Post by Dhark on Jan 1, 2016 0:55:14 GMT -5
Hello all. Been thinking on a game to run around these parts... It's been awhile. My latest idea, an MCU version of Excalibur. Heavily influenced by the MCU movies, Agents of SHIELD, and the older non-Marvel HEROES.
I'm placing it right after Winter Soldier. With SHIELD's collapse, older absorbed agencies are going to be resuming duties/responsibilities/etc and/or new ones stepping up to bat. Figure this could be a fun way to poke into the X-side of things as well, without being a traditional X-Men game. Im thinking that First Class will be the only non-MCU movie in the timeline, mutants still being relatively unknown to the public. Also, the mystical and paranormal become fair game... MCU style. Likely 35+10 (with a preference towards cannon Excalibur/WHO/STRIKE/etc characters made MCU), but this is solely an interest gathering post for now.
Intro/Thematic blurb below...
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Hill collapses into her leather recliner, exhausted. It hadn't even been an hour since The Triskelion conflict, and already she'd sidestepped phone calls from three very irate senators and two four-star admirals all calling for her to turn herself in for questioning... She knew her personal cell phone would be ringing off the hook, incessant calls from the army of reporters surrounding her apartment building. Her head was throbbing and the weight of Hydra's near complete dissolution of SHIELD left her skin crawling. She desperately wanted a shower.
With a heavy sigh she laments the lack of time. There were still two items left in Operation Windfall (Fury's last set of orders before going dark) that needed her immediate attention... She pulls out an old and battered tough-book laptop. It looked more relic than modern, it's ballistic proof casing had clearly been through an active war-zone. Luckily, the shell was just a shell. The computer it housed was as cutting edge as they came, and fully operational. The black screen flickers to life, fan noise almost non-existent.
The screen is vacant, save for a prompt: \\DARKNETHUB_616_7734:
She rapidly keys in her command executable: "Windfall Protocol - Hotel Yankee Delta Romeo Alfa \ Dissolution"
The screen flickers bright white, then fades again to black. A single green pixel alights, then expands slowly into a line, each end acting like an etch-sketch as it draws a picture. Within seconds a fully rendered wire-frame of a conference table appears. As other users log onto the encrypted chat, the rendering adds raised VTC screens at each seat. A virtual conference room to host soft client virtual telepresence communications.
"The infection was inoperable, SHIELD is down for the count. The plug is officially pulled, we're dissolved. For now." Maria reports, knowing that those assembled likely already knew (if unofficially, thanks to the media and their own assets).
Silence greets her. Each face stares silently and thoughtfully into their cameras, processing the official declaration.
"And Fury?" A well dressed man in his mid forties, with spiked graying hair and horn rimmed glasses, asks. "I told him SHIELD was getting too big... Too loud. Now there's a spotlight on ALL of us. We never should have wrapped ourselves up in this, his damned Avengers Protocol..." He sighs, clearly bitter. A Company man that yearns for days long gone. "Beyond containment, too many witnesses by far and too many questions."
"Fury's dead, or in the wind, if he knows what's best. I'm not sure which case would be easiest for him... Or us." A younger man answers crisply, his accent and tone marking him as British "Times change Noah, there's no way your little island would have survived New York without SHIELD or it's Avengers Protocol... Global mobilization would have been too slow crossing the Pond."
Just as another man is about to speak Hill cuts back in. "Gentlemen, please. I don't have time for this. The WSC is gone, SHIELD is down. By the days end I'll be in custody if I don't move fast. So, please-- Let's focus: Windfall Protocols are in effect. Noah has Global Oversight Authority, the rest of you have your regions and your Standing Orders..." There's a knocking from behind Hill. Her door. Worry creases her brow. "SHIELD Network Interlocks are down until Noah deems that the Hydra threat is sufficiently rooted out, or new infrastructure is laid."
Noah snorts a derisive laugh. "Global Oversight Authority? With the WSC gone, and Interlocks sealed... that means we're all on our own, don't delude yourself. We're going old school over here gentlemen. You all have your AoR, do what you need to do. I'll be in touch." With that he blinks off, his rendered screen retracting into the wireframe table.
"Him? Tell me you're not serious?!"
"Dead serious, sorry Peter. I know he was a Company Man-- and I know you two have history... but he's got more years of experience than any three of us combined."
"Bagging and Tagging. Not Administration. He is still wanted by my government for questioning." An angry voice retorts, accent thickly Russian.
"Quite confident any one of us is wanted for questioning or worse by any other one of our respective governments mate." Peter replies smartly.
Nods occur on every screen, and Maria finds herself doing so as well. She shrugs, shivering at the sound of a battering ram now being slammed ineffectively against her apartment door. "Fury's protocols were extensively plotted and planned out. Factoring in Cause of Dissolution, Perpetrators, those of us still standing, and even attendance of this meeting.." She notes, indicating a few blank seats at the table. "Say what you will about Fury, but he thoroughly planned for more contingencies than I can even dream up. He picked Noah for GOA for a reason. Good enough for me." The slamming behind her goes quiet. She curses inaudibly. "Ok, time to bolt. Good luck gentlemen." She closes the tough-book. As soon as the case clicks closed she hears sparking from inside, and the smell of burned metal and plastic assails her. ... Tracks covered With that, she's on her feet and shouldering her go bag. Burner Phone in hand, she dials the one man in America who can help her now and makes for the secret sewer access tunnel.
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Peter Wisdom frowns as his own screen goes blank, and swivels in his chair to look at the others gathered in his office. He looks to the eldest man there. "Lance?"
"Fury. What a fine bastard he is." The older man practically spits in disgust. "First he dismantles STRIKE, RCX, and even WHO, then he absorbs every resource MI-6 would let him... And now... What? Expects us to rebuild them each from the ground up? Overnight? STRIKE and WHO weren't getting it done, that's why we assimilated in the first place...
Peter frowns, and looks at the other two who had not yet spoken. "James... When Alistaire and I reluctantly took positions with MI-6, you made us an offer. Does that offer still stand?"
James thinks. Nods. A smile slowly forms. "I think so. It will require some maneuvering, but I think I still have the clout within Parliament." James says finally, polishing his monocle. Beside him, Alastaire goes wide eyed with shock.
Peter shrugs, retrieves a crystal decanter from the nearby hutch and four glasses. He pours each a finger of the thick liquor each and raises his glass in toast. "There it is then. We four begin it. MI-13..." The four glasses clink in unison.
I'm placing it right after Winter Soldier. With SHIELD's collapse, older absorbed agencies are going to be resuming duties/responsibilities/etc and/or new ones stepping up to bat. Figure this could be a fun way to poke into the X-side of things as well, without being a traditional X-Men game. Im thinking that First Class will be the only non-MCU movie in the timeline, mutants still being relatively unknown to the public. Also, the mystical and paranormal become fair game... MCU style. Likely 35+10 (with a preference towards cannon Excalibur/WHO/STRIKE/etc characters made MCU), but this is solely an interest gathering post for now.
Intro/Thematic blurb below...
==============
Hill collapses into her leather recliner, exhausted. It hadn't even been an hour since The Triskelion conflict, and already she'd sidestepped phone calls from three very irate senators and two four-star admirals all calling for her to turn herself in for questioning... She knew her personal cell phone would be ringing off the hook, incessant calls from the army of reporters surrounding her apartment building. Her head was throbbing and the weight of Hydra's near complete dissolution of SHIELD left her skin crawling. She desperately wanted a shower.
With a heavy sigh she laments the lack of time. There were still two items left in Operation Windfall (Fury's last set of orders before going dark) that needed her immediate attention... She pulls out an old and battered tough-book laptop. It looked more relic than modern, it's ballistic proof casing had clearly been through an active war-zone. Luckily, the shell was just a shell. The computer it housed was as cutting edge as they came, and fully operational. The black screen flickers to life, fan noise almost non-existent.
The screen is vacant, save for a prompt: \\DARKNETHUB_616_7734:
She rapidly keys in her command executable: "Windfall Protocol - Hotel Yankee Delta Romeo Alfa \ Dissolution"
The screen flickers bright white, then fades again to black. A single green pixel alights, then expands slowly into a line, each end acting like an etch-sketch as it draws a picture. Within seconds a fully rendered wire-frame of a conference table appears. As other users log onto the encrypted chat, the rendering adds raised VTC screens at each seat. A virtual conference room to host soft client virtual telepresence communications.
"The infection was inoperable, SHIELD is down for the count. The plug is officially pulled, we're dissolved. For now." Maria reports, knowing that those assembled likely already knew (if unofficially, thanks to the media and their own assets).
Silence greets her. Each face stares silently and thoughtfully into their cameras, processing the official declaration.
"And Fury?" A well dressed man in his mid forties, with spiked graying hair and horn rimmed glasses, asks. "I told him SHIELD was getting too big... Too loud. Now there's a spotlight on ALL of us. We never should have wrapped ourselves up in this, his damned Avengers Protocol..." He sighs, clearly bitter. A Company man that yearns for days long gone. "Beyond containment, too many witnesses by far and too many questions."
"Fury's dead, or in the wind, if he knows what's best. I'm not sure which case would be easiest for him... Or us." A younger man answers crisply, his accent and tone marking him as British "Times change Noah, there's no way your little island would have survived New York without SHIELD or it's Avengers Protocol... Global mobilization would have been too slow crossing the Pond."
Just as another man is about to speak Hill cuts back in. "Gentlemen, please. I don't have time for this. The WSC is gone, SHIELD is down. By the days end I'll be in custody if I don't move fast. So, please-- Let's focus: Windfall Protocols are in effect. Noah has Global Oversight Authority, the rest of you have your regions and your Standing Orders..." There's a knocking from behind Hill. Her door. Worry creases her brow. "SHIELD Network Interlocks are down until Noah deems that the Hydra threat is sufficiently rooted out, or new infrastructure is laid."
Noah snorts a derisive laugh. "Global Oversight Authority? With the WSC gone, and Interlocks sealed... that means we're all on our own, don't delude yourself. We're going old school over here gentlemen. You all have your AoR, do what you need to do. I'll be in touch." With that he blinks off, his rendered screen retracting into the wireframe table.
"Him? Tell me you're not serious?!"
"Dead serious, sorry Peter. I know he was a Company Man-- and I know you two have history... but he's got more years of experience than any three of us combined."
"Bagging and Tagging. Not Administration. He is still wanted by my government for questioning." An angry voice retorts, accent thickly Russian.
"Quite confident any one of us is wanted for questioning or worse by any other one of our respective governments mate." Peter replies smartly.
Nods occur on every screen, and Maria finds herself doing so as well. She shrugs, shivering at the sound of a battering ram now being slammed ineffectively against her apartment door. "Fury's protocols were extensively plotted and planned out. Factoring in Cause of Dissolution, Perpetrators, those of us still standing, and even attendance of this meeting.." She notes, indicating a few blank seats at the table. "Say what you will about Fury, but he thoroughly planned for more contingencies than I can even dream up. He picked Noah for GOA for a reason. Good enough for me." The slamming behind her goes quiet. She curses inaudibly. "Ok, time to bolt. Good luck gentlemen." She closes the tough-book. As soon as the case clicks closed she hears sparking from inside, and the smell of burned metal and plastic assails her. ... Tracks covered With that, she's on her feet and shouldering her go bag. Burner Phone in hand, she dials the one man in America who can help her now and makes for the secret sewer access tunnel.
========
Peter Wisdom frowns as his own screen goes blank, and swivels in his chair to look at the others gathered in his office. He looks to the eldest man there. "Lance?"
"Fury. What a fine bastard he is." The older man practically spits in disgust. "First he dismantles STRIKE, RCX, and even WHO, then he absorbs every resource MI-6 would let him... And now... What? Expects us to rebuild them each from the ground up? Overnight? STRIKE and WHO weren't getting it done, that's why we assimilated in the first place...
Peter frowns, and looks at the other two who had not yet spoken. "James... When Alistaire and I reluctantly took positions with MI-6, you made us an offer. Does that offer still stand?"
James thinks. Nods. A smile slowly forms. "I think so. It will require some maneuvering, but I think I still have the clout within Parliament." James says finally, polishing his monocle. Beside him, Alastaire goes wide eyed with shock.
Peter shrugs, retrieves a crystal decanter from the nearby hutch and four glasses. He pours each a finger of the thick liquor each and raises his glass in toast. "There it is then. We four begin it. MI-13..." The four glasses clink in unison.
