On August 14, 1940, Henri Geffroy celebrated his twenty-fourth birthday: if celebration can indeed be defined as sulking in a cold, damp jail cell in Belmarsh, England. He had a fine present, though: he was the only inmate in his new cell. The guard rarely checked on him, though there wasn't much he could do to escape, anyway: so he was surprised when he was ordered to stand to attention to receive a visitor - in army uniform, at that.
"Good morning, mate."
Henri offered a cursory glance.
"So, you're Henri?"
"Captain Henry Spears, British Army." A gloved hand extended itself through the iron bars. "Funny, we have the same name."
The visitor's presence had been acknowledged. Henri did not even bother with eye contact anymore.
The hand retracted. There was a furtive look round the cell. "What are you in here for, again?"
"What do you want?"
"Just some answers to some questions." Spears forced a grin.
Henri rolled his eyes. "I am a communist."
"It only seems fair."
"The Americans are greedy imperialist capitalist pigs, and the Soviets are a change of pace." Henri offered a condescending grin. Even in prison, there was a strange freedom. Henri could say whatever he wanted: he was here already, after all.
Spears moved on. "Who are your parents?"
"My father was English, my mother Swiss. My father died of drink, leaving my mother to raise me alone in London."
"Any possible reason why your pa went like that?"
"He survived the Great War."
"I see." Spears was reading a file as he talked. "Did you have a good mother?" "She managed. Wanted me to have a good education. She is why I can speak French and some German."
"She still around?"
"Pneumonia got to her two years ago."
Spears lit a pipe. "Your education, what was it in?"
"I see. Mr. Geffroy, are you aware of the nature of the chemical reaction between chlorine and any metal?"
"It is explosive."
"What about hydrogen and chlorine?"
"Likewise." Henri furrowed his brows. "What are you getting at here?"
Spears leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Mr. Geffroy, do you hate National Socialism?"
Henri did not answer, letting the implications of his possible responses set in.
"I resent whoever has put me in this place."
"Mr. Geffroy, how would you like to be a part of the war to liberate Europe?"
Henri raised a brow. "You want me to help you fight against the Germans?"
"For a hefty salary, of course," Spears replied, anticipating Henri's next question. "We will get you out of here, first. Then we will train you, and put you in a team with other people just like you, talented young men and women hungry for liberty and justice. You will penetrate deep into enemy lines, and you will do whatever we will tell you to do - for a nice reward, and the freedom of Europe as well, if you're also interested in that."
Henri mulled his options. Captain Spears was taking advantage of him, using his own circumstances to his advantage. He would just be another pawn to the Allies, and he would probably die before Hitler did.
But what other choice did he have?
"This team, does it have a name?"
"It's still new, but for now we call it Special Operations Executive. The SOE."
Hi, would it still be possible for me to play as an alternate Superman? I understand @AndyC is out of commission at the moment and that his Clark Kent hasn't involved himself in any major plot points thus far.
EDIT: Possible stupid question, but could we also submit characters villainous in their mainstream universes as heroes in this one, if plausible? (E.g. Black Manta as an Aquaman alternative, etc.)
I thought you guys should know of my possible character concept. Basically I'm going for an Iron Spider kind of thing, where Stark Industries attempts to replicate the properties of OsCorp's symbiote, except with nanobots. Career criminal Aaron Davis/Prowler steals the suit, killing a lot of people in the process, and for some reason it ends up in the hands of his 14-year-old nephew, Miles Morales. Much like the symbiote, the nanosuit has a nasty tendency to slowly physically bond with its owner until it is worn permanently - keep in mind this was constructed for a government supersoldier project. Retrieving the suit therefore necessitates the termination of its owner, something OsCorp is bent on doing. Now you have a scared teenager on the run from murderous OsCorp agents on the streets of New York with a nanosuit that will be wearing him in a few weeks. I'm not sure how Stark Industries would go about this though.
I plan to contrast Miles' arc with Parker's: while they both embody aspects of Spider-Man, the physical means they use to do it are different (nanosuit vs. symbiote). Plus, while Parker aims to embrace his superpowers, Miles detests his own. I would eventually want both of them to meet in a crossover arc to compare and contrast each of their approaches to their own similar situations.
Name: Arco Jorzonn Species: Human Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance, 2nd Uslam Liberators Location: Attached to wherever his current platoon may be. Synopsis of Role: Sharpshooter/marksman for the Liberators. Born on Onderon 29 years BBY, where both his parents would be killed by Separatist forces in the Clone Wars seven years later. After the ceasefire, joined Saw Gerrera’s Partisans where he would grow up effectively a child soldier. Left the Partisans 2 years BBY due to ideological differences to join the Rebel cell that would eventually become the Uslam Liberators. Infamous for possessing DC-15 rifle affectionately nicknamed “Lady Nova”, heavily modified for increased range and accuracy.