The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG Seasson II Game Thread

My country needs me.

A man stands in the gym of SHIELD Headquarters, located in New York. He's sweating, but far from tired, as he finishes his rounds with the punching bag.

Every single day, me and my troops go out there to fight some kind of Global threat. We've been lucky, so far.

The man finally stops, grabs his towel from a nearby rack, and throws it over his shoulder. Picking up a water bottle that was next to it, He lifts it, and drinks, taking in the cold liquid after hours of brutal self-training.

But I can't help but feel that one day, we may not be able to catch a break. One day... We may fail America. And that possibility is not... and will not... be accepted by any of us. Especially me.

The man walks to the locker rooms, located just across the hall from the gym of the highly technologically advanced base. As he enters, he looks to his left, seeing the names on each individual locker. The names of solidiers... Not unlike the one's he fought, back in WWII.

Lucky... So far....

The man stops at one locker. On it, reads the name of one of America's greatest, if not the greatest, warriors of all time. At least... That's what everyone else thinks. He doesn't have time to make that kind of judgement of himself. He simply knows there's a job to be done. The name on the locker reads...

ROGERS, STEVE

He opens it, revealing the blue attire inside. One thing, above all, is noticeable within it. The Stars. Two of them. One on the torso area of a bodysuit... And one on a shield, sitting at the bottom of the locker.

Am I just being paranoid?

Steve takes the bodysuit, and immediatley stuffs his muscular legs into the bottom half. He then places his feet in the tall, crimson boots, before beginning to tie the laces of them.

Or... Should that be my job, as a leader for this team? To be paranoid? Is there anything wrong with it?

As Steve finishes with the boots, He throws the shirt over his head, and pulls it down to where the top of the pants end. He then takes out a brown leather belt, and wraps it around his waist, fastening it as it comes to the front. A red and white pattern can now be seen stretching across his abdominal area.

No matter. If I'm going to be paranoid, I'll keep it to myself, for now. One rule in war... Focus on the mission. Nothing, except the mission. And being paranoid is not the objective of any mission I've ever been apart of.

Crimson gloves with pouches attatched to the wrist areas go over Steve's hands, fitting perfectly, along with the rest of the suit. Steve then looks into the locker, seeing the final two pieces. He grabs the one at the bottom, and looks at it, for a long moment. The large Red, White, and Blue shield. It reminds him of why he does this. Not that he needs to be reminded... It's his life, now.

I only know one thing...

Steve grabs the final piece of the outfit. The mask, with the large 'A' adorned on it's forehead. He pulls it over his head, as his ears pop out of it. The mask fits snugly over his face, and becomes one with the rest of the suit, as He gets up, and walks out.

I'm not giving up on my team just yet.

Steve Rogers doesn't exist, anymore. He died in WWII. He died a hero. Now, there was a new hero. One that served a newer America that he was still getting used to. And it wasn't Steve Rogers that he went by...

"Time to go to work.", He says to himself, as He walks out to the main part of SHIELD Headquarters, ready to start the day.



...It was Captain America.

 

Osborn looked over the city through the window of his new office, a large dimly lit room with his desk, a computer, a various hidden security measures. He looked over the city that took him back in and put on a pedestal. He was New York's new friend...what fools. He lit up a cigar and looked over his construction crew working on a building that was damaged during a supervillain attack. This time it was the Shocker. He blew up a police car sending it crashing into the building. Although there was Norman picking up the pieces helping his fellow New Yorkers. Although Herman will be out soon. Some how Herman would end up with the best lawyers in the city and would be out in public again. He pressed a button on his intercom.

"Any calls for me?"

"Nothing Mr. Osborn but you do have a 12 o'clock with a Mr. Marko"

"Ah yes thank you"

He sat down on his desk and looked over various files. Flint Marko, Sandman yes he would be good for a job but he needed someone with intelligence to carry off this final mission. Scrolling down list he thinks he has found his man but that will for later. He opens a drawer and pulls out a mask. He holds it up to the computer screen. The rest of the OZ formulas may have been destroyed but the Green Goblin will always be around.

 

Well.. to reasons unknown to me, i wasto be set free from jail and even though i had been there for a month if that, alot had changed. I had met people in prison who could see what i could do, and i was offered the job of protecting the Triad boss, which would be a good paying job, but i wouldnt be happy knowing i was helping the triads to kill people.
So, all i can expect is that someone has plans for me, i dont know who and i do not know why. I thought about the city, of who could possibly know enough about me to get me out of a life sentence, yet all i knew that would come out of it would be death. there had been one already, and if the person who freed me had enough sway to get me out of prison, im sure they will want me to repay the favour; CIA? DEA? no... i have nothing to with them... this comes from higher up.
The Prison gates opened, and i took a few steps out... A man stood waiting for me, he stared at me dead in the eyes and beckoned me to get in the van. I got in and sat down, he smiled and looked at me.
"So, Young man...I think i may have a job for you"
I gulped loudly... damn, that didnt take long.

 

<Carnage>

"This is the place."

The cab stops in front of Parker's house.

Cabbie - "Ok kid that'll be eighty."

I form eighty bucks in my hand and give it to the cabbie and than get out of the car. I head toward the back of the house making sure not to walk past any windows just incase Parker's aunt is home. I look up and almost laugh out load when I see that Parker left his attic window open.

"Hm how stupid can you get kid, your making this so easy."

I crawl up to the attic window and crawl in. I have to admit, the kid has a nice set up here. Too bad he isnt going to live long enough to enjoy it. I plop down on a couch and wait for Parker to get home.

 

[Angle]

The last five minutes has passed in silence, with me and Ali sitting in the Professor's office with Professor Xavier sitting behind his desk staring at us. Im usually really patient but when your covered in dried up blood and your body feels like it wants to just lay down and die you tend to run out of patience really quick.

"You did want to talk to us right?"

 

Deep within a maximum security cell of the Triskelion sits a solitary figure, recovered from the damage sustained by people he had considered allies. He could not blame them though, Loki was after all a devious trickster by Asguardian standards. To decieve as many as he had done was no small feat, but how could Odin allow such a thing?

"FATHER!!!!!!"

Thor dropped to his knees and pleaded towoards the ceiling. It would not matter, his father had punished him. So long as he remained on Midgard to help the mortal his godly power, once his by birthright would only be granted to him so long as he wielded Mjolnir and even then he had to wear the belt of strength so that he could once again be strong enough to lift it and be imbued with it's mystical enchantments.

Of course SHIELD and everyone else involved were under the sway of his brother Loki. They believed him to be just a madman with powerful stolen technology, interrogated almost daily they tried everything to get their version of the truth out of Thor. After a while they stopped asking, no amount of sodium pentethol would work and soon the only company Thor had as he healed from his wounds was the mocking laughter and scheming look that no one could see of hear but him.

How long had he been locked up here... what had happened since his capture... so many things were uncertain. Except one thing, Loki would pay for this, no matter how long it took.

 

It was a quiet night for Norman. He look down at his watch and smiled. One minute later and an explosion was heard in his office. He looked bacj down at his watch.

"Right on time" he said to himself. He press a button on the intercom.

"Did you hear that?!" he pretended to sound worried

"Yes Mr. Osborn are you alright?" said his secertary

"I'm fine but I don't think those people prepare my ride I must go there at once"

"Yes sir Mr. Osborn"

A few minutes later Norman made his way to his limo. He got in and the limo drove to the scene of the accident. The limo pulled up the destruction and Osborn got out with a swarm of press around him.

"Mr. Osborn!"

"Norman!"

"Ben Urich Daily Bugle!"

Osborn pushed through the press and made his way closer. A police officer stopped him from going any closer.

"Let me through" he demanded

"Sorry Mr. Osborn can't let you through". He pushed his way through and the cop was surprised at the strength of Osborn. As he walks through he notice all the white sheets covering the bodies his man did too good of a job. A little girl was crying and screaming for her mother. Time to win an oscar he thought. He knelt down by the girl and hugged.

"Shh its going to be ok don't worry" Camera flashed getting pictures of him. Tomorrow's headlines would cover him providing the victims with money. If only Fury or Parker could see him now.

 

Jonesy's Casino, a place of hopes and broken dreams. People either make it at the tables or they lose everything. Both sides believe in fate, it was their fate to win big or it was fate that they lost the rent money and have to live in a shelter for a couple of weeks. Enough time to rebuild their lives and go back to trying to make them better, never realizing the possibility that it could all crumble down again.

I do not believe in fate.

I choose how my life is going to go. Jonesy agrees, he just doesn't want the people who come into his casino to agree with me. Jonesy and I have been friends since grade school, ever since I saw him getting his ass kicked because of his glasses. I fixed those kids really quick, used some things I picked up from Bruce Lee. All of the people I've ever met have wondered how I can do the things I can do. How I got straight A's in school, even though I never studied. How I could throw the football like a pro. Guess you could call me a fast learner.

I could have gone pro, but football wasn't what I really enjoyed. Football was just something to pass the time. It wasn't a challenge and what I really enjoy is a challenge. Even what I'm doing right now isn't what I really want to do. Sure helping out Jonesy with security is great, but it's just for the time being. I've been with Jonesy since the beginning and I'm going to be here to make sure he'll be okay on his own. It was funny to see what Jonesy did after he got his first profits from the casino. The first thing he had done was laser eye surgery, then he personally went to every house of the kids who had made fun of them and asked them to apologize. If they didn't he punched them square in the jaw, he had learned some things from me.


I don't know what I want to do after this. What's the next big challenge. People have been paying me for my services for a while now. Not all of my jobs have been legal but it helps pay the bills. Plus all of the illegal jobs are more of a challenge. I know I don't want to be doing illegal jobs for much longer, even though I know I won't be caught. Not many people know me by my real name, most people call me Taskmaster. A name Jonesy gave me while we were friends, that really stuck when it's was used as my nickname while I was on the football team.

After being lost in my own thoughts I almost don't here the gunshots. You'd think that this kind of thing would stop, considering the success rates but you can't stop some people from being dumb. I run up to Jonesy's office, to get a better look at what's going on and to ask what's happened.

"Hey Jonesy, what going on?"

"This isn't the time to be casual and you know it. Some guy got caught cheating, the other security officers tried to take him in until the cops showed up. The guy takes out a pistol and here we are."

"Don't sound so angry you know how this is going to end. I'll make an example out of him. You just make sure you start checking for weapons at the door, so I don't have to go though this crap every week."

"Thought you liked the challenge?"

"This isn't a challenge, this is a nuisance."

I kick the glass out of Jonesy's window, overlooking the casino and jump though it. The man aims the gun at me. In the next ten seconds the man recieves four broken fingers on his right hand, a compound fracture on his right arm, a broken left femur and a cracked skull. I throw his gun down after hitting him in the head once more with it. The cops finally rush in.

"You should have waited for us."

"Obviously not." I say as I point to the thug.

"Don't get cocky, you just got lucky, that's all."

"It's got nothing to do with luck."

I hear something as I walk back up to Jonesy's office, that'll change my life forever. A cop said something like "Lucky Newyork cops, get Spider-man or one of those other vigilantes to do their job for them and LVPD still gets called in for crap like this." Superheroes, I had never thought of that.

Maybe it was fate.

 

"I have scanned both your minds and am assured all of Apocalypse's influence has gone, but I imagine both of you must be quite...upset, over these events. It would be healthy for your mental states if you would talk to me about your feelings"

"Aw crap, we don't need the after school special, prof, we just need to shower. Look at us...look at Warren! Mostly Warren though" I give him a sly wink, although I'm pretty sure the professor catches it as he frowns in that tired kinda way. I'm trying to be lighthearted, but I can tell War's got Jean on his mind.

"Look prof, we're tired, we need time to rest and lick our wounds....and bury our friend. I think we're gonna be ok though." I take War's hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, I just hope he knows I'll stay by his side.

 

[Angel]

I smile slightly at Ali but don't say anything, it just feels wrong to smile when one of our own is gone.

"Ok I'll leave you two be for now but I still want us to sit down and discuss this, Its not healthy to keep all this bottled up ok."

I node my head and slowly get out of the chair and walk out of the Professor's office with Ali following not far behind me.

"Um you can have the shower first if ya want, I can wait."

 

"Sure, yeah. Ugh, I feel like I three inches of blood coating me...a lot of it not mine..." I grimace at the dark dry substance that stains my skin and swallow down the sick that rises in my throat.

"Uh, yeah. Need to shower. You could use Cyke's bathroom....you know he isn't here so..." I regret the words before they're even out of my mouth.

 

[Angel]

"No its ok I'll wait."

I walk up the stairs and head to my room, I collapes on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I don't know why im feeling like this, nothing ever happened between me and Jean but I still feel like a chunck of me died with her.

 

WOLVERINE




(The lower levels of the Xavier institute. Wolverine lies on a bed in the infirmary. All is quiet in the room. His body lays still.....unmoving.....barely with a noticable amount of life. His mind is no longer what it was, he has no actual thought at this moment, but instead something closer to a dark haze in his mind. A slight twitch comes to his left hand..........his mind is begining to reopen itself.)



........................................................................dark..................... .......................dark..............where......am.....I................I....... ...not........under.....stand..................

(Flash images rush through his mind. First of all a field, then a middle aged woman, proceded by a middle aged man with a large smile...........the smile turns to a frown..........blood pours from his mouth.................another image of the woman..........without her head...........................both dead on the floor..............a pair of red animal eyes in the corner of the room..................looking down at shards of bone protruding from hands......................now a yound redheaded girl........crying.......laughing.......crying.......and dead............................now mountains, forest, and men..........fighting............now with guns...............now on a beach.................now bombs..................... now killing men with bare hands...........now metal.........pain...........more metal...........a man in glasses........a woman and another man.....................now they are dead.........glass spread across the floor.............mountains and forest again..............now a man in a helmet........pointing.........yelling............now impaled.................................................................................more images, THOUSANDS more, to many. He cant concentrate...................his mind breaks...............)


"ARRARARAAAAAGAGAHGAGGAGHAHGAGHAGGAARRARAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRARRAR!"

(He rails against the bed restaints, but only in vein.........he is magneticaly sealed to the bed.......his adimantium skeleton restrained, making him unable to move.............)

"RRARARRRARRARRARARRRRRRARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHGhgggghghg..........."

(His mind gives up........lets go.......he cant take it........and once again lies comatose......)

 

1 second.. rewriting post

 

So, The fantastic four had liberated my people... my free state was being ravaged by the danes, i was put into the highest security prison in all of Denmark. But still, my plan had worked, even though the fantastic four had removed the tatoos tha helped me to control my people, they were still dependent on me; they had no other way of living without me. So valiantly they sprung me from prison and helped me to escape. I will definetly reward them, those who freed me will be my elite; the few mutants in the free state strong enough to fight the governments in my time of need.
But now as i sat in the Helicopter my mind waned onto other things, now i had to decide how i was going to reclaim my home. There were many powerful men in this world, of which i was unconscerned before... but now they could be great allies and even potentially bitter enemies. Men like Magneto, Doctor Octopus, Namor and even Norman Osborn; these men are potentially the most influencial in their own area... there were many roads i could take, and i am sure everyone will lead me to confrontation.
Hmm.. and yes i must deal with the Fantastic Four, despite the fact that i was the one that gifted them with their powers they still defy me and wreck my country. I will get my revenge on them one way or another... Who are they to intefere with my plans.
I leant my head against the window, which it hit with a clunk; This armour was a blessing, it gave me these special talents and skills of which my genius can control. My hooves make me stick out, i have yet to see the purpose of them... i am like a mettalic centaur without back legs, i geuss i can run quite fast. But these things that make me special and different are also a curse, a burden.
I see the looks of the small children, they are scared of my appearance at first. If they think the armour and hooves are disgusting, i dare not take off my armour, my baldness and scarred face would revolt them. Yet i will soon become an icon for people to respect and fear. and i knew of one man who could help me.

"Magneto"

 

I stand in the shower and let the hot water run over my skin, washing little red swirls towards the drain. I watch them, hypnotised, and images of death, murder, shimmer through my mind, making my spine tingle and the backs of my hands itch.

But those people I alive, I haven't killed anyone.

I did though, I can't deny it, not even to myself. I can still remember the feeling of flesh and bone tearing in apart, the splatter of blood.

I sit down on the shower floor, suddenly too hot and breathless. I rest my head on my knees and let the heat wash over me, washing away the blood, but not my memories.

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After I've washed and dried, I look through my drawers for something to wear. Clothes seem sparse though, I'll need to make a trip to the mall soon. I wonder if the prof will let me borow his gold card...

I throw on a pair of jeans and a red vest tee and set off to find War to tell him the shower's free. He's probably brooding in his room, so I go and knock gently on his door. I push it open a bit and see a darkened room, he's on his bed.

"Hey.."

 

[Angel]

"Hey."

"The showers free."

With a groan I pull myself off the bed and grab a pair of pants and a shirt from my drawers and head to the door. I lean forward and kiss Ali soflty on the lips.

"I'll be out in a few minutes."
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I walk into the bathroom and peel off the jump suit Apocalypse's scientist put on me and throw it aside. I climb into the shower and turn it on letting the water pour over me. As I watch the blood mix with the water I start to see what the monster that controlled my body made me do, I try to blot the images out but they kept coming. After a few minutes I climb out and start drying myself and dry my wings the best I can and throw on the clean clothes, I stop before walking out of the bathroom when I remember the blood soaked jumpsuit laying on ground. I bend down and pick it up balling it up in my hand and than leave the room. As I head back to my room I hear someone sobbing, I follow it until I come across Nightcrawler croached down against the wall in one of the side hallways with his face in his hands, I start to walk toward him. He looks up when I get close to him.

"Kurt do you want to talk or somth......"

With a burst of smoke hes' gone.

"I guess not."

I throw the jumpsuit into a bag and throw it back into my room and go look for Ali.

 

The medical wing was made of sterile, cold steel. That sanitary smell was soiled by the stench of a lit stoagie. Trails of smoke stretched across one of the hospital style rooms.

Nick Fury was leaning forward in a metal chair at the bed side of a young mister Peter Parker. A plasma screen television was built into the wall; playing a live broadcast of Osborns' rescue of a little girl conventiently infront of the lenses of the press.

"How does this make you feel?" Nick pointed a dark finger at the t.v.

 

I gaze around the dark room, all his possessions arranged so neatly. Not like me, my things stay wherever they land. I pull open the curtains and flood the room with light. Outside I see the still scarred tree, probably be a long reminder of discovering claws.

I fall down on the bed, dust pillowing up in the light. Looking around warily first, I bury my face in his sheets, just to be intoxicated by his scent.

"I'm back"

I jump up at the sound of his voice, surprised at his quick return.

"Oh, hi. I was just, um...yeah. So, you clean up pretty good" I smile and put my arms around his neck. "What now?" I ask with a slightly raised eyebrow.

 

[Angel]

I wrap my arms around her waist and wrap my wings around us.

"What now?"

I look out my window and notice what a beutiful day it is outside.

"Want to go flying?"

 

"It's so cool that my boyfriend can fly" I grin, as I look at him all the painful memories of the last few weeks simply fade away in his blue eyes. Man, Ali, you are getting too soft. Note to self, stop being such a *****.

He's looking at me waiting for an answer.

"For those of us not getting the message, that was a 'hell's yes!'"

 

[Angel]

I smile at her and walk over to the window and open it. Ali walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck again.

"Hold on."

I wrap an arm around her waist and jump out the window, I open my wings and take flight seconds before hitting the ground.