El Gato Naranja

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom

Angstrom Deep Vault
Northern Sweden

The meeting he had with Valeria Richards and Ilyanna Rasputin had gone without much incident. He now knew that one of the Ultimates was, in fact, a mole for some kind of resistance that sought to return this world to the way it was during the days of the first heroes. That, he could respects; Baldur even contemplated aiding them, but his own resources were rather tight right now. All he still had after the forty years that passed after the Dark Phoenix crisis was whatever was inside the Angstrom Deep Vault when he and his followers went into stasis sleep. The rest was either obliterated by the Dark Phoenix and subsequent alien invasions, or was nationalized by the Swedish government, and then by the United Empire as he had been presumed dead along with the rest of the Angstroms. It would have been a good idea to leave it to someone trustworthy, but alas... what is the point of making a will if the world was going to end?

After a few minutes of walking, Baldur finally arrived on his destination. It was nearly unmarked, a place marked only by a lone lamppost standing in the middle of the great forest. It wasn't the lamppost he was interested in, though. It was what is under it.

Baldur knelt down, and clicked several buttons on the base of the lamppost. A small hiss emanated from the post... and a door emerged from the forest floor, with another set of buttons for typing in the access code.

---

"Hello sir, you're back. You found what you were looking for?"

"Yeah, Lukas." Baldur handed Lukas, one of his chief scientists and the guy that helped him replicate Hank Pym's shrinking technology, a small bag containing at least a dozen stasis orbs, all of which had highly advanced technologies kept in suspended animation. "I met a few people on the way, though."

"Oh?" Lukas' interest was piqued. "Which ones?"

"Well," Baldur shrugged. "There was Valeria Richards."

"One of the Ultimates? How did it go? Odd that you haven't sustained any battle damage-"

"She's friendly, don't worry about it," Baldur stepped off from the aptly named Warspite armor, leaving his normal clothes on. "Apparently there is a resistance against the United Empire, and she's part of them. At least, that was the vibe I got. She mentioned that 'some of us are fighting for a better day'. If that isn't a Rebel Alliance, against the empire I don't know what is."

Lukas rolled his eyes at the Star Wars reference. "Well, I guess that's a good thing. But you have to remember that in this bunker, we have 300 people that we have to protect, especially the mutants like myself."

"I know... You know I'll never let anything happen to you."

"Thank you sir."

"Just call me Baldur, it's not like we're really a corporation anymore."

Lukas shrugged, his expression totally unsurprised. "Okay, whatever. Baldur. Uh. Baldur? You okay?"

Baldur stared into the nothingness, as if he was daydreaming. Try as he might, but Lukas wouldn't be able to call his attention. Not while Baldur was seeing visions of the future, a voice similar to his own screeching into his mind.

He witnessed the end of the world, of civilization as we knew it. Nuclear weapons rained down upon the cities of humanity, killing billions upon billions. Legions of Sentinels stood in serried ranks, while Oscorp and Stark drones were scouring the ruins in search of survivors that might have evaded the radioactive blasts that made much of the planet uninhabitable. Mutantkind and humanity stood united, but what could they do against such a horrifying intelligence, a cold, calculating artificial mind that sought to wipe out all life not just on this world, but in the whole known universe.

Strangely enough, Angstrom Defense Drones were not in the visions of the ruins of Earth. Perhaps this was because they were of older make, linked only through human minds? Maybe they were immune to the depredations of an evil AI?

"Seek out the others, seek out the Mutant Underground. You must prepare. The United Empire is simply a pawn of KIVA. Destroy KIVA before she ends this world!"

"Sir!" Baldur was shook to wakefulness by Lukas, who looked quite worried. "You good, Baldy?"

Had he not gotten a vision of the future, he would have irritably commented on how he had a full head of hair, but Baldur was too shaken to care about the nickname. "I have to go."

"What? You just got here-"

"Take care of everyone," Baldur instructed as he stepped back into the armor and scooped several stasis orbs from a nearby shelf. "I'll be back soon."

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

She was no killer, she was not like the others. The people that Abby killed were all accidents. But then again she was still a murderer, even if it was an accident she still took a person’s life. Running over towards the elevator, once the way was clear by her group. ”We wait for the others, I’m not gonna leave anyone behind.” She said to Körbl, holding the door for the others to join her.

Frostbite quickly flew in from the hallway, his path trailing with a cold aftermath of frost and snow. The Phoenix's eyes didn't blink at the grisly sights to both his left and right; perhaps this is because he was a creature of such primordial age, existing since before civilization had even risen in the earliest cradles of humanity. Short lived human lives were just numbers to it by now, the comprehension of the Frostbite and its brethren far beyond the ken of mere mortals. However, with those it chooses, to the men and women that he and the rest of the kind dare bind themselves to, they achieve an eternal mutual understanding, an intertwining of thoughts and emotions so deep that they could be said to be one being with two minds. The rest of those that stood in the way of the Frost Phoenix's freedom, however, will be made into history, though their names will be forgotten in the next centuries.

"Before you ask, no, I'm not reverting. Not yet," Frostbite simply said as he folded his cold wings closer to his icy body the same way any other bird would. "Now where are the rest? If a league of superheroes come here before we can scatter into the four winds of the Earth, we're screwed."

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal - Hyperdrive

...plus we've got Frost on telepathic defense keeping us extra guarded for the time being that's the closest we'll get to absolute safety in the big apple. But we need to maintain a low profile especially with the beat down you gave Venom & all the Sentinels they got deployed." Scott concluded as Milo took a sharp right and pulled into the cargo bay of the safehouse getting the team home safely.

Ganni quietly got down from the hovercar, pulling the gas mask from his head. He wasn't looking his best today, especially after the nerve wracking chase that they just had with Sentinels and Ultimates. He was always told that they had to keep a low profile, lay low, ensure that the Mutant Response Division and their big wigs in the Ultimates were looking at the other way when the Underground was doing something important. This altercation, however, certainly wasn't subtle. It was the complete opposite of subtle. It was loud, and told the world that mutants were still out there, free of the damning laws that the United Empire had enforced upon the entire planet. And that a simple mutant freak was able to defeat Venom in single combat.

"Ganni, hey." Ganymede turned towards a familiar voice, a sister from another mother. It was Ophelia, another mutant whose power was small scale precognition. She probably already knew he and the team were going to be here five seconds prior to their arrival, but anyway, she was by no means a fighter.

"What did you do this time?" Ophelia asked, giving Ganni a tight hug as she was quite worried. "The news is buzzing about Venom being blasted with quite a few collateral deaths along the way. Oh, and the Sentinels were chasing you around, too?"

"Don't worry about it," Ganni shrugged, walking alongside her towards the safehouse itself. "Milo wrecked Venom's face. Speaking of which..."

The now maskless Ganni wheeled around and waved at Milo, a frown visible. "Don't do that again," he hissed at the much taller Mutant. "We know that Venom is vulnerable to fire, but you just had to give the black goo's a test drive before blasting it with fire? I just-, ugh. We dawdled for a little too long there, if you know what I mean."

Ophelia whispered at Milo, not bothering to attempt hiding what she was saying from Ganni. "He's worried about your safety."

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal - Hyperdrive

“Shit Shit shit someone take the wheel I need to start firing back at them, Milo’s tapped out and that plasma rifle Logan has isn’t going to be enough! Ganni can you portal them away?! IF they call more back-up it’s a wrap.” Scott bellowed as he was doing his best to focus on the road clutching the wheel and pressing down on the gas to allow the hover-craft to move faster & fast to escape the killer robot mutant trio that was gaining on them rapidly.

"I believe I can, but I could also portal us out," Ganni answered with one of those little shrugs of his. He was pretty obedient, though, and it was clear that they needed to take down the Sentinels chasing them before they could effectively leave. "Best it could do is redirect them for a short while."

Ganni then turned around, facing the rear of their hovercar to see the three death robots in hot pursuit. "Milo, take the wheel, you're the one that is out of powers to shoot out. Now…"

Hyperdrive began to focus, taking in another whiff of the smoke within his gas mask to soothe his mind. Creating these bridges through space was no easy feat, and if he messed up, it could lead right inside a wall. This time, though, that won't be a mess up, but an intentional deviation.

Another portal roared open in front of the Sentinels, too close for them to divert their path away from the waiting concrete street on the other side. They would most certainly slam right into it, their current speed and trajectory offering little room to make any turns sharp or quick enough to avoid impact.

"I doubt that's going to be the last of them," Ganni said, turning his attention away from the portal he lured the Sentinels into. "They know you're here, and the MRD will spend every last resource in trying to kill you, Scott."

---

Baldur Angstrom

Department of Damage Control Warehouse
Somewhere near New York

A larger disc appeared a heartbeat later, Illyana stepping immediately through it to began her observation of the shitstorm that was about to head Power Armor's way.

When the response force from Damage Control arrived at the Curator's position, he was already shrinking some of the relics that were the reason he was here to begin with. All the technology and devices built by Angstrom Defense; a plethora of stasis pods, shrunken attack drones inside small, pocket sized containers, cryogenic weapons, and several arc reactors that were believed to be made using stolen blueprints. Either way, Baldur wasn't exactly on his own either; once the Damage Control troops got within the same room as he was, they were immediately assailed by floating drones armed with sonic and energy blasters, whose shooting patterns were more geared towards deterrence than causing casualties.

"These belong to me," Baldur Angstrom told them as they hid behind cover. "I sleep for forty years, and when I awake, this is what the world has become? Shame on you all."

Baldur turned around, finally facing the doorway, clutching another stasis orb in his hand. Other drones were scanning the boxes, looking for his company's tech. Most were turning up with empty results, but that was to be expected when a long time had already passed.

The orb flew, detonating to reveal a pair of tiny old junkyard cars, which were immediately enlarged to their normal size to serve as massive projectiles to block the entrance.

Either way, it was pretty clear that he cares not what they send, just that he gets what he wants from this section of the warehouse.

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal - Hyperdrive

"What did I tell you about pacing yourself with all the powers that you have gathered?" Ganni hissed as Milo told them that he was tapped out, though less out of anger and more of because of concern. They had a cohort of pissed off MRD agents, the police, Venom, and maybe another Ultimate coming in, and there were just the two of them for mutants in here. The Bloods could not be relied on to cover their escape, as those gangs were utterly self absorbed, just like any other group of organized crime in this cesspool of a city. Right now, Milo and Ganni were alone, outgunned, outnumbered, and for the most part, outmatched.

"Screw it, here comes nothing." Ganni focused, moving his right hand in a circular motion in order to open a crack in the fabric of space. The portal yawned open like a glimmering purple mouth, a low humming noise coming out of it. One might have thought it was leading right into another dimension, perhaps a neighboring universe in the multiverse, but any esoteric motions would soon be banished by what came next. A vast deluge of seawater came in from the other side of the portal that was visibly glowing under the waters near the docks. The ensuing flood crashed against the police cruisers and MRD vehicles from above, drenching their section of the docks with salty water and some fish. That water wasn't exactly clean, either, and anyone with open wounds might get a nasty infection from all the filth that floated in a waterway so close to the big city.

"Hold on," Ganni said, clutching Milo's shoulder with his left hand while he began opening another portal. He could be heard deeply inhaling, a sure sign that he was going to open a long distance bridge, and he needed the smoke mixture to be able to clearly focus on his destination.

The portal began to open, and the other open portal with the flood coming out of it should serve as an ample distraction, if only for a few more moments...

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom

Department of Damage Control Warehouse
Somewhere near New York

It was pretty quiet around the warehouse. Guards patrolling the outskirts of the storage area were rather relaxed, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, a this moment at least. There was news of an engagement between the Mutant Response Division and some mutants in the docks down in New York City, but other than that, there wasn't much to be alerted by. The latest sweeps had revealed nothing of note, and work continued as normal. It was just like any other day; another day of cataloguing and classifying the artifacts taken from the ruins of battlefields wrought into being by warring empowered forces. Perhaps superheroes of the Ultimates, if they were truly heroes, had handily crushed some upstart villain with petty ambitions to take over. Or some wielders of magic had been seized, their trinkets and books taken in.

At a certain section of the warehouse, though, were numerous stasis pods, cryogenic weapons, and all sorts of advanced technology that would initially seem to be the progeny of Stark or Pym Industries. These were, however, not built by those titanic enterprises; instead, these were products of Angstrom Defense. This company, operating out of Sweden, had been completely destroyed forty years earlier by Jean Grey's global rampage as the Dark Phoenix. All of their factories, save for a single one, had been known to have been obliterated. The sole surviving facility, bereft of what would be a presumably slaughtered leadership, was turned over the Department of Damage Control, all of its product given over to that venture between Stark and the government.

Or so they thought.

---

"Sir, this is a restricted area. A civilian shouldn't be out here. How did you even get here?"

Baldur Angstrom stood there, unamused. It has been forty years since he first went into that stasis pod, and a few months since he woke up. During those several months of wakefulness, he had learned that one of his company's production facilities survived, only to be nationalized by the government. That was to be expected when he disappeared in the middle of what could easily have been the apocalypse. But now... he wants his property back.

"It stands to reason that some of my property has been interred there for the last forty years," the scrawny man with a rather suspicious suitcase said. "Now, if you could simply escort me inside and let me get what's mine..."

Right, that's not going to work. Not when Baldur wanted to keep his identity secret, as he was known to have been married to a mutant woman all those years ago. His mutant son and wife, both of whom are long dead because of another mutant's rampage, would be murdered all the same in this day and age.

"Sir. You should leave."

Baldur sighed. "Oh well..." he quietly muttered. "I tried, at least..."

A pair of golden beams of energy streamed out from wristworn devices under his sleeves, licking the weapons of the two guards and turning them into tiny toy guns. Shocked and surprised, they fell back, only to be snatched away by a pair of drones that seemingly came out of their guns.

Baldur then took a stasis orb out of his pocket, hurling it upward. The ball of plastic split in half, and out came at least a dozen attack drones, their design suspiciously close to that of Stark Industries. Were these just copied from existing machines?

Quietly, he then placed the suitcase on to the ground, which quickly began to turn into a suit of armor, covering his otherwise completely human body. It came with a robe, too. Baldur really liked those.

"It's time," Baldur muttered, his cohort of drones following him into the warehouse doors, which he would immediately shrink down and plop down to the ground with those same wrist drawn beams. He wants his property back, and has no time to be nice about it.

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom aka the Curator

Name: Baldur Angstrom
Codename: The Curator
Age: 33 (chronologically 73 due to stasis)
Gender: A Man
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 57 kg
Ethnicity: Nordic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Lutheran (Church of Sweden)
Occupation: Chief Executive Officer of Angstrom Defense. Whatever remains of it, anyway.

Powers/Abilities:

Inorganic Molecular Compression/Expansion: Curator is able to manipulate the molecular bonds of inorganic objects to shrink or enlarge them in a manner similar to Hank Pym's shrinking technology, though it seems this cannot affect living creatures. This is accomplished by a wrist-mounted shrink ray device.

Stasis Orbs: A small, handheld device that bears great resemblance to a Poké Ball from the popular video and TV series, Pokémon. It is here that he stores the drones, weapons, and other mundane objects that he might use for offensive and defensive action. When activated, the orb will split in half and enlarge all the objects that were stored within, bringing them into the fray of battle.

The capacity of each orb varies between objects, but there would be no less than a dozen attack drones or a pair of cars inside at any given time.

Warspite Armor: A suit of powered armor that may or may not be based off stolen blueprints. It possesses jetpacks, the durability to take on lower grade explosives, and advanced HUD system. It lacks the hand blasters that Tony Stark's suits used, but makes up for it with the shrinking rays and drones stored in stasis orbs.

It can be deployed with a suitcase, like Iron Man's Mark V armor.

Background: Baldur Angstrom, named after the Norse god of joy and light, was born as the heir of the Swedish weapons company, Angstrom Defense. It was nowhere the size of the likes of Hammer or Stark Industries, but it still advanced technology in many areas, especially on stasis and cryogenics. Baldur, being the eldest son of three, was fully expected to be the one to take the reins after his ageing father, Felix, passed on to the next life. It was a lot of pressure that only increased as the years went on and on, so Baldur tried to occupy his own mind by spending time on research that might aid the company. Problem was, he wasn't too original when it came to ideas. Not at that time, at least.

When Antman and the Wasp appeared in the news as being able to shrink and enlarge at will, Baldur's attention and interest was piqued. What if they could use something like that? They could save so much space and money if they could place their drones in a small container and enlarge them upon release.

Coming to the obvious conclusion that the technology of shrinking was based on molecular bonds, Baldur began to experiment. He never attempted it on live subjects, as it wasn't his intention to put people on a box, or hide an army under a table. No. Angstrom Defense makes drones, and if they could get a way of easy transportation, then imagine all the buyers that will come their way!

It took nearly a decade of constant trial and error to get it right, but Baldur created a shrink ray that could manipulate the sizes of inorganic objects. It came a tad bit too late, however, as the Dark Phoenix crisis had just begun. Baldur's entire family were killed as Jean Grey rampaged throughout the globe, leaving him alone and bitter. Her rage also obliterated nearly all of the facilities that Angstrom Defense held, leaving only the vaults that were hidden in the forests of northern Sweden. Then Jean Grey was seemingly defeated, and for a few weeks, it might have seemed that Earth could breath a sigh of relief.

But that was not to last. Legions of vengeful aliens came, angry that their worlds had been destroyed by a Terran host to the Phoenix Force. At that point, Baldur was convinced that the world was nearing its end, so he directed the remaining employees and their families to be placed in cryogenic stasis in the underground vault to ride out the apocalypse that would soon come.

It did come in its own way. While the world was subjugated under a dystopian, mutant hating regime, Baldur Angstrom and his employees slept. They weren't supposed to awaken before 300 years had passed, but alas, they were roused from their slumber when the computer systems of the vault detected that the surface of the Earth were completely livable after 40 years.

And so Baldur awoke to a world that had changed greatly. He expected it to be destroyed, its whole surface razed to ash, but that wasn't the case. Instead of a wasteland, he was greeted by an evil government that would have certainly had his son murdered for existing, since he was a mutant.

He knows not what to do. From the stasis vaults of Angstrom Defense were 300 men, women, and children, a few of whom were mutants. Baldur would never turn any of them in, and he vowed to protect them from a world that wishes them dead. As such, while the Empire is busy prosecuting its war against mutants, Baldur Angstrom steals many things from under their noses, attempting to learn what manner of monstrosities they may have created.

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom aka the Curator

Name: Baldur Angstrom
Codename: The Curator
Age: 33 (chronologically 73 due to stasis)
Gender: A Man
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 57 kg
Ethnicity: Nordic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Lutheran (Church of Sweden)
Occupation: Chief Executive Officer of Angstrom Defense. Whatever remains of it, anyway.

Powers/Abilities:

Inorganic Molecular Compression/Expansion: Curator is able to manipulate the molecular bonds of inorganic objects to shrink or enlarge them in a manner similar to Hank Pym's shrinking technology, though it seems this cannot affect living creatures. This is accomplished by a wrist-mounted shrink ray device.

Stasis Orbs: A small, handheld device that bears great resemblance to a Poké Ball from the popular video and TV series, Pokémon. It is here that he stores the drones, weapons, and other mundane objects that he might use for offensive and defensive action. When activated, the orb will split in half and enlarge all the objects that were stored within, bringing them into the fray of battle.

The capacity of each orb varies between objects, but there would be no less than a dozen attack drones or a pair of cars inside at any given time.

Warspite Armor: A suit of powered armor that may or may not be based off stolen blueprints. It possesses jetpacks, the durability to take on lower grade explosives, and advanced HUD system. It lacks the hand blasters that Tony Stark's suits used, but makes up for it with the shrinking rays and drones stored in stasis orbs.

It can be deployed with a suitcase, like Iron Man's Mark V armor.

Background: Baldur Angstrom, named after the Norse god of joy and light, was born as the heir of the Swedish weapons company, Angstrom Defense. It was nowhere the size of the likes of Hammer or Stark Industries, but it still advanced technology in many areas, especially on stasis and cryogenics. Baldur, being the eldest son of three, was fully expected to be the one to take the reins after his ageing father, Felix, passed on to the next life. It was a lot of pressure that only increased as the years went on and on, so Baldur tried to occupy his own mind by spending time on research that might aid the company. Problem was, he wasn't too original when it came to ideas. Not at that time, at least.

When Antman and the Wasp appeared in the news as being able to shrink and enlarge at will, Baldur's attention and interest was piqued. What if they could use something like that? They could save so much space and money if they could place their drones in a small container and enlarge them upon release.

Coming to the obvious conclusion that the technology of shrinking was based on molecular bonds, Baldur began to experiment. He never attempted it on live subjects, as it wasn't his intention to put people on a box, or hide an army under a table. No. Angstrom Defense makes drones, and if they could get a way of easy transportation, then imagine all the buyers that will come their way!

It took nearly a decade of constant trial and error to get it right, but Baldur created a shrink ray that could manipulate the sizes of inorganic objects. It came a tad bit too late, however, as the Dark Phoenix crisis had just begun. Baldur's entire family were killed as Jean Grey rampaged throughout the globe, leaving him alone and bitter. Her rage also obliterated nearly all of the facilities that Angstrom Defense held, leaving only the vaults that were hidden in the forests of northern Sweden. Then Jean Grey was seemingly defeated, and for a few weeks, it might have seemed that Earth could breath a sigh of relief.

But that was not to last. Legions of vengeful aliens came, angry that their worlds had been destroyed by a Terran host to the Phoenix Force. At that point, Baldur was convinced that the world was nearing its end, so he directed the remaining employees and their families to be placed in cryogenic stasis in the underground vault to ride out the apocalypse that would soon come.

It did come in its own way. While the world was subjugated under a dystopian, mutant hating regime, Baldur Angstrom and his employees slept. They weren't supposed to awaken before 300 years had passed, but alas, they were roused from their slumber when the computer systems of the vault detected that the surface of the Earth were completely livable after 40 years.

And so Baldur awoke to a world that had changed greatly. He expected it to be destroyed, its whole surface razed to ash, but that wasn't the case. Instead of a wasteland, he was greeted by an evil government that would have certainly had his son murdered for existing, since he was a mutant.

He knows not what to do. From the stasis vaults of Angstrom Defense were 300 men, women, and children, a few of whom were mutants. Baldur would never turn any of them in, and he vowed to protect them from a world that wishes them dead. As such, while the Empire is busy prosecuting its war against mutants, Baldur Angstrom steals many things from under their noses, attempting to learn what manner of monstrosities they may have created.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

As soon as Kailani went towards the direction of the cell blocks that held Arc Dragon and the rest of their still imprisoned conspirators, Frostbite jumped off from the massive alien's back. He stepped down into a floor that was absolutely filled with pools of blood and pieces of gore; remnants of the guards and perhaps a few unlucky inmates that were standing in the way of the tank sized monstrosity's delighted rampage. Of course, Frostbite didn't like the floor this way. It was messy, chaotic, and slippery; a far cry from the highly organized nature of Alfred's mind, which naturally detested it when the environment was just out of order. But this was a prison escape. An escape from one of the most secure facilities in this side of the world, no less, so it would take much more chaos and destruction to actually get up there and see the sky once again...

Frostbite flapped its wings, sending another barrage of ice spikes towards the cavalcade of retreating guards that were currently pulling back towards the elevators. Some got stabbed by incoming projectiles, others were luckily behind riot shields that dented the attack, and others still held their ground and opened fire.

It did little, of course, though Frostbite felt his form slowly getting chipped away by the incoming bullets. He was less durable than Kailaniz tough he felt no pain, a side effect of having no biological nervous system to begin with once transformed into that state. And so he decided to fly forward and breathed out conical blasts of freezing wind, aiming to clear the way to the elevator for the rest of them once Min-Ji and the others had been freed from their internment.

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal - Hyperdrive

Smoke slowly wafted out of Ganni's gas mask, giving out the impression that he was constantly smoking a joint. In some ways, that was true; he used a mix of mind enhancing substances in order to be able to better focus when making portals that bridged different points in the fabric of space. Creating tunnels through reality itself was easier said than done. The calculations and the visualization required in order to accurately make these doorways instead of teleporting into the middle of a wall or the inside of an engine with a dangerous power source were quite taxing to the normal mind. One need not get to the amount of energy needed to portal over more than a hundred kilometers from point A to point B to know that it's dangerous without proper preparation.

So, Hyperdrive, as the MRD had come to call the mutant that quite literally temporarily shatters the fabric of spacetime in order to make his portals, sat on top of a nearby building, watching the arms deal go on without so much as an argument over the amount of money that had been agreed for the exchange. Even so, he remained at edge, waiting for something to go wrong.

And of course, something did.

“HANDS UP FREAKS! THIS IS THE MUTANT RESPONSE DIVISION AND YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!” A loud voice boomed over a megaphone, and Milo groaned.

"Punyeta..." Ganni cursed as he inched a bit closer to the building's edge to see that the hovercars, along with some other vehicles were quickly surrounding the group that had just finished the arms deal. He was just out of sight, thankfully, as he well hidden behind a section of wall that lined the edge of the flat rooftop. By the looks of it, things weren't great for the mutants. Venom himself had come to deal with the problem, and if the nature of the Ultimates was of any indication, more of them may come here to prove that they're better than their peers. After all, they were a bunch of pretentious pricks, glorified celebrities that spent more time in press conferences and photo ops than in fighting actual crime.

It's not their fault that Jean Grey went crazy. Welp, anyway...

For a moment, it seemed like reality itself buckled, then a crack opened up beside one of the remaining hovercars. Bolts of energy whizzed in from the other side as Ganni opened fire, poking holes into the vehicle's sides and then destroying its crucial hover systems, sending it careening to the ground like its counterpart from earlier. The remaining hovercar turned its attention to this new mutant interloper, only for the portal to immediately close like a zipper in thin air.

The real problem, though, was Venom, whom the other mutants on the ground were undoubtedly engaged with as of now. Ganni would try to pick off the surrounding MRD agents and vehicles and open up a weak spot through which they may be able to escape. Hopefully, at least.