Master Bruce

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

I was only literally just informed of what they were, and no. That doesn't sound like something nessescary for this game.

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

What's the acceptable extent when it comes to crossover stuff? F'rinstance, if I were to incorporate the Inhumans into the backstory of Krypton, or say that Asgard was bottled up by Brainiac or something like that, which might preclude other people's ability to use a character or a major mythos in a way they want. Essentially, where do we draw the line between 'mixing it up' and 'stepping on toes?'

@AndyC

I would say be cautious. That stuff vaguely sounds fine, but I'd also say keep it vague and don't make it a huge thing that impacts bigger mythologies. As I said in the first post, consult the player characters. Maybe try and limit the crossover stuff in the backstories themselves. My Batman has no overlap, honestly, just because it felt too cheap to have Bruce have trained in Wakanda or whatever.

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

Also, I counted at least 9 interested not including myself, and that's only within a few hours. I think this is safely a-go for launch.

OOC thread'll be up Friday or Saturday, so you all have time to work up some apps.

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

I may be interested in this. Seeing as how I have the appropriate name and avatar, Tony Stark seems to be the logical choice. His story from the MCU could pretty much be the same - kidnapped, built a suit to escape, and now spends time refining the design. (Obviously would not confirm being Iron Man to the press for some time. Early stages.)

Thoughts?

@stark

Go as far as you want to and don't be afraid to play around with the concept, is what I'd suggest. But everything is completely and entirely up to the player. I'm doing things with Batman that I think will be different enough to make him a unique animal, but I'd be lying if I said he wouldn't still be recognizably Batman.

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

That charmer.

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

Throwing my own hat in for The Dark Knight detective.

I know there's already interested parties out there for GL and Superman, aswell.

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

GMs: Master Bruce, Byrd Man, Morden Man

It is the year 2018. Heroes and villains, up until six months ago, were considered works of fiction. Captain America was a piece of war propaganda that was turned into comic books, which turned into cartoons, which led to movies. As far as the world knew, there never was an actual Star-Spangled Avenger or a Super Soldier program. No team of Howling Commandos or, more absurdly, a battalion of Cap's closest allies called The Invaders. Never a Bucky Barnes, who fought as the Sentinel of Liberty's kid sidekick on the page. And certainly no Red Skull, the fascist leader of a militant offshoot of the Third Reich. Likewise, The Justice Society of America was considered thought up by a team of writers and artists for National Comics, detailing the exploits of caped and cowled do-gooders looking to fight the evils of immortal madmen looking to take up the mythical The Spear Of Destiny, giant monsters who terrorized innocents abroad and offshore, and colorfully crazed 'supervillains' who utilized the elements to challenge The JSA directly in their war for dominance.

A novelty, everyone thought. Superheroes were a fringe piece of pop culture that had about as much legitimacy to them as vampires and werewolves, magic and unicorns, and science fiction space aliens. That is until one fateful day that would change the course of human history, when social media began circulating a video of a very hotly debated - but very real - public display of power by an individual who could clearly fly. This man would come to be known as the Metropolis Superman. And with his arrival came the questioning of just how fictional those old stories of Gods and Monsters really had been all along.

Colonel Nick Fury of SHIELD and his rival, Amanda Waller of CADMUS, did their best to circumvent any attempt to uncover the documents that would prove that there had really been a Captain Steve Rogers, a Justice Society, and all of the other superhumans that had existed in secret for decades. They even enlisted the help of a man they'd once promised to keep away from, Professor Charles Xavier, to attempt a telekinetic wipe of memories worldwide in an appeal to protect his secret school for what the agencies had called 'mutants'. But it was far too late for that, as The Professor had become too old and dormant to pull off such a feat: the secret was irreparably out the minute that journalist Lois Lane published documents detailing it all in The Daily Planet.

The age of Metahumans was here. And with that revelation came a new world, with new rules. New heroes and villains. In New York, an almost overnight phenomena occurred of superpowered individuals stepping up to either help people or harm them. In Gotham City, the highly corrupt hub of the New Jersey crime scene, perps were beginning to line prison cells claiming that they'd been the victims of a giant Bat. Rumors circulated around Africa that detailed a battle for the long thought lost metal of Vibranium against smugglers and a nation that wasn't officially supposed to have ever existed. And under the ocean, a war between two factions began to rage on in secret, captured in grainy video footage during an expedition that would make scientist and long-held Atlantean truther Stephen Shin world famous.

This was all just the tipping point. Whether it be interstellar warriors from beyond the stars, or from the shores of an island of Amazons, new players in this game of Metahuman Warfare would begin to reveal themselves to the world. And with their arrival came the question raised on everyone's minds: Who would inherit the world? The Gods... or the Monsters?

This game takes place in a reality where the DC and Marvel superheroes exist simultaneously in a shared universe. The world as we know it has existed up until now, and six months have gone by since the major heroes have been revealed. As a player, you can take up the role of any of these heroes in their beginning stages and work to build your own mythology, free of continuity constraints or legacies that have yet to be defined. Major multiplayer events will be handled sporadically by the GM at intervals, but participation is absolutely voluntary. A 'season' will conclude at the end of the third MME, where you'll be allowed a time to wrap up your character's stories for the in-game year.

As such, given the vast amount of hero or anti-hero characters at your disposal, no original characters are to be permitted. And for the time being, pending the game's future, all outright villains are to be NPCs left to the discredition of the hero players. (The player playing Superman has control over his rogues gallery, Spider-Man has the same, ect.) To use one of them, PMing the hero player for permission is required. In absence of one of those, say for a villain who has yet to receive a hero player (perhaps nobody applies for Green Lantern, but you want to use Sinestro), the game's GMs will decide. But be warned, the more central to a major character, the less likely the approval. Creativity is encouraged.

More importantly, be mindful of the setting. This is a 'Year One' style RP. Characters like Superman, Spider-Man, Batman, Captain America, and the like have only been around for a maximum of six months and are still cutting their teeth. This is to build up a universe where it's possible to build friendships and rivalries between characters like Green Arrow and Iron Man from the beginning to make a thriving set of relationships from the start. So characters that you would logically associate in conjuction with a more experienced version of the character, such as Supergirl, Miles Morales' Spider-Man, Robin, and any of the Teen Titans are pretty much a guaranteed no-no for this season. Future seasons, that'll be a different story. But just keep the fact that this is a universe where heroes still have to be established to inspire successors or legacy characters, even if continuity is fluid.

Other than that, pretty much only the standard Casual RP rules apply. You'll have to post once every two weeks to keep your character, otherwise it goes up for grabs. You can interact with anyone at your leisure or travel to anywhere within the multiverse (yes, multiverse), if it's within your character's means to do so. And most importantly, in this game, continuity bends to your will. Don't want to play a Daredevil who's blind? Have your own story worked out for The Man Without Fear? That's acceptable. Just make it good, make it authentic as possible to the spirit of the initial creation, and put effort into how Matt Murdock or anyone in this world would become that character. And remember, the man or woman behind that mask or cape has to be a character from the comics - no workarounds.

Alright. With all of that out of the way, let's see who's in.

Character Sheet

Ultimate One Universe: Year One Application

Character You're Applying For:

Powers And Abilities:

Origin And Backstory (In A Maximum Of Four Paragraphs):

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Sample Post:

Avengers: Heroes United!

Spidey's down for the count now, but I'll have him en route to one of the disasters (I think Howard needs more backup, so probably Boston) in my next post.

Avengers: Heroes United!

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are broadcasting to you live as we approach what can only be described as a scene of absolute chaos at the infamous Raft prison..."

Booking perhaps the least comfortable flight trip of all time since The Blob tried to book a two-seater on Delta Airlines, my Spider Sense hums at me as roaring winds and torrential rain pound me in the face whenever I try and look up ahead at the scene. Gotta thank my genetically altered DNA for allowing me to stick to the surface of this thing, because if I were anyone else, this weather would have sent me flying down into the Hudson about 30 miles ago. Catching my bearings as I wring out a half liter of water from the bottom half of my mask, the look of a firey wreck ahead snaps me to attention.

"Geez, Aleksei...", I mutter, bewildered. "You really outdid yourself this time in the 'mass destruction of everything' notch of the Rhino schtick."

Crawling upwards, horizontally, I reach the window of my carrier craft - otherwise known as the NYDN Channel 7 helicopter - and peer inside to make sure that the reporter and her crew are making sure to keep a safe distance. Because as stupid as it sounds, I want them to get close enough to let me off so that I can clean up this mess... while also not getting close enough to endanger themselves or anyone else who may need to be led off of the facility.

"Just under thirty minutes ago, Channel 7 sources were told by officials that the maximum security prison, specializing in housing dangerous supervillains, entered into a lockdown after a prisoner transfer went horribly awry. While the details aren't officially confirmed as to the perpetrator, rumors have circulated that it was an attack carried out by Aleksei Sytsevich, better known as The R---"

In the middle of her broadcast, the woman stops cold and her eyes go wide, transfixed by something in my direction. At first, I start to freak out, thinking that something's being hurdled at the helicopter because that's usually what one of these guys do whenever they see me coming. Then I realize exactly what she's freaking out about, because she keeps pointing at me and screaming something unintelligible at her cameraman. Ah, the ole' Spidey charm. Always a winner with the ladies.

"Hey! Sorry, I needed a ride over, and there weren't any ferries accepting American Express!", I shout, throwing up my hands. "Thanks for accommodating! I'll be out of your hair, now! By the way, love the channel! I don't actually watch it, but I mean... what's good television these days, anyway?!"

With the entire crew now freaking out, each shouting something along the lines of "AAAAH GET HIM OFF, GET HIM OFF!", "SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE, IT'S THE FREAK WITH THE WEBS!", and "OH MY GOD, IS THAT DEADPOOL?!", I finally get the hint and give them a neighborly salute. I'd give them cash for their troubles, but I sorta don't have any pockets. Or the... cash to withhold from them in the first place.

"Right. Scary guy in a mask attached to your window. Probably not paying attention to a word I'm saying..."

THWIP!

Firing a webline towards the billowing smoke pile ahead of me, I wait for it to snag something and pull, leading me into a less than graceful swing off of the side of the still-in-flight helicopter. With any luck, this'll net me some good press! In that I totally hijacked an aircraft for my own purposes and that it'll come back to bite me as a headline worded in that exact way.

"Whoah!", I pronounce, landing on the side of a hard surface that isn't on fire. "Talk about making it late to the scene of the party! You people skipped the party altogether and went straight to the horrible drunken aftermath!"

See, some people - and I'm not going to name names, Johnny Storm - they tend to cite my humor as a bit lame at best and incredibly infantile at worst. And while that is definitely the case and I'm usually the first to admit it, what most don't realize is that it happens automatically. It kicks in as a reflex, almost like I got another power from the spider-bite, whenever I'm scared out of my mind. And looking at the scene ahead of me, where I can tell at least a couple of dead bodies are smushed under concrete debris and there's no discernable way to get inside of the prison itself? I'd say I'm pretty terrified.

Leaping down and firing out another webline, I swing over and narrowly miss a wild ball of flame that licks at the bottom of my spandex soles. You'd think the rain would have taken care of this fire all by now, but that just goes to show how quickly and rapidly the entire situation went out of control. This all still fresh. Rhino's known for his berserker mode, but this? This reeks of deliberation. Planning, almost. Like someone smarter than ole' Hornytoad wanted him here and causing a ruckus.

Could it be the mysterious benefactor that let Sandman loose on Times Square?

"Hello?!", I shout as loudly as possible. "Is anyone still here?! Local superhero seeks survivors of crazy amounts of destruction! First come, first save!"

That's when it hits me again. My Spider-Sense isn't just going off because of the severity of the weather anymore. Something's coming right for me, and I'm standing around like a doofus.

"YOU AGAIN?!"

Resisting the urge to shriek with a certain amount of girlishness, I backflip out of the way as the man of the hour himself comes bursting through the fire like a freaking freight train and a wrecking ball had an ugly, out-of-control kid with ADHD. Rhino slams his horn into a piece of debris as he slams to a stop, sending concrete flying my way. I leap over it and dodge what I can, firing a webline directly at tall, dark and brutish. He catches it with his massive forearm and pulls, sending me flying over him. I manage to catch myself on a pole jutting out of the structure of the cracked base.

"Yeah! Me again, you big doof!", I counter. "What, did you think you'd get Daredevil this time? Because let me tell you from personal experience, pal, that unless you're a ninja or a gorgeous lady assassin, he's not showing up!"

"ALWAYS YOU!", he angrily barks back. "EVERY TIME I AM IN MIDST OF CARRYING OUT PLAN, IT ALWAYS SPIDER WHO IS TRYING TO STOP IT! WHY DO YOU VEX ME THIS WAY?!"

"First of all, what do you mean 'trying'?"

Leaping down, I parlay a handstand into a somersaulted kick and leap, striking the big lug directly in the nose.



"As far as records go, I'm pretty well in the 'succeeding' column when it comes to putting your ginormous butt in check!"

Swiping at me like a fly, Rhino just barely manages to knock me one in the face as I'm in mid-dodge, knocking me back from whence I came. I fire out another webline to stop myself just before landing in one of the massive fires that this lunatic has started. Sorry, Rhino, but Shish-kabob Spider-Man isn't gonna be on the menu this evening. And I certainly wouldn't give a card-carrying member of 'Wide Load's Anonymous' like you the satisfaction of serving it.

"PERHAPS TRUE, BUT YOU ARE TOO LATE THIS TIME!"

Running his mile-long boot along the ground, signifying his intent to ram me into the skies, Rhino stampedes ahead and forces me to leap off of my back and swing for higher ground. There still isn't any sign of civillians or prison guards that survived the attack, unless the real pandemonium is inside. And good God, if that's the case, I need to wrap this up quickly. There's no telling how many of my old stomping-face buddies are running riot in there if the security's been breached. Someone's probably sticking actual fish into Mysterio's actual fishbowl helmet!

"I HAVE FREED EVERYONE! EVERYONE WITH GRUDGE AGAINST YOU!", Rhino taunts, turning rubble into further, smaller rubble. "AND WITH LIST MILE LONG, YOU WILL NOT GET CHANCE TO LEAVE ALIVE!"

My eyes widen as Rhino confirms my worst possible fears. Everyone with a grudge against me that was being held in there?! I don't exactly keep a headcount, but I'm willing to wage that he's talking about like half of my Rogue's Gallery! If... that's a thing that you even call having a bunch of maniacs with superhuman powers and terrible fashion sense out for your blood anymore. But the point remains! Unless he's bluffing, this is really bad! Way beyond putting fish in Mysterio's fishbowl bad!

"Okay, time out. I'm cutting the back-and-forth thing I usually save for these occasions and cutting straight to the point with this one."

Webbing up my fists with a layer of fluid so dense that it immediately hardens, I flip forward and strike at Rhino's face with all of the strength I can possibly muster. The thing he's never gotten about his weird animal-hide costume exo-suit thing is that for all of it's armored bits and it's protective surfaces, somehow not covering his face in a decade is usually how I've been able to defeat him. And so when I punch, he staggers.

"WHY! WOULD! YOU! POSSIBLY! DO! THAT!?", I angrily shout with every blow. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! THERE ARE PSYCHOPATHS IN THERE! KILLERS, ALEKSEI! HORRIBLE PEOPLE THAT EVEN YOU WOULD NOT WANT ON THE STREET!"

Rhino catches my fist in his, and smiles, despite his nose and mouth being bloodied by trauma. I start to feel the bones in my hand buckle under the immense pressure, and am suddenly unable to fight back. I try to go for a kick, and he blocks that by grabbing my ankle and giving it a similar treatment. He could shatter both parts of my body in an instant. He knows he could, and yet he doesn't. He wants me to know that.

"When paycheck is big enough, Spider-Man? I can become quite comfortable with whomever is on street."

My Spider-Sense flares up again, and I try to rip myself from Rhino's grasp, but something hard grabs me at the back of my neck and locks, choking the life out of me with an immense strength.

"And when he is referring to current company, you annoying arachnid..."

Whatever has me by the neck pulls me from Rhino and throws me into a nearby wall with so much force that my mind can't even comprehend making a stupid joke to describe the pain I'm about to feel. That's when I finally see what was keeping me interlocked, as it reels itself back to it's host. A giant metal tentacle. One of four, attached to one of the very last men I'd ever want to see walking free from a place like this.

Otto Octavius. Known to most as Doc Ock, and one of the worst nutcases I've ever put away.

"I believe Mr. Sytsevich is quite comfortable. We've been well acquainted before."

Gasping for air, I pull myself out of the Spider-Man shaped hole in the wall just long enough for my vision to stop blurring on me. I think I have a concussion, and I think my concussion has a concussion aswell. It's an Avengers: Concussion War going on in my brain right now, because my motor functions are barely working as is.

"Oh, great. The sociopathic cavalry has arrived...", I wheeze. "Did you get a new onesie, Otto? It's so hard to keep track of these standard prison garb."

"Yes. You may have your fun, little Spider. You may make your jokes.", Otto taunts back, lifting himself with his four-legged instruments of destruction. "But they will prove quite ineffective at helping you to deny the obvious. Today, you are not to be the victor. No matter whatever last minute attempts you make to try and contain the threat within, this is far beyond you. If you attempt to enter The Raft, you will die."

Lashing one of his tentacles out at me, it wraps around my torso and tightens like the world's most sci-fi version of a boa constrictor. I struggle to get free and start laying a beatdown on these two that they could never even imagine, but it's hopeless. Ock's got me on the ropes, and Rhino's backed in his corner. Reaching up, I attempt to fire another webline - maybe to escape, maybe to prove him wrong and swing my way into the prison to see what I can still do - but Ock catches my wrist with another tentacle and squeezes.

"ARGH!"

Not only does he snap my wrist, but the web-shooter that was covering it is shattered.

"And as much as I would rather enjoy watching you feebly try and contain the mess that only you, yourself, can be blamed for creating in the first place,", Ock mocks, pulling me directly to him. "I have much bigger plans in store for you. So for once, Spider-Man, I offer you a temporary truce."

I stare back, dumbstruck. "A-A truce?"

"Indeed.", he says, with a sadistic grin. "This fight is to cease immediately, as we continue on with our business within the prison. And you, little Spider, are to be allowed to live in exchange for this act of undeserved generosity."

Angrily, I bawl up my unbroken fist and get ready to punch him directly in those stupid glasses he's always wearing.

"Ock, if you think for a second that I'm even gonna consider such a ridiculous offer, you're nuttier than a squirrel with..."

Another tentacle clamps my mouth shut, cutting off any protest.

"No, no. The time for you to talk is over. Let this truce commence."

Suddenly, all four arms converge onto me at once, and lock me into an unbreakable position. My ribs start to crack and I'm beginning to feel lightheaded. Vision's starting to black out. All that I can hear is Otto's manic laughter as Aleksei joins him, along with a few other voices that emerge unseen.

By the time I regain consciousness, I'm watching myself about to hit the ocean.

They didn't even attempt to fight me, or even kidnap me or whatever these guys usually do.

They just tossed me aside like a piece of garbage. A mild inconvenience. Like I was nothing.

Which is exactly what I feel like as I hit the water.

A great big nothing.

Avengers: Heroes United!

Undisclosed Location
May 16, 2018
6:00pm EST

Over the past 42 hours, the American news cycle had stabilized after briefly being hijacked by the attack in Times Square. After airing several documentaries focused on the life of Flint Marko, aswell as speculation for what this latest outburst from the supervillain meant, pundits from all sides had resumed their normal day-to-day conduct of blaming eachother for socio-economic problems, possible electoral collusion from the long-dead terrorist cell HYDRA, and the latest perpetrated online fad of teenagers consuming laundry products. All, it seemed, was well and truly back to business as usual.

The mysterious figure behind the attack couldn't help but feel content as he watched their unearned normality sweep through. Predictably, the world at large had assumed it was safe to go back to their normal lives, that this was simply an isolated incident a world of gods and monsters. It would make the next phase of this grand and intricately crafted plan much more devastating, particularly as it brought about a further interest in the affairs of superhumans - and away from anything seemingly amiss elsewhere.

"Sir. All of our troops are in position, as requested.", a new assistant announced. "They simply await your order to strike."

A hand went up from behind a stoic posture, gesturing an immediate readiness.

"You may resume your duties. The order has been given.", he announced, confidently. "All of the respective parties are proceeding according to plan. We have already entered Phase Two."

Slowly, the tone of each news cycle began to change, as it became clear that things were far from as stable as once thought...

---

Boston, Massachusetts

As the evening hours began to set in and civilian traffic had died down from the rush of the earlier quitting time for most, a sudden explosion rocked throughout the heart of the city. People on the streets immediately vacated their cars and turned their attention to the skies, as a gigantic ball of fire lit infront of the sunset. Most were confused, though some ran in terror, as another impact was almost immediately felt. Something was happening, and it was clear to most that this was an attack. Almost on instinct, the majority of people who remained began to reach for their cellphones to simultaneously dial 9-1-1. Boston wasn't New York, and so the idea of a superhuman attack wasn't as commonplace. They simply assumed this was the work of human terrorists.

They were about to be proven very wrong.

Appearing completely out of thin air, as if reality itself had buckled under it's momentum, a massive and very visibly damaged part of a crane came flying out towards the crowd. It hurtled so fast that none had the time nessescary to duck and cover, as all eyes transfixed on this anomaly despite the imminent danger to those in it's path. The ones who registered what was about to happen started screaming, while others gasped in unison, some already beginning to record the anomaly with their phones.

And then, it... stopped. Hovering in mid-air, the propulsion of the crane's debris had halted itself and was now floating high above the civilian level. For a moment, all seemed peaceful. But this peace would only last a few seconds. Turning on it's axis, the debris resumed it's propulsion to the left of it's current position and slammed into the side of a nearby post office with a thunderous crack, deafening most within the immediate vicinity.

It was almost enough to cause no one to notice as a set of very unusually clad individuals began to appear in the middle of the street, surrounded by an evident battle that had been raging for several minutes unbeknownst to anyone. One was holding her hands outstretched and forward, in the direction of where the debris had appeared and stopped. Her hair was strikingly crimson, and her outfit indicated membership to a very elite group of individuals.

"I... tried to hold it for as long as I could, Scott, but the projection's faded!", she cried out, clearly having been strained by the effort to conceal the chaos in the minds of everyone around them. "We're in the open! This can't be contained any further!"

A man beside her, his eyes covered in a silver visor burning with red energy, fired another optic blast towards a smaller statured opponent that merely leaped out of it's way, landing on a partially destroyed vehicle. The opponent lashed out in retaliation with an elongated tongue, but was cut short by an intervening figure covered in blue fur, who tackled him from behind. The man in the visor placed his hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Forget it, Jean. This wasn't going to end well, and we did the best we could to de-escalate the situation.", Cyclops replied, his voice stern and direct. "X-Men! Take down as many of the Brotherhood as you can, and do it as quickly as possible! We don't have the luxury of stealth anymore!"

SNIKT!

As if having been awaiting that command all day, the mutant known to most as The Wolverine unsheathed his adamantium claws, stepping forward in a defensive pose as a monolithic man stepped forward to meet him, his foot hitting the pavement with particular force.

"You freaks were the ones that started this, not us!", the monstrosity called The Blob bellowed. "Whatever happens here is on your heads! Remember that whenever we're smearing ya across the pavement!"

Flanked by fellow Brotherhood members Toad, Pyro, Avalanche, Juggernaut, Sabretooth, and Mystique, The Blob roared out as The Uncanny X-Men fell into position behind Wolverine. Present were Cyclops, Jean Grey, Beast, Nightcrawler, Kitty Pryde, and Colossus, in addition to the black-and-yellow clad mutant that growled back.

"Th' only thing that's gonna get smeared, Bub, is yer blood.", Wolverine announced. "Just say th' word, Cyke. If we gotta beat these clowns again to find our man, let's get it over with."

"Und remember,", Nightcrawler added. "Time is of ze essence."

"X-Men...", Cyclops began, readying another optic blast as each individual member of his team prepared to utilize their own powerset. "ATTACK!"

Immediately, both groups charged eachother without hesitation, completely oblivious and seemingly uninterested in the resulting fallout that this clash between age-old rivals would bring about for the rest of Boston.

As the chaos began on the streets, several Quinjets flew into the immediate skies above, bearing the unmistakable logo for SHIELD.

"ATTENTION, MUTANTS! THIS ENDS NOW!", a voice over a loud intercom shouted. "YOU ARE IN A CIVILIAN AREA! CEASE ACTIVITY AT ONCE AND SURRENDER! THIS WILL BE YOUR ONLY WARNING!"

WIth tensions mounting, it seemed as though no one would be leaving this particular battle unscathed, as the rival mutant factions below simply continued fighting and wreaking havoc in their path, despite being cast in a series of spotlights from above. News vans and local police began to arrive on the scene, escalating things even further.

CRISIS: BOSTON

VILLAIN ATTACK: THE BROTHERHOOD OF MUTANTS

HERO ATTACK: THE X-MEN

Threat Level:
13
Minor Threats:

• Heavily armed SHIELD Quinjets, local police ordinance
• Increasingly volatile ground, made worse by the presence of Avalanche

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Kingston, Jamaica

As the emerging chaos in Boston began to take up the majority of everyone's attention, SHIELD had another problem on their hands that began to manifest itself. Across the city in the Caribbean island, several safehouses protecting both precious classified data and several weapons under research and development under local SHIELD authorities were inexplicably found to be under attack at the same time. The safehouses were bombarded with an armored van at each point, all housing a portable mini-gun operated by a masked armored militant carrying out orders. While SHIELD agents filed out and opened fire in defense of their respective base, they were quickly and brutally mowed down in a hail of heavy artillery.

Only one agent remained, surveying the coordinated attack from a safe distance. The agent's name was Jimmy Woo, a high-ranking spy that reported directly to Nick Fury, on assignment for an unrelated matter entirely that would now have to wait.

"CODE ELEVEN-THIRTY-THREE! I REPEAT, CODE ELEVEN-THIRTY-THREE!", Woo exclaimed, firing up his own personal Quinjet to take to the skies. "THIS IS WOO! HOSTILES ARE MOVING IN FAST! WE NEED ASSISTANCE IN KINGSTON! TAKING CASUALTIES... THERE'S TOO MANY OF THEM!"

Woo took the reigns of the Quinjet and set off to meet the attackers himself, buying just enough time for any available back-up to arrive. Though in earnest, the seasoned agent didn't see how this was going to end in any way other than the loss of the safehouses

CRISIS: THE CARIBBEAN

VILLAIN ATTACK: UNKNOWN

Threat Level:
6
Minor Threats:

• Highly advanced SHIELD weaponry put into the wrong hands
• Rank-and-file militants ready to protect the main extraction van