Lord Wraith

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Well well well.....

@spicykvnt

And just last month we were saying no well, no well, no well.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

Could've put some thought into it...

...rushed sheet.

@Hound55

Really not my best work.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

_{| EARTH-668}

^{__THE VEGA SYSTEM - THE EREBUS, THE CITADEL FLAGSHIP}

The Tamaranean woman walked the bottom-lit hallway flanked by a pair of armed Gordanian guards. Long black hair flowed from the back of her alien orange skin, falling against her back and spilling over the purple fabric of her intricate bodice's train. Waiting for her on the massive vessel's bridge was Lord Antar Ftt B'Jan. He was a Kree deserter, though despite being a tailcoat, it hadn't stopped Ftt B'Jan from having a bloated sense of self-importance due to his position as the sole autarch of the desolate world of Hny'xx. The Tamaranean Queen was familiar with the Kree male, as like herself, Antar had forcibly been made to sign an alliance with the Citadel when they sieged the Vega System.

"<Ah,>"¹ Antar acknowledged the Tamaranean Queen coldly as she entered the room. "<Queen Kormand'r, your sister sends her regards.>"

"<I'm surprised her heart still beats in her chest. I thought your pits were supposed to be only for the strong.>"

"<Your disdain for your sister blinds you if you think her weak.>" Taunted Antar, "<You gifted me my champion, she's the strongest contender in the pit. But!>" He paused, rubbing his hands together wickedly, "<I have someone new I'm eagerly anticipating will give her a challenge.>"

"<They had better provide more than a challenge,>" Kormand'r snarled, "<They had better kill her or I'll personally be visiting your backwater little world to finish the job personally!>"

"<Might we remind you, your majesty,>" A new voice hissed, "<You are not in charge here.>" The Psion added, their reptilian tongue darting in and out from between their scaly lips as they approached the bickering pair. Kormand'r froze for the slightest second, her hair standing on end upon seeing not only a Psion, but this particular Psion again. Her right hand balled into a white-knuckled fist, fingernails threatening to draw blood from her palm as she increasingly squeezed.

"<My Lady sends her regards and flagship in her stead, but she will not join us today. Our forces on the Shi'ar front are more demanding of her focus at this time.>"

"<Plytus.>" Kormand'r started, steeling her tone to hide any hesitation in her voice, "<Lady Styx does herself a disservice sending a Kraalian crotch-worm in her stead. Our history is hardly cordial, I should cut you down where you stand.>"

The Gordanians flanking the Tamaranean Queen tightened the grip on their weapons, but to Kormand'r's surprise, they were not pointed at Plytus, but rather at her. The crocodilian-like guards had an almost sly smile to their toothy snouts. Their long tails raised from their relaxed position on the floor, balancing them to spring into action. Perhaps it should not have surprised Kormand'r where their loyalty would truly lie as she looked from one reptilian species to the other. The Gordanians after all, were made in their creator's image.

"<And you, my dear Queen,>" Plytus replied, raising a clawed limb signalling the Gordanian guards to relax, "<Need to remember to whom your position is owed.>" Plytus purred walking past the Tamaranean without fear of harm.

"<After all I fixed you.>" He stated before taking a seat in the commanding officer's chair on the Erebus' bridge. "<You're welcome to cut me down, but that would make you a traitor to the Citadel. Your death would not be so quick, and Tamaran would be forfeit. Tell me, was the physical price you paid so high that you'd let your world die for revenge?>"

Kormand'r locked eyes with Plytus, defiantly staring the reptile down before the tense silence was broken by Antar.

"<As I have no interest in this stalemate, I would ask why, if the Lady could not be present we were summoned to her flagship, Herald.>"

Plytus gave Kormand'r one last smug look before turning his eyes towards Antar.

"<Centuri VI was lost to the Reach.>" The statement hung in the room, even the Tamaranean seemed stunned enough to stifle her feud with the Psion, at least temporarily.

"<The Hive has begun a hostile expansion and we can't be sure that the Vega System is not in their path. The Citadel is already at war with the Shi'ar and we have barely settled our ceasefire with the Kree Empire. Tensions are high and a single ship in the neutral zone could make the entire Rann-Thanagar Treaty fall apart. Lady Styx expects the utmost competency from you both. Get your houses in order before the Reach is on our doorstep.>"

Plytus looked down at both the leaders before him.

"<Did you think your Lady did not know about the uprisings on Tamaran? Sparing the resistance simply because your brother is among them, now who is weak your majesty?>" The Herald scolded before turning to Antar. "<And you, using prisoners for entertainment instead of harvesting the resources that Hny'xx holds beneath her surface. You were a traitor to your people, the Citadel did not put you on Hny'xx to indulge in a hedonistic fantasy. You are there to work, you are there to make sure that planet is stripped to its core for the glory of the Citadel! Stop wasting their strength in the pit when it should be used for the quarry!>" Plytus roared, salvia flying from his maw.

"<Guards!>" The Psion snapped, motioning towards both the Queen and the Lord. "<Get them out of my sight.>"

As she was escorted from the bridge, Kormand'r managed to steal one last look at Plytus. She could still smell the sterile lab environment as she looked at his smug visage, still feel his cold-blooded fingers ignoring her cries and still hear the hissing laughter at her agony.

The reptile would die by her hand.

_{¹ - Translated from a Vega System Pidgin Dialect.}

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_{Location: Undercroft, Gladitorial Pits - Hyn'xx, 'Hope's End'}

The Chain #1.01: Albatross

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Thud.

The leathery fist made contact with Carter's face. The meaty slap echoed across the open arena, eliciting a cheer from the crowd and a muted grunt from the Terran combatant. Rearing back a fist, the four-armed Branx held the Thanagarian warrior tightly between his lower arms while continuing to swing wildly with his other two arms.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The wall suddenly gave way, revealing the hidden chamber behind the ancient wall. Entering the new opening, Dr. Carter Hall straightened his hat before igniting his flashlight. The beam refracted off the metallic hull of the vessel within.

It was exactly as he recalled it through his ancestor's memory. It was perfectly preserved despite the passing of several millennia, the damage sustained from the crash was barely visible as the Nth Metal slowly healed itself using the vessel's dwindling power reserves. The Brontadon had once been cutting-edge technology and by Earth standards, it still held up. Its Nth Metal construction made it capable of exiting the atmosphere with next to no difficulty, easily defying gravity all while giving the ship an almost organic construction.

Removing it from Egypt was no small feat, but after managing to circumvent several layers of red tape, Carter had the Brontadon back state side where Pat Dugan whistled admirably at the sleek construction.

"Don't worry, Carter. I can definitely get this bird back in the air."

He was true to his word too as Carter found himself making his first jump to lightspeed. The ship handled beautifully until it suddenly didn't. Pulled from lightspeed, the console was flashing various shades of amber, red and orange. Weapons' fire rained along the hull and Carter found himself in a dogfight without a gunner. The Wingships were designed to be flown by a team of two, a gunner and a pilot.

Out maunevered and flanked, the Brontadon soon was entangled between four tractor beams and Carter found himself looking up into the mask of the pirate captain. His ship stolen, stripped for its precious resource, Carter was given as tribute to a local despot. The despot recognized him as a Thangarian, a fighter.

Leading to Carter joining the pits.

Thud.

"Enough of this." Carter roared as the final punch split his lip. Warm blood dribbled into the thick layer of stubble that had begun to cover his chin. Tucking his knees to his chest, Carter drove his heels straight forward into the Branx's abdomen, aiming for where the diaphragm was located on a human. Whether he struck the equivalent alien organ or not, it was enough to loosen the larger sentient's grip. Using the advantage, Carter took ahold of the alien's wrists, pulling his knees up again but this time twisting his torso upwards. Delivering another set of sharp kicks, Carter struck the underside of the Branx's jaw, driving its tusks upwards into its own cheekbones.

Its cry of pain echoed across the arena as the spectators jeered at Carter's sudden reversal. Free from the alien's grip, the Thanagarian warrior retrieved his sword, sliding between the towering alien's legs and slashing across the back of its calves. Following up with a swift kick to the back of its knee, the Branx howled with agony before dropping to the ground.

A pommel strike to the back of the head was enough to completely daze the creature before Carter slid the blade of his weapon under its chin.

"At least make it a challenge for me!" He mocked, looking defiantly towards the ruler of Hope's End, Lord Antar Ftt B'Jan.

"Do you yield?" Carter roared in the Branx's earhole as the crowd jeered again.

"<No.>"

"So be it." Carter muttered as the warm silver liquid spilled over his blade and onto the rusty sand below. The displeasure of the crowd echoed in Carter's ears as he returned to the undercroft beneath the arena's floor.

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^{"Today is the day you learn why you don't mess with the Guardians of the Galaxy."}

T E A M P O R T R A I T T E A M P O R T R A I T __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ T E A M S U M M A R Y T E A M S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Katar Hol of Thanagar | Carter Hall of Earth - The Savage Hawkman Koriand'r, Princess of Tamaran, Starfire of the Vega System Experiment 89P13 aka Ranger Rocket Raccoon Groot, Seed of Slaughter, Monarch of Planet X Korg the Warbound of Krona Cosmo the Spacedog, the Bestest Boy Yondu Udonta the Noble Savage, Whistling Death _________________________________________________________ Various | Guardians of the Galaxy _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | See Notes T E A M N O T E S T E A M N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - T H E G U A R D I A N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Give me a reason to hit you again." The latest reincarnation of the former Thanagarian Crown Wingmen, Katar Hol, Dr. Carter Hall has lived hundreds of lives spread across the known galaxies, spanning nearly a millennia. As such his martial prowess and knowledge are nearly unrivalled were it not for the fragility of his mind and the psychological toll that comes with the burden of thousands of years of memories. On an archeological dig, Carter recovered the buried Wingman ship that his original incarnation crash-landed on Earth thousands of years prior. Upon restoring power to the vessel, it began to receive a distress signal from the reigning Thangarian Queen, none other than his beloved Chay'ara. Requesting that all active Wingmen return home to Thangar, Carter took it to mean that Chay'ara was in danger. With some help, from his friends, Carter ventured into the stars only to find himself once again shot down and captured on the planet Hny'xx, otherwise known as... Hope's End. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "By X'Hal, you will not break me." Formerly of the planet Tamaran in the Vega System, Princess Koriand'r has not had an easy life. Due to disease in her older sister, Kormand'r, Koriand'r was next in line to succeed her father's throne. This created a bitter rivalry between the two sisters as Kormand'r harboured a bitter jealousy of her sister and a hatred towards the rules and traditions that robbed her of her perceived birthright. After Koriand'r was married off to a neighbouring prince to secure a peace treaty, Kormand'r betrayed her world to the Citadel who conquered Tamaran with ease. The Citadel however betrayed Kormand'r and instead gave the pair of sisters to the Psions as a gift to secure their own continued relations. Exploited and experimented on, the Psions awakened latent powers within both sisters leading to their escape, however where Koriand'r repaid Kormand'r's treachery with kindness and fried her sister, Kormand'r instead stabbed her in the back, subduing her sister and pinning her own schemes on Koriand'r. With Tamaran now under the rule of Kormand'r, Koriand'r was sent into exile and sold to Lord Antar Ftt B'Jan. When Koriand'r proved too fierce to be another of Lord Antar's concubines, she was sent to the gladiatorial pits to die. Yet again refusing to lay down, Koriand'r instead became its reigning champion. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "You just gotta suck the joy outta everything." "I am Groot." Originally an ordinary raccoon, Rocket began his sentient life as Experiment 89P13 at the hands of the sadistic beings known as the Psions, the same race that experimented on Koriand'r and her sister. <Bridging Paragraph(s)> Eventually leaving Halfworld behind, Rocket was recruited into the Rangers, an intergalactic bounty hunters guild. It was on a Ranger mission that Rocket first encountered a Colossus Flora X, the lifeform he'd later come to know as Groot. Rocket educated Groot in the ways of the galaxy, or at least from his jaded perspective. Eventually, the pair would be hired to go to Hope's End, but they were ultimately sold out by a pair of competitors who arranged for their capture. Impressed by Groot, Lord Antar placed the Colossus Flora X in his gladiatorial pits, while keeping an amused eye on Rocket whom he placed in his menagerie. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Piss off, ghost!" A Kronan from the planet Krona. Korg and his people have an appearance comparable to being made of rocks. Formerly a soldier, Korg deserted his post, wandering the galaxy aimlessly as a drunk and a barfly until bad luck and circumstance landed him in Hny'xx gladiatorial pits. A crowd favourite due to his antics, Korg has survived for several years despite all odds. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Cosmo has bad feeling about this." A mix of a Labrador and Golden Retriever, Cosmo was Soviet spacedog from the 1960s who became lost in space where he was irradiated by cosmic rays and ultimately mutated. Arriving at Know here, Cosmo found themselves a place amongst the people there, their newfound abilities making them an asset and ultimately landing Cosmo a position as head of security. Unfortunately, some still saw Cosmo as just an oddity to be collected, and he was discovered by the Collector before ultimately being stolen by the Ravagers. Once the pirates had grown born of their newest mascot, the spacedog was dumped on Hope's End where he ultimately ended up being on display again in Lord Antar's menagerie. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Boy, stop thinkin' with yer little head!" A member of the Centaurian race, Yondu is a formidable archer and warrior. Capable of manipulating his arrows through whistles, Yondu was a near perfect marksmen. Coming to Hope's End seekinfbfame, Yondu is one of the longest running gladiators and was the reigning champion of until, in a fit of rage, Lord Antar blinded his prized warrior. Now Yondu works in the pits, a shell of his former self caring for and training the new warriors. V E S S E L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Shayera An M-Class Ship used by the Guardians upon leaving Hope's End. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Brontadon Recently re-discovered by Carter upon an archeological dig to Egypt, the Brontadon is a Wingship assigned personally by the Thangarian Crown to her Wingmen. Like all Wingships, the Brontadon was composed almost entirely of Nth Metal, a valuable resource native to Thangar and the source of their fighting edge. A millennia ago, the Brontado would have been considered cutting-edge and nigh-untouchable, but things have changed since the golden age of Thanagar and the patrol craft is laughably outgunned in the modern arena. Upon entering the Vega System, Carter and the Brontadon were immediately identified by Ravagers who managed to ensnare the ship and commandeered it for its valuable Nth Metal. Carter was discarded and traded to a local baron in exchange for the Ravagers' continued operation in the Vega System. A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Justice Society of America Earth's oldest superhero team. Both Carter and Shayera served on several iterations of the team as Hawkman and Hawkwoman after its founding during the first World War. It was J.S.A. member Pat Durgen that helped Carter restore the Brontadon to its operational status and launched his interstellar adventure. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Lylla Otter Rocket's former lover, Lylla was also a Psion experiment. She taught Rocket most of what he knew, however, the war with the Psions changed Rocket from the Raccoon she once knew and the pair drifted apart, leading to Rocket's departure from Halfworld. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Wal 'Teeth' Rus Like Rocket, Wal was an experiment done by the Psions and is a resident of Halfworld, working with Lylla to protect their people from the oppression of Bucky O'Hare and his Black Bunny Brigade. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ General Ph'yzzon, The Psion's Bane A member of a resistance to Kormand'r rule, General Ph'yzzon was a dear friend of the late King Myand'r and watched both Koriand'r and Kormand'r grow up. Responsible for much of their training, General Ph'yzzon oversaw the young princesses' tutelage under the Warlords of Okaara. A believer in Koriand'r's innocence, Ph'yzzon fits to protect Tamaran from Kormand'r's corrupt ambition. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Prince Ryand'r, Wildfire of Tamaran The younger brother to Koriand'r and Kormand'r who currently resides on Tamaran and aids the resistance efforts of General Ph'yzzon. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Queen Chay'ara Thal of Thanagar The latest reincarnation of the original Chay'ara Hol, Chay'ara Thal is the current reigning monarch of Thanagar and is known for being the people's queen. However, some wish to end her rule prematurely and an insurgency among her military has begun to rise up, showing no signs yet of being quelled. N O T A B L E F O E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Lord Antar Ftt B'Jan Ruler of Hope's End, Kree Deserter ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Queen Kormand'r of Tamaran Blackfire of the Vega System, elder sister to Koriand'r and Ryand'r ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Prince Karras Starfire's Ex, Blackfire's Cuckhold Consort ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Blackjack O'Hare Leader of the Black Bunny Brigade, a resident of Halfworld and Psion Experiment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nebula & Gamora A pair of adopted sisters and former Rangers turned assassins for hire. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Titus & Tigorr Twin brothers and the last surviving Taghurrhu of the planet Karna ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Captain Stakar 'Starhawk' Ogord The faceless pillager behind the Ravager Space Pirates. Stakar has the death sentence in twelve systems. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Fel Andar Insurgent leader on Thanagar A S S O C I A T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ The Rangers, a group of intergalactic bounty hunters ◼ Okaaran Warlords ◼ The Wingmen of the Thanagarian Crown ◼ Changralynians ◼ Green Lantern Corps ◼ Nova Corps A D D I T I O N A L F O E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ The Citadel ◼ The Psion Monarchy, a sadistic reptilian race responsible for Starfire's enhanced abilities. ◼ The Branx ◼ The Gordanians ◼ The Spider Guild ◼ The Black Bunny Brigade ◼ The Ravagers, Space Pirates led by Captain Stakar 'Starhawk' Ogord ◼ Fel Andar's Thangarian Insurgents C O L L A B O R A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ With the Guardians as part of the Prime Universe, I'm open to having them crossover into other stories where it logically makes sense. I do plan on them eventually being involved towards the end of the Season with the overarching narrative of Earth-668. ◼ That said, I am not open to players jumping in as part of the team, I don't particularly enjoy being tethered to another player for moving along my individual plots. ◼ I am open to characters making individual guest appearances or cameos in other player's posts and plots pending personal review from me to ensure the dialogue, characterization and timeline all line up with my own head canon. M Y W R I T I N G H A B I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Before I write, I sit down and plan out where my post is going and how it ties into the overarching story I'm working on. I make notes for foreshadowing and callbacks and figure out generally as many details as possible. ◼ I like to be in the driver's seat, or at the very least having input into the story and where it's going and especially how it'll affect my character. ◼ I try to post as regularly as possible and definitely find keeping momentum helps keep both myself and others invested, but sometimes lulls happen and I'll apologize if that does happen. M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBD - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBD -

W H A T I F...? W H A T I F...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ ...CARTER HALL FOUNDED THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY? Katar and Shayera Hol were a pair of alien law enforcement known on their homeworld of Thangar as 'Wingmen'. Thangar was the Capital of the Thanagarian Empire, the successor to the Polaran Empire which had previously ruled the Polaris System. In the spirit of their predecessors, the Thanagarians had become an expansionist race that plundered other worlds and stripped them of their resources and treasures to fund their ever-expanding fleet. Numerous members of their conquered worlds were taken as slaves and used to further the goals of the Thanagarians. As Wingmen, Katar and Shayera were responsible for ensuring the general populace's obedience to the Empire and among their duties was prisoner transportation. It was this duty they were carrying out when the pair's patrol craft was pulled through a wormhole before crashlanding on Earth nearly five thousand years ago. Surviving the crash, Katar and Shayera found themselves on an unfamiliar world in a foreign system. Seeking out a settlement, the pair found their way to Memphis. The Egyptians were astonished by the pair of Thanagarians and immediately became enamoured with their visitors due to the resemblance of their armour to the god, Horus. Welcomed with open arms, the pair were worshipped as gods by the people who believed that Horus had blessed them with his children. However, one of the high priests, Hath-Set, grew envious of the attention and worship the pair received. Craving it all for himself, Hath-Set began to covet Shayera as well, stalking the woman until he began to obsess over her. However, when the high priest finally confessed his feelings to Shayera, she spurned his affections choosing to remain loyal to Katar. In vengeance, Hath-Set planned to murder the two aliens exposing them as flesh and blood instead of the gods the people believed them to be. Poisoning their drinks to weaken the pair of Thanagarians, Hath-Set had their unconscious bodies moved to his sacred chamber where he planned to carry out their murder as a sacrifice to his god. Using a knife made from the heart of a meteor, the blade cursed Katar and Shayera to forever be reincarnated, only to fall in love all over again. Then, at the point when their love for each other was greatest, the hourglass would turn, and they would both die before their time. Since that first death, Katar and Shayera have lived hundreds of lives, each different from the last and plagued with the memories of those who came before. Each life followed the same template, the pair would grow up, start their lives and eventually find the other, fall in love and then watch the other die. Often, Katar would die first, sacrificing himself for Shayera. The other times they would die together. However, no matter the lifetime the pair were forced to endure one tragic end after another. At least that was the case until the pair met the Justice Society of America. As part of a team, they always had someone watching their backs. Carter and Shayera were finally able to live out happy, full lives, dying peacefully alongside one enough. Carter's last breaths were those of relief, finally believing the curse to be broken. Until it wasn't. Reincarnated once again, Carter began another life. Walking the same familial paths, he re-established old friendships, re-attained old certifications and once again wandered in search of Shayera. But no matter where the Hawkman search, there was no sign of the Hawkwoman on Earth. So Carter began to look to the stars. *Refer to Team Notes for more information on each Guardian. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I've had designs for both the Guardians and Hawkman for quite some time in previous games. They've never particularly worked out, but I think reapproaching them with familiar story beats will allow me to reach some new heights. The initial concept is adapted from an idea of doing Thor and the Guardians of the Galaxy (Asgardians of the Galaxy?), with Thor swapped out for Hawkman. Taking another story beat from a previous idea is swapping Gamora for Starfire who I think has the potential to be a rather interesting character. I love science fiction and the idea of romping about in space but with enough ties to Earth to justify getting involved there is very appealing. O N G O I N G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ I S S U E # 0 1 THE CHAIN Forced to fight in the Gladitorial Pits of the planet Hny'xx, otherwise known as Hope's End, Carter Hall must find a way to escape and return to his mission. Characters Involved: Carter Hall, Koriand'r, Yondu, Rocket, Groot, Cosmo, & Korg Desired # of Players: N/A U P C O M I N G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ I S S U E # 0 2 KILLER QUEEN Answering Thanagar's Distress call, the newly formed Guardians may have bit off more than they can chew. Characters Involved: The Guardians of the Galaxy, Queen Chay'ara Desired # of Players: N/A I S S U E # 0 3 SUSPICIOUS MINDS Discovering that the Reach have designs for Earth, the Guardians try to recruit the help of both the Green Lantern Corps and Nova Corps to aid Earth in her hour of need. Unbeknownst to the Guardians however, Earth is already engulfed in a war between the Skrulls and the White Martians. Characters Involved: The Guardians of the Galaxy Desired # of Players: N/A C O N C L U D E D ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ None at this time.

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Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

@Lord Wraith, the Guardians of the Galaxy are accepted.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

H O U R M A N
H O U R M A N

^{"Tick, Tock
Johnny May Be On-the-spot
But its Rick's Shot
The Man of the Hour IS HERE..."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Rick Tyler _________________________________________________________ Unemployed - Aspiring Artist | Justice Society of America _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | JSA is... Open C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - T H E D R U G - M I R A C L O ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The people who have been known as 'Hourman' have done so by taking the drug, Miraclo. Invented by chemist Rex Tyler, Miraclo provides its user with immense strength, durabilty, speed, agility and endurance enhancements for one hour. At the conclusion of this hour the waste toxins generated by the body are naturally eliminated from the bloodstream in a process that lasts twenty-three hours. Rex Tyler, later in his career, began to alter the drug so that the active ingredients would only allow the drug to function if the user possessed twenty genetic markers unique to Rex's DNA sequencing, in an attempt to make the pills useless to anyone who wasn't him. It has since become apparent that seven of the specific genetic markers he chose to use are shared by his grandson Rick, and were enough to activate the drug, albeit in a limited capacity. The current Miraclo pills Rick takes do not possess that same significant limitation, but whilst his current pills are not perfectly matched to suit his own body's chemistry, they are slightly less effective than his grandfather's were. - J . S . A . T E A M & A S S O R T E D N O T E S J . S . A . T E A M & A S S O R T E D N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - O R I G I N A L J . S . A . ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Alan Scott - The Green Lantern Jay Garrick - The Flash Ted Grant - Wildcat Kent Nelson - Doctor Fate The Spectre Ted Knight - Starman Carter Hall - Hawkman Rex Tyler - Hourman Al Pratt - The Atom Prince Namor The Sub-Mariner Wesley Dodds - The Sandman Elizabeth "Libby" Lawrence - Liberty Belle Charles McNider - Doctor Mid-Nite Johnny Chambers - Johnny Quick Dinah Drake - Black Canary Terry Sloane - Mister Terrific Jeff Mace - The Patriot Robert Frank - The Whizzer Madeline Joyce - Miss America Bruce Dickson - The Thin Man The Red Raven Jack Frost Professor Elton Morrow - Blue Diamond John Sargent - Sargon the Sorcerer Larry Jordan - Air Wave Johnny Thunder Sandra Knight - The Phantom Lady - C U R R E N T J . S . A . ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Rick Tyler - Hourman Sanderson Hawkins - Sandman Beth Chapel - Doctor Mid-Nite Courtney Whitmore - Stargirl (Pending @DocTachyon app) - Wildcat Pat Dugan - S.T.R.I.P.E - J . S . A . N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The J.S.A. is less an individual unit or fighting force, and more a network of likeminded heroic types, with a loose affiliation who will collaborate to take down threats, villainous types and thwart crimes. Some have closer relationships than others and are more likely to engage in team ups, like any group. As such there's a far smaller fairly regular 'core' whilst others might throw their hands in when time or the situation permits. All are united in a common motivation though, and the name J.S.A has meaning for all who have ever been a part of it in any capacity. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ WHAT IF THE SUPER SOLDIER SERUM CHANGED HOW BIOCHEMISTRY WAS VIEWED BY THE PUBLIC INDELIBLY? Rick Tyler is the grandson of the original JSA Hero Hourman. This present JSA is comprised of legacies (and potentially small cameo appearances by...) the original WWII and beyond era team. It was an "open secret" that the original Hourman was Rex Tyler. He very much enjoyed the his playboy superstardom and lifestyle that was afforded to him as a highly prominent wartime chemist and moonlighting hero. Actions have consequences. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'll be fleshing out the modern JSA. There'll be flashbacks to ye olde JSA. And connections in between. The listed modern JSA is not the full squad. There were also a few extra members post-WWII in the old JSA (Yes. Even more than that bloated monstrosity of a team list on the left). If anyone wants to play any character listed, whether they want anything to do with what I'm doing or not, just give me a heads up. I'm very flexible to change, I mainly just want to know that I can depend on the set characters I have in mind being there ONCE THE IC ACTUALLY GOES UP and I start to solidify the backstory stuff in my mind. Plot names and descriptions will be added here as things solidify. H O U R M A N F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y H O U R M A N F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rex Tyler - World War II As World War II waged on, and the United States joined the front after the events of Pearl Harbour, all hands were on the task of the war effort, looking for whatever edge they could provide. The SSR's "Super Soldier Program", headed by Doctor Abraham Erskine sought to create a new breed of super soldiers, altering a man's fundamental makeup through a thorough precise combination of vita rays and a chemical serum. Elsewhere private industries such as Bannerman Chemical put their efforts to similar minded projects. Government grants and exemptions from the draft were issued to these frontline scientists. The scientific frontier became possibly the most important frontier in this global war, but not the only one the increasingly desperate Nazi leadership sought. A young chemist with an adventurous streak, Rex Tyler, developed a new drug compound which he named Miraclo. The drug would never be announced nor patented however, as Rex (who's brash adventurous streak saw him test the drug on himself, in the rush to discovery in the hyper competitive market environment) was shocked at the effect of the drug which saw possibly even more dramatic effects to the user's strength and durability than even Erskine's method - albeit under more temporary and volatile conditions. But his adventurous streak also saw him put his discovery to an alternate use... Rex Tyler scrapped that method as a public project, but began on others. Developing more effective sulfa tablets for frontline medical use, 'stimulant' pills to contend with Nazis recent innovation of amphetamine usage, gas decontamination pills (which when news of their discovery was leaked, and their effects embellished, became a key propaganda tool in lessening German use of chlorine and mustard gas compared with the first World War. During this time, an assortment of strange and mysterious figures put their lives and abilities on the line to protect the Homefront from fifth columnists, Nazi saboteurs and a new breed of strange and creepy ne'erdowells that seemed to be cropping up in these trying times. A silhouette seen disappearing in plumes of gas, a man faster than you could imagine, rings and rods of power... joined by a man capable of immense strength and power, for an hour at a time. And in the other twenty-three hours, Rex Tyler became a major scientific figure for the era, and with so many able bodied men overseas at war, was one of the most eligible bachelors remaining on American soil. He frequently travelled between New York and California, where between talks at USC, CalTech and UCLA universities he'd often be seen on the red carpet at some rising starlet's arm or another in the Golden Age of Hollywood. It became an open secret that Rex Tyler, whose movements and schedule seemed to match those of the Hourman, and had taken to being introduced as 'The Man Of The Hour' at social gatherings and soirees held in both New York and California, as he revelled in the notoriety and lifestyle which it had brought him. Until questions began to get raised about why these fit, fighting men were being kept at home, whilst so many of the boys were dying on foreign shores. Were these men draft dodgers? There was some speculation that these questions were being pushed by the lead industry, as Rex had raised concerns about the widespread use of lead in paint and even petroleum in university lectures. Eager to not be seen as cowardly men, it was Rex Tyler and the Atom, Al Pratt, who were most ardent that the group take their talents to the Front. First the government tried to claim Miraclo for their own purposes, but were satistfactorily chastened after a demonstration of what just six men on the chemical compound were capable of, and a stern lecture from the Man of the Hour that the biggest threat to freedom wasn't that the drug not be introduced to the war effort... but rather if it should somehow find its way into the wrong hands and be reverse engineered, with the German's ability to mass produce pharmaceuticals... and what of Russia afterwards? At this point they already had a significant numbers advantage and were steadily encroaching upon Berlin. But there was still a task that these fine young men and women of the JSA would be able to lend their skills to... That other desperate frontier that the Nazis sought to exploit was the occult. Whether it had actual merit, or if it would merely make a fine propaganda boon to crush the faint hopes of the Nazis, there was a mission for this group of men and women who had begun to be known as part of the wider Justice Society of America. Whilst the Howling Commandos and other Allied troops were steadily marching towards Berlin, the Nazis were making a desperate grab for an artefact that was known as the Spear of Destiny. An item that reportedly could imbue invincibility upon its wielder. The JSA were put to task and whisked to Scandinavia in a race for the object. In which they were victorious. The hopes of the hun were squashed. The fine Allied men continued their march on Berlin unabated and victory was won. And Rex's playboy lifestyle went into overdrive... Austin Tyler - Company Man In 1960, young Austin Tyler, born to stage actress Wendi Harris would grow to barely know his father. And when he was old enough to, he wouldn't want to. He'd seen enough. An absent father who was all about his own selfish drive for adventure and the frivolity which came with such a life. He took the scraps he was left with... the name of being his father's son, to the University scene where hard work and another powerful drive, albeit focused on other things than his playboy father, would see him pick up a doctorate in chemistry and degrees in business management. Through shrewd investment and a network of subsidiaries he would seize the board and ownership of Bannerman Chemical, and renamed it TylerCo Petrochemical and Pharmaceuticals. A feat his father would never achieve. He gave a lengthy speach before the media about how his father had worked there, how his devotion to the work and his country had forged this post-war nation, and a bunch of other crap he didn't really mean nor care for. He was forging his own path. This was his hour. And he would use it to accomplish that which his father never could, nor even had the sense or drive to. Rick Tyler - Hourman 2000 In early 2000, Richard Tyler was born to Austin and Janice Tyler. Austin attempted to push his son into the family business, but like father like son, Richard Tyler rejected that plan. Going so far as to flunk out of high school chemistry after two different incidents involving an explosion, and the creation of chlorine gas. The following donation to the high school Science department was appreciated but still insufficient. Richard goes by the monosyllabic 'Rick', which is far too close to 'Rex' for his father's comfort. He's a talented young artist, but a self-professed 'beach bum'. He's often found at a beachside shack left for him by the grandfather he never met, now long deceased, with some co-ed or another. Much to his father's chagrin or horror.

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@Hound55

I think it's safe to say that Hourman is accepted.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

I should have my app wrapped up and knocked on the head by tomorrow.

@Hound55

Hoping to do the same myself.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

@Master Bruce is also accepted as it has been over 24hrs and no other interest has been expressed for Spider-Man.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

As both @Byrd Man and @Roman's Batmen are set in their own multiverses, I'm going to go ahead and give them an early acceptance.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

_{| EARTH-668}

^{__NOT SO LONG AGO, IN A GALAXY NOT SO FAR AWAY...}

Smoke coupled with the smell of ash and weapons fire rose into the violet sky that surrounded the world of Centuri VI. Three of its moons were still visible, sitting high in the sky, unobscured by the sun even at midday. Despite never having had contact with Earth, Centuri VI’s architecture was incredibly similar to that found in some regions of the Terran Homeworld.

The Capitol; the home of the Centurii’s governing democracy, had seen better days. Buildings made of materials comparable to limestone and marble had been damaged from the sonic blasts of the insurgents’ weaponry. Entire buildings had been reduced to nothing more than rubble from the attack.

At the heart of the Capitol lay the Senate, Centuri VI’s governing body. The dome-shaped roof was supported by a series of columns that circled the building, raising it high above the ground. The Senators had been brought out one at a time, forced to kneel and wait. For what?

They did not know.

Each governing body member exchanged nervous glances with those on their left and right. Any cries for help were silenced immediately, and equally so any pleas for mercy. The armoured insurgents showed no signs of sympathy for the Senators.

Centuri VI had been a democracy for almost as long as recorded history existed. A planet made up predominantly of philosophers and artists, they had long considered themselves to be past the needless bloodshed of war. But unrest had spread across not only the Capitol but the world as a whole and soon the insurgents had enough numbers to go to war.

This was the closest any of the Senators had ever come to a violent death. Tear-stained eyes were drawn towards the foreign weapons held by the insurgents. Neither the arms nor armour were of Centurii make. It was this advantage that had allowed their smaller numbers to quickly overwhelm the world’s governments.

The steady hum of a skiff echoed down the street as the sleek craft appeared within view. The narrow vehicle flew above the ground, the brake flaps deploying before it came to a sudden stop only yards from the line of soon-to-be executed men.

Atop the craft, a towering figure in black armour began to descend towards the ground. Wings appeared from the back of his suit allowing him to glide towards the ground before marching towards the Senators. Following behind him was a tall, lean figure.

But they were not Centurii.

<“I see you took some time to use our gift for personal gain. Has your team located the fugitives?”> The figure asked, gesturing towards the restrained men with one of its four arms.

<“By my honour, your fugitives are not among my people.”> The armoured figure replied, his helm retracting to reveal a scarred visage. His yellow skin was marred with red and orange bruising. The man’s right eye had been entirely replaced by an implant, the luminous circuitry visible within a large scar running the entire length of the right side of his face.

<“But your gift has not gone unappreciated. For too long have the old and cowardly forced all of Centuri to adhere to their ideal way of life He. Now society will be able to begin anew, led by those who fought for it.”> The armoured figure smiled, nodding towards his men as twelve simultaneous shots rang out. In that same instant, the bodies of each Senator fell to the ground lifeless.

<“Now, you have more of this technology, you can bring us more to solidify power?”> The armoured man asked, turning back towards the alien.

<“Oh indeed,”> It smiled wickedly in response. < “I’m more than happy to oblige.”>

Above Centuri VI, the void of space was suddenly illuminated by a blinding flurry of lightning as the fabric between time and space was ripped apart like a once-clenched jaw. The bow of a ship slipped through the gaping maw as a Hive Ship exited slipstream and came to orbit around the remote Class-I planet. Behind the massive vessel came another like it and another after that. Each of the ships entered into orbit around the Centuri VI. From the surface, the humanoid populace turned their eyes to the sky. Even from the surface, the Hive ships were visible around the planet.

The armoured figure turned towards the sky, a confused look crossing his face. He could not possibly understand the horror he had unleashed upon his world, but he knew enough to feel fear.

<“Deception!”> He roared, raising his weapon towards the alien. In response, it looked back towards him defiantly, clearly unphased by the sonic arm cannon levelled towards its face.

“Khaji-Da.” It replied, and suddenly, the armoured figure froze. The helmet emerged from within the armour and closed around the humanoid’s head. The eyes suddenly glowed red before it spoke.

<“Assuming direct control.”> Came the suit’s response, the weapon lowering away from the alien. The smug look of triumph passed over its face before it turned its gaze back towards the sky.

<“If the fugitives are not among your people, then you are no further use to me. You and your world will exist solely to serve the Hive.”>

From within the Hive ships came a deafening humming noise. Hundreds of small vessels suddenly exited from the hexagonal patterning on the ships' underbelly. Diving through the atmosphere of the planet, the ships began to fire on those below. A man reached out to his child only to be struck down. A metal prong hooked into his back, injecting the man and forcibly transforming his body. Crying out to his child one last time, the man's eyes went blank as he lost his individuality becoming nothing but a drone to the invading aliens. Turning to his crying child, he extended a spike from his wrist before reaching down and submitting her to the same fate as he. More and more of the natives began to fall to this fate. From the Hive ships above, a haunting electronic voice echoed over the planet.

<“We are the Reach. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.”>

The message continued to play on a loop as the Reach began to bomb the planet from orbit. As they had done to the populace, the surface was transformed. The Reach penetrated the surface with pillars that unfolded to cocoon Centuri VI. Drilling to the planet's core, they were preparing the world for a metamorphosis, ensuring it would survive the terraforming process. As the cocoon began to spread, the planet's resources were slowly absorbed as the Reach harvested each and every one of them. Their new drones slowly awakened from the transformation process as they began to assist the cocooning process, their new implants allowing them total comprehension as they became one with the hive mind. Descending through the atmosphere, the first of the Hive ships prepared to land as the other two departed from orbit.

This world, like many others, now belonged to the Reach.

_{Location: Washington, D.C. - United States of America}

Secret Invasion #1.01: Clandestine

_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Hard heels clicked rhythmically along the cobblestone alley as the red-haired woman maintained a brisk pace. The cold night air showed her breath from between a pair of pursed, ruby lips. One hand was slipped into her jacket, resting at the ready on her standard-issued firearm. The other gingerly touched against the stone wall while emerald eyes darted about recording every inch of her surroundings. Clandestine meetings on a foggy night were a Hollywood cliché, but yet, here she was carrying one out on behalf of S.W.O.R.D. The Sentient World Observation and Response Department was a counterpart to S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Investigation, Espionage and Logistics Division. Developed in response to the world's so-called heroes and villains, it was these beings of power that had long since confirmed humanity's question of what was out there.

Turned out, most of it wasn't as friendly as the one with the hammer or the Boy Scout in blue.

Ahead of her, a tall figure loomed in the shadow cast by the overhead footbridge. The sounds of the city were louder here, able to cover their conversation as splashes of colourful lighting could be seen beyond the figure at the alley's exit.

"The sun is very bright today." The male stated as Agent Morse approached him.

"But the ice is still very slippery." She replied with a bored tone.

Again. Cliché.

"Thank you for meeting with me." The other figure nodded appreciatively before producing a small flash drive from within their palm. "Everything you're looking for is on this drive. Recorded footage, your analysts will be able to tell it's not doctored or forged. There were three of them; big, green and with pointy ears."

"Skrulls." Morse snarled before reaching for the drive. "They're not usually so careless."

<"Then you shouldn't be surprised that this is a trap.">

Morse moved to draw her weapon, but the familiar hum caused her to hesitate as she looked toward the male in front of her. The glowing barrel of his weapon pointed directly towards her abdomen as two others appeared from the shadows, transforming from inanimate objects back to their true form.

<"Easy, Red-Eyes. This is a Shi'ar Disrupter; it'll put a hole even in your durable carapace.">

The agent smiled before her voice suddenly filled the heads of her three would-be assailants.

If you knew what I was, then, you should have brought more firepower.

The Skrulls shrieked in agony, purple blood spilling from their ears before their eyes rolled into the back of their heads. All three corpses dropped to the ground simultaneously as Agent Morse brought her phone to her mouth.

"I have three specimens for transport."

- -First Issue: TBD	-	-	Next Issue: Retaliation	-	Latest Issue: Clandestine