[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0199e1c9-9275-77ec-9181-3e1c2bebcdde.webp[/img][/center] [code]"-So there we were, backs against the wall. Surrounded by Chitauri-" "I thought they were Kroloteans?" "-No, they were working for the Kroloteans. The Chitauri fight for whoever will pay, the Kroloteans will never fight their own battles so-" "It's a deal made on New Genesis." "Exactly. Now, the Chitauri may not be the strongest soldiers or the best trained, but what they lack in everything else, they make up for in how robust their technology is and their sheer numbers. They're a bit like the space Soviet Union." "She doesn't know what the Soviet Union was Dad." "Oh, well they-" "They aren't important to the story." "No, well, the important thing is their technology's weakness is actually a strength. It's so basic that most other high-tech cultures struggle to interface with it. Even Reach tech can't interact with it, and let me tell you that came in handy on more than one occasion, but that's a story for another day-" [/code] [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0199e1d3-bd4e-71de-a7bf-f2257a61611c.webp[/img][/center] The pain tore through his body again. Jaime could feel his lungs burning. Desperately trying to keep the air, hanging onto it for as long as possible. Filtering out all the oxygen it possibly could, refusing to let go as he knew he might never get to take another breath again- [color=B8860B]"ENOUGH!"[/color] The Tiger-Alien roared, and with a wide sweeping gesture, slapped the alien away from the control panel, the pain instantly stopped, and as the ringing in his ears died down, he heard the satisfying and sickening crunch as his tormentor's head collided with a nearby bulkhead. The other aliens in the room stopped to look, chittering amongst themselves quietly. Relief swept through him as he took in the cold musky air. Trying to compose himself as best he could. [color=483D8B][/color] Jaime wanted to reply, he wanted to ask the scarab what it was talking about. How it would help in this situation, but whatever this Tiger wanted it related to the scarab. He didn't want to risk letting any information slip. Jaime had seen the movies, he was only useful for as long as he was alive, and after that, lights out. [color=483D8B][/color] Okay so the Scarab could read his thoughts. [i]That[/i] was concerning. [color=483D8B][/color] [i]Concerning.[/i] [color=6495ED]"How much contact do you need?"[/color] He winced. Think it, Jaime, think it. [color=483D8B][/color] The Tiger had looked up as he spoke, Jaime had hoped he hadn't noticed. The aliens ears twisted, and possibly what could have been an eyebrow. [color=B8860B]"Is the scarab talking to you boy?"[/color] Jaime turned away, trying not to let anything slip. Brenda and Paco had always been able to see straight through him; he wasn't entirely sure he would be able to lie to or deceive a giant space tiger who was actively torturing him. [color=B8860B]"Speak up, [b]boy[/b]."[/color] Mumbling, looking at the ground and nowhere near the tiger. [color=6495ED]"My name is Jaime Reyes."[/color] [color=B8860B]"What was that, [b]boy[/b]."[/color] His thundering footsteps pushed on closer, thundering over the sound of his breath. Rattling through the armour the scarab had formed, shaking his teeth. His heart matched the tempo. Speaking louder, clearer. Adrenaline fuelling his courage, fuelling his stupidity. [color=6495ED]"I said my [i]name[/i] is Jaime Reyes."[/color] The tiger chuckled, placing a claw beneath Jaimes's chin, raising his head till their eyes met. His teeth glistened menacingly. [color=B8860B]"And why should I care-"[/color] the Tiger placed the tip of his arm mounted cannon in the middle of Jaimes chest. [color=B8860B]"-[b]Boy[/b]?"[/color] All at once the nanites covering Jaimes face moved, showing his deep scowl, the resolve in his eyes. Simultaneously, the entire suit shifted, latching onto the cannon and stripping material from it. The tiger pulled back, but it was too late. Spikes jutted out from the armour, cutting the restraints as Jaime stood. [color=6495ED]"Because I'm going to kick your ass, Pendejo."[/color] [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0199e1d4-c09a-7639-9efa-a24f1d528f67.webp[/img][/center] [color=cd5c5c][/color] Sam stood there, well. He wasn't even [i]stood[/i], he hovered slightly above the floor surrounded by a bright blue/white light. His clothes changed to a black armour with red accents, matching his helmet. He could feel the strength flowing through him, his head injury gone. All the pain from the bumps and bruises, he had never felt more physically fit in his entire life than he did in this moment. The well-dressed man nodded in agreement. [color=FFFFE0]"Now yous look like a [i]proper[/i] member of the outfit, I do agree."[/color] Cosmo turned to him and the two shared a look and a nod. [color=FFFFE0]"Though I thinks it best be time we be off. This is when things get mighty complicated."[/color] Sam looked up at them and fell to the ground, wobbling slightly as he fought for his balance. [color=daa520]"Wait, what? You're leaving?"[/color] Cosmo nodded. [color=cd5c5c][/color] Sam scowled. [color=cd5c5c][/color] [color=FFFFE0]"Aaaaand on that note. We'd better go, the metres running."[/color] Sam recoiled as through the wall, without damaging or breaking anything, a British black cab appeared. The well-dressed man held the back door open as Cosmo hopped in, before climbing into the driver's seat. Cosmos window opened, sticking his head out the window as the cab drove back through the wall, running over to the window Sam watched as it lifted up into the night and disappeared. [i]Telepathic dog, magic cabby, helmet from outer space that meant all of dads wacky stories were true.[/i] Just how hard had he hit his head? AS he mulled over the events of the last few hours he found himself on autopilot, bobbing and weaving his way through the hospital in his ridiculous get-up. Sam knew, that by taking off the helmet the suit and the powers would disappear. He wasn't quite ready for that yet, though, so as he stood on the roof looking up at the moon, he closed his eyes, trying to summon the strength to fly. Raising his arms, jumping, he even quietly muttered. [i]Up, up and away![/i] but nothing seemed to work. So he took the next logical step. Sam threw himself off the roof.