Jones Sparrow

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I want to let everyone know I'm still here too haha

I've been busy working hard for this water polo tournament that started this weekend, and haven't been on the site much

I'll try to get something up to get everyone moving back to the ship to start off the adventure soon!

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The post is great, I love how Rae is always seems so passive aggressive hahaha

@Akayaofthemoon

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@KaiserElectric

Hahaha I love Jontron!

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Honestly with how respectful we are with each other's schedule and the rate we post, we can put the two post rule aside until we get off the Spire, as long as we don't go overboard

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The question "Who wants to speak up first" was pretty much similar to "Who would like to get shot?" Raymond hesitated. Where to begin? There was a lot he'd like to clarify, and add in their briefing. The scene with Pip walking up to the Council and revealing his face made him turn his head in a bit of interest and confusion. Most members turned away in disgust but others stared at him with glares... Have they seen this guy before? He turned to see Rae grinning at the sight of everyone, but Raymond kept only a hint of a smile. He was glad to see the Council, especially Kail, was revolted by the image. Once the crowd quieted out, the Representatives started to demand questions.

"What exactly were you doing on their ship?"

"Who hired you?"

"Do you know exactly what you've done?"

The Chairman once again quieted the crowd with a large Thump! of his staff. "Pip Bernadotte of Earth, you have made a name for yourself within the Committee. A mercenary with a very long record.. Most of it covered up and very secretive... But that does not mean it is forgotten. Murder, Sabotage, illegal forgery... and now stowing away on a Committee vessel--"

"To be fair sir, he technically didn't stow away. I opened the hatch for him, making him a guest to the Monroe." Raymond finally spoke up, stepping forward a bit. "Of course you did. Did you make him promise not to kill you after he blew up an entire warship? Your father was exactly like you. Always trusting people's words." The Head Representative of the Yhei said. Raymond's hand started to shake slightly. He hated being compared to his father.

"For three days we were under constant fire from the attacking Sekvali ships, almost depleting our fuel. If it weren't for Bernadotte destroying their largest war vessel we would have never made it out there alive--"

"And what a shame that would have been." Representative Kail muttered. "Look, Lad-- Representative, we rescued the colony, we escaped from the army your intel forget to tell us about, and my crew members found the first working antidote for the Sekvali poison. What the hell do you want from us--"

"Raymond--!" the human representative warned.

"Talk like that to me again, Boy, and you will be back in that little pit you were in. We have not forgotten your crimes, Chase." Kail warned. Raymond glared at the woman. "yeah? Well why don't you take those crimes of mine and shove them up your--!"

"Enough!" The Chairman demanded. Silence yet again. "Captain, please give us a full detailed report on what exactly happened on your mission." He said rather calmly. Raymond looked at the council again, and with a sigh, he started the story.

The Monroe made it to the planet where they rescued the colonies from the Sekvali raid, destroying the Sekvali base of operations. What they weren't expecting was the whole race's forces coming after them in their attempt to flee, and for three days were constantly bombarded. The crew did their jobs perfectly to keep them alive, and at one point, the team's hunter Enok Shaso͞on embarked to stop the squad of enemy ships. He successfully took out one, but was bit in the process. He, Terry, and Rae embarked to rescue their crew mate, and were successful. At this point the largest warship exploded, causing confusion and panic from both sides. Rae and the science crew went to work on him, Tango, Addy, and Tahillie plotted a course and set up a hyper drive course that would take them out of the line of fire. At this point the Sekvali were within a civil war, and have declared war on the Marauders. This is also when Pip had tried to enter the Monroe, but Elyse and Addy were there to stop him. Raymond was able to ask questions, tell him to put his weapons down, and he cooperated, making him a prisoner on the ship, and not a stow away. At the end of the mission they had gotten away, saved a colony, and his scientific team created an antidote.

The story sounded farfetched and ridiculous, but it was a normal day for the Marauders and the Monroe. Everyone listened intently, and after a few seconds, the Human representative spoke up. "If what Captain Chase said is true, Pip is not a stowaway, but it does not cover him of his other crimes, like blowing up a vessel in Committee Space..." the Furtim Representative was the second to speak up. "We will get to that in a minute, Sir Mitchell... Doctor Draini. Is everything Captain Chase said true? Did you find an antidote?" Of course they wouldn't take Ray's full word, he was a criminal, but has worked long enough for the Council to not second guess most of his accusations. But Rae was a part of the Committee, a volunteer to the crew. They would trust her word better than his... That, and her race had a tendency to not lie as much as humans.

"Yes, would any of you two like to speak up, and add in something the Captain has not added?" The chairman asked to both Rae and Pip.

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@Akayaofthemoon

haha yeah I get ya! How's everyone been?

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I'm working on a reply as we speak!@Akayaofthemoon

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The only light coming through the bunker was from the moonlight from the door. Steve glanced around as the small team walked in cautiously. The room was just like any other firearm bunker. It had items that would be considered relics now sitting on shelves on or desks and things like that, and they had a fine line of dust on it... But then there were counters he noticed that seemed to be recently used, no sign of aging. The floors were well kept as well. His focus was kept looking around the room, but he heard the voice of Sharon Carter by his side. He didn't answer at first, his eyes scanned every inch of the place. Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Brock all stood cautiously around the perimeter. He held up his hand to silent and stop everyone from moving, and they did so almost instantly. Steve listened very carefully... And he heard it.

A very faint and soft whistling was heard... "There's a draft somewhere." Steve finally said, glancing and listening. He slowly walked towards a large gun rack in the back of the wall. He listened closely, and put his hand around the edges until he felt a cold chill and whistle. He found it. Steve felt all around the sides of the rack, and he finally found a small button. he pressed it, and the rack started to sink into the back of the wall, and then moved to the side, revealing a secret hallway to a staircase that lead down into darkness. The group huddled around it, staring down.

"Alright... Who wants to go down the mysterious, creepy-as-hell staircase first?" Clint asked, a small smirk forming on all of their mouths. "Age before beauty, I guess." Steve said with look back to everyone, and then taking the first steps down. Steve as well as everyone else made it down the staircase with flashlights shining. This was obviously built before the 40's. The stairs ended in a hallway, still pitch black. "What is this place?" Sam asked quietly.

"Steve." Natasha called out, nodding towards a wall. On it was a worn out logo, and next to them were pictures of very familiar faces. Howard Stark's picture stood proudly at the camera, almost looking very much like his son. He was a bit older than Steve remembered, but it was the same one. The next one he remembered was his old Commanding Officer, Colonel Chester Phillips. Looking older than dirt as always, and that natural snarl on his face... And the last one was a picture Steve knew too well. Peggy Carter had the same look of dominance and pride as she always did. She hadn't aged as badly as the others, but it was obvious that it had been a while since Steve crashed landed in the Arctic.

There were other worn or destroyed photos on the wall, but those were the three that he noticed. "That's a SHIELD Logo..." Brock said quietly, looking at the logo next to the pictures. "That's Stark's dad... And that's Colonel Phillips. Read about him in history class... But who's she?" Clint asked, looking at Steve. He didn't answer, he gave a quick glance at Sharon before looking down the hall. "Let's keep going... Anyone know which hall we should take?" Steve asked.

As if on cue, Lights flooded the hallway, making loud snaps as they turned down, but only illuminating one hallway, until the lights turned on around a corner. What was this place? Why were his old friends on this wall, and what exactly did they just stumble on to? He felt like everyone was looking towards Steve for an answer, but he was just as confused as everyone else.

He made a silent hand gesture to continue down the hall. The lights lead them through a complex maze of hallways until they reached two wooden doors. Everyone hesitated for a moment before Sam and Natasha slowly moved towards the doors, weapons drawn, and opened them to reveal...

A semi circular room full of desks, ancient computers, and a large screen on the opposite side of the wall. On the floor was a larger version of an old SHIELD logo, and the place looked like it was rushed out of quickly years ago. Everyone stepped inside of the room, all with a look of awe. "What the hell...?" Sam said quietly, Steve stood in the center of the room, a weird sense of deja vu and confusion and awe all swimming through his head. "An old base of operations..." Steve muttered.

"Some of these papers date back to 1947." Clint said, kicking aside a few loose files on the ground. "This can't be what I think it is..." Natasha looked at Clint, Sharon, and Brock to see if they were thinking the same thing.

"Rogers. Steven Grant. Born July 4th 1918. Enlisted in the Second World War under the Super Soldier Program. Went MIA in 1944 in the North Arctic." A metallic voice with a thick German accent came through the room. "Wilson. Samuel Thomas. Born September 23rd 1978. Enlisted the United States Air Force under the FALCON program. Had medical leave due to an accident."

"Who the hell is this--?" Sam demanded.

"Romanova. Alianovna Natalia. Born November 22nd, 1984. Formally affiliated with the KGB. Now a member of SHIELD. Barton. Francis Clinton. Born January 7th 1971. Raised in a rural farm until he honed exceptional marksmanship. Member of SHIELD. Carter. Sharon. Born 1994. Niece to Margaret Carter. Enlisted in SHIELD and later got the nickname "Irma Kruhl" World's most deadliest spy."

"You are correct with your assumptions. Forgive me if I have come out rude..." A digital face started to flicker on the large screen on the back wall. "Over 70 years ago Captain America was created in this very camp. Years later an organization known as SHIELD would also be created. And that is where you are now. The original home of SHIELD. And I am the mind of it. I am Arnim Zola... Or, what remains of him. Do you remember me, Captain. Because I remember everything about you..."

Steve's face turned from shock, to horror, to hatred in a matter of seconds. He stared at the screen in front of him, the digital face looking very familiar. "You were a professor for HYDRA... Red Skull's right hand man." Steve stated.

Robin Hood (EasilyAmused & Jones Sparrow)

Robert wondered if eating this god awful combination of food was going to be worth it, it didn't taste too bad at first but the aftertaste was like he just drank cardboard flavored juice. But hearing Marian laugh and seeing her so happy, it was absolutely worth it. He would do literally anything to hear that woman laugh. It was music to his ears. The Yankees made another great play and Robert leaped out of his seat, giving a huge cheer and loud whistle as the catch was made they quickly made a throw to third base, getting another man out. After the celebrating was done, the two of them took a seat, and he once again stole a glance towards her. God she was beautiful! When she answered Truth, he gave an approving nod and glance around the stadium. "Good choice. I still have to think about my revenge" Robert said with a mischievous grin. He leaned back in his chair, and gave a casual nod down the stands, towards where the Governor was. "What do you think of Governor Lyon?" He asked, looking over a her.

"He seemed to try and be buddies with you, and he does NOT look like a sports type of guy." Robert said with a laugh, glancing back at New York's most powerful man... He was curious to see if she had anything bad to talk about the man. As his days of being Robin Hood, he knew he was definitely a piece of work. He was basically the mastermind behind it all. He was the man who got a little bit of share of every corrupt business, and did really nothing for his citizens. He hid everything behind a smile, empty promises, and "fundraisers". Robert Locksley and Robin Hood were not a fan of him... And one day, he will take him down. One way or another.