Outcasts Forever: Issue #1 - Red America

[Keia]

Interlude II . . .

Avengers Mansion
Early morning

A cab pulled up to the heavy iron gate. Putting the car in park, the cabbie turned and looked into the back seat. "Buddy, you sure you want to go here? Dangerous place, I've heard."

The cabbie got a funny look on his face . . . almost like he was trying to remember something. "You look kinda familiar . . . ."

Simon Williams fingered the invitation he had received just the day before - an invitation to join the Avengers. Someone couldn't get much more visibility than to join them and do some good deeds. Maybe people would take notice . . .

OOC: Intro . . . Wonder Man! Only run off of your background and what I’ve presented so far. Have fun!!

 

[Mark Chance]

Madison and 43rd Street
Manhattan
Early afternoon

Battle Before the Baxter Building – Out of rounds (at the moment)

Falcon scanned the streets with Redwing in tow, the pain in chest and back growing more intense . . . a nagging reminder to his injuries. Between the pair, Moon Knight is spotted, laying face down along the side of a building. No one was within fifteen feet of him . . . and he wasn’t moving.

The Falcon limped as quickly as possible to Moon Knight, kneeling next to him to check for a pulse, signs of obvious bleeding, broken limbs, et cetera.

"Cap, I've found Moon Knight. He's out cold, maybe worse."

 

[Keia]

Supreme Soviet Compound
Manhattan
Early afternoon

The Vision received confirmation and proceeded on his task. The cables trailed into the basement and beyond. On sub-level one (one beyond the basement), there was a junction of sorts that lead into a room up ahead. This appeared to be the computer/communications room based on all available data.
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As Sandman moved into the workroom where Beast was, he heard and saw the woman still working on laundry and humming.

From the kitchen area, both heard a loud yell from a voice that didn’t belong to the two that were talking previously. The woman doing laundry became quiet and peered around the corner to look into the kitchen.

(If looking)
Standing in the kitchen, dripping wet with a towel held around his lower body was the unmistakable face of Steve Rogers. Loosely held in his other arm was a black leather bag, with a red chain mail costume hanging out of it and a communicator. “What the heck are you people doing down here?!?” Steve called out in anger (feel free to substitute expletives!). “Get your respective heads out of your butts!?! Didn’t you hear the distress call? Or are you too self-involved to maintain monitor duty?”

“Leave the Unit on monitor duty!” Steve continued. “Apparently, the Baxter brats are trying to escape with the help of . . . the Liberator and Marvel girl. We’ll talk about the fact that he was supposed to be dead on the jet, Clint. We leave in twenty seconds, let’s roll!”

With that, the trio begin to hustle out of the kitchen in varying directions, obviously following pre-assigned tasks.

OOC: Actions?

 

[Gideon]

Tony Stark, 6/6 HP, Full Health

"Make the flowers snap dragons with mixed bllue and yellows. That'll look good." Tony smiles and a nod to the driver.

"How are you? You look good! The boys and girls of superness treating you well?" Tony gives a little pat on the butlers shoulder on the way in the door. The message room down on level 2? That is tactical central and why would I need to go down there? Relax Stark, tequila sunrise?...sure celebrate the morning. "Could I have a Tequila Sunrise please? I seem to be parched." The boyish smile slapped all over Tony's face as he heads on down to the top secret meeting room.It isn't my birthday yet, they really didn't need to try and through me a suprise party...but, it should be fun. I wonder if she is scarlet under that uniform too..(thoughts float off into censored material)

 

[Keia]

Madison and 43rd Street
Manhattan
Early afternoon

Battle Before the Baxter Building – Intermission

Falcon landed unsteadily . . . as did Redwing. “Boss, you’re broadcasting pretty strong . . . you need to rest and heal up before you fall down.” Noticing Falcon’s expression quickly quieted the avian, however.

Examining Moon Knight, Sam noticed the trail of blood from a wound in his forearm. It looked as though he blocked an attack with his arm. The wound was deep, but not so severe as to have him on the ground. Turning Moon Knight’s head, Sam noticed that all of his veins were colored black on his face, neck, and even his arms. There was no pulse or breathing from him. When Sam went to move him again, he noticed that Moon Knight was becoming insubstantial.

“Ouch.” This very witty comment is all she can manage as she tries to lift her head and gain some semblance of balance.
“Can we stop now? This is really no way to start a day."

“Da,” Laynia groaned, “A couple of minutes to get our bearing . . . make this a fair fight. I will not strike you down when you are helpless.” To Carol’s eye, Laynia looked about as beat up as she felt.

“Reed, darling,” Sue started, “there’s still another one out there, and probably more on the way. You can’t take the time to hero wor- Ben! No!! That’s enough!”

Ben Grimm stopped, one hand on the head of the Titanium Man, the other still around his neck . . . almost as though he was going to unscrew a jar. Instead, Ben patted him on the head, and dropped the Titanium Man to the ground. “A reprieve, the governor came though. Use it wisely, Tin Can,” the Thing said.

"Reed, I have a team inside the Soviet’s headquarters, right now. They're gathering Intel we need to put things right, here. This team was here to keep tabs on the Soviets and make sure they didn't return to find my covert team. Is there anything you can do to help us?"

“Typical response time is about 45 seconds, based on my research . . . they're late,” Reed replied. “I have a one-shot !@#$$% nullifier and the electro-!@#&@# pulse that I’ve already used. Ben? Start applying the @#! . . . the ‘blue things’ to each of the armors. Could use some assistance with that. My plan is no longer feasible. It will take a couple of minutes to work up another plan. Going into hiding against Red Hunters just doesn’t work – history has proven that out. Though I don't need to tell you about that.”

"Is that how his power works?"

Reed flipped a lens from his helmet over one eye, and replied “No, to my eye . . . understand that I don’t have all of my equipment at my disposal and the proper laboratory conditions . . . I would say that he has recently been subjected to a time dilation device which has triggered a dimensional recombination. But that doesn’t seem quite right.”

OOC: @!#$! = techno-babble

 

[Arani Korden]

Beast

Hank quietly signalled the others.

"Looks like Cap- Like Steve rogers has gathered the other Soviets, and is headed towards the Baxter Building. Either the other team is doing well, or they're in real trouble . . . In any case, the best way we can possibly help them is to finish our job and then get out of here. Vision, I'll meet you in the computer room."

Hank waited for the Soviets to leave, then started looking for a way down to the sub-levels.

 

[Mimic]

The Vision smiles slightly as his destination comes into view, he does a quick recon to make sure no one is around, when the area is clear he will enter room through the ceiling, just incase something is guarding the door.

Once the room is secure he will direct his team mates to his location as well as search the room for a list of username and passwords. (ooc: you would be surprised how many people do this)

 

[Radiant]

Binary

“Da,” Laynia groaned, “A couple of minutes to get our bearing . . . make this a fair fight. I will not strike you down when you are helpless.” To Carol’s eye, Laynia looked about as beat up as she felt.

Carol can't help but smile the she hears that from her opponent.
"Very generous, I see some things are still as I know them."
She still hates this fight and the fact that Laynia doesn't appear to haven changed into some murderous villain in this world doesn't make it any better.
"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 actualy I have no idea why I am even here either."
She briefly considers telling he of her dimensional travel. It is not so unusual but instead she decides that a good old loos of memory will be just as wyrd and not so long to explain.
"From what I've seen you don't seem in the mood to explain anything to me and so I'm not going to ask why you're so hot to get my skin. But I do have one question. Then I met those cops before they said something about a daughter of mine and that I would come to get her. Whatever else may have happened, if you're sure you're going to kill me within the next few minutes you could tell me about that. I hope even you don't hate me enough to sent me to the grave without knowing what's going on with my child."
Even though she mostly intends to just stop Darkstar from attacking again she doesn't have to fake interest in the matter.

 

[kid A]

Sandman

“Leave the Unit on monitor duty!” Steve continued. “Apparently, the Baxter brats are trying to escape with the help of . . . the Liberator and Marvel girl. We’ll talk about the fact that he was supposed to be dead on the jet, Clint. We leave in twenty seconds, let’s roll!”

With that, the trio begin to hustle out of the kitchen in varying directions, obviously following pre-assigned tasks.

Although Flint was not present during the scene in the kitchen, he could hear every word of it. He stopped moving along the corridor and listened in to the conversation. As the conversation died, Flint spoke softly into his communicator, "McCoy's right. Look's like we're gonna have free reign o' the place here soon. Hey, McCoy? Where you at?"

Flint stayed put in the hallway, waiting for the Beast to give him a sign of his whereabouts before they went to find Vision.

 

[Nuke261]

Captain America

Madison and 43rd Street
Manhattan
Early afternoon
Battle Before the Baxter Building – Intermission

“Reed, darling,” Sue started, “there’s still another one out there, and probably more on the way. You can’t take the time to hero wor- Ben! No!! That’s enough!”

Ben Grimm stopped, one hand on the head of the Titanium Man, the other still around his neck . . . almost as though he was going to unscrew a jar. Instead, Ben patted him on the head, and dropped the Titanium Man to the ground. “A reprieve, the governor came though. Use it wisely, Tin Can,” the Thing said.

“Typical response time is about 45 seconds, based on my research . . . they're late,” Reed replied. “I have a one-shot !@#$$% nullifier and the electro-!@#&@# pulse that I’ve already used. Ben? Start applying the @#! . . . the ‘blue things’ to each of the armors. Could use some assistance with that. My plan is no longer feasible. It will take a couple of minutes to work up another plan. Going into hiding against Red Hunters just doesn’t work – history has proven that out. Though I don't need to tell you about that.”

Reed flipped a lens from his helmet over one eye, and replied “No, to my eye . . . understand that I don’t have all of my equipment at my disposal and the proper laboratory conditions . . . I would say that he has recently been subjected to a time dilation device which has triggered a dimensional recombination. But that doesn’t seem quite right.”

"Reed, if the Soviets are on their way, I have to keep them busy so they don't find my team at their headquarters." If they haven't already and that's why they're late. "The last thing I want is to put any of you in jeopardy but I could use any help you can offer."

After listening to Reed's diagnosis of Mr. Immortal, Cap had to think real hard about how to explain what was happening. He stood in front of Reed, blocking his view of anything else going on. He looked Reed directly in the eyes. "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?"

I have no right to involve them like this! We already lost Craig... Carol and Marc are down... "Oh no! Carol and Marc!"

"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!"