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Well, I'm still here, and glad to lend a hand.
Ideas? PM me maybe?
You could always pre-write a few posts for S2.
Working on a reply to @Celeste but I'm stumped at how Terminus would view House Soleander or particularly Matthias Soleander. Probably should iron out/PM me some information regarding that.
Alright, will make another post, is anything big pending or is this more introspection and training time?
It's after lunch on the 9th day now, so pilots have free range of facilities and it is their responsibility to keep themselves busy or socialize.
For the last few days between breakfast and lunch, Rebecca Marek has been been your drill sergeant and has been physical driving you through obstacle courses and personal fitness regimens.
0730 / 7:30 AM - NC Physical Training Call
1130 / 11:30 AM - NC Physical Training Dismissal
NCPT serves as a roughly four hour course of physical training with Rebecca Marek commanding and supervising. This includes fundamental introductions and regimens of physical fitness that begins to prepare pilots for the mandatory obstacle course, shooting course, and “Graham’s Ultimatum” exams. A lot of running, working, climbing, shooting, and training.
Sustained flight would use a lot of power/heat, but it is possible yes. I believe we have a few NCs with flight capabilities.
GRAHAM
COMMANDER GRAHAM's OFFICE, NEW ANCHORAGEAFTERNOON
It had been nine days since Graham had given his ultimatum to his pilots, and already things were starting to sort out. Though, it wasn’t without issue; he had already lost one pilot due to the way he had set down his rules and expectations, and he expected that Yeshua Horowitz was only going to be the first of them to ask for dismissal. But it did strike him as odd that Yeshua was the first pilot to leave New Anchorage considering his history.
Before acquiring the NC known as Anzu, Yeshua had been trained meticulously at a Paragon-owned training facility in the southern German provinces. Much like Stein Kalfox and Alexander Sky, they had been trained with expectations and requirements that were demanded to be met or face consequences— so the fact that him wanting out of Alaska with tail between his legs, no matter how eccentric he was, was definitely odd. Looking into it all morning, Graham couldn’t find out anything that suggested Yeshua had problems with his fellow pilots or New Anchorage’s faculty; the kid just nonsensically decided he didn’t want to be in Alaska and decided to pay the fines that went with him ending his contract prematurely. Before the other pilots had even been awake Yeshua had disappeared and Anzu along with him.
But what was done was done— he didn’t need to play detective. He sighed as he looked through the files on his computer; his right hand scrolling through files as his left hand held a cup of cocoa-infused coffee that he brought to his lips.
The reports of the first week of NC pilot activities and training was disappointing outside of the progress of his favored pilots who did as he expected them to— Kalfox had no pastimes outside of training, Smith was out to prove she was just as good as the “young blood”, Van Gent oddly worked well under pressure, Styles was as tenacious as she was blunt, and Jackspar was out to show she could rise to the challenge. The rest of the pilots had a variety of concerns due to what they had shown Graham; Moore was a coward who had no teeth, Sky was foolish in his impulses, Maverick was an inquisitive reporter out for a story, Strange was a vivacious cripple, Verona was forced to be here, and Ray had shown him absolutely nothing. Between himself, Marek, and Lofgren they had a lot of work to do to turn them into something worth keeping.
Rebecca Marek had been responsible for leading the mandatory physical training which she called “pilot boot camp” for the last week and she had done an excellent job providing reports back to him, which was a pleasant surprise considering how... casual she was when she didn’t have responsibilities; he had heard of her reputation back in Denver-Vegas from her former commander, Kaylin Bruere. He felt at least a little impressed by Marek's efforts and was starting to feel he hired the right woman— if anyone could drive New Anchorage’s pilots into what Graham needed them to be it was her.
Graham looked at the clock on his computer.
12:55.
The pilots morning drills by Marek were over and they were just now finishing lunch; which went into a period he hadn't assigned yet. Though he was considering marking it to Lofgren in a few days, after he had taken care of putting some more of his money into the simulation pods. The VR was up-to-date, but the pods sure as hell were not.
“One step at a time.” He told himself out loud, “What would she tell you right now?”
“You’re driving yourself crazy, crackers.”
He laughed as he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he took another drink of coffee.
End of Day 1
TIMESKIP
Start of Day 9
I think Morden intends to post elsewise I would sketch a post up immediately. I'll wait on him.
“God grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right, even though I think it is hopeless.”
C H E S T E R N I M I T Z
B R O T H E R H O O D
C O A S T C I T Y - U N I T E D S T A T E S
It had been a few hours since she made her phone call to Jessica Drew, the superhero known as Spider-Woman and an agent of the federal agency called SHIELD. A few thoughts had circled Carol’s head since such as the fact that it probably would’ve been faster if she went to Jessica and not the other way around. But then again her passing over Metropolis probably would’ve gotten her involved in some superhero crisis or called in to Justice League headquarters for “essential” training or some other waste of her time. The wait was terrible but at least she didn’t have much for distractions outside of stopping the occasional street thief or two. Which, as far as Carol was concerned was a civic duty that was greatly appreciated— at least that’s what the old shopkeeper told her when she apprehended the two crooks some fifteen minutes or so ago.
Looking over the old stadium parking lot, Carol took a light breath. Whoever was leading the Brotherhood in Magneto’s absence had coordinated them well-enough and she truly wished she knew who it was exactly that was being what she referred to as “asshole terrorismTM” – between groups like the Purifiers and other outliers, a mutant version of HYDRA wasn’t exactly something Carol or the world specifically needed. The law was stupid and a lot of mutants were hurt by hate-mongering zealots but that wasn’t a reason to justify the hate and fear. Not to mention, how were people so angry and scared about mutants when superheroes like herself and Superman were not too far from the mutant race. What exactly made them different? How they got their powers? Their acceptance by big government? The fact they weren’t scared children?
She ran her right hand through her blonde hair. The world was insane.
“No wonder you need my help, if you’re waiting for the Coast City Sharks to be… you know… not terrible. What’s next, thinking the Philadelphia 76ers are going to win the championship? You've become delusional in your old age, Carol.”
Carol snapped back to reality turning to the source of the voice behind her.
“Gee, I thought I'd be moping for at least another hour. Did SHIELD upgrade the quinjets? or do we have fancy teleportation technology now? Nah, that's ridiculous. This is the real world, not Star Trek.”
Jessica rolled her eyes, “Yeah, definitely. You’d be amazed how inexpensive and fast it is to travel with the “new & improved” SHIELD resources. No in-flight movie though, so you take the good with the bad.”
Carol laughed as she turned fully around to face the SHIELD agent and superheroine.
“Anyway, I have one condition with the information you wanted. I want to help you. Hands on. Like old times.”
A large smirk grew on Carol’s face. She hadn’t done a mission with the legendary Jessica Drew since before she joined the Justice League and took her time off from SHIELD. In more than one way, she missed it. So, the opportunity to kick mutant ass with the spider-themed federal operative was too good to pass up – and it wasn’t like there was any reason for Carol to say no. Jessica had been a trusted friend and fellow costumed superhero for years now, so there was nothing that suggested it being a bad idea. Well, outside of Jessica getting chewed out by Carol’s other former SHIELD cohort, Abigail Brand.
But that was going to happen anyway for Jessica talking to Carol about “SHIELD sensitive” information without any care for procedure.
“How can I say no? You’ve got me stuck in a web.” She smirked.
“Ha ha ha. You are so not funny.”
“I'm a regular marvel of comedy.”
Jessica shook her head, “I will literally pay you money to not make that joke again for all of eternity.”
“Which one?”
“Both of them.”
Carol laughed.
“Right, anyway what kind of information do we have here that you’re sharing? Anything specifically on the Brotherhood?”
Carol had a feeling the answer was going to be a disappointing “I don’t know”. She had been in SHIELD once upon a time so she knew how elusive The Brotherhood of Mutants could be— but worst case scenario at least she’d have some information about mutant terrorism and maybe if they were lucky it’d end up being brotherhood nonsense.
“The Brotherhood is hard to predict let alone stamp something concrete on, but we have a few leads on mutant terrorism. We have a few agents working on a few cases so let’s not go into that territory since I’d rather not have an awkward family reunion. Word is there is something going down in Star City, if you’re up for sticking in California and stirring up some trouble. If the lead runs dead we'll just jump to the next one until we get a good tug.”
Just like she thought— her SHIELD days didn’t betray her too much, it seemed. Still, if there was something stirring a city over and Jessica felt like there could be a lead there somewhere then it was worth taking a look; plus she enjoyed working with her best friend so that was another plus. Spider-Woman and Captain Marvel back at it again. She could see the headlines now.
“California Dreamin'.”
Looking over the old stadium parking lot, Carol took a light breath. Whoever was leading the Brotherhood in Magneto’s absence had coordinated them well-enough and she truly wished she knew who it was exactly that was being what she referred to as “asshole terrorismTM” – between groups like the Purifiers and other outliers, a mutant version of HYDRA wasn’t exactly something Carol or the world specifically needed. The law was stupid and a lot of mutants were hurt by hate-mongering zealots but that wasn’t a reason to justify the hate and fear. Not to mention, how were people so angry and scared about mutants when superheroes like herself and Superman were not too far from the mutant race. What exactly made them different? How they got their powers? Their acceptance by big government? The fact they weren’t scared children?
She ran her right hand through her blonde hair. The world was insane.
“No wonder you need my help, if you’re waiting for the Coast City Sharks to be… you know… not terrible. What’s next, thinking the Philadelphia 76ers are going to win the championship? You've become delusional in your old age, Carol.”
Carol snapped back to reality turning to the source of the voice behind her.
“Gee, I thought I'd be moping for at least another hour. Did SHIELD upgrade the quinjets? or do we have fancy teleportation technology now? Nah, that's ridiculous. This is the real world, not Star Trek.”
Jessica rolled her eyes, “Yeah, definitely. You’d be amazed how inexpensive and fast it is to travel with the “new & improved” SHIELD resources. No in-flight movie though, so you take the good with the bad.”
Carol laughed as she turned fully around to face the SHIELD agent and superheroine.
“Anyway, I have one condition with the information you wanted. I want to help you. Hands on. Like old times.”
A large smirk grew on Carol’s face. She hadn’t done a mission with the legendary Jessica Drew since before she joined the Justice League and took her time off from SHIELD. In more than one way, she missed it. So, the opportunity to kick mutant ass with the spider-themed federal operative was too good to pass up – and it wasn’t like there was any reason for Carol to say no. Jessica had been a trusted friend and fellow costumed superhero for years now, so there was nothing that suggested it being a bad idea. Well, outside of Jessica getting chewed out by Carol’s other former SHIELD cohort, Abigail Brand.
But that was going to happen anyway for Jessica talking to Carol about “SHIELD sensitive” information without any care for procedure.
“How can I say no? You’ve got me stuck in a web.” She smirked.
“Ha ha ha. You are so not funny.”
“I'm a regular marvel of comedy.”
Jessica shook her head, “I will literally pay you money to not make that joke again for all of eternity.”
“Which one?”
“Both of them.”
Carol laughed.
“Right, anyway what kind of information do we have here that you’re sharing? Anything specifically on the Brotherhood?”
Carol had a feeling the answer was going to be a disappointing “I don’t know”. She had been in SHIELD once upon a time so she knew how elusive The Brotherhood of Mutants could be— but worst case scenario at least she’d have some information about mutant terrorism and maybe if they were lucky it’d end up being brotherhood nonsense.
“The Brotherhood is hard to predict let alone stamp something concrete on, but we have a few leads on mutant terrorism. We have a few agents working on a few cases so let’s not go into that territory since I’d rather not have an awkward family reunion. Word is there is something going down in Star City, if you’re up for sticking in California and stirring up some trouble. If the lead runs dead we'll just jump to the next one until we get a good tug.”
Just like she thought— her SHIELD days didn’t betray her too much, it seemed. Still, if there was something stirring a city over and Jessica felt like there could be a lead there somewhere then it was worth taking a look; plus she enjoyed working with her best friend so that was another plus. Spider-Woman and Captain Marvel back at it again. She could see the headlines now.
“California Dreamin'.”
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