Topic: Ultimate Battle

This is an RPG where there is a massive battle going on between good and evil on a remote planet. You can enter the fray as a single character, or as a team of characters you control. You will name your team, and you can join existing teams with consent of the team leader. When you make a team, state the members, their descriptions and powers, and your affiliation. There are two affiliations, Vanguards of Justice (a newly created detachment of the Alliance of Free Worlds, good), and The New Princes of Destruction (evil). You can also be neutral, help either side, or be mercenaries. The setting is in the far future, an evil Interstellar empire has conquered much of the galaxy, and the Alliance of Free Worlds has been reduced to a few worlds in remote systems, and their capital world, Earth. Earth had been turned into a nuclear wasteland over 1000 years ago, forcing the expansion of humankind to other worlds. Our world was forgotten. But, when the forces of evil began to gain power, Earth was rediscovered by the Alliance of Free Worlds. Advanced technology de-radiated Earth, and kept it hidden. But, the war has come to one final battle. Both sides have put all their forces onto this planet, and the Vanguards of Justice are the Alliance's last hope; if they are wiped out, nothing will stop the New Princes of Destruction from discovering Earth, and wiping out free man. Choose your side wisely.

Here is the twist: the combatants are pulled from alternate universes or realities by a mysterious portal placed on this world. It has unknown properties, but also means that your team and characters can be anyone. ANYone. For example, people from the Marvel universe, Star Wars, Warhammer 40k, Star Trek, DC, even Lord of The Rings if you like. Or, I encourage the creation of original characters, these factions do have armies as well. There are also wild creatures that stalk some regions of the planet. You do not have to be on the battle field at all times, although that is where most of the action is going to be. The planet is similar to Mars, and the main battlefield (Dagorlad) is mainly flat, dusty terrain with a few clusters and spires of rock. There are canyons elsewhere on the planet. The max team size is 7, but teams can work together obviously. No more than 2 characters from one universe e.g. you could not have Vader, Luke, and Han Solo, only 2 SW guys. The beings from other realities are called outsiders by the troops. You can be commander of a standard military unit, or foot soldier, pilot, etc. if you wish. The military of both sides are very technologically advanced, think mechs and spaceships and lasers, although some conventional firearms are occasionally used and accepted.

RULES: No "god" characters. If you choose someone with "god-like" powers, give them a small weakness, and use one character. Example of such characters: Galactus, Thor, etc.
Merciless Mandalore's team sheet:
Affiliation: Vanguards of Justice
Team Name: Tactical Elimination Squadron 189; nicknamed "Bad Company"
Members: Boba Fett, Master Chief, Iron Man, Ragnar Blackmane, Solid Snake, and Deadpool.

Boba Fett:
Occupation:Mandalorian Bounty Hunter
Height: 6'
Appearance: Green Mandalorian battle armor, gray undersuit.
Weapons: EE-3 blaster rifle, many secondary.

Master Chief:
Occupation:Spartan UNSC soldier, defender of Earth.
Height: 7'1
Appearance: Green Mk VI Mjolnir power armor.
Weapons: Br-55 battle rifle, Spartan Laser.

Iron Man:
Occupation:Weapons contractor, Avenger, superhero
Height: 6'1
Appearance: Red and gold Iron Man suit, full body flying armor
Weapons: Hand repulsors, unibeam, missiles, and more.

Ragnar Blackmane:
Occupaton: Space Wolf
Height: (honestly, not sure) 7' (guess)
Appearance: Heavy space wolf armor, with Fenrisian Wolf Pelt
Weapons/Powers: Heavy pistol, Chain sword/ Superhuman strength and durability

Solid Snake:
Occupation: Foxhound elite soldier
Height: 6' (not sure)
Appearance: well built, grey suit, headband, brown hair.
Weapons/Powers: Many conventional weapons, powerful in hand- to hand combat. Skilled in all weapons and martial arts.

Deadpool:
Occupation: Mercenary; "Cleanser of the gene pool"
Height: 6' (not sure)
Appearance: full body skin tight red and black suit. Many ammo pouches, weapons, grenades, etc.
Weapons/Powers: Two katanas, pistols, machine guns, grenades./ Teleport ability, incredible healing factor. Skilled in all weapons and martial arts.

I think the battel with Darth Maul is one of the crazyist battels!

Affiliation: Ass-Kickers United (AKU)
Team Name: Team Maverick
Members:

"Chuck" Norris
Appearance: http://historicmoment.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/chuck-norris-002.jpg
Weapons: Multiple semi-automatic weapons, various styles of Kung Fu, mustache

Stormtrooper X
Appearance: http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/a/ae/StormtrooperX.jpg/250px-StormtrooperX.jpg
Weapons: Sniper rifle, two DC-15A blasters, grenades, utility belt containing food, energy capsules, ammo, a grappling hook, and whatever else you might need to survive for two months away from civilization.

Indiana Jones
Appearance: http://news.filefront.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/next_gen_indy_game_cover.jpg
Weapons: 10' bullwhip, one "six-shooter", one 9mm pistol, fists, teeth, feet, whatever he can use as a weapon.

Neo
Appearance: http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/n/neo1.jpg
Weapons: all styles of martial arts, also uses anything he can. also has the ability to fly.

((not fair man, you win by default with Chuck on your team))

(it's a different person, he just looks like Chuck Norris)

((Ah, I see now, didnt notice the "s))

Name: Jack
Age: 28
Affiliation: None yet
Appearance:  Blonde hair, blue eyes.  Think Captain America without his mask.  Works out often so is quite muscular.  Wears a black trench coat loaded with all sorts of weapons underneath, from knives, to grenades.  Versed in long-range and melee (but especially loves melee).  Main melee is smaller katana with wakizashi in other hand.
Personality:  Friendly and jovial.  Talks a lot.  Even while fighting.  Some swear he has defeated some with his voice alone.  He will make really bad jokes while fighting and go on and on about the most random things.
Powers:  Has the ability to imitate any fighting style after watching it once.  This is still not known as a mutant power or an intellectual thing.  Has a highly increased healing factor.  A shot to the head would render him unconscious.  But he would heal.  Heart is still fatal.  And poison.  So it is assumed that he is in fact a mutant.
History:  Son of two deceased superheroes.  They were brutally murdered when he was 15 by what he thinks is a super-villain.  Was randomly pulled out of a portal.

Jack stumbled across the barren wasteland not exactly knowing where he was.  There he was chatting it up with Dr. Demento while pwning his butt and all of a sudden he was here.

"Those must have been some bad chimichangas.  Either this is all some horrible dream or I have been transported to some place across time and space 1000 years into the future after Earth has been torn apart by nuclear warfare forcing the human population off of Earth to expand until the good guys remembered it de-radiated it and settled thereas a base but the baddies who were growing in power are looking to root out the last of the good guys who are on Earth and I am now in the middle of the planet being battled on.  *Breath*  Naw that's way too far-fetched.  I mean the odds are... HOLY CHICKEN NUGGETS AND ALL THAT IS CRISPY!  I see someone!  I'm saved!  Hooray!  I shall live again to see my beloved scooter!"

Name: Flame (real name unknown, though he has memories of being called John)
  Affiliation: neutral.
  Age: Unknown, estimated between 25 and 31
  Appearance: (think argonian from elderscrolls IV oblivion) 6'0" covered in dark grey/light tan scales.  Black pants, with green "fire" pattern on the outer legs. yellowish snake-like eyes
  Personality: Harsh, and quick to act, however, can and will be a loyal ally to those he calls "friend"
  Powers: Pyrokinetic, is telepathic, can hear especially "loud" thoughts and can read minds/"talk" to people Can usually sense people around him, unless they are say shielded, have a mental wall. Can fly, though is somewhat clumsy in the air..

  It was raining again in Mission City, which was good Flame supposed, as it did help control some of the fire. Lightning flashed in the distance, briefly illuminating the city in its harsh white light. Flame was standing in the middle of what used to be a building, it was now a charred ruin. Flame stood, looking down at the charred skeleton on the floor before him. He was unsure what he felt, hate, anger, perhaps a small amount of regret.

  Samantha Greene didnt like this, dispatch had sent her and her partner out to investigate this building, which had seemed to burn up in less then a few minuets. She was going in while her partner stayed outside, ready to provide backup if something happened. She walked into what seemed to be the former living room, in the center of the house.

  Flame was distracted, otherwise he wouldn't have needed the crunch of bone to tell him some one was behind him. He spun around.

  Officer Greene had seen some strange things before, she lived in mission city, that was to be expected, but she had never seen a six foot talll humanoid lizard standing in a burnt down building looking at what appeared to be a corpse. She took aim with her pistol and began to step forward. There was a sudden, crunch as she stepped on a charred bone. The lizard-person spun around, eyes seeming to glow as it began to step forward raising its arm. There was a crack as what looked like a bolt of lightning Samantha was thrown back, crashing through what remained of a wall, when her vision cleared and she could stand, she saw that the lizard man was gone. 

--

  Everything was dark. Flame felt sick, and now he could hear voices, faint, but there. He could hear what they were saying. "-need to get the containment team ready, he might react violently."  "Their on their way, get ready, hes coming through." Flames senses overloaded, everything seemed to go out for a second. Vision returned first, and violently. A technician stood in front of him. "Are you ok? The teleportation process is rather har-" Flame reached forward and grabbed him by the neck. Another technician looked up and yelled "Security! Security!" Flame light him on fire,  turning his cries for security into screams of agony. He broke the other's neck. The walls seemed weak, there were ten people running down the hall outside the door. He turned, igniting his arm and broke through the wall. He was outside. He lifted off, the psychic energy kicking up a small cloud of dust and debris as the small outpost burned behind him

(Nice to see a cameo role for your character from Superhumans, but we're unfortunately not in Mission City this time, it's some planet similar to Mars.)

(I know :P Read the first two paragraphs of the first thing, people from alternate realities :P)

Alright! Let's get this ultimate party started.

The 189th tactical elimination squad was sitting around on the ground behind a staging area for the Alliance's close air support craft, landing, taking off, refueling. All of a sudden, one of the ships sailed through the sky, smoking towards the ground, ending in a fiery explosion. The source of the crash, a 100 foot tall robot followed by 1200 troops of evil, came towards the base. Deadpool teleported 10 feet ahead, appearing 5 feet above the ground in a crouching position, and hit the ground running, both smg's drawn and ready. Ragnar ignited his massive chainsword, charging to battle, the ground rumbling. Master Chief readied his weapon, sprinting faster than humanly possible yet shaking the ground, quickly catching up to Deadpool. Solid Snake mumbled something and ran ahead, assault rifle at the ready. Boba Fett and Iron Man took to the skies, rockets and lasers firing. Iron Man smashed into the ground, knocking 10 men down, while Fett landed on the robot's head, disabled it while sniping soldiers during the collapse. They fought as though they had been a team forever, strangely bonded in combat.

Name: Alyn Jenna
Affiliation:  Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary
Height: 5’8”
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See Hero Machine: http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine2/heromachine2.asp
Weapons: Uzi and Rail Gun (from Red Faction)
Personality: Witty, daring and an outrageous flirt (swings both ways).

Alyn walked through the windy plains of the Nelex Valley, the red dust swirled as she shifted her scarf to cover the lower half of her face. She was angry at herself for going way too fast and smashing her speeder on a rock face that had simply appeared from nowhere.

She growled under her breath as she saw a bunch of armoured fools awaiting her at the Valley’s entrance. “Hey boys, wanna play?” she asked as she lifted her Uzi.

The fools prepared to fight Alyn took out four within the first 30 seconds. She decided to play with the other two. She shot one in the leg since he was close enough to get enough accuracy with the Uzi as for the second she tossed a dagger at him scoring a hit just above his armpit.

“Oh you boys are really slow, I want a challenge.” She taunted.

Jack ran towards the figure and quickly found out he was flying.  And he was a lizard.  Hmm.  The appearance seemed quite familiar.  Jack cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "FLAME!  IS THAT YOU!  AM I SEEING A FAMILIAR FACE?!  OR HAS HEATSTROKE SET IN AND I AM SLOWLY LOSING MY MIND!  Oh wait a second.  Too late.  IS THAT YOU M'BOY?!"

The lizard man stopped and faced Jack.

Ok, I'm bringing in a group.....Be ready for a surprise though. Its.....unusual.

Affiliation: good guys (names too big to remember)
Team name: Super Squad
Members: Silent Pete, Lance Corporal Mark Sweiters (sp?), Darman and Mereel, Tom (Spartan III)

Member 1 Silent Pete
Occupation: Driver
Appearance: http://www.halo3planet.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/marathon.jpg
Weapons: M12 LRV Warthog, MA5B, anything he picks up.

Member 2: Mark Sweiters (Lance Corporal)
Occupation: Marine Sniper
Appearance: Khaki pants and hat, desert camo-ish, ghili suit at times.
Weapons: M40 sniper rifle, silenced USP pistol. Frags and Flashes

Member 3: Mereel
Occupation: Null-Class ARC
Appearance: BlueTrimmed ARC Armor, Jango Fett (face)
Weapons: Grenades, dual-pistols, Merr-Son Reciprocating Quad Blaster. Anything else he wants.

Member 4: Darman
Occupation: Republic Commando, Omega squad.
Appearance: Black Katarn Armor, Jango Fett (face)
Weapons: DC-17 (all attachments), bowcaster, Verpine Shatter Gun.

Member 5: Tom
Occupation: Spartan III, Beta Company. Aide to Kurt, Spartan II
Appearance: SPI Armor, dark hair.
Weapons: MA5K Assault Rifle, M6D Sidearm, grenades, etc. Stealth armor.

Thats all for now. This aught to be fun.

((quick update: there are a few main units in the evil army, light troops, with machine guns and jump packs, heavy troops, which are around 7 feet tall, fully armored, and have a grenade launcher and plasma rifle, hover tanks, mega robots, etc. All evil troops are masked. This is pretty open ended, so feel free to create locales and enemies as you see fit. Good troops are essentially standard soldiers with weak assault rifles, and assorted specialty weapons. Good side also has heavy rocket troops, and tanks. Good troops also have commando scouts.))

Bad Company had just finished mopping the 1000 some odd number of shock troops. Snake suggested it would be best to split up into pairs, and search the surrounding areas for more scouts. They agreed. After some amount of argument and threatenings of neck-snapping, evisceration, and disintegration, Boba Fett went with Iron Man, Master Chief went with Ragnar, and Deadpool went with Solid Snake. Fett and Iron Man (Tony Stark) lifted off, and the other two groups got in two lightly armed transport vehicles, a 4 passenger speeder with two front mounted light machine guns.
   Fett and Stark landed in what their HUDs identified as the Nelex Valley. "When do I get paid. This place is drier than Tatooine" Said Fett.
   "What are you talking about?" Stark said in genuine confusion. "Your'e not getting paid for this. And where's Tatooine?"
   "Then I have no time for such trivial pursuits." Fett rocketed off, but was surprised to hear Stark's voice in his helmet.
   "Where are you going?"
   "Where the money is."
   "And where would that be..."
   "That's my business."
   "Well, my business is to keep you in line." Stark fired one of his hand repulsors at Fett, who dodged it, and came around, lining up a shot with his sawed off EE-3 blaster. Stark continued his volley, as did Fett. They both scored a few non-critical hits, and finally, after a few bad burns and perhaps some broken bones, Stark called a cease fire, as his armor had been temporarily disabled by Fett's ion gun. And the blaster staring him in the face convinced him. "We have to stop this evil."
   "It's these people's war. I don't need to get involved if there's nothing in it for me. Now should I just leave, or are you going to get in my way?" Fett cocked his head slightly.
   " I don't need your empty threats. I need your help. And there's no way you are getting off this planet. You are most likely billions of light years away from your homeworld, and if you go out on your own, you will most likely die."
   " As much as I hate partnering up, I see your logic. I will assist you for the time being. But don't hinder me, and do not cross me. This is my final warning."
   " Fine." Stark powered down his hand repulsor. His system had rebooted without Fett's knowledge. Or so he thought. Fett had secretly activated a portable energy shield. Just then, they heard gunfire, and went around the bend to see several dead bodies and one uzi weilding woman.

Alyn smiled, "Ah fresh meat," she muttered to herself as she stalked forward. It hadn't taken her long to finish the last two fools off. However she could see that this new band of brothers was of the hardier variety.

She switched weapons, she had a feeling she was going to need the Rail Gun to penetrate certain armour. "Greetings Merry Men," Alyn shouted with a smirk, "Have you come to make nice or mince meat?"

Flame turned around. It was Jack, but he already knew that. "Where are we?" Jack shrugged "How should I know, I was just riding my uber-manly scooter when I saw some guy doing something so I go to get something sharp and pointy to violently poke him with but I couldn't find anything so I went to the mall to buy something but the store was sold out so I had to go all the way across town and look in the other mall but they were closed so after that I went to wallmart to find something but when I got there I was distracted by the greeter who looked oddly like an aging Fonze, when I saw a street vendor selling chimichangas across the street so I went to buy some but he turned out to be selling hotdogs instead so I went back to wallmart and I bought a hotpocket which got stolen by runaway shopping cart which had a hood ornament shaped like a cheeseburger on it when I decided to-" Flame grabbed him by the throat. "Where are we?" he growled. Jack failed to answer and flame dropped him, lifting off into the sky. He heard gunfire in the distance, and he went to investigate

Alyn was waiting for her answer but all heads turned upwards. Reluctantly Alyn followed their glance to see a flying lizard man with a bellowing blonde man running and chattering along behind him. "So another pair to join the party," she started then realised who the lizard man was. "Flame? You old son of a gun, is that you?"

Flame was surprised, to say the least. Alyn was an old friend, she had provided him a home after he had escaped. Because of how quickly she had helped him, despite what he was, she was like family to him. He had no idea what to say, he hadn't seen her in a very long time, but before he did anything like that he had to figure out how to shut up Jack, and if he might need to deal with the other two newcomers.

Alyn saw recognition dawn on Flame’s face but he said nothing. It appeared that he was most annoyed with the loud mouth behind him. Alyn quickly turned her back on Flame and returned to look at the men before her.

Some may have thought it strange that Alyn was more at ease to let a mutant lizard man out of her field of vision but she and Flame went way back. The pair had been part of the laboratory experiment that had made Flame into the abomination he was today. Alyn had also been experimented on but her conditions were much less evident.

She was stronger than a normal woman and she had the ability to change the DNA in anybody she touched. The latter was not a gift that she often used but it did have its purposes.

The loud mouth continued talking and Alyn watched as Flame smacked him one when he refused to shut up.

Jack whistled under his breath at this women.  She was a looker.  Nothing compared to what he had, back in Mission City mind you. 

"Hey Flame.  She's pretty hot.  But I have a question.  Is she hot enough for you?  Get it flame boy?  Of course you do.  You're a smarty."  Flame smacked him upside the head enough to feel stars for a split second.  But his healing factor cleared that up lickety split.

"Ouch.  I can't velieve you'd do that to me.  After all we've been through.  Remember our first meeting?  It was friendship at first sight.  Or should I say mental attack.  You really blasted me one there.  Wasn't ready for it.  It really was a low blow.  Speaking of low blows..."

Jack winded up and sacked Flame.  Not hard but enough to bring him tears to his eyes. 

"That was for the headsmack.  And any pain you caused me in the past.  Not that it lasted long but that's beside the point.  I don't think I ever repaid you.  All I did was give, give, give.  Remember when you were near death?  Of course not you were lying on the ground unconscious.  Well I helped heal ya.  And know you owe me longer because that was satisfaction in itself.  So what do you say Flame old buddy old pal?"

Jack stuck out his hand to Flame looking to shake hands. 

((Sorry just felt kind of random.))

((Isn't that just Jack though? Totally Random :P ))

Flame looked down at Jack's hand, then his own, quickly, he pulled his arm back, igniting it, and slammed it forward, punching through Jack's gut. Jack doubled over, coughing up blood. Flame grabbed him by the throat, and stood him up straight, then backhanded him, dislocating his jaw and knocking him down.

Jack managed to get himself off the ground quite wobbly on his feet much to the amazement of the others present.  He grabbed his jaw and placed it back in with a sickening crack. 

"Heh.  That sure was a gutsy move.  You caught me slack-jawed!  BAHAHAHA!  I kill myself sometimes."

Jack out of the blue spun to face his bewildered guests. 

"So Flame, I think some introductions are in order."

Alyn stood slack jawed as she stared at Flame and his happy-go-lucky friend. No love seemed to be lost between then despite the tussle.

"I'm Alyn and remind me never to tick you off," she stated with an outstretched hand, though she still held onto the Rail Gun in her left hand.

Iron Man retracted his mask, showing his face. "I'm Tony Stark. Nice to meet you all. This is my associate, Boba Fett." Tony glanced at Fett expectantly, but he just stood there with hands ready at the holsters. "He doesn't say much." Tony was unnerved by the display of violence shown between the lizardman and the other man, but did not mention it as he seemed ok.

Suddenly, a speeder pulled up with Ragnar and Master Chief. "We need to move. The others are waiting" said Chief.
"I'll be there in a minute" replied Tony. Fett climbed in, and they sped off.

Okay heres my group.
Alliance:good guys(don't remember what there called sorry. (:
team name:Fire Team Bravo

1)Jason Bourne
appearance: dark hair.
occupation: assassin.
weapons:anything literally, sig sauer p226.

2)Captain Price
occupation:SAS soldier
appearance:
weapons: Silenced M4 assault rifle,  USP .45

3)Sgt. Robert Johnson
occupation:UNSC ODST Helljumper  Soldier
appearance:
Weapons:Battle Rifle,sheath knife, and M6G Magnum

4)Nick Fury
appearance:
occupation:soldier/former s.h.i.e.l.d. member.
weapons:silver dessert eagle, also uses anything else he finds.

((Haha.  Technically those two Captain Americas are the same.  But since all times works I guess it's okay.))

Winter Soldier is Bucky Cpt. America's old partner in world war II. He is technically a villan, but I'm making him good.

((I'm guessing you don't mean Hawkeye from M*A*S*H* :P ))

Alyn was glad that she didn't have to fight for the moment although she was rather confused by Flame and his friend. It seemed the friend had a healing factor - lucky for him.

"So what's doing, man? This sure ain't Kansas." Alyn said as she tapped her heels together, "I don't believe in fairies. Oh wait that's not it. There's no place like home, there's no place like home. Nup ain't working."

"English, speak English, not gibberish." Flame teased.

"Gibberish is my native tongue," Alyn replied as she stuck her tongue out at him. She was probably one of the few people who could actually get away with it, when it came to Flame. "So is anyone going to answer my question? I was on my speeder going through a grassy valley and if my eyes don't deceive me, there's no grass here."

(Shadow ranger... no more than two characters from each universe are allowed in each team. You have like 4 characters from the Marvel universe. And War Machine's weapons are very different from the Ironman's weapons. hence the different name/suit)

((Thank you, Valthonin. Glad to see people pay attention to rules. ShadowRanger, feel free to join in again, but with a team that follows the rules. I would keep Winter Soldier and War Machine if I were you. And yes, War Machine does have different weapons, that pic is from the movie. And Jason Bourne rules. p.s. I'm listening to Iron Man right now. :)))

"Well, I've got a battle to win. Anyone with me?" Tony Stark waited for a second, and blasted off. When he spotted the army of evil, he noticed it was a full battalion, thousands of troops with support vehicles. Instead of landing, he flew low to the ground, and put his shoulder into the hordes at 200 miles an hour, plowing through at least 100 troops before losing momentum. He hit the ground, and began firing both hand repulsors at full speed. 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10, men down. He began to lose count. In this brawl, he wasn't taking much damage, but he could barely see. Iron Man curled into a ball, and let them beat on him until he was covered. He then blasted off into the air, sending dozens flying. This was too much for even Bad Company. They needed help. "Calling all metahumans! Need assistance at..." He paused to dodge a missle. "Need assistance at coordinates 42 north, 73 west! Immediately!" He flew down to help out his comrades. They were charging into battle, although they were starting to get surrounded. He landed at their rear and fired his monobeam. Master Chief had run out of ammo in two smgs, and began bludgeoning the enemies with his fists. He then picked up a .50 caliber machine gun from one of the heavy troops like it was nothing, and fired away. Ragnar fought valiantly, hacking and smashing with his chainsword. Blood sprayed around them, and his sword threatened to clog with the gore and metal, at which point he pulled out his bolter pistol. Deadpool teleported from soldier to soldier, appearing right in their face, following up with a katana through the cranium. He then pulled out two machine guns, leaped into the air guns blazing, then when he landed, spun around until his clips were empty. (think merc's revenge for those of you who played MUA.) Solid Snake rolled between enemies, breaking their necks, occasionally stuffing a grenade in their mouth. He then floated into the sky with his robot quickly, while firing rockets while he was aloft. Boba Fett had dual laser pistols, and was constantly spinning, his barrels as hot as his flamethrower he torched the enemies with. They burned alive, and Fett ignored their screams. As he began to get overwhelmed, he rocketed into the air, and backflipped to fire his rocket and clear the area. He landed and kept firing with weapons he scavenged off the fallen, and fired the occasional poison dart. Stark thought "I hope that help comes soon. I'm gonna have to resort to biting people soon."

yeah I realized  that. I'm going to change it though.

About War Machine. I was told that He was basically Ironman but with mark 2 armor. I'm taking him, winter soldier, Cap America out and adding two new guys. Oh and Hawkeye to.

IC: Jason felt the air rush by as he fell through the air after jumping off of a building to avoid Noah Vosen and the Blackbrire agents. SMASH!!! His body plunged  into the cold water. He sank seven to ten feet before he began to swim towards the surface. About three feet before he arrived at the top of the river, his body disappeared.

"What," Jason said in surprise. A vast land lay before him. Ruined buildings and parts of the landscape made it clear to Jason that this was a war zone. He reached into his pocket. In it was his Sig Sauer P226 pistol.

A voice behind him said,"What a bloody mess. Did those Spetnaz soldiers do this?"

Jason turned to see a man with a beard wearing camouflage clothing and a camo hat. In his hands he held an assault rifle.

'I'm Captain Price," the man said. "I'm in the  SAS. Or I used to be before I died. Wait, I should be dead. I was being pursued by a group of Russian terrorists. A tanker exploded behind me and my men. Injuring me. The I saw "Soap" MacTavish shoot the terrorist leader. Then I was hear."

Jason looked at the man with a confused look on his face. He started to respond when a man with a helmet and armor on appeared. In his hands he held a rifle that neither Jason nor Price had seen before.

"Are you men with the UNSC?"he asked.

"What's that?" Jason questioned," and what kind of weapon is that?"

"What?! You don't know what the UNSC is!"

"Never heard of it," Jason replied.

"Good lord, it's humanities only hope against the Covenant!!!!" the man responded and then continued,"I'm an ODST Hell Jumper in the UNSC.

"Is the Covenant some kind of  religous cult?" Price asked.

"They're aliens!"

"Huh? I've never seen an alien in my life." Jason said.
Suddenly  a fourth man appeared just as confused as the previous three that stood before him.

"Who are you?" Jason wondered out loud.

"I'm Nick Fury and who are you men?" He responded.

"I'm Sgt. Robert Johnson." the soldier responded.

"I'm Jason Bourne."

"I'm Cpt. Price."

"Does anyone know where we are?" Fury asked.

No one did. After ten more minutes of speculations of the land's name they, decided to call it future earth.
They traveled towards the destroyed buildings in order to find shelter. They passed a sign that read,"_______City:two miles. Half a mile later they spotted two men with helmets, armor, and guns walking down the road.

"These guys don't look friendly," Jason said."Believe me, in my line of work you always can tell. Lets take 'em out."

He pulled out his pistol and crept towards the two men. Jason quickly shot one in the head and then he ran towards the other . The man turned the gun towards Jason. Just before he fired Jason dropped and slid on the ground taking the man's legs from under him.  He slammed the man's head onto the concrete, which cracked the man's visor. He then broke the man's neck with one swift motion."Alright, lets go." Jason said.

"Hey how about Fire Team Bravo as a team name," Price suggusted.

"Alright, Fire Team. Let's go to _________ City!"

"

((By the way if you stay up to date with Marvel,  the picture you used for Cap was the new Cap, who is Winter Soldier/ Bucky.))

Ok, I'm actually going to post (sorry, I've been PRETTY busy around here.....anyways). I'm not going to try to explain how my group met and formed, cus I've got no time. I'll pick up after that, and when you called for assistance. I MIGHT add another character later, but not sure.

ic:

A Warthog tore its way through blasted plains, music blaring loudly. It was driven by a armored figure, whose concave helmet and antenna over his right shoulder set him apart. The passenger seat was occupied by another armored figure, this one in white armor with blue trim. He was tuning a massive chain-gun like weapon. The Gauss cannon was occupied by a black armored figure with a T-slit visor that glowed blue. He had multiple weapons and explosives strapped to his armor. A human wearing desert-camo fatigues and a brimmed hat was braced in the bed of the Warthog, and was cradling his M40 sniper rifle. A faint shimmer next to him betrayed the presence of a fifth figure, clad in chameleon-like Semi-Powered Infiltration armor. The music was the only sound until the black-armored figure spoke.

"C'mon, Pete, turn it down. That craps giving me a headache. Its worse than the stuff Fi plays in his helmet." Darman laughed. "He claims its Mon-Cal opera, but nobody's fooled."

Mark Sweiters broke in. "Crap? Thats some good music! Where where you born? A glass bubble?"

"Actually, yeah."

"Oh."

Suddenly, a voice broke in over Pete's music. ""Calling all metahumans! Need assistance at coordinates 42 north, 73 west! Immediately!"

Mereel thought for a second. "Thats near here."

"Yeah, but what are meta-humans?" asked Mark.

"Probably Spartans, like me." said Tom, as he disengaged his camo.

"Dude, Spartans were ancient Greeks."

"Yes. But there are also other Spartans. Super-humans."

"Fine. But I still don't believe you're human. Any of you. 'Cept Pete, cus he knows good music."

Everyone sighed. Then Darman spoke. "If they need assistance, they must be fighting someone. Seppies, you think?"

"Seppies? Those like terrorists?"

"Terrorists? If they're humans in trouble, its probably Covenant."

Mereel broke in. "Whoever it is, they probably need help. And I'm spoiling for a fight."

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Back at the battle:

The fight was going against Bad Company. While they'd inflicted serious casualties, large numbers of reinforcements had arrived, along with ground and air-support. With Ironman having been blown out of the air by a missile, and Boba Fett having narrowly escaped death when a nearby explosion caused his jetpack to malfunction (I couldn't resist), they had no air cover and were being overrun. Ground troops were closing in, with two tanks and two gunships supporting. Suddenly, two cracks sounded out, and one of the gunships went down, closely followed by the second. A Jeep-like vehicle, crewed by a trio of armored figures, roared between Bad Company and the oncoming hoard. The Gauss cannon spat fire, and one of the tanks exploded. The hatch of the other was ripped open by an invisible figure, a burst of gunfire sounded, and tank swiveled to open fire on the enemy. Music pounded from the Warthog, and Darman and Mereel jumped out, opening fire with their Deeces and Cip-quads, respectively. The enemy fell back, disorganized and confused. Bad Company charged back into the battle, taking advantage of this confusion to renew the devastation.

Hope this works. Had to join in sometime.

((it works great. by the way shadowranger, if you want to join the battle we're in, we are on a mysterious planet in another part of the galaxy. The good guys are trying to hide earth from the bad guys. thanks. but you can fight there if you want.))

"Looks like your luck is holding out, John" said Cortana in Chief's helmet. He had almost forgotten about her in the fray. He looked around to see what she was talking about, and saw what looked like a Spartan in a warthog and some other fighters, but somewhat different. (Chief didn't know of the Spartan 3s did he?) Anyway, he was glad to see another Spartan, or at least a UNSC soldier. He felt more confident now. With this in mind, he rejoined the brawl with new courage.

Boba Fett cursed his jetpack and his rotten luck of landing on this obviously outer rim world in a battle with no recognizable Rebel or Imperial forces, but quickly suppressed his anger and reloaded. He did, however recognize these newcomers. They were clones of his father, Jango. A commando and an ARC. He watched his father train them. But... they should have died well over 20 standard years ago. Either way, he was glad to see some armor resembling that of the great Mandalorians, those whose armor he wore and culture he had admired. He knew they had a chance now.

Ragnar noticed a few new warriors. They looked smaller, but he saw that size did not matter, as was evidenced by Bad Company. They looked well armored and armed, battle worn, and appeared strong and invigorated as they blew into the lines of enemies. There was a camaraderie between the two with T shaped visors, not unlike that in the Space Wolves. It was good to have men who lived for battle.

Iron Man probably had more of a grip on what was going on than anyone, but was still pressed to his limits by this battle. He had just recovered from a solid hit from a missle. I dodged the other 200, he thought. "What took ya so long?" he said to the newcomers. "Are there others coming?" He could not make out an answer through the chaos. He continued pummeling enemies, tossing them into eachother. His suit granted him incredible strength, but his own endurance could only hold for so long. "I've faced worse" he mumbled, thinking of all the battles he had gotten the Avengers through." I sure could use their help right now.

Deadpool was enjoying killing, but their endless numbers were annoying. His incredible healing powers kept him ready to strike, never tiring. He had taken a few bullets, but he had healed already. He tossed a grenade in to the crowd, followed by screams, fire, blood. He had exhausted all his ammo, and that was his last grenade. His last 200 kills or so had been with his dual swords. He flashed from enemy to enemy, dissecting their flesh in a fatal strike. Snake, on the other hand, had sustained serious injuries. He kept firing, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

I am on that planet I guess, then. I made a mistake. I'll join the battle next post.

Jack sprinted off into the direction of the others.  He approached the scene with Flame and his friend hot on his heels.   Jack surveyed the scene.  There were all the others they had met before, plus some newcomers.  But one of these guys stood out.  He was wielding his swords and guns like an expert.  And his costume was one of the best things he had ever seen.

"I FREAKIN LOVE THAT GUYS COSTUME!  I must find out who made those threads."  Jack dashed off into the middle of the battle, Uzis spitting lead death.  He took some shots but continued on.  When his clip ran out he quickly pulled out his wakizashi and katana.  He hacked his way to the newcomer. 

"I'm Jack.  Pleased to meet you.  I absolutely love your costume."  Jack rolled took out the ankles of a soldier. 

"I know!  Some people say it's too Spider-man-esque.  But it's me.  At least its better than Marvel Girl's costume  That chaffed.  But either way it helps with the chicks.  Jack eh?  There are some unwanted memories.  The name's Deadpool.  I'm the merc with the mouth."  Deadpool threw his sword past Jack's ear and impaled another. 

"Man I like your style.  Bea Arthur is definitely a hottie.  So where can I get a costume like that?" 

"I do fittings on Wednesdays from 4-5."

Alyn decided to follow Flame and Jack, she still hadn't gotten her answer about the where and the why, but hey there were people to kill. Deciding to go for maximum kills, Alyn lined up the Rail Gun on about twenty dudes in a row. She fired and watched as a line of baddies fell to the ground. "Hehehe, rack up a score of 22 for me!"

Lowering the Rail Gun, Alyn changed to the Uzi since the Rail Gun needed to recharge. She fired left, she fired right, but unfortunately she wasn't looking where she was going and took a blade to the head and dropped to her knees. She coughed once saying "Ouch" before falling to the ground dead.

(And there is my shortest role in an RPG :P )

Will you make another character? Or are you just going to leave the RPG?

((We'll see, I told Adeptus that I wanted to finally have one of my main characters kick the bucket...))

Even with the newcomer's help, the odds were against bad company. Thousands against 9. But that was when the Alliance army came to help. 5,000 soldiers poured out of the dropships that came behind the heroes and warriors. Not all of the dropships made it back to the sky, some were knocked down by portable SAMs. With these reinforcements, it only took 30 minutes to win the battle. Afterwards, bad company and the others flew back to the base, and decided where to go from there. They needed to discover the mystery of the portals, and find the enemy's main headquarters.