an inch. I wave politely to the media, then to the crowd. There are some cheers resonating, but they immediately die when I take my place behind the podium. The podium is adorned with a encircled lightning bolt. Our logo. "Ladies and gentlemen of the media, the public, and the world," I speak into the microphone. The booming quality of my voice causes another rush of adrenaline. "The wait is finally over." I lean back and wait for the cheers to die down again. "When I started this project, I was unsure of how it might turn out. It was an ambitious undertaking, to say the least, and it was going to require intense care and dedication. Yet here I am, confident in the team I am about to introduce. "These individuals have surprised me in their willingness and dedication to our cause," I continue. "Make no mistake: these people will fight not just for you, America, but for all the citizens all over the world. They live to protect and serve, and I would ask no less of them. "So, without further ado, I present your Thunderbolts." Bullseye steps forward. "Trick Shot!" Beetle follows. "Mark I!" Enchantress glides across the stage. "Moonglow!" Spot appears from one of his portals. I feel a little guilty because we have no possible way of hiding his true identity. Luckily, no one knows who he is, anyway. "Spot!" Deadpool enters. "Ronin!" I clear my throat as the team takes their places. The media is soaking it up. "Naturally, no team would be complete without a leader," I explain. "However, I regret to say that ours could not be available today - as he is busy dealing with a crisis at the moment. You know how these guys are. They never sleep!" A few chuckles. "But, if he were here, I'd be more than happy to introduce--" [IMG]http://www.************.com/images/users/uploads/8829/440px-USAgent_Head.jpg[/IMG] "US Agent!" The applause is explosive. Taking advantage, Enchantress leans in and whispers, "Who's that?"** I maintain my smile and reply, "You think I'm letting these buffoons out in the field alone? That would be disastrous, my dear. It's like I said: every team needs a leader. In their case, maybe even a babysitter." "But who is it?" "Me, of course." The crowd is still clapping. __________________ *Dear Marvel, please stop canceling excellent* television shows before their time. "Dear DC, if Marvel gets Rocket Raccoon in a movie before you make either Wonder Woman or Justice League, you have f*ing failed." -ToplessRobot.com

05-29-2009, 05:16 AM	#209
Mercy the b*tch is back Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: On the stage Posts: 1,106	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread Claws Volume One Prologue Felicia Hardy slumped down into her chair, sitting by the window of the aeroplane. Next to her sat a well-built oriental man, wearing a fine Calvin Klein suit. Felicia got out her iPod and turned away from the man. Felicia blasted the music up to full volume and waited to land in Japan. Soon... Felicia stood in the airport, holding her suitcase. Suddenly, from behind her, the well-built oriental man who had sat next to her, grabbed her and started walking with her. "原田剣一郎私送信" The man spoke in Japanese to Felicia. Felicia nodded and the two kept on walking. The man escorted her to a slick black limo and opened the door for her. Felicia climbed in the limo and sat down, perfectly still. The door slammed shut. Without warning, swirls of smoke entered the backseats of the limo, where Felicia sat. Felicia gasped for air and covered her mouth, banging on the door with her other hand. As she lifted her hand of her mouth to smash the door down, she fainted and collapsed onto the backseats. "彼女の眠り" A voice was heard from outside the black windows. The limo pulled away and started driving with a lot of speed. *** Black Cat's eyes flickered open. She found herself lying down on a swamp green sofa, with two ladies, who had traditional Japanese make-up on (stuff like pale faces and one line of red lipstick), looking down at her. Felicia rubbed her head and slowly got up. The two women had daggers in their hair, holding a perfect bun in place, for their jet black hair. They each wore a different kimono. "You have five seconds to tell me where I am.....oh. You two muppets don't speak English, do ya?" "Actually Ms Hardy, we do." One of the women told Felicia, smiling. "Fluent, to be exact" The other told Felicia. Felicia grabbed the two women's neck and squeezed tight. Felicia slowly got up, not loosening her grip. "Well then, five seconds is up. Explain." Suddenly, Someone kicked Felicia in the back. Felicia accidentally let go of the two women and spun round. "Oh, goody. It's Calvin Klein man. If Kenuichio really sent you, why would he try to kill me?" Felicia snarled, before kicking the man in the face twice and finishing off with a roundhouse kick in the stomach. Felicia turned back to the two women and flipped over them, grabbing the four daggers, two from each of their hair. Felicia punched the two women and knocked their heads together. Felicia ran out the room and leaned against a huge silver door, hearing something from inside. "That is Kenuichio!" __________________ been too long

05-30-2009, 11:16 AM	#211
The Mighty Thor Side-Kick Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: England Posts: 322	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread CAPTAIN AMERICA The past few weeks had been turbulent and distressing for Steve Rogers, the man also known as Captain America. He was viewed as an icon of heroics and strong moral fibre by the general public, yet that image had seemed to crumble alongside that of his team's in recent days. The respectability of the Ultimates had reached an all-time low, and although Steve usually chose to ignore the media - having seen how effectively it could be used to incite sensationalism and bigotry in the War - he found himself doubting his costumed colleagues as much as the journalists that criticised them. If the news was the be believed, Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch were in a relationship, Iron Man was selling weapons illegally, and Hawkeye was having an affair with the Black Widow. All Steve had found in the 21st century was sex, violence, and moral degradation, and apparently, such qualities were present even among those he trusted. As he entered the living room of the penthouse apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D. had bought him, mulling these unfortunate events over in his mind, he found himself wondering how he had allowed their illicit conduct to fall under his notice. As the appointed leader of the superhuman group, he should have reined such behaviour in before it even got close to reaching the press; was it his fault that their world seemed to be falling down around them? Perhaps. But even so, he planned to forcibly correct it before too long. He paused at the long sofa at the centre of the room, choosing not to sit because he needed to pace out the frustration brewing inside him. Instead, he dipped down hit the television's on switch and continued to stride aimlessly as the screen flickered to life. "So, without further ado, I present your Thunderbolts." At that, Steve snapped to attention, his focus whipping back to the television. His jaw hanging loosely in surprise, he watched as Norman Osborn introduced each member of the government team he had assembled, each one sending a shiver down Steve's spine. The last image, in particular, caused every muscle in his body to tense - "US Agent?!" Fuming as the crowd burst into rapturous applause, Steve grabbed his phone and began to dial furiously, only to be interrupted by it ringing loudly. Suspecting one of his fellow Ultimates to be the caller, he was surprised to instead hear the voice of an old friend on the other line. "Steve, it's me. I need your help." "What is it, Bucky?" Steve replied sharply, instantly regretting the unfriendliness of his tone. "I'm sorry, things are a little...hectic." There was a brief silence, but when Bucky spoke again, he sounded frailer than Steve had ever heard him. *"It's that Osborn guy. The one with the new team. He just...he just bought* my land. And he's evicting us." The news hit Steve hard. His grip instinctively tightened with anger, and the plastic casing of the phone strained under his vicelike grasp. Over the past few weeks, he had become aware of Norman Osborn's influence encoraching upon his affairs in some way or another, but this was different; now his friends were being singled out and struck at, for the crime of simply being associated with Captain America. He gritted his teeth together aggressively and made no attempt to hide this rage as he responded. "You're not going anywhere, Bucky. I'll make sure of that." He paused, clenching his fist in agitation. "Expect a call from me in a few hours." With that, he disconnected the line and punched in another number. A few seconds passed before an emotionless operator demanded a security code, which Steve dialled quickly before saying, "I want to speak to Nick Fury. Now."**

05-30-2009, 12:13 PM	#212
Gallagher Shaman of Sexy Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Vault 101 Posts: 7,973	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread Nick Fury - Director of SHIELD "Where the hell is Pietro and Wanda?" Fury barked, stood in the hub of the triskellion with agents milling about around him, his frustration evident. "I'm calling everyone in this Osborn **** has got to stop, get me Stark and Barton too. Miss Ross!" He yelled suddenly as he spotted SHIELD's top PR woman, Betty Ross. "You're in charge of making us look good Miss Ross, do you mind telling me how such leaks happened and why you're seemingly doing sweet FA about it?" Betty Ross froze in her tracks as the director of SHIELD bellowed at her from across the room. "I'm working on it!" She yelled back typing something on a small handheld device. "Not hard enough, you're fired." "What!?" Betty Ross gasped, stunned at Fury's sudden harsh actions. "This isn't my fault!" "Get your together and get out. The time for protecting our image as an organization is over, therefore we no longer require your services." He said almost calmly as his phone begins to ring. "What is it?" "Sir, Captain America is on line 4." Came the reply on the other end of the phone. "Okay, patch him through... Steve, tell me it's good news." __________________ We don't allow stupid forum posts in the Palace of Wisdom...

05-30-2009, 01:15 PM	#214
Mercy the b*tch is back Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: On the stage Posts: 1,106	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread Claws Volume One Prologue Continued Felicia slowly got up and jabbed one of the daggers in the side of the door. Felicia dragged the knife all around the door, slicing the hinges. Suddenly, the door dropped down and made a loud noise as it did. <"...Janet Pym, alias the Wasp, has been outed as a mutant."> A plasma screen TV blared out in front of Silver Samurai aka Kenuichio Harada, well that's what Felicia assumed. Black Cat chucked on of the daggers at the screen. The dagger crashed into the screen and broke it, causing the screen to drop. "おい！私を見ていたよ！!" A bulky man in a samurai suit got out of the chair, exclaiming. "Give her a break Matiso. Kenuichio ordered here, she's an old student of hers" A woman in a red catsuit stood behind Felicia. Felicia spun round, in shock. "Foolish american. We only sent you to sleep because we didn't want you trying to escape from such a great oppurtunity......Follow me" Felicia followed the young, slender Japanese woman down a dark hall. "And you may be?" Felicia asked. The woman didn't bother to turn round when she replied. "Jessan Hoan" Soon, when they were at the end of the hall, Jessan stood back and let Felicia knock on the door. "He wants to see me, so you can go now" Felicia ordered. Jessan rolled her eyes, she bowed and walked off. Felicia slowly knocked on the small, wooden, ebony black door. The door slowly opened and Felicia crept in. A lantern stood on a small table, which was the only light source in the room. Silver Samurai sat in the chair which faced Felicia, his silver costume glowing. A dark figure stood behind the chair, growling. Felicia closed the door and stood in front of Silver Samurai. Black Cat bowed, whilst smiling. "Master Harada. It's been way too long since our last lesson" "Well, I've changed since then my dear." He shot back, his face hiding in the darkness. The dark male/creature type figure continued to growl behind Silver Samurai. "I've called you here because I need you. I need you to collect something precious of mine. You and my fellow companion behind me, are the only two people that are capable of achieving these tasks." Silver Samurai explained. Felicia seemed curious about the idea, but first, a few questions fired Silver Samurai's way. "So, money is involved....how much?" "$10065" "Wow. This item of yours must really be precious...I'm guessing a relic?" "Jessan shall explain everything to you about the relic" "And finally, what is that....thing, doing here?" *"My sister fell in love with a very* bad man Felicia, he's here to take care of that problem, if this man wishes to retrieve the same relic as I."** "This all too fast Mr Harada. Do you mind If I catch some fresh air in the streets of Tokyo?" Black Cat wondered. "You only have ten minutes, then you MUST come back" __________________ been too long

05-30-2009, 04:26 PM	#220
Matt Murdock [C]ured. Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 19,084	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread Before Stark could even get fifteen feet out of the door, his phone rang. "Stark." He said calmly. "It's Pepper." Her tone was annoyed. Something had gotten to her. "What's wrong?" "I just got wind from one of our friends at the Bugle that Mr. Barton just hurled a photographer's camera at the ground." "So?" Stark didn't see the problem. Things like that had happened all the time with Barton. He had a short fuse, and everyone in the news media knew it. "Natasha Romanova was walking arm-in-arm with him." "Ah." The inventor said flatly. "Call ya back." There goes the picnic scenario. Stark thought to himself, before pushing himself back into the flurrying conference room. "We've got a problem." He said to Fury. "Barton just smashed some photographer's camera on his way here with Natasha. Whatever 'unconfirmed' reports were around before are pretty confirmed now, I'd say." __________________ Connections are for airports. [H] Last edited by Matt Murdock; 05-30-2009 at 04:29 PM.

05-30-2009, 05:09 PM	#221
Eddie Brock Golden Domer Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: 250 52nd St. Posts: 24,887	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread GREEN GOBLIN A Challenge Following the press conference, my Thunderbolts and I retire to our base of operations. Immediately upon entering, the Thunderbolts ditch their ridiculous costumes. Enchantress and I take a little longer to change, but once we have, I call everyone to a meeting. They sit at a long table, much like the one I used to have in the boardroom at OsCorp, as I take my place at the front of the room. "Everything is going well," I tell them. They snicker and smile to themselves. "Soon, we will bury Nick Fury and the Ultimates, and from those ashes, the Thunderbolts shall rise up." I take a breath to allow the reality of the situation to hit me. God help me, we just might do this. "Once we have the public's favor, we can reveal ourselves and take our rightful places in this world - once and for all." I pause and sigh. "However, before we can do any of that, we need to move forward as planned. Remember: a hero is judged only by the villain he faces. David and Goliath. The Allies and the Nazis. Hell, the Ultimates and the Chitauri! If we wish to be hailed as America's new superteam, we must prove ourselves in the field." "And I assume you've got a wonderful little plan, then?" Wilson asks sarcastically. "We must not tally long. We cannot simply wait for a crisis to strike." I smile. "We must engineer one." The team looks both shocked and excited at the prospect. "Imagine: hundreds, thousands of innocent lives lost! The Ultimates, the so-called saviors, unable to save the day! And we shall not fail where they shall. And that is why the world will turn to us." "So, what's this 'crisis' going to be?" Bullseye asks. I smile. "All in due time." __________________ *Dear Marvel, please stop canceling excellent* television shows before their time. "Dear DC, if Marvel gets Rocket Raccoon in a movie before you make either Wonder Woman or Justice League, you have f*ing failed." -ToplessRobot.com

05-30-2009, 09:21 PM	#224
Matt Murdock [C]ured. Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 19,084	Re: The Ultimate Marvel RPG Vol. 2: New World IC Thread The elevator ride to Thor's cell was short. Two guards stood outside of the sealed doors with automatic weaponry. The guns were mainly for show, of course, since if Thor was somehow able to escape, he could, literally, rip the men in half before they could blink. "Let me in." Stark said quietly. The guards swiped their security passes and the door opened slowly. There Thor was, sitting quietly, reading a book. "We need to talk." Stark muttered, entering the cell before the door closed behind him. __________________ Connections are for airports. [H]

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