Dblade26

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Only when I'm tagged or see injustice. Byrd Man, awaaaay!

@Byrd Man

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOO'S THE MAN IN THE SUIT!?"

"Well, right now it looks like...Bill Clinton"

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Right, that's another Moon Knight post done. This time one with him in action against a more human and personal opponent.

Fair warning, I think I kind of wrote this after being hospitalized last night and really needing something to vent my frustrations upon so it's probably terrible, overlong and melodramatic. But it was fun to write.

@BounceAlso I agree, Damian's in pretty great form and seems like a fun time! Keep up the good work!

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

_{There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the Moon howls.}

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One Short Flight Later,
Roxxon R&D Facility,
Abandoned Lot

Moon Knight had done several fly-bys of the area atop the Angelwing, his enhanced night vision and the Angelwing's own thermal sensors telling him that apart from a pair of guards set up at a little gate meant to deter 'rebellious' teens or kids there on a dare from going in, there were no enemies on the ground to worry about. Khonshu might radiate disappointment at the delay of punishing those even tangentially responsible for creating the lycanthropes, but it was good news for Moon Knight in Marc Spector's opinion. That meant the most difficult part of this job would be searching this big lot's every room and hidden nook and cranny until Moon Knight found either clues or the professor himself. A slow, methodical search and then Khonshu would have his justice, nice and neat.

Marc Spector should have known better, after all when the job seemed like it was too easy it probably was. A bolt of artificial lightning lashed at him from the darkness like the scourge of some angered night-demon. Moon Knight twisted and banked up, maneuvering the Angelwing to absorb the blast of electricity at the last second, though absorbing the sudden surge of power overloaded the glider's anti-gravity generators and sent it spiraling towards the ground with him attached. Thinking quickly, he unlocked his feet from the Angelwing and went flipping and spiraling away from it, his glider-cape deploying from the container at the back of his armor to slow and control his descent. Moon Knight glanced around for his attacker as he drifted downward, only to be slammed into heavily from above, the blow knocking the wind out of him as what sounded like blades shredded through his cape only to glance off of his carbonadium vestment. Fighting through pain and gasping for breath in midair, Moon Knight fired the crescent blade-tipped grapple lines mounted on his wrists into the wall of the old research lab and swung in through a third story window in a hail of glass.

The Lunar Legionnaire tumbled across the floor and slammed into a wall but was up and moving down the hall and away from the windows as soon as he hit, searching his surroundings before finding a corner to duck around. Blending with the darkness via his Shadow Walk, he peered around the corner and waited for his assailant to come and finish the job. Soon enough, a figure did indeed float in through the shattered window and touch down searching for him. As moonlight streamed down around the attacker through the window and revealed his face, Marc Spector cursed under his breath.

it was Simon Maddicks, a mercenary straight out of the Crescent Crusader's past life. Maddicks had always been an unstable monster-for-hire with standards so low they might as well have been subterranean, but the thought that he'd teamed up with someone willing to create literal monsters filled Marc Spector with a cold rage that thrummed with Khonshu's open approval. Slipping away and finding Milo was not an option. First Simon Maddicks must be made to suffer for his sins. Moon Knight threw his truncheon from around the corner such that it ricochet'd neatly off a lighting fixture in the ceiling above and clocked Maddicks straight across his unarmored mouth. Then he activated the magnetic recall feature so that it spun back and struck him again from the other side, sending him twisting back out the window.

Unfortunately for Moon Knight rather than taking a bone-shattering fall, Maddicks just hung floating in midair, stunned. Still willing to take advantage of the opening, Spector charged back down the hallway, catching and holstering his still moving truncheon before pivoting to leap atop the levitating mercenary. Maddicks recovered his senses and tried to fly away, but the split-second of weakness had lasted just long enough for the Crescent Crusader to wrap his arms around Maddicks and lock the arm joints of his armor in place, leaving them locked together face-to-cowl in a strange mid-air grapple. Maddicks regarded Moon Knight at first with shocked confusion, then a derisive snarl.

"What the hell are ya trying to do you idiot? Are ya gonnahug me to death?"

"No."

Moon Knight slammed his helmeted head into Maddicks' over and over again, and though Maddicks seemed to have gotten more durable than he had been in Spector's time, left bloodied and inconvenienced rather than unconscious as any normal man would be. Still, it seemed to be enough of a distraction that Maddicks' gravity-defying powers were weakened, as the two first lowered then plummeted toward the ground. The aerial combat was still Maddicks' domain however, and he was able to flip himself over at the last second so that Moon Knight took the brunt of their fall. The impact briefly overrode the suit's joint-locks and Maddicks dusted himself off, bloodied and bruised but still smirking.

At least until a stun grenade detonated at the mercenary's feet with an explosive bang and a brilliant flash of light. Maddicks tried to take to the air again in order to avoid reprisal only to find himself still earth-bound, with the Fist of Khonshu standing before him once more despite taking the brunt of a fall that could kill most men.

"Simon Maddicks, Khonshu's judgement is upon you."

Maddicks looked unnerved by the sudden loss of his flight powers, unaware that Moon Knight had deduced that he was partially powered by anti-gravity technology that was the stolen property of SpectreCorp. The barrage of headbutts had been nothing more than a distraction while his opponent had sent out the emergency override signal that he built into all of his company's work. Despite mysteriously losing his powers, the killer-for-hire quickly covered up his fear with more bluster and bravado.

"Look freak, I don't know who the hell you are or what your Conch-whatever is but even without flight powers it's gonna take a lot more than loony in black-and-white pajamas to take down Killer Shrike!" The light of the moon shone down on the two costumed men, each poised to end the battle with their next move.

Though the two were too close for energy blasts Shrike's punch backed up his words, not only much faster and more powerful than he could have managed in the old days but charged with electrical energy. But Moon Knight's superior training allowed him to intercept the force of that punch just behind the blades and redirect it into a shoulder throw in time, running off of pure honed reflex. Before Maddicks could recover from his surprise Moon Knight had already drawn his truncheon and jabbed it into Shrike's body to unleash an electric shock of his own. The resulting current caused Shrike's bladed braces to overload in an even bigger jolt and a sizzle of smoke as Shrike writhed and screamed but the Fist of Khonshu wasn't done. He hauled the killer up by his ridiculous plume and threw him into the nearby wall, cracking and denting it.

Shrike, the Butcher Bird. A fitting name given the man's past Khonshu whispered Let us see how he enjoys being butchered.

As Shrike struggled to stand Moon Knight threw a pair of crescent blades, impaling both of his hands and pinning them to the wall. As Shrike shrieked in pain Moon Knight raised another blade, carved a bloody crescent moon into Shrike's howling face then raised it up gleaming silver and red in the moonlight.

"Simon Maddicks, you have ravaged peaceful lands, grown prosperous on the lamentations of women and children, piled up the corpses of the innocent in stacks and hills and watched them burn without a care! Your heart is blackened and weighed down by the sheer volume of your sins! I should cut it out and show it to you-

"NO, GOD PLEASE NO!"

Moon Knight's blade made the plunge as Shrike wailed in fear and pain but froze with the tip over the man's chest. His arm quivered, strained, then moved back.

No Khonshu, I will not cross that line. Not again.

"-but since I am a just man I won't. Instead your sins will be purged through pain...and through truth." Shrike shuddered and began weeping with relief.

Marc Spector doubted he would have problems finding Milo now.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

By the way, while I have it in mind and I'm still clinging to consciousness, could I actually do that 'partially reverse-engineered Thanagarian tech/Nth metal' idea?

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 18:50-19:15|~
~|Khan, Prisoner Complex (Aurek)|~

As they moved out of the Medical bay Khan had moved to cover up Navi's scuttling along while they transferred to the dining commons area, knowing that the droid was fairly invaluable as a source of information for them if they could understand him and get his cooperation. He also quickly scooped the little droid up and hid him first with his own body and then under their own section of benches, hoping that the person Navi had bumped into wouldn't give the droid's presence away with their reaction.

"Shh, careful! We can try and get someone who knows what you're saying to listen to you but not if you get caught!"

With that he mostly tried to focus on the food in front of him, rather than the fact that Nazca had been taken away to who knew where to have who knew what done to her and his talk with Jayda had probably gotten her in big trouble with her master. He had to admit, the food would probably be kind of lousy under normal circumstances but as hungry as he was it didn't really matter. He ate slowly but nervously, assuming that something might happen that could potentially deprive him of food later but wanting to get what enjoyment and distraction he could out of the meal. He tried to scan the room as he did and read the people in it, but hunger and his own worries distracted him from figuring things out too much. That said, he was beginning to really come to terms with being imprisoned now and more importantly with the reality that they might not escape.

The whole thing made him incredibly frustrated coupled with all the suffering the Sith had already heaped on both himself and the galaxy, and he was almost tempted to just take some of the food he was eating and chuck it at the nearest Sith as an act of protest if it weren't for the fact that he was honestly too scared of the consequences of doing it. Though that said, it would make a good distraction if any of the Sith came too close to finding Navi, so he kept it in mind and kept a little extra food on hand.

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EDIT:

After having read all the posts I missed I have this to add

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I rarely like things IC. D: If I did I'd just have to click the like button for every post and then I'd get bored with it and stop. Lol. So don't take it personally on my end.

@Blue Demon

haha, I wasn't asking for actual likes since those are nice but don't matter that much, I just wanted feedback as to whether I was doing a sucky job with Moon Knight. But am I supposed to take this as 'I actually liked your stuff' because if so thanks! If not no big deal unless you want to give feedback.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

It's mostly been werewolves and vampires later maybe. But yeah given his supernatural origin story and ties and the fact that he started out as a monster hunter as much as a vigilante I wanted to throw some more mystical stuff in there to give him stuff to do to separate him from Batman, Daredevil and Punisher since he's most often compared to them.

His non-crazy street level days were usually more of a send-up/homage to the Shadow than they were intentional Batman-clone stories, so I'm trying to go a little bit for that feel too, though thankfully Wraith's built in a bit of an explanation for the similarities too.

Anyways I'm glad at least one person likes my stuff so far.

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Needz more dragonz, bro.

@Kingfisher

Thanks for your contribution, how's life in 2008?

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I do wonder, should I just have gone with making Moon Knight a full-on crazy murderhobo who just happens to be a master of disguise rather than 'Basically The Shadow but with better tech and maybe a god in his head?'

It would probably have fit better with contemporary depictions of the character that mostly focus on the craziness and violence aspects, and it might've been equally entertaining...

I'm not sure.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Moon Knight

Name: Marc Spector AKA Moon Knight AKA too many aliases to list

Alignment: Sees himself as Lawful Good. Others may disagree.

Affiliation: Currently None

History:

Marc Spector had often felt like the only thing he was good for was hitting people. He'd started developing that particular talent as a young, first on the streets and then in some less-than-legal prize-fighting rings. With his fists and pent up rage coupled with sheer bloody-minded determination he was able to pull himself and his brother Rand up out of poverty. It was in that same state of mind that he signed up for the Marines as soon as he was legally able, since the military would at least let him keep fighting people for money without worrying about a raid from the cops cutting his brother off from his only means of financial support.

Spector found that he took to war zones and conflict like a natural and he wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Within two years he'd been scouted by the CIA and retrained as a field operative, traveling the world at the behest of the government wherever the danger and intrigue was thickest. It was good work if not particularly honest and Marc was considered one of the agency's best and brightest. He was even able to strike up a real if covert relationship with a fellow operative by the name of Lisa with whom he regularly worked. In a life that had mostly been made up of drifting aimlessly from one fight to the next, it was about as close to stable and happy as Marc Spector had gotten.

That all changed on a mission where Marc and Lisa were tasked with tracking down the leader of a massive arms trafficking organization hiding out in Italy. To Marc's shock, the arms dealer they were after was revealed to be his brother Rand who had turned to crime in his long absence. Taking advantage of Marc's hesitation Rand was able to kill Lisa with a hatchet and escape. Enraged by his lover's death and his brother's corruption, Marc hunted Rand for four days before blowing him up with a hand grenade and leaving him for dead. Overcome by the loss of both of the people he cared most about, he resigned from the intelligence community and turned his skills and considerable personal traumas to mercenary work.


Perhaps he wanted to die or maybe just keep fighting until the world hurt as much as he did, but whatever his motivations Marc Spector threw himself into every warzone, brush-fire conflict, and insurgency he could possibly get involved in, the more danger the better. He was rescued from himself by an unlikely companion, fellow mercenary Paul-Jean DuChamp, or "Frenchie" as Marc soon began calling him. Frenchie insisted on befriending Spector and keeping him alive despite his death-wish and in time the two became the closest of friends and partners for life. Together they survived numerous battlefields and with a little bit of wise investing, Marc became one very rich mercenary though he continued on in further pursuit of the almighty dollar and out of friendship to DuChamp. Another short if influential friendship came in the form of a younger mercenary, actually a traveling Bruce Wayne seeking to learn unconventional warfare tactics. Though Marc rejected him at first, the young man proved his worth over time and Marc and Frenchie began teaching him the ways of guerilla war. Ultimately Bruce even took a bullet meant for Spector during a particularly dangerous ambush, not only cementing their bond but somewhat reigniting Spector's belief in honest altruism and sacrifice. The two patched up their wounds and Marc even offered Bruce a permanent stake in their band, but the younger man turned him down and they amiably parted ways. It was shortly after this that Marc took the job that would change him forever.

Marc stayed in Egypt to sign on to the larger crew of Raoul Bushman, a much more violent mercenary who killed for the fun of it as much for the money, though he paid incredibly well. Unfortunately for Marc, Bushman had his eyes set on plundering a recently uncovered temple to the ancient Egyptian god Khonshu. He began threatening and killing the archaeological dig site's crew and Spector stepped in to defend them. This didn't turn out particularly well for him as it ended with Bushman defeating Spector and leaving him to die at the collapsing altar of the ancient moon god. As he passed into death, Marc Spector received a vision of Khonshu that told him if he accepted an offer to become the god's champion he would resurrect him and make him more than he was. Marc accepted and awoke to find that he was able to escape the collapsed temple, then took revenge on Bushman and saw him imprisoned.

Feeling a new-found sense of purpose as Khonshu whispered words of justice and vengeance to come in his ear, Marc Spector returned to New York and established an identity as wealthy financier, philanthropist and defense contractor Steven Grant using his invested wealth as a mercenary and the treasures of Khonshu to finance a one-man crusade in the name of his new God, with Duchamp along as his pilot and 'bodyguard'. He had become a ghost of the moon, a specter of vengeance raised by Khonshu, the Moon Knight! He also went about establishing numerous other identities, all to serve the god for whom he functioned as an avatar, though in truth all of this may just be a delusion caused by a horrible life and being temporarily dead and he tends to lose himself in the roles he occupies.

Supporting Cast:

Allies

Jean-Paul DuChamp AKA "Frenchie": Moon Knight's best friend, Steven Grant's bodyguard and the pilot of the Mooncopter.

Buck Lime: A former SHIELD tech turned developer for Steven Grant's Spectrecorp, he also designs much of Moon Knight's equipment.

Marlene Alruane: The daughter of the archaeologist killed by Bushman in the temple of Khonshu, Marlene occasionally assists Moon Knight with his operations after he saved her from Bushman in Egypt. Moon Knight and Frenchie have since trained her into a competent hand to hand combatant and skilled markswoman at her request.

Amos Lardner: A contact from Marc's days as a CIA operative, Amos serves as Moon Knight's source for the general buzz in the espionage and intelligence community.

Jeff Wilde-The young teenage son of former masked thief and Moon Knight rogue The Midnight Man. Moon Knight has been looking out for Jeff out of guilt for accidentally killing his father during their last battle. Jeff was taught many of the secrets and skills of the previous Midnight Man and occasionally wants to be of use to Moon Knight but does not know the role the vigilante played in his father's death.

Villains

Will be introducing these as I go IC.

How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?: Well mostly I want to write Moon Knight with some level of internal consistency besides connection with Khonshu and multiple personalities unlike the wildly varying comics version whose gone from a former merc trying to fight crime who got a little too involved with his alternate identities to...well, a wide variety of things all of them crazy. Here he's a crusading Avatar of Khonshu, but he's also doing this to try and atone for his life of killing and bloodshed as a mercenary and intelligence operative as he was in earlier comics. Basically he's similar to normal Moon Knight but just a little more sane and in control at this point and his character development will hopefully take some new and interesting directions.

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