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Post by Jaymi on Apr 24, 2018 11:29:04 GMT -7
The Thunderbolts are a team of villains reformed and given a second chance to be heroes. Bound together by their desire to be better, the work to show the world that heroes don't always come from where you expect them to. Melissa Gold, the superhuman known as Songbird, took the reins of the Thunderbolts from Abner Jenkins when she found out he was taking Hydra money to fund the new version of the team. Now she wants to build them up from scratch, starting a new generation of villains who get a second chance. Only problem is? Starting from scratch means finding people and that hasn't been proving an easy task. Team Leader: Songbird (Melissa Gold) Team Members:- Moonstone (Karla Sofen)
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Ever want to see a villain work more on the side of the angels? They can't be used in villain slots, but sign up below and we'll do a thread and get them on the team. ^_^ Only requirements are: Registered, no serial killers, and anyone who has committed a known murder has to have served their time. This is more for the common criminals with superpowers than the really, really bad people. No, they don't need to have a history in the comics of being on the Thunderbolts. Yes, OCs are welcome though it'd be nice if they had a bit of a record on board at least.
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Post by Jaymi on Apr 23, 2018 17:09:05 GMT -7
All the good love when we're all alone, Keep it up girl! Yeah, you turn me on. -------------------- As the Skrull started firing at the K.I.T.T., Star-Lord barrel rolled the starcraft out of harm's way, using the smaller ship's maneuverability to keep them ahead of the barrage of the greater force's main battery and the clouds provided by Thor to keep them one step ahead of the armada's ability to target them. The lightning crackled all around them in sharp bursts of light, though the soundless nature of the vacuum provided nothing for the sound of the thunder to follow behind. Gamora and Rocket busied themselves with targeting the fleet while Quill threaded through the needles of the oncoming fire, proving that they could work as an effective team when the chips were down.
"It's Star-Lord, man," he said, his concentration never wavering from the battle going on all around them. The last thing he needed to do was go into a diatribe about his name and get them all blown up. He was that immature after all. "We've can handle rain. Normally I'd stick Rocky on aWHOA!" His words were interrupted as he had to pull the K.I.T.T. up in a sharp climb, narrowly missing the vectors of a pair of high powered lasers from the main ship. He didn't seem to put off though, deciding to finish his comment when he got everything back into order. "...stick Rocket on a stick and use him to wipe off the windows, but we don't need to do that."
The scanners lit up from the skirmish, lights flashing here and there as Peter tried to keep an eye on them and the screen before him, looking for an opening. All at once to his starboard side, a burst of lightning ripped through one of their enemies shields and Gamora took her shot, crippling the small vessel and making a hole for them. Twisting the ship into a roll, the K.I.T.T. banked sharply and was through the space the enemy ship and shield had been taking up just a moment before, thrusters firing them towards the planet.
"Whoomp, there it is!" he cheered into the ship intercom, grinning beneath his mask the whole time. "Just watch out for ground cannons. I'm sure they won't want to let us land easily. Rocket, think you can still disable that big ship? I'd rather it not follow us down there."
-------------------- I'm hooked on a feelin'!
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Post by Jaymi on Apr 19, 2018 17:09:00 GMT -7
All the good love when we're all alone, Keep it up girl! Yeah, you turn me on. -------------------- Could Mockingbird be on one of the ships? Possible. Sure. Peter frowned as he tapped at the top of the stick and pondered the possibility. They'd had the woman for a few years, probably since before her supposed death on Earth. So she wouldn't be in transport. A ship would be infinitely easier to break in and out of than a planet. That's just math. Plus, if she was a prisoner here, it was probably to make a duplicate of, meaning high priority. Having someone make a trip all the way up to a ship would be a hassle. Real nail in the coffin of that idea? They'd be sitting ducks trying to search the ships. Planet-side they had a chance of playing cat and mouse where their small numbers would be a benefit against the larger forces in the Skrull's palace prison where he was pretty sure she would be.
Hitting the comm button to receive the incoming transmission from the skrull ship, Quill grabbed the radio with a grin. "Thank you for choosing space express. We have a delivery for Emperor Dorrek ah... some number or other. Sorry, spilled some Rigellian ale on the invoice. Looks like we have some Skrull Cow patties for his highness? Don't worry though, just lower the shield, we know the way." He didn't wait for a response, setting the mic down and grinning. "Okay everyone, sticking with the original plan. We're punching a hole through! Give it all you've got!"
For his part, he tapped the device just behind his ear that put his game face on. (His helmet. It's his helmet.) Then he started firing. The laser cannons wouldn't do much but lead the bigger ships to their position. Which made it all the easier to evade when he needed to.
-------------------- I'm hooked on a feelin'! heroesdreamer
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Post by Jaymi on Apr 13, 2018 13:32:16 GMT -7
All the good love when we're all alone, Keep it up girl! Yeah, you turn me on. -------------------- Quill rolled his eyes a bit. He'd asked for cover and now the thunder jockey was giving him obvious pointers on how to use it. He wasn't going to go saying that outloud, though. It was honestly pretty cool to have Thor, the Norse God of Thunder on his ship, and they could use his help. "Okay, Rocket, big red button time!" he called out as he engaged a few of the buttons himself, firing a hail of the ships lasers towards the armada. He wasn't worried about hitting anything in particular. Just getting them to focus on where he was for a moment and setting up Rocket's shot before he...
Pushing down and over on the stick sent K.I.T.T. rolling to the side, sending the into a bank of clouds only for them to climb up. They had their scanners so Peter wasn't too worried about being able to see. The lightening was playing a bit of havoc with them, but with the large shields of the Skrulls out there, any holes would show up big and obvious even through the static from Thor's storm.
-------------------- I'm hooked on a feelin'! heroesdreamer Could use you to play some Skrulls for us if you're interested <3
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Post by Jaymi on Apr 10, 2018 14:14:59 GMT -7
All the good love when we're all alone, Keep it up girl! Yeah, you turn me on. -------------------- Quill groaned. He really needed to talk to Rocket about his naming conventions. "Not those, save them for planetside, Rocket. The EMPs, guy. You know, our usual pulse bombs for getting through shields?" He couldn't help but snap a little. They were coming up on the armada blockading their way into the planet and Rocket had loaded the wrong missiles in the tubes because... well, it was partially his fault. The raccoon had just explained what he named them and Peter told him to load pulse bombs but he figured the guy knew the standard by now...
"Forget it. Thor, clouds with lightning. Lots of lightning." It would work in a pinch. He hoped. He was just going to need to be a bit more creative in his approach. "And hold on to something. I figure you're looking for a reason but this is going to get bumpy. There might not be gravity out in space, be we do have it in here." Groot could catch him in a pinch, but he figured that a guy that called himself a god might not like that so much.
Flicking a few switches on the dash, he swapped the ship over to manual control and dropped their speed to something more maneuverable, preparing to thread K.I.T.T. through any openings they managed to punch through. The nice part about fighting an armada with a little ship like theirs? No one expected it and finding holes was easy. So long as they didn't go splat in the first minute, they probably would be fine.
"Five seconds till we're in their range, everyone. Hold on to something and pray to whatever god you believe in." He glanced at Thor, grinning. "Or you know, pray to you, I guess."
-------------------- I'm hooked on a feelin'!
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Post by Jaymi on Apr 9, 2018 19:26:27 GMT -7
All the good love when we're all alone, Keep it up girl! Yeah, you turn me on. -------------------- "I'm telling you, Rocky, she's just blonde. I think you're thinking of like, Songbird or something. Mockingbird's older. She's the Avenger lady. Besides, she's married or something. This is strictly for the glory, the stories, the booze, and the good deeds." Quill shook his head. He couldn't believe everyone just thought he was in this to get into the lady's pants. He knew how to do a good deed.
There really wasn't even an award for this. I mean, attacking the Skrull homeworld meant they'd probably find some loot, so it's not like they were going to come out of this empty handed. Probably. Honestly, though, he just didn't like the thought of an Earther stranded in space because, like Thor said, her people couldn't exactly come help her. So that's where he came in. They were the Guardians of the Galaxy after all. That wasn't just a fancy title. It came with responsibilities.
He glanced back at Thor as Gamora admonished him, grinning a bit. The most dangerous woman in the galaxy had his back, so he didn't need to worry too much about defending himself to the Norse man. It was good to have friends, and he knew he could trust these people. They were family, after all, and that came with all the bickering and fighting of a real family.
He checked the readouts K.I.T.T. was pumping out and frowned a bit. Gamora was right about one thing. This wasn't going to be gentle. The Skrulls were well defended and they had to punch their way through. Not that he couldn't handle that. "Okay folks, Gamora's right. Everyone sit down and buckle up. This is going to be fun. Rocket, give me some pulse bombs. Hey, Thor, think you can manage some cloud cover? Also, you're right, I didn't introduce myself. You can call me Star-Lord."
-------------------- I'm hooked on a feelin'!
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 28, 2018 14:21:35 GMT -7
"Thor! Buddy!" Peter had never met Thor. The man had a reputation, though. Plus, if he was out here looking for Mockingbird, it added serious credibility to his own claims. He was more than willing to accept the added help from the Norse man-meat, too. Assuming the guy would ride with them. "We're just going to save her! Wanna come with? We've got a great sound track."He glanced over at Rocket. "Dude, her hair's not pink. She's blond. Like the the huge guy who just walked in over there. Also, side B, Rocky, track two." Shaking his head he shrugged and looked back over to Thor. "We got some news on Knowhere that the Skrulls have her on their homeworld. We were going to go bust her out and return her to uh... Midrift? Midguard? Earth. We're taking her back to Earth. But there's a lot of Skrulls, as you know. They're homeworld and all that. Figured we could use the help of a Lord of Lightning like you. You interested?" Quill just grinned. If he said yes, this was going to be awesome. And Drax was going to be sooooo jealous he missed it.
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 24, 2018 19:46:52 GMT -7
Two spots added to the application.
Identity: (Public or Secret) Registration: (Signed/Not Signed)
Likely up in in the same spot that the personal information is listed such as name, gender, etc.
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 23, 2018 13:57:42 GMT -7
"Hey, Gams, you know why we're doing this. Same reason why we do like... everything. Because it's right. Because it's just. Because it's awesome and fun and probably at least three times in this, something so hilarious is going to happen that is going to make a story so great at the bars on Knowhere that we're going to get free booze. Real top quality stuff." Star-Lord glanced over at the Most Dangerous Woman in the Galaxy and raised an eyebrow, grinning charmingly. He knew he was right and he knew she knew he was right.
He glanced back at Rocket, watching him check their armaments. Going in guns blazing was probably their best bet, but they couldn't exactly launch their heaviest stuff and risk the prisoner. "Something tame, Rocky. No bunker busters, big berthas, and definitely no kahunas. We don't know exactly where they're keeping the target, so we want to try and disable them without blowing a hole in their buildings, okay?"
Playing it safe wasn't really his first or usual call, but their wasn't really any glory in blowing up their own damsel in distress. He did know that from first hand experience. Drax had laughed at that one for weeks. Really wish he could have been here for this particular operation, but he had been pulled away for 'father-daughter' time. Moon Dragon needed help with a hunt of her own.
And then the alarms went off. Checking the scanners, something had boarded them. It wasn't a Skrull, nor was it any sort of ship. "Hey, Groot, mind checking to see what d'ast is on the ship back there?"
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 22, 2018 9:49:54 GMT -7
The information was good. It had to be. There wasn't any other reason to put their necks on the line to journey deep into the heart of the Skrull home world, piss off an entire race of shape-changing warriors, and possibly start and intergalactic war. All to save some unknown Earther the Deviant Skrulls had kidnapped some years back. Just another day for the Quill sat on the bridge of C.I.T.T., the ship he owned before the Milano, checking the systems to make sure they had everything ready. This was going to be a tight operation that would broke no screwing around. (So of course they were playing everything loose and with optimal shenanigans.) "Alright folks, should be in Skrullos space in about ten minutes, if you have any gods, start your space prayers now. Otherwise, fasten your seatbelts, load your your biggest weapons, strap your underwear on outside your pants, and let's roast us some lizard-like aliens over an open fire!"
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 14, 2018 14:09:39 GMT -7
Star-Lord: You awake yet, gatherer? God, first question. What's your krutacking name?
Gatherer: I'm not telling you anything.
Star-Lord: We could play it that way. Or I could use my element guns and play shockey with you until I find whatever norkhole your gnords are hiding in?
Gatherer: You wouldn't dare hurt an innocent man.
Star-Lord: I wouldn't! Lucky for me, you're not innocent.
Gatherer: But the Collector is an innocent man. A great man. He's a hero to the universe.
Gatherer: I wouldn't betray him for myself.
Star-Lord: He just tried to kill us, had one of you guys blow your head off, and oh yeah, he keeps sentient creatures in captivity. Besides, we're not planning on hurting him. Honest.
Gatherer: You're too small-minded to see his grand design. And I'm not going to help you ruin it. So you can take your flea-bitten crew and head back to the krutaking trash planets of Grazelle.
Gatherer: Do what you want. I'm not telling you anything!
Star-Lord: How about a deal then? You tell me what I want to know and I don't tell the Collector next time how much you squealed?
Gatherer: How about this: I don't tell you anything, and I don't betray my boss?
Gatherer: *spits*
Star-Lord: Cool, cool. Wonder how he'll respond when we tell him you told us everything anyways? He doesn't seem like a very patient man.
Gatherer: I'll be dead by then, I'm sure.
Gatherer: And how will you find the Collector without me?
Star-Lord: Finding the Collector is easy. He's not exactly the most flarkin' subtle person in the galaxy. That's not what I want from you.
Gatherer: Then what DO you want from me?
Star-Lord: Let's start with your name.
Gatherer: I'm a Gatherer.
Star-Lord: Yep. But that's dumb to call someone. I guess I could call you Gath...
Gatherer: Call me whatever you want. But as a Gatherer, I only answer to the Collector.
Star-Lord: Alright then, Gath. See, that's really only a little better... Antarctic Museum. Real thing or just him being a twit?
Gatherer: Why should I tell you anything? You can go to the Antarctic and see for yourself.
Star-Lord: I can. And I will. But I'm trying to save some time and make progress while Rocky fixes up the Milano. If I have to go there to find out, I'm going to be real annoyed and might just drop a thermobomb on the base instead of going inside.
Gatherer: You can't!
Gatherer: I'll say this: the Collector isn't in the Antarctic Museum. He's not even on this planet anymore.
Gatherer: You can't destroy the Museum. It houses a monster that shouldn't ever be let out.
Star-Lord: Cool. So Antarctic Museum is real and he's not there. First target. Thanks.
Gatherer: No! Don't you know what's there?
Star-Lord: And what's that?
Gatherer: The Collector's Museums aren't just to house his collection. Sometimes, they're prisons for things too dangerous for this universe.
Gatherer: I believe you would know the species held in there, a member of the Klyntar species.
Star-Lord: Only in a general sense. A few Earthers wear them around. They're not nice guys, but they don't seem so bad that me wrecking your boss' place isn't worth it.
Gatherer: This one is different. If you're familiar with the Genocide of the Salvidaran II?
Gatherer: This Klyntar is responsible for the deaths of millions of Salvidarans.
Star-Lord: Okay, is there like... a map to the thing in the museum?
Gatherer: I'm not telling you anything! Knowing you Guardians, you'll probably let it go and kill everyone on Earth.
Gatherer: And after that thing finishes with Earth, it'll probably head to Salvidaran Prime and finish off the rest of the creatures you're trying to save.
Star-Lord: Which is WHY you're going to tell me. Because otherwise I don't trust you and I just blow the museum up. Tell me where to find it and I'll put an end to it.
Gatherer: So you're going to let millions die, just to get one Salvidaran?
Gatherer: I'm calling your bluff, Star-Lord.
Star-Lord: I'm willing to let millions die to get payback on the Collector.
Gatherer: Fine. Go ahead. When the human race is on the brink of extinction, the humans will be easier to collect.
Star-Lord: The Earthers have held back Galactus, fight Klyntars on a daily basis, and wrecked Thanos. I'm not so worried about them.
Gatherer: Then if they're not in danger, I have nothing to fear.
Star-Lord: Cool! Hey, Rocket, prepare a thermobomb! Extra thermo!
Gatherer: Wait!
Star-Lord: Hmm?
Gatherer: You can kill me, but I'll never tell you which moon the Collector is on.
Star-Lord: I'm not going to kill you, man! Like I said, I'll bring you with us, sneak in to wherever we find, and make sure the Collector knows you led us straight to him.
Gatherer: If the Collector thinks I betrayed him, I'll be dead... But if I'll be dead before I spill anything to you, anyway.
Star-Lord: Yeah, but telling me what you know gives you time. Heck, I'll even let you go. You can run off and warn him.
Gatherer: If you give me back my communicator, I can ask the Collector if he's willing to speak?
Star-Lord: Yeah, no. Last time someone got a call from him, he blew his head off. And as funny as that would be to watch a second time?
Gatherer: Fine, fine. Then I suppose I can tell you, if you do me a favor?
Star-Lord: If you say something rude next, I'm going to be really cross with you, Gath.
Gatherer: *Spits at his face.* I was just going to ask you to clean your face.
Star-Lord: Alright, you just got nominated to be that Klyntar's new host.
Gatherer: But it'll destroy me!
Gatherer: And then I'll go after the Collector...
Gatherer: If you promise me you won't go to the Antarctic Museum, I'll give you a hint as to the Collector's whereabouts. But you must also let me go, and not tell the Collector.
Star-Lord: Oooh, new idea. I like this host option. I bet it would totally come along for a ride with us to say hi to the Collector. And using you is great. It'd have all your memories...
Star-Lord: I bet he'd tell us where to drive him too. What do you think?
Gatherer: Hmm...
Gatherer: Alright, alright!
Gatherer: The Collector has a rest stop on the Earth's moon.
Star-Lord: Ugh, that's stupid close. Alright, I can work with that. And where's the Klyntar? I'm not letting it stay on this planet where it can murderize millions of innocents.
Gatherer: Don't you touch it. If you let it out, it will overwhelm your inferior brains and escape.
Gatherer: The Collector is already protecting this planet by keeping it hidden.
Star-Lord: He's got it ON the planet. It shouldn't be on Earth at all, you dipstick! I'm taking it off world, maybe throwing it into a sun. Bounty hunters nab those things often enough. We can contain it long enough to let it see the inside of a star.
Gatherer: If you want to grab it, you'll have to do it without me. Good luck finding it, Star-Lord. And by the time you even reach the museum, the Collector would be long gone. And I don't know where his next destination is.
Gatherer: He'll be on the moon for no more than three days. So unless you have people helping you, the Guardians don't have enough manpower to get the Klynar AND the master.
Star-Lord: I told you. We're not after him. Three days? We can do that. Plus if he's that close, backtracking him with your communicator will be enough to get a lock on the ship. We can follow him any where. You've been... some kind of help. We'll let you go before we leave the planet. Have a good day, Gath.
Gatherer: Damn.... I can't wait to see this blow up in your face.
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 12, 2018 22:57:33 GMT -7
Actually, mind doing Grey Knight? Her being more of a business wealthy person, Grey makes more sense than green.
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 12, 2018 14:21:22 GMT -7
Kate Bishop for Green Knight, please.
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Post by Jaymi on Mar 7, 2018 15:55:27 GMT -7
Monet St. Croix is a great fit for the Hellfire Club, especially since they don't always have to be evil. She's a socialite, ambassador's daughter, wealthy, and has like 4 citizenships. Plus, she looks damn good in that dress. Obviously Emma's White Queen so if red or green are still open, I'd love to see her in one of those. Probably Green. And Norman Osborn being the Green King suits me just fine, too. Since there's no White King, Kingpin would be a good fit, but since that seems to be mostly X-men and the like, I'm down with not doing that. Maybe Magneto for White King since it was his position once.
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