<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/WM001.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> War Machine Armor<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Tokyo skies, safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Diamondback, Blade<br/></span></span><hr/>The War Machine armor continues it’s flight through the lower atmosphere above the island of Japan. By now, he’s sure he’s shaken his tail. War Machine’s radar cross section is small enough that any operating station would have a hell of a time locking onto him, or even finding him. He’s circled enough, he thinks.<br/><br/>“Plot a course to Rurouni station.”   The HUD in his helmet now begins to draw a soft gold colored line along the horizon he sees. His body pivots a little, his left palm repulsor cutting out for a moment as he adjusts his course. Once he’s all lined up with his new course, the flaps along his back draw in and he accelerates. He covers –a lot- of ground quickly, though still not quite as fast as he would with any number of the Iron Man armors. But he doesn’t just fly and nothing else. One of Tony’s little OCD things is that he always has to be doing something, physically or mentally. He gets antsy if he’s asked to just sit quietly. So as he flies to his safehouse, he’s going over what communication signals his armor can pick up. Which aren’t a lot. But what he realizes.. the enemy forces<em>do</em>have full communications. Wholly uninterrupted communications. In his current state, he can’t decipher exactly what the communications are, only that they are there. And that’s all Tony Stark needs to know in order to come up with a plan. A few plans.<br/><br/>And then finally… he can’t say precisely how long he’s been in the air, but it feels like he just flew from New York. Again. But finally his objective comes into view. Mount Kumotori, a mountain not so far from Tokyo. Part of the Ishione mountain range, it’s difficult to get to. Which made it perfect for a hidden base. A Tony Stark hidden base, therefore awesome base of operations. Keeping his armored form amongst the clouds, he actually circles the mountain once, just to scout it out. Doesn’t look like any of the baddies are in the area. Once confident the area is relatively secure, he turns once more towards the mountain itself. His HUD continues to show him the course he’ll need to take to actually get into the base. If you were an onlooker, you might think that he’s about to crash right into the mountainside. But he’s Tony Stark. He doesn’t do dumb things like crash into mountainsides. He’s about 100 feet from the mountain’s surface, and an entry way seems to suddenly materialize. A few small trees and a boulder seem to just slide into the ground, exposing an entry way. He flies right into the entrance, and the trees and the boulder emerge once more to hide one of his base’s entrances.<br/><br/>He flies at a downward angle along a twisting metallic corridor, flying for about 30 seconds more. And finally, he drops into his workshop from an entrance in the ceiling. War Machine lands with a loud ‘CLANG’, and he stumbles forward a step as he groans. The ceiling above him suddenly comes to life, about a dozen slim mechanical arms reaching down towards him.  “Get me out of this fucking armor”  he says in an angry tone. The ‘hands’ affixed to the mechanical limbs all lock onto different areas of his armor, unlatching and unfastening it one piece at a time. With the sounds of gears whirring and power being routed through the arms, the War Machine armor is drawn away from Tony’s form. He breathes a little heavily as the armor is pulled away, and he then leans on a near table. The War Machine armor remains there hanging in the air, the arms holding each piece aloft. Now he looks down at himself… almost his whole upper torso and arms covered in blood. His best friend’s blood. His upper body lurches forward as he feels himself gagging for a moment, and he then drops to one knee. He sits down on the floor after a moment, leaning against the table. His eyes are closed tightly, his head tilted back as he sits there, feeling just absolutely nauseous at the moment.<br/><br/>But he is awesome, therefore his loss of composure lasts for about 3 minutes. His eyes flutter open, and his voice now comes forth in a soft tone.  “Jarvis.. are you there?”   The voice of his assistant AI immediately comes forth from nowhere specifically in the room.<br/>++Always, sir.++<br/>Tony finds himself smiling a little as he hears the soothing voice, and he sits up a little.   “Put together some telemetry,  borrow some sat navs if needed. I want to know what this is. I want to know where we are.”  Jarvis’ voice comes forth again.<br/>++I have already began putting together intelligence. Perhaps you would like to review it after you get cleaned up.++<br/>Mr. Stark smiles a little at the suggestion.    “Thanks, mom.”  He says as he slowly pushes himself up. He leans heavily on the table, and he then starts to take the jacket off he is wearing. He drops the jacket on the floor, and then starts to unbutton the shirt he is wearing.  “Make sure to let our guests in when they get here. They aren’t gonna be on the same page as me at first.”<br/><br/>++Yes, sir.++<br/>Tony takes a deep breath, and he now starts to walk across the workshop floor. It’s actually similar to the workshop he had in his home. A vast floor with small trinkets and gadget strewn here and there. Everything he could want in a home away from home. And this is intentional. When you’re a billionaire playboy philanthropist, you can make your summer home(s) look however the hell you want. For Tony.. that means a workshop with more advanced technology within than most countries even know exist. He slowly walks towards a doorway at the opposite end of the workshop. A doorway leading to his private bedroom. When you’re a billionaire playboy philanthropist, you can have your bachelor pad right next to your superhigh tech play area.<br/><br/>As he walks, his eyes fall on the armors he has on display in the workshop. 3 different armors ‘mothballed’ here at Rurouni Station. The stealth armor, deep space armor and a version of the Mark II.<br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/StealtharmorA.jpg)  (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/IronManVariantE02A.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mk2var.jpg).<br/>They are all behind reinforced glass, displayed as if they could just start walking on their own. Tony stops.. and he stares at them. His dark colored eyes narrow a little, and now ideas and theories start to fill his mind. His body turns slowly, and he continues to his bedroom, his eyes lingering on the armors for a few moments more. And then… he disappears into his room to get cleaned up.<br/><br/>Company coming over and all.<br/>