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Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I can picture it now. UOU: The Spinoff S1; starring MB as Batcow.

@DocTachyon

Batcow vs. Krypto: Fawn of Justice

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

Callus Orson

Callus Orson

"You break it, I'll fix it."

Identification/Serial Number: SN-7739

Sex: Male

Age: 22

Homeworld: Tatooine

Rank: Private

Role: Engineer

Callsign: Fixer

Appearance:

Standing in at 6' 2" and weighing in around 170 lbs, Callus can pose a rather intimidating figure. His years of working in the garage enhanced his physique to be muscular, minus his core. His hair he keeps relatively slicked to the side thanks to the natural grease he usually works with, and he keeps a light stubble due to his aversion to constant shaving and intent on making himself appear older than he really is. Callus lacks scars and scarring as a result of his relatively sheltered lifestyle and lack of prior combat experience.

Equipment:

Stormtrooper armor
E-11 blaster rifle
SE-14r light repeating blaster
Thermal detonators

Mechanics Tool Belt
Q-1041 Plasma Cutter

Psychological Analysis:

Callus is someone who tries to see the bright side of everything. He doesn't see a point in moping about or debating over politics, and instead would rather do something productive or at least something interesting. He has an addictive personality admittedly, meaning he is easily swayed into a bout of drinking or gambling without hesitation. In the field, Callus' personality shifts to something professional yet snarky. He's had protocol drilled into his head, but believes in the occasional quip tossed into team communication. To put it simply, Callus is the poster child for a bright-eyed recruit fresh out of the academy... and one who never really thought too hard about what he signed up for.

Backstory:

Callus Orson's childhood nickname was "Junkrat," and that should give good insight into the kind of life he lived as a youth. His father was a mechanic working out of Anchorhead on Tattooine, often fixing up land speeders for commercial use. Callus only had two other brothers, both of whom showed no interest in their father's craft. Callus never knew his mother, and his father never really explained what happened to her (especially if she died or left). He never really cared, though, and was content with his father's parenting skills. Callus was the eldest child, and was close to his father due to his affinity for the mechanical.

By the time Callus was 12, he was already fixing up land speeders with his dad professionally. The garage even took the name "Orson and Son" as the two developed a better working relationship. Of course, things could never last that simply. By the time Callus was sixteen, he knew he wanted to be an Imperial. He wasn't necessarily into the idea of bringing "order to the galaxy," he was just rather interested in developing his skills as a mechanic (and a field mechanic at that). The Empire had the skills and resources to teach him things his current mentor was just incapable of. So he trained harder than he ever trained before. He absorbed all of the knowledge he possibly could from his father, and then left for the academy.

At the academy, Callus was run of the mill among cadets. He was relatively skilled in being an engineer, but was about average as a combatant among his peers. Callus' skills and focused developed as a field mechanic, and his affinity for the Outer Rim placed him in Bravo Company of the 121st. Only time would tell what he'd accomplish and where his true loyalties would lie in the end...

'Imperius Unitada ober Totallex'

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #2: Something is Rotten in the State of Chinatown}

Chinatown, New York City

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^{December 22nd, 2018 | 4:53pm | The Heather Rand Community Center}

Danny felt immensely uncomfortable in a suit and tie. It restricted his movement in ways that were impractical, especially for his "night job." Of course, a suit is what was considered appropriate to wear for the majority shareholder for a multi-million dollar company (nearly a billion dollar company, as Joy always said in Board Meetings). So the millionaire adjusted his tie as he walked into the community center he fought so hard to get set up. Of course, with the allocations given he could only afford a space between a gift shop and a Chinese restaurant. The center was small, but it did good work. There were four families, about fifteen people altogether, gathered in such a small lobby area eating food out of plastic trays. Danny gave a small wave to Terry Cho, the receptionist on duty forced to work out of the kitchen window. Terry gave a toothy grin over to Danny. "Danny-boy! What brings you to Chinatown?"

"Someone has to make sure you don't get in trouble, Terry." Danny moved along out of the lobby and towards the stairs, each step creaking under the slightest bit of pressure. As he reached the top, there was a small hallway leading to different rooms. A bathroom, a bunk room for women, a bunk room for men, and then the office for Colleen Wing. He made his way over, knocking at the door. It took a few moments before a young Chinese woman opened the door. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her green eyes standing out against the dark circles resting under them. As her eyes scanned up towards Danny, they lit up. "Mr. Rand... I... didn't know you were coming."

"Apologies for not giving any notice... Just wanted to check in and see how things have developed here." Colleen gave a nod and motioned back towards her broom-closet of an office. Her desk practically divided the room in half, with a bookshelf against the right wall containing a variety of textbooks, literature, and legal codes. Before her desk were two chairs, and Danny entered to take one of them while Colleen sat in her own desk chair on the other side, closing up a textbook she was clearly reading. She was, after all, finishing up her college thesis. Something on the art of warfare in ancient China, if Danny remembered correctly.

"I'm sorry, had I known that you'd been coming, Mr. Rand, I would have cleaned up the place a little. Not that not knowing you'd be coming is an excuse for the mess, I just mean-"

Danny chuckled a little and raised his hand, forcing Colleen to close her mouth out of anxiety. She was terrified of being chewed out. But the voice that greeted her was gentle and calm. "You work in a way that is comfortable for you. The only thing that matters is that we make sure the people here are provided for." Colleen nodded. "And, for another thing... It's Danny. Mr. Rand was my father."

At this, Colleen actually let out a small squeak of a laugh. There was something practically childlike about Danny's casual attitude towards life. Certainly a byproduct of his upbringing in a place where class was nonexistent. Colleen leaned back towards her bookshelf, picking out a rather large binder and handing it over to her guest. "Here are the logs of the past month." He took the binder, flipping through it and nodding as he looked through. He was struck by how many names were listed. So many people came to this center for help over the past month. That's all Danny really needed to see. He closed up the binder, handing it back to the center's manager. "That's all I needed to see, Ms. Wing. I'll make sure this place gets more funding."

"Thank you, M-... Danny."

He gave a reassuring smile back to Colleen, standing up from his chair and beginning to make his way out of the office. Colleen stood up to see him out of the center. As they reached the front door, the two shook hands firmly before Danny stepped out onto the street. As the door closed behind him, Danny began to make his way to the car idling on the street for him.

That was the plan, at least.

A few worried customers came pouring out of the restaurant and into the street, trying to get out of the area as fast as possible. Danny gave a small sigh as he raised a finger in the direction of his driver, who had gotten out of the car only to sigh and get back in. Danny entered into the restaurant, seeing a few Golden Tigers pushing the Steward back into the kitchen. The dining area remained empty, so Danny took this moment to turn the sign in the door from “Open” to “Closed.”

Danny spent a moment removing his suit coat, tie, and dress shirt. All that was left was his undershirt and dress pants as he kicked off his socks and shoes as well. Much more liberating. The Iron Fist gave a smile as he made his way towards the kitchen.

Almost immediately as he entered the kitchen, sounds of fighting escaped through the swinging doors. Pots and Pans clanged against daggers and skulls, and within a minute the Iron Fist was dragging out the last conscious Golden Tiger by the shirt collar. Danny lifted him up with both hands and slammed him into a nearby kitchen table, the table nearly buckling under the pressure.

”Who leads the Tigers?”

The kid must have been a few months shy of 17, but his fierce expession demonstrated the harsh experiences he had in his life. The Tiger spat into the face of his adversary, forcing a slight laugh to escape Danny’s lips. His Fist flew Golden and connected with the Tiger’s right leg. A loud snap filled the silent restaurant before the shrieking began. The Golden Tiger clearly wasn’t expecting that.

”I will ask one more time. Who leads the Golden Tigers?”

”Ch... Chaka. He calls himself ‘The Reaper.’”

Danny gave a small smile, his right Fist unclenching. Within a blink of the eye, Danny used a left jab to knock the Tiger unconscious, collapsing the table below his weight. Danny made his way towards the front door, putting on his shirt and suit coat. He tucked away a hundred dollar bill under a register located at the counter near the door. He then began walking out of the restaurant and to his car, getting into the back seat without a word. The car pulled away as Danny looked out the car window to the streets of Chinatown.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I'm trying this fun, new thing where I know exactly how I want to end my arcs without any idea how to get there! It's totally fun and definitely not a frustrating puzzle I make for myself...

@Eddie Brock

That’s how everything I’ve ever written works.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I’m excited to see how the season shakes out. I’ve got my arcs pretty much planned out, but world events could change that all in a heartbeat.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

<Snipped quote by Eddie Brock>

I'm trying to figure out how to approach someone who picked up a new character which may kybosh something I was eventually planning on rolling out at the end of this season/start of next.

@Master Bruce's decision to only have the game progress 3 months kind of messed me around, so if you want to collaborate in a murder/body disposal, we have shared interests.

@Hound55

Something tells me it’s got something to do with my character...

Star Wars: The Beat [Stormtrooper RP]

Oh boy... Count me interested.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

This RP is really gonna force me to get better at writing fight action.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #1: The Winter of Our Discontent}

New York City, New York

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^{December 22nd, 2018 | 1:43am | Chinatown}

It was a pleasant night, though the bitter cold bit viciously at Danny's fingertips. The snow fell softly. It had been little more than a day since his incident at Harold Meachem's apartment, and Danny wasn't entirely sure what his next move should be. His revenge was stolen from him by an unknown assailant. The Triad was getting bolder in New York, with the Golden Tigers being the dominant gang running the streets. For now, all Danny could focus on was bringing the Tigers to justice.

But tonight was slow. No one seemed to be out, instead situating themselves indoors with their families and loved ones. Perhaps even the Golden Tigers took the holidays off. Danny shook the thought. The gang operating out of Chinatown had caused nothing but pain and heartbreak. It was easier to bash skulls when not thinking about their families. So he turned his thoughts back to his own heartbeat. His breath. Every step was a moment of peace. Lei-Kung had taught him this form of meditation when he was a child. Danny's pace slowed down.

It was in this state that his senses heightened. He was simply being present now, the world's distractions washing away into perfect being. In this heightened state, he heard the giggling of a young couple a block away. A small group of young men were gathered outside of a small bar, waiting for their cab. The faint sound of tires crunching snow... before harshly breaking. The doors slammed open. Something was wrong.

Danny's eyes opened, and he dashed into action. From his pocket emerged his mask, which he quickly tied over his eyes. He wore a pair of yellow sweats, a yellow shirt, and a green hoodie. Anyone could easily assume this was just some jogger at first glance. Within moments, he was at the scene of the crime. A black van was idling outside of a small jewelry store. This seemed pathetic for the Golden Tigers.

The Iron Fist approached the front of the store, his fists clenched as the street lights back-lit his figure. Inside, men in balaclavas were shoving as many jewels into their duffel bags as humanly possible. Only four in number. It took them a moment to notice the vigilante in the doorway. A smile cracked Danny's lips. "With the number of superheroes and maniacs in New York, I have to give you credit. You have balls."

The thieves drew hatchets, an odd choice given the nature of their crime. It was relieving that they didn't have guns, though. Bullets were harder to dodge. Two of the Hatchets ran at the Iron Fist, swinging downward. Two quick blocks along the shaft of the weapons, followed with a quick twisting of the wrists and a rip downward. They were disarmed, the hatchets clattering on the ground. Next came swings and blows. Each punch, and kick were expertly blocked and dodged by the Iron Fist. Despite his expertise, they were managing to force him out towards the sidewalk. The two remaining Hatchet's inside dropped their bags on the pavement and surrounded the outmanned vigilante. For a moment, the fighting stopped.

"<Leave now, and you may live.>" One of the Hatchets still armed practically spat out the words in Chinese.

Danny shifted his foot slightly, changing his stance. He took two deep breaths, and then the two armed Hatchets charged. That was their great mistake. One swung towards the Iron Fist's ribs, while the other swung down at his back. Danny reversed the first attack, plunging the hatchet into the side of the other foe while grabbing the handle of the hatchet swinging towards his head. A swift kick at the knee of that Hatchet helped release the grip of his weapon. A few quick swings of the blunt-end of the hatchet at the two foes right next to him knocked them unconscious. He dropped the weapon and watched the other two hatchets skirt around the Iron Fist, having fetched their weapons once again.

Iron Fist was taken aback as he heard the door of the van behind him slide open. Before he could turn around to defend himself, a whip wrapped around his right wrist. A strong force flipped him down towards the ground and onto his back. Danny looked up to see the foe standing over him, a man in a black leather jacket with a whip in his right hand. He wasn't wearing a mask, and his smile was wide with hate in his eyes. With a flick of the wrist, the Iron Fist was flung up into the air and then back down as the foe stepped out of the van. The other two Hatchets quickly circled around and got in to make their getaway.

Danny didn't have much time to react. His left hand quickly reached over to his wrist, loosening the whip's hold and freeing his hand. His right hand clenched into a fist, glowing slightly just as the van's tires began to desperately grip for traction in the snow. Danny's fist lifted up and slammed into the ground, a large fissure in the pavement forming and shooting before the van. It was just large enough that when the van drove forward. The front left tire got caught in the new fissure just long enough for the Iron Fist to jump up to his feet and begin rushing towards the vehicle.

The foe wielding the whip, someone Danny dubbed "Backlash" in his head, swung the weapon directly towards Danny's right fist. This was just the kind of move Iron Fist anticipated. Danny spun around, the whip cracking against the ground less than an inch from his back. He kept his momentum with the spin, managing to strike his fist against front of the van as it had just begun to catch traction and begin to speed up again. His Fist cut through the chassis like butter, reaching the engine block itself and shooting it with force out onto the street. The two Hatchet thieves in the front of the van broke through the windshield and slid onto the snowy Chinatown street, falling limp rather quickly.

All that was left was Backlash, who squared up against Iron Fist as he turned around. Backlash cracked the whip left of the Iron Fist, anticipating Iron Fist to dodge right. The whip went right on the upswing, wrapping around Danny's left bicep. The speed of the whip ripped through Danny's shirt and hoodie, and blood began to seep through the clothing as a sharp gasp of pain escaped the Iron Fist's lips. With a flick of his arm, Backlash pulled the Iron Fist by the arm forward. His arm strained in its socket, an audible pop coming from the shoulder as the snow crunched under foot.

Backlash attempted to meet the Iron Fist with a swift punch towards the face. Unfortunately for him, Danny clenched his right fist and it began to glow as he lifted it up to meet his foe's in defiance. Backlash's left fist crumbled, with the bones in the hand beginning to pierce through the skin. Backlash fell backwards from the force, screaming out in pain himself. His left hand was a broken mess drenched in blood, but he rolled onto his feet and kept his whip in his right hand. The whip cracked towards Danny's Fist, again piercing the skin and drawing some blood as it wrapped around the wrist. A flick of the wrist spun Danny around so the whip wound him up and kept the Fist close to his chest. Backlash let go of the whip briefly to deliver a quick blow to his chin, forcing Danny to spit blood in the process.

Backlash was in control even when his whip had left his hand, as the handle of the whip spun back around and was caught in his grip within only a second. He flicked the weapon to his right, spinning Iron Fist out of the tangle of the whip and straight at the side of the van, creating a large dent in the van's closed door. The Iron Fist fell to his knees, blood tricking down from the corners of his lips and dripping into the white snow. A small smile escaped his lips. It had been months since anyone had even managed to give him a challenge. "Fun gimmick... Why are you working with the Hatchets?"

"They paid for my protection. Knew you've been operating in the area. Said you were dangerous, but clearly they were mistaken." With that final jab, he cracked his whip towards the Iron Fist's neck. Danny could barely breathe... but he was prepared for this. His fist lit up and slammed into the ground, firing a shockwave towards Backlash to launch him backwards. The whip launched Danny forward and tightened its grip around the vigilante. The Iron Fist almost blacked out, but managed to stay conscious long enough to see and grasp at a glint that came from the snow. A hatchet. The blade of the hatchet was raised up and cut through the fibers of the whip, freeing Danny's neck so that he could breathe. Backlash impacted into the glass of the storefront, flying into the jewelry store as Danny slid onto his back in the snow. Danny stayed there a moment, listening to see if Backlash was stirring. Apparently the final blow was too much for him. The Iron Fist rested in the bloody snow, staring up at the sky.

I am Daniel Rand... the Immortal Iron Fist... and I was nearly beaten by an Indiana Jones knock-off.

I really need to step my game up.

The distant sounds of police sirens and a realization of what would happen if he was found here stirred Danny to his feet as he slipped into a nearby ally, disappearing into the cold winter's night.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Given Bruce’s post from earlier, it would probably be after 6am EST.