Sep

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

@LegionPothIX if you wanna let others use her, great. But you don't need to do her full bio. Just let people know how she behaves

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

@Draken oh go to your room.

Sorry civvied but I will think of something for y'all to do. @Boomlover I do have something planned for you I just couldn't work it into this post. I'm going yo try throwing it about mid week as a shorter post (so that it doesn't rush people)

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

Alright, I finished Jugg's CS. Can one of the GM's look it over?

@mattmanganon

To be handy ( as I am not at a pc right now) can you pm it too us? All four.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

While the Eye of Theia was orbiting Earth it wasn't exactly a short trip to get there, even at maximum (safe) thrust within an hour they were no more than three quarters of the way there. For the most part the bridge crew had been relatively quiet, talking among themselves. Some of them took a minute for quiet prayer while William just stood watching the holomap on front of him. He knew it was pointless watching the battle when he couldn't do anything to help, all he was doing was tearing himself a part even more as he watched as the Devastators slowly chewed through the fleet. At least Rita didn't have to see this, she was such a firestarter she probably would have went to help if she could see the size of the Devastator fleet now...

All being said something didn't seem quite right to him. The Devastators followed no real strategy but attacking Mars still made little sense, it was obvious that Earth was the one that was undefended. Anyone with military training would have hit the soft target first, especially one that would deal such a devastating blow to morale. That said the Devastators weren't exactly known for making sense, he'd leave it for the analysts to determine what was going on. They'd have plenty of time to theorize on the Devastators and what they were doing, what their goals are.

Suddenly an alarm began sounding throughout the bridge. "Report!" William wasted no time in typing commands into the table on front of him, the surface of the Earth appearing in a view that shown the shipyards housing the remaining nine Arks, one of them visibly detatching from the dock.

"Unknown energy source detected above the shipyard Sir, the reading is off the scale. Matches that of Devastator based technology, no idea as of yet of the-"

Static erupted the screen as a Massive Ship appeared above the shipyard, easily as long as an Ark itself. William could feel the room stiffen, ships a fraction of the size had done tremendous damage to Human vessels. A ship the same size as an Ark was no doubt capable of tremendous destruction, even the wake caused by it's jump sent shockwaves that could be seen rippling around it pushing everything that it came in contact with. That was just using a hologram, he couldn't even imagine what it felt like to be one of those arks struck by the concussive blast. Hundreds, thousands of smaller signatures began spewing from it's belly, beams lancing striking everything in their path. The cannons on the arks lit up, creating a barrier of flak in their defense. Though it was too little, too late. As a massive beam shot down from the mothership, cutting a ark in two.

That was all William needed to see. "Divert all non-essential power to engines-" He didn't need to repeat himself, his voice was being transmitted to the entire bridge and relayed further to the likes of security and engineering. "-have all essential personnel report to their stations, that includes cryogenics and the archives. Have all non-essential return to their quarters until further notice." Already at this point a low toned alarm and a yellow light flared throughout the hallways, as all the signs and screens in the ship relayed the orders. "Inform the hangar bay they have five minutes to refit a squadron for anti-fighter duty and get in the air, I want a defensive perimeter set."

William keyed in several commands to the table, bringing up their own course to the Eye and zooming out to view the Destiny on their tail. He turned to Joanne as he indicated that she should turn to her own terminal on the holotable. "Prime keys for Exodus Protocol." He typed in his authorisation, as Joanne did the same. Accepting the verification on his smaller screen he viewed the command. Not acting on it he just let it sit there.

"You sure about this Admiral?" He nodded at her.

"If they catch up with the Destiny or even make a beeline for it we have no choice but to follow protocol."

"If we do that only-"

"If we do that we'll have saved as many people as possible. We can't save everyone, you signed up knowing that. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

---

"Exceptional record, for what I know about you. Though if I can ask sir, why am I here?" Joanne sat across from him in full dress uniform in contrast to William who simply sat in his regular on duty attire. After all he had spent the day split between familiarizing himself with the ships systems and interviewing officers and heads of departments. He was building not just a ship, but a society and a family. If they didn't get a long, he didn't want them. That said he wanted an XO who would call him out if he did anything questionable, and from her record she fit the bill.

"You're here because of your record Commander." He pulled out her file, her full file. He saw her eyes widen at it, they were in conflicting militaries after all. Just as she couldn't access his full classified file, she believed he didn't have access to hers.

"How did you get that?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm entrusted to safeguard a portion of the human race for the eons, and you think I can't get a classified file just because you're not Martian?" She nodded her head, after all he did raise a valid point.

"You enlisted at eighteen, became a fighter jock. Different route than I took personally, but no less commendable. Like most pilots you were known for being hot headed, didn't always agree with your superiors. In fact by your whole record there are at least twenty blemishes on your record from when you decided to disobey orders, why?"

"They weren't good orders sir."

"So you didn't follow them?"

"I completed the objectives sir, I just did them in a more effective way." William chuckled. "Sir?"

"So, say if you were under my command and I made a decision you didn't agree with, would you call me out on it?"

"If it was a stupid decision, yes sir." He just smiled. "Are you offering me a position?"

"I am Commander, I'm looking for an X-O. Now it won't be good to you, no doubt it'll be long tedious hours and it'll be stressful to. Though I don't expect you to break easily, it'll save you and up to three family members. I also think you're the right kind of material to help me run this ship and make sure we all get to where we're going." William offered her his hand. "What do you say Commander?"

---

William watched as small blue blips appeared surrounding the Vitae indicating that the fighters had launched, he nodded at Joanne. "Tune into their battlenet, keep them right. It'll help motivate them knowing you're the one doing it, they noticed your exploits at the battle of Ceres after all." She nodded as she picked up her headset and tuned in, that's when he turned back and looked at the map. A swarm of red was approaching the Destiny at a rapid pace, her own fighters launched. Though unlike the Vitae she let them all loose, it was a bold move. If she was to jump now, or to successfully escape she ran the risk of loosing all her veteran pilots in one engagement.

Though everyone ran their own ship differently, and he had no place to judge. "Weapons."

"Sir?"

"Deploy missile pods, long range. Open fire on the swarm, we're going to give our sister ship as much cover as we can muster. Have all weapon crews begin calculations for long range engagement I want everything but the main cannon ready to fire."

"Yessir." William could hear him speaking into his respective comm system and he just nodded as he continued to look up at the hologram.

He didn't dare turn the screen back to that of the surface of Earth, fearing what he'd see. Instead he kept his eye alert for any signs that the mothership was breaking her position to come after them. If that was the case he'd just call for a jump, they had no intel on it's capabilities. Though the last thing he expected to come through to him was a request from comms, though when it did come through he was even more surprised it wasn't from Admiral Lance from the Destiny. "Admiral, we're receving a signal from the Devastor mothership."

"From the Devastators? What kind of signal."

"It appears to be some form of hail, I don't quite understand it."

"Ensure the firewalls are secure-" He tapped his earpiece momentarily turning off his microphone. "Noah."

The holographic avatar appeared below the holomap. "Yes, Admiral?"

"Ensure that the comms system is secure, I want you to make sure that this signal isn't carrying some form of computer virus."

"Yes Admiral." He tapped his earpiece again.

"Put it through." He didn't really know what to expect, other than something he couldn't understand and that was exactly what he got He tapped his piece again stopping the alien message to speak to the ensign manning the comm station. "Have Erik Karlson brought up here, see if he can make heads or tails of this garbage."

"Yes Sir."

It was just a waiting game now, he watched as the first salvo of missiles launched towards the swarm. Nothing they could do but head for the Eye. He contemplated sending his squadrons to assist the Destiny as if it got overwhelmed that would mean only two Arks made it through, but at the same time he had to think about the Vitaes survival. If he lost those two squadrons now, that could mean the difference between life and death at a later stage. Everything was a balancing act, everything had an effect and from now on that was amplified to not just affect him and his crew but all the civillians aboard the ship including those who were cryogenically frozen.

No, they'd make a beeline for the Eye and support Destiny long range. There was nothing else they could do for them now.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

There's going to be slightly more action in this coming up post. Hope you can handle it.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

@The Survivor just so you know (no doubt you'll get it up but just pre-warning) that in 24 hours I'll be continuing the plot onwards with Locke.

Thanks for being patient guys, I'm going to keep things post-launch on a smaller level so we don't need to wait on people. There'll be few ship wide events like this for that very case.

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

Accepted people can post, you guys know that riiiiight?

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

@LegionPothIX I'm unsure whether it will be before or after my next Locke post, but going the Cryo route you're in for some fun.

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

<Snipped quote by mattmanganon>

Huh?

@ErsatzEmperor

Que?

Also, hello. IC is up, I'm going to let people do their introductory Arc (Especially Avenger related peeps) before stuff leading to collaboration happens, I know Thor is in times square but let's be honest, a hero fights a villain in times square like every day.

On another note, first ever Thor post so criticism is accepted. I'm trying to balance the fact that Blake/Thor are the same but not really the same person. Also the fact that when as Thor he largely retains his Thorish charm and whatnot, only to question it when he turns back to Blake. It's a fun relationship, and as people who have RP'd with me before I like the struggle between two identities thing.

Marvel - Dawn of Heroes

New York City, East Coast
United States of America.
1630HRS Local Time

Donald Blake sat in his apartment, before him on the coffee table sat a Hammer. Not a regular hammer, no. This was like an old Warhammer you saw pictures off in the history books, albeit with a much smaller handle. One part of him knew without a doubt that that was due to the meddling of Loki, the trickster god of norse mythology. Though he wasn't a myth, or at least that's what his memories were telling him. He recalled battles long past, long before he was even born and the halls of Asgard being filled to the brim with celebration and revels of victory. He'd have seen a psychiatrist by now, if he hadn't fought against an intergalactic being seeking to eat the planet a mere three months ago.

Somehow the Hammer had a way of transforming his frail body into that of the Asgardian god of war, and son of Odin. Thor. He wasn't quite sure how it all worked but whatever the transformation process was everytime he picked up the hammer he gained more of the original Thors memories. He wasn't quite sure what had happened to the real Odinson, for he had found the hammer hidden away in a cave. He only found it when he was chased by strange beasts and had no way of defending himself. That had been the first transformation, and ever since then he was becoming increasingly more powerful. The problem? The memories were also coming with greater intensity. If he kept using the hammer would Donald Blake even continue to exist? Or would the psyche of Thor take over completely? Perhaps that was just what Asgardian Gods did, maybe this Thor lost his life and was continuing it through a host body.

He wasn't entirely sure, and he couldn't ask anyone either. He wasn't a superhero, not really in the way Wasp was or Captain America but he still had people he needed to protect. While people may not believe his frail form was that of Thor, there would be those that did and they would likely punish the hospital and the love of his life, Jane Foster. He hadn't even told her about it, though he supposed he would need to sooner or later as he would have to make the decision to either stop helping people as Thor. It was a real dilemma, as he had done real good for the world both as Thor and as Donald Blake and like most human beings he didn't want to give himself up, didn't want his life to end. Though was that selfish? Could he deprive the Earth of a God? That is when the TV which had silently been playing in the background gained his attention.

On the screen in the middle of times square stood a man in medieval garb, red with a white cross identical to that worn by Christians during the religious crusades. Before him tied up was a group of civilians many of them carrying one of the foolish consumerist made icons that that supported various heroes including Thor. "Thunderer!" The man spoke with a thick English accent. "These people have sinned, worshiping you and the other so called heroes rather than their true saviour. They say you are the 'Odinson', their true hero. Word is some even pray to you. Face me, or these people die in your name Thor. Let us show them the false god that you are."

Without second thought he latched onto the hammer, feeling the surge of electricity as Donald Blake was replaced by Thor. While Donald Blake was reluctant to fight Thor relished in the opportunity of doing battle, with the might of Mjlonir he flew from the window as the skies overhead turned from clear and sunny to grey, lightning flashed across the sky that mimicked Thors rage. As he approached times square he slowed himself, bringing himself down over the plaza as lightning struck the ground below him. "HOLD! _{KNOW MORTAL NONE SHALL DIE ON THIS DAY BY YOUR HAND, SO SAYETH THOR ODINSON!} GOD OF THUNDER!"

"You are no god, there is but one God! I'm going to expose you as the fraud you are!"

"HEDE _{MY WARNING VILLAIN, SHOULD YOU ATTEMPT TO HARM A SINGLE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE YOU SHALL INCUR MY WRATH. STAND DOWN NOW, AND THIS NEED NOT COME TO HOSTILITIES. THOUGH SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO AVOID THIS WARNING I SHALL NOT SHY AWAY FROM BATTLE, ODIN KNOWS} MJLONIR _{YEARNS FOR BATTLE. WHAT SAY YOU MORTAL?}" The man simply drew a sword, out of thin air as well as a shield, aiming the sword up at Thor.

"All I need harm is you, to prove my point to these non-believers."

Thor couldn't help but smirk. "_{SO BE IT!}"