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Jonathan Kent/Superman

Eastern Europe-Balkan Mountains

"Strike Eagle this is Mother Goose do you have visual on the target?"

"Strike Eagle to Mother Goose. I have visual confirmation, permission to engage"

"Stand by Strike Eagle, awaiting confirmation."

...

"Strike Eagle, green light to engage. Good luck."
"Copy. Strike Eagle moving in to engage... have the clean up crew ready, this shouldn't take long.


****

Finally it was time to move. Jon unfolded his arms, his eyes focused on the singular target despite being over several miles away in an elevated position. Even the most advanced military scopes would have had difficulty locating the singular being who trekked his way through the snowy, windy landscape but these kryptonian eyes were physiological wonders. Jon took one last look around the winter landscape, there was nobody around and no potential victims that could get caught up in the upcoming confrontation. Jon arched himself back like a sprinter preparing to explode out of the blocks before he he extended his arms forward and in an instant was ripping the air sky echoed with the sound of thunder.

Ivan Petrov lumbered his way up the mountain, his head lowered as freezing winds slashed at his skin to little effect. This harsh environment would have proved to be a mighty obstacle for most but not for Ivan. This was Ivan's everyday life as his past as a former Soviet soldier forced him to remain secluded from the rest of the world. His past sins were admired under the Soviet government but that government no longer existed and no country was willing to house a renowned killer such as himself. It had been a long trip back home and his "business meeting" in Metropolis was a success, all there was left to do was head home and prepare for his next job.

Ivan approached the cave that provided him his shelter and though a sense of relief filled his spirit something felt off. The giant of a man paused and took a long hard look at his environment but all he could hear was the blowing wind and his sight remain obstructed by the raging blizzard. Shaking his head in irritation, Ivan entered his residence, running a gloved hand through his long hair as ice and snow dripped from his body. The man unfurled the duffle bag he had carried with him as he moved to grab an unopened bottle from an organized stack at the side of the cave. Chuckling in anticipation and savoring a proper drink, Ivan moved to open his alcoholic vice until the sound of thunder echoed outside caught his attention. Ivan turned his gaze towards the entrance of the cave as he took a hard swing from the glass bottle. For several moments there was nothing and Ivan grew disinterested. "Nothing. Just my imagination" he thought to himself as he turned away to grab a second bottle in preparation but he heard a thud at the entrance of his home.

"Ivan Petrov." A voice announced as Ivan turned in surprise at the sound of his own name as an armored, muscular figure entered his home.
"Do I know?" Ivan questioned as he examined the individual before him. At first he was wary, surprised that someone else was capable of traversing his mountain until his eyes focused on the S symbol on the individual's chest. "Ah... I see. You are that new Superman aren't you? S.H.I.E.L.D's dog." Now it all made sense.

Jon smirked at Ivan's response and stopped just several feet before his adversary. "So you do know who I am. If that's the case then you know what this is about. Ivan Petrov, you are wanted for murder, assassination of a federal officer-"
Ivan cut off Jon with a chuckle. "You do not need to state what I already know. You follow orders as I have followed mine. I have taken many lives. It is simply business"
Jon was amused with the answer. Perhaps he was going to get some action after all. "This is your last warning Ivan. You've been under surveillance since you departed Metropolis. We know all about your little therapy session with Bruno Mannheim. You have no where to run, nobody to help you, it's over."

"Your first mistake Superman...I do not bend." For several tense moments nobody made a move, each individual attempting to anticipate the other. Ivan finally took initiative, lunging to a nearby assault riffle that lay against the cavern wall and just as quickly as he had retrieved the weapon, Ivan was just as quick to unleash a hailstorm of bullets right into the kryptonian's chest. However much to Ivan's disappointment the bullets harmlessly ricocheted off Jon's chest and after several seconds of sustained fire, the clip was emptied with no damage dealt.

"I commend you for your accuracy but your bullets won't be enough to kill me." Jon boasted as he began to advance towards the former Soviet soldier. Despite the task ahead of him, Ivan gritted his teeth and in a series of Russian curses grabbed a pair of hunting knives he had kept at his sides and lunged forward.

"He's fast but not that fast." Jon thought as Ivan moved in a manner that was greater than a normal human being, his physiology was not enough to overcome the alien before him. In a swift response to his opponent's actions, Jon caught his opponent by the wrist, his composed smirk never fading. With a frustrated snarl Ivan threw a second strike with his other hand but that blow was also caught by the young kryptonian. With a brief application of pressure Ivan grimaced as it felt like the bones in his wrists would snap. Ivan struggled in vain to free his arms but Jon's strength was too much.

"Give up." Jon demanded as he applied more pressure, inflicting more pain in a brutal forceful attempt to impose his will on the former Soviet soldier who could only return the kryptonian's actions with a barrage of insults he could not understand. Having decided that he had his amusement, the kryptonian raised his blue armored foot and connected with a sharp front kick into Ivan's chest, propelling the former Soviet soldier backwards into one of the nearby cave walls. The impact between the rocky cavern and Ivan's body shook the very foundations they were standing in. "It's over Ivan. That kick right is several broken ribs." It was far from a full powered strike but surely enough to damage his opponent.

"You dare mock me?" Ivan replied as he struggled to stand. Despite his strength of will even Ivan could not ignore the pain that radiated from his torso as his own legs struggled to support his weight. With his body beginning to fail him, Ivan prepped himself for one more attack. "If you think I'll surrender, you are gravely mistaken. I may die in this cave Superman but I will take you with me!" The former Soviet threatened as he once more rushed at Jon who stood his ground. Jon had to give Ivan some credit, his previous blow would have killed an ordinary man and yet despite his injuries was still coming for more. Seeking to oblige him once more, Jon fired a quick straight punch into Ivan's midsection as the Soviet was launched what seemed like a dozen feet deeper into the cave, hitting the ground in a vicious thud. It was a mighty blow that Jon felt could have burst his opponent's chest wide open.

Jon casually walked over towards his downed opponent as his second blow had all but put Ivan down for good. The Soviet struggled to move but his damaged body would not respond and it felt like his very own life was fading away. "The Soviet's attempt to mimic the Roger's serum is pathetic but it's because of it that you should count yourself fortunate you aren't dead." Jon stood over Ivan who was now struggling in and out of consciousness as blood began to drip from the sides of his mouth. "You should have saved yourself the trouble and surrendered now look at you." Yet despite his gloating Jon realized that his opponent simply began to chuckle.

In a weakened effort but an effort none the less, Ivan began to start sprouting off random words in Russian leaving Jon dumbfounded. "Perhaps I hit you too hard. I got you all delusional." Jon took a knee next to Ivan as his kryptonian eyes worked to decipher just how much damage he had caused but suddenly Ivan's began to laugh in a way that unnerved the krytponian. The laugh was filled with pain and mixed with bloody coughs and despite the physical agony, the laughter would not stop. For several moments no sound filled the cavern but the laughs of a dying man until another sound began to erupt from throughout the cave. It was quiet at first but it became faster and louder. A bomb... Jon turned his head trying to locate the source of the sound as he realized that Ivan was playing his final surprise. Just as the kryptonian debated his next actions, he felt a weak hand grasp his ankle.

"Hail Hydra." And just like that the walls imploded in a fiery explosion as Jon was bathed in fire...

****
"Strike Eagle do you copy? Are you alright?"
...

"Strike Eagle, please respond."

"This is Strike Eagle. I'm alright. Target has been eliminated."

"What happened?"
"Ivan had no intention on being captured. Took himself out along with his little hide out."
"Copy that Strike Eagle. We're sending a recovery team in to see what they could salvage from the wreckage... Heads up, Director Fury is requesting contact."

"Copy. Send him through."

"Jon, I told you I needed him alive." Despite their communication being through the radio, Jon could tell right away Fury was slightly disappointed.

"I had every intention on making it happen but Ivan had a contingency in place. This patient game isn't working, we should move against Intergang now."

"Not yet. We need to know why Intergang is reaching out to Soviet operatives. There will be others and perhaps next time you won't let them blow up. As for now I need you to stateside ASAP"

"What for?"

"Just got word from a Commissioner Gordon. An old friend of yours has been spotted in Gotham."
@DragonofTheWest Good CS so far, but i'm gonna need a little more on the enemies, as well as some expansion on the "Where your character is going" part of the story overview. Pretty much, i'm gonna need this CS to tell me, roughly, where you want to take Jon in his story.


No problem, I left things kind of vague because I'm not sure what what is exactly the state of world affairs/current events are.

If you have any insight on how you want to start things off I'll make the proper arrangements
Hopefully it all checks out, looking forward to seeing this take off



Any specifics on era? Or were you leaning towards just a sandbox, anything Star Wars type of thing
Any idea on how I should get started? I dont want to jump in and possibly mess with something already in motion
Name: Jacen Solo
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Faction: Federation

Personality: Talented and boisterous, Jacen is every bit the stereotypical hot shot rookie, thrust into a conflict he truly doesn’t understand. Born with nerves of steel, Jacen’s lack of fear has led him to develop aggressive tendencies that often put him in danger but also made him unpredictable and unusually dangerous. Despite a cocky exterior, Jacen cares deeply for his fellow soldier and will do whatever is necessary to not only win, but also to protect his fellow allies.

History: Originally nicknamed “The Rookie” Jacen was a prodigious talent that caught quite the amount of attention when he enlisted to be a pilot. Despite his young age, Jacen’s displayed an incredible natural feel for combat as he dominated battle simulations time and time despite doing "all the wrong things". While military superiors found Jacen’s personality at times insufferable, they could not deny they had a young talented pilot that can prove to be a powerful asset in the battles to come.

Due to his natural offensive temperament, it was only fitting that Jacen was provided with a The “Strike Freedom” Gundam. With an offensive arsenal that few MS can match, Jacen is sure to be an offensive powerhouse for the Federation.

MS/Gundam:


Any exact specifics on the "evil" ?
@DragonofTheWestThe only "Sith" with proper training would be Palpatine and Dooku. Dooku is a minor noble in the Republic that resigned from the Jedi, and both will need to defect.

You can always be from the Empire but not have formal training, or just be a dark jedi.


Would said Imperial eventually be allowed to "grow" into the Sith/ Darth title?
I'm down as a Sith if that is alright
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