El!
El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
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Peggy Carter!
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
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Peter Parker!
It's good to see Spidey back on the site. Watching him deal with the universe shift in his own snarky way has been nothing short of entertaining.
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
There's not much time to clean up. It's all of a day before the skies cloud over with even more of the attacking aliens, in larger bulk this time. Exhausted and worn as they are, the heroes of the city band together to fight yet again...
The SHIELD Agents on are armed with bullets that contain nanites that should be able to shut down both the biological and electronic systems of the Chitauri at once, they are more prepared for that threat than before, but the Chitauri have brought with them beasts that Earth has not seen before. These have been shared, at this point, with anyone else on the ground with weapons that can utilize them.
A thunderstorm has come in with the arrival of the Atlanteans, filling the air with rain and lightning. The unearthed Reaver ship is in orbit at this point, brought by the Svartalfar on Earth, and battling the enemy ships in orbit.
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Available Enemies:
Chitauri: Garden-variety Chitauri soldiers; the weapon crafted by Tony Stark and Bobbi Morse will work to shut them down. They are hive-minded. Armed with Chitauri guns or spears. (Approx. 300)
Leviathan: Large, flying, whale-like creatures built for destruction, the nanites are not effective on them due to their size. Armed with teeth and size. (Approx. 3)
Chitlian: Bulked-up Chitauri soldiers that are more machine than biological. The nanites will take them down for brief periods, but they do reboot the system. Stronger than regular Chitauri and exempt from the hive-mind. Armed with Chitauri guns and spears. (Approx. 150)
Svartalfar: The Dark Elves are superhumanly strong and excellently trained. They will sometimes have various kinetic abilities in addition and carry weapons similar to the Chitauri. (Approx. 100) SEE: ALLIES
Available Allies:
SHIELD Medics: Deployed to assist with the civilians more than anything, they are not particularly useful for fighting.
SHIELD Field Agents: Deployed to help take down the aliens, they are armed with the weapon in their favorite gun, in addition to a close-quarters weapon.
SHIELD Snipers: Deployed to buildings and surrounding areas or in choppers and planes above the battle with long-range weapons, they function as eyes in the sky and long-range gunmen.
Brotherhood Mutants: Morrigan brings with her some of the members of the Brotherhood, who jump into action as protection for their own kind.
New York Police: Armed only with their issued weapons, the police will mainly handle crowd control.
Atlantean Soldiers: Strong physical fighters, they are good at what they do. Atlanteans have ranged energy weapons.
Atlantean Elite: Armored, the Atlantean Elite represent the Empire's best, and they are skilled in a wide array of weapons, from several types of ranged energy weapons to melee weapons. Their armoring makes them considerably more durable than the average soldier, and their experience and skill is unmatched.
Asgardian Warriors: Superhumanly strong and with the occasional magical ability, these are highly-trained warriors with centuries of battle under their belt. Only a small group have made their way to Midgard for this battle, but they have spread throughout the city.
Svartalfar: The Dark Elves are superhumanly strong and excellently trained. They will sometimes have various kinetic abilities in addition and carry weapons similar to the Chitauri. (Approx. 100)
There's thunder in the sky that has been brought along by the arrival of the Atlantean army. Rain is coming at a steady beat, although not a heavy one. SHIELD is all over the area, and they've handed out their nanite-filled bullets to those in the area that prefer such weaponry. The NYPD is on-hand, helping to escort civilians to safety as people are still being dug out of the rubble of the first attack. The flash of the Bifrost was seen in the early pre-dawn hours over Manhattan, heralding the arrival of the Asgardians to the city, at their head travelling Thor and Baldr behind their Father, Odin, who many are in awe of though he does not seem pleased to be there.
It is still early when sirens breach the air, leviathans breaking through the clouds to deliver Chitauri to the ground in another attack, in larger numbers than before. With them are strange creatures of blue and purple skin; the Asgardians identify them as Svartalfar. There are occasional flashes in the sky that one would have to look closely at to discover they are not lightning; the Chitauri motherships are being fired upon by an ancient ship of Svartalfar make.
Behind these alien attackers, and not yet having reached the planet's surface, Thanos comes. His eminent arrival spreads a feeling of doom in the air that cannot quite be pinpointed by those on the ground - yet.
The Bronx was left relatively untouched in the previous attacks, and as such the civilians are not prepared for the army that rains down on them. The attack comes down near the zoo, which was thankfully closed in the wake of the initial attack, but some of the enclosures are taken down by the initial attack and in addition to dealing with the aliens, there's wildlfe on the loose and scared.
He came several hours before the rest of his troops, aided by the haste he could make. The sky itself funneled behind him, leaving a storm scattered in his wake before he'd touched down and made his piece, fulfilling the promise he'd made to SHIELD for the ten thousand troops in its hour of need. After hearing the tactics that were likely to be employed by SHIELD, he offered his own opinions and then formed his army's course of action around the contents of their tactical agreement.
Before Namor scattered the Atlanteans across the city to better be utilized by those that would need their assistance, he asked the sorcerers to establish telepathic communication between him and the ranking members of his military. Every commander and lieutenant-commander of a unit was hooked up into the link, along with those that he personally considered family. This included the young miss Victoria and her respective paramour, Kaimus, the Lady Dorma, and Alexander. While Alexander had only recently come to be considered family in even the most basic sense, Namor had an obligation to him. And he also knew that the young man had nothing but contempt for his current residence in Atlantis, and the chances of him attempting to exploit the chaos to make an escape were high.
With the link established, the respective units went to their posts and kept in contact. He knew that the Lady Dorma was not at all pleased to leave his side, and though he could relate, there was no one present that he trusted more than her. He knew that wherever he assigned her, she would not let him down. By the time his forces scattered, the storm front had swept over the whole of the city, with endless clouds in almost every direction. The rumble of distant thunder sounded intermittently, the rhythm of the rain steady, constant, and low enough as to not interfere with visibility, all the while addressing Atlantean hydration needs.
Namor took to the sky and pierced the clouds, emerging on the other side to see the haze of the afternoon sun. Beads of moisture clung to him for a moment before the chill set in, and before he had time to fully scan the horizon, noise sounded from the heavens. Sounding the alarm across the psychic network, he turned to face the source of the noise. One of the cantankerous, sluggish while was swimming in a downward descent, gnashing its teeth as him as its flea-ridden body began to shed insects. Chitauri swarmed the air on their chariots to meet him, and he spun the trident around, blasting them with blue-white bolts of magical energy to strip them clean from the vehicles. The chariots continued, flying unbidden in a gradual decline.
Twisting his body through the air, he flew parallel to the so-called Leviathan for a moment, then pulled back and to the side so he could land on its neck. Stabbing downward, he pierced its armor and flesh with the trident. Keeping his hand on the white-gold artifact, he closed his eyes and let electricity flow through him and the conductor, driving voltage straight into the things nerve endings. With a few twists and pulls while the current went, he drove the beast down, driving it through the storm. Rain pounded against him and the Chitauri still on the beast, lightning jumping through the clouds around them.
Pulling back all at once, he separated from the bloated mass, and focused all of his energy on the trident. He'd never tried something so specific before, but was hoping that the large mass of the beast and their location in the midst of the storm would be enough. And then, within a moment or two, the heavens complied. A flash of white brighter than the sun erupted, sparking out and striking the trident. Electricity overloaded the leviathan, traveling through its body and up the plate, overloading the drones still on it.
Flying down, he wrenched the trident from the smoldering, half-cooked carcass that smelled fouler still. The giant beast was now in free-fall, and soon came out the other side of the clouds. Zipping under it, Namor pushed against the plated structure of the hot armor, hands singing a bit as he did so. The supported structure of the armor kept the beast's frame from cracking and falling apart around the pressure, and before overlong it slowed enough for him to touch it down at the edges of the zoo.
Heaving a few breaths and recovering, he turned to look for the commander and troops he knew he'd stationed there. A quick ping across the network told him where they were, and he found them. They were not alone, however, and humans were amongst them, already having erected something in way of defenses. But there were still animals about, uncaged, nervous. They could prove to be a liability for the friendly forces in the fight, and Namor would not see them hurt. Though his first instinct was to speak a language more native to him, he opted for English for widespread understanding amongst the humans, and used the telepathic link for his own people. "Many more are on their way. They'll be here in two minutes, maybe less." He thrummed. "Finalize what defenses you can, and take formation."
His commanders spoke Atlantean to the troops as he spoke English, understanding echoing through the ranks, their expressions set with steely resolve. Eyes sweeping over the group with some pride, Namor caught sight of one of his sorcerers. As this was specific information for her, he spoke in a tongue he knew she would understand. < "Gather the others and order them around the perimeters of this section of enclosures, we need to work quickly.">
Flying back up into the air, he pulled the water that was pooling on the pavement from the rain, and the water from the brooks that flowed through the man-made enclosures to begin to form walls for containment of the animals, which the sorcerers took to freezing over. With them, he formed a few overhangs and chokepoints for the ground troops. It was unlikely that he would finish the endeavor before the first Chitauri arrived, but the fortifications could prove essential to the friendly forces, and to the animals alike.
@flash FIGURED WE'D START THIS WITH ONE LEVIATHAN AND A BUNCH OF CHITAURI DOWN RIGHT OFF THE BAT. MAKE IT FASTER FOR US. XD
Those were General Dodge's first words when Flash walked in to the Project Rebirth headquarters after returning from D.C. As it turned out, the Project didn't exactly trust their sedatives enough to keep the symbiote in check. Shortly after Venom took down one of the Leviathans, and as soon as Glover was sure the area was locked down, she flipped the switch. A couple thousand volts of electricity coursed through Flash's body, rendering the symbiote and the host incapacitated. From there, some of the extra hands from the project collected Flash, cuffing his hands before bringing him back to the city.
So maybe Dodge hadn't yelled at Flash immediately when Flash walked in - but it wasn't too long after the sonic chamber had gotten the symbiote off of him, which meant Flash's ears were still ringing afterwards. The next day was full of tests to see just how much influence the Symbiote had had on Flash, and checking to see ifa ny of it had managed to stay on him or... In him, somewhere.
The whole project - or at least, the important people in charge - were dead-set on Flash being completely symbiote-free for a couple of weeks, unless another emergency situation occurred... And then, one did. A second wave of Chitauri was coming in, and Namor had brought in an army to help combat them. The team had known preparations were being made for just such a thing, but decided to neglect to tell Flash. Apparently, their hope had been to keep him in the dark just long enough to get him out the door, and lock it behind him. But there was no way Flash was just going to hobble around on his crutches while the city - his home city - was being attacked for the third time by these monsters. "I'm going back out there! You ran every test, and I'm in control. What happened in D.C. isn't going to happen again."
"Sure, you say that - but how sure can we be that it's not the symbiote talking?" MacKenzie piped in.
But Dodge seemed a bit more reluctant to flat-out deny Flash access to the symbiote again. "The Jughead's not going to shut up about this as long as he's in here. If the Symbiote takes over again, we can shut him down just as easily - but Thompson, I want to be absolutely clear about this. If you get too far-gone, and you kill someone who isn't trying to kill you? We turn up the shut-down to its highest level. That's the kill-switch, you read me, soldier?"
Flash raised his hand in a salute, despite not being able to stand from his wheelchair. "Sir, yes sir."
Dodge gave a single nod of acknowledgement before speaking to Glover. "Do we have a read on Spider-Man?"
"Traffic cams have in in Greenwich, sir."
"Awesome - I'll suit up and get over to -"
Dodge was quick to interrupt Flash. "You're going to the Bronx, soldier. We've made it clear that you can have absolutely no contact with Spider-Man, or else he won't stop until the symbiote is gone, which would mean this entire project is scrapped. Besides, Namor's been seen in the area we're sending you to, and after the Triji incident we'd like to keep tabs on him."
Flash was visibly disappointed, but nodded - orders are orders after all. He wheeled over to the containment unit for the symbiote, which seemed to jump towards him, pressing against the glass and forming an odd, jagged shadow of Flash - wheelchair and all. Once Flash had downed a couple of the sedatives, he pressed one hand against a scanner, quickly putting the other through an air-lock type opening to give the Symbiote something to jump onto. The suit overtook him again, and was quick to form the legs and the mask, sealing shut over his mouth last. He stood from his wheelchair, and turned to see the team that all had guns trained on him. A precaution in case he wasn't Flash when the symbiote took over. Since it was clear he was himself, they lowered their guns, and let him pass.
Within minutes he was in the Bronx, just in time to see the charred Leviathan falling through the clouds. It was easy enough to spot Namor among their forces, and all the Chitauri that were starting to arrive. Plus, how could Flash not notice the flying guy who was controlling the water from the rain? The magician that was freezing it over didn't help with the subtlety of it all, either, but if there was one thing Flash knew for sure, it was that war was no time for subtlety. Spotting a few gaps, and seeing what Namor was trying to do, Flash decided to try and get on the King's good side by giving him a hand. There weren't many tall buildings in the zoo for him to attach his webbing to, so he did a lot of web-zips to propel himself through the air. As he passed by gaps left in the enclosures by Namor and his resident... Blue mage, or whatever, Flash sealed the openings with his own patented symbiotic webbing-walls.
That being done, Flash was extremely tempted to find some way to try and talk to Namor - how many chances would he get in his life to talk to someone like him? Sadly, they were still facing an attack - and as the Chitauri started to show up, Flash had to provide some backup to the men inside the makeshift defenses. Flash zipped over to the defenses, forming one of his arm-blades and using his momentum to run one of the Chitlians through, flipping over it and tossing it into a group of the regular trooper-version Chitauri.
One of the Elves came at him from behind, slashing Flashe's back with his sword, prompting a cry of pain that also tore open the toothy mouth of the symbiote. Which came in handy, as a moment later Flash turned and lunged at the Dark Elf, sinking his teeth into the elf's throat through the weaker point of his armor. With the symbiote's strength, it was simple enough to pull back and rip the elf open, before pushing him to the ground. Flash rolled his neck around before turning his head to spit out the piece of the elf that clung to the symbiote's teeth, the mouth quickly sealing the mouth shut again. It felt good to have this power again, and Flash was looking forward to tearing through the Chitauri's forces. He'd fight them back and get them off of his planet - whatever the cost.
Post by z inactive samwilson on Apr 2, 2016 1:52:16 GMT
”Alright ladies!” Sam called out to his fellow SHIELD Agents, projecting his voice out as far as he could without yelling. ”I know we don’t have a lot of time to prepare, but every minute we have is a minute more than we could have had. The bad guys don’t always knock before they attack, so use this time wisely.” They'd already managed to erect a few defenses along with a med station. Sam didn’t know how well any of it would hold up against the impending invasion but it was better than nothing right?
”And remember to make use of the weapon Tony Stark and Agent Morse provided us with. It won’t take down the bigger creatures but it works a treat against the Chitauri.”
”I thought Tony Stark gave up making weapons,” One Agent remarked, not even trying to be quiet.
”Goes to show you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Another remarked. Sam laughed, he knew he shouldn’t, Tony had done them a big favour developing this weapon against the Chitauri, but he had to admit it was funny. He opened his mouth to continue when a voice over his earpiece spoke up, ”The radar is picking up more bodies than expected; ‘bout five minutes out." Then softer as if to herself ”This is going to be a big one…” The paratrooper relayed this information back to the people around him, word quickly getting passed down to those out of earshot. SHIELD Agents and Atlanteans alike quicked their pace as they scurried about at a faster pace than before.
Oh yeah, how weird was that? SHIELD was being assisted by Atlanteans. Not being familiar with the race Sam had been rather nervous about their assistance but had been assured they were allies - for this instance anyways. Not the most reassuring recommendation but he had a feeling they were going to need every bit of help they could get. Sam was still rather apprehensive about the whole thing but a but a nice enough man named Altair had been explaining the more… magical… fortifications he and the other Atlanteans had been applying. He was a little skeptical about how someone waving their hand and saying a few words would be of any assistance but they weren’t getting in the way so he didn’t see what it hurt either. Everyone dealt with things differently.
His goggles, set to pick up any small amount of movement in the distance, zeroed in on a large mass quickly hurtling down towards the ground. Wincing slightly he fervently hoped the area below had successfully been evacuated. Only it never hit the ground. Or rather it didn’t slam into the ground like the laws of physics would have you believe. Instead it slowed down immensely before disappearing out of his site. How strange. ”Three minutes, and coming in fast,” The voice in his ear intoned shaking him out of his stupor. Right, back to work he went.
Making sure he was clear, Sam’s wings shot out propelling him into the sky. There was nothing left for him to do on the ground for the time being, besides he was more comfortable in the air during these sort of situations. The winds from the storm tried their best to take him off course forcing Sam to exert even more energy to not only remain airborne but also focused on the fight. He knew he could do it however, this wasn’t the first time he’d piloted the exo-7 in such weather and if he had it way it wouldn’t be the last.
From this vantage point he could easily see the incoming army. Damn they were a lot closer than he had expected. Well he supposed the least he could do was go meet them… Pulling out his welcoming committee, his SHIELD issued gun and another SHIELD weapon that shut down any electrical pulse a bit of technology had. He went to go say hello. Now Sam had no idea what the chariots the chitauri rode in on were made of but he could only hope that his sweet bit of borrowed tech would have sort of effect.
The quickly approaching army caught sight of Sam relatively quickly and they were so excited by the prospect they decided to meet him in the middle. Narrowing his eyes he took aim with the electricity suppressing weapon and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Frowning, Sam made a hasty retreat but tried the weapon again all the same. This time the lights on the chariot flickered a moment before dying completely. The vehicle remained airborne for a brief moment before plummeting to the ground below.
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
To say that Trinity wasn't happy was a bit of an understatement. Trinity was livid. Still, she was about to just sit back and let others finish this war. She looked a terrifying sight, though some of her pale skin had began to regrow over the dark scales that covered every inch of her body. Her tattoo artist was going to kill her when he found out that she'd burned off all his precious artwork. She was alone either, with her came groups of Morlocks who refused to let the city that hated them burn. This was their home too and they had every right to defend it. She had disappatched the Morlocks all over the city and now all she could do was hope they wouldn't meet the same fate Ray had. They were not as numerous as the Atlanteans however, Trinity had never had the pleasure of meeting an Atlantean but she had heard quite a bit about the strength in battle. Morlocks tended to get excited about anything that wasn't human.
Separating from Rogue had been difficult, but Rogue had things she needed to do. Trinity wasn't about to begrudge her the chance to reunite with her X-men Brethren. Standing on the rooftops above the defenders as they rallied their forces, Trinity listened in on their plans. She looked more Gargoyle then human, her dragon tail lashing about behind her as she waited for the next wave to make their presence known. Absently, she felt for the horn she'd lost in the first wave, that would take weeks to grow back, bone was always the worst. As the storm moved in and the rain began, Trinity closed her brilliant blue eyes and turned her face upwards to the sky, welcoming the cool rush of air and water. Steam rose from her scales where the rain hit her. Weather would not be a problem for her, She had not met a wind storm that could take her yet.
She watched as Namor took off for the cloud cover, it could only be Namor. She had seen the King's picture in enough news articles to recognize him even from this distance. Bracing herself at the edge of the rooftop, she waited. As Namor and the Leviathan plummeted through the storm, Trinity launched herself from the roof, her massive wings propelling her forward as she raced up to meet the Chitauri that were bound to follow his descent. She didn't care if she wasn't wanted, she wasn't about to let her city parish just because a bunch of humans couldn't pull their heads out of their asses.
With a mighty roar, Trinity flew past most of the Chitauri barreling to Earth, launching fireballs just as fast as she could form them. Her outfit bore quite a few burn holes, both from her own fire and the energy blasts of the enemy. Her target wasn't these smaller annoyances, though she took down as many as she could. Her target was the large whale like creature just breaking through the cloud cover. Without Stephen's help, she wasn't how she was going to take it down but she knew she had the strength to dismantle it at least and hopefully make it easier for the others.
Before she landed on it's back, she made a once around, reaching out with her claws to cut the lines on the Chitauri along it's sides. Less of a hassle to deal with when they weren't there to begin with. They plummeted to the ground below, hopefully far enough that it would harm them on impact but these Chitauri were oddly resilient. Throwing a fireball at a passing Chariot, it exploded in the pilot's face and causing him to veer off course and run right into the Leviathan he'd been trying to protect. Sneering in satisfaction, Trinity landed next to the point of impact and used her claws and strength to pry free the dented pieces of armor. Same came free rather easily and she tossed them like frisbees at passing enemy's.
When one tactic had worked before, she didn't see a reason to change that up now.
Clint Barton I'm sorry if it's awful, I'm still sick
The break in fighting hadn't been long enough. Clint was exhausted; the battle in Seattle - and that had quite the ring to it - had been enough to push him to the edge, and then he had assisted with clean-up once they'd gotten back to New York. Sure, he'd caught the occasional cat-nap, but he was going on far too long without sleep and his body was protesting the prolonged intense activity. Namor had shown up at some point during the clean-up, a storm and the rest of his promised troops in his wake. The Asgardians had come down from their realm not long ago themselves, surprising most people when Thor's father had been at the helm.
Clint was carefully avoiding all non-human entities at the moment, though he was acutely aware - via comms - of where Namor was at any given moment. It was stupid, but he wanted to make sure the monarch was okay with his own two eyes, after hearing that Atlantis had been under attack as well as the surface.
Then the aliens came back, surprising no-one, really, as they'd all been waiting for the other shoe to drop since the end of the first attack.
The rain the Atlanteans had brought with them made it a bit more difficult to see, but Clint scrambled to a perch nonetheless, in this case a tall building near the outskirts of the zoo, setting goggles in place that had been designed just for this purpose; he hadn't tried them before, but hey, there was a first time for everything, was there not? "Chitauri are coming down at the Bronx Zoo," he called in to HQ, "Looks like we might have some animals on the loose pretty quick here." He caught sight of something suspiciously Namor-shaped and trident-holding taking down one of the Leviathans in that direction and couldn't help the small smile alighting on his face at the sight. Awesome.
"You've got Falcon in your area too, Hawkeye. Meet up with him," came the reply and Clint sent in an affirmative before firing off a few arrows into some of the Chitauri stragglers on the ground. The first punch had been rather small in the grand scheme, and rather easily taken care of by the Atlantean contingent.
Clint caught sight of Falcon rather easily, upon looking for him, and was tapped into the same frequency by the agents at base for easier communication. "Hey there, bird-brain," he greeted the man in the air, admiring those stupid wings yet again. He wanted some wings. They looked awesome. Maybe Falcon would let him test those out, after this was all over... But now was not the time for that. "Got ya covered to the West."
He trained his arrows on a Chitauri hot on Falcon's tail, releasing one of his nanite-filled arrows into its skull with a smirk before watching it plummet to the ground below. There was a burst of fire nearby and Clint's head whipped around to take in... "Is that a dragon?!" he exclaimed excitedly, "We have a dragon!" This was the best day ever.
... well, except for the whole... alien attack... thing.
As the battle rages on, a murmur starts up amongst the Dark Elves, spurred by the arrival of a lone warrior. The squadron retreats from combat with their current foe as the word spreads throughout the ranks. Just when it seems they’ve stopped fighting for good, one warrior bursts forward, sword raised “For the Princess!” he shouts, the Allspeak letting his words ring clearly for everyone in the area. “Down with the Mad Titan!” His voice is joined by others as the squadron charges back into the fray, viciously hacking down the Chitauri in the area.
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Plumes of fire red-orange flashed in the purple-black clouds, hissing steam as lightning arced. Something grand and serpentine, reptilian and mythic flowed through the clouds as he battled with the Leviathan. The Chitauri that fled from their carrier beast were intercepted, the dragon effectively neutralizing many. And though Namor could not afford the development much thought or attention, his mind did briefly seize on the beast's magnificence. Though far different, he was reminded of Simyra.
But when he brought the Leviathan to the ground and went to make shelter, he was separated from the creature, who was now contending with another Leviathan that broke cloud cover.
Another growl of thunder rumbled through the clouds as the rain continued in its constant rhythm. The pitter-pat sent rivulets down his skin which flowed off his feet and into the very walls that he was shaping. Walls that were not forming fast enough, even with the seamless routine. Closing his eyes, he focused completely on their formation, pulling water from the ground and pavement and streams nearby in as rapid a fashion as he could manage. The moment he felt the cold climbing over his construct, slowing the water molecules and cementing the reinforcement, he moved to the next. His mages were able to handle freezing the rest before the water fell out of form, but even cutting corners there was simply not enough time.
And then something came over--its form was amorphous, like flowing sludge. Given the information that he was provided by SHIELD, it did not fit any profile known to the enemy, and it more closely mirrored something called 'Project Rebirth'. Something that had been employed in the District of Columbia attack. As his people knew, they did not attack, but the information of what it was doing flowed across the psychic network as some observed it leave traces of itself behind, doing patchwork structural reinforcements and forming missing portions for the mages. This unexpected help was enough to complete the cover before they were overwhelmed. The Chitauri on the ground were still sparse enough for the collection of soldiers to deal with them, but without the sludge's help, it was difficult to say if the cover would have been done in time.
Twisting to two of the mages who helped him form the last section of the wall, Namor spoke his Native tongue. < "Two of you are on structural maintenance. I'm not going to have any dirt-crawlers die because some of the ice we formed falls down and crushes them. Use the rain to continue to reinforce the structure, understood?"> Turning back to the tar, the Atlantean King paid him a small nod. "You've my thanks." His gratitude was hard-won, and though the cover served for both human and Atlantean forces, many humans would have doubtless overlooked the intention or focused on the enemy that was fast approaching.
Overhead, a chariot passed, and two Chitlian touched down next to a human agent that was already contending with a Chitauri. Firing twin shots of energy from the trident with enough power to send the Chitlian back, armor hissing a bit, Namor flew the rest of the distance while they reeled. Namor did not come to a full stop when he was in the thick of the fray, instead using his momentum to shove the prongs of the white-gold trident clean through the chest of one of the Chitlian. Immediately pulling the trident out, he directed the end of the weapon straight back. His strength was more than enough to overcome the dull nature of the trident's end, the plating of the Chitlian's armor, and the Chitlian's form. Both were down within a fraction of a moment.
But this moment was enough to be exploited. A dark elf yet loyal to Thanos saw her opening and gathered flames about her with enough heat they burned almost white. Rain spit and spattered about the flames, steam shrieking in wide swaths before twin bolts were hurdled. They lost a lot of their heat as they passed through cold, moist air, but they did not lose enough. Though the first blast went wide and seared through the ice wall of a structure, the second blast didn't and went into the exposed side of the Atlantean King. The flames blistered and crackled against his skin, the pain overpowering as smoke carried a short distance on the air.
Falling to his knees, the dark elf prepared another blast.
@flash FLASH, A-AAAAAAH, SAVIOR OF THE UNIVERSE THE SEA MONARCH. Also meh post is meh, my bad.
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Lucky for Flash, his mask had fully re-formed and cleared itself of Chitauri blood before Namor himself decided to address the super-soldier. Wow, so the 'help him out with keeping the animals in their cages' plan had worked out a lot better than he'd thought. But the more Flash thought about it, why wouldn't it? Especially with the way things have been going for Namor lately, some help from a good old surface-dweller like Flash must be pretty rare. He'd gotten the monarch's attention, which may be even better than just keeping an eye on him for H.Q. War times built trust between soldiers - and right now, that's all the two of them were: soldiers. "Yeah, no problem... By the way, we- I'm Venom.. 'Agent' Venom. I know who you are, though, so no worries there..."
Two Chitlians dropped from overhead, but Namor seemed to have that situation handled - so Flash turned his attention to the group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and other allies that were being attacked. The newer players, the Elves, seemed to be mostly fighting back against the aliens now - but they were still the enemy, weren't they? Soon they owuld turn on them - put them all in danger, threaten their survival. Better to eliminate them, before they became a threat again. To that end, Flash launched into the fray, one of his hands becoming like a scythe that he could use to slice through the less armored aliens. More than one was left in pieces - the symbiote let Flash move quickly, and the Chitauri just didn't seem to be fast enough. As more shots got in, Flash was forced to bulk the symbiote up a bit, getting rid of some of his reach with it. There was only so much of the alien bonded to him - he couldn't shift it in too many ways at once.
Flash had just thrust a spear-like arm through a Dark Elf and Chitauri that had been fighting (not really too concerned about whose side the Elf was on, at that point) when he turned to see Namor on his knees. Dodge would have Flash's head if he let Namor die - and frankly, Flash didn't want to see him die, either. Whatever people said about Namor, he never seemed to do anything just because he could, or wanted to - Betty had helped him see some of the reasoning people had. Doing the wrong things for the right reasons, stuff like that. She didn't approve of those methods, but Flash could see how it would work - of course, he was also a super-soldier-spy with a Spider-Man villain identity, so what did he know?
Still, Namor needed his help - Flash was gonna give it. As he ran towards the Elf, a fist thrust forward, shooting off a concentrated ball of symbiote just to get the elf's attention. That plan had worked, but Flash hadn't counted on the other part of the Elf: that being the fire. As soon as a jet of flames shot towards the Symbiote, it went into full-alert mode. The symbiote reared back on Flash, tearing away from him so his entire upper body - face included - was exposed, and screeched inside his mind and out loud at such a volume that Flash fell to his own knees. He was focused on keeping the symbiote with him; he needed it, and wasn't about to let it go now. But the elf was getting closer, flames swirling up her arms as she got ready for the kill shot.
Through the screaming, Flash managed to reach down for one of his pistols, aiming at the elf - shaking a bit as he did so. A laugh came from behind the mask she wore - if these things were as tough as Asgardians, a bullet wouldn't do much, but it was something. Plus, the multi-gun's bullets were pretty high-caliber - he just had to empty his clip and hope for the best. Which he did - the whole clip on that pistol emptied into the mask of the Elf, and by some kind of divine intervention, Flash was able to break through the plating and get a shot off into the fire-chucker's eye. For a moment she looked shocked - on as much of her face as he could see, at least - that this happened; but if there was one thing Flash had learned when Puny Parker broke his hand? Underestimating people came back to bite you in the ass.
The symbiote slowly crawled back over him as the Elf fell to the ground. The combat armor shape of it had all but faded, and that was probably for the best - more practical to just let it be. After all, the suit was alive, and could respond to threats Flash couldn't see; probably best to just do what he wanted, but give it enough free-reign to keep them both alive.
He pushed off the ground, moving over to Namor, as he rolled his head around to loosen his muscles back up. Flash reached a hand out for Namor, just as the bold, white spider symbol finished forming on the suit . "You need a hand, bud?"
Post by z inactive samwilson on Apr 8, 2016 17:10:26 GMT
As nice as his handy new weapon was, Sam had discovered a few drawbacks. First off it was a short ranged weapon; Sam had to get closer than he would have liked to his targets. He’d started off aiming for the chariots containing multiple occupants thinking that way he could take out multiple enemy combatants at the same time. Sounded like a good plan right? (He’d thought so too). However he found it a lot harder to execute his attack with multiple Chitauri aiming for him at such close range. Had he been able to back up 10 feet or so he would have been much happier with his choice of weapon.
And secondly, the stupid thing did not generally work on the first fire. He didn’t know if it had to do with the weapon itself or the alien technology but having to shoot the stupid thing two or three times just to see it take effect, while flying at that close of a range, just didn’t seem like the most efficient way to fight this battle. Perhaps he should shelf this weapon for the time being and try his hand with some more conventional weapons.
Holstering his new toy, Sam quickly exchanged it for the pistols he’d stashed on his belt. At least this way he wouldn't be as close to the Chitauri while he tried to take them down. And, he quickly discovered, if he shot the chariot just right… it’s internal mechanism jammed and the thing went crashing down just as nicely. Granted the vehicles were quite zippy so it took a lot of skill and luck to make the shot. He tended to miss about as much as he made the shot.
A small beep from his com sounded letting him know someone was being patched through. ”Bird brain?” He chuckled, hearing Hawkeyes familiar voice clear as though he was standing beside him. ”Never heard that one before.” Though Hawkeye probably had gotten it just as much as he had. ”They station you in Harlem as well you overstuffed parakeet?” Okay so not the best insult but in his defense he was in the middle of something.
One of the Chitauri on the chariot he was trying to disable took a shot at him. Sam jerked backwards trying to avoid it and the movement disrupted his flight sending him tumbling backwards for a few dozen feet before he was able to get his bearings under him and pull out of the spin.
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
Trinity had zero talent with other animals, cept for predators and that was only because there was a certain pecking order when it came to predators and she was at the top of the food chain in that regard. One growl from her could send even the largest wolf or jungle cat skittering away with it's tail between it's legs. Sometimes it was good to be a Dragon, there wasn't much that tried to mess with a Dragon. Except for her fellow humans that was. An energy blast from a Chitauri caught her in the shoulder and she roared out more in rage then in pain. The energy couldn't penetrate her armored scales but it still hurt. She glanced back over her shoulder, lashing out with her tail at the Chitauri who'd dared to shoot her. The sharp edges of her scales retracted as her tail punched through it's chest and she used it to lift him off and toss him off the side of the Leviathan.
Returning to her work, she pried loose another piece of armor. This time though, she held it in front of her and punched it. She frowned as the metal simply dented. Holding it up in front of her with both hands, she breathed blue flame across it's surface until it began to turn red with the heat and then she punched it again until she broke off a jagged piece. Tossing the small piece away, she breathed more flame on the tip of the metal that was left, heating it up until the metal turned white and nearly melted. Once she was satisfied with the heat, she lifted the piece over her head and jammed it down into the Leviathan's back, hopefully through it's spine. She then lifted herself up with her powerful wings and lunged her weight down on the piece to jam it in as far as she could. The Leviathan roared out and began to descend towards the city below. Trinity had no power that could deal with a Leviathan body as it plummeted out of the sky, as much as she might have wished she did. Most of the city had been evacuated though so the innocent bystander count would be slim.
Still, gliding down on scales wings she threw herself at two SHIELD agents that were directly in the path of the Leviathan. She scooped them up, one under each arm and flew them to safety. One of them brought an electric weapon up and jabbed it into her neck in their panic, believing her to be an enemy. She roared out and shifted her wings to halt her movement, throwing a couple of Chitauri who had been standing on the sidewalk backwards into the building behind them. "Same team asshole!" She growled as she unceremoniously dumped the both of them on the sidewalk. "Try that on them!" She told them, pointing at the Chitauri who were picking themselves out of the rubble. She left them there, her anger getting the better of her despite the fact that she was supposed to be the good guy.
Launching up from the sidewalk, she threw herself back into fight, launching fireballs and tearing apart Chitauri on their chariots as fast as she could find them. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned just in time to watch a winged man nearly get shot out of the sky. She dove after him, though it would seem her help was unnecessary as he righted himself before he became a new spot on the pavement. Still, a little help might be nice. Folding one wing in, she used the momentum to spin her around and come up behind him, her warms hooking under his shoulders and bringing him back up to a proper altitude before she let go for him. "You should be careful, I'd hate to scoop you off the sidewalk." She quipped to the Falcon. Hiccuping a ball of blue flame into her hand, she tossed it back and forth for a moment before hurling it at a passing chariot. It exploded in the face of the driver and the hole thing went down in ball of blue flame. "Bullseye!" She whooped.
"I'm Draconia, you government types need some help?" She asked, grinning wickedly with her rows of sharp shark like teeth that made her seem less good and more bad, but she couldn't help that now could she. Keeping pace with Falcon was easy enough, mechanical wings could never beat real ones.
From his vantage point over the main field of battle Clint could see most of the fighting, although it was occasionally blocked by a creature or two getting in his way. He didn't have much time to worry about those below him, however, before there was a change in the forces below. "The new aliens are turning on the Chitauri," he observed in surprise as he watched them begin a new attack. An agent on the other end said the phenomenon had been observed elsewhere as well and to treat them as allies as long as they were fighting the Chitauri, so Clint began watching his shots even more carefully. He wouldn't go out of his way to protect the elf-creatures, but he also wouldn't use them as target practice either.
Distracted by covering some of the SHIELD agents in the field, he didn't notice Namor in trouble until it was almost too late, and by then he could only let out a breath of relief as some other guy stepped in to give an assist. Some... strange guy. That power was... new and terrifying-looking? Not what Clint should be concentrating on, at any rate, as there were far more important issues at hand.
With Falcon in his ear, Clint felt a little better; it was always good to have aerial backup, and he felt better with another SHIELD agent at his back, even if they didn't work together often - or at all. "Pot, kettle," Clint grinned in reply to the other bird-themed man, "'Stationed' is a strong word. I was in the area." He had really just been wandering and seeing where he could help when the second wave had started coming down, so it was just luck that they'd wound up in the same place. For a given value of luck. "I've got you back, though," he added as he shot down a Chitlian bearing down on the winged agent with an exploding arrow while Falcon attempted to get his bearings.
"Are you talking to the dragon?" he asked as it swooped to Falcon's unneeded rescue, watching as she took out the second chariot that had been chasing his bird-themed friend. "Tell her to-" Clint cut himself off with a string of curses at a flurry of activity in the corner of his vision as the building beneath him gave a groan. The leviathan the dragon had been firing out of the sky had tumbled into the bottom of his current nest point. "Aw, building, no..." he complained, gritting his jaw as he rushed to the side of the thing.
He leaped from the side of the building, shooting a grappling arrow into the next steady structure over in the hopes of swinging himself to relative safety. The arrow hit it's target, but a passing chariot sheared the cable apart and Clint pinwheeled through the air. "Shitshitshitshit!" he exclaimed as he reached back for another arrow, tumbling through the air all the while. "Oh god I'm gonna die!" he panicked as he realized he didn't have another grappler in his quiver.
If they weren't in the middle of a broad scale invasion against a Mad Titan that he had personal issues with, he would have been more curious about that we the Agent mentioned. Was he referring to some desk agent monitoring the situation and feeding him information through an ear piece? Either way, it had little bearing on the situation, and he preferred a rather more cutting response. Sidestepping that he'd heard reference of this particular asset from SHIELD, he focused in on his opportunity. "If you hadn't I'd wonder what rock you'd been living under." He wasn't perhaps as famous as some, but he was still distinctive, particularly of late after what happened in Atlantis and then subsequently Triji. Even a short-lived invasion had generated a lot of press for the controversial figure, and he'd spent more than a month in the spotlight dealing with damage control.
Unable to stay and exchange more barbs with the... possible human... he focused on the battle at large. Things had been going seamlessly, with the Atlantean having little to fear until the arrival of the Titan-loyal elf that brandished flame.
The flame pulsed and rolled back over itself like Ferro fluid being manipulated by a magnet. It roiled and consumed, twisting over his laterals, ribs, waist and hip. The flesh cindered, blistered and split, all moisture being pulled from it as the flame sought to push deeper and work through the cracks that were forming. Jaw clenched, the Atlantean King balled his fists hard, fingernails digging into his palms as he willed his body to fight against the pain. The flame dissipated, giving him a brief reprieve as she wound up for the second blast. A blast that never came.
The elf's attention pulled to the human, Namor pulled himself to his feet with a full spectrum of pain. The direct hit crinkled like crisp paper, but the farther portions had a disconcerting sound of moisture from where water was drawn out and blood boiled, congealed and was left mingled with skin. Burns were always the worst, and the heat there now was terrible. Pulling from the Trident, he enveloped himself in white-blue energy. It was not sufficient enough to heal much, but it dulled the pain some. Enough that it was no longer distracting to the man with the iron will. He'd operated through worse before, and now was not the time to focus on the magma flowing beneath the surface.
"No, thank you. It will take more than this to undo me." His eyes focused on the rippling formation of the man's suit. Uncertain what, if anything this meant, Namor decided that it was likely the man had been injured. He'd heard the shriek, and assumed the fire had done something. Keeping hold of the Trident which he was half-leaning on, he waved his hand out to wrap some of the shimmering white-blue light around Flash to heal his wounds. Minor cuts and bruises would be gone, moderate ones would no longer bleed, and the pain would be numbed significantly.
Hearing a yelp from the air, Namor twisted to see the trouble. The fool blonde was hurdling toward the ground below. Before he could cast a barrier to catch the plummeting human, however, the dragoness caught hold of the archer, meaning that Namor could focus on the battle and its progression. On a larger chariot, which was closer to a slow-moving platform, some Chitlian were setting up a wide-mouthed cannon that looked more than a little reminiscent of the one he'd encountered in the deep. It's aim was toward the ice-and-tar structure that he and his mages had erected. He knew firsthand the damage that one of those cannons could cause, and couldn't risk it hitting the structure.
"Let's hope my aim is what it was," was the extent of Namor's warning. Grabbing the Agent, he lobbed Flash into the air with a hard underhand pass, using a barrier to cushion him so the strength of the throw wasn't concentrated to one area. On this arc, the Agent would likely find the Leviathan while Namor contended with the cannon.
@flash bleeeegh post. whatever.
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Flash was angry - that fire had almost separated him from the symbiote, and he needed the symbiote if he wanted to be able to fight this fight. He wouldn't let these damn elves leave him here, half naked and with no legs to stand on. The symbiote would help him slaughter them, cut through them like tissue paper until all that was left was little bits of flesh confetti. The pair of them growled in unison, creating something of a cross between growling and bubbling from the symbiote that laced itself across Flash's system. But soon enough... He felt better - energy washed over him from Namor, and suddenly Flash felt a lot better. So Namor had healing powers, too? Command would probably want to know that - so Flash made note of it.
He didn't say anything in response to Namor, the wash of healing helping Flash clear his head up a bit, regain some control from the emotions the symbiote was planting. The King of Atlantis wasn't really acknowledged for a few moments, until he made an off-hand comment about his aim, and Flash felt the Atlantean grab him. "Wait, what exactly are you ai-"
Before he could finish, Flash was flung into the air supported by the same sort of structure Namor had used to fix the zoo walls. The agent couldn't help but let out a cry of joy at the sensation - for once he wasn't swinging, he was flying. Sure, he was flying up towards a giant alien monster that could probably swallow him whole, which was covered with a ton of other alien monsters that would shoot him full of holes. But hey, how many opportunities like this would he have, huh? Might as well enjoy it, especially if these were the last few minutes of his life.
Flash shot a web out to work with his momentum, swinging him up, over, and onto the back of the Leviathan. He slid to a stop, swinging a blade arm to cut one Chitlian's throat, before shooting another line to grab one of the smaller Chitauri, pulling it back and throwing it into another so both tumbled off the edge of the Leviathan. Good times. He decided to go with the same move that had worked for him in D.C. - he shot out several webs from each hand onto a single plate of the Chitauri's armor, turning and pulling all the strands over his shoulders, adhering to the surface he was standing on and pulling to tear the plate off. Flash grit his teeth as the armor just didn't seem to be budging - he'd had the strength before, when the Symbiote was in control, so he just needed to... Lose control, only a little. He freed his mind as best he could, opening himself for the symbiote - and as the plating of the Leviathan finally started to tear off, Flash's mask took on that familiar shape, with its wicked, twisted smile forming just as the plate broke free.
Then the strategy was simple - Flash clung to whatevver consciousness he still had as he leapt to the exposed flesh, tearing into it until he hit bone. No grenades this time, though - he hadn't had time to restock on everything when he left H.Q. But hey, this would be more fun, wouldn't it? Flash clapped his hands, rubbing them together like he was about to dig in to a meal; as he did this, though, the symbiote fused together, forming one long, jagged spike between both of Flash's arms that he was then able to lift up... And then plunge into the Leviathan's spine. Somehow, he couldn't help himself from giving the spike a good twist, to add insult to injury.
Honestly, Flash probably should've jumped off - but right now, he just stood, and admired the view as the Leviathan fell to the ground. It was good to take a moment to savor one's victories - he would jump as soon as it hit ground, or a building, or anything else that would make the ride bumpy. BUt for now, he just stood, and let the symbiote shift back into its typical form for him, flexing his hand and rolling his shoulders as the combat armor re-formed across him.
Post by z inactive samwilson on Apr 22, 2016 1:23:23 GMT
”They let you pick where you want to go now? Man, it must be nice being the old man of the organization.” He could have just said seniority but he couldn’t pass up the quick little jab. Barton was only a few years older than him but every year counted right? And Sam had not worked for SHIELD nearly as long as Barton had.
” ‘Preciate it,” Sam told Clint cheerfully moments before he took his tumble. Flying was one of the best feelings in the world. Even with his mechanical wings Sam wouldn’t trade the sensation for anything in the world. He loved the adrenaline rush and feeling of freedom that came with having the wings beneath his wings. Falling on the other hand was a whole nother ballgame. Sure the adrenaline was still coursing through him but in a ‘the ground is coming alarmingly closer with every second to high five me in the face’ sort of way. Not nearly as pleasant a feeling.
He focused on pulling himself out of the downward spiral, something anyone in the Air Force could tell you was a move that was incredibly dangerous and usually wound up being fatal. As focused as he was he was still aware of the large shape moving in on him from his peripherals. Not that he could make out who or what it was. Or that he even really cared at this point in time. He had more important things on his mind. Such as staying alive.
Letting out a whoop he managed to drop out of the spin and righted himself. His elation was short lived however as seconds later he realized he had been snagged by something that was dragging him upwards at an alarming speed. Looking up he was surprised to see he was being towed about by a dragon of all things. [red]”What the…”[/color] He tried to break from the dragon’s grip but it was no use he was held fast. He went for the weapon attached to his belt when he was released suddenly. Not expecting to be suddenly supporting himself mid air once more he dropped a few inches before his exo pack kicked back in.
”Uh, thank you,” He said, trying to wrap his mind around everything that had just happened. ”I’ll uh keep that in mind.” He hadn’t meant to go falling ass over tea kettle but he wasn’t about to contradict a dragon.
Remaining in one place put unnecessary stress on his exo pack and so Falcon started to slowly glide back to the action, the dragon keeping pace near him. ”Falcon,” He responded in kind. ”It’s nice to meet you Draconia. We could use as much help as we can get.” He said not quite believing his eyes. How cool was that?! How many of the other teams could say they had assistance from a bonafide dragon?
Clint’s vocie came through his earpiece exclaiming about the dragon. ”Uh, I don’t know about you but I don’t exactly tell dragons to do anything.” He responded thinking of the sharp teeth that came along with the large creatures. ”Clint?” The archer had gone unsually silent.