This looks frigging awesome. What say you to KGBeast helping out the Titans as part of Task Force X...and to settle an old Cold War score with Deathstroke?
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“Just finished the inspection of all my team’s equipment. We should be prepared for just about any breed of danger that might keep in on us.” Thucydides replied. He paused then when he spotted the young Black woman trying to manage her rather copious luggage. He nodded politely toward the Hungarian. “If’ll excuse me, seems our cartographer needs an extra pair of hands.”
He gave a brief salute before he loped over toward the young woman. Thucydides loomed easily over the woman, and was probably four times her weight in muscle and bone, but even then he had to his best to not appear threatening.
“Let me give you a hand with that, Miss Everett.” He said, his Louisiana drawl as thick as could be. The big man offered a polite smile as he turned the wheel to open the hatch for her. “Captain Thucydides Beauregard. Pleasure to meet you at last. Raymond would be proud seeing all this.”
He gave a brief salute before he loped over toward the young woman. Thucydides loomed easily over the woman, and was probably four times her weight in muscle and bone, but even then he had to his best to not appear threatening.
“Let me give you a hand with that, Miss Everett.” He said, his Louisiana drawl as thick as could be. The big man offered a polite smile as he turned the wheel to open the hatch for her. “Captain Thucydides Beauregard. Pleasure to meet you at last. Raymond would be proud seeing all this.”
“Afraid I’m not much of an expert myself. My understanding is that it isn’t much different from a normal ship. Just have to be a tad more careful about seals.” Thucydides offered, puffing in his cigar as he took another look around the bay. An entire convoy of trucks loaded down with supplies was already starting on up the boarding ramp, though most of the crew itself was still lingering. That would change soon.
“I’m not much more excited than you about traveling in this thing, believe me. Prefer to know there’s sky a certain distance above me. We have our duty though. Is there anything else you need prepared before we embark?”
“I’m not much more excited than you about traveling in this thing, believe me. Prefer to know there’s sky a certain distance above me. We have our duty though. Is there anything else you need prepared before we embark?”
Right? Still not sure how Thucydides will take to Sasha.
Omai. Also get the feeling Brook and Thucydides might just get along pretty well, looking at their histories.
Name: Thucydides Beauregard
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Role: Operational Commander....AKA the Commander Who Will Inevitably Be Evil
Specialty: Military command, operational and small unit tactics, small arms and close quarters combat training.
Personality: A military man through and through, Thuycdides is a soul hardened by a long career of battle and scorn by his fellow Southrons. He prefers to lead from the front, unwilling to order to his men into any risk he would not take himself, and his dedication to the men and women under his command is unquestionable. He is somewhat cold and unemotionally professional to newcomers, but he's quick to warm up to those that earn his respect.
Appearance:
Other: Is familiar with French of those the Parisian and Cajun dialects.
History: Born and raised in the heart of Louisiana, Thucydides Beauregard comes from a long and proud history of military leaders. For most of his life he grew up loathed by his fellow Southerners for his family's siding with the Union during the American Civil War, to which he responded with equal amounts of spite and a redoubling of his devotion to his country. At 18 he joined the United States Marine Corps, seeing it as the greatest act of defiance he could manage against those that had labeled him and his family traitors to his homeland.
He'd go on to enjoy a long and successful career, rising to the rank of Captain during the Spanish-American War. Fighting from the Philippines all the way to the Boxer Rebellion, where extensive wounds ended his career with an honorable discharge. For the next ten years he would act as a consultant and trainer with various militaries around the world, eventually meeting the illustrious Preston Whitmore. Taken in with the old man's dedication to finding the lost city of Atlantis, he agreed to take on the role of operational leader of the armed team, seeing it as the ultimate cap to his career.
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Role: Operational Commander....AKA the Commander Who Will Inevitably Be Evil
Specialty: Military command, operational and small unit tactics, small arms and close quarters combat training.
Personality: A military man through and through, Thuycdides is a soul hardened by a long career of battle and scorn by his fellow Southrons. He prefers to lead from the front, unwilling to order to his men into any risk he would not take himself, and his dedication to the men and women under his command is unquestionable. He is somewhat cold and unemotionally professional to newcomers, but he's quick to warm up to those that earn his respect.
Appearance:
Other: Is familiar with French of those the Parisian and Cajun dialects.
History: Born and raised in the heart of Louisiana, Thucydides Beauregard comes from a long and proud history of military leaders. For most of his life he grew up loathed by his fellow Southerners for his family's siding with the Union during the American Civil War, to which he responded with equal amounts of spite and a redoubling of his devotion to his country. At 18 he joined the United States Marine Corps, seeing it as the greatest act of defiance he could manage against those that had labeled him and his family traitors to his homeland.
He'd go on to enjoy a long and successful career, rising to the rank of Captain during the Spanish-American War. Fighting from the Philippines all the way to the Boxer Rebellion, where extensive wounds ended his career with an honorable discharge. For the next ten years he would act as a consultant and trainer with various militaries around the world, eventually meeting the illustrious Preston Whitmore. Taken in with the old man's dedication to finding the lost city of Atlantis, he agreed to take on the role of operational leader of the armed team, seeing it as the ultimate cap to his career.
Preston Whitmore could put every military in the world to shame. Thucydides Beauregard could think nothing less than that as he completed his inspection of the the Ulysses and the accompanying vehicles, submersibles and all of the weaponry they'd been equipped with for this expedition. He'd thought that Whitmore had spent obscene amounts of money on just the Icelandic expedition, but this...he couldn't fathom how one man could have managed such feats of machining and science. Good thing that his friend hadn't ever considered a political career. He'd dominate the world by now.
He paused a moment to draw a cigar from one of the many pockets of his fatigue coat. Whitmore had even provided custom uniforms for the expedition, which Thucydides couldn't help but chuckle at when he'd first seen the things. Yes, the old man had covered every single one of his bases here. The big man smiled as he clipped the end of the stogie and slipped the thing between his lips, striking a match against his cheek. He took a slow, satisfied puff as he strolled along through the ship, taking that one last opportunity to breath in the sea air before they'd be embarking.
The Hungarian was already down in the departure bay when Thucydides made his way down again. He offered a polite nod as he approached, looming at 6'6" and easily outmassing the geologist.
"Find everything to your liking, Mr. Zalan? Whitmore spared no expense here by the look of things." The big man offered a smile around his cigar. "Afraid I'm not the best of judges with the excavation equipment."
He paused a moment to draw a cigar from one of the many pockets of his fatigue coat. Whitmore had even provided custom uniforms for the expedition, which Thucydides couldn't help but chuckle at when he'd first seen the things. Yes, the old man had covered every single one of his bases here. The big man smiled as he clipped the end of the stogie and slipped the thing between his lips, striking a match against his cheek. He took a slow, satisfied puff as he strolled along through the ship, taking that one last opportunity to breath in the sea air before they'd be embarking.
The Hungarian was already down in the departure bay when Thucydides made his way down again. He offered a polite nod as he approached, looming at 6'6" and easily outmassing the geologist.
"Find everything to your liking, Mr. Zalan? Whitmore spared no expense here by the look of things." The big man offered a smile around his cigar. "Afraid I'm not the best of judges with the excavation equipment."
Sweet :)
Name: Thucydides Beauregard
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Role: Operational Commander....AKA the Commander Who Will Inevitably Be Evil
Specialty: Military command, operational and small unit tactics, small arms and close quarters combat training.
Personality: A military man through and through, Thuycdides is a soul hardened by a long career of battle and scorn by his fellow Southrons. He prefers to lead from the front, unwilling to order to his men into any risk he would not take himself, and his dedication to the men and women under his command is unquestionable. He is somewhat cold and unemotionally professional to newcomers, but he's quick to warm up to those that earn his respect.
Appearance:
Other: Is familiar with French of those the Parisian and Cajun dialects.
History: Born and raised in the heart of Louisiana, Thucydides Beauregard comes from a long and proud history of military leaders. For most of his life he grew up loathed by his fellow Southerners for his family's siding with the Union during the American Civil War, to which he responded with equal amounts of spite and a redoubling of his devotion to his country. At 18 he joined the United States Marine Corps, seeing it as the greatest act of defiance he could manage against those that had labeled him and his family traitors to his homeland.
He'd go on to enjoy a long and successful career, rising to the rank of Captain during the Spanish-American War. Fighting from the Philippines all the way to the Boxer Rebellion, where extensive wounds ended his career with an honorable discharge. For the next ten years he would act as a consultant and trainer with various militaries around the world, eventually meeting the illustrious Preston Whitmore. Taken in with the old man's dedication to finding the lost city of Atlantis, he agreed to take on the role of operational leader of the armed team, seeing it as the ultimate cap to his career.
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Role: Operational Commander....AKA the Commander Who Will Inevitably Be Evil
Specialty: Military command, operational and small unit tactics, small arms and close quarters combat training.
Personality: A military man through and through, Thuycdides is a soul hardened by a long career of battle and scorn by his fellow Southrons. He prefers to lead from the front, unwilling to order to his men into any risk he would not take himself, and his dedication to the men and women under his command is unquestionable. He is somewhat cold and unemotionally professional to newcomers, but he's quick to warm up to those that earn his respect.
Appearance:
Other: Is familiar with French of those the Parisian and Cajun dialects.
History: Born and raised in the heart of Louisiana, Thucydides Beauregard comes from a long and proud history of military leaders. For most of his life he grew up loathed by his fellow Southerners for his family's siding with the Union during the American Civil War, to which he responded with equal amounts of spite and a redoubling of his devotion to his country. At 18 he joined the United States Marine Corps, seeing it as the greatest act of defiance he could manage against those that had labeled him and his family traitors to his homeland.
He'd go on to enjoy a long and successful career, rising to the rank of Captain during the Spanish-American War. Fighting from the Philippines all the way to the Boxer Rebellion, where extensive wounds ended his career with an honorable discharge. For the next ten years he would act as a consultant and trainer with various militaries around the world, eventually meeting the illustrious Preston Whitmore. Taken in with the old man's dedication to finding the lost city of Atlantis, he agreed to take on the role of operational leader of the armed team, seeing it as the ultimate cap to his career.
Perfect :) Good to see you again by the way. Can't believe how many of the old people are still around.
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