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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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_{Location: Undisclosed - Classified Information}

Shoot to Thrill #1.06: Peaches

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Unbiased

“With this new suit, I’m thinking of a new callsign.”

“Oh?” Karoline replied, raising an eyebrow as she changed out of her civvies, reaching for her flight suit before she caught Jordan staring. With a sharp tilt of her head, she motioned for him to avert his eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who wore floss in here, Peaches. I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Nothing you haven't seen before Major,” Karoline replied, “And I seem to recall it not being enough for you since you ended up in bed with my dorm mate. About the same time you lost the privilege of calling me ‘Peaches’.” She replied with a sardonic smile giving Jordan a long wink before slowly pulling the flight suit over her underwear. Her middle finger was notably erected and standing tall above the hand that zipped the garment closed.

“You were saying something about a call sign.”

“Yeah, maybe Green… Hornet?” Jordan workshopped, “Or the ‘Iron Lantern’ since the suit is kind of a beacon of hope for people. A light in the darkness.”

“I think you’ve been listening to Stark too much. The suits are cutting edge, not sure I love the political mission attached to it.” Karoline replied.

“You could be ‘Star Sapphire’ instead of Spitfire.” Jordan suggested with an eyebrow wiggle, “Make a new identity for yourself.”

“Really? Star Sapphire?” Karoline deadpanned, “You want me to name myself after the nudie bar you and your frat boys frequented? How charming, Jordan.” Standing, she padded him on the back before walking by, pausing as she saw Jordan raise a hand out of the corner of her eye.

“Keep it classy unless you want to lose that hand.”

Jordan flashed a smile before resuming his usual gum-smacking, blowing a small bubble before it popped between his teeth. His eyes watched as Karoline’s firm behind as it bounced in the flight suit while she walked away.

Standing, Jordan followed her out onto the tarmac, passing to adjust his sunglasses as he surveyed the scene before him.

"Highball!" A nasally voice shot from across the tarmac. "Want to explain why the hell one of our personal aviation suit is green?"

"It's called style, Mr. Hammer, something you'd know nothing about judging by the Hugo Boss spineless and yet somehow still in charge fit you're currently rocking." The pilot in the brown bomber jacket called back whilst obnoxiously smacking a was of white gum against his recently whitened teeth. A pair of black aviators sat firmly on the bridge of his nose beneath slicked-back hair.

"It's Armani actually, and my personal stylist picked it out. Doesn't explain why the armour is green." Justin Hammer replied. "You can't just paint the suit on a whim, we'll need to get our engineers to look it back over, and make sure the paint didn't compromise any of the calculations. I can't lose to Stark and disappoint Mr. Stane just because my suit jockey had to customize his ride like a teenager with his first Honda Civic."

"You worry too much, it's just a little flair. I can fly circles around Captain Rhodes." Highball replied, "Though, I'd kill for another test flight before tomorrow. The suit responds like a dream."

"Tony is a hell of an inventor." Justin reluctantly agreed, "He’s definitely something of an inspiration, but you never heard me say that."

"Why?" Highball asked, "Afraid it'll grow to his already inflated head,"

"It's easy to take potshots when you're not in the trenches isn't it, Jordan?" A third voice interjected as Hammer and Highball turned to find Captain James Rhodes standing behind them

"You can't be seriously defending that blowhard?" Highball retorted, taking his glasses off to look at Rhodes. "Tony Stark builds a great machine, but you can't tell me he actually cares about the 'Metahuman' scare. It's just a way to make a profit. I'm happy to collect a paycheque kicking your tail in the Blue Yonder, but you can't deny this is all a vanity project for the 'Iron Man'."

"You're entitled to your opinion, Major Jordan, but I believe in Tony Stark and I believe in Project War Machine. The American people deserve to feel safe and I intend to instill that sense of safety in them by proving the capabilities of this personal aviation suit. The American people won't have to look to the sky and hope for a 'Superman' to save them, they'll know who is coming and they'll have the confidence it being a homegrown, American-built solution." Rhodes responded, taking a couple of steps forward before clapping Highball on the shoulder.

"Plus, I'll be taking it all in this competition."

“Whoo-hoo,” Jordan celebrated, clapping Rhodes across the back before he pumped his fists excitedly.

“Let’s freakin’ go!”

“Ah what the hell,” Hammer interjected, “Suit up, gentlemen, Project War Machine begins today.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Roth Homestead - Alumni Village, Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean}

Dance Monkey #4.012: New Perspective

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Don't Let The Light Go Out

“Aurora?” Lorcán called while entering his parents’ house. “Lady Dude, are you here?”

“I’m afraid you missed her, hun,” Tori called from the kitchen, “I also didn’t think you were supposed to be out and about just yet. The doctor didn’t call to tell us they had cleared you.”

Lorcán flashed a sheepish smile to his mother before placing the bouquet down on the counter and taking a seat on the nearby barstool.

“Probably because they weren’t choka with me leaving, I kind of like checked myself out.”

“I see,” Tori replied matter of factly before continuing to ice the dessert she was working on, “And exactly what made you think you were a more qualified medical professional than those the school chooses to employ.”

“See, Cass and Rippers got into my head that I-”

“Should find Aurora and apologize for whatever you did that made her accept a date from someone else to the Senior Dance?” Tori interrupted, “Don’t worry mon petit prince, she didn’t tell me everything but we don’t all have to be Miranda to pick up on what’s troubling a person. Though telepathy might go a long way for you and your father.”

“At this point, I’d be real keen for it,” Lorcán replied, “Why is it so hard to just say what you mean?”

“Are you asking for yourself, or are you asking for Aurora?”

“I don’t know, Mom,” Lorcán sighed, his eyes darting to the bowl of icing before fishing a finger into the rich buttercream and sticking it in his mouth.

“Rejection is a scary thing, and it hurts,” Tori’s brow furled slightly, “It hurts in the moment, but like all wounds it heals, and it won’t kill you.”

Lorcán reached for the icing again only for Tori to swat his hand away before smiling slightly.

“No.” She said firmly before her face softened, “See, that didn’t kill you, did it?”

“That’s not the same,” Lorcán protested.

“No, I imagine the icing is easier to let go, you didn’t cook up a relationship with it in your head for the past several years.”

“I can’t all be in my head,” Lorcán retorted.

“And you won’t know that unless you risk asking her,” Tori said while patting the hand she had swatted. “She could say she feels the same, she might say she’s just a friend. But it’s not the end, you get up and you keep running up that hill.”

“Like ask again?”

“No,” She shook her head, “Respect someone’s answer, what I mean is that you keep going through life, and eventually you’re going to look around and find there’s someone beside you who has been running that same hill with you.” She smiled, “And then you’ll run together.”

Lorcán nodded along to his mother’s words, thinking them through before asking another question.

“But how can you say we haven’t been running life together?”

“I didn’t say anything one way or another,” Tori answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “That sounds like something you would both need to discuss, petit prince.”

Lorcán let out another heavy sigh before looking at the sad excuse for a bouquet he had laid on the counter beside him.

“Probably a good thing I didn’t find her with those,” He chuckled, “Ripley said she was here to get a dress for her date?”

“She was,” Tori replied matter-of-factly.

“So I should probably go to the dance too then,”

“If that’s what you’d like to do,” Tori replied putting the finishing touches on her cake, “Anyone you’re thinking of asking?”

“No,” Lorcán replied honestly, “I think I’ll go stag, maybe I’ll ask ‘Rora to save me a dance.”

“Well if you’re going to the dance,” Tori smiled, “Then you’re going to need a suit. I think your father has a nice blue tie that should pair up perfectly.”

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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Okay, for that Frank would probably look the other way.

@Simple Unicycle

Excellent.

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He'd do it for free.

@Simple Unicycle

Hey, we have no quarrel. Us normal people need to stick together.

How do you feel about a heavily armed and armoured suit?

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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No interaction. Everyone, pick your borough or neighborhood and isolate.

@webboysurf

Dibs on Hell's Kitchen.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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_{Location: The Waldorf Astoria - Washington D.C., United States of America}

Shoot to Thrill #1.05: Unbiased

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Bing

“Only a mutant could have made that shot.”

“That’s your expert and completely unbiased opinion?” Happy asked, looking around the crime scene as Tony continued to use his smart glasses to scan the scene. He looked from the bloodstains on the carpet, left by the man he considered a father to the window where a hole, only slightly larger than the bullet itself was left. Minimal shards sprinkled the otherwise immaculate tiled flooring.

Stane had been found moments after being shot—one of the few benefits of the Waldorf being as popular a hotel as it was. The shot had thankfully missed Stane’s heart. Almost intentionally so, the paramedic had noted that were it even an eighth of an inch in any direction it would have severed an artery, or worse.

It wasn't an attempted murder.

It was a warning.

“Do you think J.A.R.V.I.S. is biased?” Tony asked, spinning around, “Obi is the only family I have left, he’s now being airlifted back to New York for his own safety, but this was an attack on all of us and more importantly the safety of our future.” The young billionaire snapped before tapping the frame of his glasses.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., run the trajectory again, factor in any relevant external variables and then please tell Happy that no human could make that shot.”

“Based on my computations and available data, indeed, no human could have accurately wounded Obediah Stane from the distance required to aim through a window on the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria.” J.A.R.V.S.’s posh voice echoed in the corridor.

“All surrounding rooftops put any shooter at a strategic disadvantage due to the height difference between the Waldorf Astoria and its adjacent buildings. The angle of entry indicates the shooter was not at a height disadvantage and no aircraft were reported in the area.”

“See, Happy, we’ve got the muties scared. They know what we’re building now and they’re coming for us. We can’t let Obi down.” Tony muttered while continuing to scan the Washington Skyline. “I bet the minx from last night was a mutie.”

“You realize that means you had sex with a mutant,” Happy deadpanned, “Multiple times.”

“Yeah, but I thought she was a woman then, so that makes it okay.” The younger man replied dismissively, “It’s not like she can give me mutie herpes anyways.”

“Are you sure?”

“J.A.R.V.I.S. have Pepper book a check-up,” Tony ordered. “Happy can I leave you with this? I need to catch up with Rhodes and get some suits flying.”

“Why did Obediah come this way?” Happy interrupted, causing Tony to hesitate. “It’s not like Stane would willingly use the stairs, no he said he left to get breakfast but then walked in the opposite direction of the elevator. Why do you choose to come near a window? Was he looking at something?”

“He was making a call,” Tony interjected, “Obi likes the view from that window, he always leaves his room to make calls by that window. Without fail every year we’ve been here for the convention.”

“So, a shooter could have known that,” The Head of Security suggested giving Tony pause.

“I can’t rule it out.” The young man reluctantly agreed, “J.A.R.V.I.S. who did Obi call last?” Tony asked his virtual assistant.

“Obediah Stane has made no calls today.” Came the monotonous response. Tony’s brow furrowed.

“Check again, but access local towers, run triangulation for pings which could have originated from my geographic location.” He ordered, his foot beginning to tap impatiently before Stark started to pace outside the yellow tape. Tapping his fists together before snapping his fingers, Tony impatiently waited for J.A.R.V.I.S.’s response.

“There are numerous calls which could have pinged from within the Waldorf Astoria. Curiously, one was encrypted.”

“Curiously?” Tony asked, “That's a new word for your J.A.R.V.I.S.”

“Apologies, Sir, I was merely trying to express myself more ‘humanly’.”

“Noted, schedule a self-diagnostic for later.” Tony ordered, “For now, elaborate on the encryption.”

“It’s rather unique, but not dissimilar to something your father used when communicating with Anton Vanko, his old collaborator.”

“Vanko?” An eyebrow raised on Happy’s face, “That name is familiar.”

“I've probably told you about him, he was a drinking buddy of my father's. Very into ciphers and encryptions. A relic of the Cold War, he was something of a mentor to the old man, but probably even more of a piece of work than dear ol'Dad was.”

“Leave it with me, Tony, I’ll get to the bottom of it.” Happy assured his employer, “I believe you need to get your boys in the air.”

“That I do, you’re a doll, Happy, I’d be lost without you,” Tony replied, blowing a kiss as he turned to leave again. Happy watched Tony enter the elevator before muttering quietly to himself.

“If you only knew.”

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Oh baby. You've always been the villain of this story.

@Hillan

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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_{Location: The Waldorf Astoria - Washington D.C., United States of America}

Shoot to Thrill #1.04: Bing

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Back to Bed

“There is no record of an ‘Ali Anovna’ working for any news outlet, commercial, independent or otherwise.” Happy stated while sitting as Tony paced back and forth tinkering with a new pair of glasses. A slight glow pulsed from the lenses before he placed them on his face and began looking around the room.

“In fact, there doesn’t appear to be a single woman in the world with the name ‘Ali Anovna’ nor Alicia, Alisha, Alyssa,” The head of security was rambling at this point, “Well you get it, it probably was an alias. Closest thing I can find is the surname ‘Alianovna’ which is a Slavic name meaning bright or beautiful, which hey, she was that.”

A glass flew across the room smashing against the opposing wall prompting Happy to look up from his laptop at Tony.

“Are you using Google right now? Are you seriously using Google!” Tony yelled, “Happy if I wanted my company’s best interests protected by Google, I’d buy Google!”

“Actually, it was Bing…”

“Another word,” Tony pointed a finger towards Happy, “You say another word about Bing and I’m gonna lose it.”

“Tony, Tony, take a breath,” Stane interrupted coming between the two men, “Nothing was stolen that had War Machine on it. You’ve already severed the other glasses’ connection to the server. J.A.R.V.I.S. reports no outside access, it was a mistake and a little embarrassing, but ultimately harmless.”

“I don’t make mistakes.” Tony retorted, spinning around on Stane. “And I don’t much care for being pistol-whipped when I thought it was going to be my gun going off after a night of fun with a dommy mommy.” He snapped, prompting Pepper to bury her face in her empty hand before Tony turned back to Happy and snatched the laptop out the other man’s hands.

“She wanted my fingerprints, Obi. War Machine’s encryptions are entirely based on my fingerprints overlaid from which a numerical sequence is extracted using the Fibonacci sequence.” The billionaire studied the screen, swiping several times and then typing as he spoke.

“The last thing I want is Lady KGB hacking my suits before Jordan gets a chance to crash and burn against Rhodes.”

Tony’s fingers flew across the keyboard before he spun the computer back around and shoved it into Happy’s hands.

“There, I just put Rhodey’s credentials in, you have access to several Federal intelligence databases now. Find Alianovna.”

“Tony, you can’t just hack these sites, you’re not above the law and this isn’t exactly legal.”

“Of course I am, Happy, I’m rich,”

“Tony, I can’t use this!”

“Find Alinovna!” Tony shouted back strutting out of the room, “I’m having a shower and I’m using all of the Waldorf’s hot water.”

“He’s certainly in a mood.” Stane smiled attempting to break the tension.

“You should have seen him when he found out Miss March wasn’t actually a set of twins but the same woman superimposed in the photo twice.” Happy responded, “Absolutely livid.”

“Spoiled man-child is what he is,” Pepper interjected, looking between the two men as they both turned wide-eyed with surprise that the usually meek woman had spoken up, “Oh am I not allowed to have an opinion now. I didn’t see either of you using the hacksaw to free him.”

“It’s just-” Happy started, stopping as Pepper turned on him.

“What, Happy?”

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Happy finished, “I like it.”

“I am so thrilled for you, Happy,” Pepper rolled her eyes, “Let him know his suit is laid out for him when he gets out of the shower. I’m going to have a mimosa and enjoy the brunch buffet.”

“Oh,” Happy interjected, “Uh, actually you’ll need to special order yourself one, they have strawberries on them.”

Pepper paused, her cheeks flushing slightly before she nodded to Happy.

“Uh thanks for the heads up,” She said before exiting the suite as Stane raised a thick, gray eyebrow towards Happy.

“You knew she was allergic to strawberries?” He asked with a bemused smirk.

“Of course,” Happy replied, his cheeks reddening rapidly, “It’s a, uh, security issue.”

“Smooth, Happy, smooth.” Stane clapped the head of security on the shoulder before following Pepper’s leave. “If Tony is looking at me, I’ll be at a table enjoying a New York Strip with a side of eggs.”

Stepping into the hallway, Stane watched the door close behind him before reaching for his phone and walking the opposite direction as Pepper. Waiting until the redhead was out of earshot, he tipped the device on its side and opened the SIM card before slotting a new one in. Waiting for the phone to decrypt, he watched a singular number populate the contacts before he pressed ‘call’.

“кодовое слово”

“черная вдова” Stane replied. “I’m looking for Agent Romanova, tell her it’s concerning Dynamo.”

“Please hold, comrade.” A modulated voice replied before elevator music played in Stane’s ear much to his surprise. After what felt like several minutes a voice responded.

“Do you have encryption?”

“Overlay and apply a Fibonacci sequence, it’ll unlock.”

“Thank you, comrade.” She replied, “You have performed your services adequately.” The line went dead and Stane felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck. Opening his suit jacket, he moved to put the phone back in his pocket before noticing a single red dot moving on his chest.

The large man didn’t have time to duck before glass exploded from the bullet and it found its way into his chest.