the Alliance IC

[The Kid Lantern]

Upon request of the United States government, the feral hero called Spot gathered a team of super-humans and young patriots to take on any superhuman threats in today’s atomic era. Facing such threats as the Goblin King, the herald of Death [aka the Gate Keeper], and the agents of the Secret Society, the Alliance has proved to be the number one response to any super-human or extraterrestrial threat to the safety of north America.

the Alliance OOC

Rules:

1.) No back-to-back posting.

2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!!

3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.

4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!

5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.

8.) My word is law.

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Six months ago….

Government officials sat in a room with several would-be super-human athletes. Most of them were standing, however a feral teleporter sat at the head of a table in the center of the room. He had a determined look in his eyes, and his face was one the general media knew well. Leopold Oromake, also known as the Spot, was a super-human who made it his goal to usher in a Mutant Sports League to the mainstream media.

“If you don’t mind gentlemen, we would like to speak with Mr. Oromake alone….” said one of the men in a mostly black suit.

“We’d like to make you an offer, Leopold….” another man said as the room cleared out.

Present Day….

Deep beneath the American Embassy in New York City, was the underground headquarters of the Alliance. A team of heroes Spot was responsible for gathering. With a little experience under their belts, the training facilities were all but a cake walk for at least half of the team. For Jacob Masterson, aka Plex, it wasn’t so easy despite his incredible power. As the youngest member of the team he felt he was the one with something to prove. He was never an aspiring sports star, or a military man, he was just a kid who wanted to do the right thing with his powers. He came out of the Danger Room training gym tired from a level 6 battle with a dozen holo-droids.

“I won’t let myself be the weakest link…” he said to himself under his breath as he absorbed a few duplicates without growing.

The young hero walked to his personal quarters in the two level underground base….

~KL~

[The Whacko]

Hoban Deych, better know as the Black Mask to the world, sighed deeply as he puffed on his short cigar, the cloud of smoke trickling out the open door of his quarters. He was dressed in only a pair of cheap, worn jeans and a wifebeater, his heavily tatooed arms behind his head as he listened to the audiobook. The 20th Anniversery Edition of Heir to the Empire filled the room, the irony being that despite being a fan of science fiction all his life, his power was based in the arcane. His quarters reflected as such, with mystic tomes mixed with Sci-fi and fantasy novels, including a well-read copies of Heavy Metal. Deych was a tall, burley man with a perminant scowl, a shaved head and a thick goatee, looking more like a biker than a mystic superhero. He'd never confirmed his background before his rise to anyone, prefering to let them figure it out themselves. The most popular theory was that he had been a librarian at some point, some nonesense about that being the way it always started in the comics. That of course was a crock.

He noticed Jacob walking down the hall toward his own room, looking as tired and beaten as ever. He'd been training hard again. Deych had seen kids like that at the gym a dozen times, trying to to work themselves to their prime for whatever reason, self-esteem or to impress girls. Jacob had other reasons, though. Most likely to prove to himself that he was worthy of being on this team. But Deych knew the kind of training the kid put himself through was going to catch up to him in the end. It never ended well.

"Kid, take a break from the workouts. Get out more." He shouted, his voice as cold and gravely as ever. "That shit catches up to you."

[Aro]

Caden sat in his own room, a pair of useless noice-reducing headphones covering his ears. Even with the headphones on he could still hear the sounds of Jacob Masterson, or Plex, battling it out with a dozen holo-bots in the, so aptly named, Danger Room. With the sound of the last bot being destroyed silence returned to his room and he let out a soft sigh of relief thinking that there would be silence as he removed the headphones. He should've known by now that there was hardly ever a moment of silence here. As soon as the headphones were away from his ears the sound of some audiobook being played filled the air. "Hoban," He continued to work on some pieces for his new armor as an image of the man came into his mind. "He really doesn't seem like the type for science fiction, but I suppose you can't judge a book by it's cover." He held up a gauntlet with a modified gun barrel atteached to the forearm.

Sounds of footsteps along the hallway drifted in under the sound of Hoban's audiobook and he assumed it was Jacob as he returned to working. "Kid, take a break from the workouts. Get out more." He heard Hoban shouting from his own room a few doors down. "That shit catches up to you." Caden knew he was talking to Jacob but the tip was transferable. He's right, we all could use a break from time to time. He thought as he placed the gauntlet on his arm, attaching it to a small portable generator similar to the one he uses in his armor, aiming at the bare wall. "Let's test out the firing system." He muttered as a smile spread across his lips just before a burst of orange shot out of the glove, forcing him a few feet out of his chair and removing a portion of the wall he was aimed at. "That's not good." He said as he sat up and looked at the gaping hole that led into the lab. "Although fortunate." He picked himself up off the floor and stuck his head out into the hallway. "Sorry about that folks!" He yelled out before returning to his work. "Got the wires crossed!"

[Guile]

"ONE, TWO, ONE, TWO, THREE!" shouted Galen as his final jab knocked the red punching bag onto the floor. He was in the gym going through his normal routine. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest towards his perfectly formed abdominal muscles. The gym that the Alliance HQ had was state of the art. No hero could complain about the lack of exercise equipment.

Galen walked over to a nearby counter where the sports drinks and snacks were located. He grabbed his half completed bottle of water and unscrewed the top. The cold water slid down his throat causing a cool sensation to flow over his body. "Ahhhhh..." he moaned from the thirst quencher. After gulping the last drop, he tossed the empty bottle in a nearby trashcan. He started to think about the day he joined the team.

At first he was reluctant when Spot offered him a seat on the team. Galen always favored working solo, never wanting to share his talents with other people no matter if they fought for the same cause. He didn't like worrying about other people or trying to protect every single person. He believed it kept him back from his full potential. This team-thing, as he put it might be something different. The world needed them and this time he had to admit, that he couldn't do it alone.

[AnthousNight]

Eve was kicked back on a couch watching tv in the common room. She wore what looked like a knee length silk nighty and gentle sipped at a cup off coffee like it was the sweetest wine she had ever had. She was one of the last recruits to be added to this group, and that really didn't suprise her much. She had no real crime fighting experience. She had chanced off a mugger or two, and had taught an attempted rapist a lesson, but nothing like these people were talking about. Normally she would have laughed and scoffed at the invetation, but she was broke, was about to be evicted, and could not find a good job. She had been praying for guidence and help, then came the invite. Who was she to argue the plans of God. She flipped the channel the news, folding her legs under her.

[Knighthawk]

Leopold was in the lab, always one to work outside the box he was trying to develop secondary systems for the team so that A) they don't become too dependent on one skill or ability and B) to the enemy cant make any counter-measures. He himself has been studying Muay Thai to round out his combat abilities but hasn't been using them in the field yet, However that shield the patriot had was giving him some ideas...
Suddenly the wall across from him creaked just a moment blew out with a softball sized blast passing through! On instinct he threw open a portal underneath him to pop to a new portion of the room, He looked from where he was to where he now is and felt his head for singe marks. "That's not good...Although fortunate. Sorry about that folks! Got the wires crossed!"
As calmly as he could, Leopold got up from his chair and smoothed out his total Persian puffball of fur from the sudden attack and poked his head into the adjoining room.
Caden, my man, can you do me a huge 'I owe ya one' and NOT DO THAT AGAIN?!? Please take that to the dangerr room or the firring rrange orr put a firring rrange in the dangerr rroom... But not in yourr room! Thanks.
He gave the tech specialist a 'finger gun' with a clicked tongue and decided to take a break anyways. One of the upsides of ADHD is you don't stay mad at things for too long. He left a stack of comic books for the R&D people with a note. "Can we do any of this?"

[chulance]

Ares leaned back stretching, here he was on a superhero team. He knew his father disapproved, he didn’t want them dabbling in mortal affairs anymore, there’d been incidents across history since the fall of the Byzantine empire with gods dabbling with humans, and the results. Sometimes he missed the old days of Greece, and Rome hell even Alexander the Great was interesting but those times had passed. The old days of war had ended, things had gotten more complex, he was drinking a bottle of tequila. It was expensive, but he was a strong believer in you got what you pay for. He’d initially got involved with vigilante work for the hell of it, but he started to care. The War God having a heart, it was ironic and he certainly wouldn’t come about and say it, but he felt these people, these mortals needed help, divine help, like the old days.

He took another sip of his drink, as he heard some noise going off. "Sorry about that folks!" "Got the wires crossed!" He chuckled at that, Caden was one of the members of the team he was most interested in, with the advanced weaponry he was developing, mecha suits, it seemed like something out of a Japanese manga, but he’d seen it with his own eyes. The other member he took an interest in was Jacob, the one pushing himself the hardest, training without end, that was his kind of a hero. He got out of the chair he was sitting in, and finished the bottle. Going over to his fridge, he took out another, popping the cap off, and heading out into the hallway. “Time to pay pay the “Weak” link a visit” He made his way over to Jacob’s personal quarters, he was going to try to help him. He was no Chiron, but war was an art he believed he had the qualifications to teach. “Hey multi man you here! Open up, get your ass out here.”

[Knighthawk]

Leopold came bopping and dancing into the common room, his sensitive hearing let him play his music off his hip at a soft tone and he could hear it just as fine as if he was wearing earbuds. Currently paralyzer by finger eleven was pouring out as he slipped along behind the couch. With a ready smirk he held out a hand for Eve as he danced in place before her, thinking that channel surfing cant be nearly as fun as a quick step and some companionship.

[AnthousNight]

a slender brow raised at the offer to dance. "I don't dance... Besides. I'd spill my coffee" Eve smiled sweetly at him. She was nice and humorous, but rarely got up and did what others considered fun. Many would call her lazy, but she had a work ethic like a well oiled machine.

[The Whacko]

"Ares." Deych said with a short nod of acknolwedgment, puffing on his cigar and billowing smoke while he listened to his book. Luke Skywalker was doing battle with Grand Admiral Thrawn's deadly Nohgri assassins, always one of the big man's favorite chapters. He wasn't ashamed to admit he was a Star Wars fan, attending Comic-Con whenever it was in town and arguing with the other fanboys over why the prequel's were legitimate films. Even then he managed to radiate that air of toughness that came from big people like him. Walking further down the hall he plopped himself on the couch in the common room next to Eve. Leo was trying to get her to dance with him again. If it got touchy feely, he'd leave them alone.

"Leo, Eve. Any word 'bout the Golbin King or whatever the hell he's called?"