<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/74814A.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Genius, Man With The Plan<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Rurouni Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Diamondback, Blade<br/></span></span><hr/>Tony keeps his eyes on the holographic image before him, the softly glowing outlined Earth model. As more and more of it is highlighted in red, he hears Rachel say she’s going to get freshened up. Huzzah. He glances to her with a small nod as she crosses the room and disappears into the elevator, and he wonders if he has to check the silverware after she is out of his sight. Ah, if she was with Steve for even a little bit, she has to have some of that goody good inside of her. People like that don’t steal silverware.<br/><br/>He clicks his fingers, and then brushes his hand in front of the globe projection. As if he had touched a physical globe, it spins slowly on its axis, showing more of the world to him. He crosses his arms across his chest as he looks over the damage, his brows furrowed. After a few minutes of just staring silently at the globe, he says softly   “Kind of worse than all the wars put together, huh.”<br/><br/>++I surely would not know without further inve++       “It was rhetorical… show me the most current geostationary satellite trackers..”      Jarvis falls silent with Tony’s harsh tone, and almost instantly all around the globe small glowing green circles appear. They all orbit with the globe slowly, and Tony’s head tilts to one side as he now paces back and forth absently.    ++There are approximately 4,000 satellites currently in orbit. I have tried patching into multiple systems, but many of them have been compromised.++    As Jarvis speaks, Tony’s fingers snap with an almost nervous habit, and he then nods to Jarvis’ report.     “Which we knew. Seems this fella is keen on total domination. Earth and the heavens and all the signals between… show me the confirmed compromised satellites.”<br/><br/>Tony now takes a few steps away from the table as Jarvis works, and he pulls over a rolling office chair. One with many small burns in its fabric face. As some of the small glowing green dot turn red, he plops down in the chair and leans back, his eyes back on the holographic display.   “Uh huh.. any patterns? He probably took.. military satellites, communication and defense in nature. Probably most of the major media satellites and cellular coverage, right?”   There is a brief pause before Jarvis answers      ++It would seem so, sir. The intelligence I have gathered thus far is based on smaller, less powerful satellites. Or satellites used for educational purposes.++    “So when I get the global communications back up, that’s gonna be what we’ll have to do. Sneak into whatever satellite we can.. use it for as long as we can.. until we’re detected and locked out.”   He nods at the simple brilliance of his plan.<br/><br/>Just as Rachel re-enters the workshop, Tony is indeed staring at the globe still. Though it looks a little different now than it did, colored with blues, reds and greens all along it. Tony starts to speak, then he glances at her.     “Not good is a good wa-“    when he actually sees her, he finds himself doing a double take, his eyes widening a little.    “Uh”   he says softly before looking back towards the globe    “Not good is a good way of  putting it. We’re maybe.. 2 steps below a Galactus sized event, about 20 steps above a Loki sized event.”   Now he pushes himself to his feet, absently clicking his fingers together as he speaks, his eyes staring at the globe.    “Jarvis, what’re the numbers?”<br/><br/>++The information I have gathered is most likely inaccurate, given the low threshold of date gath++     “Jarvis the numbers.”   Tony says in kind of a stern, inpatient tone. There is a moment’s hesitation, and then Jarvis’ voice comes forth once more. Not as confident as before, like someone who is indeed delivering bad news to a friend. Which is exactly what this is.<br/><br/><br/>++Current estimates stand at a loss of two billion, eight hundred seventy million dead. Approximately another one billion, three hundred million missing. Again, these are just estimates.++<br/><br/><br/>Now Tony slumps in his chair a little as he stares at the globe, speaking softly.    “41% of the human race wiped out..”   he shakes his head as he sighs heavily, looking towards Rachel out of the corner of his eyes.  “When I said we were an endangered species, I wasn’t joking.”  His hands then fold on his chest, and he stares at his folded hands as he seems to lose himself in thought.. or perhaps it’s worry in disguise. Like he wants to make it seem like he’s hatching some kind of brilliant plan, and not worrying about those he loves..<br/>