In The Eye of The Collector (Closed, started, seeking Co-GM)

[Viking Incognito]

"I do my share on the battlefield, as well as everywhere else. You can criticize all you like, but the fact is that I have more to offer than any of you, even with so much of my resources tied up in the war. Ahh, I would love to continue this discussion, but I have an urgent report on the Collective movements in South America."

With that, the screen was once again showing the Russian flag.

 

[newfoundsky]

"I thought he'd never leave," Drake crossed his arms and looked back to Vek. "Do you know why we're here?"

 

[drmigit2]

Tradx was missed the city streets. He found city life more appealing than the country side and people questioned his walking a bit less. In fact, people in Chicago questioned very few things about Tradx and he liked that about the city.

This desert on the other hand...not quite as fun. Tradx was hopping at max speeds, going more than the speed of sound in order to reach his destination faster because screw sand. There was more than one occasion where he thought he might slip on the sand. He had to stop himself abruptly as he reached the hole in the ground he was supposed to reach.

Tradx had to brace himself as the wind he had brought alongside himself had caused a mini sandstorm and if he did not get inside soon, his feathers might be weighed down and a sandy hat was not a fun hat!

"Hey! Hey I am talking to you guys! You sent me a message or something. What the hell do you want? I am a busy grothank!"

 

[world_of_dragons]

After that moment, the door opened. A man came out, wearing a sort of business sword under a blue trenchcoat and matching fedora. But most noticably, he looked as though his face was missing.

"Good day, I'm glad you gentlemen could make it, but we seem to be missing a few people." He greeted while looking around. He opened the door wider and ushered everyone in, "Please, come in, we have much to discuss."

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The guard at the door glanced at Tradx for a good while before ushering him in

"Uh, come with me, there's a meeting about to.." His words died when he noticed the sandstorm "Oh, shit!". He then made a grab at Tradx's arm, spouting "Get in, quick!"

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In South America
The room was eerily silent. Those tasked with accompanying Justice watched as their commanding officer surveyed the darkened room. His forces came in without warning and the president's security were butchered within second, shot from behind walls or from above the ceiling.

Justice held the president above the air with his third arm as his looked at the window, imitating a pose he often saw of American presidents with his hands behind his back.

"Tell me somethin' mistuh president."Justice began, "What do you know of... Inevitability?"

"E... Estan monstruo... Tu bastado!" The President wheezed.

Justice tightened his grip on The President's neck, just a little. "Now, now. I don't quite speak that Mexican jive. Mind sayin' that again in English?"

"You... Will... Die..." Th President managed.

"You see, mistuh president... Inevitability is your fate comin' right atcha like a locomotive. Don't mattuh how much ya' fight against it, no mattuh how much ya' pray, it's gonna hitcha."

"Va... a infierno!" The President managed.

"And this, mistuh president, is yer inevitability..."

That lanky mutant arm crushed the helpless man's neck with a sickening crunch. However, Justice's men didn't flinch, or react in anyway whatsoever. It made Justice just a little disappointed; he always reveled in revolting others. But, that didn't matter. He tossed the now limp body out the window and took a seat at the big desk, throwing his feet over it while lighting himself a cigarette.

"And this right here, is also... Inevitability."
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Animal Man was being chased by a battalion of mecha; two blades lead by an Ace which had began to open fire on Animal Man. There orders were to kill him if they couldn't catch him.

 

[PunkyMcGee]

Looks at his comlink. "no signal, that figures." he tries to get a baring on his surroundings. when he receives a call. "the hell? i thought i had no signal."

He Answers.

"Good to see you walking around again." said the woman's voice.

"how are you reaching me? i can't find service"

"We don't have much time to get into that. more importantly your probably wondering where you are and how you got there. right now we placed you in a refugee camp in Africa. we p-"

"Whoa whoa wait. AFRICA?"

"please we don't have much time. as I was saying: we sent you to one of the only safe havens this world has left. when the Foundation found you you were barley alive. and we sent you there so you can help us."

"and what about my family? my friends? NICOLE?"

"none of your know contacts have been found among the dead. there is still hope"

"Then send me back. I need to protect them."

"You are worth more to us alive than dead. You wont be doing much good on your own."

"Well Gee. thanks for that. tell me why I'd want to help you guys again?"

"Last time you worked for us you wanted a full pardon we can make that happen. all sins past, present and future will be wiped clean. as far as the government is concerned anyway."

How exactly?"

"once the Collective are removed we will be able to put in who we want. and you know what we stand for is just."

"Fine I'm in"

"Good. you'll find a cash of your weapons and supplies a mile west from where you are now. once you do, find like minded individuals. you need a team to have any hope to get this world back to normal. just don't tell anyone that you know us"

"How am I gonna do that, exactly?"

"no time to explain we must terminate this call. and establish radio silence, for a while. Take care."

*blip* the conversation ends and no record can be found in the call log.

"Well this is fucking great, Walk a mile in the deserts of Africa." as he starts to move out.

 

[newfoundsky]

Spoiler: ooc

I so love you making the Question fit in this.

Drake, a bit put off by the faceless man, strode into the room. "Not to be rude," he said as he walked by, "but one of your guests has slight bout of megalomania." He gestured to the Russian Robot.

 

[SkullKing84]

The necromancer did enjoy his timing. Its not every day you can make a grand entrance with a deadly sandstorm raging around you. Then again, its not everyday you join a resistance group. His mind journeyed on wondering who he'd end up working with.

With a solid "THUD" he walked right into the entrance door. After jiggling the handle and knocking for a few seconds his armor was getting weighed down by sand. He leaned his small stature close to the door and let out his voice that echoed from beyond the Abyss.

"Uh, Hello? Its quite nasty out. Can someone let me in?"

 

[world_of_dragons]

The door opened just wide enough for someone to reach and arm through and grab the Necromancer.

"Sheesh, what are you doing walking around in a sandstorm? Well, nevermind, Question is waiting for you in his office" Said a guard.

 

[PunkyMcGee]

"SON OF A FUCK! A SANDSTORM? REALLY? i need to find a freakin' jeep."

 

[PunkyMcGee]

as i arrive at the mile marker and find a couple of duffle bags under a rock just like they message said it would. the sandstorm was now very intense as Landon looked for shelter. and possibly find the "like minded individuals" he needed to find.

(((OoC for the sake of plot he sees the meeting point a few hundred yards away)))

 

[The Clown]

John looked down at his slightly dusty suit then to the side at Drakes similar attire.

"Well, maybe, wouldn't want you to get shot at by people thinking you're me," He said, chuckling slightly.

Examining the floating drone he said " As to why we're here..... I'm sure the man about to walk through the door will tell us, some sort of resistance."

As foretold the faceless man walked in, John stood to greet him, smiling again. "Honour to finally meet you, hey, don't give me that look!" He giggled and sat with the others.

 

[Viking Incognito]

The drone's screen once again showed Zaitsev's face, and his deep accented voice came through the speaker.

"I have bad news comrades. The Collective general called Justice has assassinated the president of Chile. There is no longer any worth-while resistance in South America."

 

[world_of_dragons]

Question sighed and ushered everyone inside. The office was rather messy with a hesitantly installed computer system, a couple of file cabinets lining the wall behind the desk and a set of chairs crowding the area in front of it.

He took a seat and folded his hands on the desk.

"I'll be brief and blunt; We're in a deep hole. I've known this day would come and have tried to warn anyone who mattered, but since they couldn't see what I saw happening, they didn't listen. Most of the people that could do much of anything about the Collective have either been captured and possibly repurposed for their use, killed or disappeared. I managed to get this bunker together as a little refuge from the storm.

Problem is, we're only safe so long as the Collective isn't interested in Africa, that means we have until everything else of value has been taken, before they come here. This is the headquarters of the world's last stand against the collective.

However, I'm not what you'd consider a 'leader'. That role always suited Superman or Batman best, but at the moment Superman is now Yujiro Hanma's personal WMD and any and all contact with Batman has been lost.

One thing I have noticed, however is that while the Grand Four serve the same entity-this 'Collector', they seem to operate separately. So, by theory, what we could do is lend assistance to any forces who are fighting the Collective and take down each general one-by-one until none are left.

You guys come from vastly different backgrounds and I'm sure you have different motives to be here, but what I'm asking is that we all save those differences and grudges for a different day when some secret society isn't destroying the world as we know it.

So, what say you?"

Dragon, though having remained silent for the time being simply nodded his head.

"So, what's first?" There was more he wanted to ask, such as "How does a low profile costumed vigilante know my father", but it was best not to ask right that second.

 

[newfoundsky]

"Oh, yes. Great Idea. Let's all ignore the fact for a minute here that the Russian will probably try and take over the world as soon as, somehow, we stop these freaks. And we'll be in the same boat again. And when he's dead and gone, like all petty warlords are, we'll have to deal with people that are superior in everyone to a mere human. You think I want to face down the Russian, and you are saying Superman is allowing himself to be a pin-point nuke for the enemy? The only way we're going to get anywhere here is if Russia falls to the Collective, just like every country that could do anything about it." Drake crossed his arms.

"Of course, the fact that Russia is still standing allows access to a rather large nuclear arsenal, which, quite frankly, I'm surprised 'Vodka Vodka Boris Yeltsin' has used yet."

 

[Viking Incognito]

Zaitsev gave a lazy, but taunting grin.

"Your creative name calling astounds me. Are you truly suggesting that the best thing to do is allow the collective to acquire the resources of one of the last remaining world powers? You do realize we are trying to stop them, not make them invincible? And we have indeed tried to deploy Nuclear weapons against their Asian forces, but they were counteracted by non-other than Superman, as well as Gigantor."

The drone turned to face The Question.

"We all know that man's response to this already. But the reality is that I am the most qualified to lead. I have led armies, and I am currently leading a country, neither of which Superman can claim."

Spoiler: OOC

If you want to hear Zaitsev's voice, skip to 3:05
LINK [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfyMX--Zrq8]

 

[Saltarius]

A blade nicked Buddy's arm as he began to fall god knows how many feet from where he was.

"Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!"

He crashed into the ground, his whole body writhing in pain. There was no escape. The best he could hope for was that they'd be quick about it.

 

[drmigit2]

Tradx had walked in with the necromancer, he would have made a comment but he was being hurried along and had to begin hopping to reach his seat in time. Apparently the collectors were a big deal and once all the talking had finished, Tradx slammed his hand on the table and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Count me in! Those guys are assholes! Consider their heads plus one in bullets!" Tradx cared little for the planet, but he figured he might as well do some good while here and their interests mixed. Seemed like a fair deal.

 

[newfoundsky]

"I'm saying that it doesn't matter if we win, because with you here we still lose." Drake turned to the Question. "I've heard of you. You see the patterns no one else sees. Except me. You have to realize that life under the Russian is no better than life under the Collective. Now you brought me here for a reason, which means you can't do this without me. If you want me in, the Russian comes here. In person. No doubles, no tricks. And when it's over, he gives up his government."

 

[world_of_dragons]

The Question sighed behind his mask.

"Please, keep in mind, the point is; that we need to work together if we're to make it out of this. If you wish, we can go back to being enemies after the Collector and his little band of superpowered misfits are dealt with." Question said, then turned his attention toward's the droid.

"That is not to say, however, that we're going to give Mother Russia a one up over the rest of the world. Which is to say, that I agree with young Drake here, Mr Zaitsev. Considering your... Position on world politics, it would be foolish on my part to give you a dagger and trust you not to stab us all in the back, if you understand me? Hence, I must request that you come and lend your assistance in this personally: No representatives, just you."

 

[Viking Incognito]

SNIP

Spoiler: OOC

Dude, I spesifically said that Zaitsev is basically the only living person on earth who knows that he isn't actually inside the Salve Unit