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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 8:46 pm
Warmachine
As the Sentinel open fire with its repulsors Jim just stands there and takes the blast. He smirks under the face plate as the Vibraniumn armor absorbs the energy and the suits redirects the power by defalt to his 60mm repulsors. With his left hand and over clocked repulsor it only takes 1 blast to take out the head. With his right hand he hits the Sentinel dead center in the chest knowing it will punch through the mech and the pilot but that is how some fights end with James. Lethal force is something he tries not to do all the time but he holds nothing back when someone is trying to kill him or other people around him.
His should missile pods fire 2 concussion rockets at the remaining Talon soldiers with the rockets impacting for maximize effect. The blast won’t kill the men but a few fractured and bruised ribs may teach these guys a new line of work once they serve their time for the crimes committed here.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 9:33 pm
 No sooner had the last of the Black Talons and Sentinels had been downed, did the S.H.I.E.L.D. Globemaster crested the shelf of the flight deck using it's vertical jet engines. With fine control, the pilot maneuvered the converted C-17 expertly to land on a clear part of the landing strip. Just as the massive plane lands, it's back door opens and touches the same time as the landing gear. Half a dozen Mandroid heavy armor suited agents disembarking from the craft followed in rapid suggestion by a squad S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in heavy combat armor and gear. The third squad of agents to disembark are led by Director Phil Coulson himself. The acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D. approached Green Arrow, Jonah Hex and Songbird. Seeing Songbird rubbing her throat, Coulson looked toward one of his adjutants, "Call up the medic to check on Miss Gold.."Melissa Gold simply waived it off, "I'm alright... just need a little water and I'l be fine." Coulson half-laughed at the response and handed Songbird his canteen, "Alright gentlemen, where do we stand? Is everyone in good enough shape to finish this? Colonel, Agent Shadow, are you too good to go?""So.... 'Ding-dong, the witch is dead?" Coulson blinked for a second and turned his head toward a young pretty brunette S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, who was standing right by Ivana Baiul's remains, "What?" "Wizard of Oz? Really?""It fits. She is melted, by the way." Before any further comebacks were made, two loud beeps emitted from the Rigellian cryocoffin. Coulson stared at the container for a couple of seconds, "I don't suppose anybody has any idea what the hell is in that contraption?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 9:38 am
Hex smirked as the agents arrived. "A li'l late to th' party, ain't ya? I think most of 'em are dead or fixin' to give up . . . side from th' wicked witch of wherever-the-hell she's from." Hex said, giving a point to what was left of Ivanna. "Y'all might wanna get that corpse outta here. It's startin' to smell bad . . . even fer my tastes." he quipped.
Meanwhile, Arell took a look outside and smirked. AWESOME! S.H.I.E.L.D were here . . . but mayhaps they were in need of something to do. Smirking, he tried to get a connection in.
"Hey, whoevah in charge down deah. We got us a few bogies neah Gotham City. Jack an' Rose Summers, as well as da rest of dem rat bastards done headed out dat way. Mind helpin' me stomp a mudhole in they a**? Ovah!" Arell growled as he talked through the mic. It was clear that if he couldn't convince the I.O. freaks out in Gotham to call it quits, he could always bring 'em over there!
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 5:48 pm
< Jenova Dra'Vaako > It had been such a long time since Jenova could think clearly. Her Vtol had been knocked down by enemy fire in the firefight that had taken place. Her soldiers were dead or captured, just as she was left for dead in the aircraft's wreckage. She looked around and found that she was trapped beneath part of the VTOL's fuselage.
Her biomechanical arm was also damaged, with it missing just above the elbow. Jenova was not in a good way at the moment and knew she needed to move before anyone found her and finished the job with her life.
Carried Weapons:
○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.
○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 10:27 pm
 From somewhere on Jenova's left, the cyborg mercenary began to hear something..... odd. Whistling.... It took a few moments to slowly recognize.... 'Pop Goes the Weasel'? A long shadow emerged from the same side of the downed VTOL craft. The long shadow was from someone who seemed to be armed. Then the whistling tune became a long whistle proceeding an oddly accented voice, "Well.... I'd say you're having a bad day." The shadow extended as its owner walked in view of Jenova. The cyborg could now see that this tall lean man with a neatly shaved head wearing desert fatigues. The only thing marring this soldier's appearance was some cloth wrapped around his left upper arm. What would truly hold Jenova's attention, would be this man's piercing dark eyes -- the eyes of a predator, "It appears things didn't go the way either of us thought it would. Looks like you've lost most of your men, and just now... I lost my employer. Now if I chose to, I can just disappear. I'm good at not being seen, when I don't wish to be. The question is ... what are we doing to do now? How this ends for both of us depends on you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 10:44 pm
< Jenova Dra'Vaako >Looking up into the man's eyes, Jenova realized an oppurtunity to gain an at least partly loyal soldier. She pushed herself up slightly and gave him a discerning look.
"One million dollars for helping me out of this wreck, a negotiable contract if you help get me back to my compound. Death for both of us if you refuse."
She pulled one of her Falcon .45's from her shoulder holster and jammed the barrel against the fuselage that was resting on her lower torso. The shot would pierce the thin metal and cause and explosion so large that the man would not escape, but neither would Jenova. Now their deal depended on this strange whistling man.
Carried Weapons:
○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.
○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 11:13 pm
The old Stonewall assassin chuckled at Jenova's threat of mutually assured destruction, "Well then... I think this will turn out splendidly. I accept your terms. Now let's get to getting you the hell out of that mess... before S.H.I.E.L.D. decides to come after us. You can call me Daedalus, by the way. Nice to meet you. I'm going to see if you have some sort of a hydraulic jack...."Daedalus quickly moved to the rear of the downed craft, and popped open a maintenance hatch. Grabbing something, the tall man walked back to Jenova, "Found one. If you'll slice to your right, I'll place this jack in there and we'll bend the frame just enough for you to slide out of there."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 3:22 am
< Jenova Dra'Vaako >Shifting as he suggested, Jenova was out from under the wreckage quickly once the jack lifted it enough. Standing to her full height, the Mercenary woman looked down at her new companion.
"Daedalus, a strong name." She extended her remaining hand to shake his, and silently realized that a sizable sliver of metal was sticking out of her side a few inches. She would complete the hand shake before moving to perform first aid on her injury.
Leaning against the wreckage, Jenova gripped her shirt near the injury and ripped the garment off, exposing her scarred torso, save for what little of it remained covered by her sports bra. She handed the blood soaked garment to Daedalus.
"Wrap this around the sliver and then around my abdomen. Keep it as tight as possible without disturbing the sliver and tie it off on the opposite side." She was not a stranger to pain or injury, but she would rather not have this sliver of metal move around inside of her and cause more damage to her remaining organs.
Carried Weapons:
○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.
○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 9:35 pm
The Stonewall assassin simply smiled and took the torn shirt, then took careful look at the wound in Jenova's abdomen. Pulling a small container out of his own pack, Daedalus showed the mercenary leader what he was going to use, "Since it doesn't look like you have any ruptured organs, I can actually use super glue to stop the bleeding around the sliver. Then, I rap this thing up, and we can get the hell of out of here. Questions?"Daedalus set to the task to quickly sealing the wound, so Jenova can travel, "There's a cave nearby with fresh water, and I have a few MREs in my pack. If necessary, we can wait out the initial assault on I.O. and rest. Then, we escape in the caverns. It'll be several hours before we can make an old Army depot that was abandoned after the Second World War. We'll get out right under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s nose."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:04 pm
< Jenova Dra'Vaako >"Sounds like a plan, Let's go." Jenova said after her wound was sealed and bandaged. She had winced at first with the superglue, but it was a minor pain that barely registered.
Carried Weapons:
○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.
○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 10:06 am
Meanwhile, within the ensuing Chaos, our Cajun Amigo had somehow managed to split the communications room and was darting to find a vehicle. Wayne Manor was (as far as he knew) under attack, and since those $%#& birds took a vow not to KILL, they were gonna need firepower. Now who was gonna supply them with firepower?!
. . . well, according to Arell, that nice, shiny Apache Heli-chopper the I.O. goons were so gracious to leave unguarded! If C.J. was here, he'd probably quip that this was good for a plot point, whatever the hell THAT is. he thought as he jumped into the cockpit. He smirked as he worked to hotwire the chopper and chuckled as the rotors and the engines came to life. "YEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAA!!!!" he yelped as the chopper flew out of the hangar and up into the air, the door opening as Arell smirked at Coulson and the others down below. He whistled loudly.
Meanwhile, Hex looked up, having took a step back from the other peeps surrounding him and shook his head. "That sumbitch!" he said as Arell laughed.
"HEY, COULSON!!! Dere's a few out in Gotham dat gotta be taken care a'. Give Nicky m'regards!!" Arell crowed as he gave a salute and kicking down a rope ladder. Hex rolled his eyes and grabbed onto the ladder and climbed up and into the whirlybird, looking at Arell.
"You know how t' fly this damn contraption?!" Hex asked as Arell laughed, lighting a cigarette.
"Hell no!" Arell laughed as the duo flew off to Wayne Manor . . . little did the birds know that the calvary was coming . . . by Batmom's least-favorite Cajun!
((Exit Arell and Jonah Hex to Wayne Manor!))
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 4:58 pm
Daedalus simply nodded and showed the mercenary leader into the cave, the former Stonewall assassin pulled a yellow glow stick -- snapping it. Amber hues of light radiating from the combining of chemicals shines brightly enough for both professionals to find their way in the wet cavern, "Around the corner, is fresh water. We'll be able to sit, cook a couple of MREs, and then move out when we are ready."Around the bend as the assassin predicted, the cavern opened up into a sizable chamber with white coated stalagmites and stalactites glistened. The deep fed waters beside them appeared almost jade green in the yellow light from Daedalus' hand.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:31 pm
 Nightshade almost jumped, when Professor Charles Xavier broadcast a mental message to the old vigilante. Approaching the SHIELD director, Des spoke up, "Excuse me, Sir? Professor Xavier just asked me to open a portal so that someone can come here to get a direct scan from that alien device."Without a hitch, Coulson answers, "Do it."Desmond Powell concentrated for a moment and opened the darkforce portal. Behind him, Coulson pulls a couple of agent to the side, "If something goes wrong, be ready to pull Xavier's specialist and frag whatever may come out of that thing. Sanders, you be set to grab the specialist, rest of you, fireteam."Songbird looks at the SHIELD agents getting ready for action, and draws Oliver's attention to it, "Arrow, SHIELD's getting ready to rock and roll here. What do we know?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 11:35 am
((Enter Dundee))
To say that Dun' had a graceful entrance would be a lie. Staggering through, he barely kept himself from falling before regaining his composure as he approached Coulson.
"Well . . . I need to figure out a better way to just go through those." he thought aloud as he smiled towards Nightshade. "Thanks for the lift, sir." he said to the vigilante. If I didn't know any better, that looks almost like one of Arell's friends. he thought before sticking his hand out towards Agent Coulson.
"Agent Coulson I presume? Norville Rogers, sir. I'm the specialist on behalf of Professor Xavier." he said, before looking at the cryocoffin. "You'll have to forgive me for not getting a look at this sooner. The last time I was here, I wasn't sticking around for artifacts." he noted.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 2:52 pm
Coulson took Dundee's hand and shook it, "A genuine pleasure. And no problem about earlier, I'll be glad if you can help make heads or tails of this thing. Agent Saunders here will be approaching the device with you. He is simply there for your own protection, not to get in your way. Go ahead and do what you have to, Mr. Rogers." Swamp-Surfer You want me to, I'll send you information that you can bring up in your post later.
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