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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I'm really liking all of the ideas on this thread! I've wanted to play Blade for a while so hopefully whichever RP gets made would fit him.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I'm going to come out the gate and say I'm not going to be continuing this.

This is no judgement on MB I know why he isn't around, sickness and then trying to get back in is a bitch.

I just don't have the time to GM a project.

@Sep

That's fair, thank you for continuing on as long as you have. I've felt this RP losing a lot of steam as time has gone on so I think it would be best for me to call it a day too. I've really really enjoyed writing for this though, so if it ever gets rebooted or starts up again I'll definitely reapply. I hope we can all get the time to get something like this going again in the future!

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

@Ezekiel Adding Kara is such a cool idea!

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Finally updated Black Panther's post catalogue now that volume 1 is complete!

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Volume 1 - The Heir of Dorado

Return to Tradition

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Necalli had been in the cell for what felt like days. All he could feel was the damp, cold stone pressing against his skin as he sat with his back to the wall. His thoughts were a mix of anger, frustration, and worry. His father had imprisoned him for acting out of line, but Necalli still believed he had done what was necessary to protect Dorado. Yet now, trapped in a dark cell, all he could do was replay the events over and over again in his mind. He tried to focus, to meditate like he had been taught, but sleep would claim him in waves.

But there, in the heavy silence of the prison, something shifted.

The torchlight dimmed, and the air grew heavy. Necalli blinked, trying to shake off the weariness that had settled over him after hours in the cell. But when he looked up, he wasn't alone.

Before him stood a figure, towering and almost primal in appearnace. The first Black Panther stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding, echoing in the narrow confines of the cell. "You wear the mantle of Black Panther, and yet you sit idle while your people are in danger."

Necalli froze, his eyes widening. This was no ordinary vision, it was vivid, sharp, more real than the world around him. He felt like he could reach out and touch the man in front of him had he not been rooted to the ground in fear. He wanted to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

The figure crouched down, leveling his gaze with Necalli's. "Your prison is not these walls. It is your hesitation, your doubt." His voice seemed to resonate in the stone. "You have the strength of your ancestors within you. Escape is not just about force but about seeing the world beyond what it is."

Necalli's heartbeat quickened as the Black Panther raised his hand and, with a flick of his wrist, the cell walls began to shift and change. The bars seemed thinner, the mechanisms in the walls revealed themselves, and he could see the guards' patrols. In his mind's eye, the path to freedom appeared.

"You are a protector." the first Black Panther continued, his voice like a war drum in Necalli's head. "You will find the way out, not through brute strength, but through wisdom and cunning. The mantle you wear is not just power, it is knowledge."

Necalli blinked, and just as quickly as the vision had appeared, it faded. But the clarity remained. He could see it all; the weak points, the guard patterns, the way to freedom. The path was there.

Before he could act his vision was broken by the sound of the heavy cell doors creaking open. Yaretzi slipped into the room, her face half lit by the dim torchlight in the corridor. She had a determined look in her eyes, but it softened as she saw the condition her brother was in.

"You look like death." she muttered, kneeling beside him and passing him a small tablet through the bars. "I cracked the encryption. You were right. L Corp isn't just any company. It's short for Lexcorp."

"LexCorp?" Necalli repeated, confused. "What's that?"

"From what I gathered, it's a massive corporation, one of the biggest in the world, led by some guy called Lex Luthor. Imaginative name for his business, I know. But here's the thing, Luthor is just funding this operation. The real mastermind behind it all is called Klaue. The same Klaue who's been linked to military grade arms deals, mercenary operations in remote parts of the globe, and supplying black market tech to criminals the world over. He's been funding research on Dorado for years. God knows why or how he's convinced we exist, but he's getting close to proving it."

Necalli frowned, taking in the information. "So, Luthor is what? Some kind of businessman? Why is he helping Klaue? What stake does he have in this?"

"Businessman is putting it lightly. He's more like a billionaire with too much money and too many secrets." Yaretzi said, leaning closer. "But it's not him you need to worry about. It’s Klaue. He's obsessed with finding Vibranium. Some of the documents on that tablet mentioned it directly."

Necalli's anger simmered beneath the surface. "We have to stop them."

"You think?" Yaretzi smirked, then turned serious. "But first, we need you out of here."

Necalli's mind raced. His vision of the first Black Panther echoed in his thoughts. He could still feel the presence of that ancient warrior, trying to guide him out.

He stood, his muscles aching, but his spirit was renewed. "I already know how to get out."

Yaretzi blinked, caught off guard by Necalli's sudden shift in demeanor. "You do?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The guards are right outside, and this place is sealed. I don't even think father's expecting you to even try escaping."

Necalli smirked as he looked around the dim, cold cell. "The guards won't be a problem. They're not the ones who keep me here." His voice was steady, filled with the certainty that came from his vision.

Yaretzi hesitated, unsure if her brother had truly lost it or if he had a legitimate plan. "So, what's this brilliant idea of yours?" she asked, still skeptical.

Necalli stepped closer to the wall of the cell and ran his hand over its surface, feeling the rough stone beneath his fingertips. "It's not about force. It’s about knowing the path." he muttered. "I had a vision, Yaretzi. The first Black Panther...he showed me a way out."

Yaretzi raised an eyebrow, unsure what to make of it. "You're telling me a ghost gave you escape tips?"

Necalli grinned. "Something like that."

Yaretzi shook her head, half in disbelief, half in a faint smile that suggested she was intrigued. "Alright then, ancient ghost wisdom it is." she muttered. "So what now?"

Without another word, Necalli scanned the cell, his gaze sharp, picking out every detail. His vision hadn't left him completely; it still lingered in his mind like a map. His fingers brushed over a stone that looked slightly out of place. He pressed down, feeling it give way ever so slightly, and suddenly there was a faint click.

Yaretzi's eyes widened as a section of the wall shifted, revealing a slim opening just big enough for him to slip through. "How did you know that was there?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Necalli didn't answer directly. "The first Black Panther understood every corner of this palace, and now, so do I."

He slipped through the narrow passage, the cold stone brushing against him as he moved quickly but carefully through the cramped space. He glanced back at his sister one last time before heading deeper.

"This might be the last time I see you for a while Yaretzi. Once I'm out of here there's no turning back until I can prove to father and the council what Klaue is doing. I promise I'll come back for you, for Dorado."

His sister could only nod, there weren't words for such a moment.

The tunnel was tight and damp, twisting through dark corridors behind the main structure of the palace. But every step felt guided, as if the first Black Panther himself were showing him the way. Necalli moved quietly, slipping past a few side tunnels that opened into larger chambers used for storage or palace security. He took turns by instinct, winding through the maze with a single goal in mind: the hidden chamber in his father's study. With any luck they'd have put his suit back there, he knew he'd need equipment to take down Klaue.

After what felt like an eternity, the passage opened into a shadowed corridor that led to the study. He crept forward, each footfall silent, until he reached the heavy, ornately carved door. Pressing his ear to it, he listened, nothing but the quiet hum of the palace, his father likely occupied elsewhere.

He slipped into the room and moved directly to the far wall, where he remembered the hidden mechanism his father had shown him before, and copied the movements he had done before feeling a soft rumble as a section of the wall shifted, revealing the entrance to the ancient chamber. Inside, suits of armor from past Black Panthers stood in silent rows.

He glanced at his suit, standing proud at the end of the long row of Panther's that stood before it. For a moment he felt himself reach out to grab it, but then his eyes caught with the oldest suit, the first Black Panther's suit.

Necalli reached for the suit, his hands reverent as he lifted the pieces and began to don them. As he fastened each part, a surge of strength washed over him, a sense of belonging that anchored his resolve. Fully dressed, he stood tall, feeling the weight of tradition settle upon his shoulders, the voices of his ancestors all but urging him forward.

He took a deep breath, his heart steady. The suit made for him would come later, that wasn't who he was yet. Their technology and shields had made Dorado complacent, afraid. It was time to return to the ways of the past.

He took a steadying breath and stepped out from the hidden chamber, crossing his father's study to escape out into the night. But just as he reached the window, a shadow moved in the doorway.

"Leaving so soon, my son?"

Necalli froze at the sound of his mother's voice. Citlali stepped into the dimly lit room, her expression unreadable, yet her gaze rested on him with a warmth that softened the tension in his chest.

"Mother..." Necalli began, uncertain. "I don’t expect you to understand, but I have to go. The council may not see the threat, but I can’t wait any longer. Outsiders are coming, and when they do we have to be ready to fight."

She looked at him, her eyes searching his face. Then, slowly, she nodded, her face softening with understanding. "The council's eyes may be clouded by fear, but a mother's eyes see clearly. I've known you were destined to wear that armor since you were just a little boy, even if your father tried to deny it."

Necalli's expression shifted from one of surprise to relief, but he still hesitated. "Father will be furious."

Citlali moved closer, reaching out to brush a hand over his shoulder, the ancient armor rough under her fingertips. "Let him be." she murmured, her voice steady. "Sometimes, our strength lies not in obeying but in following what we know to be right."

He looked at her, the gratitude plain in his eyes. "Thank you." he whispered, feeling a renewed strength surge within him. He hugged her for what could have been the last time in a long time.

With one last look at his mother, he turned to the window, ready to descend into the unknown, leaving behind the confinement of the palace and stepping fully into the legacy of the Black Panther.

"Go." she whispered. "Show them the true strength of Dorado."

And with that, Necalli leaped from the window, disappearing into the night.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Volume 1 - The Heir of Dorado

Yaretzi

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Necalli had rushed home and pushed through the heavy doors into his sister, Yaretzi's lab. He could instantly feel the hum of advanced technology surrounding him. The sleek, polished floors reflected the glow of various holographic displays that floated in midair, cycling through data faster than his eye could follow. Glass walls sectioned off different workstations, each filled with cutting edge equipment that looked like it belonged in a facility decades ahead of the outside world.

In one corner, a massive quantum computer whirred softly, its core emitting a faint, bluish glow as it processed vast amounts of information. Digital interfaces covered the walls, projecting detailed schematics and intricate 3D models that flickered and rotated with a simple wave of Yaretzi's hand. Drones hovered near the ceiling, quietly observing the various experiments in progress.

At the center of it all was Yaretzi, perched on a stool at her main workstation, surrounded by monitors displaying lines of code, chemical formulas, and real-time simulations. A holographic keyboard materialized as her fingers moved, each keystroke shifting data across the screens.

"Yaretzi" Necalli called, his voice breaking the soft mechanical hum. He was still in his Black Panther suit. His parents had known better than to hide anything from Yaretzi, despite her age she was by far the smartest of their children. It would only have been a matter of time before she figured out what was going on. Necalli took his mask off.

She glanced up from her work, her brow creased with focus. "Necalli? What are you doing here?" She spun on her chair to face him. "Before you ask, no I can't give you a brain transplant, despite how badly you need one." She grinned. Her brother was in no joking mood and she could feel this. He'd usually send a verbal jab back her way, but this time she was met with only awkward silence.

Without a word, he pulled out the encrypted tablet and the documents he had found on the mercenary leader. "I need your help. This is serious."

Yaretzi wiped her hands on her lab coat, rising from her chair and stepping closer to inspect what Necalli laid out on the workbench. Her eyes flickered over the files and the tablet with growing curiosity. "Where did you get this?"

"Mercenaries attacked the jungle. I stopped them, but their equipment, it's more advanced than anything I've seen. They were after Dorado."

Yaretzi’s fingers brushed over the tablet. "Did they say who sent them?"

Necalli shook his head. "I didn't exactly leave them in a 'chatty' mood after I was done with them. But look, this symbol" He said pointing at the claw stamp. "This is on almost all of the documents and some of their equipment had 'L. Corp.' printed on it. Does that mean anything to you?"

She blinked, clearly taken aback. "L. Corp? No, I've never heard of them."

Yaretzi turned to her computer, quickly plugging the tablet in and pulling up the files. The screen flashed with layers of encryption, but her fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating the maze of codes. "This is…sophisticated. Whoever they are, they're not just some low-level thug. They've got money and resources."

Necalli watched her work, his jaw tightening. "I figured as much. That's why I needed you. We have to know who we're dealing with."

Minutes passed as Yaretzi continued to crack through the layers of security. Finally, she managed to pull up some initial data, but the details were still fragmented. "It'll take more time to get through everything." she said. "This encryption is like nothing I've seen before."

Necalli's frustration grew. "We don’t have time. They'll be back, and next time, they’ll be stronger." He glanced over his shoulder. "Yaretzi, I’m afraid father won't be happy with the methods I used to get this information. I've gone against his orders, but I need to protect Dorado. When he finds out what I've done I might not be able to-"

Just as Necalli was about to finish, the door behind him burst open. His father, Moquihuix, stormed into the lab, his face dark with fury.

"You defied my orders!" Moquihuix's voice was like thunder. "I told you to deal with them silently, to leave them alive! And now you’ve endangered us all!"

Necalli spun to face him. "Father, I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. They were burning the jungle! They're close to finding Dorado! I had to act."

"You had no right!" Moquihuix's eyes blazed with anger. "You're not ready for this responsibility. Not ready to be Black Panther! You've compromised everything we've worked for!"

"I couldn't just sit back while the council debates in circles!" Necalli’s frustration boiled over. "We're running out of time! Everything we've worked for will be a pile of rubble if we let these savages find us!"

Before Necalli could say more, Moquihuix gestured to the guards behind him. "Take him to the holding cells."

Necalli's eyes widened. "What?!"

"You need to learn discipline." Moquihuix said coldly. "Until I decide otherwise, you'll stay there. Perhaps then you'll understand the weight of your actions."

The guards seized Necalli's arms, and despite his resistance, they led him away. Yaretzi watched in shock, unable to intervene, as her brother was dragged out of the lab and toward the underground cells.

As the heavy doors closed behind them, Necalli#s mind raced. He knew the danger Dorado faced was far greater than his father realized, and now, trapped in a cell, he was powerless to stop it.

Magic in the Park

Tentatively considering an application depending on if I can get a solid character in my head. Otherwise I’d just like to say I love the way you’ve written the OP it’s very captivating.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Volume 1 - The Heir of Dorado

New Suit, New Enemies

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Necalli stalked through the trees, stepping from branch to branch high above the jungle floor as his newly enhanced senses guided him quietly towards his prey. His new Black Panther suit he wore clung to his body like a second skin, its design masterfully crafted for stealth and agility. The matte black vibranium weave was so dark that it seemed to swallow the moonlight, rendering him almost invisible in the dense shadows of the jungle canopy.

Hints of vibranium shimmered subtly throughout the suit, woven into its very fabric. Shimmering purple accents traced in veins along his gauntlets, boots, and mask. The suit was more than just armor, it absorbed impacts with ease, redistributing kinetic energy to protect its wearer while maintaining Necalli's agility. The vibranium also reinforced the retractable claws in his gloves, which gleamed faintly under the light as they silently extended and retracted. Sharp enough to tear through metal, they lay dormant until needed, hidden in the folds of his fingers.

His belt carried compact smoke bombs, designed to vanish in an instant into a thick, suffocating mist, and poisoned darts crafted from bone, tipped with deadly venom. Necalli's spear, sheathed at his side in its collapsed form, was also made of vibranium. Its sharp edge gleamed with faint purple etchings, and its handle extended at a moment’s notice, transforming it into a deadly weapon capable of cutting through nearly anything.

The helmet, stylized after a sleek and fearsome panther, offered perfect visibility in the darkness. Its feline contours merged seamlessly with the suit, the vibranium reinforcing key areas without hindering his movements. The eyes of the mask glinted in the darkness, catching the faintest light as Necalli moved, with a simple tap it could change to Nightvision or Thermal. Not that Necalli needed it, the heart shaped herb had enhanced his eyesight to see in even almost pitch black.

Draped across his back was a thin, durable cloak, made from a fabric interwoven with vibranium fibers. It added a layer of protection while still being light and flexible, allowing Necalli to vanish into the environment at will, like a shadow fading into the night.

More reports of invaders had come in, and they were only increasing. Necalli had been surprised when he first confronted his father about them, but even more surprised when he was made privy to how often these events were happening. His orders as always, were to dissuade them from coming back, send them down a wrong path and scare them off hoping they wont come back.

Necalli thought it was all so pointless. They'd done this time and time again what would make this time any different?

As he neared the location they were spotted at, a concerning smell reached his nose. Smoke. Man made smoke. He picked up the pace, brushing past trees quickly as he began to see the clouds of black fumes rising up from the ground. What's worse was the sound of the hiss that caused it all. Flamethrowers. These savages weren't content with being turned around. They wanted Dorado, and if they couldn't find it through normal means then they'd burn the jungle down to find it.

Necalli felt a surge of rage pulsing through him as he clung to the tree. How long could this go on for? Would they allow these men to burn the whole jungle down to reach Dorado? And what then? Hope the shield holds up? By that point these soldiers will have taken their photos and Dorado would be revealed to the world anyway. It was time for action. Necalli could no longer stand idly by while his home was destroyed.

For a moment a faint glimmer of doubt took hold of his heart. Taking action without the permission of his father was tantamount to treason. He glanced across the burning jungle to a burnt tree, still somehow standing despite its base engulfed in climbing flames. On it crouched the first Black Panther, the man Necalli had seen watching him during his spirit journey. He had been having these hallucinations since then, seeing ghosts that weren't there. He took this as a sign. The first panther wouldn't stand for this, he would act.

He slid the spear from his belt and flicked his wrist, causing it to extend to its full length in his hand.

Necalli crouched low, watching from above as the mercenaries with flamethrowers moved through the undergrowth. His muscles coiled like a predator's, his spear vibrating faintly in his hand. The jungle crackled around them, consumed by flames that these men had set to flush out anything, and anyone hidden in the dense foliage.

Necalli's anger simmered beneath the surface, ready to explode. These invaders weren't just intruders; they were destroyers. And this time, words and warnings wouldn't be enough.

The first mercenary didn't even know what hit him. Necalli dropped silently from the trees, his suit absorbing the shock of the landing. In one fluid motion, his spear sliced through the man's throat, the body collapsing in a heap before he could let out a scream. His retractable claws flashed under the dying embers of the firelight as he dragged the body into the shadows before the others noticed.

The jungle swallowed the sound of the kill, but not for long. A flamethrower hissed in the distance as another mercenary swung around. "We got something!" he barked into his radio, noticing his comrade's blood trail leading deeper into the jungle. The roar of fire flared up again as he sprayed the surrounding trees, desperate to flush Necalli out.

Necalli crouched low and rolled forward, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the flame. The fire splashed against his suit, but it dissipated harmlessly as the vibranium weave almost all but neutralized the heat. He moved, a blur in the darkness, closing the distance between him and his next target.

Two more men appeared from his right, weapons raised, their flashlights cutting through the smoke and shadows. One of them shouted "There!" as he fired a burst of bullets in Necalli's direction.

Necalli twisted his body, gripping the end of his cape and swinging it around him as a shield. The vibranium infused fabric flared out around him, hardening upon impact with the bullets. The rounds slammed into the cloak, stopping dead in their tracks, the kinetic energy being absorbed harmlessly into the suit. As the fabric fluttered back into place, Necalli reappeared, his claws gleaming in the moonlight.

He sprinted forward, the movement so fast the men barely registered him as more than a blur. The first soldier swung his rifle, trying to get a shot, but Necalli was already upon him. His claws extended, slicing through the barrel of the rifle as he knocked it from the man's grip. Necalli brought his fist down, claws puncturing through the soldier’s chest plate, then spun, using the body as a shield against incoming fire from the second.

The remaining man panicked, spraying bullets wildly. Necalli flicked his wrist again, hurling the body of the fallen soldier forward, crashing into his comrade with a sickening thud. He followed the momentum, leaping into the air, his spear aimed with deadly precision. It pierced the first man's back straight through the second, pinning them both to the jungle floor.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the crackling of the fires around them.

Necalli's breath came steady. His suit pulsed faintly, redistributing the stored energy he had absorbed from the earlier attacks. The flamethrowers hissed in the background, the inferno threatening to consume everything. Necalli reached for his belt, tossing a compact smoke bomb at the remaining men who had been watching in horror as they swung their flamethrowers around to burn him. It exploded in a cloud of thick black mist, obscuring their vision completely.

Before they could react, Necalli was already inside the cloud.

One man screamed as claws tore across his chest. Another fired blindly, the muzzle flashes giving Necalli brief flashes of his desperate face. Necalli ducked low, then surged forward, his elbow slamming into the man's jaw with a satisfying crack. He dispatched the last with a fluid motion of his spear, the blade slicing clean through the flamethrower tank strapped to his back. The mercenary screamed, but it was too late, the equipment burst into flames, engulfing him in the fire he had unleashed on the jungle.

Necalli emerged from the smoke, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene. He crouched beside the fallen mercenaries, his enhanced senses picking up something strange amidst the scorched earth and scattered equipment. As he sifted through their belongings, he noticed a small, reinforced tactical pouch attached to the leader's belt. His eyes narrowed, it was too sophisticated for regular mercenary gear.

Carefully, he removed the pouch and inspected it. The material was heat resistant, designed to withstand extreme conditions, and the lock required a complex code to open. Necalli tapped into the technology integrated into his suit, scanning the lock with his mask. A faint, almost imperceptible pulse of energy disrupted the code, and the lock clicked open.

Inside, he found a set of encrypted documents and a compact tablet. The tablet's screen flickered on, revealing fragments of communication logs and schematics. Strange symbols and coded instructions jumped out at him, along with blurry coordinates that linked back to several key locations around Dorado. One logo caught his attention. A stylized claw, stamped repeatedly on the documents and interface.

He looked over some of the equipment around him. It was cutting edge technology for the outside world, largely unmarked, but some labeled with the cryptic initials L. Corp. Necalli's eyes narrowed. He didn’t recognize this name, or the claw symbol, but it was clear this wasn't a simple mercenary mission. Whoever sent these soldiers had deeper plans for Dorado than just exploration or looting.

Necalli pocketed the tablet and encrypted papers. Whoever was behind this operation had vast resources and ambition, and it was clear they weren't going to stop until they uncovered Dorado's secrets.

Necalli stood, the jungle crackling and smoldering around him. The hunt was far from over. His father would find out about his transgression, and no doubt he would be punished. But before that, he would take this evidence to his sister for research. Hopefully she could help him track whoever it was encroaching on their territory.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

@Sep, @DocTachyon, @Master Bruce was there an agreed current Director of SHIELD? Nick Fury or not there yet? Someone else?

@Roman

If I'm not mistaken I believe a female Nick Fury appears in, @mattmanganon's posts?

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

I’m tentatively considering joining depending on if I can get a character fleshed out enough in my head to commit to it. Being that it’s 2 weeks into the apocalypse how would you feel about a character from out of town who drifts into the neighbourhood at the start of the RP? I’d prefer to play a single character over a family.