HenryJonesJr

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

New York General Hospital

Marko's sandy appendage slams into my chest, dislodging me from his grasp and sending me skipping across the sand covering the hospital's atrium. So far, I've been able to do nothing against the sand man. He's strong, and can literally use every grain around him to take me on. Worst of all, Marko's, well, limited skill set means all this power is going to go in one direction, and that's destruction. I gotta think of some way to slow him down if not stop him outright.

"Marko," I cough, getting back to my feet, "you need to stop."

Another fist of sand strikes me across the face. I go down hard, the pain rippling through my body. My spider sense means nothing in a situation like this. There's absolutely no escape. The entire area is Marko's weapon, and unless I decrease the amount of sand or get out of here. But the dirt is covering every wall, making it impossible to find where the windows and doors are. Which means I have to somehow figure out how to cut his supply off.

"Do I, webhead?" Marko growls. "You ruined my life. You put me away. Now I can finally get back at you."

I sigh as more strikes come my way. I backflip out of the way, but a giant fly swatter materializes behind me, swatting me out of the air. I land in the sand, creating an outline in it similar to what I'd imagine a real life cartoon would look like.

"Ohhhhh..." I groan. "Fly swatter. Clever. I'm supposed to be the clever one, Flint."

"Not so smart now, are ya, Spidey?" Marko chuckles. "You can't stand up to someone with real power, can ya?"

As I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, a quick reflection grabs my attention. A sprinkler fixture seems to wink at me as the shifting sands flow over it. I smile to myself under the mask, "Water. Of course."

"What was that, Spider-man!?" Marko growled.

"Just thinking you look a little thirsty, Marko!" I fling a web at the sprinkler, breaking it open and setting the rest of the system off. Marko roars as the water strikes him, and the sand in the room begins to congeal, stopping Marko's control over it. "Ha! Marko, you're melting! What a world, huh?"

Then, a muddy hammer rams me in the chest, sending me through a wall. I flip, controlling my fall, and land deftly on my feet and one hand, ready for what comes next.

"Note to self," I shake my head, "don't celebrate too early."

Behind me, flash bulbs go off as the people see me. I grumble to myself, "Hey...that's my job."

I figure Marko is busy stewing in his own muck, so I turn to the ground and give them a wave, figuring the people would go home happy. Which of course is when Flint decides to burst through the hospital's front wall.

"Seriously, I need to stop celebrating," I mumble before turning back to the citizens. "Everyone OUT! Seriously! Sandman monster comin through!"

I swing back around Marko. The water has made him sluggish, and he's clearly lost a lot of his mass. He's still powerful though, and I need to keep him away from the fleeing onlookers.

*THWIP*

I fire off a stream of webbing, which begins to cover Marko's face. I have no idea if the guy still sees from where his eyes look like they'd be, but it's worth a try. He swats at me, but now that I'm out in the open, I easily get around it, shooting another webline and seamlessly continuing my swing, landing near the emergency crews that have lined the parking lot. Some of the police have opened fire on Marko, but I yell to them, "Stop! It's not gonna do anything! Use the fire hoses!"

Not waiting for them to act, I swing back towards Marko, kicking straight through his "arm" causing the heavy much to crash to the ground. Marko attempts to gather the substance back, but it continuously falls back to the asphalt. Good. He punches at me with another fist, and I avoid it in midair. Wrapping the webline around his arm and swinging quickly around, the line severs the arm.

By this time, the firemen have gotten the hoses up and running, and the high pressure flows of water drench Marko, who quickly begins to melt away before my eyes. He goes from towering titan to a puddle of muck in a matter of moments. The slimy goop he becomes seems to be still moving as it slides down the drain into the sewers below, which means I probably haven't seen the last of the Sandman. That's a sobering thought, but at least I've found a way to deal with him, and everyone in the hospital got out safe.

Now it's time for bed. I have a biology test tomorrow.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Trying to get posts up tonight but I've had a migrain all day so no promises.

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

"What's up, Chuck?" Logan asked as he took a seat in front of the Professor's desk, kicking his feat up. Charles Xavier was the greatest man Logan had ever met. He had done more for the mutant people than anyone that had ever taken a breath, and more importantly, he always had treated Logan with respect, even if the Wolverine didn't think he deserved it. Chuck knew everything that Logan had done in his time during the Weapon X program, and all Charles told him was that it was now Logan's time to make it right. And that's what he's been trying to do with his time here.

"How many times do I have to tell you about putting your feet on my desk, Logan?" he asked with fake exasperation in his voice. The two of them often ribbed one another in their exchanges, and it seemed like this time it would be no different. "And what's up is nothing, much to my chagrin."

"Still no movement on the Brotherhood?" Logan sighed.

"None at all," Xavier wheeled his chair over to the window, peering out intently. "I've scanned the globe with Cerebro multiple times, but have found no trace of Erik, Scott, or Alex."

Cerebro, the machine that allowed Charles to scan the earth for the mutants, was the X-Men's one ray of hope in this fight against the reformed Brotherhood. It gave them the ability to find and track the Brotherhood members. At least that's what they figured. Unfortunately Charles had been unable to get a trace on them so far. Erik Lehnsherr, better known as Magneto, had helped Charles build the device, so maybe he had also found a way to block the signals it produces.

"So where do we go from here? We don't have the time or manpower to perform a search."

"Not at all," Xavier shook his head. "Erik will show himself soon. It's his way. For the meantime I think we should focus on the Purifiers and where they're getting their significant backing."

"You know I'm all for that." The Purifiers had long been a thorn in Logan's side. They were the ones that had killed Jean's parents and countless other mutants he had tried to ferry to safety during the Purifier Attacks in the late 80s. When they reemerged Logan had luckily been with the X-Men and had a way to strike back at the racist bastards, but they had weapons and armor more advanced than he had ever seen before. Where they got it had been bothering him since the first clash with the New Purifiers. "The quicker we shut them down the quicker I can get a good night of sleep."

"As would I," Charles agreed. "I'm going to send you and Storm on a fact finding mission with a friend of mine in SHIELD. You'll leave in the morning."

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

SHIELD Helicarrier
San Fransisco, CA

Captain America looked out over the now quiet Triskelion as the Helicarrier hovered above it in a defensive position. No one really thought that there would be another attack at the location, but the Helicarrier was here for a show of strength. The strength was a lie, of course, considering what had happened. But Fury thought it was necessary, so here he was. Cap liked Fury, he was a great soldier and a great commander. But the situation with the Red Skull and the Fourth Reich had clearly worn on him for the past year. He had never had someone out wit him at every turn.

He was currently sitting at the head of the briefing room table, looking ragged. There were bags under his eyes...well, eye, and his hair was unkempt. He looked up and noticed she was staring, "Do I really look that bad, Captain?"

"You've certainly looked better, sir," she smiled, taking a seat at the table as well. Fury had helped her tremendously since she joined SHIELD. He helped her understand her heritage and what her father was truly like. He knew him, apparently. She wasn't sure how Fury had survived this long and still looked so young, but she didn't have the nerve to ask. According to Agent Hill, Fury never talked about his past. The fact he told Steph about Steve Rogers was rare enough, she wasn't going to push it further. "But we're all in the same boat this time."

"No, we're not, Captain," Fury sighed, the weight of the situation carried on his breath. "I'm the commanding officer. I'm the one to blame. That's how this job works. Always has, always will."

"Not this time, Director," Steph assured him. "My team failed to locate the Skull. My team failed to stop this just as much as you did. We're both on the hook this time. Except we're going to find the bastard after this."

"Damn right we are," Mockingbird said, announcing her presence as she entered the briefing room. "I've got an ass whooping with his name on it."

"I think we all have stuff with his name on it," Falcon added grimly. "Where's Hill?"

"Agent Hill was running a few more things by the lab before the briefing," Fury responded before typing a few things on the holotable. From the surface sprang a 3-D image of some sort of plane. "In the mean time, let's talk about your team's course of action once we find out what we're looking for. This is an image of the Quinjet Mark II. Bigger, faster, and self sufficient. With the Triskelion down and the Helicarrier needed for other things, you'll need to be on your own. The Mark II has bunks, lavatory equipment, mobile labs, a small armory, ground vehicles, and full access to the SHIELD network. You'll be able to do whatever you need from here. Hopefully being mobile will allow your team a better response time."

"I call top bunk," Bobbi quipped.

"Any defensive capabilities?" Cap wondered as she inspected the hologram.

"A minigun drops from the front," Fury keyed up a command and the plane demonstrated it. "You have flares as well, of course. It has stealth technology. This isn't made for combat, thought. We want the people on the ground doing that."

"Understood, sir," she nodded.

Then, Maria Hill entered the room and sat down next to Fury, "Well, we've managed to pinpoint where the explosions came from."

The image of the Quinjet separated into four sections and transformed into the four locations where the initial bombs went off in the Triskelion. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until someone in each of the pictures spontaneously exploded. It was hard to watch as Hill replayed the footage in slow motion, showing that the people clearly detonated the bombs on their own.

"Suicide bombers," Steph sighed.

"Exactly," Hill said somberly.

Fury furrowed his brow again, "What do we know about the bombers?"

"They were all SHIELD agents with years of service under their belt," Hill briefed the team. "They only have one connection. All of them spent time in the Crossbones Division."

During her time with SHIELD, Steph had never heard of that before, "Crossbones?"

"It was a former deep cover team," Fury explained. "Crossbones members would infiltrate high profile organizations and destroy them from the inside."

"So it looks like Crossbones is where we start," Cap stood. "Get ready, everyone. Wheels up in an hour."

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

Cap post should be up very soon, and a Wolverine one tonight as well

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Looks good to me!

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

Posts for both my characters coming in the next few days. And Rade, I haven't forgotten about your PM.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Legion Headquarters
Location Unknown

Sebastian Shaw ran his hand along the table as he walked along the table's large perimeter. The meeting hall of the Legion was empty for now, but soon he would call them to move their plans ahead. They had done so much in so little time, and he was finally impressed with a team he had put together. The Shadow's influence was strong this time. Considering what they were up against, this was a good thing. The heroes of the world were strong, and now they were strongly allied with one another. Alone, no member of the Legion would be able to stand a chance against them. But together? Together they could manipulate the super dopes in any matter they saw fit.

They had tried to stop the Justice League from happening. Sparking a conflict between Doctor Doom and Black Adam seemed to be the perfect way to have the League fail and create a world wide war at the same time. Of course, the Legion wasn't counting on the cooperation with SHIELD and the Avengers. Their help of the Justice League allowed the heroes to emerge victorious and the Legion retreated to lick their wounds.

Yet still the fools had no idea the secret society existed, and the Legion would use that to their advantage.

The large screen behind him flick on, and a the Shadow appeared on it, bellowing towards Shaw, "Are they on their way?"

"Yes, my master," Shaw responded, not facing the screen. The Shadow had been his guide to this moment, but he was the one fulfilling their plan. Who ever was on the other side of this conversation did nothing but reap the benefits. "The Legion is on their way. And once the meeting is over, the next phase of your plan will explode onto the world. SHIELD will never know what hit them."

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Zacharius said
Considering the whole 'always open' thing, I'll be working on a sheet for Marvel Girl most likely.Gotta get dat Pheonix

Awesome. Will be great to have you aboard.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

The enemy Kryptonian's heat vision blasted Clark in the chest, sending him spiralling back into the Metropolis skies. He righted himself, turning back towards LexCorp and reading himself for the Kryptonian's charge. He had no idea where this one came from. Superman was sure he had sent all of Zod's forces back to the Phantom Zone with the help of the League and the Lantern Corps. On top of that, even if this was one of Zod's men, he had been quiet for over a year. That was not the MO of the Kryptonian Army. Unless of course he was searching for something to open the Phantom Zone yet again and thought Luthor had it. Whatever the reason this Kryptonian emerged, Clark had to get him out of the city before he did more damage.

When his enemy emerged from the sky scraper, Superman intercepted him and drug him out towards the ocean. Clark knew what kind of damage his people could do inside a populated area, so getting this one out of Metropolis was his primary goal. Once they were over the water, the other Kryptonian managed to free himself and spiked Clark towards the water.

Superman hit the water with force, creating a huge splash. Clark sunk down to a great depth as the salt water closed around him. Regaining his bearings, and with a might stroke of his arms, Superman shoots himself back out of the water and into the air. He spotted his opponent and rocketed towards him. They collided in midair, causing a sonic boom to ripple around them.

"What do you want?" Superman snarled as he struggled with the other alien. His enemy returned his gaze with a steely intensity with a hint of insanity. Whoever he was, he was deranged.

"I am here to seize my destiny," he seethed as his eyes began to glow red. "But you are not the one to take it from."

Clark reacted quickly, letting loose with his own heat vision. The beams met, causing an explosion. Superman tumbled wildly through the air before regaining his balance. By the time he did that, however, the other Kryptonian seems to have disappeared. Sighing, Clark opened his communicator to the Watchtower, "J'onn."

"I'm here, Superman," the voice of the Martian Manhunter responded. He had been living on the Kryptonian ship that was now stuck in orbit around the Earth. He and the ship's artificial intelligence BRAINIAC were monitoring the station and setting it up as a non-weaponized liveable space for the Justice League. Clark wanted the station to be a response center for if the league ever expanded. "Seems like you just had a bit of a tussle."

"It was a Kryptonian," Clark responded, still annoyed. "Get the Watchtower ready. I'm on my way."