Outcasts Forever: Issue #1 - Red America

[Karl Green]

Wonderman, 5/5, unhurt

"Here's the deal. The others are in trouble and you can find out all about it now or you can come help and find out about it later. Time to sack up Simon. Are you going to fly with me or chat with Sandy."

Pulling out a set of sunglasses, Simon smiles and says "Whoa, first day on the job, and action already? I am so there, who are we going to be fighting? Doc Doom? Ultron? Galactus? I'm ready right now... the breifing can wait. Oh yea I can fly dude so no need to carry me."

 

[Gideon]

Iron Man, 6/6 HP, unhurt

"Crap!" quickly securing the helmet Stark gives a sharp nod at the new kid. "Janet, looking fantastic as usual. Get your uniform on we got trouble and we got strange time mechanics happening. Right now we need to go help out Cap and the others. We can't wait long so hurry up if you are coming."

When Janet leaves Iron Man's mask flips up and Tony quickly throws back his shots of whiskey. Giving out a sigh of contentment and the armors face plate closes again he looks over at Simon as he fidgits waiting for Wasp to get back "We are fighting commies kid! Binary, Cap, Falcon are the three still in the field where we are heading. We are fighting a Cap that switched sides, Titanium Man, Dark star, Collasus, Black widow, Crimson Dynamo, and an archer...possibly a Hawkeye that switched.

 

[Karl Green]

Wonderman, 5/5, unhurt

Looking at Wasp as she comes through "Wow that was Wasp? I saw a write up of her in TIME about a year ago...what a babe. OK Commies - ah what are they from Cuba or something? Losers. And Cap is there!? No way? Can't wait to meet him, he's like the best! This job just keeps getting better and better. This is like the best job is the best in the world - we get to kick-@$$, get the big dollars and fame. And I bet women, am I right? Ok when do we go? I feel the need to adjust someone face..."

 

[Keia]

Interlude III

Avengers Mansion
Early Afternoon

"Oh, good heavens, Jarvis. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: just Janet. If that ruffles your waistcoat too much, then call me Dr. van Dyne, hmm?" Waving the driver towards her room, she ruffles her short black hair and smiles sweetly at the kindly old man, suddenly very glad to see him again.

"Oh, no, good sir," Jarvis stated as the driver started to the stair. "I can't have a stranger running through the mansion - insurance . . . you understand."

The driver paled slightly and was more than willing to stay where he was. Jarvis took the packages and deftly slipped the man some money. The driver retreated somewhat more quickly than he arrived.

"Have the others arrived yet? I'm ravenous. Surely Tony's got something solid in the pantry."

"You could ask him youself, doctor," Jarvis stated.

"Crap!" quickly securing the helmet Stark gives a sharp nod at the new kid. "Janet, looking fantastic as usual. Get your uniform on we got trouble and we got strange time mechanics happening. Right now we need to go help out Cap and the others. We can't wait long so hurry up if you are coming."

OOC: Interlude III is now blended into I and II. Enjoy.

 

[Keia]

Supreme Soviet Compound
Manhattan
Early afternoon

"Before we start smashing things, let me try a more subtle approach. There's more to me than just a pretty face, you know."

As Beast observed the touch pad, microphone and speaker, Vision and Sandman kept their eyes and ears open for trouble. Both Beast and Vision heard faint singing upstairs . . . it seemed that the maid was moving to the upstairs.

It was Flint that noticed the two small camera eyes in the walls, one facing the stairs and one facing the door entrance . . . right where the trio was standing.

At the same time, Beast popped the touchpad and crossed a couple of wires,(a) bypassing the voice recognition, numeric code sequence, and lock in one fell swoop. The slight electronic hum, unnoticed until it was gone, had faded as well.

The door slid smoothly open (sliding into the wall) to reveal a typical computer server room . . . if your server had monitors on all of the walls, banks of electronics running beneath them and a silver metallic humanoid sitting in a high-backed swivel chair. . .

“Greetings, Dr. McCoy,” a metallic, resonating voice issued forth from the humanoid, “My records indicate that you and your . . . companions . . . are not alive . . . I can’t have my records being faulty.”

(a) – Beast (using his Electronics Science [at -10]), rolled a natural 20 – wasn’t supposed to be this easy . . .but .

OOC: Summary . . . Vision (1 stun hit). Hp’s used (Beast 1, I think).

 

[Keia]

Madison and 43rd Street
Manhattan
Early afternoon

Battle Before the Baxter Building – Intermission

"Look, I know you won't believe me but I might as well try to talk while we have the time. I have no idea what's going on here. I have no idea why you want to kill me and actually I have no idea why I am even here either."

Darkstar listened to Carol’s explanation, doubt of Carol’s story clearly on her face . . . though she didn’t comment.

" . . . I hope even you don't hate me enough to sent me to the grave without knowing what's going on with my child."

“Da, Marvel Girl, I know of your daughter,” Laynia replied, “Perhaps the most famous daughter since Linbergh . . . and perhaps as tragic. You . . . and your husband Captain Marvel . . . a child born would have great mutant and psionic abilities . . . seized by the government for training and development. As you know, you . . . lost it . . . destruction in your path, killing many . . . including my brother, who had foolishly sought you out in hopes of helping you . . . .”

Darkstar’s voice trailed off as her mind drifted into darker memories.

"Me and my team are from all different points in time, all different realities, actually. We were brought together to find why this reality turned out so different and set it back in the correct direction. The team I have at the Soviets base are trying to find what changed this world so drastically. Once that is done we can get out of here and set this world back on course. Are you with me?"

“It would be an honor to help out –”

“Re-e—ed” Sue called out to him.

“-but I’ve got to think of my responsibilities as well,” Reed finished. “Sue . . . and I, need to bury our dead . . . flee the country . . . .”

"Sam! This is Jack! Can you get Carol and Marc back to the Baxter Building? We're regrouping and don't have much time before the rest of the Soviets arrive!"

“I can’t seem to bring Marc to you, Cap,” Falcon replied. “He sort of . . . faded away. I’m on my way.”

Within seconds, Falcon landed heavily, obviously protecting his right side. Redwing squawked in irritation. The Thing was, not so gently, slapping blue half-dollar shaped devices on each of the Red guardians, Dynamo, and Titanium Man. Cap could see Carol sitting on the ground about 100 feet away talking with a blonde woman – most likely Darkstar.

 

[Arani Korden]

Beast

“Greetings, Dr. McCoy,” a metallic, resonating voice issued forth from the humanoid, “My records indicate that you and your . . . companions . . . are not alive . . . I can’t have my records being faulty.”

"No need to put yourself out on our account," Hank said. "We just dropped by to check our e-mail. The computer network in Valhalla is down more often than not."

Hank instinctively backed up, and quietly said, "Ultron. Absurdly overpowered android. We don't have to beat him; just keep him busy long enough to access the computer, and we're out of here."

 

[Radiant]

Binary

Madison and 43rd Street
Manhattan
Early afternoon

Battle Before the Baxter Building – Intermission



Darkstar listened to Carol’s explanation, doubt of Carol’s story clearly on her face . . . though she didn’t comment.



“Da, Marvel Girl, I know of your daughter,” Laynia replied, “Perhaps the most famous daughter since Linbergh . . . and perhaps as tragic. You . . . and your husband Captain Marvel . . . a child born would have great mutant and psionic abilities . . . seized by the government for training and development. As you know, you . . . lost it . . . destruction in your path, killing many . . . including my brother, who had foolishly sought you out in hopes of helping you . . . .”

Darkstar’s voice trailed off as her mind drifted into darker memories.

"Well thanks, I guess that's a reason. Damn I prefer people who want to kill me for no reason at all. I can feel so damn righteous then I take them down."
Carol takes another moment to sigh and slowly stands up again.
"Captain Marvel eh? That's new. I don't even know which of the many carries the title right now. But I guss Carol could have fallen for a blond do-gooder like that. I'd go to save my daughter right now but it sounds like I allready tried that and it made no one happy. So I'll find out more before I act. Just one more thing, I can't believe that Steve Rogers would just stand by and watch that happen. As long as he leads any organization with some influence he wouldn't just let the government take my daughter away. Nevermind, this place is so screwed up I probably shouldn't try to make sense out of it."
Stretching she thinks of trying to change again but she hopes that she might not need it right now and stays in her human form.
"So what now? Will we go on blasting each other to bits?"

 

[BrotherGustadt]

Wasp

In the other room, Janet stops cold. Tony's voice...isn't right. Nothing she can put her fingers on, just...different, somehow. She shakes it off, thinking to herself that it must be the acoustics in the mansion. And then the full import of his words sinks into her. 'A Cap that switched sides, Black Widow, possibly a Hawkeye that switched...', and a list of names she's never heard before. Colossus she knew, a little bit of a surprise to find him involved with Communists, but the others... "Tony, what the hell are you talking about? Natasha and Clint defected? Who are Binary and Falcon, and what do you mean 'A Captain America'--I thought Steve was the only one, ever?" As she speaks, she walks briskly across the rooms to meet the two of you, shrugging off her jacket to reveal the purple-and-black costume underneath. She is short and slim, as befits her codename, just over five feet tall with short black hair and violet eyes, and clearly of Asian descent."Jeez, Tony, what did I--did I miss a meeting?"

 

[Karl Green]

Wonderman, hp 5/5, unhurt

A young (around 18) tall well-build, dark hair, California surfer kid is standing to the left of Ironman. His eyes are glow green, and is wearing a leather jacket over dark combat fatigues. He smiles somewhat foolishly and says "Hey, the name is Wonderman, Simon Williams, at your service. So lets get a move on and take care of these commies...whoever they are."