Seps Safe Place(For character sheets).

[Sep]

Idea #1

What if Steve Rogers was never frozen?

Director America. Round 2.

Idea #2

What if Thor had been banished during World War One?

Idea #3

What if Superman survived the death of the universe?

[Sep]

Keldabe Administrative District // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector

Koren entered the main compartment of his shuttle, acting as his executive suite during his time on the surface of Mandalore. He nodded to his two guards who filed out of the room, as he keyed in a code to the holocommunicator. A signal from Mandalore wouldn't be able to reach within the transitory mists usually, however, his ship was in orbit to relay the signal and there was another cruiser on the edge of the mists to relay the signal within. He bowed his head respectfully towards his Queen, before turning his head up, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth.

"My Queen."

She returned the bow, and the smirk. "My Prince. How is your diplomatic visit?"

Formal. That means that she very likely has company.

"My meeting with the Manda'lor was... postponed, due to tensions between himself and Empress of the Renkar Imperium. We were advised to leave while they, finished their discussion. He stood up tall, hands behind his back, feet at ease. "I have however conversed with a Jedi Diplomat known as Ro Nuul. He is a fellow survivor, like me. Koren composed himself. Deep breathe in, release. Allow his negative thoughts out with his breathe.

"He seemed hopeful, that whether through the Mandalorian Republic or the Renkar Imperium we should be able to form some form of alliance that will benefit us, to try and keep us safe from the Separatist Alliance."

"That is good news. Good news indeed...

[Sep]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

G R E E N A R R O W

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W H A T I F...?:

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^{"You’ve failed this city… was that too dramatic?"}

...Green Arrow and Hawkeye were one in the same?

Oliver Queen was born to
Shipwreck
Island
Taskmaster
Swordmaster and Trickshot
S.H.I.E.L.D and Hawkeye
Return to Star City
Can’t live a normal life. Green Arrow is born.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

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C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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P O S T C A T A L O G:

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[Sep]

Return of the man God who would be King

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Thor walked out of the small cabin. The two ravens moved to his shoulders, but he shrugged them off. "Yes, I am aware I am being called to Asgard." They both cawed. He stretched out his hand, mentally calling to Mjolnir who lay nearby, the hammer wobbled, stirred and then flew to his hand—creating a crack of thunder on this warm summer's day. He turned his attention upwards towards the sky, raising Mjolnir as he did so. "Heimdall! Return me home."

A brilliant flash of light and colour came down from the sky as the Bifrost opened, lifting him up and into the air. All the colours of the various worlds surrounded him as he was pulled towards Asgard. He heard a caw and looked up at Muginn. Thor could have sworn he flapped his wing downwards as if pointing. Turning his attention below he was surprised to see several beasts coming behind him. Their wings outstretched, some form of golden armour adjourned their chests. Baring their teeth in a snarl. His fist tightened on the handle of Mjolnir.

Looking up the light at the end was becoming brighter. As soon as he arrived in Asgard he'd-

The wind was knocked out of him as something collided with him from his side. Pushing him out of the tunnel, he came crashing down in a flurry of dirt and debris. Thunder cracked and rolled as Thor brought himself to his feet. Duck, Odinson! Thor did so, he heard the woosh of movement over his head as he narrowly avoided whatever weapon had been tossed at him. Standing back up he saw Hugin and Munin flying above him. Thor didn't have time to process this, however, as he heard the thump-thump-thump of heavy footsteps.

Walking around him, the man picked up his large axe. Red energy glowed around it. "So the Young Prince wants to return home to Asgard?

Mjolnir twisted in Thor's hand as clouds grew overhead. "What interest is it of yours?

The behemoth before him chuckled, as he swung his axe up to lay on his shoulder. "In time Princeling. In time. He paced around, circling Thor. "I come today with a proposition. To join us, then once we have taken the Nine Realms you can have your precious Earth to rule as you see fit."

Lightning crackled overhead, playing in the sky. A few stray drops of rain escaped the swirling clouds and dropped on the ground around them. Thor's words and tone didn't match the anger beneath the surface. This was a battle of wits, and Thor had long ago learnt from Loki how to play in such a theatre. To reveal his anger, was to lose. "You come to offer me that which is less than my birthright? I think not.

The man chuckled and swung his axe nonchalantly. He was arrogant and confident. This is what made Thor wary, if his opponent knew enough to be able to intercept him within the Bifrost. Then he had to have some understanding of Asgard, and likely of Thor himself. Was his confidence mere ego, tactics or was it earned?

"Oh little Princeling. You fail to understand, if you do not accept within the week-" An orange portal opened behind him, as he turned towards it. At the last moment, looking back over his shoulder. "-I shall take your birthright from you." Then without another word he stepped through the portal.

[Sep]

'Endurance' Mess Hall // Hyperspace // Imperial Territory

In one hand, Rae held a datapad. Still pouring over the data on the TIE defender. It was a logical next step in the TIE Program, faster than a standard TIE. More heavily armoured, shielded, and weaponised. It was a flying tank. It far exceeded anything that the Separatists could throw at them. In her other hand was some form of sandwich, the droid that dispensed the food had informed here it was some form of nerf dish. She could almost swear it was bantha though. She didn't look up as she heard a clatter of two trays as FO.Jahrand Linsken and FO.Marfin Jersco sat themselves down. Eleven and Twelve.

"You still studying Fussy?" Rae looked up and scowled at Linsken. The Empire didn't use traditional callsigns that came from nicknames given by other pilots. That didn't stop the pilots from coming up with nicknames for each other, and this one had followed her since her time at the academy. She still wasn't entirely sure how it had got onto the Endurance, but had learned that to fight it was to already lose.

"Just making sure I'm ready for next time."

"You sure you're ready for round three?" The voice came from over her head, as they were soon joined by Anders, more affectionately known to Two-Ten flight as 'Control'. He was their tactical officers. While the Republic in its heyday had relied on astrmomechs aboard ship, the Empire instead preferred the human element.

"I've got the highest kill count so far, don't I?" She flashed a sneer at the Lieutenant, though it didn't travel to her eyes, which instead stayed warm.

"Careful Anders, she's still in attack mode."

Putting down her holopad as Anders sat down to join them. "I wouldn't harm our Tactical Officer-"

He opened his mouth as if to speak, though before he could Rae interrupted him. "-it is way to time consuming to break another one in."

Linksken slapped him on the back as he laughed. "See. Doesn't she just make you feel appreciated?"

"Completely."

"He's also a valuable source of intel."

"Talking about that..."

Anders shrugged. "I have no more idea where we're going than any of you do." Rae waved her hand.

"I don't believe that for a second. Surely you took a peek at the hyperspace co-ordinates being relayed to the Defenders."

He reached over and tapped the top of Raes datapad.

"You need to work on your reading. The Defenders have fully fledged Nav-Computers. They don't need co-ordinates relayed to them."

"Boo."

Rae mulled it over. "Well. Something is going on."

Jersco nodded. "Running silent for training missions, then called away during an exercise?"

Linksken chimed in. "Not to mention that our new-toys are flying point. We're either going somewhere to make a statement, or an Imperial site."

"I'd guess a blacksite."

Rae turned to Anders and arched an eyebrow, he merely shrugged his shoulders. "If I was a betting man."

Rae mulled it over for a second before nodding. "True enough, if we were flying to combat you'd be in non-stop briefings-" Picking up on her train of thought, Anders chimed in.

"-and if we were going anywhere in public the Defenders wouldn't be flying point. Since right now they're clearly in development."

"Oh look at you two-" Jersco hadn't even finished before the daggers stared at him by two superior officers quickly shut him down.

Linksken, to his comrades rescue picked up his cup. "A toast then, to secret operations!