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Interested. That said, my only real 40k knowledge is having read a handful of articles on the wiki and reading all of The All Guardsmen Party.

IN: MIDNIGHTER V. THE PEOPLE OF ATLANTIS

M E T R O P O L I S / U S A :

June 2nd, 2019 - 12:35 | Metropolis Streets


War was something familiar to Midnighter. He was bred for it, molded by it. In some ways, the world was only war. Wars of culture, ideas, and of personality. It never stopped, and it never would. It was all the League and all the Peace Corps of the world could do to just slow the cycle down. But goddamn it if those Atlantean sons of bitches wouldn’t try their best to cock up the process.

Midnighter would’ve liked to think he was knee deep in the dead. Instead he was knee deep in a pile of people with profound spinal cord injuries, who’d need major corrective surgery. Didn’t have the same ring to it. By now Midnighter had taken to uprooting parking meters and lobbing them like spears. Bonus points for headshots. The Atlanteans fell easier than expected. He might’ve assumed them to be stronger, for a people that survive under immense pressures day in and day out. But that didn’t change the fact that they had shit unit tactics and had to contend with every available branch of the US Military shelling the ever loving crap out of them, in the city with the greatest Superhero-Per-Capita rating in the world. Not exactly ideal invasion conditions.

There was something… Off about this invasion. The Atlanteans were a proud people, incredibly powerful and commanded with impeccable military structure. But this invasion was just… Off. Were it up to Midnighter he’d have started by takeover of small, defenseless port towns. Atlanteans were damned near indistinguishable from humans -- they could’ve set up Forward Operating Bases anywhere in America and no one would be the wiser. Instead they charged gung-ho into major population centers that had capes falling out of every orifice. Not to say Midnighter was complaining -- it made them so much easier to mop up.

In the past hour they’d made a lot of surprising progress, mostly locking down beachheads in all the ports, and dismantling whatever Navy presence there was. But by then surface resistance had gotten a little thicker and that posed problems. Turns out Atlanteans that didn’t really know what surface-land looks like were easily surprised by landmines. Midnighter had also taken the liberty of rounding up the fancy-schmancy energy weapons of any Atlanteans he dropped and mass-teleporting them to HQ for distribution. The surprise on an Atlanteans face at seeing their armor being boiled away by their own weapons brought Midnighter a special kind of satisfaction.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel almost useless up here. In between stacking up car barricades with his super strength, he was just shooting fish in a barrel that’d get taken out by another Leaguer or a lucky Cop with an Atlantis-gun. All of the cities should be more of less effectively covered -- Titans could handle SanFran, old guard Leaguers could take Coast City, current and reservist Leaguers could handle Metropolis, and hopefully the solo heroes would remove their heads from their own asses long enough to marshal a defense for Hub City.

He ripped the door off of a nearby car and wrapped it around his latest Atlantean takedown. He added him to his slowly growing pyramid of soldiers. That left Midnighter as a foot soldier, cutting down any infantry who took a wrong turn and ended up in his neighborhood. It was fun, sure, cracking skulls and making interesting pretzels out of Atlantean body parts, but it was somehow unfulfilling.

Midnighter looked into the horizon, past his latest car barricade, waiting for the next wave to roll in with the tide. He could see out into the sparkling ocean beyond. If he put the fire and the smoke and the steady rat-tat-tat of gunfire out of his mind, the water was almost beautiful… A great, blue-green jewel hiding the greatest city the world had ever known. Then, it hit him. He keyed his comms.

“League channels, this is Midnighter. I’m abandoning position -- I’m going to give those Atlantean sons-of-bitches a taste of their own medicine.”
Hey, sorry for a late and not-that-great post. I've been rather busy this past week with finals and stuff going on, but I tried to get something out.

@Queen Raidne It's been the Janus since I submitted. If it's a hassle I can change it.
The Battle of Earth. Archie had hoped this day would never come -- The Covenant finding their home world. With only the fleet and a handful of Spartans between a purge by almighty aliens and salvation. Archie had considered it, in his quiet moments. What he would do. What he could do. Maybe he'd pull his standard issue M6G and die gloriously repelling invaders. Maybe he'd commandeer one of the Longswords and go out in a blaze of glory. What he didn't expect was to find himself as new Captain with the old one's brains spattered over his boots.

Archie's stomach churned and hearing gave out as his brain shuddered at the sudden shift in the status quo. He didn't know if he would throw up or if he would curl into a little ball and die. The only thing he could focus on was the whir of the Shaw-Fujikawa translight engine as it came to life, and the background shouts of the ONI spook that had just killed his only mentor in the world, ordering the bridge crew to shut the jump to slipspace down.

"Captain." Agent V's blue eyes broke his trance. Archie hadn't supposed she'd be capable of something like this. A short woman with mousy brain hair tied back into a loose ponytail, with glasses that always seemed slightly askew. She seemed more like a pissed off librarian than a murderer. But the specks of blood on her ONI uniform was helping reality to set in.

"The Shaw-Fujikawa is midcycle and doesn't seem to be stopping. You need to do something." Her fingernail stabbed into his chest.

"I... Uh..." The bridge was silent for an instant, the crew waiting to see what their new captain would do. Or maybe they were also going into shock from watching their former Captain's attempt as cowardice suddenly and brutally cut down.

"JJ... Spin us up a return vector." The sound of the world faded into background buzzing once more as Archie took measured steps to the Captain's chair. The noise of the crew became a quiet rumble, and the groans of plasma burns on the Janus's armor disappeared from his register.

Reality lurched for a moment. Whatever was happening, this wasn't a slipstream jump. There was a certain subtlety to slipstream, the gentle rend of spacetime's fabric around you as your vessel entered the space between dimensions. This was something else -- Being violently shunted from one plane to the next, everything going wrong for just a moment. The air tasted purple and everything sounded like the number six until all the five sense schlorped back to normal.

"I..." Archie pushed himself into the fabric of the Captain's chair, "What...?"

"Sir, Spartan-096 reporting. Green Team is ready to drop -- what's happening up there?" Elise's voice crackled from the dead man's comms.

Vomit dribbled from the ONI Agent's mouth. She pulled herself from the floor. Archie realized that since the jump, almost everyone had changed positions. Half the bridge crew were laid out in bizarre positions, some intertwined with one another like twenty steps into a game of Twister. Maisie ripped the comm from the body.

"Belay that drop, Spartan. Wait for additional orders." Maisie croaked into the microphone. She dropped the device and dry heaved.

JJ's voice pulsed from the center console. "Staff...," his voice and form was obscured by static for a moment, "I don't know how else to put this, but I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
I'm majorly into this idea, but I have a couple ideas and I'm not sure which would slot best into the little group that's forming. I hope you guys can help me decide:

-Alien symbiote type, ala Venom or Carnage. It comes from a species who each get to 'dominate' a planet, by subjugating as many creatures as possible with its biomass. In this culture, each symbiote is given one planet for itself and itself alone, so the creature would view the other invaders as pretenders to its new throne/homeland, and feel compelled to destroy them.

-Super Scientist type, ala Doctor Octopus or more specifically, Doc Ock's time as the Superior Spiderman. Would probably tout himself as the "Supreme Scientist" of the world, and all known worlds, and think himself perfectly suited to the task of defeat The Outsiders, which those simpleton heroes would of course be incapable of. Would probably be a gadgeteer, but have one main gimmick(like how Ock has his arms as his 'main thing'.)

-Cowboy type guy, largely based on McCree and Reaper from Overwatch, as well as Bullseye from Marvel Comics and Vigilante from DC Comics. Pistolero mercenary who was mostly in it for kicks and the cash. A little bit of a narcissist, and doesn't really think he can die. He was just doing it for the money and isn't really interested in anyone but himself, his wife, and his son. He thought he was living the good life -- plenty of money, plenty of time with his family, and he'd always gets sprung from the joint by his next employer. That is, until the Outsiders attacked.

-Someone from a future where The Outsiders won and humanity well and truly lost. To this character, that event is well in the past, and they are far descended from one of the era's Great Heroes. They figured they could travel back in time, quickly take over to better shore up the planet's defenses. They were quickly defeated by the planets heroes and sent to prison. They are now desperately trying to gather a team to put an end to the Outsiders.

I have a few more ideas rolling around in case none of these would really work, but these are the main ones I'm considering. Which would you all like to see most?
Hope it's cool to post a WIP. This seems like a cool idea.



@Queen RaidneFinished up my sheet. I get that it probably reads a bit powerful, but Halo's weapons are quite weak for most Sci-Fi settings.
Hope it's cool to post a WIP. This seems like a cool idea.

Would anyone be willing to do a collab post with me? Because right now Midnighter is quite stuck in Vlatava. I was thinking that perhaps the League had sent someone in to keep an eye on him(despite the fact that it was supposed to be his "solo" mission), that ends up saving him from Vertigo. Worse comes to worse I can find some way to pull him out of there, but I think it'd feel a little contrived.
@Raddum Yeah, that’s totally fair. To be honest with you, half the reason I cancelled it was because my vision for this was a little... Unclear. I figured I should step back and reevaluate what I’d want out of an Unstoppables series. I’m certainly not going for an Avengers type thing — the closest stylistic contemporary I can think of is Kickass. When I mentioned “random raiders” originally, I really meant just random raiders NPCs basically. I totally imagine our characters getting killed by Raider Bosses or even particularlly large dogs. Like getting killed by Cook Cook instead of Raider Fiend #27. That said, we’d probably end up knee deep in enough raiders that someone would die that way eventually.

@AngelofOctober Fair, but that’s just not really the sort of character I’m looking for in this ensemble. I guess the sort of vibe I’m going for is to have a cast that looks like they could leap off the Wasteland-tinged Unstoppables pages. You could certainly strike this kind of vibe by writing a character like the Antagonizer, or someone whose Hubris Comics backstory is of a villain.
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