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IC: Cobra Commander

"Ground team," Cobra Commander said into the comm link. "You're go for distraction."

From above the streets of Washington DC in the Cobra helicopter, the Commander saw the bright plum of fire errupt from elsewhere in the city, marking where the ground team and set off the first of many improvised explosive devices. The Commander wanted the feds to think this was some amateur Jihadist setting off the explosives. That way they'd waste time in fanning out in a manhunt for their target instead of putting together a competant counter attack. He enjoyed how predictable the United States government was. If nothing else, he could always rely on them to act moronic.

"Infiltration team, get ready," Firefly barked as the helicopter readied itself to land on top of FBI headquarters. The chopper was outfitted with an FBI transponder code, ensuring they would have a smooth landing. Once inside, however, it would be a different story. Firefly called out, "Ground team says power will be out in ten seconds."

The Commander counted down the incriments in his head, and at the exact moment he finished, the city of Washington went dark. The FBI headquarters had a generator, no doubt, but the time it would take their security systems to come back online would allow the invading squad to enter the building undetected by the feds' cameras. The leader of the terrorist organization spoke calmly to his troops as the aircraft began landing, "The layout of the building has been uploaded to your HUDs. Fire in short, controlled bursts. Let the Americans panic. We are Cobra. We do not fear death."

"Yes, sir!" the Crimson Guard members responded in unison.

The helicopter touched down, winding down its engines as the Commander stepped out in front of his men. Without a word, the squad moved forward with their leader at the point. He didn't often step onto the battlefield, but when he did, he always made sure he was the one at the head of the column. It reminded him of the old times where he was the most feared killer in a region. Sure, people feared his appearance now, but few knew how supremely deadly Cobra Commander was in a fight. But tonight they would remember.

The Commander quickly cut through the lock on the roof's door with a shot from his silenced pistol, but not before checking what was on the other side using his helmet's infrared view. Bursting through the door, he fired two more silenced shots into the foreheads of the entrance's guards before they could gain their bearings. Holstering the pistol, he unhooked the high-powered rifle from his back and began moving towards his goal. Alarms began to blare through the halls of what the foolish Bereau believed to be a fortress. Agents began running through the corridors in a panic, not ready for the sudden incursion onto their hallowed soil. As they ran like the fools they are, they were picked off by the Commander's expert marksmanship, and if he happened to miss, one of his Crimson Guard was there to take the fortunate agent's life.

At a crossroads, the Commander motioned for half of his team to go one way, while he, Firefly, and the other half went in the opposite direction towards the end goal. He knew his men could take care of any pitiful FBI agent that got in their way, and splitting up ensured him an easier path to the X-Files.

"So really," Firefly said after firing a burst from his submachine gun, "what are these things?"

The Commander had always admired how calm his good friend could be in the middle of a fire fight. It was one reason he had kept Firefly around for so long. The man just knew how to handle himself on the battlefield. While others would be wetting themselves in fear, the headstrong demolitions expert would be laughing at them and ripping the throat out of an enemy. But this also meant he was always asking the Commander questions.

"You and I both know the world, the universe is more than what the common man thinks it is," Cobra Commander responded after scoring another round of headshots. "The X-Files contain some of the most easily attainable information on the subjects a normal man should not know about. I intend to find something that will bring this world to its knees."

"Well it's a good thing you're not a normal man, huh?" his friend laughed a sadistic laugh.

Before long they reached their destination, easily breaching the door, and firing two rounds into the gut of the lone agent guarding the room. The X-Files were housed in a small office, with nothing betraying the vast amount of knowledge hidden in the computers housed there.

"Not much to look at," Firefly shrugged.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, my friend," the Commander plugged the data device from his belt into one of the computers. Instantly it began leeching all the data held on the drive. "With what we get from this computer could remake the world as we have always dreamed."

"You're a fool," the wounded agent counghed from the floor, blood trickling from the sides of his mouth. "Whatever you find here won't help you. It'll end up killing us all."

"Lucky for you," the Commander fired another round into the agent's temple, "you won't be around to see that."

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The helicopter took off from the roof of FBI headquarters, the entire contingent of Cobra soldiers on board and unharmed. The Commander smiled behind his mask. His plan had gone off without a problem. Now came time for the icing on the proverbial cake. He flipped a detonator off his belt, flipping the cover open to reveal the ignition button. He pressed it with glee, setting the building off below in a brilliant blaze.

In a matter of minutes, FBI headquarters was nothing but a burning pile of ash and rubble.

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Hey guys found a fix. Will hopefully have posts up in the next few days

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Popping in to say I've hit a snag with some computer trouble. Trying to get it worked out ASAP

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If it was anyone else, I'd probably say no. But it's Bounce, and I trust him to do this in as respectful a manner as possible.

*cough*

Approved. First Bigby post is up. I'm gonna work on the roster and the first post in this thread tomorrow as well as some posts, depending on whether I go see Godzilla or not.

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He slid his chair over to the large cabinet behind his desk, swinging open the large, heavy, wooden doors. Inside were stacked cartons upon cartons of cigarettes. It didn't matter what brand, he didn't care. All he needed was the intoxicating smoke to drown out the flood of smells, sights, sounds, and thoughts of this world. Who would have thought the quaint, empty place he escaped to all those years ago would have become a sardine can in so short a time. Sure, it seemed like eons for the Mundanes, but a few hundred years were like a mere two decades to the Fables, if that.

Slipping a pack out of a carton and quickly lighting up a stick, he took a deep drag while his deputy sighed, "You know those things are bad for you, right?"

Boy Blue had been a scount in the Fable Resistance Armies in the homelands, and a good one at that. He was a brave lad, and had served with dignity, including the Battle of the Last Castle. In fact, he had been one of the Fables on the last boat to the Mundane world Bigby had fished out of the water. Blue felt like he owed him something, even though Bigby never felt that way. Still, he was a good deputy, and the good cop to the wolf's bad cop. Bigby didn't know what he'd do without him.

"They're bad for the Mundies, Blue," Bigby shook his head. "I've been smoking for nearly a century. It'll be fine."

"Well, they smell awful," Boy Blue coughed.

Before the wolf could answer, the Mad Hatter burst through the door to the sheriff's office, sweating profusely. He took off his oversized hat and began dabbing his large forehead with it, "S-s-sheriff! It's horrible!"

"Hatter, what are you doing here? I thought you lived on the Farm," the wolf responded out of the side of his mouth not holding the cigarette.

The Mad Hatter of Wonderland was an eccentric if Bigby had ever met one. He wasn't sure if the Hatter was mad or a genius, though it was likely he was a little of both. He had chosen to stay on the Farm in upstate New York where the non-human-looking Fables lived. He resided with his best friend the March Hare. Bigby went and checked on the Farm periodically, but hadn't been there in years.

"Had to come tell you! The March Hare...he's lost his head!"

"Blue," Bigby said to the boy in a calming voice, "get the good Hatter some tea. I'm going to have a talk with her majesty."

Bigby stood, passing by the trembling Hatter and out the door. If what the loon was saying was correct, then they had their first Fable murdered on Mundane soil in nearly a century. The last one was a doozey, and he had hoped he'd never have to do it again. The sentiment was a foolish one, of course. The Fables had historically been a violent people in the Homelands, whether they wanted to remember that or not. It would always come out of them in the end.

But a murder on the Farm was a whole different matter.

The sheriff stopped in front of his destination, taking a deep before pushing the door open. In the utilitarian office on the other side stood a singular desk. At the desk sat a beautiful, but serious looking woman. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a tight bun, allowing her alabaster skin to shine against the dark wood of the office. Her lips were as ruby red as the most vivid rose, and her eyes were a sparkling blue. Snow White was the reason Bigby had come to Fabletown in the first place. He had never told her, but he had loved her since the day he saved her from the Adversary's troops in the Homelands. There was only one problem.

"What?" Snow asked, not looking up from her work.

She hated Bigby's guts, and was a bit of a bitch to boot.

"You might want to come to my office," he said after a drag of the cigarette. "Mad Hatter's here. Says someone murdered March Hare."

Her piercing eyes darted up from whatever she was doing to stare down the sheriff, "You're not kidding."

"I'm not. Who knows if the loon is or isn't," the lawman shrugged.

"Well, let's go then," Snow White hustled by Bigby, waving the smoke out of her face as she did.

Bigby Wolf
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~Off With Their Heads~
-A Fables Tale-

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The rotors of the helicopter thumped against the night air as the small Cobra strike team readied themselves for the coming skirmish. Cobra Commander sat quietly in the front of the chopper, readying the high-powered rifle in his hands. It was a proprietary Cobra design given to him by Destro. It fired concussion grenades, hollow-point rounds, and included a scope that was able to see through walls. It was a bit high tech for what he was used to, but it was useful. The troops in the helicopter with him were the best of the best in the Cobra Crimson guard. He wanted this to be a quick, quiet operation. He didn't need an unwanted guests tonight.

"What are we doing here again?" Firefly asked, leaning from the back into the pilot's cabin. "You haven't really told us what we're going after."

Cobra hadn't told them what the actual target was. The only briefing he had given his troops was the location and some basic instructions. Everything else was in his head. What he wanted was a crapshoot, in reality. It was nothing but rumor cloaked in secrecy. He wasn't sure if it existed. But if it did, he'd find it and unleash it.

"Gentlemen," the Commander opened the comm channel to his guard's headsets, "we are currently enroute to the FBI headquarters in Washington D.C.. Our goal is to infiltrate the special projects wing and find the area designated to the X-Files. Once there, I will secure the information we require. We will then destroy the building. A separate ground team will create diversionary tactics in order to allow us the optimal chance of succeeding."

"What do these X-Files have that are so important?" Firefly queried on a private channel.

"They have the trail to remake the world, my friend," was the Commander's answer. "And I intend to be the sole owner of that trail."

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Gowi, I'll get back to your PM either tonight or tomorrow.

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"How was your patrol, my son?" Splinter asked Leonardo as he readied himself for sleep.

"Uneventful, Master Splinter," he responded. It was the truth, and there was little else to say. "We saw no sign of either the Foot or the mob."

Splinter flinched at the sound of the name of the rival ninja clan. Leo had seen it in his face before, but he dared not question his master about it. Not yet, at least. If Splinter was hiding something he knew about the ninjas, he did so with good reason. The turtles' father had never led them astray yet, and Leonardo had no reason to question him now.

"That is good, Leonardo," Splinter smiled, leaving the room. "Now get some rest."

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Baxter Stockman sat at his desk, a half-empty whiskey bottle hanging loosely in his hand. He had reprogrammed his greatest invention into machines designed for hunting down four creatures that had seemingly done this city good the past year. He did it all at the behest of the mob, and Stockman knew why. Deep down, Baxter Stockman was a coward. He had always been a coward. It's why he used to do his bullies' homework. It's why he was a single, lonely man at forty-five. It's why tomorrow machines that were made to help New York would probably end up tearing it apart. It's why he was sitting here drinking instead of telling anyone what he had just done.

The mob managed to get him a sample of the Turtle's DNA. He didn't ask where or how they received it. It was a fascinating specimen. Stockman was a robotics expert, but knew enough about biology to see the Turtles were something more complex than he had ever seen before. He would have loved to study it more carefully, but he had his orders, and he fed the DNA into the Mouser's targeting computers.

"Doctor Stockman?" his secretary Stacy called from the illuminated door frame. "Are you going home, sir?"

"I don't think so, Stacy," he said, attempting not to slur his speech as he did. "You're free to go."

Once he was sure she was gone, Stockman gathered the control systems for his pets, smuggled it out of the building.

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"This is Channel 6 News reporting live from StockTech where Baxter Stockman's new mechanical marvels, known as Mousers are set to debut," the reported smiled into the camera. "The small robots were designed to help curb New York's vermin population. Although we've yet to see Doctor Stockman, his legion of walking mousetraps stand at the ready."

The camera pulled back revealing rows upon rows of the metal Mousers, their steel skin shining in the bright morning sun. They stood nearly three feet tall and four feet long, on two feet. Their "mouths" were beaks lined with razor sharp teeth, and the singular red eye on their head doubled as a tracking laser. They were fast, and strong. They were built for killing.

Then, suddenly, they powered up and began to move. The assembled crowd began clapping in awe of the machines, but those cheers quickly turned to screams as the Mousers began tearing apart the concrete below theme. Asphalt and rock were shot in all directions as the robots began digging towards their intended targets.

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Leo was roused from his bed by Donatello's exasperated calls, "Leo, you guys! You need to see this!"

The eldest turtle rolled out of bed and checked the clock, seeing it was merely nine in the morning. They had only gotten back from patrol five hours earlier.

"I hate not getting eight hours," Leonardo grumbled.

"God can you be any more average," Raph shot back.

The other three turtles ran to the living room where Splinter and Donatello were watching the news. They saw the footage of the Mouser robots going berserk, as well as reports of all the events since then. Subway lines have been cut, power and water lines have been severed, throwing the city into a state of chaos.

"Aren't these the things April was working on?" Raph asked.

"Yes, they were," Don confirmed. "And Doctor Stockman is a certified genius. I don't know what could have gone wrong."

"This is what happens when we put the world in the hands of nerds!" Raph elbowed Donnie jokingly.

"Have we learned nothing from Jurassic Park?" Mikey chimed in.

"We need to get out there," Leo said, grabbing his swords. "I know we're used to working at night, but these things are going to tear the city apart. We stick to the subway and sewers. There's a lot, so we stay together."

"We need to know how to stop them," Raph protested. "Their numbers will get us eventually. Someone needs to go get April. She has the in here."

"Good point," Leo smiled at his brother.

"Damn right," Raph smirked.

"I will go for Miss O'Neil," Splinter said. "I am old, and you need your full strength on the battlefiel-"

The ceiling above their small family shook, the dust of decades falling on top of them. The shaking and banging increased, and it was obvious something was attempting to break through.

"This isn't gonna be good, is it?" Mikey readied his weapons.

"Not at all," Leo swung a sword in each hand. "Master Splinter, go. We'll deal with this."

As the words escaped Leonard's mouth, the ceiling gave way, and the flood of Mousers that came through the gaping hole was like a waterfall of killer robots. Master Splinter sprinted away from the new melee, ready to recruit the one person that would be able to help them at this point. The Turtles, meanwhile, sprung into action, engaging the robots with a battle cry.

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Bigby CS is done. Hope to have some posts up tonight.

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Work in progress. Will finish it tomorrow, hopefully.

Bigby Wolf

Player Name: HenryJonesJr

Character: Bigby Wolf

Power and Abilities: As the son of the North Wind and the wolf Winter, Bigby has some significant powers. His lineage allows him the fabled “huff and puff’ great gust in his wolf form, and slight control over the winds in his human form. As the son of a great wolf, he is able to transform between human and wolf, and any form in between. His wolf side also gives him extremely heightened senses. Due to this, Bigby is constantly smoking to help dull his perception of the world around him.

Bigby is also a Fable, and as such is virtually immortal as long as he is remembered in the Mundane world.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Character Notes [Established Rogues, NPCs, etc]:

Snow White – The deputy mayor of Fabletown

Boy Blue – Bigby’s deputy

Cinderella – A seemingly vapid and shallow Fable, Cinderella is also one of Bigby’s secret spies.

Background and Story So Far:

On Fables and the Homelands

Fables, as they are known, are the beings that are physical representations of the fiction works of human history. It is unknown how their Universe came into being. It may have been from the sheer power of human imagination, though it could also be true that they always existed, their magics bringing their stories to the Mundane World. Whatever the reason, the Fables are an immortal race as long as humans pass on their tales and legends. They lived in a world much similar to ours, however it was kept in a state of olden times, and none of humanity's advanced technologies ever emerged there.

Becoming the Big Bad Wolf

Bigby was born the runt to the great mother wolf Winter in a large litter. Bigby was picked on as a child by his brothers and sisters since they were so much bigger than he was. His mother, however, loved him best and always protected him from his siblings. His father, on the other hand, left almost immediately after the cubs were born. His nature as a Great Wind made him restless, and Bigby resented him for that. With his mother's health deteriorating, his siblings left in search of their father, but Bigby stayed. He comforted his mother as she died, and guarded her body from any trespassers until she was nothing but dust.

The loss of his mother drove Bigby into a spiral of depression and anger. Something snapped inside him and he vowed from that day he would no longer be the runt. From that day he would be the most feared creature in the Fable Homelands. He began a reign of terror in the forests of the European Homeworlds that would cause all who wandered through the trees to tremble in fear. He was known as the "Big Bad Wolf", a term that was once used to mock him by his brothers and sisters was now his own.

As the wolf, only a few Fables ever got the best of Bigby: The Three Little Pigs and Little Red Riding Hood. The Pigs managed to survive his great gust of breath in one of their houses, and the girl managed to outsmart him, something he never allowed again.

Rise of the Adversary and Gatekeeper

By the time the great Adversary began he conquests of the Homelands, Bigby had carved out a section of forest that none dared traverse. That is, until the Adversary's troops began marching through. Their large numbers and indiscriminate slaughter of Fables Bigby viewed as his food source brought his ire, and he began hunting them instead. Unfortunately, their evil flesh tasted foul to the great wolf, angering him further. His anger drove him to oppose the Emperor and his minions in any way he could, making the once feared wolf into something of an antihero.

The wolf followed Frau Totenkinder, one of the great witches of the Homelands, to her secret portal to the Mundane World, learning of its hidden location. After that day, he began ferrying freed prisoners to it, allowing them a safe place away from the Adversary's grasp. It was during this time that he saved Snow White and her sister Rose Red, solidifying Snow's trust in the great beast.

His good deeds were not unnoticed, and he was approached by the great Robin Hood in secret. Robin knew the end of the war was coming, and he knew that the resistance would lose. He asked for Bigby's help in one final battle. The remaining refugees of the war were to be shuttled out of the final portal that remained active and in their hands, and a final stand was being set up to allow their safe passage. Bigby reluctantly agreed, knowing sooner or later the Adversary would find him and he would be killed. Might as well take as many of his forces with him as he could.

Battle of the Last Castle

The final castle and portal to the Mundane World sat on the shores of the European Homelands. As boats of refugees readied to take off towards the portal, the Emperor launched his great army in a great wave towards the castle, looking to crush his final opposition. Bigby led a cavalry charge into the flank of the great host, scattering the forces. Bigby killed countless of the Adversary's forces that day, and thanks to him many Fables were saved.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do enough to save all of them. The opposition was too strong, They overpowered the defenders, and the last refugee boat. But Bigby would not allow the Adversary to win, scooping as many of the Fables out of the water as he could and carrying them on his broad, furry back, he swam through the portal, closing it as he passed through.

On the other side, he deposited the Fables on the Mundane World's shores and disappeared into the forest yet again.

Becoming the Law

For nearly a century Bigby hunted in the Black Forest of Germany, spawning even more stories about himself. That changed when he got a visit from Snow White, the pretty princess he had saved countless years before in the Homelands. She told him of a community of their kind that had been set up in the American colonies, and they required a sheriff to keep the peace. Bigby initially refused, but relented due to the inexplicable bond he felt with the pretty girl.

He traveled across the sea and to what is now known as New York, taking the role of Sheriff in the area they called Fabletown. Bigby has held said post for over two hundred years.

But now, everything is about to change.

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Fabletown Sheriff's Office

He slid his chair over to the large cabinet behind his desk, swinging open the large, heavy, wooden doors. Inside were stacked cartons upon cartons of cigarettes. It didn't matter what brand, he didn't care. All he needed was the intoxicating smoke to drown out the flood of smells, sights, sounds, and thoughts of this world. Who would have thought the quaint, empty place he escaped to all those years ago would have become a sardine can in so short a time. Sure, it seemed like eons for the Mundanes, but a few hundred years were like a mere two decades to the Fables, if that.

Slipping a pack out of a carton and quickly lighting up a stick, he took a deep drag while his deputy sighed, "You know those things are bad for you, right?"

"They're bad for the Mundies, Blue," Bigby shook his head. "I've been smoking for nearly a century. It'll be fine."

"Well, they smell awful," Boy Blue coughed.

Before the wolf could answer, the Mad Hatter burst through the door to the sheriff's office, sweating profusely. He took off his oversized hat and began dabbing his large forehead with it, "S-s-sheriff! It's horrible!"

"Hatter, what are you doing here? I thought you lived on the farm," the wolf responded out of the side of his mouth not holding the cigarette.

"Had to come tell you! The March Hare...he's lost his head!"