An Outsider

The Marauders

Jones Sparrow said
So i posted with a game plan!!!I didn't want to bring everyone on the planet, but that doesn't mean that both sides can't have action!The ground team can deal with the climate and the lava underneath the ice while the people on the ship can be fighting off pirates looking for loot!or if you have another plot, let me know!!!

Instead of random pirates how about the remnants of the drug dealers I mentioned in the last post, or irate survivors from the civil war Sparrow spoke off. Perhaps they've hired a mercenary ship and they've been tailing the marauders, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. They've seen their chance now that the main team has split up, and attack the ship. While doing that they send several ground teams and fighter ships to harass Hunt's squad planetside. It would also give Ace a chance to show off his flying skills as he would have to keep the shuttle from being blown up by their fighter ships.

And I mean if we are famed round the universe for being utter badasses that take on the most dangerous missions and come out alive why would any pirate or bandit crew want anything to do with us? It's not like we're liable to carry much treasure, and our ship has a massive bloody cannon sitting right on top of it! We're just not worth the trouble!

The Marauders

I shoulda asked this before but what like is the Marauder ship? At first I pictured it looking like the Serenity from Firefly, but now I'm starting to see it as bigger than that.

Young Justice 2020

Fenrir did not have too wait on the street in front of the warehouse for long before he was greeted. Hawkman had told him to wait for a former heroine named Black Canary, an attractive middle aged woman with a penchant for leather. She appeared from a side entrance of the warehouse, moving so quiet that the wolfman might have missed her if it wasn't for his enhanced senses.

"You must be Fenrir, we've been expecting you." she called, gesturing him over with a wave of her hand. Too her credit she didn't gulp, or hide, or run away in terror after seeing him, not like just about everyone else he had met since becoming a monster. Then again, she was probably used too seeing far stranger sights than he, being a superhero and member of the Justice League for so long. He padded slowly towards her, equal parts apprehension and excitement building up inside of him. Canary didn't seem too notice. She led him inside and through the warehouse and towards the secret elevator.

Some time later

Black Canary had led him too the secret headquarters and too his own personnal lodgings. She had talked the whole way through the short tour, telling him about what to expect and giving him names for people he hadn't even met yet. Truth be told he had trouble keeping up with all the words that had tumbled from her mouth, so he had kept his peace and said little in return. She had left him to settle in to his new home after that, returning to the Flash.

The room was large and spacious, at least for Fenrir who had spent time in worse accommodations. . . Much worse. There was a wardrobe built into the one of the walls, which he ignored as he had no belonging's to fill them with. The bed was comfortable, and he curled up on top of it, metal frame groaning under his considerable bulk. He wasn't sure what to do know, save perhaps try and get some shut eye. But surely Hawkman hadn't sent him here too sleep! Perhaps this was a test, and he was to figure out his next move on his own.

Not long after his senstive sense of smell caught several unfamiliar scent's from down the hall. Soon he heard footsteps in the distance. His interest piqued, he decided too investigate. Perhaps this was his new pack that Hawkman had spoken of, and if so it was time to introduce himself.

He moved quietly through the halls, keen senses guiding him towards his quarry. Even being as large as he was he could move far more silently than most, too silent for the ones he was tracking at least, as not one heard him approach. His smell though, there wasn't much he could do about that.

"Somebody smell a wet dog somewhere?" One said, too loudly for Fenrir's liking. He struggled to understand human languages since his transformation, but dog was a word he knew far too well. Too often it had been leveraged against him as an insult in the past and he didn't like hearing it again. A low growl emananated from his lips, a response to the insult and a declaration of his prescence.

"Not dog. Wolf" he snarled, long tongue and lupine mouth obviously not suited to speaking english.

"Fenrir" he added, pointing a big taloned finger at his chest in way of introduction. He waited for them to do the same.

Young Justice 2020

I can post, but I was waiting to see if anyone else would since I did the one before last... well, did half of the one before last!

Cardinal Xavier's Hex-Men

Hmm true. What about far less precise control over the beams, but the max power is still astounding.

I remember reading once, I think it was in Whedon's run, that Cykes trained himself to keep his eyes shut whenever he woke up until he had donned his glasses. I always thought that illustrated pretty well just how much control he has to exercise at all times. I was just going to go with that.

Young Justice 2020

The Kid Lantern said
Okay, so Apollo is out then and we're left with one powerhouse. Yog, I think you and I need to titanpad and edit your post to go ahead and take down the holo-droid and write Apollo out of this. Maybe an Amazon comes calling... IDK...~KL~

On the Powerhouse front I'll be able to take over from Apollo there.

Young Justice 2020

A few cautious steps in, a tentative sniff of the air. The Wolf never rushed into anywhere new without these precautions. If he was still human you could have called the sensations that assaulted him nerves. He didn't belong here, not in this place populated by the heroes of tomorrow. He was just a freak, a monster, and nothing Hawkman says or does can change that. The wolfman Fenrir didn't have time for that kind of introspection though, so he prescribed what could have been called nerves to his usual cautionary nature, all the while kind of wishing Hawkman was around.

Hawkman, going by Carter Hall these days, was the reason Magnus was here now. After the Thangarian had stopped Fenrir from making a horrible mistake he has insisted that the feral superhuman needed training and guidance. Fenrir wasn't entirely sure he agreed. After all, what need for training did he have when he was bigger, stronger, and faster than everyone else. Hall had been silent for a long time before answering that strength wasn't everything. He had said Fenrir needed the kind off power that only came from being part of a pack. That word had resonated with something deep inside the young wolfman, something within his very core. The young metahuman knew then that he wanted this... needed this more than anything else. Standing here alone on the doorstep of the abandoned building outside though, that need seemed far, far away.

Several hundred feet below...

"Hey Canary?" Flash asked after darting in and out of the HQ with more supplies that the young heroine Orbit had been helping him with, "..I just saw some werewolf looking guy standing outside the building up top, he one of yours?"

"A were.. oh.. YEAH! Carter had called me after hearing about Superman asking me to mentor this team, and asked if he could still sponsor a young hero like the rest of the League even though he's retired..." Canary replied getting her jacket back on to take the elevator up to the ground floor of the abandoned Queen Industries building.

"And this werewolf outside? You mean Hawkman didn't try to strap on a pair of Nth Metal wings to somebody, he just took in that guy?" the Flash asked while still going back and forth in the underground HQ.

"Looks that way, I'll be back..." Canary said while walking to an elevator she had hundreds of times before when the base was smaller and just called the Arrow Cave.

"Could still give him wings..." the Flash mumbled, "..didn't anybody else see those old reruns of Air Wolf...?" he continued saying mid-run in and out of the hangar/garage area where Cyber Knight and the Engineer were earlier.

The Marauders

Jones Sparrow said
I know ONL will post in a week haha, but we are still waiting on Vantas, Akayaofthemoon, and Fiddler

Do they know we are waiting on them?

Cardinal Xavier's Hex-Men

Cyclops

Christian Name: Scott Summers

True Name: Cyclops

From: London, Kingdom of England

Powers:*Scott projects beams of intense, red energy from his eyes. These beams have incredible concussive force, enough to rupture even the mightiest fortress wall if called for. In addition to varying the beam width, height, and intensity, Cyclops has demonstrated a high degree of skill and accuracy in manipulating his optic blast. Cyclops is able to reflect the beam off hard and shiny surfaces. This feat also demonstrates his intuitive sense of spatial geometry between objects. The reflective qualities of the beams allows him to bounce the beam off many different surfaces in rapid succession. The effective range of his optic beam is approximately 2,000 ft. It has been observed to be focused tight enough to punch a pin hole through a coin or drill through the trunk of a log.
*Cyclops seems to possess an uncanny sense of geometry, in this sense used to describe his observation of objects around himself and the angles found between surfaces of these objects. Cyclops has repeatedly demonstrated the ability to cause his optic blasts to ricochet and/or reflect off those objects in a trajectory to his liking. This is commonly called a "banked shot" when applied to this talent. Cyclops has been observed causing beams to reflect from over a dozen surfaces in the course of one blast, and still hit his intended target accurately. It is his sense of superhumanly enhanced spatial awareness that allows him to perform these feats as well.

Pros: Since joining the Hex-Men, Doctore Xavier has taken a special interest in Scotts education. Not only has he trained him in matters military but he has also taught him subjects ranging from philosphy too statecraft, horsemanship too politics.
Scott has a keen interest in strategy and tactics, and shows superlative leadership abilities.
He is well versed in sailing due to his childhood.
His visor gives him the appearance of a blind man. He takes full advantage of this quirk when first meeting new people.

Cons: Cyclops cannot turn his power off. Whenever he opens his eyes the beams fire, destroying anything in his line of sight. Doctore X has discovered a type of rubie crystal that can block contain the energy, and has fashioned a type of visor for Scott to wear. However this is not an ideal situation, and it is a handicap that has dogged Scott for his entire life

Virtue: Self-disciplined, determined, selfless

Vice: Has difficulties expressing his emotions.

Favored weapon: He carries an iron capped quarter staff. This lends to his deception of being a blindman. However when he knows the fighting will be hard he chooses a long sword.

Favored profession/Labor: If fate hadn't intervened then he very well could have become a sailor like his father.

Brief bio: Scott was born the eldest of two sons into the Summer's shipping and trading company, a moderately successful merchant company operating out of London. It was a family owned business and all the family worked hard upon the boats. Life was good until the year of Scott's tenth birthday. The family were sailing the channel when they were unexpectedly attacked by an unidentified vessel. The Summers ship was quickly overcome and sunk.

Scott washed up on the French coast where he was found and rescued by a French fisherman. His family haven't been seen yet. When Scott awoke the tragedy continued. As soon as he opened his eyes his powers erupted with God's own fury. In the ensuing chaos half the village was destroyed, several people were killed and many more were injured. Scott quickly realised that if he closed his eyes then the destruction would end, but by then it was too late and the damage was done. Summer's fled the scene with his eyes shut against the world, not sure where he was going and not quite caring either. His young mind had suffered so much in so short a time that he was close to breaking point.

It was in this fragile state that Xavier found him three days later, lost, cold and alone. Xavier offered him salvation when Scott needed it the most. He joined Xavier in returning to the chapel and has never looked back. Although he is still tormented by his past he has thrown himself into the life of a Hex-man, truly championing the Doctore's cause.

Appearance:

Cardinal Xavier's Hex-Men

I'd like to reserve Cyclops if I may.