"One Universe" RPG thread.

[The Question]

Whats up with this kid? He seems, different. Angrier than who I first met on the ship. Maybe hes gota personality disorder. No........somethins different. Hes cockeyer, a bit more smug than he was before. I would have expected an outburst form Creed, that Queen guy, or even myself, but not from the kid, he seemed a bit more put together than that. Im not sayin I know him, and every teenager is a bit hot tempered, but this seems like somethin else, somethin in his voice. I can almost smell the difference. I dont know what it is, but I'll keep an eye on him.





Than why didnt you predict that? Listen kid, I was just tryin to give ya a bit of advice, dont get yur panties in a twist. You can hold yer own and I respect you for it, but Im just tryin to make sure you know yur not invincible, theres always someone out there whos gona have a one up on ya, and you gota be ready to compensate. Just dont get cocky. Lets head out, we got an alien planet to get the hell off of. I dont know about you but I'm sure startin to miss Corona.

What am I thinking? I....

"You.....you're right. I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out by this whole situation."

 

[twylight]

Dinah crossed her arms and looked at Tony, catching sight of a wine bottle on the table in the back of the room. Her eyes went wide and she stopped herself from running and picking it up to throw it away.

If he was gonna air dirty laundry it wasn't her concern.

"Yes, why are we here?"

 

[TheTurtle]

You're Poison Running Through My Veins
De ner ner ner de ne ne ne NAAAAH

"So, what's your plan so far?"

"Yes, why are we here?"

Alright, that's what I'm looking for! We can get into some action! I look over at Stark, wondering what the rich guy has planned to get things set right.

 

[Keyser Soze]

"Help! Help me!"

Lex Luthor was digging. Frantically searching for the owner of the weak, pleading voice. He was on the streets of Metropolis, amongst the ruins of an alien attack. His jacket and tie had been cast aside. He was on his knees, tearing through the rubble with his bare hands.

Of course, there was security nearby. But not out digging with him. No, this was his moment. He was out there with the firemen and the ordinary folk, doing his bit to help his city in the aftermath of war.

"Come on," he muttered to himself, "Where are you?"

Then he saw it. A hand, blackened with dust and debris. With newfound strength, he pulled through the rubble at an increased speed, casting as much aside as he could until he saw a face underneath the wreckage

A girl. It was a little girl!

She couldn't be older than 8. But she'd survived, against all the odds. Luthor smiled at her as he pulled the last of the wreckage of her.

"I've got you honey."

Luthor picked the girl up, and stepped away from the wreckage. And then he paused for the barrage of camera flashes. Lex Luthor, dirt and sweat streaming from him, a rescued girl in his arms. There was an image of a real hero for the little people to gawp at open-mouthed.

Luthor carried the little girl past the glare of the cameras. He found a waiting ambulance, and the medics took the girl off his hands.

"My dad..." she asked weakly.

Luthor paused for a moment, then smiled dismissively, patting the girl on the head and letting the ambulance drive off. Lex Luthor dragging a middle-aged man on his back? That wouldn't lok quite so impressive on the front page...

 

[Logan Howlett]

Constantine


Several days ago


I had been sitting in my apartment for a few hours when I turned on the TV to see what looked like the end of the world. The Apocalpse I had always waited for. The fullfilment of the prophecies written in Revelation. But it cant be. I would have known, there would be at least some dots to connect here, I would have seen something. At that moment I felt the ground shaking. An earthquake? I am in L.A. it is possible, but no......thats not it. I get up and look out the window to see huge ships filling the sky.

What the hell?

I rush down outside to find out whats going on. At that moment these demonic creatures start making there way out of the ships. Are they demons? No......no they cant be, Id be able to tell. I could sence it if they were demons........but......these things are something else. They start flowing through the streets like locausts, luckily I brought some equalizers. I pull out my shotgun and start layin into these creeps. They keep on comin. Those ships are tearin through the city like crazy. Keep it together John. At that moment I see Demon Half-Breeds rushing out of clubs and resteraunts. What are they doing, try to enjoy the chaos?.........no......No thier fighting, what the hell?

Whats the matter Demon, these arent friend of yours?

No way! You think Lucifer would be as stupid as to make this kind of blatent invasion? No man theres a procces to the way the boss works, these guys are just comin down like rain thinkin they own the place. They aint Lucifers guys thats for sure........no......no they look like.......Darksied's goons.

Amidst a hail of gunfire and light I ask'

Darksied, who the hell is Darksied.

Hell has nothing to do with it. Hes from another place, another planet actualy, somehow hes got it in his head that hes more powerfull than the boss, what an IDIOT!

AN ALIEN?! Come on stop yankin my chain demon.

Im not, didnt you watch the news, he's in New York right NOW! Fightin with superheros.

Now youve defibnately lost it. Superheros? Freaks in tights playing Superhero maybe but Superheroes? Come on, no such thing, Aliens too.

So you believe in Angels, Demons, Hevan, Hell, God, and the Devil, but Aliens and Superheroes are just pure fiction?

...............Good point. But do ya know what the realy cool thing is?

What?

Thanks to these aliens I can deport your sorry ass and no one but God will even know.

Huh?

I toss a vile of holy water in his face melting the flesh away, and unload a round from the shotgun blowing the rest right off his neck.

I dont need a demons help.

I keep blowing away these "alien" freaks until finaly Im outa rounds. At that moment one of them jumps right at me. Time pauses. This is it, this is how I die. It has to be, I cant survive this thing and Im outa amo. Will I go to Heaven, or Hell? I guess I'll know real soon. But suddenly and inpossibly, he disapears in front of my eyes. Not just him, all of them, the ships too.

What the ****?


*Present Day*


I still dont understand, what the hell happened. Im watchin the news, been watchin for days. I hear things about things I never knew were out there. Heroes, honest to God Superheroes. And aparantly a few of them were stranded on those ships tryin to save everyone. I hear some bald guy make some press confrence trashing these heroes, one in particular, guy called Superman, and aparantly hes an alien too. How are aliens and demons connected? How did that demon know all about that Darksied guy? Somethins up, somethin I never heard of. These aliens could cause alota problems for people like me, and if thier in ANY way connected to Luccifer or Demons, than the guys tryin to save those stranded fellas might be in for more than they know. Only one way to figure this out.

One round trip to New York city please.

Will that be all for you today mister.......Consatntine.

Yea, thanks.

Your welcome, and thank you for flying United.

 

[Logan Howlett]

What am I thinking? I....

"You.....you're right. I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out by this whole situation."

Ok lets head out. Dont run, but walk fast, keep a low profile. Lets try and make it to that building without becoming the local version of pupy chow.


We walk for about twenty minutes in complete silence. You could cut the tension in here with a knife. Finaly we reach the door. Its bigger than he said.

WOW! Oooook. Lets rip it apart quik. (SNIKT!)

All of us but Queeny start tearin through the door like its paper. Must suck not havin super strength or claws. We finaly get all the way through, damn thats thick. At that moment were greeted with reality. About 200 armed guard all waitin for us in one room.

Well.........at least youll be fit for P.E. when ya get back Spidey.

 

[The Question]

"Not quite. You guys are the distraction, remember?"

I grab Queen and Fury and run away. I make my way to a side wall.

"Okay, ready for some breaking and entering?"

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"Not quite. You guys are the distraction, remember?"

I grab Queen and Fury and run away. I make my way to a side wall.

"Okay, ready for some breaking and entering?"

IC: Darkseid

Parademons swarmed the humans as they entered his palace. Darkseid observed the ensuing chaos with interest. Two of the mortals fought with passion, cutting through the Parademons like chaff. Three others broke away, doubtless hoping the other two would serve as an apt distraction. The were wrong, of course. This was the seat of his power, and the fools hadn't the intelligence to even attempt stealth.

He would wait. Bide his time, let them uncover a Motherbox he had planted in anticipation of their arrival. Only on the cusp of their victory would he appear, and then he would exact his vengeance.

 

[SuperFerret]

Dinah crossed her arms and looked at Tony, catching sight of a wine bottle on the table in the back of the room. Her eyes went wide and she stopped herself from running and picking it up to throw it away.

If he was gonna air dirty laundry it wasn't her concern.

"Yes, why are we here?"

"We're here to rescue Spider-Man, Green Arrow and the others on the ship when it disappeared. According to my information, instead of being destroyed when Reed used the Nullifier, they were transported to Darkseid's homeworld, Apokolips. The place is like Hell itself, and I'm not even sure if they're alive, but we have to at least try and rescue them."

Dinah looks annoyed, and so does the Flash, their questions were more like accusations. We're going to have a long talk later on, Dinah and I.

 

[wiegeabo]

"We're here to rescue Spider-Man, Green Arrow and the others on the ship when it disappeared. According to my information, instead of being destroyed when Reed used the Nullifier, they were transported to Darkseid's homeworld, Apokolips. The place is like Hell itself, and I'm not even sure if they're alive, but we have to at least try and rescue them."

Dinah looks annoyed, and so does the Flash, their questions were more like accusations. We're going to have a long talk later on, Dinah and I.

"Yeah, you said somethin' about gettin' those guys back before we came here. But I'm here to get another crack at Darkseid. So, how we gettin' there. Got some fancy spaceship layin' around?" Something else comes to me. "Hell, do you even know where the Apokolips is?"

 

[SuperFerret]

"Yeah, you said somethin' about gettin' those guys back before we came here. But I'm here to get another crack at Darkseid. So, how we gettin' there. Got some fancy spaceship layin' around?" Something else comes to me. "Hell, do you even know where the Apokolips is?"

"No spaceship. I've been working on a way to get there, and I think I've got it. I've come into possession of some Apokoliptan technology called a Motherbox, and it's given me some ideas on how to do it. Boom tubes." Puzzled looks across the room. "They're like wormholes, and that's how Darkseid got here in the first place. And we're going to use one to get there, and back."

 

[MaskedManJRK]

IC: Batman:

The Joker grabs the gas mask in his pocket and smashes it across Batman's face. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a joybuzzer. He slips it on his finger and grabs Batman by the hand, hitting him with a taser shock.

"Now Batman, I'm not going to kill you. I mean, it wouldn't be that funny. Besides, I need to let you live. Every comedic preformer needs his straight man."

The Joker walks out the back exit.

"Ta ta for now!"

I wake up on the floor of the alley, a rat too close to my face for comfort. My opening eyes scares it away, as I get up, bones cracking and muscles sore.

That...Joker...tore me apart like I was an ametur. ...Well, I am an ametur, but still, he took me by surprise. If I find him again, I will take him much more seriously.

If? No. I WILL find him again.

I look down and inspect my suit. The acid must have eaten through more then I thought--the hand that he shocked me with was almost compeltely eaten away, which was probably how his "joy buzzer" (God, I feel stupid just thinking like that) was able to take me out.

I walk back to the car and drive back to the Manor. I have a lot of sowing to do...

***

The next night, after I my suit repaired, I investigate a crime scene I heard from last night.

Double-homicide, reports from a woman who was found a few blocks away the scene said that this "gruesome twosome" were attempting to rape her, and both her and several others who collamorated at the scene said that a caucasion man around his mid-fourties in all black brutally murdered the two.

I found this out, when Dick tossed me the newspaper that showed it. I wondered how a reletively small crime would have made print, until I read it.

Turns out, from the description of the man, that he's about the same discription of a vigilantie serial killer who calls himself The Punisher.

I took a look around the area, seeing if there was anything that could help me find this "Punisher." Nothing--wasn't expecting anything but a long shot, anyway. Looks as though I'll have to hunt for him.

***

I continued on my patrol, cutting into the East End, into the Narrows. There's mugging in an alley next to the Onyx club. I stop on the curb and jump out--

BANG BANG.

I run faster into the alley when someone runs out of the alley right in front of me--the man that was being robbed. He runs right into me, looks up at me, screams like a banshee, and runs off. I run into the alley and look into its depths.

He stands with a smoking .45 in his hand, with the man under him, bleeding to death from a massive hole in his chest. He wears all black--pants, shoes, shirt, and trenchcoat. There's almost no color on him--save his pistol, buckles around his belt and gun straps...and a white skull on his shirt.

The Punisher.

Wait...I think I've seen this man before. Where... No. Later. Keep in character.

"You're going to have to answer for that."

 

[taskmaster]

I've been on my way to find Bobby for a couple of days. Been getting closer, more info has been coming in since I made the news. I was just leaving a club where I had talked to someone who worked at the bar Gnucci was set up at. I walked down an alley finding a man being mugged. The mugger saw me and grabbed the man, using him as a human shield. Most people would have tried to talk the mugger down but I saw a shot so I took it. Hit the mugger between his eyes. The man runs away. I walk toward the mugger, ready to move on to my next target, then I hear a scream. I turn to see a man dressed like a bat.

"You're going to have to answer for that."

So, this was The Batman. Gotham's protector. He's been taking on crime his own way.

"For what? Stopping a robbery and possibly saving a man's life. How long was that bastard going to be allowed to walk the streets before he finally killed someone. Were you going to stop him? Send him off to jail, where he'll get out in a day if he pays the right people. The world is better off with him dead."

The Batman takes a step closer to me, so I raise my gun. I don't intend on killing or even hurting this man. He's trying to do good in this city. But it looks like this is going to end in violence.

"Stay out of my way and I'll be gone after I finish my business in Gotham."

 

[The Question]

The Joker strolls along the old East End wharehouse district. It was abandoned. Nothing but junkies and rebelious teenagers hanging around there.

The Joker ponders what happened at the opera house. Batman, he thinks. What a strange fellow. Interesting taste in clothes. I'd ask where he got them, but I can't stand going to S&M shops. The clientel are usually quite rude. But still, Batman's demenor. He was so rude. Cold. Humorless. He'll be so fun to play off of.

As The Joker walks, six teenagers step out of the shadows. Two girls (twins), and four boys. They whisper to each other.

"holy ****, is that the guy?"

"you go over to him."

"me?"

"yeah, you. go."

The fat one steps over to The Joker.

"Umm, Hi."

"Well hello there yourself! Now, what are six fine young people such as youselves doing in a place like this? You never know what kind of crazies are lurkin' around."

".....are you The Joker?"

The Joker leans in close to the young man.

"I dunno. You think I look like a joker?"

"A...are you the guy who killed all those people in the opera house?"

"Why? You wouldn't happen to be art critics, would you?"

"N...no. We....me and my friends that is....we saw it on the news. They said the guy who did it was dressed like a green haired clown in a purple suit. We think what you did was totally rad."

"Ah. FANS! I'm just sarted out and I have a following already! What's your name?"

"Charles. Charles Buntz."

"Well, pleased to meet ya', Charles. Can I call ya' Chuck?"

"Sure."

"I'm not gonna call you Chuck. Too bland. You look more like a Chucko."

"Okay."

"So, Chucko, are you gonna introduce me to your friends or what?"

"Right."

Chucko gestures to a tall, muscular lad with pale skin and no hair.

"That's Ben."

Chucko gestures to two twin girls with strawberry blond hair.

"Those are Delia and Deidre. We call 'em the Deeds."

Chucko gestures to a tall lanky kid who looks like the mutant love child of a goth and an emo.

"That's Stewart."

Chucko gestures to a short boy with long, scragily hair and very long fingernails.

"And that's Woof. We don't know what his real name is. He doesn't answer to anything else."

The Joker steps forwards and slowly looks at each of the kids one by one. Tears begin to well up in his eyes.

"I've finally found my supporting cast. Kids...."

The Joker's face twists into a large, toothy grin.

"I think this is the begining of a beautiful friendship."

 

[twylight]

Dinah leaned on a nearby countertop.

"Umm..great plan, but who's going to lead us? Or are you the self-appointed leader?

And how do we even know these 'boob toobs' will work?"

 

[SuperFerret]

Dinah leaned on a nearby countertop.

"Umm..great plan, but who's going to lead us? Or are you the self-appointed leader?

And how do we even know these 'boob toobs' will work?"

OOC: YOWZA!!! I'm so looking forward to the honeymoon.

"I was thinking that we could vote on a leader. I wouldn't mind the position, but some people may object." I walk over to my fiance, and look her in the eye, "And who said that you're coming along anyway, Miss "Canary", is it? We're venturing into hell, and even the most powerful of us may not come back alive, what makes you think that you'd last long at all? I personally don't want your blood on my hands for taking you along."

 

[twylight]

Dinah raised her eyebrow, her anger just under the surface.
This was the man she was going to marry? The ring around her neck burned her chest and she glared at Tony through her mask.

"What makes a Millionaire with toy's think he'll last even a second in hell?

Or is your tin suit insulated?"

She walked up to him, placed herself squarly in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

"I can take care of myself. I might even manage to watch your back."

 

[SuperFerret]

Dinah raised her eyebrow, her anger just under the surface.
This was the man she was going to marry? The ring around her neck burned her chest and she glared at Tony through her mask.

"What makes a Millionaire with toy's think he'll last even a second in hell?

Or is your tin suit insulated?"

She walked up to him, placed herself squarly in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

"I can take care of myself. I might even manage to watch your back."

Damn, I struck a nerve there. She seems so confident in herself too, and she was around during the whole Darkseid stand-off, maybe she can take care of herself, like she says. Still, I'm gonna watch her like a hawk.

"Darling," I say, smiling my classinc millionaire playboy smile, "I'm just making sure that you know what your getting into. I am a knight in shining armor, after all, and I can't just let a sexy lady such as yourself be unprepared."

I lean in close and whisper, "I hope you know what you're doing here. I'd die if I lost you in this."

 

[twylight]

Damn, I struck a nerve there. She seems so confident in herself too, and she was around during the whole Darkseid stand-off, maybe she can take care of herself, like she says. Still, I'm gonna watch her like a hawk.

"Darling," I say, smiling my classinc millionaire playboy smile, "I'm just making sure that you know what your getting into. I am a knight in shining armor, after all, and I can't just let a sexy lady such as yourself be unprepared."

Dinah brought her head back as he spoke, alcohol on his breath and his teasing playboy tone in his voice. Whenever he spoke like that she always feared that he was getting practice somwhere else besides her. This time however she was glad her face was behind a mask. If he'd have spoken to her like this to her face, as Dinah Lance, she'd have showed him what her years of Martial Art's training had done for her. And would do for him.

She opened her mouth to speak another insult as he leaned over.

"I hope you know what you're doing here. I'd die if I lost you in this." He whispered, his breath heavy with alcohol, tickled her neck. Her heart softened and she resisted the strong urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him.

"Trust me I'll be okay. And....I'm sorry" She added the last to cover her next words.

She pulled her head back as if in disgust.

"Well, if we do choose a leader I doubt very much if we'd pick an intoxicated, playboy millionaire who read to many Super Hero comics when he was young. And now fancies himself a Superhero wannabe."

She said bittingly. Her anger turned to worry as she remembered that he had no hero training and was raw. She glanced at Jay worried, seeing him an idea dawned.

She turned and faced the group. Her eyes meeting with the Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Sue Storm and Juggernaut.

"We need someone with experience, not necessarily strength or brains, but someone who can make us a 'team'. I shamelessly suggest Jay Garrick, from the JSA as a leader."

 

[wiegeabo]

"I was thinking that we could vote on a leader. I wouldn't mind the position, but some people may object." I walk over to my fiance, and look her in the eye, "And who said that you're coming along anyway, Miss "Canary", is it? We're venturing into hell, and even the most powerful of us may not come back alive, what makes you think that you'd last long at all? I personally don't want your blood on my hands for taking you along."

How dare he?!? What makes him think he's hero material?

Dinah raised her eyebrow, her anger just under the surface.
This was the man she was going to marry? The ring around her neck burned her chest and she glared at Tony through her mask.

"What makes a Millionaire with toy's think he'll last even a second in hell?

Or is your tin suit insulated?"

She walked up to him, placed herself squarly in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

"I can take care of myself. I might even manage to watch your back."

Pride wells up in my chest. You tell him Dinah.

Damn, I struck a nerve there. She seems so confident in herself too, and she was around during the whole Darkseid stand-off, maybe she can take care of herself, like she says. Still, I'm gonna watch her like a hawk.

"Darling," I say, smiling my classinc millionaire playboy smile, "I'm just making sure that you know what your getting into. I am a knight in shining armor, after all, and I can't just let a sexy lady such as yourself be unprepared."

I'm really starting to not like this arrogant son of a...What does Dinah see in him?

Dinah brought her head back as he spoke, alcohol on his breath and his teasing playboy tone in his voice. Whenever he spoke like that she always feared that he was getting practice somwhere else besides her. This time however she was glad her face was behind a mask, if he'd have spoken to her like this to her face as Dinah Lance she'd have showed him what her years of Martial Art's training had done for her.

She opened her mouth to speak another insult as he leaned over.

She pulled her head back as if in disgust.

"Well, if we do choose a leader I doubt very much if we'd pick an intoxicated, playboy millionaire who read to many Super Hero comics when he was young. And now fancies himself a Superhero wannabe."

She said bittingly. Her anger turned to worry as she remembered that he had no hero training and was raw. She glanced at Jay worried.

I can see it in Dinah's eyes. She's nervous, unsure of herself. She grew up with us, was trained by the JSA, but she was never actually a member. Never went out and fought until the invasion. She knows she doesn't have the experience. Thank god she's smart enough to realize it.

But I can also see in the way she carries herself...Dinah was born to be a hero. She's got the gift, it's just natural for her. Combine that with her intelligence, raw skills, and the experience she'll learn...

She'll be running this team in no time. I guess our little girl is really grown up. I can't help but smile, and I throw the reassuring smile her way.

"Trust me Mr. Stark, Black Canary can more than take care of herself. She learned from the best."

"But let me be blunt. If this group is looking for a leader, I'm probably the best qualified. I've been fighting the good fight since before you were all born, and have experience leading groups of heores."

"We can tell gramps."

I ignore the Juggernaut. "But I won't insist on it. Whoever is chosen to lead needs to have the confidence of the others. To have their respect. And I'll give them all of my experience and support."

As I say these words, one though crosses my mind. If only Steve Rogers was here...

 

[Midnight Ice]

"Help! Help me!"

Lex Luthor was digging. Frantically searching for the owner of the weak, pleading voice. He was on the streets of Metropolis, amongst the ruins of an alien attack. His jacket and tie had been cast aside. He was on his knees, tearing through the rubble with his bare hands.

Of course, there was security nearby. But not out digging with him. No, this was his moment. He was out there with the firemen and the ordinary folk, doing his bit to help his city in the aftermath of war.

"Come on," he muttered to himself, "Where are you?"

Then he saw it. A hand, blackened with dust and debris. With newfound strength, he pulled through the rubble at an increased speed, casting as much aside as he could until he saw a face underneath the wreckage

A girl. It was a little girl!

She couldn't be older than 8. But she'd survived, against all the odds. Luthor smiled at her as he pulled the last of the wreckage of her.

"I've got you honey."

Luthor picked the girl up, and stepped away from the wreckage. And then he paused for the barrage of camera flashes. Lex Luthor, dirt and sweat streaming from him, a rescued girl in his arms. There was an image of a real hero for the little people to gawp at open-mouthed.

Luthor carried the little girl past the glare of the cameras. He found a waiting ambulance, and the medics took the girl off his hands.

"My dad..." she asked weakly.

Luthor paused for a moment, then smiled dismissively, patting the girl on the head and letting the ambulance drive off. Lex Luthor dragging a middle-aged man on his back? That wouldn't lok quite so impressive on the front page...

"Lex!" Captain America said as he caught up with him.

"Any news on what happened to all the ships? Also, good job on saving that little girl. She was lucky you were nearby. I just hope she is reunited with her family soon. Whats next?"

 

[SuperFerret]

"Trust me Mr. Stark, Black Canary can more than take care of herself. She learned from the best."

"Learned from the best"? What is that supposed to mean?

"But let me be blunt. If this group is looking for a leader, I'm probably the best qualified. I've been fighting the good fight since before you were all born, and have experience leading groups of heores."

"We can tell gramps."

I ignore the Juggernaut. "But I won't insist on it. Whoever is chosen to lead needs to have the confidence of the others. To have their respect. And I'll give them all of my experience and support."

"I agree, both with what you just said, and Black Canary's nomination. I think that speech of yours proves that you have what it takes to lead us in this."

 

[Victor Creed]

"Not quite. You guys are the distraction, remember?"

The kid runs off with Queenie and the geezer and Logan and I are left to hundreds of these aliens. What the hell are they.

Time for some fun.

Let's do it.

I flip my robe off (aint no sense in hidin' now) and grab the alien closest to me by the arm. While I hold him, I pull the gun from his hand and shoot him with it between the eyes, then toss it aside and drop him. Logan's lookin sharp, just tore through 3 of em in one swipe.

Aint lookin too bad there Logan.

I hold another alien close and snap his neck.

Maybe that school of yers ain't let ya go too soft after all.

It looks like he don't even hear me. He's back in the zone, just like our old days. Special Ops all over again. He's got a pile layin at his feet a few minutes later and I aint far off from it. Amidst all the gunfire a huge dog jumps out and pins me down.

What the hell.........DOWN BOY!

I grab the dog around the head the throw him into the wall, he slumps down, unconscious. I run over, pull my knife out and jam it down through the top of his head and spin around in time to slash one of the alien's throats. I see Logan pop a claw through another dog's eye and kick one hard in the jaw with his boot. The dog's jaw lay dangling and broken from it's face as it tries to attack Logan. He dodges and rams it into the wall, creating a dent and crushing the beast. I look around and notice that the other aliens had withdrawn down another corridor.

I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. Adrenaline was surging through me, It felt great, I had finally seen some action, and it wasn't over. I look over at Logan as he's pullin his claws outta the alien he had pinned against the wall. Bodies are lyin everywhere 60, 70 aliens at least and a couple dozen dogs. His armor's got scratches all over, dents too, it's verging on useless now. Mine ain't much better, neither of us has our helmets either, who knows what happened to em.

Logan, looks like the cowards are runnin.

He looks up.

Then let's go catch em. After we finish 'em off we can go find the rest of our team and get the hell off this ****hole planet.

I pick up the remains of my robe and begin to wipe off my knife blade as we walk slowly down the corridor leading back outside. We both stop for a minute to catch our breath and that's when I notice the gash in my arm right below the armor.

 

[TheTurtle]

"But I won't insist on it. Whoever is chosen to lead needs to have the confidence of the others. To have their respect. And I'll give them all of my experience and support."

Now theres a power struggle? For god sakes, are we gonna rescue anyone today. We don't need a plan, we need to get moving. Hell, jumping in without a real plan is half the fun. All these guys with their plans and their "risk factors". Hell if I hadn't said "the hell with it, I'm going to outer space" without thinkin about what could go wrong I would't be my amazing self today... let's quit the arguing and do something.

"I agree, both with what you just said, and Black Canary's nomination. I think that speech of yours proves that you have what it takes to lead us in this."

He's just gonna cave in like that? God I thought he might fight back a little more. What a wuss. Still... I suppose the Old Flash guy could lead us...

"Personally I'm up for my main man Reed to lead us, seems... SAFER, but if this is who you guys want..."

I look over to the old guy. Better hope you don't have a heart attack down there pops.

 

[wiegeabo]

I can tell the kid next to Richards doesn't think much of me. You don't live as long as I do in this job without learning how to read people. Besides, he's not that hard to read. Richards isn't a bad choice. Certainly better than Stark.

"Richards could do it. He's smart, and already leads a team. But there is one man who even puts my experience to shame. Who knows how to lead a team of superpowered people. Who knows strategy, tactics, and how to fight. If at all possible, I think it might worth recruiting...Captain America."