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Hank had a list of questions to ask, but when Captain America spoke, he decided it was best to wait his turn. The Captain had already asked the most important question anyway.

Before entering the warehouse, Arani takes a moment to check for rapidly approaching stormtrooper regiments, onlookers in the act of calling for stormtrooper regiments, beeping communicators which will summon a stormtrooper regiment unless someone answers it right now . . . That sort of thing.

Sorry! Will do. I guess I'm just used to my username being my character name, but I'll be more careful in future.

"That's four. I make five. In the absence of any other candidates, I believe the motion has carried. Any objections?"

Thanks! When he's written well, the Beast is a pretty witty guy, so I'm trying to raise my game. On the picture front - you'd think, with all the pictures of Hank in glasses and labcoat that have been drawn over the years, that I'd be able to find one online. No such luck. But here's Hank on...

Hank entered the meeting room and looked slowly around. "This is . . . new." Seeing Mr. Immortal take his seat, Hank proclaimed, "'Then all the knights of the Table Round marvelled greatly of Sir Galahad, that he durst sit there in that Siege Perilous, and was so tender of age'." Then, with...

"Oh, not at all, not at all. 'Mr. Immortal' is punchy; it gets the point across with no fuss. I just find the metaphysical implications fascinating. 'The undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveller returns' and yet you get frequent flier miles." Hank suddenly looked serious. "I had...

Hank nodded. "What the synthezoid said. It was a nice thought, but bad timing." Hank tried to subtly shepherd Mr. Immortal to the meeting room, showing him the way while avoiding the appearance of baby-sitting. At the doorway, he paused and raised a hairy blue eyebrow. "Immortal, huh...

I haven't read any Star Frontiers material in years, but I do clearly remember equipment specially designed for Vrusk hands. IIRC, the pistols had a sort of ball-shaped grip.

"No joke. I've already given my theory," Hank turned to Captain America. "Crossed timelines. The rest of us are assuming that our personal histories match, but I'm not sure that's the case." Turning back to Flint, he added, "If the meeting doesn't explain anything, I'll run some tests...

"You can be a revolutionary if you want." Hank grinned. "But space pirate is cooler. Looks better on a resume, too." Even after working together before, Hank still had to stifle the urge to salute when Captain America entered the room. "Ready and able, Captain. And even if Clint doesn't...

"Carol! I thought you were still off being a space pirate! Welcome back to the big blue marble." Hank cheerfully returned the hug. "Sorry about the exposition; there's something unusual going on, and I was just theorizing aloud."

"At the moment, we are." Hank visibly relaxed as he shifted into Lecture Mode. "Earth's -" he caught himself. "This Earth's mightiest heroes, who fight the good fight and do surprisingly little avenging, all things considered. The fact that you don't know that makes me suspect that we've...

"Is Wanda here yet? I suppose it takes a little longer to get to the meeting when you can't fly through walls, doesn't it?" Hank glanced at the doors, fully expecting the Scarlet Witch to enter at any moment.

It was the Beast's turn to look confused. "There's more to this situation than meets the blinking eye, Flint. I hope the meeting starts soon, because I suddenly have questions." Seeing the Vision appear, Hank nodded in greeting.

Kids? Hank crossed the room and extended a hand to the newcomer. "My friends call me Hank. And yes, I'm an X-Man, though I haven't been active for years. I guess you're new? Let me be the first to say, 'Welcome aboard.'" Hank looked around the mostly empty room. "Looks like we've got the...

Hank silently padded through the familiar hallways and into the main dining room. Once there, he scanned the chairs carefully; thanks to the simian curve of his spine, normal furniture was often quite uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Jarvis. It's always a pleasure." Hank parked the car, and then clambered out. He reached for one of his bags, but then pulled his hand back. It's delicate, I know, but Jarvis will be careful. Hank started toward the conferance room, lost in thought. I've been away so long...

Arani confers silently with Vor'en for a moment, then, assuming he has no objections, the pair open fire on the stormtroopers, using the corner of the warehouse as partial cover. ooc: Very presumptious to assign an action to Vor'en, I know. If he shows up and makes a move, or if there's a GM...