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Cartoon Network Roleplay: Concept Thread & Planning

@Mr Allen J

On a serious note, if you're worried about how some shows might now fit into a shared universe (e.g. Steven Universe is an AU Earth, Camp Lazlo/Gumball/Regular Show features talking animals, Samurai Jack is another AU Earth...), there is a Cartoon Network original that could be used as a MacGuffin to make it all work.

Uncle Grandpa.

He's intentionally universe breaking, and the writer's have used that to bridge their shows into a sense of shared multiverse in the past. For example, when Uncle Grandpa appeared in Steven Universe, he had a checklist that referenced everything from Clarence to Adventure Time.

So, the concept of a Cartoon Network multiverse is already out there. Which makes it an easy set-up for what you are proposing. In that sense, it could almost be like Kingdom Hearts (taking place in original places and in worlds based around a series/franchise).

Just my 2 cents.

Cartoon Network Roleplay: Concept Thread & Planning

@Bounce

*Cocks pistol*
_{You've made an enemy on this day, sandbox-man. /s}

@Raddum

I like to sandbox dangerously.

Cartoon Network Roleplay: Concept Thread & Planning

Expressing interest, though I'm admittedly a fan of sandbox. I like the option of being able to explore and carve out my own niche within a shared setting.

I can go with whatever though.

Also, I would add:
Johnny Bravo
The Secret Saturdays
Adventure Time

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

The Fault in Our Stars

_{Part 1 | Suggested Soundtrack}

C A M E L O T
The Kingdom of the Britons | The Year of Our Lord 536

The banners were streaming from atop the parapets.

The sounds of minstrels and the singing of bards punctuated the celebrations on this, the Feast of Stephen. The courtyards and markets brought alive by the tourney that had sprung up around the castle walls to celebrate the hallowed festival of the martyred saint.

The sound of dense wood smacking against wood beat the rhythm of the war drums of child's play. A small gathering of knights and squires surrounding where a pair of boy's sparred in the round. Of the audience, they were the legends. Gods of war in this era and every era since. Sir Galahad, the Knight of the Grail. Jason of Normandy, the Knight of the Blood. Sir Gawain, the Maiden's Knight, greatest of the Knights of the Round Table.

The larger of the boys was Anduin, squire to Sir Jason. A true Briton, of Roman ancestry. His tunic was overlaid in a short coat that was a field embroidered with the likeness of a gold lion - the colors of his knight.

His opponent was a bastard of the Gaels. His Welsh heritage bespoken of by the fair hair and blue eyes that cast a likeness to the king himself. His tunic shifted about his body, cinched at the waist by a double-wrapped Celtic belt. His feet pressing into the moist earth, clad in a pair of caligae that - like his tunic - were largely unchanged from the days when Roman soldiers had marched upon Hadrian's Wall. A time which, for them, was but a few decades earlier. His tabard was two-toned, sewed together of equal parts of white and red.

The colors of the Silent Knight.

Anduin started forward. His size making him like a Goliath moving upon David and fueling an overhead swing that threatened to overpower the smaller page. But the Welsh bastard was fleet-footed, his movements like that of a dancer as he stepped off t the side. His wooden sword angled back as he brought it up in a watershed block that pushed Anduin's blunted blade aside.

It created an opening, into which he neatly stepped through. His wooden sword brought around and then forward, an overhead strike as he pressed the advantage. The attack drove the larger boy back, his desperate leap robbing him of balance as he careened into the audience behind him, stumbling and falling arse-over-backwards. The sight of which sparked the men to laughter.

Still clutching at his wooden sword, the Welsh page had watched the scene transpire with a kind of detachment. His throat warm as he sucked in breath, felt his heart racing inside his chest.

A hand reached out, grabbing his wrist and pulling his sword arm up into the air. As the boy's gaze turned upward, he saw his knight smiling over him as the man raised the boy's arm in a triumph that signaled the end of the match. There was a small smattering of applause, while a others helped Anduin back to his feet.

For his part, the Welsh page was confused. This was his first time taking part in a tourney such as this. Or even seeing such a thing as the Feast of Stephen on the lawn of Camelot.

The confused only deepened as he felt himself seized and lifted up, then spun around. Tankards of mead were raised, as the knights began belting aloud a song of Caedmon. Hugging onto his knight, the page saw the world turn. A merry go round of revelry and good cheer. The minstrel's ballad inciting people to dance.

Shifted around, he found himself feeling somewhat weightless as he went upward. He settled a moment later on the shoulders of the Silent Knight. A man who stood there, wordlessly, as he expressed his gratitude in a language without words for a tankard of mead.

Stood there.

The two of them.

In the shadow of Camelot. From atop the man's shoulder's, the boy looked up and saw the Kent banner flying beside all of the banners. Not least of all the standard of Pendragon.

His mother told him that he would be a king.

To be honest, there was nothing more he wanted so much as to exist in moments like this one. Sir Galahad speaking to Sir Jason. Sir Gawain regaling the maidens fair with stories that were both adventurous and bold. And the Silent Knight, a voiceful member of the company even without uttering a single word.

Maybe he should want to be a king. But to be a knight... to be a knight of the round table... that seemed a far more magnificent thing to him.

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THE REALM OF ANNWN
The Mystic Isle of Murias | Present Day

He woke with a start.

Part of him still dreaming, he reached out. Reaching, as though expecting the Silent Knight to be there. Part of him, the part not yet awake, wondering why he wasn't.

And then he remembered.

And wished very much that he didn't.

Dreams. Vile, wicked things. Like honey-lipped demons with butterfly wings, they pulled from memory the sweetest moments... only to pull them away again with the waking. The realization that yesterday was no more, and today was not what it was supposed to be. The promise of so many tomorrows. So many lies.

This a new day surely would birth still more.

He sat up, his eyes exploring the inside of a room within a castle that time had forgotten. Stone hewn walls with small, arched windows that offered an enviable view out over an emerald isle. He rose from out of the bed, the simple shift that was his nightgown falling just shy of the tops of his feet as the bed-headed young page stumbled from out of the bedroom in a kind of sleepy-eyes stupor.

The search for a chamberpot took him through the interior of a fortified mansion that seemed to date somewhere back to the 11th Century, though some of the tapestries and armors spoke of some time later. Strange, then, when he ducked into a room off from the hall and flicked on a light switch. Fully illuminating a modern bathroom, complete with a western toilet.

When he'd emerged some moments later, stretching with a large yawn, the boy started down toward the kitchens. He passed through the foyer. He passed through the great room. He passed through the library. Each progressive step sending a certain feeling of unease through him. "Mother?" the question echoed as he voiced it aloud, giving form to the slight anxiety of being in a large house, alone.

The kitchen, like the bathroom, didn't seem to make sense within the period castle. A modern refrigerator aglow with electricity as the boy tugged on the door. Pulling out a container of orange juice, he ventured next toward the cupboard. "Mother?"

Silence there, and nothing more.

A wooden cup and a poptart encased in silvery foil came away as he withdrew his hand from the cupboard. He moved to sit at the servant's table, there in the kitchen, with his breakfast of juice and a poptart.

Alone.

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

^{"The king is dead. Long live the king."}

^{MORDRED PENDRAGON ♦ c. 527 AD (1,490) ♦ MALE ♦ NEUTRAL}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

---

Inspired by Marvel's Fear Itself storyline and the Doctor Strange movie set in the Marvel cinematic universe, this take on Mordred borrows heavily from the wealth of literature and the historical literary debate surrounding the role of Mordred in Arthurian legend, with the obvious nod to the DC Animated Universe. Is Mordred the hero? Is Mordred the villain? Is Mordred just a victim of fate? It's true. All of it.

Mordred is the son of Arthur and his half-sister, Morgaine. Like Arthur, he was conceived through deception and illusion, marking that the difference between Merlin and Morgaine is one of perspective rather than methods. Also like Arthur, who was used by Merlin in bringing his envisioned utopia to fruition, Mordred is a means to an ends for Morgaine. He is to her what Arthur was for Merlin, a means by which to rule the one who wears the crown and be free of the crown itself (all the power, none of the responsibility). He served as a page and squired for Sir Brian of Kent, also known as the Silent Knight, and wielded Clarent, one of the swords of King Arthur.

He and Arthur were both present for the Battle of Camlann, at which Arthur wielded Excalibur and Mordred wielded Clarent, the latter of which would become broken - and the broken shard of Clarent would find its way into Arthur's mortal wound. But what really happened is a litany of lies that have been told to satisfy the egos of the three people who manipulated all the events leading up to Camlann. Merlin. Morgaine. And Morgaine's lover, Jason of Normandy (also known as Jason Blood). Somewhere inbetween the lies, the egos, and the conspiratorial whispers designed to grasp the throne of all Britain is one young boy who never asked to exist and yet is judged by history for no greater crime than being born.

To some, he is the rightful heir to Arthur's throne. To others, he is history's most magnificent bastard. And none now live who could claim to know the right by any of the deeds he may, or may not, have performed.

Setting the stage for our story, Morgaine Le Fey has vanished. The search for his mother reveals a threat to England, if not the world, propelling Mordred into the footsteps of his father and his mother both. Will he become the knight he was meant to be? Or will he become the villain history has made him out to be?

N O T E S:

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BASIC TIMELINE

• 527 AD - Morgaine le Fay, half-sister to Arthur Pendragon, enchants and deceives her brother in order to conceive Mordred - the first in a grand scheme to depose and replace Arthur that would seat her as the Shadow Queen of all Britannia.

• 536 AD - Mordred becomes page and squire to Sir Brian of Kent, the Silent Knight. When his knight loses his sword, Mordred goes searching for a replacement and returns with Clarent, King Arthur's knighting sword. Historians debate whether Arthur bestowed the sword to Mordred or if Mordred simply stole it, the latter being the more popular in line with Mordred's modern interpretation as the traitor of Camelot.

• 537 AD - The Battle of Camlann, in which Arthur and Mordred fell. It is unclear from the oldest surviving histories whether Mordred fought with or against Arthur, though this was the battle in which Jason Blood did betray Arthur and conspired with Morgaine le Fay to depose him. Over time, authors have associated Mordred's name with treachery, and laid the blame for Arthur's death on his hands.

• September 1919 - A British archaeologist by the name of Morganna de la Fontaine (Morgaine le Fay) presents Adolf Hitler with the Spear of Longinus, the lance that pierced the side of Christ, enabling his rise to power. In exchange, she asks only for access to German research in the years to come.

• 1925-1927 - German Meteor expedition to the antarctic. Crew lists include Morganna de la Fontaine (Morgaine le Fay), who guides the expedition to covertly recover the Crystal of Kadavus during sonar mapping of the South Atlantic Ridge.

• 26 January 1937 - The first full moon on the 1,400th anniversary of the Battle of Camlann. Using the power of Crystal of Kadavus on Mordred's remains. As he was conceived with magic, the artifact partially restores Mordred's being, but does not restore him to life.

• 25 February 1937 - The second full moon of the 1,400th anniversary of the Battle of Camlann. Using the Crystal of Kadavus, Morgaine le Fay restores Mordred to life and, drawing power from the realm of Annwn, casts a spell granting him eternal youth.

• March 1942 - Negotiations on the rule of England following Nazi victory in Europe are postponed after Allied victories in Germany prompt Morgaine to take Mordred and flee Nazi Germany. The pair settle on the Isle of Murias in Annwn.

• April 1953 - The bicentenary of the British Museum, which is celebrated with a showcasing of artifacts related to the legend of King Arthur, including Goswhit, the helmet of Arthur. Mordred creates a public disturbance when he tries to recover his father's helmet, only to be stopped by Sir Justin (Ystin).

• May 2005 - The E3 convention in Star City, California. Mordred attends and is attacked by Etrigan the Demon, seeking to draw out Morgaine le Fay. The wounded Mordred is enchanted to sleep until it is time for him to claim his kingdom (and to keep him from wandering off) by Morgaine.

• January 2017 - Mordred awakens in the Castle Murias, with no sign of his mother. Leaving Annwn, the boy searches for clues as to where she may have gone, and what she may have been doing.

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

@Lord Wraith

Thank for the kind words.

I shall terrorize the IC anon!

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

CHARACTER PROPOSAL

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^{"The king is dead. Long live the king."}

^{MORDRED PENDRAGON ♦ c. 527 AD (1,490) ♦ MALE ♦ NEUTRAL}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

---

Inspired by Marvel's Fear Itself storyline and the Doctor Strange movie set in the Marvel cinematic universe, this take on Mordred borrows heavily from the wealth of literature and the historical literary debate surrounding the role of Mordred in Arthurian legend, with the obvious nod to the DC Animated Universe. Is Mordred the hero? Is Mordred the villain? Is Mordred just a victim of fate? It's true. All of it.

Mordred is the son of Arthur and his half-sister, Morgaine. Like Arthur, he was conceived through deception and illusion, marking that the difference between Merlin and Morgaine is one of perspective rather than methods. Also like Arthur, who was used by Merlin in bringing his envisioned utopia to fruition, Mordred is a means to an ends for Morgaine. He is to her what Arthur was for Merlin, a means by which to rule the one who wears the crown and be free of the crown itself (all the power, none of the responsibility). He served as a page and squired for Sir Brian of Kent, also known as the Silent Knight, and wielded Clarent, one of the swords of King Arthur.

He and Arthur were both present for the Battle of Camlann, at which Arthur wielded Excalibur and Mordred wielded Clarent, the latter of which would become broken - and the broken shard of Clarent would find its way into Arthur's mortal wound. But what really happened is a litany of lies that have been told to satisfy the egos of the three people who manipulated all the events leading up to Camlann. Merlin. Morgaine. And Morgaine's lover, Jason of Normandy (also known as Jason Blood). Somewhere inbetween the lies, the egos, and the conspiratorial whispers designed to grasp the throne of all Britain is one young boy who never asked to exist and yet is judged by history for no greater crime than being born.

To some, he is the rightful heir to Arthur's throne. To others, he is history's most magnificent bastard. And none now live who could claim to know the right by any of the deeds he may, or may not, have performed.

Setting the stage for our story, Morgaine Le Fey has vanished. The search for his mother reveals a threat to England, if not the world, propelling Mordred into the footsteps of his father and his mother both. Will he become the knight he was meant to be? Or will he become the villain history has made him out to be?

N O T E S:

---

BASIC TIMELINE

• 527 AD - Morgaine le Fay, half-sister to Arthur Pendragon, enchants and deceives her brother in order to conceive Mordred - the first in a grand scheme to depose and replace Arthur that would seat her as the Shadow Queen of all Britannia.

• 536 AD - Mordred becomes page and squire to Sir Brian of Kent, the Silent Knight. When his knight loses his sword, Mordred goes searching for a replacement and returns with Clarent, King Arthur's knighting sword. Historians debate whether Arthur bestowed the sword to Mordred or if Mordred simply stole it, the latter being the more popular in line with Mordred's modern interpretation as the traitor of Camelot.

• 537 AD - The Battle of Camlann, in which Arthur and Mordred fell. It is unclear from the oldest surviving histories whether Mordred fought with or against Arthur, though this was the battle in which Jason Blood did betray Arthur and conspired with Morgaine le Fay to depose him. Over time, authors have associated Mordred's name with treachery, and laid the blame for Arthur's death on his hands.

• September 1919 - A British archaeologist by the name of Morganna de la Fontaine (Morgaine le Fay) presents Adolf Hitler with the Spear of Longinus, the lance that pierced the side of Christ, enabling his rise to power. In exchange, she asks only for access to German research in the years to come.

• 1925-1927 - German Meteor expedition to the antarctic. Crew lists include Morganna de la Fontaine (Morgaine le Fay), who guides the expedition to covertly recover the Crystal of Kadavus during sonar mapping of the South Atlantic Ridge.

• 26 January 1937 - The first full moon on the 1,400th anniversary of the Battle of Camlann. Using the power of Crystal of Kadavus on Mordred's remains. As he was conceived with magic, the artifact partially restores Mordred's being, but does not restore him to life.

• 25 February 1937 - The second full moon of the 1,400th anniversary of the Battle of Camlann. Using the Crystal of Kadavus, Morgaine le Fay restores Mordred to life and, drawing power from the realm of Annwn, casts a spell granting him eternal youth.

• March 1942 - Negotiations on the rule of England following Nazi victory in Europe are postponed after Allied victories in Germany prompt Morgaine to take Mordred and flee Nazi Germany. The pair settle on the Isle of Murias in Annwn.

• April 1953 - The bicentenary of the British Museum, which is celebrated with a showcasing of artifacts related to the legend of King Arthur, including Goswhit, the helmet of Arthur. Mordred creates a public disturbance when he tries to recover his father's helmet, only to be stopped by Sir Justin (Ystin).

• May 2005 - The E3 convention in Star City, California. Mordred attends and is attacked by Etrigan the Demon, seeking to draw out Morgaine le Fay. The wounded Mordred is enchanted to sleep until it is time for him to claim his kingdom (and to keep him from wandering off) by Morgaine.

• January 2017 - Mordred awakens in the Castle Murias, with no sign of his mother. Leaving Annwn, the boy searches for clues as to where she may have gone, and what she may have been doing.

Maximum Comics

Rebooted Dami-Spawn's first post.

And I now own the last three IC posts with all of my characters.

I hereby declare this the Super Bounce Power Hour.

Maximum Comics

May 2nd, 2016 ♦ Bludhaven, New Jersey

The back roads outside the suburbs were empty as the car went barreling over an unpaved section of Highway 70.

...I like smoking lightning... heavy metal thunder...

A two liter four-cylinder roared over the dirt and gravel, the hubcaps spinning clouds of dust in an expansive wake behind where the red hatchback coupe was prowling along the edges of town. It was the 1973 Ford Pinto. Steppenwolf blasted from the 8-track deck in the dash, as the boy at the wheel had one hand on the wheel, one hand on the stick, a foot on the clutch and the other on the gas. The seat was as far forward as it would go, a pair of old phone books wedged between the seat and his butt in order for him to see over the dash.

To be certain, the Redbird was a complete and total piece of shit.

It was also something of a labor of love, as working on the car was a seemingly endless project to occupy the child.

When you lived in a graveyard, projects to take your mind off of things were a must.

Engaging the clutch, the boy spun the wheel and gently applied the emergency brake as a drift stick, taking the car into a controlled vertical slid as he executed a sharp turn. Downshifting, the boy let off the clutch and punched the gas, feeling the tires spinning as the car struck pavement and took off.

He'd tracked Mark to a warehouse on the old Waterloo Docks. Safe bet was that's where the heroine was moving in and out of, allowing him to take out the dealer and the supply chain all at the same time.

Cutting the headlights, the Pinto shuddered along until it arrived at a fishing pier that had been shut down since the late 1960's, when it had been a popular children's swimming hole. That was before the Environmental Protection Agency or water quality testing, which had summarily condemned the river for chemical runoff. But the old pier still offered a vantage point on the docks across the river.

He parked the car outside of an old wrought iron fence that was falling off its hinges. The chain and lock were probably the only thing still holding it upright. Without pause, the child passed straight through the metal bars as though they weren't even there. As he did, his form shifted as though his shadow had come alive.

The shadow seemed to become tangible, black as the night and red like blood. It spread across his body, as a domino mask appeared across his eyes -- which glowed with an eerie light. Heavy chains hung off his form, as though he'd broken free of some hellish bondage, clinking lightly as he walked.

The planks of the old pier had rotted completely through. The boy stood out on a pylon, out toward the middle of the river, and took a seat as he stared across at the warehouse.

There was a light on.

Someone was expecting a delivery.

As he waited, the young Hellspawn pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds. Tapping the pack against his knee, the boy pulled a cigarette free and slipped it between his lips. A flicker of hellfire glowed at the tip of one finger as he lit it up and drew in a breath.

All he could taste was ash in his mouth.

Forcing air from out of dead lungs, the child corpse exhaled into the night air, flicking some of the burning embers off to fizzle in the water below. And settled in for a long wait.

Maximum Comics

THE PENTAGON
U.S. Department of Defense
Arlington, Virginia

"The pod is roughly three by four meters. Scans have revealed an interior volume of..."

"We've ruled out a nuclear strike?"

The Joint Chiefs were assembled in a conference room, screens lit with various angles of a live feed that was streaming from the Army National Guard base in New Mexico, where the Kryptonian pod had been transported from the landing strip for initial study. A NASA flight surgeon had been brought in from Metropolis to oversee the procedure, a measure that the DoD had acquiesced to only because the doctor in question was a military officer.

As far as General Samuel Lane was concerned, this was a strictly military operation now.

"...ultrasound measurements indicate a fluctuating mass inside the..."

The flight surgeon's voice narrated the images surrounding the room. The microphone near the general muted as he posed the question to the National Security Advisor. A mousey, meek politician who seemed to shrink under the weight of Lane's glare. "Are you joking?" the man stammered, before quickly regretting the question.

Sam Lane never joked.

Clearing his throat, the advisor started again. "The Russians would have a field day. Say we're violating New START. And then there's the Chinese, the North Koreans. We'd have almost no support from NATO..."

"Fuck NATO," Lane growled, a baritone rumble as he looked around the room. "Gentlemen, if there's another Superman in that pod, we have a problem." One Kryptonian was one too many. There were too many unknowns with Superman. Least of all, vulnerabilities. How could they defend against Superman?

"We're operating on the assumption that there's someone in that pod," a Coast Guard officer said, piping up from the back end of the table. "My understanding is that the Richards' expedition was only green-lit because the going assumption was that this was a part that had fallen off the alien ship."

"And if it is a lifepod, we now face the possibility that this was an object deliberately launched into orbit," another voice, a Marine Corps officer, interjected. "We might have just picked up a grenade, ladies."

Listening to the debate, Lane's finger reached across for the button on the microphone. "What's this assholes name?"

"Donovan, sir."

"Donovan..." Lane echoed, as though it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Depressing the button, Lane's voice resonated through the speakers overhead as he asked, "Doctor Donovan, in your opinion, is there a lifeform inside of that pod?"

There was a crackle of static and a pause. On the screens, a man in a aluminum-like hazard suit stopped his work in order to turn and face one of the cameras.

"Sir, the data lends itself to no concrete conclusion at present, but..."

"Best guess, Commander," Lane snapped, cutting the man off.

"No, sir. I don't believe there is a lifeform aboard the pod."

Lane looked at the Marine. The Marine looked at the Coast Guard. The Coast Guard was looking at the National Security Advisor. And the National Security Advisor looked like he was ready to piss himself if he didn't get out of this room soon. Depressing the button a second time, Lane answered, "You don't?"

"I think there are two lifeforms, sir."

Taking his finger off the microphone, General Sam Lane -- along with all of the assembled Joint Chiefs -- looked over at the National Security Advisor.

The silence was uncomfortable to say the least. "Perhaps... an accident in-- involving one of our... nu... nuclear silos," the man stammered, pulling out a handkerchief as the sweat starting running off his forehead.

The Army Chief of Staff was locking his sights on Lane. "What do you propose? The Manhatten Project in the middle of Colorado?"

"This is an election year," the National Security Advisor managed coherently, swabbing at his face anxiously with the cloth. "The President must have plausible deniability."

"Bob," Lane's voice cut in, turning attention to the Chief of Naval Operations. "What if we put it at the bottom of the ocean?"

The Admiral gave Lane a quizzical look. "And do what? Hit it with a torpedo?"

That, and a cup of really hot coffee, were going to do absolutely nothing to Superman from what they'd observed.

"Not just a torpedo," Lane answered flatly.

The room fell silent again, until the National Security Advisor was the one to finally break the ice. "North Korea lost a sub not too long ago, if we place it in the South China Sea they couldn't easily pin it back to us."

It was the National Guard who voiced the dissent.

"I look around this room and I wonder, what happened to America?"

All eyes in the room swept to the back of the room, where the Coast Guard and Air Guard were quickly distancing themselves from the Army Reservist who, for his part, seemed to be wondering what was wrong with everyone else. "You know, this is a race we know nothing about. We know nothing about what's inside that pod. What is it. Who is it," the man said, even as he looked around the room and realized he was totally alone in what he was saying. "And we're sitting here, reacting out of fear, just wanting to... lash out and destroy what may be our one opportunity to greet an extraterrestrial race with, I don't know... what's on the Statue of Liberty? Give me your tired, your weary, your poor..?"

Lane laughed. A short, gruff, hollow sound. Standing, the General leaned over the table and answered clearly, "Today, gentlemen, that sign reads No Vacancy."

The room stood at attention, chairs scraping against the floor as all of the officers stood. Looking around at his officers, Lane raised a finger to point at each one in turn. "Now, I want that piece of shit taken out of NASA's hands and no one, no one knows it was ever here," the General stated, pausing only to get a nod of agreement out of the National Security Advisor. When he'd gotten it, Lane looked back and up and added, "We'll take it out back and we're going to put a nuke up it's Super-ass, and it can go to hell."

As he started for the door, the man stopped for just a moment, leveling a glare straight at the National Guard Chairman. "I want one thing to be very clear, gentlemen. That pod is a clear and present danger to these United States."