Liberty Squad: WW2 Mutants and Masterminds

[Mark Chance]

"Monsieur Buber? I am Lieutenant Alexandre Moreau. I am so glad that you made it safely."

"As am I, Lieutenant," Buber says, his accent a strange mix of French and Polish. "Tell me please: How long before we are in London?"

 

[Zhure]

Minuteman

"Excuse my people but I need Dr. Thimes." Paul said. "Hey Nick, put some clothes on will ya. There are some people here to see you."

Nick clears his throat nervously.

"I'll be there in a minute," Nick says, trying to be coy.

Once the nurse has left the room, Nick will don his street clothes quickly and then hurry out to catch up with Paul.

 

[garyh]

"Comrade-Serzhant Feodor, the central command has a special assignment for you and you will leave with me immediately. Stalin himself has written the order! You have been giving the chance to represent the Motherland and to portray the Soviet ideal to the world. I have a plane waiting for us to fly to Moscow and then to Murmansk. There we will take a submarine to England. You are instructed to follow my every order to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Comdrade-Major! I will make the Motherland proud," Ilyushkin replied.

 

[Yellow Sign]

"Let's 'ave a look at that letter, mate," the captain started, "What's so important that it has you runnin' 'round like a 'roo bein' chased by a pack of hungry dingoes?"

"Captain Dundee, Sir. You are you report to a waiting plane at Parks Airfield imediately. General Perkins orders sir. I guess you have about 15 minutes to get there. I have a truck ready to take you beyond those buildings." He points over to a group of buildings behind the frontline. "The General said you are to leave as soon as you get this message."

 

[Yellow Sign]

"Yes, Comdrade-Major! I will make the Motherland proud," Ilyushkin replied.

"Da! That is good. You know how to take orders I see." She says. Turning to General Vlasov, she says "Sir, we will leave at once."

Vlasov turns to the Red Bear and gives him a fatherly hug. "Keep yourself safe Feodor!"

The next weeks is a whirlwind of travel and new sights. Aboard a small bi-plane, you are taken to Moscow and then a train takes you north to Murmansk. Once in Murmansk you are rushed aboard a Russian submarine. It leaks badly and popping sounds and groans of bending steel haunt your trip. Major Ivanova briefs you on your assignment. You are to be part of a special allied squad of superpowered individuals and it is your responsiblity to represent the Soviet Union. Finally you make it to London and you are escorted to what looks like a small farm on the outskirts of London.

 

[Yellow Sign]

"As am I, Lieutenant," Buber says, his accent a strange mix of French and Polish. "Tell me please: How long before we are in London?"

Looking at his watch he says "In about 18 hours, I think. Come, let me get you settled and some hot coffee."

The trip is uneventful after that. You arrive in Portsmith and you are quickly placed on a train for London. You arrive in London around noon and are taken to what looks like a small farm north of London.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Nick clears his throat nervously.

"I'll be there in a minute," Nick says, trying to be coy.

Once the nurse has left the room, Nick will don his street clothes quickly and then hurry out to catch up with Paul.

You find Paul and another man waiting for you in office. "Nick this is Elmer Holmes Davis and he is a special representative of the president. He want to have a talk with you."

Mister West rises and shakes your hand. "Please be seated Dr. Thimes. The President wanted me to talk to you about a special project that he and Prime Minister Churchill are putting together. They are putting together a special group of individuals with abilities much like yours. They will be given dangerous assignments that normal men would find nearly impossible. He wanted to ask you if you would be interested in representing the U.S. on this team."

 

[Yellow Sign]

A Small Farm North of London

Lucian looked over the farm and for the life of him he could not tell that it was anything other that that. Down to the middle aged couple it was perfect. The machine gun nest in the barn was completely hidden. It was what was under this farm that would shock any german spy. A complete headquarters and enough space to bunk a company of soldiers. Looking over to the wheat silo that stood next to the farm he could see a few trucks parked infront of it. That must the this weeks supplies and shift of personel. You would not know that there was a tunnel that ran from the Silo to the farmhouse basement. Well the individuals should be arriving this week and he had better go get settled in.

 

[Darth Ecks]

"Captain Dundee, Sir. You are you report to a waiting plane at Parks Airfield imediately. General Perkins orders sir. I guess you have about 15 minutes to get there. I have a truck ready to take you beyond those buildings." He points over to a group of buildings behind the frontline. "The General said you are to leave as soon as you get this message."

"Righto, mate. 'e's always orderin' me to leave my blokes in combat. Make me proud, mates." And with that, Captain Dundee was off to the truck. "Let's shoot through. Wouldn't want to keep the man hangin' around."

 

[garyh]

"Da! That is good. You know how to take orders I see." She says. Turning to General Vlasov, she says "Sir, we will leave at once."

Vlasov turns to the Red Bear and gives him a fatherly hug. "Keep yourself safe Feodor!"

The next weeks is a whirlwind of travel and new sights. Aboard a small bi-plane, you are taken to Moscow and then a train takes you north to Murmansk. Once in Murmansk you are rushed aboard a Russian submarine. It leaks badly and popping sounds and groans of bending steel haunt your trip. Major Ivanova briefs you on your assignment. You are to be part of a special allied squad of superpowered individuals and it is your responsiblity to represent the Soviet Union. Finally you make it to London and you are escorted to what looks like a small farm on the outskirts of London.

Feodor is accutely uncomfortable in the small space of the submarine, not for pure claustrophobia, but because he really is far too large for the sub. He spends most of the trip ducking.

Upon arrival near London, he smiles at seeing the farm. "The proletariat toils everywhere," he tells his escorts, "and the people grow stronger."