Multiversers: Unlimited RPG

[SuperFerret]

Multiversers: Unlimited​

*based off an idea created by batnkevlar*​

-GAMEMASTERS-
Superferret
Master Bruce
Green Lantern


PREMISE-

After the events of the Crisis on Infinite Earths, there existed only a few Universes, including the well-known DC Earth (designation Earth #386), the Marvel Earth (designation Earth #616) and the “real” world (designation Earth #001). The Multiverse seemingly ceased to exist, as these Earths had little to do with one another. But as time went on, tangent Universes began to pop up, and creating the Multiverse yet again. This time, though, many realities were unstable, due to seemingly wrong events in it’s timeline. Instability would mean that the given Universe would be eventually wiped from all planes of existence.

It was from one of these unstable worlds that a hero hailed from. His name was Reed Richards, and he was a scientist until his reality was destroyed. The last survivor of his universe, he vowed to never again allow an unstable reality tear itself apart. So, Richards kept track of the events that occurred in each given Universe and pinpointed stages in those Universes' development in which the events would build up to instability, calling them Doom Horizons. Recognizing that beings hailing from unstable realities would disrupt the Multiverse to the point of possibly destroying it, he was forced to organize teams of beings from stable universes to thwart these Doom Horizons, and restore stability to said universe. He called these beings the Chosen, and kept in constant contact with them from his base outside of reality.

Thus, in order to prevent the Universal implosions, the Chosen would be sent to stop certain events from happening, in a reality different than their own, and in one beyond their comprehension. Any failure in the mission would result in the Universe being wiped out, and any success would result in the given Universe being stable for all Eternity. However good or bad, each Universe must be fought for with great passion and fervor, and each mission is hoped to be completed.


PRE PLAY-

*All characters to be played are either established comic book characters or custom characters based off of established comic book characters, created by the user with regards to the character application they need fill out.

*Constant attention will be payed to the filled-out application, in regards to power levels and original intent. The given character must not be a god, deity, or being such as SHAZAM the Wizard, Uatu the Watcher or Buddha.

*Mission ideas are gladly appreciated, in order to keep up a productive work environment.

*There are two types of characters in this game: The Chosen (starting as the Chosen Five) and Mission-related characters (MRC's). Both require applications to play as, but each have different duties and rules. You can play as a Chosen until you die, retire, or mods say otherwise; but as an MRC, your lifespan as that given character is only as long as the mission.

*Once the given mission is over, MRC players can fill out a new application, in accordance to the mission info. Misison info and MRC info must be related.


RPG RULES-

*This is a working environment, so you can travel to different places using your powers or vehicles. Don't miraculously pop up unless you're a teleporter or such...

*Don't do anything RANDOM like chopping off character's heads or what not, unless your a villain chopping off an NPC's [Non-Player character (inanimate victims)] heads, then whatever, go with it, as long as it's not technically RANDOM...

*Don't be killing people without reason. You know your character's weaknesses and strengths, what you can do or can't.

*If you want to take part in this, just list your name and character here, fill out your application, and I'll put your name and character info on the first post here. First come, first serve...

*You can form friendships and alliances within your own team, along with grudges. To start out, the team number shall be FIVE (5)...

*Each mission will start with Richards and his mission delegation...

*If you get killed, you are done with that character, unless otherwise noted by the GMs. You then pick up as a mission-related character. One must stay in line to become a Chosen, but while you wait participate in being an MRC..

*There can be ONE story going on at once, but there can also be other side pieces such as villain agendas and such...

*Act like your characters, ASSUME their traits and personalities...

*There are endless places to go and endless things to do: ENDLESS possibilities so get creative...

*People who disobey these rules, some more major than the others, will get BOOTED from the game and may even be reported to the SHH Moderating staff, depending on the severity of the offense.

*No obscene topics!

 

[SuperFerret]

In order to be accepted, you need two (2) GMs to agree on your application. GMs cannot accept their own applications. The Sign-up thread is here.


Multiversers: Unlimited Application

Codename:

Real name:

Human name (if applicable):

Mission Reserve or Chosen?: (NOTE: You can play one of each. There's a max of six Chosen, and the MRCs are mission specific and must be tied to the Universe the mission is set in.)

Age:

Height:

Weight:

Eyes:

Hair:

Occupation:

Marital Status:

Known Relatives:

Group Affiliation (history of group needed):

Universe/Timeline history*:

History:

Skills:

Powers (comparative to main comic book characters):

Hero, anti-hero, villain?:

Brief Sample Post (In the format you plan to portray your character in-game):

 

[SuperFerret]

ROSTER

Dr. Reed Richards
The Chosen's founder and leader
Superferret

The Doctor
Multiversal Travel Expert
Torchwood

Barbara Gordon
Information Broker
twylight


The Chosen Six

Kal-El
(Kingdom Come Superman)
byrd_man

Invincible
Watchman

Midnighter
The Question

Sonic the Hedgehog
Andy C.

The (Goddamn) Batman
Master Bruce

Boy Blue
Green Lantern

Mission Related Characters

Det. James Gordon
byrd_man

Current Mission Universe Overview​

Mission 1: :bat:“A World without a Bat”:bat:

This reality, designation #385, is nearly identitcal to #386 (the mainstream DCU) with one seemingly minor difference: Thomas and Martha Wayne were not killed by the attempted mugging that should have ended thier lives, only injured. As a result, their son, Bruce will never grow to stalk the night as the Bat-Man. Thus Gotham City will eventually come under siege from psychotic criminals who would normally be thwarted by the Bat-Man. The mission of the Chosen will be to go to this universe’s past and ensure that young Bruce Wayne will follow the path of the Bat-Man in anyway they can.

 

[SuperFerret]

"Susan.." I whisper, caressing the torn photograph that consists of all I have left of my wife, a tear rolling down my cheek. I lay in bed, alone, as I have for longer than I can imagine. My base of operations exists outside of time, and I no longer age, thus I have become immortal, much to my utter dismay.

I stand, gazing around at the cold, soulless metallic wall of my domicile, the same walls I see where ever I go in this station, the same walls that make up my base outside of reality. It is my greatest accomplishment, and it is my prison. For all eternity.

An alarm sounds, the noise bouncing off of the aforementioned walls, ringing in my ears. Another reality is in peril, and my last team of "Chosen" all perished in their last task.

Even though I hate it, I realize I must call upon more champions from the Multiverse, even if it means their demise.

I move to the monitoring console, and scan all stable universes in search of worthy champions. I quickly find some, and punch in the code to summon the six of them here.

As they materialize before me, I quickly read the monitor displaying the nature of the instability and which universe it entails. #385, interesting, very interesting. This one doesn't seem to be frought with much peril, only a lingering moral question. I hope this team is up for that challenge.

They’ve arrived.

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

 

[Green Lantern]

Boy Blue snuck up on the goblin, the Witching Cloak making it easy to stay silent. He stuck the point of the Vorpal Sword in the small of the goblin's back, just far enough to draw blood and literally scare the p**s out of the ugly green monster.

"The Adversary, is he near?!?"

"Oh no! Youse th' un who's been killin all the troops ain'tcha? Noon' else'da dare call the mighty Imporor that. He'll eatcher entrails fur that un."

"Just shut up and tell me if his tour of the 'empire' is still on schedule."

"Wha de guff dya think I know. I'm a grunt ******."

"Oh. Well guess I don't need to keep you alive then, do I?"

"Wha?!? Wait!!!! Yes, he'll be here tomorrow!!! Just don't kill me!!!!"

"Well thanks, but I still don't need you alive."

With that Blue quickly took the sword out, and swung it through the thick neck of the Gob, and the head rolled to the floor.

I should feel bad about that, but these skeevy rats have taken everything so dear to everyone in Fabletown. They killed Fly's wife and kids, leaving him heart broken and confused. They raped his eldest daughter and wife in front of him for crying out loud. Lord only knows what they did to Pinochio's dad... and I cringe when I ponder what they could be doing to Red right now. If she's even still alive.

As he sits down on the ground to eat some of his rations and think of what to do next, a bright white light enveloped him. He reappeared in a cold metallic room.

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

 

[The Question]

Midnighter:

Monday, November 2nd.


Five guys. All have handguns, two revolvers and three 45.s. Home made silencers. At least one of them is on some kind of steroid, probably more.


It's been a slow night.


They're leader starts talking, and then everything slows down. I analyze everything. Every possible outcome to everything they and I could do in this situation. I take every variable into account: Body weight, weapon types, how much ammo they probably have left, the types of clothes they're wearing, possible escape routs for me and them, everything.


All in the time it takes the guy in front to pull the trigger.


I deflect the bullet with my staff. and sweep it at them, pinning three of them against a wall. I hear a few pops. I jump up, kick one of them, and launch myself towards the two behind me. I lodge two throwing stars in the eyes of one of them, and the other sure as hell won't be making any kids who's lives he can screw over. As soon as it started, they're all on the ground. I pick up onf of their guns and shoot four of them in the head. I grab the last one, pull him up, and lean in real close.

"I'm not going to kill you. Not because I care wether you live or die, but because I wan't you to spread the word: You're done in this town. All of your kind is. And if I ever catch you or anyone like you doing anything like this ever again, then you die. Slowly and painfully. Simple as that. Got it?"

He nods, sobbing a little.

"Good boy."

I drop him, and talk into the street. That was fun.

"Door."

An orange portal opens up right in front of me. I step through, and then things get a little different. Everything starts spinning, and I land somewhere that sure as hell isn't the Carrier. There's a middle aged man in a blue jumpsuit and a labcoat standing in front of me, and a bunch of equally oddly dressed men standing around me.

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”




"I hate mondays."

 

[Byrd Man]

The phone rings and I know who it is, It's the same man that gave me the phone.

"Hello, Bruce."

"How's it going, Clark? I mean Kal."

I roll my eyes at his obvious attempt to annoy me.

"The lands starting to regrow...Slowly. I found my first plant yesterday, It's about a hundred miles from here, a little corn stalk."

"Mother Nature's wrath is upon us."

His sarcastic whit actually get's a rise out of me, It's the first time I've laughed in god knows when.

"So are we still on with Diana Friday?"

"As far as I know, The Planet Krypton Cafe in Metropolis."

"You know I can't stand that place, A bunch of snot nosed punks dressed like us serving people meals named after us."

"It's not that bad, I take it as a compliment."

"Yeah well.....Kal, I got to go. Luthor's nosing around again."

"Superman! Vengence will be mine!"

"Pipe down, Cueball. Bye Kal."

"See ya Friday, Bruce."

I hang up the phone and head towards the door, It's noon so I should plow atleast a hundred more acres before the day is out. I strap on my overalls and head towards the door, before I can do that white light invades the windows and doors of my small house until theirs nothing else to see. Suddenly I feel like I'm in a boom tube, then I'm in a room facing an older looking man wearing labcoat.

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

"Where are we and who are you?"

 

[Torchwood]

The engine of the TARDIS hummed as it moved up and down. Despite the centuries I have witnessed it in action, I always found the technology marvelous to look at, no matter how unreliable it could be.

I take turns glancing at the engine and the message I just recieved from UNIT. Earth needs me again.

"Really, can't they find someone else for this nonsense? I've enough troubles with finding these interstellar threats myself. I need no help in locating them if they just show up at my doorstep."

As I pondered this out loud, my robotic computer K9 moved toward me.

"Master, records have no indication of outside threats materializing on the doorstep of the TARDIS. Please confirm."

"Oh, do shut up, K9. It was an expression. Will you please forget I even said it."

"Accessing memory banks from the last .3879 cycles...deleted."

"Good dog..."

The TARDIS landed on its destination, materialization completed.

"Now, K9, you stay here while I find out what bloody mission I have to do next. Oh, and try not to leave any ball bearings on the carpet, hm."

I stepped out of the TARDIS, but this wasn't UNIT. The technology looked as if it were from Earth design, but it was so far advanced. Someone of a great intellect must have made it, but who? Then, I could hear in the distance...

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

Reed...

 

[Andy C.]

The wind is a lot stronger up here, and it's a whole heck of a lot louder than when I'm running. Right now I'm a good four thousand feet in the air, riding shotgun in the old bi-plane. I'm not sure how Tails manages to keep this rust-bucket working, but it's still running like a dream as we near the target area.

"Coming up on the bad guys, Sonic. You ready?"

The forest below us quickly gives way to barren dirt and pavement, and up ahead of that, a mass of warehouses and assembly lines. It's one of Robotnik's bot factories, and we intend to hit it with the best weapon the Freedom Fighters have to offer.....me.

"Tails, I was born ready. Now bring this hunk of junk in and show these scrap heaps how we do it!"

With that, he swoops downwards, diving deep into the heart of the complex as alarms sound all over. The security bots begin firing at us, but as usual, they're just a little too slow. At the last possible second, he begins to pull the plane up, and that's when I bail.

I hit the ground running, and before the robots can even register that I'm there, I've wrecked two of the sentries that guard the entrance to the assembly lines. A trio of buzz-bombers break their formation to pursue me, but I'm already inside the building before they can reach me.

I stop for a moment and check out the scene: a practical jungle of machinery. Every single piece of it moves like clockwork, setting together all the bits and pieces, fixing all the wiring, programming all the computers in countless mechanical soldiers. I'd be impressed if the whole purpose of it wasn't to kill me and my friends. I pull a small camera out of my backpack and snap a couple of photos--I can't make any sense out of the tech here, but Rotor can once I'm back home--and then the ground bursts beneath my feet.

Those buzz-bombers are shooting at me. That's what I get for slowing down.

I launch myself onto one of the nearest conveyor belts, hoping that those old bots are still as stupid as they were back in the day. Sure enough, they keep shooting, blasting apart the very machinery they're supposed to be defending. I run the course, bobbing and weaving through all the machines as the bombers dutifully blow them up. And here I was, thinking this mission was going to be hard.

Within a minute, the factory is ruined. The assembly line is trashed, the construction bots are smoking heaps, and the bots they were making are nothing but scrap. Just to wrap up loose ends, I leap to the nearest wall, pushing off of it and launching myself into the air towards the buzz-bombers. They try and evade what's coming, but as usual, I'm too fast for them. I spin myself into a ball and bounce back and forth between the three of them, and they're nice enough to fall apart and explode as hit them.

I casually stroll out of the wrecked facility, and find that the buzz-bombers managed to call for a little backup.

Hmmm.....this might be a little harder than I thought.

Just as I wind myself up for another attack, everything goes white.

"Oh, crap. Did I just die?"

It'd be really embarassing if I got taken out by Robotnik's nut-and-bolt jobs, considering I've spent pretty much my whole life knocking them apart. 'sides, I never did get everything worked out with Sally, or Amy, or Mina, or....well, never mind. Let's just say I never did get everything worked out.

But fortunately, I regain my senses a second or so later, and see that I'm not dead. Least, I don't think I am. Instead, I'm in a metallic room, and there's...

Overlanders.

Uh-oh. Don't see too many humans most of the time, and the ones I do run into usually want to blow me up. Did I get captured, or--

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

Well, there's an understatement if there ever was one.

 

[Watchman]

Ah once again the world is safe from planet eaters and giant robots now it's time to catch some sleep. I fly through the air heading back toward my dorm. Although I had this nagging feeling that I forgot to do something today. Wasn't there something William told me to do before I left.

Earlier today...

"Don't forget that are history paper is due tomorrow!" he shouts as I leapt out the window.

Now...

"OH..." I blitz through the air shouting every curse word that I could think of and a few that I just invented. Within a few seconds I'm back in my room. I glance over at the clock... four am great. I begin to type away but I can barely keep awake. I start to nod off when suddenly I open my eyes and I'm not in Kansas any more. What the hell there are others costumed people here. I place my head to my mask.

"Cecil did you send me somewhere cause I have a paper..." no answer

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

Well there goes my history grade.

 

[Batman]

Gotham City. My city. The city that never sleeps, but always bleeds.

Bleeds. But I'll be damned if anyone else can see it. From a distance, it looks like Italy's utopian city of Rome. Some even compared it to goddamned Elderado. The moment that I feel my fist shatter this punk's nose, I know the truth. I'll be damned if this is Elderado.

"HAH!", I breathe, as I back kick the next goddamned fool that tries to approach me. His ribs shatter. And I can't wipe the grin off from under my face as it does. Music to my ears.

I kidnapped a traumatised sprout. A boy. Not even old enough for a scotch, yet energised enough to fit my purpose. Dick Grayson. 12 years old. An acrobat that lost his parents just like I lost mine: At the barrel of a smoking demon. A gun.

Brave little brat. It's getting to the point where he barely even flinches at my prescence. He's stronger than I thought. Maybe even more than I had hoped. But right now, I'm still in command. And it sure as hell better stay that way, if the kid wants to keep his neck.

12 years old. 12 years old. Even I'm beginning to think of how utterly rediculous and insane it sounds. But I may be able to pull it off. I just might. But right now, there's a hell of alot more I should be worrying about. Whether or not the kid will run off on that rooftop I left him at. What he could do to jeapordise the mission.

Whether or not this chain is gonna snap my wrist.

I raise my arm, letting the chain wrap around. Hurts. But I don't pay it any mind. You can't, in this line of work. It's just damned common sense. Pulling back, I throw the little snot-nosed weasel that attacked me above my head. He lands in the nearest brick wall. And I'm damned sure that it hurt just enough. Just enough...

"You chickenlegs weren't even worth my time.", I growl, before letting the cable in my belt fly to the rooftop ahead. With a tug and a swing, I've made it above the area. With just enough teeth to spare.

Leaping over a couple rooftops, I land on another, and wait.

"Come out.", I call into the darkness.

"No way."

I grit my teeth. This ain't the time for games, junior. There's plenty more I got to teach. And when I tell you to come out, you better be damned sure that class is back in session.

"Save the dramatics. I don't have the time to waste.", I growl at him, as he stands in the shadows like a scared little bird.

Maybe that's why he chose the name "Robin". Because there's no way in hell I would've chosen something as wussed.

"I look stupid. And these tights suck. Suck even worse than your's.", He responds.

I narrow my eyes at him. I didn't come to talk about fashion sense. I couldn't give a damn what he would've chosen for a uniform. Just as long as it was good enough a target. And believe me... What he chose is about as good a target as you could ever get. I can even see the colors from here.

"Now, you little snot.", I growl even lower.

Finally, he steps out. Cape, pixie boots, shorts and all. I want to blow my brains out for even considering taking this little brat along tonight. He looks at me with a stare that all but confirms what I believed all along: This is gonna be one long hell of a session.

"See?"

I look away, trying to hide my own discomfort. It's like looking at something from a goddamned toon.

"Forget the damned outfit. That's not important. Not now, anyway."

"Well, I would... except... there's kind of a draft that I can't shake.", He says, crossing his arms in attempt to keep warm like some stupid schoolgirl.

"You chose the outfit, kid."

"Yeah, but I thought this was just, like, a jockstrap or something. I didn't think they'd actually be the pants.", He says, looking down at the shorts. "Could we just go and buy me some pants to go with this?"

This brat and his whining is getting on my last nerve. Very last nerve. If I even had one to begin with.

"Don't have the money."

"You're a multi-billionaire!"

"Let me rephrase, kid. Don't have the money that I want to spend. Or the patience."

"...For pants?"

"Shut up."

Wait. I feel a draft. Not just a normal breeze from up here... More like the calm wind before one hell of a storm. Something's coming. Even the brat can tell, with the way he's looking around.

"What's that?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot it. Coming towards the two of us.

"Get down."

"What?"

"GET DOWN, DAMN IT!", I yell, grabbing... Robin's cape, and yanking him down. The blast misses us by an inch, as I look up.

"What the hell is going on?!", He yells, confused.

I sneer at the approaching enemy. Didn't think I'd have to deal with him for a long while. Especially considering what I know about him. But I can tell from the blast that he means buisness. No, this clown isn't toying with us. He wants my head.

"Run. I'll handle this.", I respond, standing up and reaching into my belt.

"How?"

"I JUST WILL, ALRIGHT?! Now shut up and hustle!"

He does something I halfway didn't expect: He actually listens. Running off and leaping into the alleyway's below. Huh. May be hope for the boy yet.

I pull out the grenade, as my 'associate' approaches, landing on the rooftop with enough force to shatter mountains. If he thinks that's gonna scare me, He really is the idiot I thought him to be.

"Kent.", I say, as I see the yellows and reds of his costume. "You better have a damned good reason for that."

He simply stares at me with those alien, red, glowing, souless eyes. Eyes that children wet themselves over. Eyes you never wanna meet. But that's no damned reason to go and flee. Not in this line of work. Not in this war.

"Well? You gonna stand there like a ******, or are you gonna-"

He fires another beam at me. That's it. This clown has gotten too big for his britches. About damned time a real man put him down.

"Damn!", He yells, in frustration of his missed beam.

Jesus, is that all this overgrown scout knows how to say?

I roll across the rooftop, grenade in hand. I've read up on you, Kent. You probably didn't have the sense to read up on me, but that's because you're no Sherlock. No, you're not like me. You don't read up on your enemy.

This grenade holds a diamond crushed batch of meteorite. They call it 'kryptonite'. The military found it on the outskirts of Rio. Bruce Wayne made sure that it went into rightful hands. Hands that'll actually use it for what it's for.

To put down soulless alien boyscouts like Kent.

I pick it up, and go in for a throw, when I notice something. Hot damn. Everything's spinning. I must be blacking out. No, damn it! Not now! Not when I'm getting ready to finally beat the living crap out of this-

“Greetings gentlemen, I am Dr. Reed Richards. I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

I look around, seeing a bookworm with a '4' on his chest, a cheap imitation of me, a young brat in oversized googles, another brat with a sword, and... some sort of diseased porqupine. And an older looking Kent. But I'm not in Gotham City. And I'm sure as hell not in Oz.

...

...

"What the hell is this supposed to be?"

 

[Andy C.]

Just when I think things can't get any weirder, another Overlander materializes in the room. This one's a lot less friendly-looking than the others (which isn't saying much), and....dressed up as a bat?

I can't help but giggle a little bit. I mean, does he have some sort of complex or what? If he ran across any real bats, they'd probably die laughing.

He ends up saying pretty much what I've been thinking this whole time.

"What the hell is this supposed to be?"

"You mean this place, or your costume? 'Cause I really couldn't give you a decent answer for either of them."

He glares at me, scowling a little. Clearly, this guy takes himself too seriously.

 

[SuperFerret]

They all look disoriented and confused, as usual. I nod and smile at the Doctor as I catch his eye.

"Where are we and who are you?"

Like always, Superman is the first to start asking the intelligent questions, and Barbara really had to ask why out of all the heroes I have used as operatives, why I used him the most? It all comes down to respect, and none have more than Kal-El of Krypton.

Before I could answer Superman’s question, I hear Midnighter and Batman’s comments, and I smile at that. I have always found that incredible, how radically different universes can breed such similar men.

"I hate mondays."

"What the hell is this supposed to be?"

“Very colorful epithet, Mr. Wayne, especially for you. Please, all of you, have a seat,” I press a button and several chairs slide out of hidden panels on the floor, “this may take a while to explain.”

 

[Watchman]

“Very colorful epithet, Mr. Wayne, especially for you. Please, all of you, have a seat,” I press a button and several chairs slide out of hidden panels on the floor, “this may take a while to explain.”

I fly over and land in one of the seats. I've seen some wierd things during my...all right it's only been a year but that's been about a year since I took this gig been it's been full of some very wierd crap but this takes the cake.

"So...uh...I guess I'll start who the hell are you guys?"

 

[Andy C.]

“Very colorful epithet, Mr. Wayne, especially for you. Please, all of you, have a seat,” I press a button and several chairs slide out of hidden panels on the floor, “this may take a while to explain.”

Well, apparently this guy's the one who's calling the shots. And until I get a decent idea of what's going on, there's not a whole lot I can do....except for maybe point and giggle at "Mr. Wayne" over there.

I fly over and land in one of the seats. I've seen some wierd things during my...all right it's only been a year but that's been about a year since I took this gig been it's been full of some very wierd crap but this takes the cake.

"So...uh...I guess I'll start who the hell are you guys?"

"Whoah."

The kid can fly. I mean yeah, I've been around my fair share of flying stuff before, but at least all of them had some sort of way to do it. This kid, though? No wings, no rockets, no tails to spin around like helicopter blades: he just plain flew into the air. This just got a little more interesting.

"Name's Sonic, a.k.a. the fastest thing on this side of Mobius, or any other side of it for that matter," I say as I leapfrog the nearest chair and plop down into the seat. "Hey, these are pretty comfy!" Flying people or not, there is no way I'm letting myself get out-cooled by some Overlanders in funny costumes.

 

[Byrd Man]

While that young guy and the furry blue rat thing show out while gettng to their seats. I just simply walk, I'll show what I've got when the time comes, best to play it cool for now. I set down in one of the seats and look back at the gray haired man.

"I hate to sound like a broken record, Dr. Richards Isn't it? But, who exactly are you and where exactly are we?"

 

[twylight]

I sigh and stick the stylus into the loose bun of hair on my head. Placing my tablet under my arm I bend down and delicately pick up an old glass of milk from behind a device.
It’s a wonder the smell of it alone hasn’t overcome the base. He really is so very absent minded.

I place it directly into the recycler. It’s not even worth washing, I’ll just get a new glass.
That done I pull out my tablet again and tap the screen with the stylus as I monitor the workings of the base and some current potential threats as they flash through it. Once a universal instability get’s bad enough it will automatically come up on Reed’s console.
I however, enjoy staying steps ahead of him and take the time glancing over the synopsis of the universe as it pops up.

I suppose it’s the research part of me, and I take great pride in being able to supply Reed with the details of a particular universe before the large computer can.

“This one next.” I say softly as I tab it in useless guesture to remember it later. I don’t need to, not with my memory, but it serves as nice proof.
Also the trivial knowledge is useful in the mind games the Doctor and I play to occupy our time.

I tap the screen again allowing a three dimensional image to pop up. I spin it around looking it over as I walk.
It’s a small device that helps with the stabilization effect of beings from other universes when they cross over to universe not supporting their Universes atoms. However it’s a specialized one that deals with the paradox of two of the same habituating the same Universe at the same time. Without it the native and the non-native beings are both in an equal amount of danger. It’s much like Reed’s own design.

I tap it down before tucking it under my arm as I walk towards the main room.
Except mine is infinitely smaller than his and can be easily slipped under the skin. However lack of materials to make it hinder the production and until then Reed’s ‘wrist watch’ stabilizers will have to do.

I’ll have to speak to the Doctor when he comes back about the materials.

A little alarm goes off on my pad alerting me to an instability. I smile as my previously tabbed universe pops up.

0 - Infinite number

I mentally pat myself on the back, good job Babs.

I stop as the TARDIS emerges in front of me and I nod as I see the Doctor.

“Hello Doctor, did you have a pleasant trip?”

 

[Batman]

“Very colorful epithet, Mr. Wayne, especially for you. Please, all of you, have a seat,” I press a button and several chairs slide out of hidden panels on the floor, “this may take a while to explain.”

...

What in the hell did he just call me?

That's impossible. Damned impossible. No one's ever figured that out. Nobody. Yet this bookworm calls it out like he read it in a goddamned dictionary. He knows who I am.

None of this makes sense. Part of me thinks none of it should.

I cross my arms. If this clown thinks he's about to boss me around, He's as dumb as he looks.

"I'll stand.", I growl. "I don't take too kindly to being kidnapped. Not one bit."

 

[Green Lantern]

"Name is Little Boy Blue, horn player, gob killer and devilishly rogue to the tee. You can call me Blue if you aren't with the Adversary. If you ARE with him, I'm afraid I must kill you."

 

[SuperFerret]

"No, Blue, none of us are with the Adversary. In fact, other than yourself, none of us hails from a reality where the Adversary exists. And I while I may have 'kidnapped' you, you are not held here against your will. If you wish to leave, you may leave, but I implore you, hear me out first."

"I have gathered you, champions from a multitude of realities, to save another reality from being utterly destroyed. It may seem to be a large task, I agree, and a momentous one at that, but I assure you that this mission is well within your capacity to complete."

"Please, for the sake of saving an entire universe filled with innocent lives, help me."

 

[Green Lantern]

"No, Blue, none of us are with the Adversary. In fact, other than yourself, none of us hails from a reality where the Adversary exists. And I while I may have 'kidnapped' you, you are not held here against your will. If you wish to leave, you may leave, but I implore you, hear me out first."

"I have gathered you, champions from a multitude of realities, to save another reality from being utterly destroyed. It may seem to be a large task, I agree, and a momentous one at that, but I assure you that this mission is well within your capacity to complete."

"Please, for the sake of saving an entire universe filled with innocent lives, help me."

"No Adversary? More likely he just hasn't conquered these world's and raped their women yet. As long as I can do all this and still save Red, I'll help. It looks like you guys need all the help you can get. I mean we have Flying Rodent Man, two guys that seem a bit past their prime, and a talking porcupine. Not that I have anything against talking animals, some of my best friends are talking animals... And one kid who seems a bit young..."

Blue looked around, and threw off the hood of his cloak, revealing his youthful face and shaggy blond hair.

"What the hell, I'll do it."

 

[The Question]

"I'm 32, kid. Watch it."

 

[Andy C.]

"No, Blue, none of us are with the Adversary. In fact, other than yourself, none of us hails from a reality where the Adversary exists. And I while I may have 'kidnapped' you, you are not held here against your will. If you wish to leave, you may leave, but I implore you, hear me out first."

"I have gathered you, champions from a multitude of realities, to save another reality from being utterly destroyed. It may seem to be a large task, I agree, and a momentous one at that, but I assure you that this mission is well within your capacity to complete."

"Please, for the sake of saving an entire universe filled with innocent lives, help me."

Wait....what?!?! Other realities? I mean, I've traveled between dimensional Zones and things like that, but whole other universes? Guess this explains why I'm the only Mobian here...all the others are from universes where the humans didn't wipe each other out, I'd guess.

This is all a little too much. But if he's right, and there's that many lives at stake...

"No Adversary? More likely he just hasn't conquered these world's and raped their women yet. As long as I can do all this and still save Red, I'll help. It looks like you guys need all the help you can get. I mean we have Flying Rodent Man, two guys that seem a bit past their prime, and a talking porcupine. Not that I have anything against talking animals, some of my best friends are talking animals... And one kid who seems a bit young..."

Blue looked around, and threw off the hood of his cloak, revealing his youthful face and shaggy blond hair.

"What the hell, I'll do it."

"I'm a hedgehog, thank you very much. I don't know any of you fellas, or what it is we're gonna have to do, but I oughta help anywhere I can. As long as you can get me home when this is done, count me in."

 

[Byrd Man]

"I may be 45, but I can turn the globe back time and punch a hole in your father's crotch before he concieves you."

I listen to Richard's words and nod my head.

"I've saved Earth countless times, the galaxy 33 times, the universe itself 20 times. I guess It'd be a new experince saving all of exsitence.....I'm in."

 

[Batman]

"You mean this place, or your costume? 'Cause I really couldn't give you a decent answer for either of them."

The diseased porqupine speaks. The animal speaks, for god sakes. I've seen strange things in my time. Men who can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Flying women with golden 'truth' lassos. Whatever the hell Grayson was wearing the last time I saw him.

But this is just nuts. Insane. And I'm one to talk.

I glare at the midget. Little bastard's got a mouth.

"No Adversary? More likely he just hasn't conquered these world's and raped their women yet. As long as I can do all this and still save Red, I'll help. It looks like you guys need all the help you can get. I mean we have Flying Rodent Man, two guys that seem a bit past their prime, and a talking porcupine. Not that I have anything against talking animals, some of my best friends are talking animals... And one kid who seems a bit young..."

Blue looked around, and threw off the hood of his cloak, revealing his youthful face and shaggy blond hair.

"What the hell, I'll do it."

I raise an eyebrow as he pulls back his hood. Then I look at the other kid. Then back at him. Both sprouts. Only slightly older than Robin. And the bookworm that runs this half assed sideshow says that these pipsqueaks are champions of the universe. Champions of the entire universe. He even called me one of them.

...

What the holy hell have I been dragged into?

"He looks a hell of a lot older than you.", I say, acknowledging the kid in goggles next to the shrimp in the cloak that I'm talking to.

This isn't part of my mission. Nothing matters except the mission. I shouldn't be here. I should be enacting the mission. I don't belong. I can't belong. I don't fly. I'm just a goddamned detective.

Course, from the looks of this crew, I'm a hell of alot smarter than these clowns. Maybe I do belong... Just to keep these freaks in line. But is it really apart of the mission?

I'd be a damned fool not to take this opprotunity. Saving an entire universe would give me more credibility with that clown Kent that attacked me. Maybe even the punks of Gotham.

They know who I am. They know that the caviar sucking city slick known as Bruce Wayne is really The Batman of Gotham City. No one's figured that out. No one. And they called me a champion of the universe. I'm just a detective. Doesn't make a damn bit of sense. Not one bit.

"Just one question.", I ask, turning to the bookworm again. "What is this mission? Because if it requires being faster than a bullet or being mightier than the pounding surf, you've got the wrong bastard for this."