MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe & Northern Asia
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				Title: <strong>MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:32:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">THREAD DIRECTORY</span></strong><br><br><strong>Administrative:</strong><br>Recruitment Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156287.msg7151369#msg7151369)<br>Character Biographies (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156367.msg7156000#msg7156000)<br>OOC &amp; Plot Discussion (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156288.msg7151409#msg7151409)<br>GM UPDATES!!! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156696.msg7176403#msg7176403)<br><br><strong>In-Character:</strong><br>New York (<em>Eastern US/Canada</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156508.msg7165306#msg7165306)<br>Los Angeles (<em>Western US/Mexico</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156511.msg7165393#msg7165393)<br>Moscow (<em>Europe &amp; Northern Asia</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156514.msg7165561#msg7165561)<br>Tokyo (<em>Asia &amp; Pacific Ring</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156520.msg7165755#msg7165755)<br>Cairo (<em>Middle East &amp; Africa</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156516.msg7165677#msg7165677)<br>Buenos Aires (<em>South America</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156522.msg7165804#msg7165804)<br></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">-&nbsp; MOSCOW&nbsp; -</span></span><br><br>(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/31_red_square_environment.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Where stockpiles of weapons and advanced military development took place while the cold war was brewing - new life as sprung up, as well as a violent purge of human life. Apocalypse and his military might specifically sought out Eastern Russia as a place to continue their weapon development and store mass quantities of weapons in old russian bunkers and storehouses spread across the rural landscape.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow is left in shambles with all of the military and political leadership exterminated. The local masses have gone into hiding in all the hold secret bunkers used in World War II to hide the Jews from the Nazi SS troops. The same feeling that had once petrified all of Europe in fear of mass genocide had frozen over again. Apocalypse was collecting the humans in groves and sending them to camps to be tested and either 'Judged' or 'Tried' at the hands of his superhuman soldiers. The lucky ones would perish - fatally poisoned by the potent serum concocted from Apocalypse's own blood; the rest were forced into service and would be using their newly found powers to subjugate their peers for the Ancient's conquest that had been millenia in the making.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 20:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mywallpapersite.com/d/24851-2/Lucy-Lawless-Wallpaper+_14_.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Sub-Villain<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow/ Near Hellfire, hidden bunker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; Open&nbsp; <br><br></span></span><hr><br>Long, lethal looking nails tapped out a staccato upon the iron rail as she gazed at the small group of bedraggled humans cowing in a corner of the bunker. Agitation and contempt settled easily upon the ancient and beauteous features that stared down at the chattel below. The whimpering and begging merely pulled full lips into a sneer, caused the soldiers that flanked her, weapons trained down into the bunkers depths to chortle with maniacal glee. <br><br>The humans thought they were being so clever, hiding within what was left behind from the last great war. Had they not realized yet that they could not hide from the Black Queen? A Goddess sees all, knows all. Her chin would lift as eyes of shocking blue flared bright, looking down her nose and through raven strands at a man who attempted heroism, shoving himself to the fore of the small gathering, arms out in a gesture of protection.<br><br><em> “ We will not go! Leave us alone Witch! I will die before I let you touch any of them!”</em><br><br>A brow would slowly lift, the sneer upon her mouth curling into a sinful smile before her head fell back and her sultry laugh bounced off the stone walls. She would move then, the sound of her heels tapping upon each stair as she descended much like a metronome of doom, her nails sliding along the railing like chalk on a chalkboard. The shrieks of the humans intensified as she eased ever nearer, coming to a stop at the bottom step, long lashed lids fluttering shut as she reveled in their terror. Leather clad hips would sway in a deadly rhythm as she made her languorous way towards the man who attempted to prove his worth, standing his ground so mightily. But though he tried so very hard, he had made the fatal mistake of allowing her to even come near. Humans were so easy, almost annoyingly so. Ruby lips would purse, a hand lifting to place a single nail under the mans chin to lift it, her fathomless gaze piercing his own. Her purr would be soft, gentle, the timbre a promise of unknown delights.<br><br><strong> “ Yes.. you will..”</strong><br><br>She would lean in, placing her Kiss upon his trembling mouth. At first the man seemed frozen, then relaxing a bit into her gesture, falling under her seductive spell. Her Kiss was divine, delicious, and his delight became evident quickly as the front of his tattered trousers bulged. But soon his struggles would&nbsp; begin. Her hand would shift to grip his chin fiercely, nails sinking into flesh, rivulets of crimson running over her hand, down his chin and throat. His fists beat at her shoulders, harshly at first as he struggled to break free, but moment by moment he became weaker. His body would begin to sink in itself, flesh withering, eyes falling into their sockets. He would emit a muffled scream against her devouring mouth just before Selene sucked him dry of ever bit of his life force, his body exploding into dust, his garments fluttering to the floor at her feet. There was silence now as several pairs of saucer round eyes stared at her from the shadowy corner. Licking her lips she would narrow her eyes at the people, smoothing still blood stained fingers back through her dark hair, sniffing in derision as she turned away from the group and looked to the soldiers that had watched the entire episode with glee. <br><br><strong> “ Gather the rest. They will be put to the Judgement.”</strong><br><br>With that she ascended once again to leave the bunker, the screams of fright following in her wake. Another group of humans for Apocalypse. Selene would make her way back to Hellfire. It was time to take stock of the new cache of weapons she'd gotten word they'd received.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 23:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Affiliation;</strong>&nbsp; The Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, heading away from Selene Gallio....for now.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tags;</strong>&nbsp; Open</span></span><br><br>The Apocalypse had come, literally one could easily say.&nbsp; Magneto sighed heavily as he watched the former would be leader of the Hellfire Club so very long ago round up more humans for the prison camps and the death camps run by the newest dictator, this one the worst history had ever seen.&nbsp; Erik had seen dictators before and this particular one was the most successful in his wicked agenda so far, but even the former terrorist and leader of his own scattered group of gifted individuals were ready to rain on this enemy's parade.&nbsp; Homo superior they might be, but even Erik hadn't been prepared to completely scatter humanity like so much chaff as Apocalypse was doing now.<br><br>He watched silently from a nearby, mostly intact building as guards went inside the bunker, rounded up the group that Selene had sent them in for before leading them away to God knew where.&nbsp; The screams they issued would have made him smile before the end of the world as he knew it, but now, especially with so many good men and women gone to the slaughter that was Apocalypse's bread and butter, the Master of Magnetism could not bear to see this go on for much longer.&nbsp; "Come, this area is no longer safe.'&nbsp; He commanded, his black and red cape fluttering about behind him as he turned and led the way out of the building, a former hotel and bar combo from the area downstairs that was still also mostly intact, although the bodies they had discovered showed that there had been some fighting.&nbsp; They needed to move and find somewhere else to go, fast before they were discovered.&nbsp; Besides, he had business with Selene before she got too far away.<br><br>Casting his old blue eyes about, Magneto grimaced at the smell that clung to everything these days.&nbsp; It was not often that he got so close to the dead and decaying personally, having seen more than enough of both in the death camps ran by the Germans during the second World War when he was still young, but when he did he had to stop for a few seconds to remember those horrible days and nights at that particular place and age.&nbsp; Sebastian Shaw had been the center of his torment then, and it was Sebastian Shaw that wound up Magneto's first true kill that he felt anything for, that particular feeling being pure and utter rage for all the pain he had had to endure at that man's hands, although before he died, Sebastian had given Erik a reason to keep fighting.<br><br>It was he, in his last moments, that made the man what he was now, a leader for all mutant kind that saw humanity as a plague in a sense, but even a plague had its uses, something that even Apocalypse seemed to agree on although at least Erik would not make them suffer as the genocidal tyrant seemed to be doing.&nbsp; Leading his small band of mutants away from the patrols as silently as possible, Erik silently bade two of his scouts to go ahead to find them a new safe haven, checking for enemy patrols the whole time as the small group below them hid as best they could.&nbsp; Hiding....it was something he didn't do well at all.&nbsp; But times had changed drastically and they had all been forced to adapt, adapt or die.&nbsp; His Brotherhood of Mutants had all but been destroyed, along with the rest of the world's major armies and defenses in a single day.&nbsp; His was just another in a long list of groups that had fallen, but like a phoenix rising from the ashes, he would rebuild anew.&nbsp; Besides, some of his old vigor was returning for some odd reason, suspecting that it might have been an unexpected side effect of the 'Cure' that he had been injected with.&nbsp; Some of his hair had turned brown over the months since he'd been injected what felt like ages ago now, and while the vast majority of it was still gray as was appropriate a man his age, Erik still felt stronger and more able than he had before.&nbsp; For what was coming, he'd need all the strength he could muster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 23:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://a3.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/148/95bd729a2a5c475598264b18b5d27992/l.jpg)(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQSm-ytl34cNP-yVS4UCMIdyW7XOHK6lfE-zSrw7x0sIGSs0f5EPWtpkPL5)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Sub-Villain<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow/ Hellfire<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> None&nbsp; <br><br></span></span><hr>Having returned to Hellfire, Selene had begun the business of checking the lists to see what new shipments of weapons had been received. Most assuredly a boring task, this paperwork. But Apocalypse demanded, and she acquiesced. She could be used much better were she allowed to simply decimate the pathetic humans, instead of gathering them in hoards and putting them to Judgment. But again, En Sabah Nur commanded, and she was his to use. So it was that she sat, gleaming eyes raking over the numbers, the maps before her with pertinent places marked, that the 'message' was received.<br><br>Her Master was not kind, exploding into her mind, slamming open the door without even so much as a by your leave. But Selene was no young, untried thing. She had been worshiped as a Goddess, had the Power of one, and had been claimed as a Horseman for a reason. Yet there was no denying the strength of Apocalypse, and her body would arch, head flinging back, her lovely face pulled into a tight grimace as she hissed in pain through clenched teeth. Nails left gouges in the table as her hands curled to claws. His orders echoed through her senses, and slowly, even through the pain, a sinister smile would curl those lips of death. <br><br><em>Famine, my ageless beauty, bring every human you can find to Judgment. Unearth the whole of Europe if you must. Bring every superhuman you can to Trial and test their might. Do&nbsp;not&nbsp;show mercy, and destroy any who would ask for it. Find me the man who killed Sebastian Shaw, I will see to his trial&nbsp;personally.</em><br><br>The break in his connection was just as harsh, and as her mind once again became her own, she would gasp, collapsing forward atop the table, fingers crinkling the maps as she panted. It was such a deadly thrill when the Master made his presence known. Though Selene felt like she was on a leash, sometimes that leash was a delight. Pushing herself to stand slowly, gathering her composure swiftly, she would bark out an order to bring the pair of soldiers that flanked her closed office door to open it, and await her command.<br><br><strong> “ Double up on the units seeking the humans as well as the mutants. All mutants are to be brought to me directly. Put humans to the Judgment in the field, kill without mercy if they fight in any manner. I want all available scouts out and searching for Magneto. It seems he has been foolish enough to let his presence be found out here in Moscow. Either bring him to me, or bring me word of where he hides and I will get him myself. Go. Fail, and I will kill you slowly.”</strong><br><br>With her orders given, she would settle down back into her chair, gazing at without really seeing the maps laid out before her. All she truly saw was red. It happened to be her second favorite color... <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 09:05:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn5.movieclips.com/millennium-entertainment/s/subject-two-2006/0465466_28185_MC_T.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> "Никто не"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, Белые столбы [White Pillars Psychiatric Hospital]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open <br><br></span></span><hr><br>The reach of Apocalypse has gone far around the world indeed. Selene, now Famine, may of been using Moscow as a base of operations but not everything that happened for the Vision was directly under her watchful gaze. In fact, White Pillars had probably been beneath her notice. When the forces of Apocalypse came to Russia, some had nowhere to run or hide- including the hundreds of patients at White Pillars Psychiatric Hospital. Hundreds of psychotic maniacs and criminals, easy Judgement for the Vision.<br><br>Of course- going by the reports not a single patient, staff member, medical specialist, or psychologist stationed there survived Judgement but that would be because they were weak. So why were one of Selene's squads back at the gates? Rumors of course, rumors of lights and sounds and figures in the windows.<br><br>A squad of four entered White Pillars to search the grounds to get to the bottom of it for Selene. And of course none of the squad that left the gates had anything to report to Selene when they came back. Nothing at all beyond just general feelings of being watched.<br><br>But that's the thing though. Of the four-man squad that went to look around in that old asylum for the forces of Apocalypse- only two of them came back out again. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 21:23:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Affiliation;</strong>&nbsp; The Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, heading away from Selene Gallio....for now.&nbsp; Heading towards the Psych Hospital<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tags;</strong>&nbsp; Open</span></span><br><br>After leaving the hotel and bar, Magneto received word from his scouts that had since teleported back to their current location that the way forward was clear, at least for now.&nbsp; There was an abandoned psychiatric hospital nearby and that they might be able to find food, medicine, and more if they could get to it before nightfall.&nbsp; "Good work my mutant brothers."&nbsp; Magneto said, indeed quite proud of his little force even if they were akin to rats crawling about in a maze full of predators and hunters alike.&nbsp; One wrong move and they'd be in deep trouble, but Magneto was confident that most of them if not all of them could get there in one piece as his teleports disappeared once more, leaving a yellow and red smoke trail behind them wherever they disappeared from before leaving a similar cloud of smoke when they appeared once more.&nbsp; The smoke reminded him of both Nightcrawler although whenever he disappeared he left a black cloud of sulfur and brimstone, while these two he had on his current team reminded him of Azezael of the former Hellfire Club he and his former associates had destroyed years ago now.<br><br>Whatever the case might have been or was now, it mattered little since these two were fresh out of the cradle in a sense in regards to being something beyond human.&nbsp; He had helped free them and several others that were less mobile upon his initial arrival to Moscow, having been aboard a simple steamer that had crossed the ocean from New York before flying the rest of the way using his own ability to manipulate metal and the energy around it.&nbsp; He had wanted to keep a low profile, and it was partly thanks to this desire to do so that he wasn't currently standing before Apocalypse now most likely, although Erik had no idea at present he was on the tyrant's most wanted list, with Selene being the one hunting him personally.<br><br>If he had, Erik might not have been so eager to go forward with this group as he currently was.&nbsp; He might have instead thrown them to the wolves and disappeared as surely as he had appeared if the situation presented itself since at present, it was every mutant for themselves these days.&nbsp; His destination had been Germany, where his parents had died along with the rest of his family during the Nazi regime, having felt it long past time since he had last visited their graves at the former death camp of Auschwitz, but Apocalypse had interrupted that idea when he had struck, forcing Erik to go into hiding along with what was left of his Brotherhood of Mutants.&nbsp; But now was not the time to remember the dead lest he wanted to join them as the group he lead now made their slow way forward.&nbsp; They almost made it until they turned a corner and came face to face with the two guards that had walked out of the same place they had been heading towards.<br><br>"RUN FORWARD!"&nbsp; Magneto shouted to his new brothers in arms, planning to hold these two back so his group could get to safety if all went well.&nbsp; His teleports didn't hesitate as they disappeared and appeared on the hospital's roof before finding a way inside the building through a vent shaft.&nbsp; The rest had to make due with more conventional means as Magneto raised his hands and lifted two considerably sized if partially ruined SUVs and sent them flying at the exo suited freaks of nature Apocalypse had created.&nbsp; "You have no idea who you're up against!"&nbsp; Magneto called as he lifted up into the air just as the cars exploded, sending pieces of shrapnel and debris in all directions.&nbsp; It was considerably noisy perhaps but he hoped it wouldn't be too closely investigated since even from here, he could still hear the sounds of fighting from other parts of the city.<br><br>"No, YOU have no idea who you're up against gramps!"&nbsp; The apparent leader of the two shouted back as a ball of electrical energy appeared in the man's right hand.&nbsp; He was untrained perhaps, but it seemed this young mutant had already learned a thing or two in regards to his ability as he threw the orb of lightning up at Magneto's flying form.&nbsp; A car door, what was left of it at least, seemed to appear just in time as the master of magnetism blocked the orb and sent the door he had used as a shield into the man's torso, the earlier exploding SUVs having done a fair bit of damage of their own as he could see damaged parts of their armored suits sparking and smoking with pieces of debris sticking out of them, yet neither of them seemed to mind much.&nbsp; The second mutant looked at half of what remained of his friend, the electrical bearing mutant having been torn in half by the door Magneto had launched like a serrated disc into the man, and took a step back before turning tail and running for all he was worth.&nbsp; He didn't get more than two dozen feet as Magneto flew after him.<br><br>"Stand and face me like a man or die like the dog you are!"&nbsp; Erik challenged the young mutant, hating to spill anymore blood than was necessary to accomplish his goals but he couldn't risk word getting out of where he was, let alone his group as much as he'd abandon them if it came to such a thing.&nbsp; He pulled a fire hydrant apart and aimed the jet stream that came out of the ruined hydrant at the fleeing mutant and immediately wished he hadn't as the water froze before exploding into thousands of shards.&nbsp; Erik wasn't quite able to block the iced over shards as he took a beating but avoided being shredded.&nbsp; "Interesting mutation you possess.&nbsp; The ability to flash freeze water.&nbsp; I knew a mutant like you that had a similar mutation, but he was able to simply make and manipulate ice as a whole rather than needing water to do it."<br><br>"Save your praise!&nbsp; Apocalypse will Judge you himself if he catches you!"&nbsp; Magneto didn't doubt it since he was rather infamous in his own right but he wasn't about to let this upstart be the one to cash in on his discovery as he picked up the metal suit itself and tore it apart with a wave of his hand, leaving the young man completely exposed before crushing him in what was left, grinding the man inside into a bloody pulp before letting the pieces fall where they would.<br><br>"But it shan't be you that tells him where to find me...my misguided brother."&nbsp; Erik said solemnly as he turned back to where he had sent his allies, hoping they had found sanctuary if nothing else since they had needed a break from the constant running and hiding so far today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><strong>Sixty Hours Ago – Muscovite Airspace</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Five Sukhoi SU-25 Attack Planes roared barely a hundred feet above the treetops, their powerful jet turbine engines sucking in the smoke laden air as they approached their target low and unseen. It had been only hours since the attacks began, with a full out superhuman assault upon Moscow itself. And it was worse, through the use of unknown technology, the enemy forces had used some of Russia's own nuclear arsenal against itself and neighbors, eliminating military bases with nuclear missile attacks. Before the first hour of the attack had finished, tens of thousands were dead, and the military and civilian leadership largely wiped out including every known airbase within quick striking range of Moscow proper.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But fortunately for these pilots, their airbase, named Sorge AFB after the famous WW2 spy, was still holding out solely because it was secret and thus by the time the enemy forces detected it, they were at full readiness. Leading the five plane strike package, Captain Khutulun 'Dynamo' Karpitskaya pushed out the thought of whether they would have a base to return to. An eight person force of enemy superhumans had attacked their base just an hour after the main attacks began. But an hour was all that Sorge Air Force Base needed to prepare its defenses. Normally tasked with testing and experimenting on cutting edge aeronautical engineering concepts and equipment, they were overlooked by the initial attacks. The bases garrison, albeit suffering considerable casualties of their own, had managed to kill five of the attackers and capture the other three who, as she scrambled to take off, were being 'interrogated.'<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With most of the prototypes and advanced aircraft simply unavailable for the raid, they had to break out the comparatively ancient SU-25's once used as target and aggressor aircraft in test flights into action. The amazing mechanics, Khutulan among them, managed to get five of them combat ready and now here they were en route to attacking the main enemy holding and the skies were literally clear... at least of friendly aircraft.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The five planes were operating on radio silence, hoping that the low level flight would keep them off enemy sensors or radars or whatever they were using and so far it was working. Whoever these enemies were, mutants or superhumans or whatever, they were so assured of victory that nothing had challenged them yet. Khutulan knew it wasn't going to last all the way to Moscow. Fortunately, they didn't have to go into Moscow. There was a reason why air to surface missiles were invented. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Radar blips started to erratically appear on the screens just as the planes roared over the outlying suburbs of the once proud city and already the massive plumes of smoke could be seen. The once beautiful modern skyline of the Moscow Business Center was in shambles and flames, sending thick torrents of pitch black and gray smoke billowing out over the Moskva River. The same could be seen with the Kremlin and Russian government buildings. She found herself cursing underbreath. They were still kilometers away and the devastation was making her eyes water. But she stopped shedding them upon noticing the the small humanoid specks rising above the city as well as a motley array of helicopters and... strange hovering aircraft with no discernible wings. She checked her radar and then back on her HUD. They were being picked up by her radar... but only erratically.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And as they got closer to the city center, the electronics and sensor suite in her aircraft started to flicker out. Still, it was obvious what was going on. They were finally being alerted to the surprise raid. She broke radio silence. It would still be too late for them, she promised herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Dynamo-2, switch to anti-radiation missiles. I'm picking up radar stations and SAM sites on the hill and along the river. Let's teach them a lesson. The rest of you, spread out and follow me!” she then said, as she led her talented pilots, the Dynamo Squadron, into their and her own first combat flight. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her wingman gave an affirmative and as soon as she broke formation, a quartet of radar seeking, anti-radiation missiles suddenly flared to life as the thirty year old attack plane let loose with the first salvo. Following the tracking beams of the radars right back to their source, the powerful missiles specifically designed to hunt the hunters of airplanes slammed into a radar station and three enemy controlled surface to air missile batteries almost in unison. They might've been powerful, but they were also inexperienced in the modern operational art of war. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Dynamo three and four, break off and take out the bridges. Dynamo-Five, get on my ass and follow me to the city center. We're taking out the metro stations!” Khutulan then stated, having heard the news reports of how tens of thousands of Moscovites were taking advantage of the deep and extensively built Moscow Metro to hide from these attackers. While wise, it was meant to protect the population from enemy bombers and missiles, not an actual ground invasion and if what the news reports were true, the enemy mutants were trying to round up the civilians for some unknown purpose and thus bunkering up and hiding out in the subways would allow the enemy to round them up at their leisure. By taking out the main metro, she would hinder their efforts. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The only downside would be that many civilians might die.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But she was Russian, she looked at the long term.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong> Fifty Five Hours Ago - Moscow</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“AGGGHHHHHH!” she suddenly screamed, feeling an icy burn bubbling through her neck. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She remembered her last conscious moments. Her first combat mission. It put the Doolittle Raid to shame she felt. From ten kilometers out, her flight of five SU-25 attack planes against all odds had struck the first powerful counterblow for Mother Russia against their genocidal attackers. She felt the sharp jolt of pure excitement as she fired off all eight of her air to ground missiles, blowing up metro stations and watching them explode in the midst of whatever perverse operations these mutants were carrying out. She saw the seconds before impact, watching these humanoid monsters dragging people out of the subway stations kicking and screaming, executing people without mercy. Innocents died. But they were likely dead already. She killed the wicked, sinful monsters in human flesh who were waging this unprovoked genocide against her country and its people.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But they didn't stop there. As her squadron toppled bridges and blew up metro stations, the mutants scrambled their own response. They fired pulses of energy and beams of concussive force out of their eyes, thinking that the mark one eyeball was enough aim they needed to pluck her warriors from the sky. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn't. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Other superhumans in armored suits leaped and flew into the air, and that's when the real butchers work began. These attackers were arrogant, they came right at them. She gave the order to plow the field and could feel her own plane throbbing under her legs as the thirty millimeter cannon rumbled, reducing airborne enemies to midst before kicking up the accelerators and flying through their enemies so they couldn't swarm them. One of her wingman sliced a mutant in twain upon his wing, and she personally saw Dynamo-Four literally plink a mutant off of the canopy of Dynamo-Two with his autocannon in a remarkable display of skilled flying and shooting.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But ultimately they were too many. And she was brought down, not by enemy fire but by something she didn't quite understand. She felt the sudden weakness overwhelm her and then glancing over to her side, she could literally see flying right off her wingtip one of those armored mutants staring right at her and seemingly robbing her of her life. One of her wingman was calling out to her and fired an air to air missile at the mutant vampire, blowing her up in midair but by then it was too late. She felt her body weakening, letting go of her stick and her plane plunging into the ground and then... all she remembered was darkness and a deep burn of something plunging into her neck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Darkness, just like now. Her eyes suddenly flashed open to an utterly complete darkness and the sudden feeling of some great weight pressing down upon her. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Within seconds, she managed to regain her composure but found it almost impossible to breath as the few breaths she uttered suddenly made her face feel warm and almost humid. And she felt like she was being hemmed in. Almost crushed. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By dead weight. It was poking her, and prodding her body, cold icy protrusions jabbing into her ribs and crushing, trapping her legs. In the complete and total darkness she couldn't even see anything but pure darkness. Was this death? Was this the afterlife? Was it truly nothing? Oblivion. She tried to struggle only to feel something shift, and crunch, the unnatural sound echoing through whatever it was she was surrounded by. Almost futiley she tried to struggle, thrashing and twisting and turning until she finally extricated her hands from being entangled in the sleeves of her flight suit and then pressed her hands against whatever she was entombed or trapped within and a sudden shiver rippled through her body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was clothing... and cold, clammy skin underneath. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bodies. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In one moment of pure abject fear she realized she was buried alive, in a mass of bodies.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She started to scream again. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong> Fifty Two Hours Ago – Moscow</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whoever the mutant was, he had his helmet off and for her, that was enough. She had no idea what powers he had, and honestly didn't care. She just hoped he could be killed by a rock to the head. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smashing the rock against the side of the mutants temple, she felt the sickening crunch of the softest part of his skull caving in, compressing his brain, rendering him helpless within the fraction of a second as he toppled raggedly to the ground. The rock she was using was already soaked in crimson, but she was already pulling her arm back and bringing it down upon the man again and again and again until what she was striking was more soft then solid. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had taken her three hours to dig herself out of the piles of bodies in this parking lot that was being used to dispose of small mountains of corpses and needless to say she was angry. And there was something else... off about her, she knew that. Her memory was hazy but she recalled an injection and then... nothing. Not sleeping. Not missed time. Not a blackout. Just nothing. Hours had passed before she woke up but it felt like empty time in her memory. Not lost memory or forgotten, just simply unreadable. She didn't understand that she had come back from death, that whatever she remembered when she was dead was decidedly... beyond mortal comprehension. All she knew was she was alive again and still burned with anger and hatred.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Using the corpses stacked like firewood as cover, she dragged the armored mutant to one of the piles and started to strip his armor off of him. She was a good pilot and was certain she could fly anything. As she worked the corpse of the man she had just beaten to death with a stone out of his power armor, she heard the rumbling of an engine. Not the bulldozers and dump trucks they were using to deposit the bodies here or dump them into the river, but lighter. Like a truck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They were bringing in another load for their... injections.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She worked more quickly on removing the armor. She had killed plenty tonight. Now she was going to save some lives too, she promised herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong> Forty Eight Hours Ago – Outskirts of Moscow</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Landing the Mil Mi-6 Heavy Transport Helicopter was easy compared to flying it but she didn't dare risk flying it any longer. The rotor wash of the helicopter was causing the lines of pristine new cars in the dealership parking lot she had landed in to started shaking violently, even triggering a few car alarms as she killed the engines and turned back to her human cargo. She had rescued almost a hundred people from the injections during her escape from the city park being used to store pyramid shaped piles of human corpses. And despite how big the helicopters cargo hold was, they were packed in there like sardines and she didn't want to risk their good fortune by flying this big massive radar signature of a helicopter any farther.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So the car dealership looked like a good place to stop.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As expected, it was abandoned and she opened the rear ramp for the refugees she had rescued before hopping out of the cockpit. There were a few police officers and civil servants amongst the group and slinging several carbines over her shoulder, she waved them over and handed them the rifles. “I can help you work those machine guns off their mounts, but you need to gather these people up and take them West, past the Urals. That's where the government is fleeing. There are safe zones there,” Khutulan half explained, half ordered the senior most police officer. “Stay off the main roads until your at least three hundred kilometers away then get there as quick as possible.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What about you?” one of the ragged looking police officers asked.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“These people are your responsibility now. They must live. I must fight,” Khutulan said with a grim nod to them before turning away. The plane flight confirmed one thing to her. She must have died, that is why she was disposed of.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But she came back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing occurred without purpose. The allegory wasn't lost on her. She was Russian after all. And like Russia, she would rise again and avenge those who wronged Russia and its people. And they would pay dearly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Forty Hours Ago – Sorge Air Force Base, Semi-Secret Aeronautical Testing Facility.</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Professor Gavrilov (http://imgur.com/UuE35) glanced back at her. “Are you sure you don't need to sleep?” the young, rough shaven engineer, still wearing a dirty labcoat, asked her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No,” Khutulan replied as she stepped forward and helped him open up the upright cargo container. Then stepping back, she watched as he reached up and pulled back the tarp.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Here it is. The latest model,” Professor Gennady Gavrilov stated as the dust permeated the air.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Through the cloud of dust, Khutulan's eyes started to water. It was beautiful.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong> Thirty Six Hours Ago – Sorge AFB Research Laboratory</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Deveraux and Damar weren't Russian. That much was obvious. In fact both of them were apparently from the Netherlands. They were also members of Advanced Ideas Mechanics, the worldwide terrorist group intent on world domination and the destruction of democracy and freedom and all that jazz as well as being a splinter off of the even more infamous HYDRA terrorist organization. Needless to say, their presence here was most unusual and truth was, the security at the airbase had almost gunned down the Dutchman and Dutchwoman as it was respectively as they wore their yellow Beekeeper uniforms and approached the base, but Professor Gavrilov had managed to dissuade them from that, at least until hearing them out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The possible extinction of the human race has given us time to reflect on our alliances. Having been stationed in Russia to monitor your military research, we were aware of your semi-secret base her for quite some time,” Damar, the female Beekeeper scientist, explained to Khutulan as she worked another leather strap. For being a mad scientist slash terrorist, Damar was rather affable, even likable. It turned out they even had a few things in common beyond mutant hatred. Waffles for example. And airplanes. And aeronautical mechanics.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Professor Gavrilov then asked, standing next to one of the four guards and several on base medical personnel also milling about prepping her for the surgery.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulan just nodded as her arm was lashed and strapped to the table. She was facing down, her face looking through a circular headrest at the floor when she felt Damar's reassuring hand stroking her neck. “We can't use anesthetics Khutulan,” Damar said. “The injections... they'll be directed into your spine by an auto-injector. It will be extremely painful,” she warned.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I'm ready,” Khutulan reiterated firmly. She took death. She could take the pain.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You have to stay conscious while the cyberjack... mates... with your brain stem,” Damar then warned in a filtered, cooing voice. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It won't be a problem,” Khutulan explained.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Damar slipped her hand into Khutulan's grasp. “If you feel like blacking out, keep talking to me and hold this hand. Crush it if you have to. If you can take the injection, I can take the pressure,” the AIM scientist then offered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You're a brave woman Khutulan,” Deveraux then stated as he prepared the auto-injector with the strange concoction the AIM duo and the Russian research team had concocted. “Unlike your traditional counterpart Iron Man, we don't have the fancy technology he can utilize to interface with the Iron Man suits of his. You'll be the first one to wield the Crimson Dynamo armor to its full potential with this surgery.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulan smiled grimly. Wielding that power... she could do great things.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are you ready honey?” Damar asked, her disarmingly concerned tone leaving everyone wondering how she of all people got caught up with AIM in the first place.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes,” Khutulan stated icily.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She felt Deveraux place the cold auto-injector against the back of her neck and then pull the trigger.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Damar screamed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a lot of pain to share. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a small price to pay for defense of the Motherland. <br><br>NPC's:<br>Professor Gennady Gavrilov (http://imgur.com/UuE35) : Head Engineer of Crimson Dynamo Project<br>AIM Scientist Deveraux<br>AIM Scientist Damar (http://marvel.com/universe/A.I.M.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 07:45:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn5.movieclips.com/millennium-entertainment/s/subject-two-2006/0465466_28185_MC_T.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> "Никто не"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, Белые столбы [White Pillars Psychiatric Hospital]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open, Magneto<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Somewhere deep in White Pillars the sounds of doors opening and people entering got someone's attention. Somewhere inside the Asylum, someone knew that there were others in his home. Somewhere in the Asylum someone had started to move around. <br><br>Magneto's entry into the Asylum is uncontested. White Pillars has seen far better days though -<br>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2900842768_ee6278cd83.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.lost-least.it/miniature-insane/28-corri.jpg)<br><br>(http://files.myopera.com/Bj%C3%B8rk/albums/81863/thumbs/Creepy_Insane_Asylum_5.jpg_thumb.jpg)<br><br>It's hard to find a wall that doesn't have at least some mildew damage or should of been renovated decades ago. Hard to believe this was still in service just before the attack. It's like if someone put together all those stories of haunted nuthouses all at once, with even the offices in disrepair and chaos. Given how the sweeps have gone in Moscow- they probably came through here. There's a pleasant thought, hundreds of criminal psychotics and they were now either all dead or with superpowers.<br><br>Somewhere else in the Asylum, someone looks from down a hallway then disappears into a wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 22:27:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><strong>Twenty Four Hours Ago – Sorge Air Force Base</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Roughly one ton of armor of dirt brown and metallic gray metal stomped forward, looking almost ponderous with each step. This particular version of the Crimson Dynamo armor looked and moved in an erratic fashion as the disproportionate oversized upper body gently pitched from side to side with every step that Khutulan, it's new pilot, took. Her brain stem was almost literally hooked up with the armor as she looked out over the advanced avionics and heads up displays that were shining on the interior of the suits helmet. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Any side effects from the cyberjack?” Professor Gavrilov asked as half of the bases lab personnel and engineers plus the two AIM mad scientists watched sheets of dust previously caking the armor shake off of its thick carborundum plating. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No,” Khutulan replied truthfully, trying to hold back the obvious thrill she was feeling actually manipulating and working a suit of armor this size. Having a cord sticking out of her neck wasn't nearly as bad as the surgery itself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The cyberjack is meant to interpret and transmit your neural impulses into digital commands for the suit. So far it seems to be working well. With practice, you should be able to think your suit commands while operating your body in a different manner. Essentially doing two things at once,” the Professor explained.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes I know, I am a pilot,” Khutulan replied curtly, feigning more annoyance then she actually felt. Truth was, she was ecstatic and just wanted to break into a run down the corridor and out into the open and see just how effective this suit of armor really was. “What are its capabilities?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gavrilov checked his tablet computer. “It was originally a beta suit made by Anton Vanko back in the sixties, before he defected to America. The original undersuit is carborundum plating, treated with a reflective coating that proofs it against electrical and electromagnetic threats. Vanko was a brilliant electrical engineer and it shows in his design. The main weapon is an updated version of the original electrical circuitry. The chest mounts an EMP Disruptor cannon capable of disabling electronic targets with a powerful electromagnetic pulse. There are also wrist mounted cutting lasers, electrical discharges, jet paralyzers, flamethrowers and&nbsp; for immediate incapacitation of organic targets. All have been updated and integrated to fit the modern avionics installed into the suit,” Gavrilov tallied off. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The added armor plating was constructed using a three dimensional submolecular knitting process allowing the maximum tensile strength out of the metals and reinforced by a structural integrity field. On the left and right breastplates, the armor plates are retractable, allowing the deployment of anti-armor guided missile racks mounted underneath either individually or in multiple shot salvos. An early model repulsor beam is mounted in both hands and on your left wrist is a prototype rotary barreled particle weapon.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A gatling energy cannon?” Khutulan asked almost eagerly as she continued stomping forward, the heavy armored footsteps obsessionally cracking the soft asphalt underfoot.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Professor Gavrilov smiled at her quaint terminology. “After a fashion I suppose,” the scientist replied. “It's all powered by a miniaturized atomic reactor.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It won't explode like a nuclear weapon will it?” Khutulan then asked, suddenly leery of the possibility of exploding.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No. It is a controlled reaction,” the Professor replied with a smirk. “There is also a defensive energy shield for the deflection of rays, thermal attacks and energized particles and a forcefield for other projectiles. Despite its ponderous nature it can approach speeds of up to six hundred miles per hour while retaining close to maximum functionality and agility. It's speed is maxed out to roughly Mach two point five however but is also capable of breaking into a sixty mile per hour sprint,” the Professor then summarized.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sounds fun,” Khutulan then stated as they stepped out of the bunker tunnel and into the sunlight, immediately looking up at the sun shining through the overcast gray sky. “I think I should take it for a spin,” she said, as she started to think about getting this power armor to take off as suddenly the boot thrusters started to shake and tremble and the Professor warily stepped back. “I'm not going to incinerate you am I?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The thrusters on the boots are washed in cold air to as to protect bystanders from immolation. You have to consciously deactivate that safeguard,” Professor Gavrilov then stated sagely, apparently having covered all the bases.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good to know!” Lieutenant Khutulan Karpitskaya stated as she took off. “I'll take it for a spin. I have a car dealership to visit,” she then said over the suits secure communication system before thinking and literally willing the one ton suit of monstrous armor to rise in the air as thick blasts of exhaust plumed outward in billowing clouds in the wake of her armor rising into the air. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The latest Crimson Dynamo armor suit to take flight soon picked up speed as the concussive force of the launch almost knocked the nearby bystanders onto their butts. “Did she say a car dealership?” Damar asked, stepping up and dusting her beekeeper suit off as they watched the smoke trails left in the armors wake rapidly dissipate into wispy vapors. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 15:46:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinemadreamer.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/scarlett-johansson-colorada-iron-man-2-01.jpg?w=450)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, The Red Room underground base.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No-one<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br>Twenty Four Hours Ago: <br><br>Natasha crawled through the venterlation ducks of the underground facility known as "The Red Room". <br>Underneath the heart of Moscow. A traning facility that was hidden from the entire country. Tasha had spent the last few days trying to finde it, killed alot of bad people to get here. She was off S.H.E.I.L.D`s radar at the moment, this was a personal mission. She had sworn to destroy the company that made her, that un-made her. She heard rumers it was back in operation and none other then Yelena (The other surviveing Black Widow) was running things. <br><br>Tasha needed this nightmare to be over, she needed to take Yelena down once and for all. <br>She stopped over a venterlator grate looking down to see two guards below her. <br>It was clear she was getting closer to the control room. It was a "Showtime" as Clint allways said. <br>The Black Widow pressed her full weight down on the grate and came crashing down above the two guards, Boris and Nickoli. Both men were startled and did not react quick enough to overpower her. <br>Natasha grabbed hold of Nickoli by the head and swung around him like she was on a totam pole. Her long legs kicking&nbsp; Boris against the white wall of the corridor. She then realsed Nickoli and he went stumbeling about the other side. <br>It was a narrow corridor but Tasha used this to her advantage. She kicked Boris directly in the jaw with her right foot causeing several of his teeth to shatter on impact. And she then flipped backwards in the air to stradell Nickolis shoulders.<br>Slamming her wrists down she activated her trademark widow braclets and electric bolts shot from them directly into the guards skull.<br><br>He slumped lifelessly to the ground and Natasha walked over both fallen bodies. <br>She walked towards the two large doors which lead to the control room of this vast facility. <br>Natasha knew her intended was inside. Yelena was a real loose canon and she needed to be taken off the grid. <br>Before Widow could reach the doors they opened and out stepped the second Black Widow. <br>Dressed in trademark black leather and her blonde bobbed hair curled ever so. Yelena smiled a crooked smile at the lady Avenger. "Welcome home....*Sister*." She spat as she raised her right arm. She took sported Black Widow braclets but these looked like an updated model. <br><br>"I knew if I set a few bread crums you would finde me here." She said with a evil twinkel in her eye. <br>Natasha stopped dead in her tracks. "I carn`t allow you to live anymore." The red haird heroine said codly. <br>"Youre a cancer to this world and weather ore not you plan to re-enstate the Red Room traning facility ore this is just another sick game of youres...this has to end....now..." Natasha said as she took a defencive pose and clenched her fists. <br><br>"Oh how im going to enjoy killing you!" Yelena hissed through gritted teeth. <br><br>Just then, the Earth moved. <br><br>Both women were thrown across the hallway as the lights above flickerd. <br>As if they were on a boat trashing about in stormy weather they were tossed this way and that.<br>Once the shakeing stopped Natasha gingerly picked herself off the floor, something was attack Moscow above. <br>They would have to settle this blood rivalary later. Both women looked at each other. <br>They both knew something bigger was happening and they were going to have to work together. <br><br>TBC. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 23:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Affiliation;</strong>&nbsp; The Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, heading away from Selene Gallio....for now.&nbsp; Heading towards the Psych Hospital<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tags;</strong>&nbsp; Open</span></span><br><br>Once he and his allies, besides his teleports of course, had found their way inside, Magneto had to wonder if this place was likely to have anything of use after all given the truly old and dilapidated state of things before him.&nbsp; He didn't jump as he soon was rejoined by the two teleporters in their group, having heard them coming from the roof down through the hospital, reporting that the place looked deserted besides a few rats and the like that they had seen on the way down.&nbsp; "Spread out, search for anything of use.&nbsp; I feel we're being watched."&nbsp; Erik was not a paranoid sort but it did feel like they had company of some sort.&nbsp; He didn't remove his helmet in case his fears were proven correct, wanting to protect his mind from any telepathic or illusion based intrusions.&nbsp; He had Sebastian Shaw to thank for the helmet, but that was ages ago now.&nbsp; Even so, the asylum before him almost made him compare the Nazi prison grounds the man kept since they both had that haunted, dark feel to them, although Auschwitz had been much much worse given what had been going on there until the US forces had swept the place clean of the would be Nazi led Third Reich's regime.&nbsp; He wasn't about to leave anything to chance as he split his people into groups of three, sending them in every direction of the facility to find anything, food, medicine, weapons, anything they could use to help improve their odds.&nbsp; Magneto himself took his teleports upstairs, not about to go anywhere without at least one person able to make a quick getaway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:25:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn5.movieclips.com/millennium-entertainment/s/subject-two-2006/0465466_28185_MC_T.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> "Никто не"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, Белые столбы [White Pillars Psychiatric Hospital]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open, Magneto<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The smartest move they made was they made sure to pair up. That certainly more then can be said about Selene's group they faced outside. Maybe that was the reason that, for now, there's just movement in the corner of the eye and occasional sounds of feet.<br><br>--<br><br>Three of Magneto's group head down the hall ahead of them. The end looks like it could be a security office, makes sense. It's the one on the left that notices it first, into the rooms as they pass.<br><br>"<strong>What the. . .</strong>" he speaks, stepping back to check the rooms he passed, "<strong>Either of you guys read Russian?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Yeah, I do.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Someone's written something on the walls in these cells over here. Can you read it?</strong>"<br><br>And he could, though not all at once. The large Cyrillic letters don't stop at the wall to the next cell, but continue on regardless- sometimes in the middle of a letter. The words aren't written on any paint of blood, they just seem to be neatly carved out of the stone of the walls.<br><br><em>Yesterday, upon the stair,<br>I met a man who wasn’t there<br>He wasn’t there again today<br>I wish, I wish he’d go away...</em><br><br>---<br><br>Two more of Magneto's crew found the kitchens and they smile. Food, water, maybe even some medicines? This could be great or depressing depending on what they found- or that's what they were thinking.<br><br>"<strong>God damn it's creepy in this place.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Oh, shut up. It's an old nuthouse, there's no such thing as Ghosts.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I'm not worried about Ghosts. Why do think this place was empty? You think any of the nuts got zapped and lived?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>And are still here? No fuckin' -</strong>" he starts, opening up a cabinet and just standing in silence. His partner looks over his shoulder then stumbles back in shock.<br><br>---<br><br>Magneto and the teleporters would go upstairs in the asylum, revealing the upper rooms with the floor's infirmary and security room in front of them.<br><br>"<strong>Score,</strong>" one of the teleportors speaks, reappearing next to the medicine cabinet to open it up and take a look around. Medical Supplies, almost a full cabinet. The other teleporter is the one that actually looks worried as he looks around.<br><br>"<strong>Magneto, why would they leave that behind?</strong>" he speaks- the atmosphere of the building getting to him.<br><br>Out of the corner of Magneto's eye, someone disappears into a doorway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 23:04:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQSm-ytl34cNP-yVS4UCMIdyW7XOHK6lfE-zSrw7x0sIGSs0f5EPWtpkPL5)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Sub-Villain<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow/ White Pillar Asylum<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><br></span></span><hr>Having been left alone after giving her orders to expand the hunt for humans, Selene had lost herself in thoughts, in memories. Times of so long ago, times when things were so deliciously.. simple. Her eyes were staring off into space, and the time that passed was but like a blip. For one who had lived as long as she had, time held no meaning any longer. She would vaguely hear the reports given by the soldiers that would enter her office, giving her the intel on the growing number of humans failing Judgment. Not surprising. Thoughts on Sebastian Shaw and her failure to procure Hellfire in New York flitted through. It was at the tail end of this memory that she heard from a distance a report given.<br><br><em> “ ….. might just be rumors Mistress, but then again.... word that Magneto has been spotted there... have been sent in been but only two have returned....'”</em><br><br>Slowly she would blink hues of ice that narrowed at the soldier giving his report, who froze instantly as her attention fell upon him. Her head would tilt slightly, rising like dark water from her chair. <strong> “ Repeat.”</strong><br><br>The soldier would pale, pulling himself to attention, whipping his frightened gaze to a wall over Selene's shoulder. <em> “ Beg pardon Mistress. There have been rumors circulating about the asylum, crazy stories about ghosts. We've sent squads out and only two men have returned, we still can't get them to talk. Their scared out of their mind Mistress. We have also had reports that Magneto has been seen there as well. What are your orders Mistress.”</em><br><br><strong> “ Bring the men to me.”</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/7/79250/1704700-selene_14.jpg)</div>Before long the pair of soldiers that had returned from White Pillars stood within her office. The man that had delivered them stared at their backs before closing the door, muttering to himself. <em> “ Better you then me man...”</em> Crossing his arms and standing at his post. Before long the screams ensued. The silence that followed was palpable, causing the man to begin to fidgit, to worry. What if she needed more? Yet his worries were for nothing as the door slammed open and Selene stalked forth from the room, her new strength radiating from her body. <strong> “ Remove that mess. I am going to White Pillar. Send a squad after me.”</strong> Making her way out of Hellfire to the empty, ravaged streets above. Cold Russian wind would blow her thick raven hair about her body as she turned her face to the skies, towards the way to her destination. The souls of the men she had consumed danced through her, their memories of what they had lived screaming through her mind. A cold smile curled her lips. Things were about to get fun. A single step would be taken before the Black Queen took off like a shot, capable of the immense burst of speed that would bring her to the front of the White Pillar Asylum in no time. She managed this with no major ill affects due to the men she had consumed before, yet she would not be capable of that speed again until she fed. <br><br>Closing her eyes, Selene stood just outside the asylum, a lone dark beacon as she reached forth with her senses. Magneto was here, as were several of his men. Separated. Delightful. Slow languid steps would carry her forth into the broken down asylum. Her hands would clasp behind her back, hips clad in leather swaying languidly, chin lifted high as she scanned her surroundings. She could smell them, her hunger high after recently exerting so much energy. Lazy strolling took her down hallways where she witnessed the words carved into the walls, lofting a brow at the dirge. Ghosts could not carve into walls. Pausing again, she would close her eyes, and there, she would feel the life force of&nbsp; a pair of Magnetos men. Boots oddly silent upon the stone, as she traversed the hallways, a hand would lift to trail nails upon the walls, soon enough coming to the door of the kitchen area. The men within did not even notice her as she came to stand in the doorway, caught instead by something that was in a cabinet that one had just opened. <br><br><strong> “ How perfect. My food... in the kitchen...”</strong> she would purr low, leaning a shoulder against the door jam, arms crossing beneath her breasts to push forth the milky globes even more from the leather halter that confined them. The men would whip around, weapons drawing in an instant, but they were too slow. Selene had just enough energy left to streak across the room, grabbing both men by their throats in each hand. Her momentum kept the trio going, slamming the pair against the wall as in a flash her mouth found the lips of one victim, wasting no time in sucking him dry. The other soldier would struggle in her grip, clawing at her arm, tearing rivulets of flesh that simply healed instantly. Her first victim would crumble to dust in her grasp, her head falling back as she emitted a sensual groan, arching her back as the fresh soul filled her with life. Her head would move in a fluent roll to look upon the still struggling man in her grip, licking her plumped lips, her blue eyes blazing. <strong> “ Perhaps, it would be wise if you told me where Magneto is..”</strong> At first, being the good soldier he was, the man started to sneer at her. <em> “ Fuck you witch. I know who you are. There's no way I'm telling you any...gackack!!”</em> Her fingers tightened around his throat, fingers sinking into flesh, blood from his neck welling around her squeezing. With a flick of her arm she sent the man sailing across the room to slam hard enough into the far wall to indent the stone. She would once again sachet towards him, her chin lifting as the wall began to rumble. Massive hands would form from the very stone itself, wrapping around the mans head and beginning to slowly squeeze. <em>&nbsp; "Upstairs, upstairs!! He went upstairs!!”</em> the man would shriek. Smiling, Selene would nod her head, looking away and around the room. A brow would loft as her gaze fell upon the contents of the previously opened cabinet, even as she mans screams were cut off by a dull pop as his head exploded. Interesting.<br><br>Over the rubble she would walk, lifting her cape to make sure it did not drag in the blood. Time to find more answers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 00:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Car Dealership, Outskirts of Moscow<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Twenty Four Hours ago...</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A four person team of newly minted mutants clad in powered armor closed in on the massive cargo helicopter, inexplicably parked in the middle of the lot. Between the four recently judged mutants, one was capable of projecting bioelectric fields and barriers, another possessed pyrophobic breath and near immunity to heat and flame unless extreme, another showed limited metal shaping and technopathic abilities and the fourth had an almost mundane ability of class twenty strength and accompanying durability. But all four of them were wearing powered armor, capable of making them fly and highly resistant to shrapnel, small arms and environmental extremes as well as a basic sensor suite and optics. And all of them were toting assault rifles, freshly liberated from Russian military and police armories, except the strong fellow, who was wielding a light machine gun like it was a toy one handed. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Apparently the leader, the strong one approached the helicopter and immediately ascertained the obvious. “They abandoned the helicopter here. Find them,” he then ordered the technopath who, with a glance at the ground, simply smiled.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“They took vehicles and drove off to the east, down the side highway. We can catch up to them if we use the afterburners,” the technopath replied in a crisp voice filtered by his armored mask as he referred to the jet like thrusters all four of their armor suits possessed. “They'll be easy to track, as will the betrayer,” he continued, referring to the mysterious captured fighter pilot who had managed to spring over a hundred prisoners awaiting judgment and having tracked their helicopter here finally. Having rogue mutants who had just been judged was a problem that the command wanted squelched immediately. There were already reports in other cities of rogue mutants who were specifically created by judgments going rogue, even joining the resistance. It was something that demanded an end.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The four of them prepared their afterburners, with the leader launching upwards into the air, his jump jets blasting outward from under him, propelling him a hundred feet into the air before his flight thrusters took over when the technopath suddenly paused, signaling him to stop. “Wait I sense something,” the technopath said, the mutated areas of his brain suddenly buzzing. He could sense something... unnatural. Artifical. Technological. But it was so feint that he couldn't draw a bead on it. But he could sense it closing in upon them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Warily the other mutants turned their attention outwards to the abandoned car lot as the team leader hovered above them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Almost a literal ton of hyperadvanced alloy smashed through the super strong mutant, his comparatively thin armor making the sound similar to that of paper being torn in half as the Crimson Dynamo fell through the enemy mutant at terminal velocity. The impact reduced the middle of the mutants armored body into a bloody mist, and severed the upper and lower halves of its body in midair. At the last moment, the technopath looked straight up.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He had sensed the incoming threat, just as Khutulan activated her own suits boot thrusters in an effort to slow her down. Normally, the thrusters were washed with cold air so that they wouldn't incinerate or scald any nearby bystanders. She turned off that safeguard just this once as the flesh wasn't so much cooked off the technopaths unarmored face as it was blasted off by the sheer concussive force and thermal energy that blasted down against him. The muscle and bone underneath was immediately roasted, as teeth and eyeballs popped out like kernals in the microwave before that same one ton armor landed squarely on top off the technopath, flattening him into a crater in the asphalt.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The somewhat hard landing barely phased Khutulan as she immediately turned her suits formidable conventional weapons suite on the remaining two mutants who easily noticed the Crimson Dynamo in their midst. Even in their telepathic delusion, both of these judged Russians immediately recognized one of the most iconic symbols of the superhuman side of the Cold War as the Crimson Dynamo towered over them and in a cold, mechanical voice, Khutulan delivered her ultimatum. “Yield to the Crimson Dynamo and to the Motherland and you will be spared,” she grimly remarked as she raised and activated the rotary weapon arrays mounted on her suits wrists at the remaining two mutants. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A momentary indecision washed over the remaining foes, but ultimately the artificial and unnatural dominance that Apocalypse's judgment gave them steeled their resolves, and doomed them to the consequence of facing the new Crimson Dynamo unprepared and at a disadvantage. Or was it?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The facemask of the firebreath suddenly slid back, telegraphing his offensive action as he drew in two lungfuls of breath. But being a fighter pilot, Khutulan reacted far quicker then it took to breath, and with a single thought, sent a command surging through to weapons control as the cannons mounted on her wrists unleashed twin torrents of particle cannon fire, the hypercharged particles hurtling towards both targets in unison. The head of the firebreath exploded, his armor doing an admirable job of containing the explosion within his helmet as he toppled back headless, but the fourth and final mutant foe with a thought of his own, erected a bioelectric field that almost effortlessly blocked the energized particles and caused them to uselessly patter against the invisible membrane he was erected.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thinking quickly, Khutulan switched from the particle acceleration cannons to her cutting lasers, only to see the focused beam of coherent light, capable of cutting military grade steel like butter, uselessly hum against the same bioelectric barrier, with only the flaring cackle of electricity showing the blocked impact of her weapon. Wary, Khutulan finally slid back an armored chest panel and let loose with a single anti-armor, high explosive miniaturized missile and let it launch towards the remaining mutant, only to have it explode upon contact with the same bioelectric forcefield.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The mutant remained not only unharmed, but nonplussed as with another thought and grunt, suddenly hurled the same invisible membrane of bioelectric force forward, no longer using it as a shield but forming it mentally into a battering ram, one that didn't smash into her armored suit, but instead surged through her armor as suddenly her heads up display flickered and she felt a suddenly jolt of raw pain send a surge of numbness up through her neck via her attached brain stem. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Unnnggghhh....” she grunted, her eyelids fluttering, fingers and toes curled in what she could best feel was some sort of physical anti-climax as despite her deadened state, she suddenly felt the shock of pain ripple through her body as the bioelectric field washed through her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But that is all it did.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Anton Vanko was an electrical genius, and far surpassed even the infamous Howard and Tony Stark in that respect. His suit reflected that. It was insulated and protected against all manners of electrical and electromagnetic based weaponry and threats, including those Vanko never even dreamed of beyond the theoretical when he designed the first Crimson Dynamo suit. It hurt, but neither she nor the armor were permanently damaged, or even seriously curbed. She responded quickly, not with more energy weapons or missiles, but suddenly surged forward as she pivoted her boots upward, usinghte thrusters to literally slid mere millimeters above the ground and smash all two thousand pounds of her armor into the remaining mutant, smashing into him with unreserved force.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She couldn't hear the crunching of fractured bones over the din of the impact of armor against armor, with hers coming out the winner. Towering over the broken body of the remaining mutant, she glanced down and aimed the same cutting laser at its heart. It punched through the mutants armored carapace, slicing through the meet and severing the bioelectric wielding mutants heart in twain near instantaneously. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And that was that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking up, Khutulan checked around for other threats after killing the last of the mutants. Her trial by fire had been a success. Glancing at the corpses, she realized only two of them were relatively intact. She'd bring both back for the bases doctors and scientists to perform autopsies on. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile she'd get her armored suit refitted and touched up for some real action. She wanted to get to Moscow as soon as possible. She didn't need to rest much after all. Being dead or something close to it had its advantages after all. Rest was for the living. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 00:46:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Affiliation;</strong>&nbsp; The Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, heading away from Selene Gallio....for now.&nbsp; Heading towards the Psych Hospital<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tags;</strong>&nbsp; Open</span></span><br><br>It wasn't everyday that he was pleasantly surprised, but today was one of them after discovering a fairly large supply of medicine and a security room as well.&nbsp; He had no interest in this place security however, at least not in the traditional sense.&nbsp; Cameras and the like however, measures this place used to keep their patients under wraps, that he had interest in only so far if it was needed to keep prisoner soldiers of Apocalypse close at hand for interrogation.&nbsp; Guns however were not something Magneto favored since he always attributed them to mere homo sapiens, and thus not worth his time.&nbsp; He did however have to wonder the same thing that his teleporter had asked him since it was quite peculiar that they'd leave so much valuable material behind.&nbsp; "Yes, I wonder that as well my friend.&nbsp; I wonder what other items might be found that might aid us in our cause?&nbsp; The why however is not important, only that they were foolish enough to leave it behind for us to make use of.&nbsp; Pack it up, all of it, I think we have company."&nbsp; Magneto said as he caught a glimpse of someone, just for a second, and almost had to wonder if it was his mind playing tricks on him due to his rather advanced age despite showing signs that he was in reality heading backward to a younger part of his physical well being.&nbsp; No, something told him otherwise and he took slow, deliberate steps towards where he thought he had seen someone walk through a wall, unaware one of the Horsemen were present in the Asylum itself.&nbsp; If he had, he might have been more than a little eager to take her down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:42:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinemadreamer.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/scarlett-johansson-colorada-iron-man-2-01.jpg?w=450)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, The Red Room underground base.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No-one<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Twenty Four Hours Ago: <br><br>Natasha stumbelled forward into the control room with Yelena, the whole complex was shakeing. <br>The control room looked akin to the ones Tasha was used to working for in S.H.E.I.L.D headquaters. <br>Screens flashing attacks going on through the world it appeard. She moved closer to the screen to which showed Moscow itself. It was been destroyed completely, Tasha focussed her eyes on the attackers she did not recognise them. <br>Suddenly the screen went blank. Yelena was screaming at the top of her lungs at her henchmen who were frantically trying to get the system back online. But the power was been cut off. The electronic sustem was been shut down. <br>Someone ore rather something had found the Red Room. <br><br>Ironically Natasha herself had come here today to destroy the Red Room and put Yelena down. But it appeared someone was beating her to the job. Natasha needed to get out, she needed to alert the other Avengers. She could see that this hidden base would not be hidden much longer. "They will come for you!" Natasha said in a matter of fact tone. <br>Yelena spun on her heel, her eyes mad. She was angry, but Natasha could also see blind fear. <br>"Perhapes it is our day of reckoning?" Natasha said quietly more to herself then anyone ellse. <br>The images on the screen had looked rather biblical and the world was in a pretty bad state despite the efforts of such inderviduals as the Avengers, the Fantastic Four and the X-men. Perhapes today was the day they all failed. <br>The world had been in danger countless times before but those images as well as a knot in Tashas stomach told her that this time was something differnt. Something that was much worse. <br><br>"Well if they are coming they will finde youre body you whore!" Yelena screamed as she lunged at Natasha. <br>The red haird Black Widow did not miss a beat. "Goodbye Yelena!" She said as she pulled out a gun from her right hoalster and fierd it. The bullet hit Yelena between the eyes killing her instantly. The Blonde Black Widow fell to the floor, stone cold dead. Her men looked at Tasha, shocked, angry and in disberlieaf. It matterd not, she had completed her primory objective. <br>Whatever was happening Yelena could not be trusted and she needed to be put down thus. <br><br>"Gentlemen. The world is breaking in two. It`s clear whoever is doing this has great power, an appitite for destruction for the sake of it. He, she ore it will undoubtably have no use for any of you. Youre Black Widow is dead. I meant what I said, they will come for you..." She looked at the faces of the 5 soliders of the Red Room. Each was hesitant but they nodded and agreed, arming themselves with weapons and standing to attention. Widow knew they would die, whatever was out there would slaughter them, no question. But she could use them to help her obtain an understanding of what it is she was about to face. And perhapes this gutless thugs would actully do something for the greater good. <br>"Follow me..." She said as she turned on her heel and walking out of the control room. Not even bothering to shoot a final glance at Yelena`s body.<br><br>TBC...
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 18:37:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cinemadreamer.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/scarlett-johansson-colorada-iron-man-2-01.jpg?w=450)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, The Red Room underground base.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No-one<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The hours passed as Natasha explored what was left of the Red Room Facility. Lower floors had taken more of a beating. <br>Something great had shook the Earth to it`s core and destroyed the lower leveals. Many agents and scientists were dead.<br>The five soliders followed her, they gatherd enough weapons and Tasha took what she needed. The base was in a state, with lights flickering on and off, the odd cloud of smoke and electrical fires in some areas. But the underground base was still habitable and that was something to bare in mind. The men slept and as they did Natasha sat in quiet medertation. She waited until exactly 24 hours had passed before she took her five new soliders up top with her. <br><br>When they got out from the underground base it was clear whatever had made these attacks had gone (for now). <br>The Daylight was streaming through the dark clouds which were on the horizion of the sky. <br>The buildings all around were torn down, destroyed ore abandond. Stray Cars and verchials on the roads. <br>"Dear God..." Natasha mutterd in English as they started to patrol the greater area. <br>All the while she was trying to get a signal on her communicator to contact her fellow Avengers but with no sucess. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 00:23:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn5.movieclips.com/millennium-entertainment/s/subject-two-2006/0465466_28185_MC_T.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> "Никто не"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, Белые столбы [White Pillars Psychiatric Hospital]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Magneto, Famine<br><br></span></span><hr><br>---<br><br>"<strong>Did you just hear screaming?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Fuck, man- we're not alone in here.</strong>"<br><br>---<br><br>The body of the average human or mutant contains somewhere between 4 to 5 grams of Iron. About the same as a small nail and dispersed actually fairly evenly considering how much bigger a human is then a nail. Though this is mostly because most of the iron is in the bloodstream so it's not really that shocking.<br><br>So when Magneto saw the body, the parts sticking out of the wall at least, he was even more sure then most it was real then most. From the clothing and armor it looks like whoever it was worked for Apocalypse and they weren't just thrown into the wall but from the wall that can be seen inside the open mouth it looks like an attempt at phasing gone horribly wrong.<br><br>---<br><br>Her presence in the asylum would of probably been noticed even if she hadn't killed two people. This one is different though. Motions plainly visible if out of the corners of her eyes as something or someone is deciding what to make of Famine.<br><br>Rumors of ghosts indeed, it seems to be doing it's best to avoid directly being seen at all cost- but playfully catching snatches of vision. Man-sized and shaped, it certainly takes walls as a loose suggestion at most like a ghost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 02:01:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Selene, Black Widow, Magneto<br></span></span><hr><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Present Time<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sorge AFB</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulan stood against the wall as she heard the briefing the base commander gave him from what they knew. All communications down except shortwave radio and certain other lines. Casualties worldwide in the tens of millions. Bodies choking up the Moscow River. Los Angeles supposedly falling into the ocean with the rest of the state. SHIELD dismembered, the Avengers disassembled, the Fantastic Four lost and all of those other heroes of the West shown as useless as Khutulan had always suspected they were. When facing foes in garish costumes, they were formidable. But when they faced true enemies who could kick their teeth in for once, they folded easily.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It would be time for Russia to show the West, and the world, what true heroes are made of. She didn't need spandex or a cape to prove her utility. Just a one ton suit of armor based originally on a fifty year old design. Good old fashioned Russian Soviet knowhow combined with plenty of grit and guts behind it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As far as we can tell, this Magneto is the leader of the forces of Apocalypse,” the base commander, a bear of a man named General Brusilov, informed her before turning to the female AIM scientist flanking her. The one whom Khutulan had almost crushed the hand of during the surgery that implanted the cyberjack in the base of her neck. Her name was Damar.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Our organization has a file on this Magneto. He has a history. He's the self proclaimed and quite literal Master of Magnetism and it is not just limited to the control of repelling and attracting metallic material with magnetic property, but control over the entire electromagnetic spectrum. He is known to be formidable enough to change and disrupt the orbits of satellites in space, and precise enough to clot the iron in a living creatures body to debilitate them. He can even manipulate the alloy known as adamantium.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulan's eyes narrowed. Everyone had heard of the mutant terrorist Magneto before, even if Russia. Here, where the Soviet Union euthanized most mutants upon their revelation, Magneto was just another example of how the West couldn't handle or police its own social problems and often exported them beyond. It was a mindset that carried through since the fall of the Soviet Union and one that held in her mind as well. “If this file is true, he is engaging in the very genocide he suffered from when he was a child,” Khutulan asked, raising an eyebrow.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Blood begets blood. Magneto is a mutant supremicist and a terrorist,” General Brusilov stated gruffly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But a mass murderer?” Khutulan asked.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It is immaterial, he is in command of the Moscovite forces. He must be slain and their headquarters crushed,” General Brusilov stated. “We lost contact with our special operations center in Moscow proper. All other forces are in retreat or disarray. Only you Khutulan and our Crimson Dynamo armor can threaten them now. You must strike a decisive counterblow for the Motherland. No one else can,” the General stated.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No one else wants to get an implant planted into their brain stem?” Khutulan asked with a dry grin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No,” Deveraux, the other AIM scientist said. “Your new medical results have shown you have changed. As you stated in your briefing, you were unconscious for a great deal of time. As much as you and everyone else in this room have ignored it, you have been changed. Your body temperature is below sixty degrees. Your heart is barely pumping. Your blood has taken on a viscous, thick consistency more like a gel then a fluid. With the exception of certain nerve clusters in your sensory regions, they have been deadened. You are as close to living death without reanimation. When you encountered that creature that...” Deveraux started to speak before glancing at his clipboard. “Drained your vitality from you, you were then given this 'Judgement' injection while still suffering from the effects. You for all intents and purposes are unique. A mutation if you'll bear with me for a moment.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulans eyes narrowed. She didn't like being called a mutant and grouped with the rest of these genetic accidents with a proclivity for genocide. But she did nothing else but visually note her displeasure.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So Deveraux continued. “You are likely immune to the assaults of these psychic vampires which according to our reports, number more then a few including at least one high ranking female,” the AIM scientist said. “And as long as your electromagnetic shields are up, you should be resistant to Magneto directly applying his powers to manipulate your armor or systems,” he added, still adding his qualifiers. “So your General is right. You are the only one who can engage in this decapitation strike.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulan nodded grimly. “I am not a mutant,” she spat back first of all. “I'm not like those men,” she said, referring to the attackers who served Apocalypse and apparently this Magneto. “And I'll prove it. I'll bring the heads of both this Magneto and this head... vampire,” she said with a disgusting scoff. “I'll deliver them right to the doors of this base.” She then turned to the General. “Be ready General. I will return to report my success or not at all.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You don't have to be so fatalistic Khutulan,” Damar, the Dutch AIM scientist then said. “You just have to operate to the best of yours and the suit abilities. No need to martyr yourself.” Khutulan panned her vision to the female mad scientist and simply smiled, shaking her head as she headed off to the hangar to prepare herself for the mission. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Damar turned to the General as soon as she left. “You guys really raise em weird here in Russia,” she said.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;General Brusilov stroked his bushy, Stalin-esque moustache. “It is not weird Miss. We Russians are fatalistic because we never trust in the better future. For us, we always have to fight for it, tooth and nail and over the bodies of many martyrs. The sooner you understand this, the sooner you will realize why Russia will never fall to these, or any invaders.”<br>---<br><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Outskirts of Moscow</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite its unwieldy and top heavy appearance, the Crimson Dynamo armor was capable of silent running. And with most communications and radar down, her low level flight towards Moscow itself went smoothly, especially under the cover of darkness. She had passed out of communications range though and was passively trying to receive any transmissions. While her primary objective was to assassinate Magneto and the leading psychic vampire, another mutant named Selene and inflict as much damage on their command and control as possible, at the very last moment, and in complete secret, she had been given a secondary objective.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While officially secret, truth was anyone in the know of such matters had heard of the Red Room before. But it was one of those things barely anyone talked about, and beyond the rumors, anyone actually knew anything concrete about except it did exist for certain. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Out of the blue, General Brusilov confirmed those rumors and even more importantly, pointed her in the right direction. Not only was the Red Room real, like she always suspected, but their main complex was located directly under Moscow, lost in the labyrinth of the extensive Moscow underground and the current safe haven for likely tens of thousands of Russians undoubtedly cowering in the innumerable bunkers, stations, tunnels and shelters there. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Khutulan's secondary objective was simple. If practical make contact.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then let them loose in an effective manner.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;God Bless ambiguous orders.<br><em><br>NPC's:</em><br>General Belisarius Brusilov: Sorge AFB Commander, Grandson of General Aleksei Brusilov (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aleksei_Brusilov)<br>Professor Gennady Gavrilov (http://imgur.com/UuE35) : Head Engineer of Crimson Dynamo Project<br>AIM Scientist Deveraux: Male Biotechnology Specialist from France (http://marvel.com/universe/A.I.M.)<br>AIM Scientist Damar: Female Intelligence Analyst from Netherlands (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Hayley%20Williams/HayleyGlasses.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:30:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Affiliation;</strong>&nbsp; The Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, The Psych Hospital<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tags;</strong>Famine and soon to be Nobody.&nbsp; Open</span></span><br><br>Magneto looked up and down at the corpse before him and smirked.&nbsp; That was quite a clever use of a phase shifting ability if he had ever seen one.&nbsp; Someone obviously knew how to handle the soldiers that were all about the area, but his admiration of the grisly death of one of Apocalypse's men was short lived.&nbsp; He assumed it had been at the hands of their guest because he had kept seeing someone walking through walls out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; Only a 'walker' for lack of a better nickname could pull such a feat.&nbsp; Kitty of the X-Men was quite similar in that regard.&nbsp; But the scream he and his two teleports had heard was enough to make him forget about the 'ghost' and he nodded for one of his men to get him downstairs as quickly as possible.&nbsp; The sound of one of his own screaming sounded as if it had come from the kitchen, so that was where he needed to be.&nbsp; Before they had disappeared however, Magneto had ordered his remaining teleport to scout the rest of the building.&nbsp; He didn't want to leave anything to chance as he saw Selene for the first time.<br><br>"Ah, so you are the one that has taken quite an interest in this area of the world as one of Apocalypse's horsemen if I am to guess."&nbsp; Erik called out cheerfully as his teleport landed them behind the 'Queen'.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder and scowled at the remains of his men.&nbsp; "I know of only one person that can do as you have done here by all appearances, and that means you are far older than your obvious beauty says you to be.&nbsp; Your reputation precedes you my dear, Selene Gallio.&nbsp; I am curious however as to how you found me so quickly, for it is only me that you could possibly be after by coming here."&nbsp; He asked pleasantly enough but several knives and other sharp utensils said otherwise as Erik 'grabbed' a hold of them behind his back, hoping to catch Famine off guard and cut her down before she had a chance to do him harm.&nbsp; His free hand was still in front of him, casually at his side.&nbsp; If she had brought her adamantium weapon, Erik knew it would be nearly impossible to bend, but he could still manipulate it and put it to use however.&nbsp; He had after all almost ripped Wolverine's very skeleton from his body.&nbsp; If he had been given more time, he might have even succeeded, but now he'd never know.&nbsp; "If you had wanted me, all you had to do was ask, you didn't have to kill my fledgling brothers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:17:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxvqrbXGUG1qzcgeto3_250.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Sub-Villain<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow/ White Pillar Asylum<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Magneto, Nobody<br><br></span></span><hr>Steps begin to continue her path towards Magneto, intent on heading upstairs as the human had informed her, when something happened. Selene, combined with her age and her sheer raw power, was the closest to Apocalypse. She and the other Horsemen of course were linked with the Being, but she above all the others had something <em>more</em>. And it was this <em>more</em> that allowed her to feel the moment Apocalypse set his hand upon the giant crystal pyramid. Her eyes would widen, a sharp breathed hissed in as her entire body thrummed with the sensation. The feeling was fleeting though, and left her wanting more. Licking her ruby lips, she would quirk a smile to herself. She would have to have a meeting with the Master...<br><br>Meanwhile, Erik was kind enough to not have her make the journey. To the second level. She would stand with her back to the helmed mutant, seeming to ignore his words as he spoke. In truth, her eyes were searching, raven brows crinkling slightly as she eased her heated gaze about her surroundings. Never in her direct vision... always in her periphery..<br><br>.. this was no ghost...<br><br>Lifting her chin, pulling back her smooth shoulders, slowly she would turn to face Magneto, a smile upon red lips, a cock to leather clad hips. Plump tiers would purse as her face took on a feigned look of regret, lifting her shoulders in a shrug.<br><br><strong> “ Somehow, my dear Erik, I do not think you would have come to me had I simply 'asked'. And it is not seemly to speak on a lady's age.”</strong> Lolling her head slightly on a shoulder, she would use the gesture to again search in her periphery. Where was he... she would catch both the elusive ghost, as well as Magneto. Flitting her ice cold gaze to Erik again she would smile. Placing her hands behind her back, showing not an ounce of fear even while knowing there was plenty of metal in the room. <strong> “ Is that sentiment in your tone that I hear? And to think that Sebastian once revered you. You were once a bastion for those such as we of Hellfire, seeking to prove the humans as the weak beings they really are. Now listen to you.”</strong> A pretty pout would purse her lips, looking chagrined as she sighed gently. “<strong> But none of that matters now. I have been ordered to bring you directly to the Master. He says he wants to deal with you personally. Now Erik... just what <em>did</em> you do to make him so enamored?”</strong> <br><br>As she spoke her final words she would give a push of her Power, the stone beneath Magneto's feet lifting in the attempt to wrap around his feet and lower legs to hold him tight in place. If this failed, she also caused the nearest wall to form stone arms in the attempt to wrap him&nbsp; in a bear hug. She also kept her eyes searching, and the moment that Nobody attempted to phase through any part of any wall she could see, it would instantly dissolve into dust, in the hopes she would befuddle him enough to 'catch' him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 18:37:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn5.movieclips.com/millennium-entertainment/s/subject-two-2006/0465466_28185_MC_T.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> "Никто не"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, Белые столбы [White Pillars Psychiatric Hospital]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Magneto, Famine<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The strangers talking to each other certainly had his attention, the Russian man could see that there was some sort of history going on here. He'd watched as the man made the metal knives float into the air so wonderfully and the lady would make the floor and walls move around. Such wonderful things to see.<br><br>So he slips a bit, and when Selene destroys the wall he was walking through at the time he's not 'befuddled' so much as he barely seems to notice- leaving him clearly visible to the others. He's obviously a patient by the clothes he's wearing and he hasn't shaved in a while but those eyes- beyond being shades much too light for normal eyes- carried a nervous energy of madness in them.<br><br>"<strong>No Point.</strong>" he says in Russian, realizing he's been solidly spotted, "<strong>No point at all.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 19:01:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Affiliation;</strong>&nbsp; The Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Moscow, The Psych Hospital<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tags;</strong>Famine and Nobody.&nbsp; Open</span></span><br><br>Magneto offered a grin at Selene's words regarding her age, chuckling lightly since she did have a valid point.&nbsp; "You'll have to forgive me then madam, but you haven't been a lady for quite a long time.&nbsp; An old bag of bones held together by sheer force of will and the occasional feasting upon innocent mutants however, that I'd gladly agree to call you since that is all you are.&nbsp; And you mistake sentiment for rage since those were not humans you killed, but mutants.&nbsp; Freshly turned by your 'Master', using Judgment, a serum crafted from his very blood if the rumors are to be believed.&nbsp; Oh I know all about you madam Gallio, and the one you call your leader.&nbsp; As for why Apocalypse wants me, your mentioning of Sebastian Shaw does seem like the only reason he'd want to destroy me himself.&nbsp; I was after all the one that killed the fool."&nbsp; Magneto replied, not ashamed to admit it since that had happened ages ago now as far as he was concerned.&nbsp; Apocalypse might not agree but to Magneto, it was old news, left better to rot where it belonged, at the bottom of the sea with the sub the bastard had been inside at the time preparing to go nuclear in an attempt to spread the mutant gene through radioactive fallout.<br><br>He easily levitated himself off the ground the moment the ground attempted to swallow him.&nbsp; Magneto wagged a finger in disapproval at Selene's attempt as his teleport helped him to avoid a second attempt at being grabbed by the wall behind him.&nbsp; "You'll have to do better than that my dear Selene."&nbsp; He jerked his hand that he had held behind his back this whole time forward and sent the knives he had been holding in place at the witch herself.&nbsp; He only let his attention lapse for a moment as he saw their 'ghost' finally make a formal appearance thanks to Selene's interference as she ripped the wall down around the powerful if insane mutant.&nbsp; The eyes gave that much away if not the clothes he wore.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; But not important at the moment as Magneto redirected his sharp knives if they had missed the first time while hovering a bit close to the ceiling.&nbsp; He 'sensed' the metal pipes in the wall above him and grinned as he 'grabbed' a hold of them with his free hand and yanked down hard, sending the ceiling crashing down upon Famine if all went well.&nbsp; His teleport wisely 'jumped' out of the area to avoid being smashed himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 03:17:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Magneto, Famine, Creepy Ghost Person possibly...<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp;Outskirts of Moscow </strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Subtlety wasn't a stereotype typically associated to Russians, nor was infiltration. But the truth was that both had strong traditions in Russian military history. For the Crimson Dynamo, she continued that proud tradition as her massive suit of armor stomped along the muddy, refuse filled river bottom of the Moscow River. The fact she was going upriver simply meant she had to ignore the literally disturbing sight that the river was still choked with the bloated bodies of so many innocent countrymen murdered. Butchered by these genocidal mutants. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was not one of them, she vowed to herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;These mutants were monsters. They had to be swept away from Russia. Like the Nazis and the French before them. Only in this case, it wouldn't just stop at Russia's borders. She wasn't going to stop until everyone of these superpowered monsters was cleansed from the world as it should have been. Seeing the bodies drift overhead simply reinforced her burning desire for vengeance and for defending the Motherland.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It took a few hours of slow slogging, her sensors working on a passive mode, trying to scan for unusual electromagnetic energy until finally, she started to get some responses. Her plan was simple. Find Magneto. Kill Magneto. Then kill the vampiric bitch. Considering her condition likely rendered her immune to the vampiric womans life draining power, Khutulan was more concerned with Magneto as she honestly wondered if her armor would be truly immune to the formidable control he had over the electromagnetic spectrum. As far as she knew or could guess, it would be up to her external forcefields and energy based structural integrity fields to maintain her armor during that particular confrontation. Also... the missiles would be of little use. She'd have to use the particle cannons and laser cutters instead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus, as much as she might enjoy drawing out Magneto's death for all of the lives lost today, she would have to strike him hard and quick.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe the vampiric mutant would provide more sport and visceral pleasure. Plucking her limb from limb sounded strangely appealing. Maybe she could deliver her delimbed body to the new government so they could have the satisfaction of a fair show trial followed by a swift public execution in Red Square. Just like the old days. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That would make her happy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A grim smile crossed the womans pale face.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then her electromagnetic sensors pinged.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then they flared.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Either a nuclear warhead had gone off, or this mutant terrorist Magneto had made his presence known. Her smile broadened. It was no longer grim. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was positively ecstatic as she turned her heavy armored suit towards the shoreline and pulled herself onto shore, sheets of water falling off of the mighty and thick plating as the one ton battlesuit started to take its first tentative steps onto land. The mapping software programmed into the suit quickly honed in on the source of the electromagnetic disturbance. The location was an insane asylum.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Someone upstairs had a sense of humor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teranis</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 02:22:10</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n265/TwiztiedStickboy/Blink_.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Clarice Ferguson<br>&nbsp;<strong>Title</strong> Blink<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Moscow/ White Pillar Asylum<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong> Apocalypse, Famine, Magneto<br><br><hr><br><br><em>"You are no ordinary mutant, my dear. You are not an after effect of random chance, you are born of destiny." Words expressed to Clarice by her grandfather as she looked at him a beaming smile cast upon lips. Giving audience to his words the pale girl would hesitantly let her hand gracefully cast itself into his own. Nervousness would go by the wayside as a wash of security and complete safety fell over her being. The Starchild seized it and was intrigued as her eyes closed and the vision began.<br><br>Blink felt like this would be a indisputable turning point for this world, perhaps even others in time. It felt quite right and even the humans would be integrated seamlessly into the population. Those who of course did not receive the gift of a recessive X-gene within them awakened. Even the world governments themselves would accept the vision of her grandfather; Although a bit reluctantly, it all seemed to just fall into place in the end. Yes, Clarice was ready for their gift to be received by the world and proudly take her place in it.<br><br><br>Those bright green hues of hers would gaze in his direction as they reopened. As her hand was released she contemplated what Apocalypse had said before walking away. That must explain why she never truly knew her parents that well at all. As well as why Selene was practically like a mother to the girl. Clarice knew the world barely tolerated mutants as it stood right now in the world. Even if she was to be hated nearly the world over Blink knew that to save the world it was a risk that must be taken.</em><br><br><hr><br><br>Shaking off the memory and coming back to reality Clarice was teleporting and using her connection to the woman to sense where Selene was at.. Her grandfather had told her to seek out Black Queen in Moscow, Russia. Well that was just wonderful, one of the largest countries as well cities in the world to go meet up with someone. Nonetheless, Starchild continued to pick up on Selene‘s trail. Blink knew she was becoming closer to her objective as she went. Finally, the pale skinned girl was almost right to her. The last thing that needed to happen was to disappoint either Apocalypse of Selene in any way.<br><br>Blink hurriedly made her way, but cautiously since her grandfather had plenty of people who stood against him just for existing.&nbsp; As Clarice stood and glanced towards the psychiatric hospital she would the noises from deep inside. What was going on in White Pillar Asylum? As Clarice ported into the building beside Selene she had a split second to lock eyes with Magneto. “What have you gotten herself into now? “ the only words spoken by her to Black Queen.<br><br>This could end very badly for the pair of herself and Selene. That look in the gaze of Magneto gave the impression he was determined to take Selene out, escape or both of those options. Hearing the metal pipes start to give, Magneto no doubt was trying to at least knock one of her closest friends out cold. In a fury that was not seen often in Clarice she wrapped one arm around Black Queen and teleported them so they would arrive behind Magneto. <br><br>As Blink attempted to get a hand to grip the Magneto’s shoulder, the girl plotted just how far off of the ground to make the man drop. The nerve he had even daring to harm Selene. If nothing else, she was close enough to hopefully catch him in the wave effect of her teleportation.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:22:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/74814A.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Genius, Man With The Plan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rurouni Safehouse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Every man, woman and child on God’s green Earth<br></span></span><hr><br>If you have a communications device… anything from the Avengers or X-Men or Fantastic Four or even a walkie talkie… you will be able to hear Tony Stark’s voice. It would first be broadcast in English, and then 4 more times in other languages. Anyone that can receive radio broadcasts, television signals, even some data signals will be able to hear the message. You won’t be able to communicate back, but you will hear his voice. And a few hours later.. you would hear the voices of others around the world, depending on the range of your communications device. It’s not spotless, there is going to be breakups in the signals and static… but it’s a start. <br><br><strong>“I know you’re out there listening. Looking for hope. Hiding from those that seek to destroy you. This being, Apocalypse has committed the first offense against us, against all of us. Borders, nationalities, religions, they don’t mean anything to him. If you are alive, you are a target; but you probably know all of this already, don’t you? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I want to tell you that hope still exists - that right now I am building an army for the grand counterattack... but I'm not. I can’t, not alone against such powerful tyranny. Every single one of us has been struck, or someone we care for has been struck. I have. But I know I have to keep going. And so do you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We’re far from ready to come riding out of the dawn and save the planet, but soon we will be. If you can hear me, and you aren't under the control of Apocalypse, then you are a part of this too. It doesn't matter what you think about yourself or your abilities or what you can or cannot offer - you are a part of this! <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mourn for the dead, pray for the living. That’s all we can do right now, until we are ready to strike back. To rise. To stand. To resist.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have full confidence that if all of you answer the call, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our home. To ride out this storm of war - and to outlive this menace of tyranny and violence. We are the only resistance left. You are humanity’s hope, each and every single one of you. You are the heroes now. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It may take days... it may take years... At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is what I am going to do.<br>Because I am Iron Man, and Apocalypse has not seen the last of me yet; nor has he seen the last of you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Our vengeance is coming.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 17:12:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/black-widow.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, Streets.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Black Queen, Blink, Crismson Dynamo<br><br></span></span><hr><br>As she was walking through the desrted streets of Moscow, Natasha couldn`t help but think this was indeed the end of everything she knew. The world was sorched and countless would be dead. Tasha didn`t weep, regime`s fall everyday. <br>But it see her homeland like this was indeed devistateing. Natasha wonderd if they would ever recover from this. <br>Was this the end of the human race as she knew it? Perhapes it was time, perhapes this was punishment for all the Sin and corruption happening around the world. Just then the buxem red heads thoughts were broken as her Avengers Comm link started flashing at her side. She had just put it back haveing given up trying to reach anyone. She then heard Tony`s message. <br><br>He was alive, Tony Stark was alive. <br>Of corse he was, the man was relentless as she was. <br>He said he was building an army for a counter attack. That they had to keep going. <br>To hear his voice was no small comfort to the Black Widow. Knowing one of her friends was alive gave her hope. <br>She desperatly clung to it as she continued listening to the transmission. <br>He said he was coming for Apocalypse and to keep the faith. Natasha knew she needed to survive, even if they were the only two Avengers left on the planet. She needed to survive to see her friend again. <br>Natasha switched off the transmitter, he could be across the globe but she would finde him. <br>Her team-mates were her family and she knew they needed to be together if they were ever going to hope to beat Apocalypse.<br>Just then Natasha heard something coming towards her, she raised her hand and indercated to the five Red room soliders to stop dead in their tracks. "Were are not alone." She said to them in her mother tongue.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 18:21:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">None at the moment</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>For the umpteenth time Xin Yu wondered what the hell happened? It seemed like only yesterday.... She was studying for finals and then the next thing would have been graduation. She had worked hard for her grades and would have been set to graduate with a perfect 4.0 in Biology, sure she did party with her roommate and that made her accomplishments even more impressive. Although there were something's that always made the Chinese girl perk up and one of the best memories was the first time she found her roommate wasted, comedy indeed.<br><br>After those thoughts always came the hard reality though... Xin Yu had watched her friends die from the Judgment serum one right after another, and then there was the fact that she had no clue if her parents and family back in China were still alive and unharmed. Knowing from experience herself if her family had survived they were probably members of the army of whoever did this. Then once again she curses the cold weather, why couldn't she have ended up someplace warmer? Looking down at scavenged ratty clothes she sighs, she wanted good clothes and hell while she was wishing she might as well add a hot shower. Possibly a warm bed as well and a hot meal, that wasn't to much to ask for was it?<br><br>Xin Yu had gone out as part of a 4 person squad earlier today, she had no clue what their mission was. That was the team leaders job she was just there to provide long range support. They figured she would be perfect for the role due to her inexperience... Then came that fateful moment when they stumbled into the ambush, it happened quickly and the only way she survived was the fact that she was further back in the group. She managed to get away now she was stuck wandering on her own...<br><br>Her radio crackles and Tony's message comes through... Putting together an army? How does one fight against all this? Xin Yu was counting her self lucky to survive all this.... She doesn't even bother to try to respond or anything, the last time she tried she only succeeded in bring a squad of bad guys down on her. The Chinese girl used to much energy in dealing with them which leads to her current situation... She is tired, cold and quite possibly lost... Scratch that she was definitely lost... Surrounding herself in energy she lifts up into the air as far as she dares. Spying a large building she takes her time flying over to it, her eyes constantly searching for enemies and finds one on the roof of the building she is heading to.<br><br>Xin Yu doesn't give him time to act striking first with a blast of her own. The energy she uses is black with the only other color showing is a thin film of dark violet licking at the edges. At first she is satisfied seeing the blast cutting through the man's chest, but then comes the surprise as the building begins to rumble. Evidently the building wasn't to stable to begin with and the blast must have hit something to finish the building off. She can only watch as it falls the sound is deafening and then she realizes that she might not have that much time before more are attracted to the collapsed building.<br><br>Taking off Xin Yu moves as fast as she can while staying low in the cover of the buildings. The comes the breaking point as she exhausts the last of her energy... Her last sights are of the ground of the street rushing to meet her as darkness fills her vision. The Chinese girl bounces off the asphalt and eventually rolls to a stop unmoving....
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 03:29:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Darkbird, Black Widow<br></span></span><hr><br>Khutulan heard the message, and she more or less ignored it. Being who she was, it was obvious that she knew who Tony Stark was and she pretty much took the party line in believing Tony Stark was nothing more then an insufferable billionaire braggart, which was actually all basically true, but she, being herself, took it all as a negative. For her, right now, she was more concerned with the tangible. Such as his mention that communications might be more reliable. The Westerners were always good with tinkering with technology and other support roles, while leaving folks like her to do the real fighting. Just like they did with Hitler and Hirohito and Napoleon and the Mongols before that. It is always Russia that must be thes sacrificial Christ of nations while the rest of the West enjoyed the benefits of their vigilance and suffering.<br><br>Undoubtedly Tony Stark was likely in some tall tower of luxury, dispensing orders like a post-apocalyptic playboy. <br><br>Meanwhile she was stomping down the streets of ruinous Moscow, making a steady beeline towards the asylum where the magnetic pulse occurred. Once there, she'd find Magneto and any of these other mutants and smash them. It was a simple enough plan. One hard to misinterpret. <br><br>Before she cleared a block though, a disruption to her simple plan occurred. It started off innocuously enough, as nearby a building collapsed and she was immediately wary, as her sensors started to ping and detect thermal and energy signatures in the darkness, well out of her line of sight which looked like projections of energy or weapons exhaust. A battle or explosion or something along those lines had occurred. And unless the mutants were fighting each other, doubtful really, that meant there was a fight, or a massacre.<br><br>Immediately she faced a crisis. Continue on towards the asylum and her main objective, or take a short side cut and investigate. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had a sense that there were people there that needed help. She made a snap decision and headed towards the location of the collapsed building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 19:40:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/black-widow.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, Streets.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Crimson Dynamo<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Natasha walked the ruins of the once great city of Moscow. Her plan was ever changeing, adapt to survive. She needed to get to a high piont within the city to send a transmission to her team-mate. Contacting Tony without revealing herself to the enemey. <br>As they turned a corner they reached the Asylum. A large mass strcuctre was heading in their direction Tasha felt the ground shake. <br>Pulling out&nbsp; her trusty SHEILD Gun the Black Widow spun on her heel to see that of Crimson Dynamo heading towards her. <br>Natasha was unsure if it was the Crimson Dynamo but the armour did look very familar. Friend ore foe? <br>"Halt!" She called out in English as the five men behind her drew their Red Room weapons. <br>"State youre name and business in this area!" She said in a cold and direct voice. <br><br>Natasha knew that it had enough fire power to take them all out even though it was outnumberd. <br>She would not loose now, she had to fight, had to survive if only to see her friend once more.<br>Whatever happened here could forge alliences with old enemeys, the men walking with her were proof of that. <br>But Natasha knew even those who werent working directly for Apocalypse could still be a threat to her. <br>Using this global tradgerdy to serve their own selfish needs. She Kept her weapon pionted infront of her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 04:41:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>English?<br><br>Khutulan was immediately wary. Especially since the English was delivered with such a good accent. Her armored torso, several feet in diameter, twisted to face the the origin of the voice as she immediately detected, though couldn't optically confirm, the presence of at least four, but possibly upwards of eight targets but the only one she could see was a red haired woman leveling a gun at her. Whoever they were, the way they moved and handled their weapons meant they were professionals. Tier one type of professionals. She turned her power armor fully towards the direction of her challengers and turned up the illumination of her night time optics, trying to identify the woman who dared look down one ton of power armor. But as a facial image was formed on Khutulans heads up display, it didn't strike her as familiar though she seemed to have a natural... air of authority. And from her eyes alone Khutulan knew she was Russian.<br><br>But that American accent, it was flawless.<br><br>It took a moment, but the pilot soon deduced who they were. Red Room operatives.<br><br>Khutulan decided to identify herself. <br><br>"Captain Khutulan Karpitskaya, Russian Air Force. Callsign Dynamo. I am a test pilot operating out of Sorge Air Force Base. I was equipped with this suit of armor for special operation to save lives and crush the invaders leadership," Khutulan explained calmly and succintly, not wanting to waste words while deep in enemy territory. She also answered the flame haired woman in a far more thickly accented English. She lowered her arms, despite the fact her armor was equipped with just as much chest and even some head mounted weapons as well. "Now your turn little girl. Who are you and your friends?" While one of her secondary objectives was to link up with the Red Room facility, she was wary of the near mythical spymasters and the rumors of traitors, defections and corruption that had infested their ranks over the years. While the current genocidal invasion tended to smooth over such things, she was still wary. And the fact she was encased in one ton of advanced technology and armor did only a little to comfort her in the face of this encounter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 23:53:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9ry89hWnVWaY16gwYPOKbtD2HkM1S03w6XwpS8OSDHjlonsmv)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Sub-Villain<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow/ White Pillar Asylum<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Blink<br><br></span></span><hr><em> "I did not ask for you intrusion Lady Gallio. You risk much with those prying eyes of yours; but I cannot blame you. You are wise and intelligent, I would be alarmed if you weren't suspicious. Continue to impress me and I will bring you fully into my fold. Find me Magneto! &nbsp;As soon as you have him, tell Blink to escort you both to Cairo immediately. She should be somewhere near you already. Do not fail me in this, Famine."</em><br><br><br>&nbsp;The message within her mind sent such a thrill though her. Lips would curl in the smallest of smiles. Dearest Daddy wanted so bad to be more angry with her, but he couldn't. Selene however knew better then to send back a retort, even though the smile faded quickly and a scowl would work across her brow as the pending arrival of Blink was mentioned.<br><br>Smack in the middle of toying with Magneto, and there was Blink, wrapping Selene up to transport them both behind the target.&nbsp; The rage at this transgression was instantaneous. With a snarl of derision she would force herself harshly from Blink's grasp, levitating back a few feet from the girl as Magneto was dealt with. Eric was quick on the draw however, and was already gearing up for another attack. Narrowing her eyes at the girl she almost called daughter, her arms would cross as she floated there, clicking her tongue against her teeth and giving a slight sniff. <br><br>Blink would know that Selene was furious. But she would also know Selene was a professional. First things first, before the reprimand came. <strong> “ Apocalypse wants Magneto, now. Take us all there immediately. I'll deal with you when we arrive.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 04:26:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Slowly Xin Yu comes around and looks about from her place on the ground. Well she wasn't surrounded that was a good thing at least.... Still she was in a place where they might find her easily so she should get moving. Pushing herself up she lets out a small gasp of pain, how far had she fallen? She doesn't think anything had been broken except her pride anyways. Picking a direction she starts moving until she hear something big moving and then she starts running.<br><br>The girl still felt weak as her reserves continued to charge, but here in the night and the dark they seemed to charge faster. Xin Yu thinks about it a moment and nods as this little fact seems to strengthen the thoughts she has had of the source of her new powers actually coming from the Darkforce Dimension. She had only heard rumors about the place, but none of it had been good. So far was she in her thoughts that she doesn't realize where she is going until she lays her eyes on a large set of power armor.<br><br>Skidding to a stop Xin Yu falls backwards onto her butt and crabwalks backward trying to put some distance between them. Only then does she notice the other woman with weapon drawn and she lets out a loud curse forgetting that the night would carry it to both of them, <strong>"Go niang yang de!"</strong><br><br>Focusing inwards she takes a mental note of her reserves and finds that they are adequate if she needs to fight. Standing back up she strides forward as the energy surrounds her... The blackness with dark purple tint lines her form ready to be used in any way Xin Yu sees fit, but she didn't really want a fight so she does try to talk first. Lifting her chin up she calls out in Chinese first, then in English just in case, <strong>Nǐ shì shuí? Péngyǒu háishì dírén? Who are you? Friend or foe?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 22:53:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Apocalypse.&nbsp; That was the name, he had come to discover of the being who dared to invade his homeland of Latveria, who dared to lay claim to the Earth when it was Doom's by right.&nbsp; The armor clad man sat in a large chair on the bridge of his ship, a chair that looked more like a throne than a command seat.&nbsp; His fingers were splayed just below his metallic masked face, and cold, calculating eyes peered out from behind that mask to watch a series of view screens that were displayed in front of him.&nbsp; On the bridge platform above him, servants milled about, maintaining the huge ship high in the sky, and ensuring that it remained cloaked from both the naked eye and advanced sensors.&nbsp; Thanks to precautions he had taken, he was confident that for the time being, they were shielded even from telepathy.&nbsp; Some of those servants were even human and not robotic, fiercely loyal citizens of Latveria hand selected by Doom himself.<br><br>He had been forced to abandon his castle when, after a full day of relentless attacks by the seemingly unlimited troops of his new foe, he realized that if he stayed where he was, he would not win.&nbsp; His ship had been cloaked and waiting high above his homeland for just such a contingency, and so, he had to transport himself to his ship and leave his castle, his laboratory, his loyal citizens and his remaining robotic legions behind to secure his escape.&nbsp; Oh, he could only imagine what Apocalypse had done to his people.&nbsp; He would rue the day he dared to cross Victor Von Doom.<br><br>A variety of images played out over the screens, showing locations all over the world.&nbsp; The fact that he could still somewhat see what was going on at this point was a testament to his genius.&nbsp; He was not certain of how much longer he would have access to such intelligence however.&nbsp; His foe was not one to underestimate... but the outcome of this struggle for dominion of the Earth was not in doubt to the former Latverian monarch.&nbsp; Doom would prevail.&nbsp; Doom will always prevail in the end.&nbsp; His only regret was minor at best... that his hated rival Reed Richards may in fact meet his demise at the hands of someone besides him.&nbsp; <br><br>Right now, his ship was high above the city of Moscow, or should he say the former city of Moscow.&nbsp; He had sent scanning drones, each cloaked from basic scans and sight down to scout the area and report what they had found, their signals making use of tachyon pulses at relatively short range.&nbsp; It was the same as the other cities he had searched.&nbsp; Ruins... the only life found that of Apocalypse's superhuman shock troops.&nbsp; He had indeed witnessed on an occasion humans being injected with some sort of serum by Apocalypse's forces, some of which were seen being led by 'villains' he recognized from before the attacks.&nbsp; He wanted to get a sample of that serum for study, but thus far an opportunity had not presented itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Speaking of superhumans... one of the screens lit up an alert, and the image of three individuals appeared to his vision.&nbsp; He recognized the Black Widow, the spy turned Avenger... and the armored one looked very much like the infamous Crimson Dynamo.&nbsp; The third he did not recognize at all.&nbsp; His attention was on the trio as they conversed amongst themselves... he would wait and see if they were working for or against Apocalypse.&nbsp; Allies it seemed could be found in the most unlikely of places.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 04:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/black-widow.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, Streets.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Crismson Dynamo, Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha was surprised to learn the Crismson Dynamo was a female infact. So a new Dynamo was in Russia. <br>The Black Widow`s trust was a hard thing to gain and just beacuse they were both Russian women did not mean instant sisterhood. <br>Her Gun was kept firmly on target even as the Dynamo spoke to her. This Khutulan had no problem speaking down to Tasha by reffering to her as a "Littel Girl" if only she knew that Natasha was as old as salt. Her youghtful apperance kept by the chemicals in her veins. <br>Before the Widow had time to introduce herself another young woman enterd the scene. A beautiful young Chiense girl&nbsp; who clearly possesed great power, it was crackeling all about her body. A mutant perhapes? <br><br>The girl spoke in Chiense but Natasha understood her. The five red roomguards behind the Avenger now pionted their guns towards the girl.<br>"Who are you friend ore foe?" The girl asked. Slowly the Black Widow put down her gun and raised her hands, showing she was afriend, to both the Chiense girl and the new Crimison Dynamo. "My name is Natasha Romanov, I am known to many as the Black Widow. I am a current member of the Avengers, a world force protecting unit. These men with me are agents of the Red Room. A facility which has exsited in this country for decades. I came here to shut it down, but then the attack happened. Make no mistake comrades, the world we knew is over. Apocalypse was the first mutant, his powers are immense, and our only chance of surviveing is to work together." She paused after her long speech.<br>&nbsp;<br>She looked up at the Crimson Dynamo and then back at the mysterious girl. "Da?" was all she said next.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teranis</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 23:22:41</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n265/TwiztiedStickboy/Blink_.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Clarice Ferguson<br>&nbsp;<strong>Title</strong> Blink<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Moscow/ White Pillar Asylum<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong> Selene<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;<br><em><strong> “ Apocalypse wants Magneto, now. Take us all there immediately. I'll deal with you when we arrive.”</strong></em><br><br>“Well, since you are so accomplished I am astonished you do not just do it yourself. After all seems you were doing so well managing him all by yourself. I ought to tell grandfather I could be far more useful in other endeavors elsewhere then with you.”&nbsp; Said quite flately, expressionless face given to Selene regardless of the emotion she felt inside. No way she would give this ‘mother’ figure the satisfaction in the least. The teleporter would make her way over to Magneto and then toy with a shard in her hands twirling it for a moment before settling it back into her quiver.<br><br>“Let’s get this over with so you can be sent upon whatever task is next for you as well as I. Last thing I need is to have progress stalled over this entire Moscow fiasco.” Said to Black queen already noting she was furious. Sure, Clarice loved her to a point but it did not mean the pale one did not mind infuriating her as well. Would be fun to watch her cross the line and get dealt with. Hell, that might even get a amused smile across her lips as it did even at this moment. Just the thought of that alone made her force away a chuckle in her throat. Grabbing them both close enough she blinked them to their destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 23:00:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>After Natasha Romanov had revealed herself as... well, herself, Khutulan had spent most of the rest of the super spies somewhat unexpectedly inspiring statement debating whether or not to incinerate or otherwise eliminate her. But ultimately she decided not to. She even spared the identified mutant. Her words made sense, and the fact she was accompanied by five actual Red Room operatives further legitimized Natasha's presence, at least in Khutulan's eyes. "DA!" she replied in a somewhat booming voice, in response to the Black Widows statement.<br><br>"Listen," the power armored pilot then said. "Before I encountered you two, I was on a mission to eliminate some of the mutant leadership that was involved in this atrocity. We identified one of them as a mutant supervillain known as Magneto. But there are others as well. I recently picked up an electromagnetic signal emanating from a local mental hospital," she explained before turning to Natasha, more or less ignoring the Asian mutant as a manner of principle. "Perhaps with your experience, we can formulate a strategy to best attain our objective."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 23:57:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>There.&nbsp; The group was conversing about a plan of attack against Apocalypse's forces.&nbsp; That was good enough for Doom.&nbsp; He lowered his arms to rest his heavy gauntleted hands on the arms of his throne, one finger moving to activate a switch.&nbsp; The bridge hummed as the ship's transporter device was activated and, down below, a green glow surrounded the three would be heroes, and they were suddenly not where they were standing a moment ago.&nbsp; To the eyes of the Red Guard, the three superhumans suddenly vanished in a flash of green light, leaving them behind.&nbsp; They were, it appeared in a large chamber that looked somewhat like the bridge of a ship, lit well enough, though slightly dim by most standards.&nbsp; Robots and technicians milled about above on the bridge itself and, sitting about twenty feet from them on a throne fit for a king sat none other than Doctor Doom himself.<br><br>The Latverian monarch watched as the trio appeared before him and pondered how best to use them.&nbsp; The Dynamo would be useful as an offensive tactic.&nbsp; The Black Widow could be useful in terms of espionage if she was as good as her reputation.&nbsp; The third was unknown to him... which did not sit well with Doom.&nbsp; Still, her abilities would become apparent soon enough.&nbsp; He offered them a sweeping wave of his armored hand as he spoke, his voice powerful and commanding, with a slightly metallic edge to it.<br><br><strong>"You stand before Doom!&nbsp; You will aid me in my efforts to destroy Apocalypse, or you yourselves will be destroyed."</strong><br><br>He said this as though it were as casual as anything, and he didn't hesitate to talk down to them.&nbsp; They were after all little more than pawns to him.&nbsp; They would assist him in his endeavors.&nbsp; Of that he had no doubt.&nbsp; He had heard them speak of Magneto being present in the city.&nbsp; That was potentially problematic if the master of magnetism had allied himself with Apocalypse.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; Like all who stand against Doom, he would ultimately be destroyed if that were the case.&nbsp; He waited to see how the heroes would respond... would they give him the respect that he was due?&nbsp; Would they risk their pitiful lives in a futile effort to attack him?&nbsp; The next moments would tell him whether the three women had any amount of intelligence in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 21:03:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/black-widow.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Dooms Ship.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Doom, Crismson Dynamo, Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha knew she was gonig to have to beacome allys with these survivers. Learn how to trust them even though they could be anyone, she knew that the Crimsion Dynamo could well be allinged with the Red Guard, a potential enemy that could take her out. <br>The young chinese girl could be anyone and have any alliences. Natasha knew she would have to access the situatuion as quickly as possible. <br>But within moments she felt her body been teleported into the atmopsphere. Suddnely she&nbsp; was standing on the bridge of a spaceship. itwas none other then the ship of Victor Von Doom, aka Doctor Doom, enemey of the Fantastic Four. <br>Natasha pionted both of her guns at the Doctor. He said they would aid him in his efforts against Apocalypse. ore he`d kill them. <br>Natasha knew he could NOT be trusted and who was to say he wasn`t an ally of Apocalypse. He changed his alligences frequently. <br>How ellse could his ship have withstood the blast which had from what she had seen in the Red Room control room had whiped out power across the entire globe. <br><br>"How do we know we can trust you Doom?" She said walking towards him, guns pionted directly at him. <br>She noted the five members of the Red Room were missing, even though they were not to be trusted either Tasha could not in her correct mind leave them to whatever fate Apocalypse had planned for them. "The others I was with, why did you leave them?" She asked with her eyes narrowing at the man she considerd to be one of the Earth`s greatest threats.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 16:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Dr. Doom</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Xin Yu slowly allows the gathered energy to fade away as Natasha identifies herself. At least one Avenger is better then nothing, the team she had been a part of were all inexperienced with their powers and battle in general. At least there was someone here she could learn from... The other woman piloting the battle armor was more of a wild card, well that and the fact that she was ignoring the Asian girl. Anger rose, but got quickly shoved away this was not the time or the place. Her eyes turn to the Black Widow, <strong>"I'm Xin Yu Zhang... The people in my former resistance team had taken to calling me Darkbird."</strong><br><br>There wasn't much more time to say anything else as a green glow surrounded them and suddenly they were in a ship. Her eyes look around at the robots and techs working before a booming voice brings them to the armored figure on the throne. Doom... Who hadn't heard of him at some point in time, and one of her friends had claimed that Dr. Doom had built the first time machine. That of course doesn't interest her right now... Her mind is on the choice given to them, join Doom in a fight against Apocalypse or die. Of course he would use them, but this ship of Doom's would likely have equipment that Xin Yu could use.<br><br>Her eyes watch as the Black Widow draws down on Doom and comes to a decision. Slowly she strides forward covering about half the distance to the throne before turning and looking back at Natasha and the armored figure. Reaching down inside herself Xin Yu brings that dark energy to bare once again and lifts a force field cutting her and Doom off from the other two. Her eyes turn totally black from the power usage and after a moments silence she speaks, <strong>"If trust comes into play how do you know you can trust me? I'm a Judgment survivor myself... My team is dead and right now I believe that allying myself with Doctor Doom is my best bet. Not to mention I want my own shot at the bastard that killed my friends and made me like this. Allies can be found in the strangest places... He will also have the technology I need to analyze my blood, and if we get lucky and get a sample of that serum...."</strong><br><br>Her eyes focus on the giant suit of power armor and she grimaces, <strong>"This is my choice....Attack Doom and I will have no choice, but to counter. I would not like that since I only have hints about where my power comes from. If I am right and my power comes from the Darkforce Dimension, things could get really bad."</strong><br><br>Xin Yu turns her head to glance at the Doctor. There is no question that he could defend himself from the three of them, but she hopes this little display helps in convincing Doom to allow her access to whatever she can use in her own fact finding experiments, <strong>"Doctor... I know the type of person you are and that the chances of being left behind when you don't need us is better then 75 percent. I also know that my parents lived horribly just to send me to a good college in America, and now that I guess my graduation is on hold... That perfect 4.0 is going to have to wait, but I will help you in exchange for access to equipment so I can study my blood. The only other choice I would have is to use that crap that the Russians call technology, and they are in the dark ages anymore. Sadly they haven't been relevant for a long time now..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 22:34:57</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Doom, Black Widow, that Chinese Mutant<br></span></span><hr><br>Khutulan sighed inwardly as she saw the Chinese mutant show her obviously true colors and far too quickly join the side of this obvious supervillain and war criminal. Khutulan had always been wary of the Chinese mutant hoping she'd simply... disappear, but it seems that now her removal would need to be expedited. <br><br>She was leery of the sudden teleportation aboard the Latverian aerial warship, and even she was familiar with the villainous reputation of Dr. Doom. The Latverian Monarch, as every Russian knew, was the corrupt, technocratic, dark magic wielding leader of an isolationist, morally bankrupt and socially primitive country. While the fact that his ire was mostly directed at the West gave him a certain measure of respect in Russia, and in Khutulan's opinion, he was still a villain. During the Cold War, Latveria was one of the few Eastern European countries that had resisted being brought under the banner of World Communism, even rejecting the friendly overtures of China or Yugoslavia and instead decided to go its own path. Their isolationism combined with the fact that Dr. Doom was a megalomaniac whose efforts while usually directed towards the West, often ran contrary to Russia as well, meant Khutulan was leery of the villain.<br><br>The fact that the Black Widow's Red Room comrades had conveniently disappeared simply reinforced her perception that Dr. Doom was up to something nefarious, undoubtedly wishing to utilize them as pawns, not simply manipulate them. <br><br>Then the Chinese mutant had practically shown her true colors and even disparaged Russia to add insult to the injurious choice she made, in allying with a known supervillain and criminal as opposed to the rational choice of standing with her Socialist brethren against the Apocalypse. Though it took a bit of a stretch of her mind and rationale to arrive at this point, Khutulan took the chance with the odds and decided this farce must end.<br><br>She knew only what others knew of Dr. Doom and what was revealed to her at present.<br><br>The megalomaniac was currently over Russian airspace, demanding subservience from them and now the Chinese mutant had shown her true colors in allying with him. <br><br>They both must be eliminated. Better now then later. If what they said of Doom was true, he was a masterful manipulator and thus the longer she waited to take action, the smaller her opening to take advantage. After eliminating these two, she would be better able to commandeer this impressive vessel if in fact it was possible, and then utilize it and what she knew were impressive resources and technology aboard to assist her Motherland in liberating her country from the mutant menace.<br><br>She would be considered a Hero of Russia, having dispatched of both the mutant invaders and Dr. Doom in one decisive blow.<br><br>“You have chosen poorly mutant,” Khutulan stated before unleashing her opening barrage. With barely a thought, she went weapons hot, the wrist mounted rotary particle cannons humming to life as armored panels on her chest slid horizontally to reveal the launch points of a dozen miniature missiles, all loaded with anti-armor warheads. <br><br>The particle cannons which fired bullets of air jacketed in an ionic field in theory had a near limitless ammunition supply only limited by the stress of the metal itself and her suits power supply but was ultimately a rapid fire weapon meant to be utilized only on lightly armored targets. The missiles though, they were the real heavy hitters, the powerful warheads capable of independent tracking and seeking and randomized flight patterns, the shaped charges capable of busting tanks despite their small size. She used the former on the mutant, having little idea what the threat of the 'Darkforce' was while unleashing a volley barrage of missiles at the villainous Monarch. If one missile could penetrate a battle tank, certainly a dozen could reduce this Latverians armor to rubble she thought, not realizing that his armor alone was easily as advanced as hers. <br><br>The armor plating of Doom's might've been less durable, but the esoteric tech and wholly mysterious mystical fields surrounding him made it far more formidable then she could've imagined. Regardless she unleashed her best opening salvo as a barrage of ionizied bullets thudded into the Darkforce barrier erected by the Chinese mutant, charged energy striking a dark, negative energy field as her gatling gun like barrage slowly hammered away, but only ever so slightly eroding Darkbird's protective shield.<br><br>At the same moment the dozen missiles erupted from plumes of smoke and fire, belching forth and arming themselves immediately upon ejection, each missile screaming past the Chinese mutate. Perhaps if Khutulan focused her efforts on Darkbird alone, she would've been eliminated. But in that split second she decided on dividing her firepower. Barely a fraction of a second passed as Dr. Doom, either unwilling or unable to make any move to defend or evade the barrage, suddenly had the same dozen micro-missiles detonate and engulf the armored human in a fiery conflagration of smoke and flames, the shockwave of the simultaneous impacts rippling outward with enough force to knock anyone not weighed down by and armored suit to at the very least be knocked clean off their feet. <br><br>For a split second, Khutulan's heads up display and sensors flickered as both targets disappeared in a rapidly expanding cloud of smoke and dust, the missiles explosive radius not just affecting their target, but the resulting blasts taking out chunks of the nearby computers and monitors and robotic assistants that were too close to the blast. A metallic face plate hurtled through the air, bouncing off of the Crimson Dynamo's chestplate before clattering to the ground before her. She'd lost all contact or reads on the Chinese mutant and was preoccupied with other concerns at the moment to devote too much time to care.<br><br>Almost as an afterthought, Khutulan glanced to see if Black Widow was alright. It had been quite the terrific explosion and despite Natasha's reputation of being a traitor to the West, the super spy did still command Khutulan's respect and she didn't want to see such a valuable asset to Russia unnecessarily harmed. But soonafter checking on Natasha's status, another firing solution popped up on her display as through the thick, impenetrable cloud of smoke and debris, her sensors picked up a new target and she turned her attention forward, her eyes growing wide as she realized the sensors were picking up a strong power signature along with the physical silhouette matching that of the Latverian Monarch. In her brain, her sensors were rattling off the diagnostics, half of them detecting unknown or exotic energies and properties clearly unknown to Russian science as her scanners soon formed a firing solution.<br><br>It was the exact same one as before. <br><br>Dr. Doom was still standing.<br><br>Somewhat dismayed, Khutulan did the first thing that occurred to her.<br><br>She grunted and prepared a secondary barrage as with a thought she heated up the laser cutters, brought the palm mounted Ironman style repulsor beams online and most importantly activated Dr. Vanko's pride and joy, the electromagnetic disruptor, chastising herself for not using it in the first place. She'd paralyze his armor, then blast him apart. Surely that would work, she more hoped then rationalized. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 23:19:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doom cast his eyes on the trio that stood before him as they reacted to his words.&nbsp; First there was the Black Widow, the Avenger, one who claimed to be a 'hero', yet constantly pit herself and her allies against him in efforts that only delayed the inevitable.&nbsp; If they could only see that his rule was the only way the Earth would survive and prosper... and as the woman deigned to ask how they could trust him, he almost seemed to smile, even though his mask was covering his face.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You needn't concern yourself with petty betrayals on my part.&nbsp; I can assure you that we will remain allies until such time that Apocalypse is crushed.&nbsp; Right now you are too valuable to me to simply cast aside."</strong><br><br>She continued, asking of the fate of the men who had been with her on the ground.<br><br><strong>"They are insignificant... beneath my notice."</strong><br><br>Doom left it at that, his attention shifted to the Chinese mutant who stepped to injterject with her own words and actions, proclaiming herself to be his ally, even threatening the other two as she activated some sort of force field of darkness.&nbsp; Fascinating.&nbsp; He listened to her go on about this and that and how she expected access to his technology.&nbsp; Doom seriously doubted that the girl would even understand the technology that his genius had wrought.&nbsp; His armor's sensors told him that the Dynamo's armor's energy was spiking.&nbsp; She was going to attack them both, the fool.&nbsp; Still, no reason to tip his hand just yet.&nbsp; Besides, he wanted to see what this Darkbird could do.&nbsp; His voice resounded through the chamber as he responded to Darkbird.<br><br><strong>"You can rest assured that your blood will be analyzed, as will a sample of Apocalypse's serum when we obtain it."</strong><br><br>Then came the armored woman's simple words, followed up by a barrage that shook the entire bridge of the ship.&nbsp; Some of his robotic minions suffered for the Crimson Dynamo's brash move, but Doom did not care at that moment.&nbsp; Robots and even people could be replaced.&nbsp; Only Doom would ever persevere.&nbsp; When the smoke cleared, Doom was still sitting on his throne, which seemed to be as unscathed as the man himself, though the ground around him was scorched and cracked, a testament to the power of the Dynamo's assault.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Fool."</strong><br><br>He could see that Darkbird was apparently still standing as well.&nbsp; Perhaps the Chines mutant would serve her purpose better than he thought.&nbsp; His sensors were picking up another surge from the Dynamo, this one more powerful than the last.&nbsp; He had no doubt that his force field could withstand her next assault as well, but he would not leave it to chance that his ship would be further damaged.&nbsp; He stood then, activating another failsafe... it was no mere chance that he had teleported the three to the spot that two of them now still stood.&nbsp; From the ceiling came a metallic object which, just after launching downward, exploded into a multitude of smaller objects that seemed to be drawn to the Dynamo's armor.&nbsp; Each carried with it a pulse of electromagnetic energy, focused inward.&nbsp; If enough of them were to attach and discharge, her armor would likely become temporarily disabled, or so Doom was assured of.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I do hope you enjoy my lamprey mines, Dynamo.&nbsp; I had been saving them for the Avenger Iron Man, but necessity dictates that they be used to dispatch you now."</strong><br><br>He swept his cape with flourish as he watched, his voice low, but still as imposing as ever.<br><br><strong>"None may resist the will of Doom.&nbsp; Not you, not Apocalypse... <em>no one.</em>"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 20:18:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Dr. Doom, that fell Chinese Mutant, Black Widow<br></span></span><hr><br>It was certainly unexpected as Khutulan suddenly found the MIRV style mines all being drawn to the armored carapace of her suit of power armor and immediately she started to swat away at the exotic explosives, as if expecting them to blast her apart. The look of the massive arms of her suit of armor swatting off a couple of mines sticking to her armor was almost comical as various alarms started to sound off in her heads up display of proximity alarms when suddenly a soundless detonation anticlimactically rippled through the room and the mines, still physically intact, simply fell off of the suddenly unmoving suit of armor.<br><br>An almost peculiar sense of peace and calm came over the chamber, while within the suit itself,&nbsp; audible alarms and flashing warning lights started to turn into static and white noise, the warning displays becoming jumbled and flickering as a voice over it all droned how one system after another was offline. Cursing aloud to the point of screaming, Khutulans field of vision suddenly went black as it seemed even the main systems were taken offline by some sort of electrical interference let off by the lamprey mines. The red lights of the helmet even dimmed to darkness as the limbs of the once flailing suit of armor simply fell to their sides, like it had simply been switched off.<br><br>“No! No! No! No!” Khutulan cursed underbreath, her fingers blindly fumbling about in the complete darkness of the suits interior. Dr. Anton Vanko was a genius of electrical engineering. Surely he had some sort of countermeasure to this line of attack. It was a hope, but not a blind one. She noticed that the pulse had taken offline her more advanced and modern systems first, before shutting down the main system as well including her suits motor and ambulatory functions. The very core of the suit of armor. The part of it that was designed by Vanko himself before everything turned into electronics and exotic technology and circuitry.<br><br>If she could bring the powerplant back online, the mechanics of the suit itself should be in working condition, even if everything else didn’t work.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers probed a panel behind her, as she felt herself practically wrenching her shoulder almost out of place as she slid back a panel and restarted the suits powerplant and suddenly the upper interior of the suit was bathed in a soft, dim red light and her helmet started to glow again. With the neural link down, she’d have to manually operate the suit, like it was designed originally. Sliding her arm back into place, she slid back the panels and gripped the butterfly levers, feeling the caked dust on them as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the manual controls. Then with a simply slamming of her head against a button on the interior of the helmet, an armored panel slid back, giving her an outside view of the world through a narrow, horizontal panel in the helmet that was transparent and lightly armored, but still shaded her vision red. Not enough of a field of vision as before, but enough for her to spot Dr. Doom.<br><br>She tightened her grip on the hand levers, the fists of the armored suit responding immediately by clenching tightly. Then, without further ado, she broke into a literal run, and her suit responded in kind, sprinting forward at human speed. Every system it seemed was offline except the powerplant and the mechanical operations that allowed her to move about. But it’d be enough she felt. With one ton of powered armor behind her, she’d crumple Dr. Doom and his suit like a tin can.<br><br>Or so she willfully deluded herself into thinking.<br><br>The floor of the chamber itself was thudding from the pounding footfalls of the one ton plus armor stomping into a sprint towards the Latverian dictator as Khutulan suddenly felt thankful for the Russian militaries emphasis on martial arts training. Not that she was an expert by any means, but her suit still had its super strength and for one thing, Khutulan definitely knew how to throw a boxing combination.<br><br>Closing in on Doom in a matter of seconds, she jumped off the floor, pulling her fist back like she was imitating Superman but at the last second, lifted her leg, bending it at the knee. The punch was a feint, the armored knee joint of the power armor being the actual attack. The two armored adversaries clashed together, as Khutulan let out her own war cry, not that anyone could hear it from within her armor. She’d smash this tincan Dictator with her bare (carborundum armored) fists if she had to, clearly overlooking the fact that she wasn’t the first foe of Doom to resort to try smashing him to a pulp with superior size and strength. <br><br>After all, he compared her to Iron Man. <br><br>IRON MAN!<br><br>The pathetic capitalist playboy who was even more odious then the crop of Russian oligarchs that leeched off post-Soviet Russia. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 00:03:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/black-widow.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Dooms Ship.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Doom, Crismson Dynamo, Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha listend as Doom spoke in his condersending voice. He said for them not to concern themselves with betrayls of the past. <br>Which was a hard thing to do given his record. He was a naturious "turn coat" and with the stakes so very high Tasha wasn`t sure she could afford to trust him. He was extremly powerful and could kill her very easily, the Avengers enounters with him in the past took the joint efforts of the entire team to take him down. <br><br>But he said they were too vuneralbe to cast him aside. This was sadly true, as Apocalypse forces were mighty indeed. <br>Perhapes Natasha could uterlise his reasources to serve the greater good. The young Chiense girl introduced herself as Xin Yu Zhang.<br>Her codename was "Darkbird" and although she was young it was clear angr was boiling in her veins. She wanted vengence, Tasha was worried such raw emotion could lead to faliure in battel. Would she have to put her down if things got out of control? What moreal decisions would she be faced with in the cominng days. <br><br>The Widow was suddenly knocked off her feet when the Crimson Dynamo suddenly attacked doom. The blowback from her weapons sent the Avenger flying backwards against the ships bulkhead. Natasha slid down it her guns knockd free from her hand. Slowly she picked&nbsp; herself up as the smoke cleared in the room, Doom was uneffected, throwing a jarb compareing Dynamo to Iron Man. <br>Tasha also noted that Darkbird was still standing, uneffected, which indercated that the young girl indeed possed great power. <br>"Wait!" Natasha called out to no one in particular. She staggerd forward towards the Crimson Dynamo. <br>"As much as it pains me to say it....I feel an allieance is our only chance of survival...whatever factions we worked for before the attacks...whatever we belived is gone...." She sighed as she turned towards Doom and walked towards him. <br>"What is it you suggest as a plan of attack?" She owdnerd if he had heard Tony`s tranisition. But she wasn`t about to risk endagering her friends plan. Even if she didn`t make it out alive, she wanted to know that Tony Stark would go on. The world needed him and as much as she wanted to be reunited with him it was not safe at the moment. <br><br>For now she would work with Doom until he presented himself to be a danger to the survival of mankinde.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 00:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Dr. Doom</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>As Doom assured her that her blood and the serum.... If they got a hold of some would be analyzed and that would be a good thing. She remembers what it felt like to have it injected into her body and the helplessness that came as it forcibly changed her body along with that mind controlling agent that urged her to serve the master. Xin knows that if she had been given any more doses things would be different for her. Then comes the words from the Russian mǔgǒu....<br><br>She chuckles at the thought of being dismissed so easily and had even made sure she had insulted the pilot as well. Xin Yu might be a mutant now, but to be so pointedly ignored? Well two people could definitely play that game... Throwing a wink towards the pilot she says out loud, <strong>At least I make a choice... Common dogs like you only do what your masters say... That's why you'll only be a military dog... Too tā mā de dumb to make your own decisions."</strong><br><br>She strengthens her field before the cannons open up and she just watches as her field of energy deflects the rounds. Adjusting accordingly Darkbird sets the field to where it uses the least amount of power, but it still take care of the job. She smiles and shakes her head as the barrage shifts to Doom... So stupid. Xin Yu might be a fighter herself, but even she understands the fact that you make sure your target is down before shifting focus elsewhere. Darkbird takes the field down and shifts her position waiting for the right moment.<br><br>Holding up her hand she&nbsp; focuses creating a pulsing sphere of energy in the palm. Then Doom creates that opening with the mines and their supposedly taking down the systems of the giant suit. Cocking her head Xin Yu wonders why they had to make the suit so big? Must be some Russian engineers attempt of overcompensating... Finally she gets her chance as the suit charges Doom. Letting the sphere fly to where it flashes past the suits eye panel and continues past.... Now one would think that it was a miss, but with nimble maneuvering of her fingers Darkbird directs the energy to circle around and come in at a spot at the armors back. Xin Yu smiles and calls out to the suit, <strong>"Wrong move dog!"</strong><br><br>Her fingers move sending the sphere up above the suit before diving down aiming for the spot right behind the head of the suit. Darkbird herself has one more surprise and suddenly opens her mouth and fires a blast from there aimed at the suits side. Then came the Black Widows words and Darkbird cuts off her attacks and the sphere hovers in the air just inches from striking the suit. The other blast couldn't be stopped though so whatever happens would... As Xin Yu's dark eyes catches sight of the Widow's stagger she hurries over and offers a supporting shoulder as an arm wraps around Natasha's waist, <strong>"You alright?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 22:40:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Dr. Doom, that fell Chinese Mutant, Black Widow<br></span></span><hr><br>If Khutulan could hear Darkbird, she might've possessed a more unfavorable opinion of her. But with her armors electronics suddenly mostly taken offline, the powerplant was merely pushing forward the mechanical operations and thus, the rest of her sensors were in the dark, including auditory. The Chinese womans words fell on figuratively deaf ears. In fact, except for the transparent armored viewing port, she didn't even notice Darkbirds initial attack until it was flying past her line of sight and then started to rapidly swirl around her. Not wanting to lose momentum of her initial charge, Khutulan pressed forward, figuring whatever this Darkforce was, whatever was going to happen was going to happen. Having committed to the attack, she couldn't really just stop. <br><br>Thus she was still in a bounding charge straight towards the Dictator when a powerful blast of the Dark Force energy slammed into the back of her heavy power armor suit and immediately Khutuluan grunted, as her forehead slammed against the interior of the helmet with a dull thud, causing her to grunt at the barely perceptible pain that should've been throbbing from her head. Being somewhat dead had its advantages it seemed. Unsure of what, if any damage she had, she didn't register what had occurred until she realized her armor was still sprinting forward, only now at an uncontrollable pace thanks to the momentum that the backhanded attack on her rear had caused. If the armors electronics were still intact, the attack would've likely been far more noticeable. As it was, her armor and its systems were seriously affected by Darkbirds attack, but in the current state, it didn't matter to Khutulan at the moment and in fact, provided more momentum for her charge.<br><br>She let out another muffled battlecry as she executed her first attempt at a tackle while wearing an armored suit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 01:44:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/black-widow.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Dooms Ship.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Doom, Crismson Dynamo, Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Natasha leaned on Darkbird for support. At least it appeared that Xin was someone who cared for her well being. At least for&nbsp; the time being she knew she could rest easier around her. Crimson Dynamo was a hot head and could spell trouble for Tasha if things got out of hand. <br>"Im fine." The Russian spy said with a reasurring smile to the young Chinese Girl. "Fine." <br>Dynamo owuld not stop her full on assualt against Doom. "Stop it!" Natasha screamed across the room at the Armoured suit. <br>"Youre stupidity will destroy this ship and kill us all." Tasha saw one of her guns and kicked it up to her right hand with her foot. <br>She started fireing at Crimson Dynamo, it was ironic she was fighting to protect Victor Von Doom. <br>But the only way any of them could survive this was if they worked together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 19:44:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>As the Dynamo's armored suit shut down and the light on her visor dimmed down to darkness, Doom smiled beneath his mask.&nbsp; His genius was all encompassing and this only solidified that notion in his mind.&nbsp; He turned to the Black Widow as she announced her intentions to join forces with him and then asked what his plan of attack was.<br><br><strong>"We will first find a group of this 'Apocalypse's' forces... a smaller group should suffice.&nbsp; Then we shall obtain-"</strong><br><br>Doom didn't have time to finish his plan of action as he heard the thundering footfalls of the Dynamo's armor as she charged toward him, just as his armor alerted him that power had somehow been restored to the armored Russian woman.&nbsp; His eyes went wide, and then narrowed.&nbsp; <em>Impossible.</em><br><br><strong>"No.&nbsp; This cannot be!"</strong><br><br>He readied himself as the Dynamo charged him, prepared to defend himself as she closed in to attack him with fists and feet.&nbsp; That told Doom that she had not managed to restore power to her weapons systems.&nbsp; That was fortuitous, for though he was assured of his ship's ability to remain in the air, another attack like the one she had unleashed before could very well disable his cloaking device, and he was not ready to face Apocalypse or his forces directly just yet.&nbsp; Steel plated armored fists curled up and alighted with powerful energy as he waited for her to attack, but midway through her charge, Darkbird began to hurl insults as well as attacks of pure darkforce, one of which boomeranged around and struck the Dynamo in the back, sending her hurling at him with even more speed and force.&nbsp; Metal collided with metal with a resounding 'CLANG' that echoed throughout the bridge, and Doom was knocked back by the sheer weight of the Dynamo's armor.&nbsp; When they stopped moving, Doom seemed for a moment to be pinned to the ground.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed and with a flash of energy, Doom unleashed a powerful gauntlet blast meant to knock the Dynamo well away from him.<br><br><strong>"None may lay hands on Doom!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 22:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Dr. Doom</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Xin Yu smiles back at Widow's admission of being fine, but that smile changes as the armored footfalls grow faster. Looking up at Crimson Dynamo she is surprised to see it still moving. Looking for the black sphere she is mortified that she can't find it. Did it drop too low and hit the suit? It couldn't be since she had it falling straight down at Dynamo unless it had shifted. Darkforce could be unpredictable at times though.<br><br>She grimaces at the sound of armor hitting armor and Dr. Doom's answering attack left her breathless....
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 15:37:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Dr. Doom, that fell Chinese Mutant, Black Widow<br></span></span><hr><br>Khutulan blinked rapidly, the hazy blur slowly dissipating from her eyes as she glanced over to one side, then the other and soon confirmed she wasn't falling but in fact on solid ground. Also, rather positively, she still couldn't hear anything and was shrouded by red emergency lighting, thus meaning the armor was relatively intact and the powerplant still operating. But as she stared forward, she saw the Black Widow, the flame haired traitor to her people, aiming some manner of pathetic firearm at her while nearby the Chinese mutant was nearby, a mild look of concern on her face.<br><br>Black Widow was saying something, but Khutulan couldn't hear as her memory slowly caught up to her mind and she realized Dr. Doom had unleashed a blast of energy that had knocked her on her armored butt and apparently Natasha had decided to betray Russia and its people one more time. <br><br>This was getting ridiculous.<br><br>Why would she support some gypsy bred Mystic and war criminal over her own people? Did she not realize their cause was just and righteous? She did not have to know Dr. Doom personally to know what kind of man he was. Another cunning dictator with a vision, who could dazzle the masses with silver tongued words, glitzy tchotchkes and a sad origin story. Truth was Dr. Doom was no different then any other despot. She expected such betrayal from the Chinese mutant, she was likely one of those who willingly marched to Mao's tune in the Great Leap Backwards. But Black Widow, she thought wouldn't be so easily seduced, considering her history. Did all that time in the decadent West teach her nothing? The only reason Crimson Dynamo decided to stop fighting was because she at the very least knew that Black Widow wasn't intending her cooperation with Dr. Doom to be anything but an alliance of sheer neccessity. <br><br>On the surface of it, Khutulan could understand the pragmatism of the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but she was dismayed in the belief that Dr. Doom was anything but a serpent. One couldn't deal or bargain or attempt to manipulate a modern day despotic Caesar like Dr. Doom. The Roman Senate tried to do the same to Julius Caesar and look how that turned out. Or Munich in 1938. One didn't deal with people like him. They destroyed them at the first opportunity.<br><br>But even she realized the odds were against her now. <br><br>She would be of no service to the Motherland if she was dead. <br><br>To show she meant no resistance, she'd have to do something to show she meant no further harm. She had to expose herself to vulnerability. <br><br>So she just took off her helmet as she laid there and sucked in her gut as she groaned out her next few words. "I surrender," she said aloud.<br><br>For now... she thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 02:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/thegeekfiles/Black%20Widow%20art%20from%20Iron%20Man%202.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Dooms Ship.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Doom, Crimson Dynamo, Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha watched as the Crimson Dynamo was taken down promptly by Doom. <br>He was one of the most powerful and skilled fighters on the planet. The new Dynamo was a tough young woman to be sure and the suit itself was demonstrateing fantastic power. But Doom was older and skilled at obtaining the upper hand in combat, so many times he would go up against the Fantastic Four and would get away ore come so close to beating them. Infact Natasha summised it was his "Closeness" to them which prevented him from actully killing them. <br><br>But the Dynamo had no such familairty with him and Victor would surely kill her as look at her. <br>The young womans stupidity could have destroyed the ship but after Doom took her down the Crimson Dynamo stopped her one woman assualt. Tasha breathed a sigh of realif as she took off her helmet and said she surrenderd. The Avenger walked over to her and helped Khutulan sit up. Tasha looked towards Victor Von Doom, he was a mad man but he was their only real chance of survival. "We need food, water and rest before we start putting together our plan of attack. Im not happy you left those five men behind Victor. They would have been useful in combat and who knows what dangers youve condemed them too." She said firmly. <br>It was true the men in question had been her enemies hours before, but the entire heart of the world had been ripped out by the most fearsome mutant on the planet. <br><br>So now allieances between sworn enemies must be forged. <br>"Do you have accomidation on this ship as well as substances for us?" By that she meant food and water, she was mostly thinking of the young mutant girl Xin who as long as Tasha was in company of she would be responceible for.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 00:15:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Previously Vision...now praying for Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, underneath Doom's ship<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Doom, Darkbird, Dynamo and Black Widow<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br><em>Back in the USSR...</em><br><br>Jack's cold-numbed and frost-fevered mind ran through the lyrics to the Beatle's song almost on autocue.<br><br><em>Ya don't know how lucky you are, boy...</em><br><br>He giggled to himself. Lucky. That's what Jack was. Since the fall of the UK and his violent pressgang into Apocalypse's forces, now to his trek across half a continent in a desperate and pathetic "escape"...Jack Trenton's luck had run out since the Apocalypse.<br><br><em>BACK in the US, BACK in the US, BACK in the USSR!</em><br><br>His small life seemed so far away now. His cushty little flat in Soho, filled with drugs and girls and Banksy's (well, the guy HAD done a street-art special on SpringJack himself, it was only fair he have it on his wall). Now, here, staggering across...Moscow? Jack only knew Moscow in Russia. Fucking country was so <em>big</em> and he'd been jumping, then hitchhiking, then stealing rides, then walking, now finally staggering across it for...he forgot how long.<br><br><em>The Ukraine girls really knock me out...</em><br><br>He had failed to feel his feet for he didn't know how long now. In his SpringJack costume (apparantly Apocalypse's lieutenants thought it fitting for each of their super soldiers to be in some intimidating garb, and SpringJack's red glowing eyes were a must) he had come to the site of a gruesome battle a while ago, some Russian soldiers making a last stand around an old bunker. Jack had found plenty of their bodies, but none of their opponents. A familiar site no matter what country one was in, these days. There were, however, a bunch of massive Russian military-issue greatcoats lying around, no longer being used by their previous owners. Possibly the only reason the Terror of London hadn't frozen to death was because he was now hunched under one of these.<br><br><em>And leave the West behind...</em><br><br>Couldn't be long now, though. He had caught sight of a team of supers tracking him a while ago, back when he still had the energy to scale the intimidating Russian buildings and get a look around his surroundings through the snow. They couldn't be far behind now. It would be either them or the cold that got him. SpringJack was in the middle of nowhere, on his last legs, with no friends, and everything he took for granted gone.<br><br><em>But Georgia's always on mamamamamamamamama my mind...</em><br><br>Jack finally stumbled blindly into a mountain. No, wait, it was a building. Covered in snow. His mind wasn't working properly anymore, and he could swear that he felt <em>warm...</em>he blinked in the snow.<br><br>When he opened his eyes, he was on his back, and four heads were looking down on him.<br><br>"...comin' all the way out here just to make sure some limey punk dies. I mean, he shakes off this serum thing after a whack on the head. Apocalypse wants him back in the army or dead. What better way to make sure he stays dead than leaving him in Russia, for fucks sake!"<br><br>"We do our job, Scale. You know what happens to soldiers that don't."<br><br>"Tubes is right, Scale. Those that don't end up like this punk. Let's get this over with and get back home."<br><br>SpringJack could feel himself being lifted up. In front of him, one of the four heads swam into view clearer. It had its arms extended towards him, as if for a hug. SpringJack put his arms out to accept the hug.<br><br>"Fuck's sake. I was gonna offer him a place back in the army but I reckon this guy's got Russian snow for brains now. You hear me, ya freakin piece a shit? I bet you wish you had just stayed one of us."<br><br>The man's forearms opened, and out slid a collection of tubes, seemingly made of his sinews. The ends of them ended in holes, and they began to glow and hum, quietly. SpringJack found he could focus on the faint light with a morbid fascination.<br><br><em>Wait. I'm standing up straight. I'm on my feet!</em><br><br>SpringJack's misfiring mind paid no heed to the fact that what Tubes was about to do to him was a mercy, and that he was only putting himself through more agony by extending his fate. His life of villainy in London had given him a selfish need for life, to extort out of it what he could for as long as he could, and unfortunately for him, it was this instinct that somehow took over now.<br><br>That, and maybe somewhere in his mind, the last recollection of Captain Britain saving his life. <br><br>SpringJack snarled. It came out as song lyrics.<br><br>"Back in the USSR!" &nbsp;Tubes fired, but SpringJack was already in the air, having taken off a few hundred feet from a standing jump. Shots echoed below him and sliced over his head as he came to the apex of his leap. Twisting, he dodged a few more, luckily, before he began his doomed descent downwards. Correcting his angle somewhat, the blood now pounding through his body, angered shouts rushing upto meet him, he landed straight on one of his aggressors, smashing him down to the floor. Without stopping, SpringJack took off again, this time at an angle, his would-be executors ending up shooting the guy whom SpringJack was on only nanoseconds ago. What SpringJack didn't know was that he'd landed on Scales, whose body was made of a scaly material that gave him limited invulnerability, but nontheless, he wouldn't be too happy at having his teammates shoot him instead of their quarry.<br><br>SpringJack didn't care. He was in the air and jumping again, flying for his life. For how much longer, he didn't know, but he was the Demon of Dalston. He was never gonna go down easy.<br><br><em>Ya don't know how lucky you are, boy...</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 15:35:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doom had managed to get to his feet by the time the Dynamo exposed her head to them all and announced her surrender.&nbsp; Finally the girl was seeing that her efforts were futile.&nbsp; Doom was pleased, for the time being... well, as pleased as he could be given the circumstances.&nbsp; He was tempted to blast her in the face and rid himself of her later betrayal now, but he still felt he needed her in the upcoming struggle against Apocalypse.&nbsp; His voice rang out in the ship's bridge.<br><br><strong>"I am glad that you realize that such petty fighting is foolish at this time, Dynamo.&nbsp; We have a common enemy in Apocalypse, and our efforts are better suited to focusing on that foe."</strong><br><br>He turned to the other two women then.&nbsp; Darkbird seemed to have fallen silent for the time being, but the Black Widow started in again about those men.&nbsp; Doom sighed internally.&nbsp; Perhaps it was time to show a measured dose of 'compassion'.&nbsp; Just then, one of his holographic screens came back into being before him, and he looked intently at the readout.<br><br><strong>"It seems that a superhuman is being harried by some of Apocalypse's men not far from where your men still stand.&nbsp; I will send the lot of you down to deal with them.&nbsp; If you can get a sample of the serum that they have been using, bring it to me.&nbsp; When you return, I will allow your guard to accompany you.&nbsp; Five hundred sixty-two meters northeast of your location.&nbsp; Now make haste!"</strong><br><br>With that, he pressed a button on the holographic screen and the three of them found themselves bathed in that same light just before they disappeared and reappeared right where he had taken them from originally.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 14:20:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/thegeekfiles/Black%20Widow%20art%20from%20Iron%20Man%202.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack, Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doom barked towards the three women. He stated that a superhuman was been attacked by some of Apocalypse`s men. That they needed to aid him and if they brought back the serum Apocalypse was useing on his folows then he would go back for the Red Room men they left behind. Natasha was un-comfortable takeing orders from Victor Von Doom, it indeed left a very bitter taste in her mouth. Yet the Avenger had littel chioce in the matter nor did the Crimson Dynamo ore Darkbird. For Doom teleported them from his ship. <br><br>Once more a bright warm light engulfed the three women and teleported them from the Doom Ship. <br>They were once again outside the Asylum to which Doom had snatched them from. <br>Tasha looked around, scanning the area, the five red room soliders were gone. Instead where they had stood their were several patches of blood matterd on the ground. <br>"Damm it!" Natasha shouted as she bent down to examin the one closest to her. <br>They may have been her enemies before the attack but everything had changed after Apocalypse attack. <br>The extiction of the entire human race was a very real possibility. Natasha was furious with Victor for casting these men aside beacuse they were normal humans who didn`t service his goals. <br><br>She swore to finde whatever killed these men and kill it herself. <br>Slowly the Black Widow stood up, her inhanced hearing picked up on a presence coming towards them. <br>This Superhuman that Doom spoke of. She switched on her Stark inhanced "Stingers" on either side of her arms, her trademark Black Widow weapons. "Get ready ladys!" She said as she took piont infront of her two new comrades in arms. <br><br>Natasha had no idea what Doom had dropped them in but she was determined to live this day! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 02:46:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Dr. Doom</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Xin Yu nods as Dynamo gives up... It was good to realize that some things were not dying for when a greater threat was present. Still she would bear watching in the future... Darkbird's head jerks up as Doom mentions a superhuman being attacked not far from where they previously were and that glow reappears. She wonders if it wise to send the three of them at the moment since Crimson Dynamo's armor might not be in the best condition at the moment? If she needed to she would protect the armor bound woman, it was the only thing she could do since she was partly responsible for the condition of the armor.<br><br>As they appear back in their previous position Xin Yu takes a look around and ends up being startled as the Black Widow swears. Only then does she see what Natasha was looking at and understands what the red head must think as she herself looks at the blood on the ground. There was nothing that could be done for them, but this new superhuman needs help... As Natasha herself takes point and tells them to get ready Xin Yu nods once again, <strong>"If you're taking point Widow then I'll play decoy and see if I can get you some shots..."</strong> The Asian girl then looks over at Dynamo, <strong>"Hope you have some ammo left... I'm sorry for earlier, but that's in the past..."</strong><br><br>Darkbird then lives up to her name as she surrounds herself in Darkforce Energy and takes to the air. From the higher vantage point she can see the figure soaring through the air, but the way the person moves it's almost like.... He's jumping? More importantly she spies his pursuers and bringing up her hands and lets loose with twin blasts of pure Darkforce aiming past the jumping figure at his pursuers and hoping they focus on her... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 21:53:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>"Da..." Crimson Dynamo stated in acknowledgment to Darkbirds possible apology, but stating little else. Her armor was somewhat damaged, though most of it seemed to be to the internals as opposed to the armor itself, which was of course, quite durable. While the munitions could use some topping off, she still had her strength levels up to par and the energy based weapons. And still.. plenty of ammo. Russian after all. There was plenty of internal stowage. <br><br>Taking a moment to notice the blood smears of the brave Red Room patriots, she decided to use that to resolve her will in the upcoming skirmish that they were unceremoniously dropped into. There was the jumping fellow, who was obviously being pursued by the others. Falling back, she decided to look for some high ground to really do some damage as the other two ladies engaged the mutates. "Going to flank them," Crimson Dynamo said, slapping her helmet back on her head, hoping that the auto repair functions would restore her ability to talk and external auditory senors without taking off her helmet. Or else... things would be difficult. Fighting inside of an auditory power armored suit that could double as her coffin wasn't the best of options after all.<br><br>Though thankfully her coffin was surprisingly well armored.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 17:09:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Previously Vision...now praying for Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the air, on the ground, in the air...<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Moscow Mules<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Bio-energy beams cut through the air to SpringJack's ear once more as he began his descent downwards. Tubes was determined, but his time trudging through the Moscow snow had apparantly made his aim clumsy. SpringJack didn't want to slow and present him with a better target, but something stopped him jumping this time. Almost as if in expectation, Tubes' beams cut through the air where Jack would've jumped to. <br><br>The sound that had given him pause was behind him, and the Hellion of Hammersmith turned to see...three new figures leaping into the fray. The most evident was a large, hulking robot type. Behind that was a black figure, SpringJack couldn't make out the face but it seemed vaguely feminine, and up in the air where he previously was, a dark-bird-shaped mass, hovering. <br><br>With growing terror he crouched to jump again (another hiss of bio-energy cutting the air above his head) but then realised the newcomers weren't facing him. They were facing his pursuers.<br><br>His enemies apparantly knew the newcomers better than Jack did. And they were scared.<br><br><br>With a yell of surprise and recognition, one of them sprang at <strong>Black Widow</strong> quick as a flash. He was heavy built and was wearing a rounded helmet. A tiny miasma of electrical motes surged up and over his body, apparantly static charges coursing over his suit as he tried to grapple the infamous Black Widow. He was known as Tic (short for static) to his teammates, and no doubt he was trying to make himself more famous by taking down a reknowned super spy.<br><br>Biot was a disgusting man before he was turned by Apocalypse's judgement serum, and now he was acting no different. With a belch, he projectile-vomited a chunk of vaguely acidic-looking matter into the air, aimed straight for <strong>Darkbird</strong>. His grinning pale face was smattered with specks of his own burning stomach matter.<br><br>Scales, picking himself up from where SpringJack had temporarily squashed him, pitched himself at full-run for the <strong>Crimson Dynamo</strong>. He bellowed "For Apocalypse! For the ender of worlds!" and attempted to ram the massive armoured suit, his skin turning to greyish scales underneath his clothes, hardening to a marble-like density.<br><br>While all this was going on, Tubes still concentrated his apparantly unlimited fire on SpringJack. But the Terror of London was given heart by the three new distractions. <em>Could this be the resistance? I was kinda hoping for the Cap, Stark and the norse god actually...no wait they wouldn't have cared about me...maybe Magneto or Gambit or someone more morally grey who could sympathise...</em> His musings were cut short as another of Tube's blasts drove through the snow at his feet.<br><br><em>Get a grip, Jack! Exploit the chaos! Do what you always did best!</em><br><br>Turning fully on his heel he sprung into the air at an angle over Tubes head, yellow energy beams cutting through the space underneath his feet. Approaching his enemy with nanoseconds to spare, SpringJack spat out a cloud of bluish-white gas, forcing Tubes to flinch and sputter before the Imp of Islington collided with him, using his claws to try and slash the super soldier's skin open.<br><br>"Confusion! Infamy! Chaos! Yaaaargh!"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 16:00:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/thegeekfiles/Black%20Widow%20art%20from%20Iron%20Man%202.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack, Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha hoped that Crimson Dynamo was up to this not long after fighting and looseing against Doom. <br>It would be educational to see the extent of "Darkbirds" power set too. The oncoming attackers were coming fast and hard. <br>The first attacker jumped up at Widow and nocked her off her feet, the two of them rolled backwards, grappeling with each other. <br>He was very strong and Tasha had to use all her upper body strenght to lift him off from her body. <br><br>Her attacker was heavy built and was wearing a rounded helmet. A tiny miasma of electrical motes surged up and over his body, apparantly static charges coursing over his suit as he tried to grapple the infamous Black Widow. She flipped him off with her long legs. <br>She then got to her feet while he was still disorintated, but she quickly took a tactical note that both Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird were both occupied with their own foes. She ran quickly and jumped ontop of the attackers soliders and charged her "Stingers" and sent electric bolts into his body but this didn`t seem to cause much pain for the one called&nbsp; "Tic". instead he grabbed hold of her and threw her with ease into the gates of the Asylum. <br><br>Natasha slid down the meteal gates with a loud thud, he was tough, it seemed Apocalypse had very strong allys. She was regretting that Doom had left them alone. Although her guess was this was his version of a test. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 19:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, SpringJack</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>She smiles seeing that she had indeed got the most of the heat off of the running er... Jumping man.... The attackers had split up to take on the various members and what did she get stuck with? A grotesque little man that was belching something at her... With a sigh Darkbird raises a globe of darkforce energy and watches the acid splatter and slide off. While the force field would protect her for the moment she pauses to look over the battlefield. Dynamo gets a scaled figure, but with her ammo stores he shouldn't be too much of a problem at the moment. Widow appears to have her hands full with her opponent and the person that they were sent to help seems to have turned the tables on his opponent. <br><br>Holding up both hands she forms two black spheres of energy which she transfers into her left hand. They sit rotating around each other as her right hand gathers more power. With a final glance and a deep breath the Chinese girl explodes into action... Dropping the force field Xin Yu fires off the blast waiting in her right hand at Biot, she doesn't expect a hit the blast is just to keep him busy. She then separates the two spheres and sends the twin blasts towards Tic and Tubes hoping that they are distracted enough for the blasts to take them by surprise and make their defeat that much quicker.<br><br>Her attention returns to her opponent after the second that was taken to fire off the other blasts. Indeed he had dodged the first blast, but the new blast she fires now is much different from the first. He dodges this one as well but with a movement of Darkbird's fingers the blast comes back around and after him again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 05:19:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>The reptilian brickhouse charged full level at Crimson Dynamo, even as she was preparing to flank her attackers and thus even as he charged, she had already started to launch into the air, slowly rising like a rocket into the air when, to Khutulan's bemused surprise, the musclebound lizard fanatic suddenly leaped high into the air, losing his marble thick density as he tried to lighten himself and still use his superior weight and mass to knock the Crimson Dynamo out of the air before she gained too much altitude. Instead, she fired a pair of micro-missiles into the oncoming Scalie's armored face, only to see his scales burn a bit when, just as the mutant monster was about to tackle and drag her back down, Khutulan activated her defensive electrical field, sending tens of thousands of volts surging through the beast as it crashed into her frontal armor. Stunned in midair, mere fractions of a second before impact, Crimson Dynamo brought a massive armored fist down upon the stunned mutate, smashing it to the ground and then, to add a final followup blow, cut the power to her foot mounted thrusters.<br><br>One ton of reinforced power armor unceremoniously plummeted from several dozen meters in the air and landed directly onto Scale's backside with enough force to smash him into a crater that punched a hole clean through the street into the storm and sewer tunnel below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 15:34:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Previously Vision...now praying for Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In a blur of violence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Freezing Femmes...Icey Oestrogen...the Cold Cuties? I've got something for this...<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Still grappling with Tubes, yellow blasts of bio-energy being firing off in every direction, SpringJack and his enemy were a blur of limbs and grunts. SpringJack couldn't quite open up proper wounds with his claws, while Tubes bio-weapons were completely ineffective at such close range. They are both unaware of a patch of pulsating dark matter sailing over their heads, barely missing them both. Bruises mounted quickly on both men. Surely time would tell on the malnutritioned and surely frostbitten young wannabe hero if this fight were to go on much longer...<br><br>Meanwhile, <strong>Tic</strong> yelled his apparant victory to the bleak skies. As the <strong>Black Widow</strong> slumped down the icey gates, Tic took a moment to charge his static fists for the killing blow. That moment cost him. <strong>Darkbird's</strong> dark matter slammed into him from behind, sending him sliding face down right upto Black Widow's feet.<br><br><strong>Biot</strong> wasn't keen on giving his opponent time to fight an entire team all at once. He barked out acidic vomit chunks, blasting five, six, seven, in a row, all aimed with better accuracy at Darkbird still hovering in the sky. Focussed as he was on his target, he was unaware that his team leader had just been taken down...<br><br><strong>Scales</strong> might well recover in a few minutes. His limited regenerative capabilities may heal his wounds, even with several thousand volts of energy having just ripped their way through his body. He wouldn't be upto proper fighting level, but he may get to his feet again and turn the tide...but for right now he's out cold. Cold-blooded and cold. <strong>Crimson Dynamo</strong> wouldn't need a sensory array in her armoured suit to know this, and it may be more effective for her to help out her team mates right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 21:00:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/thegeekfiles/Black%20Widow%20art%20from%20Iron%20Man%202.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack, Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The Black Widow pulled herself up by the Asylum gates. It appeard that Darkbird had indeed aided her. <br>She decided to return the favour she played with the setting of her Braclets and charged enough electric energy into them. <br>Moveing over the knocked out body of the one called "Tic." She aimed her arms up high above her head and aimed them for the attacker known to his comrades as "Biot." She fierd two blasts of electronic concentrated electriy at him, hitting him full on. <br>Darkbird was still a young woman. A girl really. And Natasha wasn`t about to let her perish. <br><br>Her thoughts went to Tony`s transmition, they had to Avenge the Earth, Apocalypse forces must pay for the lives they had so violently taken. Tasha also noted the skills of the one they were attacking, he could well prove himself as an ally.<br>It would be greatly appriciated if Doom could swoop in about now and facilitate the situation. <br>He was going to prove to be a difficult ally to say the least.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 23:31:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Crimson Dynamo could care less about Darkbird, though she did have a bit of affinity for the tragically West seduced Black Widow and it was mainly that which fueled her motivation to move into assisting her comrades in their fight with their two adversaries but having already sorted it out in her mind that Black Widow was the priority over everyone else. Taking measure of her opponents and realizing two of them were down for the count, she ensured her Reptilian adversary would stay in place as she rocketed out of the crater, giving Scales a blast of fiery rocket exhaust as she rose into the air and noticing Black Widow and Darkbird were actually double teaming the acid chunker, decided to hone in on the new person that they were all originally pursuing. <br><br>Unable to do much of a scan, due to her engagement with Dr. Doom earlier shutting down many of her suits higher electronic functions, she decided to close distance the old fashioned way and as the... jumping fellow... jumped about, Khutulan decided in lieu of wasting another micro-missile on either of them, decided the jumping fellow must've been an ally due to his wearing a popular Russian style great coat, and from the fact he seemed to be fighting on their side against the nigh indistinguishable mutates. Unfortunately they seemed to be engaged in a close quarters battle, which meant she wouldn't be able to get a clean shot even if she wanted to fire a missile. <br><br>She tried to recall the weapons inventory beyond repulsors and missile racks. Jet paralyzers. Flamethrowers. Rotary Particle Cannon. Electrical dischargers. Cutting lasers. EMP disruptor.<br><br>Nothing seemed quite appropriate.<br><br>"JUMP!" Khutulan finally shouted over his suits loudspeakeras she raised her hand, revealing a repulsor and fired a wide beam, low power repulsor shot at the two combatants a split second later. If the jumping fellow in the stylish greatcoat didn't jump in time, hopefully his injuries would be minor. Either way, the threat at least would be both temporarily disoriented by being blasted off of his feet and slamming into a nearby wall and with them separated, she could eliminate the mutant with the built in tubular forearm mounted weaponry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 18:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, SpringJack</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>She actually smiles as she almost casually floats out of the way of the blasts of acid. Widow moving catches her attention from the corner of her eye and Darkbird fires off another blast to keep Biot's attention of her. She then laughs as he reacts to the blast of electricity that Widow hits him with... That time gives Xin Yu a chance to enclose Biot in a sphere of Darkforce energy. Adjusting the size a bit Darkbird lifts the sphere into the air before starting to continuously slam it into the ground. Each bash sends the person inside smashing into a side of the sphere.<br><br>Darkbird sees the metal form of Dynamo leave towards the last person and she adjusts her aim to start slamming the sphere containing Biot onto the scaled form....
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 01:25:41</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br><strong>On the Doom Ship</strong><br><br>As the massive vessel continued its nigh undetectable hovering over the embattled city of Moscow the fighting raged on below. Little had changed in the roughly twenty years since the end of the Cold War in mitigating the large amount of underground shelters and one of the most extensive metro systems in the world, all meant to help Muscovites survive a nuclear war. Now it was being used in a slightly different purpose as tens of thousands of locals had flee underground in the wake of the utter destruction of the Kremlin and other government and military installations at the outset of the attacks that swept across Europe. And now, even in Day Three of the attacks, with a regional death toll easily in the hundreds of thousands, intense fighting was still erupting both above and below ground. The culling and judgment of Moscow had been slowed but not stopped by the sudden disappearance of the Horseman who was supposed to be in charge of the operations here, having disappeared with her prize to report back to her Master but it gave both Doom and his new allies, and the defenders of Russia itself, a bit of slack and breathing space as the fighting continued.<br><br>As Doom's vessel silently bore witness to S-400 missiles streaking across the sky, engaging targets too far off to be accurately seen with the naked eye. Streams of automatic tracer fire flitted across the ruined cityscape below, pockmarked by columns of rising black smoke and numerous fires spread around the city, nearly uncontrolled due to the chaotic situation below. Tony Stark's message had apparently been received but considering the current circumstances, he might as well have been on Mars for all the impact it had on the current situation. At least directly. <br><br>Truth was of course, his received message was inspiring. After all, if Tony Stark could manage that, imagine what the Russian people could do in response to the crisis. There seemed to be a slight and steadily increasing in resistance, both military and non-military that could be detected from Doom's warship both in Russia and around the world as resistance seemed to finally be hardening against the enemy, recovering from the reeling and often crippling surprise attacks. But in the wake of Apocalypse's dramatically increasing numbers, they only seemed capable of slowing the enemies advance, not stopping or much less, countering it. That would require an even more dramatic shift in the war it seemed. But where, and even if, it could occur, remained in doubt.<br><br>Just as the battle below was turning to the tide of Doom's new allies, a new communication didn't just arrive on Doom's mainscreen, it forced itself onto it after, in a show of incredibly advanced technological aptitude, bypassing his security not to modify the Latverian dictators ship or computer systems, but simply get a secure message through the thoroughly devastated, bugged, compromised and monitored communication channels thanks to Apocalypse's efforts. Almost immediately a shadow darkened face largely covered by a green mask appeared on the console, the transmission apparently coming from some other ship. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Iv0HDdz.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>"Dr. Von Doom. You don't know me, but you can find out easily enough I'm sure. My name is Bruce Dickson. (http://marvel.wikia.com/Bruce_Dickson_%28Earth-616%29) I'm sending you this message because you're the only one within range that has the power and foresight to assist me. Bring your vessel into British airspace and transmit the code I've embedded into this transmissions codec into the clear. We will then make contact. Don't doubt me. The very fact I'm capable of sending you this message should illustrate I am not wasting your time. If not, also embedded in the codec is a nugget of data that should prove my worth. (http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix3/infiltratorinv.htm) By pooling our resources together, we can effect a far more effective resistance. If you decline my offer, I'll pay my respects to you in Hell. With all due respect... Doctor." <br><br>The masked man nodded briefly, before his image disappeared into darkness.<br><br>Then just like that the video transmission flicked and then went back to its previous displays. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 15:25:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo, Mysterious Stranger</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doom had been watching the battle below with some interest.&nbsp; He hoped they would remember to bring a sample of the Judgement serum with them when they returned.&nbsp; It seemed the battle was winding down and he had been about to communicate with the group when his screens flickered and a message forced it's way into his view.&nbsp; Doom's eyes narrowed as he felt his anger rising that one would be so brazen as to attempt to override his communications, but even moreso, that he had succeeded!&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Who dares?!"</strong><br><br>Not one to dismiss any new information, he listened to the transmission.&nbsp; Bruce Dickson... the so-called 'Thin Man'.&nbsp; Doom had heard of him, but had assumed as many had that he was either dead or too old to matter any longer.&nbsp; It seemed that neither was the case.&nbsp; He opened the data file with great care in case it was some sort of malicious code, and was impressed when he saw the warship.&nbsp; Hmmph.&nbsp; It seemed this man had some worth after all.&nbsp; He had to admit, Dickson's bold action had planted a small seed of respect in Doom for the man.&nbsp; Doom would honor his intentions, but if the opportunity presented itself, he would take the Infiltrator and it's secrets for himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Below, a green flash of light was seen amidst the battlefield and the form of Doctor Doom himself was seen standing impressively as he addressed the group.<br><br><strong>"Hurry and dispatch these cretins.&nbsp; Make no mistake, there is no room for mercy in this world any longer.&nbsp; If you leave them alive, they will only return to harry you another day.&nbsp; Be quick about it and make sure you take what I sent you for.&nbsp; We have a new destination."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 20:49:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it...about to pass out?<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Euro-team<br><br></span></span><hr><br>SpringJack, having access to no any communications device or fancy computer system, didn't hear Tony Stark's emboldening and optimistic rallying cry for the Resistance.<br><br>He did, however, hear a metallic voice order him to do something that came naturally to him, very loudly.<br><br>Taking an opportune milisecond to get his feet on the ground (he had vainly been trying to cave in Tubes' kneecaps) he launched himself upwards, fully expecting yellow beams to spear through him on his way.<br><br>Only the blast never came.<br><br>Looking down as he reached his apex, SpringJack saw his assailant slammed by some other energy beam across the snow, then into a crumbling old wall. He didn't get up.<br><br>Half a second later, he was on his way down. He saw Black Widow (<em>all the way out here? Well, she is Russian, isn't she? I thought that was just a cover story...or was it a double-bluff...well, she is double-</em>buff<em>...heh...</em>) blast Biot with her own weapons, opening the super-soldier up to being encased by some dark matter, that apparantly was under the control of the floating girl. <br><br>Jack hit the ground with a comfortable <em>whoomph</em>, the dirty snow underneath his feet flying up in small clouds, SpringJack's meta ability and his well-worn heeled boots between them stopping him taking any injuries from the fall, like they always did.<br><br>SpringJack landed with one final cool gesture, hitting the ground with one knee planted and a fist to the floor. It was stylish. Well, he did use to be a rockstar. Kind of.<br><br>Unfortunately though, this was all the energy the young costumer had left. Between his long flight across Russia and this battle, SpringJack was on the verge of exhaustion, pneumonia, dehydration, shock...he was in a bad way. He could only hope that these new superhumans that had entered the fight were on his side, but looking at the roster he sure couldn't tell. If they meant him harm in any way, Spring Heeled Jack was in no shape to stop them and had probably jumped his last jump.<br><br>Managing to pump one last "rawk" fist in the air, albeit weakly, he tottered onto his side and promptly blacked out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 00:25:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>"New destination?" Khutulan spat almost immediately as she approached the fallen stranger they had happened to of been fighting on the same side of. "What could be more important then fighting on behalf of strongest country with willpower in the world?" she asked aloud, already figuring she knew the others would fall in line with whatever the despot desired. <br><br>While she didn't mind performing a coup de grace, she instead preoccupied herself with scanning the fallen fellow, using her barely functioning electronics to scan his basic vitals and take inventory of his health. "Pulse is steady but weak and he is still breathing. At very least, this one needs rest before he dies of exhaustion or other malady," she deduced to the rest of her team before unceremoniously picking up the mutant by the collor of his shirt and the waist of his greatcoat before examining him closely. From the military style greatcoat he was wearing, and despite his peculiar mannerisms, she had assumed, perhaps hopefully, he was a true Russian like she was and unlike the rest of her team.<br><br>But soon she cast doubt on her assumption. But instead of dumping him back to the ground, she decided to instead cradle his weakened form as gently as she could in her massive, armored arms. Russian or not, maybe she could attempt to make a friend of this one and when the time came...<br><br>Well, she'd blow up that bridge when she came to it. For the moment, she had what Doom wanted. If others wanted to finish off the opponents that weren't dead, let them.<br><br>Or if they asked her nicely, she'd still be more then happy to do the job.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 00:38:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo, Mysterious Stranger</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doom stood with a look of silent intensity for a moment as he regarded the Crimson Dynamo, taking in her words.&nbsp; As she asked what could be more important than fighting on behalf of the strongest, most willful country in the world, he paused... before he spoke again, his voice cold but with a hint of amused satisfaction to it.<br><br><strong>"You already are.&nbsp; For you serve Doom!"</strong><br><br>He turned with a flourish of his cape and began to walk away, or so it seemed.&nbsp; Truthfully, he could teleport himself back to his ship at any time, so the action of his movement was more symbolic.&nbsp; That and he wished to see how far he could push the armored Russian 'villain'.&nbsp; No doubt the woman could feel her systems begin to come back online, the effects of the lamprey mines wearing off quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 20:47:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blog4iphone.com/wallpapers/upload/DesktopWallpapers/cache/Scarlett-Johansson-as-Black-Widow-640x960.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Doctor Doom, Spring-Jack, Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha knew that these forces would take the combined skills of the Avengers, but with the exception of Tony she didn`t even know if her team-mates and friends were still alive.&nbsp; She had to believe the others had survived because then it would give her hope that she herself could live through this. Von Doom entered the Fray, he was as Imperious as ever. Tasha attempted to gage the capabilities of her new comrades.<br>The fighting skills they all seemed to possess was very impressive indeed. No matter if they had "Personal" conflicts she was confident her leadership sills could bring them together. After all the Avengers themselves was a band of unlikely allies. <br><br>Tasha ran up towards Victor Von Doom. "Doom. Use you're powers. You're ability can take down these foes." She herself felt rather powerless, these were not Hydra Agents ore members Of A.I.M. She knew her own limitations and unfortunately she was not equipped to take down these Meta types. "Doom!" She said looking at the malevolent dictator of Latveria.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 15:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Doctor Doom, SpringJack</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Darkbird stops with the smashing of the globe containing Biot on the other scaled opponent as Doom makes his appearance onto the battlefield proper. She looked at the person enclosed in the sphere when Doom mentioned dispatching them. She could fight them yes, but killing them was a different matter entirely... Now that the fight had pretty much ended with the hero's on top Xin Yu mind has gone back to the college girl mentality. As powers went she was still new to them and this was only the third fight she had been a part of. She doesn't even count the little skirmish on board Doom's ship with Dynamo as a fight. With a flick of her fingers the globe moves till it's barely a foot from her outstretched hand.<br><br>Looking over at Widow she sees that the agent is busy trying to get Doom to use his powers to do something. Darkbird looks back at the sphere before deciding that Doom is right... They needed to finish these people off if only to keep their powers quiet. The sphere begins to get smaller until the figure inside can only be curled into a ball. It was this time when Xin Yu closes her hand and listens as the sphere quickly shrinks literally crushing the person inside. Bones snap and one last wail can be heard from Biot before Darkbird lets the sphere disappear and the mess that was Biot falls to the ground.<br><br>Her opponent officially dead Darkbird turns her head towards Tic. Floating over she lands next to the fallen form. Once again she calls on her gifts if only to roll the man over onto his back. Going to her knees beside him Xin Yu's hands disappear inside the mans clothing as she searches for anything of use. Her hands close on a case and she brings it to where she can see. It isn't a big case but as Darkbird opens it her eyes light up seeing several vials of the serum that she wanted to study. Resuming her search she stumbles on a switch which opens the armor. Again she uses her gifts to separate the man from armor before letting him drop. With a sigh she figures there is nothing more of use on this guy and promptly blasts a hole through the center of Tics chest.<br><br>Raising to her feet Xin Yu calls to Doom, <strong>"Doctor! I have the serum... There is also a suit of their armor I peeled the guy from if you want it to study. Maybe even adapt it to our use?"</strong> Finally Xin Yu walks over to where Dynamo has the person they came to save as another though strikes her. Looking up at the large armor she peers where the pilots face would be, <strong>"Say Dynamo? Could whatever armor we scavenge of these idiots be used to repair your armor if needed? Just curious because it could be of some help..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 02:44:42</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Khutulan chucked the unconscious stranger over a shoulder as she turned about, watching Darkbird engaging in Dr. Doom's janitorial work since he himself was apparently above executing people, but not above ordering others to do it. Not that she was surprised, it was trademark authoritarian behavior. "Thank you. At the very least I can analyze the armor," she then said, unsure if the armor itself would be useful, but hoping some of the more basic components could be used for spare parts in case of routine maintenance or repairs. She paused, wondering if the armor these mutates were utilizing might actually have some interesting properties. They were clearly vastly inferior to her own power armored suit, but there was a decent chance there might've been some interesting components she could study, especially as far as aeronautics was concerned. <br><br>With that said, if they were in fact leaving, she wasn't opposed to such, but certainly wasn't going to go without asking. Groaning inside her armor as the Black Widow seemed to, in Khutulan's eyes, humiliate herself by asking Doom for help in such a tone, she moved to step before Doom and since her armor was so much larger then his, she made an intentionally exaggerated gesture of looking down at him as she shifted her form to the side, just to get him to stand in her shadow. "Where are we going and for what purpose?" she asked Doom in a straightforward manner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 21:01:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo, Mysterious Stranger</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doom scoffed as the Black Widow asked him to use his own abilities to dispatch these foes.&nbsp; Such a menial task was beneath him, best suited for the lackeys that served him.&nbsp; The Chinese woman seemed capable enough, and she followed orders well.&nbsp; There could well be a place for her in his regime once Apocalypse had been dispatched.&nbsp; He held up a heavy gauntleted hand dismissively to the Russian super spy.<br><br><strong>"These buffoons are already defeated.&nbsp; Doom does not sully himself with 'cleanup' work."</strong><br><br>He looked to Darkbird as she announced that she had a sample of the serum.&nbsp; This pleased Doom.&nbsp; Again, the girl was proving herself quite useful.&nbsp; He smiled beneath his mask.<br><br><strong>"Excellent.&nbsp; Bring it all, including the one they were pursuing.&nbsp; We leave at once."</strong><br><br>He stopped, the shadow of the large powered suit of the Crimson Dynamo casting itself imposingly over his form.&nbsp; The subtle act of implied dominance of the act was not lost on Doom, but he would not become embroiled in a battle of egos with the Russian woman.&nbsp; That was a fight that she had no hope of winning.&nbsp; Doom looked upward at the armored woman and spoke calmly, not seeming in the least bit intimidated, which was to be expected from someone as megalomaniacal as his reputation often painted the self proclaimed savior of humanity.<br><br><strong>"We go to London.&nbsp; I will not discuss the purpose of our destination until we are back aboard my ship.&nbsp; Have you any more useless prattle you wish to waste my time with, or shall we focus on the task at hand?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 04:05:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.adherents.com/lit/comics/img/a/AntMan.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Scott Lang</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Ant Man</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Future Foundation, Humanity, The Avengers</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>London</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Open</strong>; Captain Britain, Dragon Man, X-23 [npcs]<br><br></span></span><hr>(http://cf2.imgobject.com/t/p/w780/nGy9V9ORkmZEZr8SWC3ymcF42cA.jpg)<br>"Dragon Man, lead these people to safety! Cap, Laura, none of these goons get by!"<br>"Dont gotta tell me twice ol'chap" Captain Britain replied to Ant Man. X-23, known to everyone else as Laura Kinney simply let her claws come loose. Dragon Man was guiding the people he could off the main&nbsp; streets and into a safer area as Ant Man said. Scott turned a knob on his helmet which had it emit a frequency, after a short amount of time, a literal amassment of ants and roaches came crawling from everywhere, flying soldier ants joining the coming battle too. Scott shrank down and mounted up onto one of the flying soldier ants, after which he said, "Take em down!" none of them had any idea whatthey were fighting, but they seemed to be some kind of elites, whatever invasion force this ended up to be.<br><br>There were five of them, appearing to be well armored, and possibly having powers of their own. As always, Laura leaps into combat with reckless abandon. Her hyper regeneration allowing her to recover from most any attack. Her own attacks however were vicious. The razor sharp adamantium claws shredding through the armor on the elite she was attacking. The elite however, in one swift move grabbed her arm, and effortlessly broke it. The crack could be heard by everyone in the area. Laura disengaged and with another crack and crunch, put her arm back into place, holding it there for a moment before moving it like it was as good as new again. She analyzed her target once more over. Enhanced speed and mid grade super strength. While&nbsp; Laura was a person, she was a clone of Logan, the Wolverine, a weapon forged by Weapons Plus almost literally programmed and trained to be an elite killing machine. She charged back and and this time let the claws slip from her feet, coming right out of her boot as the claw went straight for the jugular. <br><br>Captain Britain drew a blade of his own, Excalibur. Even with the blade, Cap was a brawler. His strength seemed to be on par with his foe. The Armored opponent blocked the bladed attack with his left arm, giving a swift uppercut to the good captain , the force making him drop his sword. a small bit of blood comes from his mouth, but he wipes it off and goes full aggressive against his foe. His arm slams down on his enemies shoulder, causing his knees to buckle despite the armor. He follows with a haymaker to the chest and a drop kick&nbsp; in the same spot to reinforce it. "You wanna Fight mate?! Comeon you'll have to do better than that!" <br><br>Meanwhile, one of the armored men was confused to the creepy crawler attack, trying to step on what he could, before becoming overrun by the critters, crawling into his suit and biting him all over Ant man was still flying over to the next guy, the tiny man on an ant flying full speed straight up to the mans jaw, punching him. The force of a well worked out man hits his jaw, once, and then again, before feeling the same hit on his back, firing his "stingers" as he went about. Suddenly then, there was an explosion, a big one at that. Ant Man turned to see what it was. Parliament was a fireball, and Big Ben was tumbling down onto the street, threatening the fleeing innocents. Ant Man had to act immediately. He zoomed away from the brawl, jumping off the flying ant and rapidly growing. Soon enough, the ground was shaking with his hasted steps, careful not to step on people. He dives under the clock tower, getting his giant hands around the towers structure, using all his might to keep the tower up. The voice of his daughters scream reverberates through his head, a righteous fury fueling his strength to let these fleeing people live.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 04:25:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/thegeekfiles/Black%20Widow%20art%20from%20Iron%20Man%202.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack, Crimson Dynamo, Doom and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha looked around to see Doom was indeed correct, the enemy was neutralized. Widow was not powerful enough to take down these beings herself, she did not have the correct weaponry on her. Natasha was indeed a skilled fighter but she did have limitations. <br>He then stated that he wanted them to travel to London but would not state the reason why. Natasha was getting sick of his arrogance but she knew they would need him to survive. "Very well..." <br><br>The Widow noticed that the mysterious hero had passed out. She ran over towards the knocked out stranger. <br>Natasha lifted him off the ground and held him in her arms, she shook him several times trying desperately to wake him. <br>"This man needs medical assistance Doom!" For the Avenger knew Doom would have such things on his ship. <br>Natasha could help treat this man, she was determined he wasn`t going to be left behind like those Red Guard soldiers. Something Natasha still hadn't forgotten yet.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 17:33:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Doctor Doom, SpringJack</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Xin gives a nod as the woman in the large armor mentioned analyzing the suits that Apocalypses forces wore, <strong>"In that case I will try to get what I can. I doubt the armor of the one I crushed will be in working condition though..."</strong> Turning away she heads to the one that the unconscious form was fighting and since she knew where the switch was now it was easy to get him out of the armor. Once again she thought about against not killing the man, but again she assured herself that it was better being safe then sorry later on. Using her powers to float the empty armor to the first she then turns holding out a hand and summoning the meteor hammer into her grasp. She has no real clue where it comes from, but in some way it was attached to her gifts.<br><br>Charging one of the ends with Darkforce Xin Yu sets it to spinning and then lets it soar up into the air above Tubes. Mentally increasing the length of the chain she lets it hang for a moment before bringing it slamming down onto Tubes head and sending pieces everywhere. Was it overkill? Maybe... But some of these guys end up being tough to kill in the first place. Heading back she pauses by the crater Dynamo left earlier and looks down at the unmoving form within. Darkbird gets into the crater and checks the man... As she watches he appears to be getting better and she speaks to the unmoving person, <strong>"I see... So you have a healing ability don't ya bud?"</strong><br><br>Absently she looks over the armor and decides against nabbing it since it looked bad from Dynamo landing on it. Then she lifts a finger and uses a slender beam of darkforce energy to begin to burrow into the mans head. It was a little slow going but the blast eventually burns clean through and then Xin Yu uses the opening to place a ball of darkforce energy inside his head. Now that in itself would have killed most but with the healing abilities she didn't want to take chances of him healing. Climbing out of the crater she makes her way over to where Doom and the others where standing. She stands there a moment before looking up at Doom, <strong>"Do you have a way to get the empty suits of armor on the ship or am I going to have to carry them myself?"</strong> <br><br>Then an explosion rips from the crater that Xin Yu had just climbed out of. Bored she looks over at the now little wider crater, <strong>"Hmmm a little much I think... First time trying that though..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 17:56:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/Deathstrike/ladydeathstrike-WIDE_zps7baf3819.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yuriko Oyama<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong><em>Lady Deathstryke</em></strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; London Burning<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Antman, goody NPCs, Reavers, Soldiers of the Apocalypse<br><br></span></span><hr><br>London was burning! <br><br><strong>LONDON WAS BURNING!!!!</strong><br><br>Lady DeathStryke strolled through the ruins of the Palace of Westminster, soldiers of the Apocalypi trailing her like a long gown, fanned out in front were her new Reavers (http://marvel.wikia.com/Reavers_(Earth-616)) and she held the leash that led to a collar of a wizened brown skinned half beaten man called Gateway (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gateway_(comics)) who stumbled along behind her. Her pale eyes shifted to see through the heat of the burning building and with barely a movement of her head she sent instructions to the comm gear of those around her. The enemy was near and she doubted they would expect an attack from the burning Parliament building. The fireball had been precisely placed to allow a path through the ruins.<br><br><hr><br>Lady Deathstryke had been sent late to the battle field, she remembered little about how she was found by 'the Master' only that she had been lost and now she was found and given a mission. It had taken nearly 24 hours to find her Reavers and the old man they had once used... It had taken very little to force the teleporter into servitude. Europe had formally been oversaw by Famine but now she was in displeasure and it was up too her to bring things to an end and she would do so for 'The Master'. <br><br>This would not be piecemeal with soldiers running hither and thou, she had her orders. Ten Thousand new Soldiers for 'The Master' in 5 days. That meant she needed to gather at least 100,000 for Judgement and she had been told that the serum would be there. Too much resistance had been allowed, too many of the new born had been beaten and destroyed or worst had broke free. It was time for judgement!<br><br><hr><br>Lady Deathstryke followed the Reavers to the edge of the walls and saw the Giant holding up Big Ben so those she needed could flee. She turned her head and nodded and the 40 soldiers blasted on jets out of the swirling smoke. They had various powers, strength, energy blasts, but she had been careful to only take those that would be useful and now they would be tested. This would be their first battle and she hung back with her Reavers to watch and plot. <br><br>She watched then her eyes widen as she sees the girl, glimmering claws slashing, cuts healing fast, a broken arm snapped back into place. Her scanners locked on her as data flowed... it could not be...it was...how very very delightful. Someone had made a clone of Wolverine and made it female. She had been promised Wolverine by 'The Master', promised that she could flay his skin, devour his heart. <br><br>Here though was a start!!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 23:27:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>"Doom!" Crimson Dynamo finally said, figuring they had dallied around long enough in the wake of the battle. With the unconscious fellow still thrown over her shoulder, she turned to the Monarch. "Shall we leave or do you have any other lackeys you need killing on your behalf?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 05:32:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/IW001.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Now London<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Ya know before all of this, she wasn’t really aware of Deadpool. She didn’t really know who he was. Oh she knew he was sort of a mercenary or something, but it didn’t extend to much beyond that. But since everything started to go to hell.. well she’s made a decision. <br><br>She really fuc- fudging hates Deadpool. <br><br>She had thought they as a group were going to New York, after evading the forces of Apocalypse. But… well this isn’t New York, is it? No, it is not. From what she’s been able to gather, and from memory, she’s in London, she suspects. She’s been here many times before, of course. But that was when London was actually still standing and all. And now like Buenos Aires… like a lot of the world she suspects… London is in ruins. She has been separated from the others… she emerged from teleportation alone. So she has no idea where Jen is. How she wishes she were here. She needs someone now. <br><br>She had gotten some rest, but sleep would not come. She did try, but it just wasn’t happening. Because everytime she closes her eyes, she sees her babies being murdered. She hears their voices calling to her. And every time she does, she just wants to die. Literally. <br><br>Her life has been torn asunder, but she knows she has to keep going. That’s how it is. <br><br>She emerged in some kind of park, it sort of kind of reminded her of Central Park. Which is where she actually thought/hoped she was. But no go. She’s sure it was actually very beautiful, before all of this mess started. So she headed in a northerly direction, hoping to find something of use. Maybe people, or anything. But this area is like a ghost town. She hasn’t seen anyone, not even the enemy forces. And if they are about, they haven’t seen her either. Since she got some rest, she’s able to use her powers more completely, and that means remaining invisible for as long as possible while she traverses the streets. She was able to find some newspapers, that’s kind of how she determined in what city and country she was in. And now she has to get herself ready for the long…. Long… road ahead. <br><br>“Sorry to whoever owns this place, but I’m kind of in need.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She whispers in something of a desperate tone as she makes her way through the little store she came across. The front of the store had already been devastated, and in such a way she thinks it was looters and not the enemy forces. So she slipped inside of the store, carefully going through the front broken out window. It’s a little clothing store, which is fortunate for her. She can only fight in a dress for so long. And this one has had its day. After almost 20 minutes of looking through what is offered (even in times like this she loves looking for clothes), she finds some clothes that should work for her. She gathers about 3 outfits, along with new panties, bras and socks. Holding the bundles of clothing in her arms, she moves towards the back of the store. She keeps herself aware of the storefront, and everything around her. Never know who’s creeping. Getting to the back of the store, she slips the dress off hurredly, needing to be rid of it. She then sheds her bra and panties, and she slips the new ones on. Feels good to have some clean clothes on. She had gotten herself cleaned up a little before she left the park, but a nice long hot bath would be so heavenly right now. But, well it’s just not in the cards. Now she leans down and reaches into her backpack. From it she pulls her Fantastic Four uniform. With a sigh she stares at it, and she feels tears rimming her eyes. This is about all she has left of her family right now. Closing her eyes tightly she hugs the uniform to herself for a few moments, and then slips it on. <br><br>Susan then stuffs the rest of the clothes into her backpack, after folding them neatly of course. Slinging the backpack onto her back, she spies a gas station across the street. Okay, that she can use. Once more her body fades from sight as she slips out of the store, and across the street to the gas station. Like the clothing store, it was in shambles. But should still have what she requires. She moves quickly through the isles of the small gas station, until she spots what she needs. A small notepad and a pen. She swipes them off of the shelf, and they turn invisible as she grasps them. Then a fresh bottle of water, which she slips into her backpack.&nbsp; Moving towards the front of the gas station she grasps a folded up map and tucks it into her backpack. She then opens the pen and writes down something on the notepad.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><em>‘I owe you for one pen, notepad, a map and bottle of water. Please send bill to Four Freedoms Plaza, c/o Susan Richards. I’m sorry I had to take them. Sincerely, Susan Richards.’ </em></strong><br><br>She nods and sets the note on the counter in the front of the store, putting a bubble gum display on it’s corner, so it wouldn’t go anywhere. She nods in satisfaction, and now jogs across the street to the clothing store. Once more she jots down a note on her notepad. <br><strong><em>‘To whom it may concern. I took 3 pairs of jeans, 3 shirts, 2 jackets, 4 pairs of panties and 4 bras. Also 5 pairs of socks. Please send the bill to Four Freedoms Plaza, care of Susan Richards. I’m very sorry I couldn’t catch you here to pay you. I hope you are alright. By the way, I love your store, there's so many cute outfits. I’ll be shopping here a lot. I’ll have money next time though! Sincerely, Susan Richards’</em></strong><br><br>She looks over the note and nods in satisfaction, a small smile on her lips. She sets it on the counter, putting a pair of sunglasses on top of it so it doesn’t go anywhere. Now tucking the notepad and pen into one of her pockets, she moves from the store once more. She starts to walk north once more, keeping off of the main streets as much as possible. She’s walked for 15 or so minutes, and that’s when she pulls her communicator out of her back pocket. Might as well give it a try. Speaking into it, she opens a channel to.. well anyone. The only ones who should be able to pick up the signal is anyone with a Fantastic Four communicator, or an Avengers communicator.&nbsp; <br><br>“Is anyone picking me up? This is Susan Richards.. I’m somewhere in London…”&nbsp; &nbsp; she glances to her right as she continues to speak into the communicator.&nbsp; &nbsp; “I think I’m following the Thames.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Making note of the vast river that has been on her right for most of the walk.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Is there anybody out there?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her voice is on the verge of desperate… which is exactly what she feels at this moment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 02:59:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Resistance</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">London</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Open</span><br></span></span><hr><br>Ragnar growls as his eyes open...Finding himself high above the city he starts his internal round of cursing. Next time he sees Wade he will really pop him in the mouth if not just shoot him. It's not like he'd die from the head wound would he? Falling through the air his blond hair streams out behind him as Myth lets out a sigh... At least he still has the armor even if he forgot to bring the extra ones with him. It would be a ready disguise since he didn't know if Mary had reported that Ragnar had changed to the other side. Plus he could tap into their comms if need be and find out where everyone is. The armor responds to his mental call wrapping around him and as the helmet snaps shut and systems boot up Myth is already twisting himself for any maneuvers. <br><br>It comes as a second nature to him since fighting was all the blond Norseman knew these days. Sure love had crept in there for a while, but now she was gone and he was on his own. His jump jets fire slowing his decent and allowing for a safer landing on a roof top. Myth takes a second to get rid of the tracking device that the armor has to keep any of Apocalypses forces off of his trail. Going from rooftop to rooftop Ragnar can't help but frown... The HUD map showed him to be in London... Well New York would have been a stretch now wouldn't it? He does know though that he can't keep going in the armor as he is though. He'd either run into a patrol wanting to know why he didn't have a squad with him, or worse a resistance member that would shoot first and ask questions later.<br><br>In mid leap the armor and his clothing vanish as Myth shifts into the familiar figure those he fought against would know. The Thunderbird wings it's way along the river as Ragnar searches for a bookstore. He needed some other forms and only certain books had the knowledge he could use. The wind behind him crackles lightly with suppressed power as the bird lets out a low scream. It was nowhere close to the intensity of the sonic scream he let out in the jungle, but it should draw out any hidden enemies. The want for a new fight wets his appetite as lightning starts to stream behind the bird... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 04:00:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blog4iphone.com/wallpapers/upload/DesktopWallpapers/cache/Scarlett-Johansson-as-Black-Widow-640x960.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Doctor Doom, Spring-Jack, Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha could see the others did not share her concern for the man who had fallen towards them. <br>He was out cold and Tasha was unsure if he was even still breathing ore not. His armour was of a similar design to something Tony would come up with, but his mask reaminded her of Wolverine. <br><br>Her thoughts turned to Logan and she wonderd if he was still alive. He was a surviver and his heeling factor was increadible. <br>Natasha told herself more of her friends HAD survived the attacks and were merley waiting to be re-united. But in the here and now this man could well turn out to be a powerful ally in the coming war. <br><br>Natasha studided his helmet and found a small catch which realsed the mask. Underneath was a handsome man. <br>He was younger then she thought but older then others might suspect. It was clear the ravages of time had befallen this young man. He was out cold and his breathing was extremly faint. Natasha opened up his mouth and breathed air into his lungs, she did this several times in hopes of wakeing him up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 05:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.adherents.com/lit/comics/img/a/AntMan.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Scott Lang</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Ant Man</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Future Foundation, Humanity, The Avengers</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>London</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Open</strong>; Captain Britain, X-23, Judgment meta's, Reavers, Lady Deathstrike<br><br></span></span><hr>The colossal man was giving his damnedest to keep the large iconic clock tower from tumbling onto the innocents below. He could feel teh sweat dripping down his face. Things liek this werent new to Scott as this was one of the many types of task he would get for being bale to grow to the size he could. His knees started to buckle. A shot of pure addrenaline went through his body. He had to keep this up for just a little longer. those cries and screams..<br><br><em>"Daddy!.."</em><br><br>He had to do it, he had to do it for them, for their well being and saftey he could not afford to fail, not now.<br><br><em>"Daddy where are you?! I'm scared.."</em><br><br>His grip was slipping. His mind was racing, he had to do something. There was still a swarm of people below. Was he going ot let them down too? just like..<br><br><em>DADDY HELP!!!</em><br><br>"CASSIE!!" The large man exclaimed, the shout able to cause a minor quake in the earth around the area. In one last large effort, his size bursted, letting him toss the clock tower into the burning ruin of the building next to it with a large heave and shout. It was an impressive display to see one of the worlds most iconic pieces of architecture be handled in such a manner, but no one was hanging around to stare in&nbsp; awe at the display.<br><br>Ant Man started to shrink back to normal size as X-23 and Captain Britain finished up the small squad of soldiers that were around them. As Scott came down in size his eyes spotted another problem. a large group of people storming out of the burning ruins moving to attack the remaining people on the streets. There was only the sound of the "shink" of Laura's claws before they ran back to the fight, growing back up in size as Scott was the first to scoop up a couple people in each hand and toss them into the river. Finally&nbsp; he hard something in his head that wasnt his dying daughters voice in her last moments.<br><em><br>“Is anyone picking me up? This is Susan Richards.. I’m somewhere in London…"</em><br><br>"Sue?!" He exclaimed while continuing to toss the attackers into the river, though the last one he had just thrown stayed in the air, hovering in front of him, <em>"great, a flying one"</em> he thought to himself before continuing, "Thank god you're alright!" A few flying ants came to accompany him as he shrunk now and jumped onto the ant's back, flying at the floating mutant , zapping him with his stingers before flying right up to his chin and giving him an ant-powered upper cut. "I'm here with Laura and Captain Britain. We've been fighting almost non stop, and i think its starting to catch up to us..well Cap and I, Laura can keep going as always..I just tossed big ben a football field away and&nbsp; the Cap i think is going to try and rally more troops. either way, we'll be heading down to you..watch for the roaches." With that Scott told Cap and Laura the plan, but they just kept coming. "You guys go, ill take care fo this and catch up later." X-23 said as she kept fighting. Her seemingly bottomless stamina let her continue to dwindle the numbers of the new mutants thinner and thinner as, on schedule, a swarm of roaches came about and took off the shrunken Ant Man southward towards Sue's signal, while the good captain followed. "Hang in there Sue! Scotty's a-comin'!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 16:42:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, close to Doom's ship<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Doom, Darkbird, Dynamo and Black Widow<br><br></span></span><hr><br>There were no dreams for the blacked out Jack Trenton. Besides, most of his nightmares were now reality, and nearly all of his hopes were dashed. In his over exhausted state, a simple pitch dark sleep kept him dreamless. But if he were to dream, he would perhaps envision a luscious flame-haired super spy, possibly some Russian beauty, in a skin tight black outfit that was both complimentary to her svelte figure and practical at the same time, leaning over him with pouty lips puckered up, her soft breath touching his skin, her mouth in a little gorgeous 'o' as she moved down towards his own face...<br><br>As Jack woke up, he loved consciousness.<br><br><em>That's it. I was wrong. I've been a flaming atheist all my life, and look. I'm in Heaven. How am I gonna explain this to the G-man? Oh, he is not gonna like me...they're gonna throw the book at me here. I bet books in Heaven are </em>huge<em>.</em><br><br>As Romanov-sponsored oxygen flooded into his lungs, his other senses began relaying to him what was <em>actually</em> happening. No, he certainly wasn't in Heaven...although there was, at least, one slice of the divine.<br><br>"Ohshit..." SpringJack coughed and spluttered. He had still been breathing, but perhaps the mouth-to-mouth had rebooted his consciousness. Blinking, he looked around, first dreamily at Black Widow, then hastily at the others, then realised...his face was awfully cold.<br><br>"Ohshit!" &nbsp;He grabbed his mask and rapidly slung it back on. Still not being able to think straight, he of course didn't really need to protect his identity now...but still. Old habits die hard. <br><br>"Thank you. For that. MEDICAL procedure. Which I assume has no lingering...romantic connotations. Of course. Ahem." SpringJack made a note to himself that, if he ever got another cool little flat in cool little Dalston (for his last one had almost certainly been destroyed in the fighting) he would chalk THAT moment up on a little pedestal somewhere. <br><br>Taking in the rest of the group, he was about to probe them with further quippy questions, when he saw a figure behind them. A figure not so much whom he knew, but that he was familiar with in the same way that children are familiar with the bogeyman that their parents have told them about.<br><br>"D-Doom..."<br><br><em>Fuck it. I've just had the Black Widow pressed on my face. What do I have to lose?</em><br><br>"If you're gonna kill me, or put me in some kind of lab, or splice my arms and legs with a Doombot or something...and I wouldn't blame you for that, I do have good legs...all that jumping, y'know...then can I at LEAST get a cup of tea or something. If there's one person who can get hot tea in the middle of Russia, I assume it to be you."<br><br>He winced underneath his mask. He was pushing it. But hey...he really didn't have anything to lose. They could have ressucitated him just to be conscious for some hideous procedure.<br><br>Well. As long as he got a cuppa (and he was pretty dehydrated) then to hell with it. He'd had a good run. Kissed Black Widow and sassed Dr Doom? Why, he was almost beginning to feel like a rockstar again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 00:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo, Mysterious Stranger</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>To be completely honest, Doom wasn't really expecting an answer to his question.&nbsp; He turned, not caring about a single one of the people around him at that moment and ignored the now awake Spring Heeled Jack as he babbled on about tea.&nbsp; He sent a signal to his ship and once more the group was enveloped in a flash of green light.&nbsp; A scant moment later, they found themselves on the bridge of his ship once more.&nbsp; He knew that they were all accounted for, including their new guest.&nbsp; He pointed to one of the ship's pilots high on the bridge itself and spoke in a commanding tone.<br><br><strong>"We depart for London immediately.&nbsp; Take us at the maximum speed that will enable us to remain undetectable."</strong><br><br>The pilot nodded and responded in a Latverian accent.<br><br><strong>"Yes, Lord Doom.&nbsp; We will arrive within one hour."</strong><br><br>Turning, he set his eyes first on Darkbird, speaking in that same hollow metallic voice to the Chinese mutant.<br><br><strong>"Come with me to my lab, and bring that armor and the serum."</strong><br><br>He didn't think the armor would reveal any technological secrets that he did not already possess, but that serum... he wanted to begin researching it as soon as he could.&nbsp; Before he turned to take her to the laboratory, he motioned to one of his robotic sentries.<br><br><strong>"You.&nbsp; Take the rest of them to the medlab and then show them each to their sleeping chambers."</strong><br><br>The robot straightened up and bowed slightly to Doom, turning then toward the others.<br><br><em><strong>"Come with me.&nbsp; I will obtain food and drink for you while you are guests of the glorious Lord Doom."</strong></em><br><br>Doom himself then began to walk away, exiting the bridge, confident that the Chinese girl would do as he commanded.&nbsp; There was after all no other option in the face of Doctor Doom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 05:02:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/Deathstrike/ladydeathstrike-WIDE_zps7baf3819.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yuriko Oyama<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong><em>Lady Deathstryke- Horseman of the Apocalypse Called Death</em></strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; London Burning<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reavers, Soldiers of the Apocalypse. X-23 or whats left of her!<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Lady Deathstryke Stood at the edge of the ruined building as she linked into the data streams and communication systems that the 'Master' had arranged. Reports flowed into her mind like tiny thoughts spoken by someone else. Paris, thousands were being gathered and held already, but a slow steady resistance was building. Humans mostly but some of the so called heroes as well. Paris was coming along fine. Moscow, jumbled reports, panic... the Russians were fighting back including heavy missiles and local command expected even more... then her eyes narrowed as she heard a shaky voice...<br>"...'porting...teams 32 and 25 down ...Black Widow *crackle*...disappeared with **crackle* Doom... 'oger confirm Von Doom" the report was old and should have come to her much sooner...she would make sure that would not happen again.<br><br>For several heartbeats she cursed...cursed the world...cursed the idiots serving the 'Master'. Reavers backed away from her as her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. Von Doom was supposed to be dead...dealt with within the first hours...they had reports of a body even. Yet now he seemed alive. She would have to be ready for he would be FOUND...somehow... and if fate was smiling he would come to London and that would be perfect.<br><br>She looked out as the young woman left a trail of hacked bodies letting the others flee but they and the humans still could be seen.<br><br>Already nearly a dozen of the new soldiers were dead or dying. ENOUGH! The signal went out and suddenly the survivors took off after the fleeing humans. Their numbers nearly halved by the wisp of a girl.<br><br>Lady Deathstryke stepped out into view as the other woman with twin gleaming claws finished cutting apart two of the her troops. Her voice was silken smooth with a hint of an exotic accent. <strong>"what do they call you girl, So I can write it on your tombstone"</strong><br><br><em>"You can call me X-23 or just Weapon X and I will be the one doing that writing"</em> *snikt* and not only did the girl have twin claws in her wrists but one out of each foot...how Divine she was. <br><br>X-23 leaped, spinning as she did so to slice at the other woman only to find that 5 blades had sprung from her fingers, blades that blocked her own Adamantium ones. The foot ones kicked but Lady Deathstryke was not there as she spun away. <strong>"Come on girl...you can do better then that." </strong> <br><br>Back and forth among the rumble they fought, high leaps and dazzling spins gave way to jabs and slices nearly every time X-23 found herself blocked and the few cuts she did land closed up almost as fast Wolverine would heal.<strong> "I have fought and beaten Wolverine girl...what makes you think that a poorly made clone of him can beat me"</strong><br>With those words she spun and struck. Five claws pierced through X-23 and another cut downwards removing the left hand from just below the elbow. A quick punch and a stab into the the girls chest left her hanging limp as her body struggled to heal around the claws. Nodding to her Reavers they tumbled out and grabbed the young woman as Lady Deathstryke smiled a cruel&nbsp; smile. <br><br>She lifted the cut off hand and yanked the metal covered bones out then pressed the hand to the bloody stump... Electric shocks hammered the one called X-23 and left her half stunned but her healing quickly began to reattach the limb. Lady Death's hand lifted the girl up against a stone wall and then drove one Adamantium claw into each shoulder pushing it upwards pining the girl against it. <br><br>Within a few minutes the other claws had been yanked free and driven into the screaming mad girl till she was crucified on the wall. <br><br><strong>" Pretty Boy (http://marvel.wikia.com/Pretty_Boy_(Earth-616)) Leave her as the feral beast she is"</strong> The cyborg man stepped up as filaments shot out from his eyes and into the head of X-23...it took several minutes but by the time he was done she was snarling, gnashing her teeth and howling to get free. <br><br>Lady Deathstryke did not look back as new reports came in...a strange Bird south of here...crackling energy like lightning surrounding it. Another problem. <br><br>She glanced at her Reavers and they spread out as she picked up the leash of the old man and headed south. Listening to reports let her know they only had gathered less then 30 thousand between London and Paris...more was needed and she would make sure nothing stood in the way...<br><br><strong>London was burning!!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 16:18:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blog4iphone.com/wallpapers/upload/DesktopWallpapers/cache/Scarlett-Johansson-as-Black-Widow-640x960.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Doctor Doom, Spring-Jack, Crimson Dynamo and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha was glad the latest "Hero" to enter the fray survived, after she breathed air into his lungs he coffeed and splutterd. <br>He could be anyone, a new mutant, a Tony Stark Wannabe, a mercinary, a killer. She would have to observe him just as closely as Darkbird and the latest version of Crimson Dynamo. She longed to have an ally that she knew and trusted. <br>How long until she would be reunited with Iron-Man? It got her thinking mabye the other Avengers survived. Cap was very reasourceful, Thor was a God and pretty much nothing could kill the Hulk. A small smile crept over her rubey red lips as she thought this. If all of these inderviduals survived, if she had lived through it, so could the others. <br>Da, this made her feel somewhat better, after all even the Black Widow needed hope. <br><br>It was clear by his accent he was British. He thank`d her for giveing him the kiss of life and made a joke about&nbsp; lingering...romantic connotations. He made a stand against Doom, Victor had that way about him. <br>So perhapes the two men had met before? He certaintly didn`t register with Natasha`s dateabse of Super-humans. <br>Doom then interjected telling them they were to depart for London immediately. <br><br>It was clear that Victor was calling the shots here and this was not a team effort. <br>Within seconds they were transported back onto Doctor Dooms Ship. The pilot told Doom they would be in London by the hour. <br>Why London? What was there that they needed to deal with? Natasha was beacoming frustrated with Victor. <br>Before Natasha could ask why London Doom was barking orders, he orderd Darkbird to come with him to examine the serum they had gone to all the trouble to obtain. <br><br>And then he orderd a Doombot of sorts to show them to the medlab and quaters.<br><br>"Come with me.&nbsp; I will obtain food and drink for you while you are guests of the glorious Lord Doom."<br>Natasha did need food and water as the others would two, she looked Between Crimsion Dynamo (who loathed her) and the young man she would soon come to know as Springjack (who wanted to bed her it seemed). <br>"Who are we to challenge the will of the glorious Doom?" She said very sarcastically to them both. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 18:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/IW001.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Now London<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Myth, Ant-Man (Capt. Britain), Lady Deathstryke<br></span></span><hr>Northwards she moves, hoping she’s heading towards at least a partially populated area. She can’t be sure of what would pass as a populated area anymore. And as she moves through the streets with certain haste, she can’t help but notice many trucks and transports that are on the move blocks over. She’s invisible, so there’s no chance of them detecting her. She hopes. They’re all going somewhere.. maybe preparing for something major. They don’t look like the good guys, she recognizes the armor more than one of them wears as the ones from the jungle wolfpacks. <br><br>"Sue?!” &nbsp;the voice coming over her comms suddenly is a familiar one. Scott Lang, who worked with Reed in the past. She has spoken to him more than a few times. "Thank god you're alright! "I'm here with Laura and Captain Britain. We've been fighting almost non stop, and i think its starting to catch up to us..well Cap and I, Laura can keep going as always..I just tossed Big Ben a football field away and&nbsp; the Cap I think is going to try and rally more troops. either way, we'll be heading down to you..watch for the roaches." &nbsp;Her brows furrow as she comes to a slower pace now, her head bowed down as she listens. So they’re at Big Ben.. if she remembers right, and based on what she saw of a tourist map on the street, she’s headed in the right direction. She isn’t sure who Laura is, but she’s familiar with Captain Britain. He’ll be a welcome ally. "Hang in there Sue! Scotty's a-comin'!"<br><br>Sue jumps a little as she hears that awful shriek from overhead. She narrows her eyes as she spots Myth high overhead, following the river. She takes off in a sudden sprint, and then leaps up. But she doesn’t fall back to the ground. Instead her form is carried on an invisible disc, moving at a very fast speed. She keeps Myth in sight as she moves, her body leaning forward a little on the moving disc. She speaks into her communicator as she passes Myth from below, and then starts to ascend.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Scott, listen to me carefully. When you get to me, I’m going to be confronting someone. I don’t know if she’s on our side yet, but don’t attack him.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She then falls silent as she gets to about the same altitude that Myth is, still invisible. <br><br>She then turns to face his oncoming form, and her form suddenly becomes visible, seeming to fade right into existence there in the air in front of him. She still stands on her invisible disc, making it look like she’s standing on nothing but air. She would look a hundred times better than she did when they first met. Cleaned up, re-energized, and wearing her Fantastic Four uniform. She stares Myth right in the eyes with a cold determination, her hands in fists at her sides as she speaks loud enough for him to hear.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I need to know if you’re on our side now! I have to be sure, shapeshifter.”&nbsp; Her tone is firm and confident, her gaze never wavering from Myth’s eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 02:35:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Resistance</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">London</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Open</span><br></span></span><hr><br>The flying form that is Ragnar slows as he gets a feeling of being watched and followed. The head of the Thunderbird cocks as bright eyes look about and suddenly a flap of wings sends Myth backwards as Sue becomes visible in front of him. A snapping beak opens preparing to unleash a scream when his mind finally recognizes her and he stops letting the beak slowly close. His head cocks again and a string of chirps and warbles answer Sues question at first then finally Myth quits and jerks his head at a nearby rooftop.<br><br>As the large bird lands and his form distorts as it shifts back to normal. Myth is still wearing the armor of Apocalypses forces but eyes of blue ice remain on Sue, <strong>"Neat trick blondie must come in more handy then your force fields."</strong> He falls quiet a moment studying the woman and rolling her words over in his mind. He definitely was not on Apocalypses side anymore, but would he join a so called resistance? Chances were that the group would be made up of a lot of hero's that were squeamish about killing. The thing at the moment was that Ragnar would not be content at just knocking a person out.... He wanted blood... For Christine...<br><br>His head tilts slightly sending the long brown hair cascading to the side. This woman though... The look in her eyes told him a great deal... Myth's words come from a completely straight face, <strong>"You...Are like me aren't you? You have lost people close to you... To answer your earlier question lass is that I'm not on their side. I aim to kill every one of their piss poor soldiers until I get to the top of the food chain. Then I'll slowly torture him to death... This I swear on Tyr's blade."</strong> Ragnar steps forward towards Sue, <strong>"Maybe then Christine can be avenged... If this puts me on your side then I guess I am."</strong><br><br>He stops to listen as communication rolls through the armor and shakes his head, <strong>"My appearance has been noted..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 20:09:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Widow, Crimson Dynamo, Doctor Doom, SpringJack</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Darkbird stays silent listening to the others speak as she watches Natasha give the rescued person mouth to mouth. He was a total unknown factor to her, but then again so was all the other people she was fighting beside with the exceptions of Dr. Doom and the Black Widow. This event did make for some interesting allies in her mind then there was the chance that some of the others had there own agenda. Xin Yu had only wanted to find a cure so that she could go on being a normal girl again and possibly get a diploma. If she had to go to college all over again it might be worth it though. <br><br>Her head tilts as she reruns the words through her mind... Had wanted? It is true now that she is getting used to her new gifts Darkbird really doesn't want to give them up anymore. She feels powerful and with the fight completed with the bad guys dead and Xin Yu left standing with her team maybe they could take on just about anything. As Spring Jack wakes up and starts going on about tea with under tones of trying to convince someone that the mouth to mouth was just medicinal and nothing else, Darkbird lets out a chuckle before turning and wrapping the armor in a sphere of darkforce.<br><br>Then finally that green light surrounds them and she finds herself back on the ship. Doom starts towards the lab after commanding her to follow him and sends the others to their sleeping quarters. Xin Yu can say that she was just a little jealous and actually hesitates a moment before starting to follow Dr. Doom with the armor and serum in tow. Honestly what would trying to do otherwise help? Plus it was important that the serum was analyzed so a cure for others could hopefully be found.<br><br>Still she can't help but wonder... Raising up she floats so that she is close to Doom and glances at him, <strong>"With they way your voice comes from you armor... Is that intentional as an intimidation factor or something you just never bothered to try and change?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 00:31:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Doctor Doom, Spring-Jack, Black Widow and Darkbird<br></span></span><hr><br>One hour and they'd be arriving at London. This large aerial vessel was quite the engineering marvel and she couldn't wait for the right moment to appropriate the vessel and utilize it to help assist her country. The truth was, the shift to London didn't perturb her as much as it had initially. Dr. Doom probably had some very good reasons to run off to there, as opposed to staying over Moscovite airspace. Their brief time there had been beneficial though, with the eliminating of numerous mutants and the supposed withdrawal of both Magneto and the vampiric woman would undoubtedly assist in what would hopefully be the eventual liberation of Moscow. She was fairly confident that unlike the even more decadent and unprepared cities of the West and their soft citizenry, that Russia would be the first to throw out the invaders whether she was there to assist or not directly. <br><br>Hopefully whatever Doom found so interesting in London would bear fruit for her goals as well.<br><br>If not, his ship and all of its technology would be an excellent payment for her unwilling services. <br><br>As it was, she was simply preoccupied with spending this hour in repairing her vessel. First she was going to run some diagnostics on the electronics and software, making sure it was still intact, then she would get to work on patching and repairing the armor using the armor plating liberated from the corpses of Apocalypse followers they had stripped in the prior skirmish. Of course, rapid repair work wasn't ideal and wouldn't maintain the integrity of armor, but she was confident the patchwork would hold, especially since the armor of her suit was so formidable and thick and redundant. Even if it had gone all black electronics wise, Anton Vanko's brilliant original design would allow her to still wield the suits incredible strength, as well as most of the propulsion systems. Working quick, she quickly realized not having to sleep anymore, unfortunately thanks to the serum, was actually quite nice. Though she was sweating buckets with all of her welding in the workshop, all the moreso because she wasn't going to dare trust any of these pathetic Latverians or their toy robots to come close to her and offer assistance.<br><br>At least until she had finished her patch work, and started to look around for some proper ordinance to replenish the munitions... that she mostly used against Dr. Doom. Hopefully, aware of the delicious irony, she could use Latverian weapons stock to finish off the Dictator when he outlived his usefulness. That would be icing to the cake of final victory she imagined. She'd be an automatic Hero of both Russia and the world.<br><br>Move over Tony Stark.<br><br>Someone with actual balls was going to save everyone.<br><br>But first thing was first, scan the software, patch the armor, then find some missiles!
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 10:48:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.adherents.com/lit/comics/img/a/AntMan.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Scott Lang</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Ant Man</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Future Foundation, Humanity, The Avengers</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>London</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Open</strong>; Captain Britain [npc], Myth, Sue Storm<br><br></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em> Skitter Skitter</em></strong></span><br>there was a moment of silence before a mans running footsteps could be heard, they were that of a boot, but a short moment later it was audible they weren't alone. The skittering of natures most persistent species, the cockroach, could be heard before the literal swarm of them turned the corner. Hopefully, Sue would remember Scott's advisory of what to watch for. Captain Britain took a defensive stance, though not drawing his blade while one particular roach crawled up Susan, stopping just above her breast before jumping off. The roaches then progressively skittered off into all different directions, crawling into the depths of the earth where they dwell. Standing on her clothes right breast now was Scott, facing the man in question. <br><br>"Please tell me he's on our side Sue, cause Apocalypse has forces everywhere.." Still standing on her breast he looks up to her, resting a hand on her. " Thank god you're okay, When I hadn't heard from Reed..I feared the worse. All this chaos and madness, and us heroes all broken up and divided..my daughter..." He trailed off fora moment, the hand that was resting on her chest balls up a bit, gripping the clothing that was there in his shrunken hand. "I really hope you're on our side, cause at this point all that's missing is Doom himself to randomly appear and pull his usual shit. Just..please sa yes i could really use some more good news right now.."<br><br>He looked between Sue and the man in question. He couldn't help but notice that even in all the chaos, Sue still looked fantastic. He always used to joke that she put the fantastic in the Fantastic Four. He never had a sour experience with her, so hopefully between her, Cap, and this new comer, who was hopefully on their side, they would have a new, make-shift Fantastic Four and come up whit some kind of plan. "If we keep heading south, the Future Foundation had a secret bunker that we can make camp in..try and make contact with Stark from there and see what the global situation really is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 02:09:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, aboard Doom's ship<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Doom, Darkbird, Dynamo and Black Widow<br><br></span></span><hr><br>OK. So he didn't get his tea. But he also didn't get killed in the face, so, y'know. <br><br>Meekly following the others onto Doom's UFO thing (the rumours were true...he felt like he was in the presence of celebrities...and Jack was a man used to being a celebrity), he timidly sort of ascertained the basics, the bridge (he wasn't allowed in) the mess (he wasn't allowed in) and a bunk (he was allowed in...after a certain amount of begging). It was a basic bunk, and looked like it was made up for a Latverian trooper - I.E, it was spartan, I.E, there was nothing at all in there apart from a basic bunk and a chair. And a pen. SpringJack doodled some stuff on the walls (BLK WDW 4 SHJ 4EVA IDST ((translation - Black Widow has feelings for SpringHeeledJack for a predicted long amount of time, if destroyed still true)) and then quickly got bored. After a brief nap (no dreams, lots of twitching) he felt better, and went about the ship trying to find someone to talk to.<br><br>No one had tried to make him a Doomborg yet, so he assumed somebody might be nice.<br><br>Finding a young woman seemingly totally occupied tinkering with a...an engineer's wet dream? Some super armoured robot of some kind...no, a <em>suit</em>...SpringJack put together these images with the armoured giant he had seen fighting the Apocalypti with him outside in the snow.<br><br>"Whoa. Looks way too techy for me. Still, though, I can totally help. Need a spanner?"<br><br>SpringJack looked around for a spanner. He could totally help by giving her a spanner. He also liked saying spanner. Even in his head, spanner. <br><br><br>Spanner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 17:34:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Darkbird</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>The armored despot strode down the hallway of his ship, leading the Chinese mutant to a large set of doors that slid open when he approached.&nbsp; As he walked in to the lab, it seemed devoid of movement save for the occasional robot servant tending to various equipment throughout the laboratory.&nbsp; As the girl asked her question, Doom shook his head, his voice resounding with a metallic tinge.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes."<br></strong><br>He pointed to an empty metal table and spoke again.<br><br><strong>"Put the armor there and set the serum on the countertop beside it.&nbsp; I will begin testing the substance immediately."<br></strong><br>He waited for her to do as he commanded and stepped over to pick up the serum, beginning to run tests on the substance.&nbsp; He made no motion of telling her to leave, so it seemed that she was welcome to stay and watch or assist if she was able.&nbsp; He slid a sample of it into a large machine and waited a moment for the readouts to begin processing.&nbsp; This took about twenty minutes.&nbsp; When the readouts displayed themselves as a projected holographic depiction of the molecular compound, Doom's eyes widened.<br><br><strong>"Incredible... the serum is derived from some sort of mutant cell, capable of shifting it's properties on a molecular level.&nbsp; It essentially infects the subject and seeks out any sort of latent mutations, bonding with their DNA... the process alters them on a basic level and bestows upon them the powers that had until then been locked away in their genes."<br></strong><br>He paused.<br><br><strong>"However, should the subject not possess any latent mutations... the compound breaks the DNA down and kills them."<br></strong><br>He tapped his fingers on the lab counter before continuing.<br><br><strong>"The thing that amazes me the most however is the presence of microscopic nanobots in the serum.&nbsp; They appear to replicate by themselves... I do not yet know their purpose, however.&nbsp; The technology used to create these is beyond anything I have seen on Earth."<br></strong><br>This was disconcerting.&nbsp; Though Doom did not specialize in genetics per say, his genius was all encompassing.&nbsp; Even still, he knew that it would take time to figure out a way to reverse the serum's effects, or otherwise master the technology to his own ends.&nbsp; For a fleeting moment, he wondered what Richards would make of this... and then he put the thought out of his mind.&nbsp; Richards was nothing compared to his own intellect, after all.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 18:30:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/Deathstrike/ladydeathstrike-WIDE_zps7baf3819.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yuriko Oyama<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong><em>Lady Deathstryke- Horseman of the Apocalypse Called Death</em></strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; London Bridge is falling down! While London Burns!<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reavers, Soldiers of the Apocalypse. Those who oppose the 'Vision'!!<br><br></span></span><hr><br>London Burns!!<br><br><hr> A team of four of the Apocalypi soldiers had been watching and tracking the weird bird. They saw the sudden appearance of the woman in a uniform that nearly the whole world knew. Fantastic Four! Susan Richards! Invisible Woman! Of course the report was made to 'Death' as one of them unlimbered a large rifle. Crosshair as he had been dubbed had an uncanny mutate ability to hit a target...any thing...formerly he had been a sniper with the IRA but how the man with grey hair served a new cause one better then any other. He lowered the rifle as he breathed and settled the Crosshair of the scope on the woman. It was almost 900 meters well within his ability when word came to take out the man... He had been one of them...called Myth... as he shifted he saw the man and the cross hair settled on his head...his finger tightened...............and a shot rang out!!<br><br><hr><br>Lady Deathstryke stalked through the ruins of inner London. Screams echoed and the smell of burnt and decaying flesh filled the haze. A haze of smoke and mist together hung low to the ground and swirled around her as she walked. Her mind was filled with reports. Little icons showing various forces swam across her mind's eye and then a new one just flashed on... ID BeAr 00011...code name 'Myth' ...what the hell was he doing here and how did he get here? The bird? of course Myth could shapechange and reports had him breaking free...Typhoid Mary's report swam up in front of her eyes. It was then team 37 reported the appearance of The Fantastic Four bitch and that both had landed on a building near by. "Take out the man ...Myth...he was one of us and betrayed the 'Vision'"<br><br>She nodded to the Reavers and they all began to hurry as other teams received orders to converge. Lady Death would make sure these 'heroes' would die here and now. She had to find Doom and root out the resistance that was growing in Moscow and other cities including London...lucky for her 300 new mutates had been born locally the past 2 hours and would soon be ready to take the field here in London.<br><br>She lifted her eyes to the building the 'heroes' stood on and then Leaped. Her new enhanced cyber body let her leapt 15 stories taking her above the small gathering and from 60 feet away her eyes began to glow and a beam of intense electrical energy blasted the area the 'heroes' stood on <em>[cyber-energy that acts as a super taser on all within the blast area].</em> The Reavers (http://marvel.wikia.com/Reavers_(Earth-616)) followed her up and onto the building ready to fight as other mutates converged.<br><br><br><br><em>London bridge is falling down and so are the heroes!!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 18:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIHZ0bjF80Q/S-haZ00GuTI/AAAAAAAABic/5byjgyxG_uM/s1600/880577-blackwidowdo1.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack, Crimson Dynamo, Doom and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha was given a small room to which she was able to get a hot shower and wash up in. She straightened herself up. <br>Feeling better once the hot water caressed her smooth skin. It was not going to be a easy partnership with Doom. <br>He could never be trusted and yet he was the one calling all the shots. However Apocalypse was like nothing they faced before. <br>When she was ready she left her bunk and headed back into the halls and walked towards the main bridge. <br>On her way she bumped into Spring-Jack. Natasha smiled, he was a amusing young man. <br><br>Natasha had given him "The Kiss" of life back in Moscow after he had arrived into the Frey. Natasha held out to greet him officially.<br>"Natasha Romanov." She stated calmly and politely wanting to make a good impression. After all Dark-bird and Crymson Dynamo had both met her under rather stressful circumstances. <br><br>They were going to have to work together they were going to fight many battles no doubt.<br>His power could very well help them fight this earth shattering foe. <br>"I just wanted to introduce myself properly. As a member of the Avengers I feel like I should know more abut you. Are you a mutant? Ore are you an individual who gained you're abilities through other means. Weather it is through nanites ore other means?" She wonder if he gained his abilities the same way Tony Had, through scientific means.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 05:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Doctor Doom</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Darkbird smiles and gives a slight shake of her head at Doom's answer to her question, but as they enter the lab her jaw drops at the sight. He had this on an aircraft? What would the labs back his home look like? Though she does set the armor and the serum at the places indicated glad to at least be away from the drain levitating the armor was extracting on her. Using her powers was becoming easier all the time and she was growing to like it. Xin Yu watched as the Doctor got started with the serum and spent the time walking around the lab. Finally she looked at the Doom, <strong>"Why did you decide to study science? I think in you are a natural leader so why not further youself in politics?"</strong><br><br>Then the time was up and as Doom revealed the makeup of the serum she found her own mind working before getting slightly side tracked, <strong>"Latent mutations? So that means that I've been a mutant the entire time... I wonder why my powers never activated?"</strong> She shakes her head before focusing once again on the makeup of the serum, <strong>"It's organic based so my guess this Apocalypse used something to gain the shifting effect perhaps a mutant with the same powers that the cells exhibit."</strong><br><br>Darkbird frowns, <strong>"Nanomachines are a bit out of my league, but since they are as advanced as you say it could make them alien based. What groups have visited here? It couldn't be Skrulls... Kree?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 14:06:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span></strong><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>Jack and Nat<br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: left;">Khutulan looked up and saw the not-Russian they had saved earlier seemed well enough still. Perhaps Natasha had some superhuman abilities hidden away behind those soft pillowy lips of hers considering his rapid recovery. He was mumbling something incoherently about spanners, stuff she didn't understand. She assumed it was because of his British accent, even though, in actuality, she had heard him perfectly.<br><br>Typically, in such a situation, she wouldn't be acting quite personable, but considering the situation and her dire lack of allies, she decided to be nice as opposed to gruff as would be typical with strangers in stressful settings. "Hello, I am Khutulan," she said in her somewhat accented English as she then noticed him wandering about, sifting through the nearby workbench for something and decided she was almost done maintaining her power armor and decided to run some diagnostic and automated maintenence work for a while as she then hopped off of her armor and approached him, wearing a dirty tank she had found from somewhere not too long ago and rather smeared with grime, oil, dirt and literally a bit of grease on her nose as she took off her dirty work glove. <br><br>Intercepting his efforts to find a spanner, she offered her hand for a shake. "You are... British yes?" she then asked in a halting voice, recognizing the telltale accent. "How you come by Moscow? The way you dressed, I thought you were Russian," she then said when she turned her head and saw Natasha entering the room, also apparently wanting to engage Jack in some dialogue. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 02:33:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jack Trenton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow, aboard Doom's ship<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Khutulan and Natasha<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Not quite a spanner had come to hand, rather a...hand had come to hand. Jack took it, pumped it happily. It was a strong hand, one coarse with work...Jack suspised that this woman really was the only mechanic working on the suit. Hell, she probably even piloted it. <br><br>"British! Yep, that's right...I...ran, fled...London's a...total wipeout, really....no, I was wearing that greatcoat to...not freeze to death...took it from the body of some Russian soldier..." Jack's scatty mind quickly recoiled and tried to pull some respectability back from that. "...who no doubt died with honour, fighting Apocalypse's hordes." Jack had no idea how Russians treated their fallen. Although, if Black Widow's response was anything to go by....<br><br><em>Not the time, Trenton.</em><br><br>"Your suit, right? You were fighting those guys...with me? You're a Russian agent? Does the Kremlin still have some power base against the Apocalypti? Do you have to kill me if you tell me that information?" He grinned. "Does red fox meet the white swan down in Georgia on Tuesday?" &nbsp;Jack tried to throw in some hackneyed spy film jargon at the end, there. Shame, really, because that jargon is from British films from the sixties. <br><br>He was interrupted (no doubt to Khutulan's great relief) by the entrance of another Russian accent. This one, he had heard before, layered as it was with a spy's backlog of American and "could actually be from anywhere" accent.<br><br>He pumped another hand, this one belonging to Natasha, and with his other hand he tried to smooth down his hair. He was still wearing his SpringJack bodysuit (he didn't have any other clothes and Doom's ship certainly didn't seem to have a Zara on board) but his facemask was pulled back from his head, so his face was fully revealed. He desperately tried to look charming, and suggestive. <br><br>Jack Trenton's default facial setting was charming and suggestive, so him <em>trying</em> to do so probably looked a little weird. <br><br>"Jack Trenton. I suppose code names are redundant now you've seen me without my mask...and, uh, saved my life. I should thank you both for that, actually. I did think for a moment you might also be here to kill me. The Avengers...sure...of course...are they...still...y'know? Iron Man, the Cap? Still active or...?"<br><br>Jack blinked as in true Russian fashion Natasha seemed to bulldoze through the pleasantries to technical speak. Of course. Pragmatism.<br><br>"Uh...I actually...don't know. I was studying this urban legend...and then, I was sort of...bestowed his powers. I'm not sure if he actually existed...no one is...but I can do everything he can do in the stories. Still..." Jack rolled his eyes. "No Thor, though. You've hung out with an Asgardian. Total celeb."<br><br>SpringJack tactfully left out the part where he used his powers for petty crime and vanity. He sincerely doubted these two powerful women would care now, anyway.<br><br>"Hey, ladies, um, being as you're not killing me or anything, could either of you tell me...what the DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN we are doing aboard a ship made and piloted by Dr Victor von Doom?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 15:28:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.toychestnews.com/catalogimages/STK_IMAGES/STK440001-460000/STK446798.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha Romanov<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black Widow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Moscow<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; SpringJack, Crimson Dynamo, Doom and Darkbird<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha looked over at the new Crimson Dynamo. She seemed a-little less full of rage then when they first met.<br>It was tense between the two, given Dynamo thought that Widow`s politics came into question. Natasha had defected to the U.S.A. <br>she had her reasons for it and as a result of the betrayal she had suffered at the hands of the Red Room.<br>Eventually Spring Jack told them he had a connection to a urban legend which was maybe as old as the Norse legend. He then made a comment about her working alongside Thor. <br><br>He asked if she thought the other Avengers were still active. Still alive, Natasha just nodded in response. <br>"Iron Man is...im sure the others are too...we are a lot harder to kill then most." She only prayed what she said was true and the other Avengers had lived through this global disaster. They were going to need everyone they could find to fight against this thing. <br>SpringJack then commented as to WHY they were on Doctor Dooms ship currently. <br>"Because he has power and we need to harness it and him if we hope to survive. Doom is as angry as we are about these attacks, in the long run we may not be able to trust him but for the short term he is all we have for now. But I`m working on it...."<br>She just hoped she would be able to trust these two and Darkbird to watch her back when Doom did turn on them. <br><br>"We should make our way to the bridge. We will be heading into London soon." She said as she started walking in that direction.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 15:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Doom</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Moscow</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Darkbird</strong><br><br></span></span><hr><br>Doctor Doom busied himself with the readouts as Darkbird continued to ask him questions, which to Doom's eyes seemed foolish.&nbsp; Still, he was in a good mood with the revelation of the serum's properties, so he was willing to at the very least humor the girl.<br><br><strong>"Doom is all things... a ruler and a scientist unmatched.&nbsp; Soon the entire world will fall under my rule... once Apocalypse is dealt with, and dealt with he shall be."<br></strong><br>As she further queried about the serum, Doom simply nodded.<br><br><strong>"Yes, you had to have had latent mutations in order for the serum to have a positive effect.&nbsp; As for why your mutations never manifested, one must understand that only a small percentage of those with the potential for superhuman abilities will naturally manifest them.&nbsp; These so-called breed mutants are what are most commonly referred to as mutants.&nbsp; The rest require some outside stimuli to unlock those abilities.&nbsp; These you see in people like the monstrous Hulk or the accursed Fantastic Four."<br></strong><br>His mood seemed to darken for a moment as he spoke of his long time hated adversaries, but he shook his head and shifted the topic back again.<br><br><strong>"Yes... a mutant who's very cells possess the ability to shapeshift.&nbsp; Perhaps Apocalypse himself has that ability."<br></strong><br>He paused as she suggested they may be alien in origin.&nbsp; Finally after a moment of pondering, he turned toward her and spoke again.<br><br><strong>"This is beyond anything the Kree or Skrull are capable of from what I have seen, though I suppose it could be an alien race which has not yet been documented."<br></strong><br>He looked into the girl's eyes as he spoke again.<br><br><strong>"You seem quite knowledgeable of things not of this world for a mere Judgement serum survivor.&nbsp; The existence of the Kree and Skrull is certainly not common knowledge."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 06:47:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/IW001.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;London<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Myth, Ant-Man (Capt. Britain), Lady Deathstryke<br></span></span><hr><br>They weren't the Fantastic Four, but they'd have to do. Ant-Man, Myth and Captain Britain would have to be absolutely Fantastic if they were going to survive this fight, make it to the Future Foundation bunker in South London, and hopefully rescue X-23 as well. Another child in danger, a teenager sure, one that had seen plenty of horrors in her life, but for Susan, upon hearing the report of X-23, that poor young woman, being cruelly torn apart by Lady Deathstryke and her cybernetic minions, it was almost enough to make her tremble with grief.<br><br>But she had spent all of that in Rio de Janeiro. Now all that was left was the desire for justice and thirst for revenge.<br><br>The Reavers and Mutates were swarming forward across the narrow London streets choked full of wreckage, broken vehicles, rubble and the corpses of those slaughtered in the opening stages of the planetwide genocide. It almost looked like random scenery now, like all of the blood and gore and destruction merely was part of the new normal background of the world. Truth was London looked a lot better then Rio de Janeiro did, and that was saying something considering how much of this city was immolated in flames. <br><br>A wide electrical blast arched across the blazing dark sky, and then uselessly sizzled as Susan arrived in the battlespace, shielding the heroes from the blast with an invisible forcefield effortlessly thrown up and staring at Lady Deathstrike, and her newfound powers with a glare that wasn't so much hateful or enraged as much as simply ice cold and determined. “A squad of mutates is flanking you Myth,” Susan then called out, reading the tactical command and gestures of Lady Deathstrike and seeing the movement of the newly minted Apocalypse mutates as a squad of them skirted around the devastated street turned battlefield.<br><br>“Scott. We need a plan to break through Deathstrikes forces. Myth and I can split up, lure them to the flanks and you and Captain Britain strike the center, get the girl and push through. The two of us will then rejoin you south of the Thames,” she then said, knowing between her invisibility and Myth's shapeshifting, they would be more capable of escape and evasion then the two heavy hitters. <br><br>As soon as she suggested her plan, she bolted down the opposite side of the street, knowing the newly minted Horseman... horsewoman?.. had noticed her arrival in the battle and enacted her spur of the moment plan, hoping it would somehow work, even though dividing ones forces while engaged with the enemy was always a high risk, high reward type of scenario.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: MOSCOW - Europe &amp; Northern Asia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 22:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Zhang-Xinyu2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Xin Yu Zhang</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Darkbird</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Moscow</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Doctor Doom</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Xin-Yu gives a small smile listening to Doom and realizes that he is not lacking in the ego department. Her head cocks with the boast of concuring the world when Apocalypse is dealt with. She wonders aloud, <strong>"With all Apocalypse has done in such a short time I wonder how long until he is dealt with... The plan must have been in motion for some time before he made his move. I know the serum has some measure of mind control involved since I myself have felt the effects of it. Though my powers awakening had an adverse effect and they figured me for dead which is why they could fully enact the mind control. I still got some of it but was never under the full effect... Maybe the nanomachines have something to do with it? It gives him an army that won't turn unless something is able to break that control..."</strong><br><br>Her mind moves as he talks about mutations next, <strong>"We also found that some mutants gifts manifested when they were in peril in school. Though with the speed of the attack that would have been negated until they were given the serum of course."</strong> Darkbirds eyes go distant as she thinks trying to think of ways to further turn the odds in their favor missing the comment about the possibility of Apocalypse himself being able to shift.<br><br>Xin-Yu turns to look at Doom as he dismisses the possibility of the nanomachine being Skrull or Kree. Then he peered at her asking about how she knew about the alien races... She remains silent a moment before giving a small sigh, <strong>"I had a friend for a little bit of time when I was going to school. I made a point of meeting people around the area and lets just say she wasn't normal as I was. She told me about the Kree since they were the ones to develop the mist that gave her her powers... I asked and Crystallia also told me about the Skrull race. I imagine there are some others as well."</strong> Thinking a moment she looks back at the readouts, <strong>"Is there something that can be done to block the nanomachines? If they are the source of the mind control disrupting them should give the people their minds back and possibly turn things into our favor."</strong>
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