IceHeart

The Infinite Railroad [A Wild West Fantasy] <Not Enough Water, Railroad is closed, sorry folks>

"The World has no End"

By Famous Philosopher Quintin Kuatillian

This famous phrase has been the reality that has limited the land humans have been able to settle. The world is like a wasteland, full of deserts, badlands, little shelter, and only a few springs of water. The land goes on for eternity in all directions and all explorers would either return to one of the few livable towns or die out in the expanse. Then everything changed once a strange building was discovered out in the middle of nowhere, this was the first train station.

Since that fateful day centuries ago life forever changed. Two sets of infinite railway tracks were set side by side, allowing for trains to travel in either direction. Whenever a train leaves another is soon to take its place within a day or two. No one knows how this system came to be but humanity was soon to take advantage of it to travel the world. Pretty much wherever there is a train station a new settlement would pop up and various people would scout the nearby area for places to settle and riches to collect. Humanity continued to expand through these train stations and have stretched out across the expanse.

"The World is the Rail-line"

By Railway Entrepreneur Jonathan Steamholt

The tracks never bend and the only way known to revisit a location is to take the other line to head back the way you came. Philosophers and Scientist have concluded that the world is a flat, never ending plain that goes on for eternity. As it is infinite, it is unknown if the railways have an end themselves and as yet they appear to go on forever. As a result most people tend to stay in or near one train station for most of their life and only travel a few stations at most before heading back home. Of course not everyone is content to stay in one spot and constantly move from station to station for adventure and excitement. Such people are often called Riders.

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The roleplay follows several riders as they travel by train across the world. Dropping by various locations for exploration and interaction. The world is a Western type setting with guns, train heists with potential light steampunk and mystical elements. Due to its nature of traveling the rail line there would be few permanent fixtures as unless there is a need to head back for story reasons, each location will be left behind after its story has been told and the characters move on to the next station. Because of this there will be a log section would be used to keep track of locations along the railway sort of like the fashioning of a map of sorts and major story points.

World Information

Common Knowledge: The world is flat and infinite. Most of the world is, unfortunately, rather desolate with only a few fresh springs.

Water: Probably one of the most precious resources out there, no settlement can last long without a supply of water. One of the most lucrative jobs out there is water prospecting. Anyone who finds such a location can quickly sell the information and make a small fortune as settlers are quick to move in and create a new town wherever there is water.

The Stations: All stations have at least one train bay for maintenance, they are also the only places where there is a bit of extra track which can allow other trains to pass by if needed. The stations are generally run by Steamholt Transportation and they employ many people in various positions. Because trains in general can never go back the way they came, train crews are constantly changing trains, often employed on a kind of train loop where they travel a station or two before hopping on the other track and heading back to home base. Woe to anyone who leaves anything on the train as you will never see that item again unless you get back on that same train before it leaves.

Weapons: Weapons can be hard to come by as unless you are at a station where there are profitable mines around, supplies will often be quite limited. Resources are often scarce so frugality is the key to survival. Most travelers have at least a knife on them, especially since it has so many uses aside from fighting and doesn't need ammunition. Guns are expensive as is ammo so careful maintenance is key to keeping a gun in shape for a long time. Handguns, like revolvers are the most common type of gun since they are easier to carry, maintain, and tend to be the cheapest to buy and make. Rifles are hard to come by so usually only the rich, the lucky, or those with a family weapon tend to have one. Because of their longer range and firepower they are often seen as great prizes to be pilfered and looted.

Character Skeleton

Name:
Appearance: [picture or description]
Gender:
Equipment: [From weapons to other tools]
Abilities: [Skills that make your character unique, ex. Marksmanship, Excellent Cook, Survivalist, Tailor, etc.]
The Story: [Character biography, 2-4 paragraphs]
Quirks: [Anything random that you just want people to know about. Maybe you hiccup around water? Have a special birthmark on your butt? Can't keep company cause you snore like a saw mill? Etc.]

Rules

• No Powerplaying.
• Respect your fellows.
• Read posts before you post.
• Have your own stories and adventures, don't just follow along.
• Be aware of when the next train leaves the station.
• Participate in MEs[Multiplayer Events] or don't, course if its on the train you'll probably have to participate unless you're like, too busy gambling or something.
• I have the biggest gun, respect it.
• Have fun.

Station Log [WIP]

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Carol Danvers Is

S.W.O.R.D Nevada Base/Underground Hangar

All I could do was stare at the alien timer as it ticked down. One minute thirty seconds left and counting. I wanted to try something, anything to make it stop, but trying to type a completely alien password would probably just instantly set off the sentry's activation and if I tried to blast it I'm sure the same thing would occur. Then I heard a voice I hadn't heard for months, I couldn't help my heart give an irregular thump at his voice.

"Quickly make way! I should be able to stop it before it's defenses activate!" I turned around and almost froze as I saw him, Larson, no, Captain Mar-vell running across the floor straight toward the panel with two SWORD guards having trouble keeping up with him. His green eyes were focused on the panel and I could tell he didn't recognize me in my outfit though the slightest hint of surprise at my outfit registered on his face. Any questions he might have been thinking of were shoved to the side as he focused on his mission.

I stepped out of the way as he reached the panel and quickly started to tape away at the symbols. 30 seconds left and dropping. He quickly finished but then the screen glowed red.

"What!? I'm sure I did it right." Larson cursed and typed in the password again but his efforts were thwarted by the computer. "Impossible, the password was changed!?" Larson slammed his fist on the panel in frustration as his face contorted in frustration, his eyebrows knitting together in anger.

"Larson, what's going to happen next?" I asked, forcing myself into mission mode while suppressing the whirl of emotions stirring in my heart upon seeing him again. Now was not the time for anything personal.

"How do you know my-" He started to say as he turned to look at me, but once he got a good look at my eyes realization dawned on his face, his eyes opened wide in shock. "Carol?" I could see the clear confusion on his face but then the timer reached zero and the panel quickly shut closed. Then the whole massive device started shifting and changing.

We both quickly jumped back as what had been merely a large hunk of metal suddenly started to contort and change, like a giant transformer until it took on the shape of a large, robotic humanoid. Sentry 459 towered above us at a height of around 9 meters or so, what had at first been an only silver metallic object now changed color as a good portion of its body changed to purple as it activated. It shifted it's large head downward to get a good look at the array of people and machinery gathering before it. Then in a clear voice it started talking in Kree, which I and Larson could understand but no one else could.

<THIS UNIT, SENTRY 459 HAS DETECTED UNAUTHORIZED ATTEMPTS AT ACCESS. IN ACCORDANCE WITH KREE PROTOCOL THE OFFENDERS WILL BE TERMINATED>

As soon as it had finished the sentry's eyes started to glow bright blue and I knew instantly the fight had started.

"Open Fire!" Agent Brand commanded the staff and instantly gunfire and small rockets erupted from all corners of the hangar. Explosions washed over the sentry, dousing its entire being in orange and yellow fire, but the sentry just took the beating without budging an inch. Then the the sentry fired.

I jumped out of the way as did Larson while twin beams streamed out of the sentry's eyes. The twin beams started with our previous positions then it raised its head, causing the twin beams to travel in the same direction. I watched in horror as the twin beams ripped through the hangar, obliterating all in its path. Two hangar turrets, a parked quinjet, and an unfortunate SWORD agent were incinerated in the blast in the space of a single second.

I had no time to gap at its destructive power as I quickly had to run out of the way as the giant machine attempted to step on me. The force of it's foot causing cracks to appear in the floor. I quickly took flight, spun around in the air to avoid a gigantic fist and fired my photon blast straight at the robot's face. The yellow energy smashed into it, causing the robot to have to firmly plant its feet to steady itself. My attack appeared to be the first to actually do much of anything against the monstrosity, however the damage appeared minimal at best, the only sign of it being effective was the slightest chip out of the purple plating on the edge of its face. I knew the robot couldn't show emotion but for some reason, my eyes seemed to think the sentry looked a little pissed at my attack.

Brand went into full commander mode as she started barking out orders. "Keep that thing's attention occupied! Don't keep in one place and keep rotating around it. Open the bay doors! If this thing stays in here it'll blow up the entire base! Where's the heavy weaponry!" As she shouted the sentry started to really amp up its attacks as fingers turned into rocket launchers, metallic tendrils sprouted from its back equipped with high energy bolts, probably plasma based, which started to pepper targets around the hangar. Alarms sounded as the giant ceiling bay doors started to force themselves over ever so slowly while men scrambled in all directions, returning fire upon the sentry.

I watched in horror at the unfolding chaos and then a stray bolt exploded right next to Larson, causing his body to fly through the air. Without a second thought I raced behind and caught him before he could hit the ground. His entire body seemed to glitch out of existence only to be replaced with his actual form, a blue-skinned humanoid in an outfit quite similar to my own though showing a lot less skin.

"Not exactly how I wanted to reveal myself to the world." He managed to quip as he tilted his head back to look up at me, a slight smile on his face.

As much as I wanted to give a witty comeback or smack his head, the solider in me knew now was not the time.

"Head in the game Larson, now that you have no excuse to hide anymore how about you help us take down this thing." I let him go but instead of dropping to the ground he floated in the air, I noticed two glowing purple bands on his wrists that must have been giving him the power of flight.

"I'll help but, frankly Carol I don't know if it is possible to stop Sentry 459. Its combat mode is fully engaged and someone has changed the password, locking me out of its systems. My weapons will certainly be more effective than your human weapons but I just don't have the firepower to crack through that armor." I watched as some small green dots on his arms spat out some metallic substance which quickly reformed itself into a large-barreled gun.

"Stop flirting with you alien boyfriend Ms Marvel and start fighting!" Agent Brand yelled as she rushed over to where we were floating so we could hear. "I know you're new to this thing Ms Marvel but I need you to fight like a superhero! You're not just a soldier anymore so get out there and keep that thing from blowing up this base!"

I cringed in embarrassment at her stop flirting comment but I knew she was right, despite adding flying to the mix I was still only fighting like a solider, firing shots and avoiding getting hit in return. It was going to be tough undoing years of experience to change my fighting style but I had to remember I wasn't exactly human anymore.

The sentry's head turned to a rising quinjet and readied its eyebeams again. Instantly I sprang into action and rocketed directly into the attack path of the robot. All my senses screamed at me that I was going to get killed by the blast, disintegrated by the attack just like the SWORD agent during the first salvo, but I ignored my battle trained instincts and flew on.

"Carol!" Larson, no, Captain Mar-vell yelled as he tried to grab me but I was way quicker than him.

Within a moment I was in position and staring straight down into the soulless eyes of the giant machine. I crossed my arms in front of my face as I braced for impact as the brightest lights I had ever seen flashed, dousing my entire being in their overwhelming energies. I yelled out as the felt the massive energies course into my body, heat seared through my entire being and it felt as if my body was going to be ripped apart, yet that feeling only lasted for a moment. Soon my body got used to it and the my body, instead of threatening to burst open started to literally brim with energy from the sentry's beam attack as it finally stopped after what seemed like an eternity but was literally only about a second.

"I don't know why you are here but I can tell you right now, that you're not welcome on Earth!" Putting my hands out in front I let all the excess energy I had just absorbed flow through my hands, causing a massive burst of energy to slam right into the sentry's breastplate. The force smashing into the machine caused the massive robot to topple over and collapsed onto the hangar floor with a resounding crash.

I could hear a few cheers from SWORD members but that was short lived as the massive automaton started to rise back unto its feet. Once again Sentry 459 spoke while everyone, including Captain Mar-vell restarted the assault.

<POTENTIAL THREAT DETECTED, REALLOCATING RESOURCES TO PRIORITIZE ELIMINATION>

"I guess I just became Sentry enemy number one." I groaned as all of its efforts refocused themselves on me. At this point the hangar door was completely open and the remaining quinjets had all scrambled to safety. From the corner of my eye, as I was forced to do some intense flying acrobatics as massively limbs tried to swat me out of the sky, I saw the SWORD team get together what looked to be a massive rail gun from out of a side chamber in the hangar.

"Finally have my heavy artillery." Brand commented as the railgun was affixed to the ground. They pointed the massive gun at the robot's center mass and as I realized it was probably a good idea to move completely out of the way, a massive limb stuck me from the side. My head exploded in pain and my vision turned white as the massive kinetic force from the blow stuck home. Another wave of pain struck me from behind as I smashed into the hangar wall, the force was so strong I had literally sunk partially into the wall. My vision quickly came back and I was amazed at just how, non-dead I was feeling. I could still think, the pain had already subsided somewhat, and my body felt ready to propel itself back into action.

The sentry brought a fist back to try and finish me off but then a massive shot rang out as the rail gun fired onto the sentry. Once again the sentry stumbled and parts of its metal casing had been ripped apart, but it looked like the shot had not managed to get full penetration. Sensing another threat the sentry quickly fired some rockets at the railgun, ending its short but semi-productive career.

"So much for the heavy artillery." I mumbled as I removed myself from the wall and prepared to attack when suddenly, the sentry just stopped moving for seemingly no reason at all. But only for a moment, as the bottom of its feet flared up with a brilliant blue as the giant machine propelled itself through the opened roof and into the sky.

Captain Mar-vell stared at it for a moment puzzled. "That's strange, there should be no reason for it to stop fighting unless." I could see realization dawn on his alien features as he noticed a small hover sled, that kind of looked like a metallic desert skiff from Star Wars, floating next to the hovering sentry. "Colonel Yon-Rogg..."

I could feel my blood boil upon hearing that name as the two of us flew up after the sentry. Soon we were floating face to face with the colonel who had a disgustingly satisfied look on his face. Seeing him again reminded me vividly of my humiliating capture and how my life had been completely changed from that moment. The Kree Colonel took a long hard look at me and laughed.

"Ha ha so is this the reason you've become a traitor to your own race Mar-vell? You've fallen for one of the aliens you were ordered to observe?" It didn't seem like he noticed who I was but no doubt he was commenting on our similar outfits. Ugh, was everyone going to assume we were an item because of how we were dressed? I mean, technically we were almost to that point, before I figured out Larson was an alien spy, but this was seriously starting to annoy me. I collected energy in one of my fists but the colonel quickly positioned himself so the sentry would shield him if I tried attacking.

"Why are you doing this Yon-Rogg! I know you hate me but what do you hope to accomplish by hijacking Sentry 459? Are you doing all this just to kill me?" Captain Mar-vell asked, trying to get information while thinking of a way to turn the situation around.

"Please Mar-vell, yes I can assure that you will die for humiliating me but there is so much more to this than just our personal squabble. You see this planet has become to chaotic and dangerous of a place, in fact I've heard that a deadly warlord already has his sights on this world as we speak. If he manages to conquer this planet his power will surely increase to a point where he could even prove a threat to the Kree Empire! I am sure you know what this means Mar-vell."

As he spoke I tried to find a way to take him out but whenever I tried to discretely fly around, the colonel shifted his own position to compensate, the alien knew how to keep himself safe. Mar-vell's face distorted into understanding, I of course had no idea what that could mean.

"No! You can't do that Yon-Rogg! You'll destroy this entire planet! What about all the effort the Kree Empire has put into this planet!?"

I turned to look at the distraught Mar-vell, my own thoughts now racing with questions. How would Yon-Rogg destroy the planet and more importantly, what did Mar-vell mean when he talked about the Kree putting so much effort into Earth? What was the Kree empire planning all this time?

"I would love to kill you myself Mar-vell but I need to escape before this planet is destroyed. But because I do want you to suffer a bit more and wallow in despair I think I'll just add a little parting bit of sport for you to enjoy. It will take a little while for Sentry 459's reactor to warm up so in the meantime I'll just send it to attack the largest settlement in the area. I know how much we military men hate putting civilians in danger." With a few clicks on his own console, the sentry turned and shot off into the desert at an incredible speed.

"A shame to lose the potential Kree military might but I'm sure the Supreme Intelligence will understand why I had to do this. Good-bye captain."

The colonel quickly sped away in the opposite direction and though I wanted to go after him I knew that there was a much more pressing matter.

"Ok Mar-vell, speak to me here. How is he going to destroy Earth?"

"I'm sorry Carol, for everything." Mar-vell sounded defeated as she started sadly at me. At that look, all of my frustrations boiled over and without a second thought, I slapped him in the face.

"Damn it Mar-vell! This is mostly your fault! Now you're going to tell me how to fix this before my world is destroyed by your empire!" I knew my words weren't completely fair but he had a lot of explaining to do and I was royally pissed after everything that was going on and what I had been reminded of.

"It's impossible, there is no way to stop it in time! Look, Colonel Yon-Rogg has set Sentry 459 to overload, its reactor core will keep creating energy until it overloads its entire system, making the reactor core transform into a giant nega-bomb. Once it reaches critical mass there will be no stopping the explosion which will completely devastate the Earth."

"Maybe it is Mar-vell but I am not going to stop trying until the last moment. Also I think I may need to save Las Vegas from being utterly destroyed in the meantime if my pilot senses are correct. Either come with me and try to stop it or go after Colonel Yon-Rogg, but if you are truly sorry then I expect you to help me save my world."

I pushed him away, glared at where the sentry had disappeared to and started to give chase as quickly as I could. "I can't believe my first mission as Ms Marvel is going to be saving the world. No pressure Carol, no pressure, only all of mankind is counting on you right now. Still, it feels a little easier than facing Larson right now..."

The Infinite Railroad

@Lotrix Molick Well I never did set a limit, so potentially. Anyway, little busy this week, so probably won't see much happening until at least this weekend.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

What creator or piece of media directly influences your stories and characterizations for this game?

Huh well, I have a few random Captain Marvel comics from when she still had good hair, but of course I'm going to Ms Marvel not Captain Marvel. So really only some major ideas from Avengers: Earth's mightest heroes, which is the only good cartoon version of her I've found. Then I literally just scrouge wiki pages and stuff for characters and villains I can use, then just write how I think it should go.

All I can say is right now, I am 100% certain my story will be oodles more entertaining that whatever plot they come up in the upcoming Captain Marvel movie. I don't have much confidence in that movie after they made a big stink about her being a female superhero. I mean, it'll probably be ok but...I can write better. XD

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Carol Danvers Is

S.W.O.R.D Nevada Base/Corridor heading to Interrogation

Two fairly fresh looking SWORD agents were strolling down corridor, which had been made to look like it was constructed out of old brickwork. The corridor of course was state of the art just like everything else in the facility but that didn't mean it had to look like the agency had no taste. It added a nice bit of a rustic look that seemed a bit more homely than many of the other more stark and spartan, no frills metallic looking facilities.

A larger looking agent with black hair and quite a bit of muscle on him and a younger and slimmer blond walked as they talked about various things of interest. When two low level agents were together with no superiors around they usually had quite a bit to say.

The slimmer blonde started first.

"I've heard we're getting a Christmas present this year, heard anything about that?" The larger agent scratched his chin as he tried to remember.

"Heard it was some kind of update to our uniforms to distinguish us easier from the normal SHIELD agents. At the moment all that really separates us from them is location and our little SWORD emblems." He palmed the emblem on his chest and traced the outline for a moment. The emblem had a circle, with some that looked kind of like a dagger starting near the bottom them pointing up through the top of the ring; it did kind of look like a sword with the outline of perhaps a planet behind it.

"An update? So like some new equipment woven into it?"

"Heh I wish, we don't get that many new toys since most of our budget is going into that space base while the rest of the toys still go to SHIELD first. I think it was just a color change, from black to dark green."

"Dark green? Well guess I know who came up with that idea." The blond chuckled as his green haired superior flashed through his mind for a moment.

"Heh, I guess that's true, heard that she might be up for a promotion soon, could even be the next head of SWORD! Ya know, what I wouldn't give for some one-on-one time with that lady, if ya know what I mean." The larger agent winked and nudged his comrade with an elbow, who couldn't help but cringe a bit.

"She's your type Bartholomew? Eh, can't see what's so good about her, she seems way to cold and pure business for me. Plus all that green is just...like she's a plant or something, kind of weirds me out!"

"Bah, you just have no taste in women, she's got a heart of fire that one! I bet your type is those girly girls who love baking and dressing up and stuff. You're a bloody agent! Have a sense of adventure. Meh looks like we're here." They stopped their conversation as they stepped into a side room with a glass window where one of the agents was interrogating a man that was caught on the premises. There were two other agents standing outside of the windowed room on guard. They nodded as the two went in and left their posts to the two new arrivals.

The blonde agent tried to get a good look at the man inside, he was fairly average looking, with brown hair, a white blazer, shirt, light brown trousers, brown belt and shoes. It was certainly odd how such a man could have found the facility. "Wish I could hear what they were saying, this is the most action I've seen in a while."

"Believe me, its better when there is no action. This alien tech can be downright terrifying!"

S.W.O.R.D Nevada Base/Interrogation Room

Walter Larson had been caught sneaking onto the premises and taken into custody. He had tracked the trace negative particles from the Sentry's power core to this location but even his tracker could not effectively pinpoint a location inside the facility. This lead to a problem, either he had to sneak his way through the entire base and hope he could find the Sentry and get it away in time, or he could try to get the humans to lead him there so he could fix things. He knew even if he managed to find it on his own he would have had no choice but to reveal his true identity in the process and probably become SWORD's most wanted criminal, so a gamble on humanity was his choice.

Walter Larson had given himself up and was currently being interrogated. A hardened looking agent stared down at Larson from across the desk where he was currently handcuffed.

"So tell me again Mr. Larson, how did you find this facility?"

"I told you, I've been following the path of negative particles. I was present during the Kree attack a short time ago and I've been researching them ever since. Following that explosion I was able to isolate an unknown particle and noticed there was another source on earth but by the time I found it SWORD had already taken it away." This was of course completely bogus, another at the explosion site was completely different from the very special reactor Sentry 459 had but as humanity had very little information on them and they could verify that he had in fact been on staff at the location, there was a sense of validity to his story.

"I tracked it to here and I believe the device to be very dangerous, please you need to let me help you take care of it before something happens!" The agent glared, obviously not buying his baloney for a second.

"Sure, because a giant hunk of metal is so dangerous, and how would you know that Mr. Larson? Do you have evidence this particle is dangerous? How did you managed to get here undetected? Where is your ride? You sir, are one of the most suspicious people I have eve seen! I'm going to call my superiors to see what we should do with you." The agent reach for a phone hanging on the side of the desk and brought it up to his ear, all while keeping an eye on his captive.

Larson groaned, he knew it wasn't going to be easy but there had to be a way to get to the Sentry. "Look I know I'm sketchy but I'm sure you need every available resource to figure this thing out, as one of the few people who had directly interacted with this technology I have experience you severely lack."

The agent ignored him and made the call.

S.W.O.R.D Nevada Base/Underground Hangar

I looked at the large object, this Sentry 459. It was huge to be sure but there was nothing really too it other than the designation number. Even after reading the text I still had no clue what it actually was.

"So anything you can tell me other than its name?" Agent Brand asked as she stopped over beside me, her heels clicking on the floor causing a bit of an echo in the mostly empty hangar.

I shook my head. "Afraid not, maybe if I examine it a bit more but its not like I can just pick out the information in my head, it just kind of flows into me at random when I interact with anything Kree."

Brand raised a green eyebrow in irritation. "I've had agents crawling all over this thing, even tried to crack it open with diamond tipped-drills but the diamonds lost their edge before making a dent. I'm hoping that you get a sudden bout of inspiration or else we might just have to blow our way through it's shell just to get an idea what we're dealing with." As soon as she finished beep sounded and Abigail put a hand up to her ear where I guess was a hidden earpiece. I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end but I could see Brand was interested in whatever it was.

"So Ms. Marvel, I've gotten word that a Walter Larson has been found trying to locate our little package here."

My stomach dropped, I had a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Walter was here? What was he doing here and how was he connected to the Sentry? I hadn't seen him in months and how he just suddenly pops back up, once again involved in something I had been roped into.

"If I remember correctly he was present during your abduction though he disappeared off the radar for quite a while. Now he shows up here? Obviously he knows quite a bit more about what's going on and I have a feeling you do too. I heard that you two were fairly close." I could feel Agent Brand's cold gaze dig right into my soul, it was a good thing I had military experience or I might have wilted under her mere presence. Still, it was impossible to get rid of the weird feelings swirling around in my stomach. The thought of perhaps meeting him again after so long was both enticing, and terrifying? What was I going to say? How was I going to react to the man who had been such a close part of my life but who was actually an enemy agent? Would I yell? Punch him? Cry? I really had no idea but I did know he would once again be the key to this recent dilemma.

"Listen, Agent Brand, I know you can't trust him, heck even I don't really trust him these days, but I think we may need to take a chance on him."

"So you're saying we should bring him down to have a look?" Brand sounded like she disapproved but I continued on anyway.

"Look, keep him under tight security, but he did help save my life back then, so let's give him a chance." Frankly I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth! Give him a chance after everything that happened? I desperately didn't want to give him another chance, I even wanted to hate him, but I just couldn't. My gut was telling me, despite my wishes, that he could be trusted to help out.

Brand stared at me hard, but seeing my mind was made up decided to relent and called for the boys upstairs to send Larson down under guard. The die had been cast while the knots in my stomach grew ever tighter as I turned back to the Sentry and put a hand on the smooth surface. Without warning a blue light appeared around my hand and a part of the object transformed in front of my eyes to reveal what appeared to be computer panel and green symbols appeared on the screen.

"Well that's new, it never reacted to any of us, must be that Kree DNA of yours coming through again." Brand quickly started to study the panel and asked me the obvious question, "What does it say."

As soon as the symbols made sense to me the blood started to drain out of my face as I realized I had really screwed up. "Well...it says Unknown Kree access attempted, provide security code or defensive measures will be engaged."

Brand cursed and activated her earpiece again. "Control, activate emergency measures SWORD Delta, things are about to get hot down here." She clicked it off then asked me a question I could tell she already knew the answer too. "I don't suppose you have a clue what that security code is?"

I just shook my head and watched as a countdown timer appeared on the panel while alarms sounded in the facility and the area was soon flooding with activity as agents scrambled to their posts and readied their weapons.

"Get the heavy equipment down here, we're going to need some serious firepower if this thing turns hostile!"

I stared down the Sentry's control panel but other than knowing what was on the screen as well as the buttons, no other useful information was coming, probably the only chance we had to prevent a disaster was Larson, but from the countdown timer of 2 minutes 38 seconds, I doubted he could make it in time. I was probably going to see first hand just what this Sentry 459 could do and I doubted it was going to be fun.

"My day certainly just took a turn for the worse, and I'm not even home!"

The Infinite Railroad

This actually looks really cool. Do people feel any particular way about those who try to map the world?

I was thinking a cartographer who keeps meaning to head back to the institute he works for, but maybe he'll do just one more station...

@Gisk

Most people probably think that trying to map so much is a waste of time since the world is 'endless' after all. For the more local areas around the stations though maps can still be pretty useful as people often need to know the best routes to settlements and such. Getting lost in the expanse can easily mean death since water is often a rare find.

World Information

Common Knowledge: The world is flat and infinite. Most of the world is, unfortunately, rather desolate with only a few fresh springs.

Water: Probably one of the most precious resources out there, no settlement can last long without a supply of water. One of the most lucrative jobs out there is water prospecting. Anyone who finds such a location can quickly sell the information and make a small fortune as settlers are quick to move in and create a new town wherever there is water.

The Stations: All stations have at least one train bay for maintenance, they are also the only places where there is a bit of extra track which can allow other trains to pass by if needed. The stations are generally run by Steamholt Transportation and they employ many people in various positions. Because trains in general can never go back the way they came, train crews are constantly changing trains, often employed on a kind of train loop where they travel a station or two before hopping on the other track and heading back to home base. Woe to anyone who leaves anything on the train as you will never see that item again unless you get back on that same train before it leaves.

Weapons: Weapons can be hard to come by as unless you are at a station where there are profitable mines around, supplies will often be quite limited. Resources are often scarce so frugality is the key to survival. Most travelers have at least a knife on them, especially since it has so many uses aside from fighting and doesn't need ammunition. Guns are expensive as is ammo so careful maintenance is key to keeping a gun in shape for a long time. Handguns, like revolvers are the most common type of gun since they are easier to carry, maintain, and tend to be the cheapest to buy and make. Rifles are hard to come by so usually only the rich, the lucky, or those with a family weapon tend to have one. Because of their longer range and firepower they are often seen as great prizes to be pilfered and looted.

I'm pondering my character at the moment. How's this for a pitch?

- Mysterious Gunslinger who claims to have been searching for Paradise, which is somewhere along the railroad. He's been at it for about one hundred years, and nobody is sure if he's really human anymore, since the only sign of life is a set of bright eyes that peek out from beneath a hat and an outfit that's way to big.

@Reflection

The idea of a search for paradise is interesting, though the 100 years thing I think is a bit much. I know this is 'fantasy western' but as I want a bit more of a realistic type setting that character seems a bit out there.

Character Skeleton

Name:
Appearance: [picture or description]
Gender:
Equipment: [From weapons to other tools]
Abilities: [Skills that make your character unique, ex. Marksmanship, Excellent Cook, Survivalist, Tailor, etc.]
The Story: [Character biography, 2-4 paragraphs]
Quirks: [Anything random that you just want people to know about. Maybe you hiccup around water? Have a special birthmark on your butt? Can't keep company cause you snore like a saw mill? Etc.]

The Infinite Railroad

@Athol The tracks run North/South meaning the settlements will be East/West of the stations. Because it is an 'infinite' railroad usually each settlement only knows about other settlements roughly 2-3 stations away from them. Usually each station will have maps to help travelers know where the nearby towns are and other points of interest. I will probably at least semi-plan out say, three initial train stations to start out with. Because of the odd structure of the railroads it makes it quite hard for places to have knowledge of much beyond their initial neighbors though of course there are some exceptions.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Carol Danvers Is

Quinjet Heading to Unknown Location

Abigail Brand was an interesting individual to be sure. With green hair, green eyes, and even green lipstick she certainly knew how to garner attention just through looks. An agent of SWORD that was tight lipped and mysterious, apparently her hair was even her natural color which certainly made one wonder what her circumstances were, of course there was little time for me to ponder such mysteries as things went quickly to business.

"Hello Agent Brand, out for a ride are we?" I quipped a bit, trying mostly to get myself back in a good mood then to get any response from ms. green.

"Go ahead and change back into Ms Marvel. The less people who know your identity the better."

Abigail tossed me a small glowing orb, obviously quite well versed on all my abilities and their limitations. I easily caught it and started the transformation process into my still unfamiliar battle suit. I couldn't help but ask about the name.

"Really? Ms Marvel?"


"You really are a marvel. After all you survived an alien device explosion, somehow bonded your DNA with that of an alien species, and are now probably one of the strongest humans in the world. It's also a marvel you are still almost completely human both biologically and physically, Ms Marvel. A lot of accidents usually have much more dramatic consequences that are often uncontrollable and more life shattering."

Agent Brand certainly wasn't wrong about that, it was a miracle I had come out of that experience with pretty much only a bunch of pluses, in fact aside from the occasional slip into Kree language there really had been few negatives to come out of the changes. Course I was sure something bad would turn up sooner or later but then again maybe I was lucky, or even God had a bit of a hand in everything to tune me up. Still, I wasn't quite sure about the name Ms Marvel, it sounded awfully similar to the alien Mar-vell. I was grateful he saved me but...to be almost named after an alien spy was a bit troubling. Of course SWORD didn't know about his name and really only knew about his existence, so obviously they had chosen Ms Marvel for it's more, well, marvelous quality and meaning.

I was sure it was going to take me a while to get used it as now that I was changed and suppose to stay that way while on SWORD property, I was going to be Ms Marvel until further notice.

"Good, now we can talk more freely." Brand beckoned me into the middle of the Quinjet into a sort of briefing room with a holographic projection table in the middle. These special organizations really did get all the toys.

A few other agents were milling in and out, either being busy or trying to look busy. I noticed one of the male agents being a little, distracted upon seeing me and of course he couldn't help but look down at the hip and thigh area. Of course he caught the stink eye from Agent Brand and quickly slinked out of the room.

Sometimes it was hard to think of this suit as battle gear. The certainly had tough bodies to allow for such liberties.

"Well I can think of only one reason you would suddenly call for me. Something Kree related?"

"Indeed Ms Marvel. We recently came into possession of...a rather large object that appears to be Kree in origin. All of our attempts to study the object have failed so far. Due to your knowledge download of Kree intelligence from the accident, SWORD has decided that as a valuable asset we needed to call you in; hopefully something in that brain of yours can help us crack this thing. If not I suppose we can also just use your new strength to good use and try to force it open."

"Great, so now I'm your personal pickle jar opener?" After I said that I just made the connection that Agent Brand was kinda green like a pickle, I resisted the urge to smile.

"Everyone has a role Ms Marvel." Agent Brand smiled, she looked a bit creepy quite frankly. I had a feeling things would not be so simple.

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Mountainside, Nevada Desert, near Secret SWORD Facility

Colonel Yon-Rogg sat patiently in a small crevice in the rock. He was looking at a small screen that showed video feed from one of his Kree drones that was secretly scouting out a human complex on the desert floor. He had tracked the machine to this location after the native population of the planet had swooped in and claimed his prize before he had finished giving the device the necessary instructions. Captain Mar-vell had put in some safety precautions against tampering so it had taken him longer than needed to bypass those measures, which had delayed him long enough for those primitives to stop him from achieving his goals.

Thankfully human technology was too limited to track him so it had been relatively simple connect his equipment to the the machine and track it to this location; unfortunately the facility was obviously specifically modified to prevent anything on the outside from getting in, including signals. As soon as the machine had entered that complex all signals were lost and now he had no idea where exactly it was. Still, those humans with their inferior technology would make a mistake sooner or later and that was when he would swoop in and finish what he started.

He was a military man, he was patient, but he found his free hand clenching into a fist as he remembered the humiliation of being thwarted by that traitor, Captain Mar-vell. All his plans of ridding himself of that sentimental fool had all been for naught, which was why he was resorting to a rather drastic but necessary plan B. It wasn't the most ideal plan and if it succeeded his superiors might be a bit disappointed after all the time and effort put into this planet, but it would rid him of all his obstacles in one fell swoop, as well as forever hide his disgrace.

A blip appeared on his screen and he turned the metallic and blue drone to get an eye on the approaching object. It was one of the human craft which were remarkably fast and agile considering their technology. He watched as the quinjet landed on a helicopter pad outside the facility's main doors. The vehicle opened up and out came some humans in their black and white uniforms but there was one very unique individual among them. The colonel couldn't believe his eyes.

"Is that a Kree Uniform on a human? Rutgath! It has the appearance of a Starforce female uniform! How did the humans get their hands on one!" The colonel started at his screen in surprise and a bit of anger too, had Kree intelligence somehow fallen into the primitives hands? Still, he doubted they knew much even if that was the case, if they were bringing someone in with that uniform, that meant they were up to something. Whatever they planned they would fail and then he would be able to achieve his objective, it was only a matter of time.

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SWORD facility, Nevada Desert

I was amazed at just how smooth a ride the quinjet really was, as a pilot I couldn't help but be impressed with its craftmanship. I had tried to used my pilot senses to get an idea of where we were going since I wasn't allowed to look outside, but the best I had managed to figure out was we had traveled somewhere to the western United States and I was unsure how far North or South we had traveled.

Once I was outside and noticed the blazing sun and the rather desolate landscape with hardly a cacti to be seen, I had a much better idea where we were. I walked along with Agent Brand and some other SWORD agents into the very large, heavy, and well guarded entrance to the facility. The place didn't look that big on the outside but I could quickly tell this facility had quite an extensive underground. The facility had quite a spartan look to it but not clinical as the interior decorators had a little fun making the facility look a bit older and more rustic than it had any right to be.

"So is this Area 51?" I half-joked, kind of wondering if it actually was the fabled Area 51.

A SWORD member blew out a laughing puff of air. "Pfff, don't we wish. As far as I know this place was just some extra facility SHIELD created that they gave over to the SWORD branch because it was out of the way. Basically we're the perfect location to place all sorts of crazy alien tech they find in case something bad happens. The real Area 51 is basically a tourist location for government officials to keep them happy and in the dark."

Well, remote locations were the best for dangerous research after all, a little disappointing it wasn't actually Area 51, doubly so to realize the real Area 51 was more of a front than anything else.

"Enough chatter," Agent Brand intervened so we wouldn't be distracted and kept marching us along. Before long we reached an elevator, got in and took a rather silent ride down to a lower level. It was rather awkward as Brand wasn't one for small talk and nobody else dared say anything. Soon I was standing in what was basically a giant hangar with a colossal...err rounded cylinder, but my senses were telling me it was much more than it appeared. I could instantly see why they thought it was Kree as the proud engravings of some Kree symbols were etched on the polished surface.

"So first things first, can you tell me what those symbols mean?" Abigail asked with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face. I stared at the symbols, at first meaning nothing to me but then that weird Kree knowledge started to pour into my head and the meaning of those symbols became clear as day.

"It's a designation I believe. Sentry 459."

The Infinite Railroad

You've certainly gotten my attention. Since I'm a bit of a gun-nerd I feel compelled to ask, how advanced would the firearms be? Still just single shot cap and ball type stuff, or would things like early semi-automatics (pre-WW1) be allowed?

@Athol

I was thinking like revolvers and rifles at the time of my idea creation so closer to that pre-WW1 time slot. While certain weapons you could shoot fairly quickly if you're good at them like a revolver, of course there would be no carry-able machine guns. Probably the fastest weapon that might appear would be a mounted gatling gun like during the late Civil War era. So it's at least gotten past the need for loading power and shot, mostly just need to replenish ammo and of course perform cleaning and necessary upkeep for weapons.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I never really read comics like at all. I do somewhat remember having some random pokemon comics at one time and picked up a spider-man here and there. Pretty much all my comic book knowledge came from cartoons, mostly Spider-Man 90s one, and my Ultimate Spider-Man Guide book that introduced me to a ton of Spider-Man lore and a whole range of different comic-book characters. Then it was like Justice League cartoon and pretty much anything that came around that time or after.

And now for my all time favorite comic-book. :)



I got myself a copy, it is one awesome piece of glorious Satire.