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Post by WildKnight on Dec 22, 2009 10:16:28 GMT -5
S.H.I.E.L.D. - Super Human Intelligence & Liaison Division. Though technically a branch of the United States government, SHIELD was so pervasively powerful that it could operate all over the world in a de facto manner. Even nations with their own rough equivalents knew that SHIELDs success was unparalleled.
Keeping this enormous undertaking successful requires thousands of men and women, and a more significant number of aliens, robots, and other life forms than most were aware. Like any spy organization, SHIELD had its dirty little secrets, its closets full of skeletons.
Weapon X was just one of many, and not particularly embarrassing as government cover-ups went. Pressing the unwilling into service wasn't anything unusual. Just ask these guys...
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The briefing room aboard the Hovercarrier Washington D.C. was unlike the briefing rooms aboard the 50 other SHIELD Hovercarriers. In fact, everything about the D.C. was different, because the Washington D.C. did not, in fact, exist. Funds had been shifted, lies had been told, and the 51st SHIELD Hovercarrier had been born. Fury hadn't initiated it, but he had inherited it and seemed to have few problems benefitting from Ross's choice.
One of the unique features of the D.C. was that it was partially designed as a prison ship; it had 200 cells, 100 of which could be re-fitted to block a number of super-power profiles. They were also much more difficult to escape than any other cells Deadpool had yet encountered. Not that he was bored with Fury's plan already... just that it was good to plan ahead.
The door slid open and four SHIELD Agents (450, 472, 484, and 521) came in, each guiding a super-human or, as SHIELD referred to them, a "cape" to one of the seats.
<OOC: Yes, thats you guys. Introduce and describe yourselves...>
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Post by Black Sam on Dec 22, 2009 13:04:37 GMT -5
The first cape through the door isn't terribly tall or imposing, but he's obviously more than another pretty mask -- the way he walks gives that much away. His footsteps are one in front of the other, casual yet deliberate, like an Apache or a tightrope walker. His body movements are sinuous and precise, like the snake-lady at a freak show dancing with a poisonous viper. His costume is deeply black, almost seeming to absorb instead of reflect light. It covers him head-to-toe except for the stark-white contrast of his gauntlets, boots and spider-man eyes. He doesn't seem to be armed, either. He pauses at the chair, a slow tilt of his head taking in the others. Then he sits, silent, seeming to dismiss the gathered agents and supers alike. That's how it seems, anyhow; its hard to tell from the mask...
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 22, 2009 14:36:14 GMT -5
Petruski was tugged in as he adjusted the fit and settings of his black and gold suit, covered with various pucked paste-projecting pores. He gave a frustrated look as he popped his neck and took his seat, looking around at the collection of weirdos around him. He never got over that. The weirdos. He at least chose to try and profit from the bizarre world of mystery-men and super-science, the others, they had no excuse. He could leave whenever he wanted, and one of these days, with the right payoff, he would. He yawns and checks the time, seeming to be above conversation. He was also slightly nervous one of them would recognize The Trapster.
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Post by Presto on Dec 22, 2009 19:34:30 GMT -5
"...So self configured the database to run a query on all references to spaghetti, and thats how self saved the aztec project." Warlock said to the agent jovially as he walked. He had been very animated today... More so than ever before. Today was an important day to him, the most important one in his entire life that he could recall. He probably would be a strange sight to take in at first. Looking like a walking all black robot with yellow circuitry running the entire length of his body. Once inside the room, he looked over the other individuals who had been escorted in, all the while smiling widely and happily before taking his own seat. "I offer you greetings, new acquaintances. Self is named Warlock. What is your designation?" He would ask, as he would stretch his arm out to offer each of the other 'capes' a hand to shake.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 22, 2009 21:28:44 GMT -5
Trapster eyes Warlock up and down a moment before shaking his hand, "Name's Petruski, I go by The Trapster. So, what's your story?"
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Post by Presto on Dec 22, 2009 21:45:20 GMT -5
"Selfs story?" Warlock asked, obviously a little unsure of what Trapster was asking before his eyes widened a bit as he figured out the mans meaning.
"Oh, why is self here? Self heard about SelfFriendGeneralNicholasFury's forming of this group. Self has been operating under SHIELD for several years now, dealing with computers and basic research... But... what Self really wants... is to become an Agent of SHIELD, like the rest of Self's friends." He said, glancing around to the other agents.
"What about you, AcquaintanceTrapsterPetruski?"
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 22, 2009 21:59:57 GMT -5
"Conditions for parole," he lights a cigarette. The agent supervising him taps him on the shoulder, he rolls his eyes. "Sorry. Forgot I was sitting in the non-smoking section of this helicarrier." He puts it out lazily on the table. "What I really meant was... well, what exactly are you? We talking mutant, accident, what?"
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Post by Presto on Dec 22, 2009 22:09:03 GMT -5
"... Self is uh... " Warlock seemed to stop, mulling over what to say as he withdrew back into his chair, head tilting some as his arms crossed thoughtfully, before smiling then frowning before smiling again and nodding.
"Self is best defined, without violating SHIELD protocols, as an alien robot." He said friendly. It was obvious he would happily admit everything about himself, if not concerned about possible secrets... For all Warlocks friendliness, and good naturedness, he was very aware of SHIELD procedure, and did his best to follow it.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 22, 2009 22:16:34 GMT -5
"Gotcha, gotcha, clearance sh*t," Trapster nods, "Haven't met an alien robot before. Probably have some decent weapon systems to be in this line of work. Me, I design all my equipment." He indicates his suit with no small amount of pride, "This is my baby. 16 high-pressure adhesive-projection ports, with built-in wall-scaling and movement capabilities. This," he pulls out one of his traps, "Careful, careful," he sees Warlock going to touch it (or thinks he does,) "This is a high pressure adhesive spray trap." He puts it away, "And I got some high-power solvent capsules too. Designed it all myself. It's kinda my thing."
"And you, what can you do? You have clearance for that, right?"
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Post by Presto on Dec 22, 2009 22:24:58 GMT -5
Warlock watched as Trapster showed off his suit, his neck stretching a bit to get a closer look as he nodded with each statement the man made about his gadgets, clearly impressed with it as the gimmicky weapons were certainely different than what he was familiar with.
"Self supposes clearance isn't necessary for a summary of selfs capabilities." He said, drawing his neck back and looking down at himself to think, before holding up his hand and indicating his circuity.
"Self can generate an energy beam through concentration of selfs personal energy field. It is not quite as powerful as some SHIELD weaponry, but it is powered as long as Self is living... and can't be removed.
Self is also what is classified as a technopath. Self can remotely operate machinery, from computers, to vehicles, to sufficiently complex weaponry.
Coupled with Self's natural advanced processing abilities, and wide ability to translate all known languages, Self is a highly capable computational ally, and hopes to offer a wide array of technological advantages to the team. Atleast, that is what Self listed when self submitted his essay to SelfFriendGeneralNicholasFury."
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 22, 2009 23:34:58 GMT -5
Trapster nods, "Sounds like you got quite a few useful attachments there, 'Lock." He looks over to the third member sitting silently. He nods to him, but keeps his attention primarily on Warlock. "Have you been here long? On Earth, I mean."
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Post by Presto on Dec 23, 2009 0:04:17 GMT -5
"... Well... Self isn't certain how long he has been operational. But self's ship apparently crashed on this planet at some period between the mid-cambrian to early ordovincian... But self was recovered by SHIELD agents five years ago, when self was able to repair selfs ship enough to send out a distress beacon. But, self has not been active the entire time between the crash, to selfs rescue." He said, shaking his head.
"SHIELD agent friends were actually the first life self ever laid eyes on in his existance."
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Post by superfrog on Dec 23, 2009 0:16:43 GMT -5
The door hisses open and yet another cape enters the room, trailing casually behind Agent 521. Unlike some of the others he seems happy to be here and Agent 521 doesn't appear to be worried about him trying to escape. The man is garbed in an outlandish costume even by the spandex wearing community. Black leather with a skeleton bone motif from head to toe. Dark crimson, spiked gauntlets and boots compliment a wide, thick, dark red, leather belt with a large skull buckle. spiked shoulder pads adorn his shoulders and a red leather cape with a skull head on it flows down his back. The lenses of his cowl are tinted red to give the impression of glowing red eyes. Taking his seat he slowly scans the room taking in his new teammates. He is pretty sure the robotic looking one is call Warbot or or something like that. He's heard a little about him, but never actually met him. The other one talking to him also looks familiar, but he can't quite place him. The one dresses in black and white rings no bells at all. either he is new to the scene or decided a new costume was in order to go along with his change of work. Finally he spoke. "I am Bonebreaker." The voice is almost void of emotion, but there is the faintest hint of excitement.
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Post by Presto on Dec 23, 2009 0:29:00 GMT -5
Warlock turned his attention to bonebreaker, and suddenly withdrew back into his chair nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Uh... what is your story, AcquaintanceBoneBreaker?" He asked a bit nervously.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 23, 2009 0:32:11 GMT -5
Trapster just smirks at Bonebreaker. How ridiculous.
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