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Abner was still in awe of the Station even though he had been living on it for over a month now. The domed city on top of the reality-ship was truly something to behold, especially when it popped in and out of realities. There was such a beauty in transferring from normal space to the place in-between and back. Granted that Abner’s human mind couldn’t fully understand what happens when out of reality, it was still cool to him.

But he figured that he had spent long enough staring out into space. He had been fearing this day since he learned about it a week ago. While he was grateful for being allowed to live on the Station, he knew that it wasn’t free. He had been made an agent of Ad Infinitum and as such was at their whim. He didn’t see it that much different than his time working at Monolink, before the whole sun exploding thing happened. No, today he was to meet his new partner.

That was a touchy subject for Abner has he had only just lost his former partner about two months ago. He had been one of Abner’s only true friends, someone that didn’t make Abner feel emasculated. And then he died, killed by the one murderer that Abner could never catch. Of course by now he was roasted by the exploding sun of their reality.

Abner was anxious to see who he would be paired with. There was a chance that his partner wouldn’t even be human, as Abner had spotted many aliens and other types of creatures walking about the Station. Abner couldn’t help but wonder how he would compare to this other agent.

But he tried pushing those thoughts away as he got onto the bullet train that went around the Station. Like on his own reality, public transport was free for all, though everyone living on the Station was an employee of Ad Infinitum. While the train moved at extremely fast speeds, inertial dampeners built in meant that the riders never felt anything. The train would seemingly stop every minute, letting people and other beings off to a particular district. It would only be four minutes for Abner to reach the Agency Headquarters in the center of the Station.

Departing the train, Abner walked across the street to HQ. Once inside the massive building, Abner approached an ever rotating set of assistance desks. When he got close enough his body floated so that he was facing one of the desks. Sitting there was a man who looked human, save his bright green hair.

“How may I help you?” the man asked in an unknown language.

It only took a millisecond for Abner’s language implant to translate it into the common English of his reality.

“I’m here for my first day as an agent,” stated Abner.

“Oh, a newbie,” chuckled the receptionist, “Just walk to the transport bubbles. The computer will then confirm who you are using your bio-data.”

Abner thanked the receptionist before heading over to the transport bubbles. While he had seen them used in the Station before, Abner had never actually tried one himself. Walking open to a vacant bubble, Abner took a deep breath before pushing himself inside. He felt the slightest tinge of a scan, before hearing a beep.

“Agent Abner Prince, identity confirmed. Heading to new arrivals,” stated the mechanical voice of the bubble.

Before Abner knew it, he was floating off the ground as the transport bubble zipped across the massive building. Like with the train, Abner felt nothing as the bubble ascended to the higher levels. Then it stopped, right in front a floating cubicle. Assuming this was his destination, Abner stepped out of the bubble.

“Agent Prince right? I’m Mr. Grifford, just Mr. Grifford. I guess your partner should be here anytime now,” said a man sitting at the cubicle.

Abner gave him a quick once over. He too appeared human, with a thick red mustache and beard. What was out of the norm was that both of his arms had been replaced with metal ones. Abner did his best not to stare, as he had been told a lot of beings here on the Station are sensitive about their irregularities.


Everything that could ever happen, happens. And everything that could never happen, happens. Such is the nature of the Multiverse. From time immemorial, different realities had been aware of each other and attempted to interfere with one another. Whole factions would form that travel the Multiverse, either enslaving those they encountered, raiding all their resources, or worse. As such alliances were formed, with the purpose of protecting select realities. But the Multiverse is infinitely big and no one could account for what goes on across it.

Seemingly emerging from nowhere, Ad Infinitum is a corporation based outside of reality itself. Operating out of the Station, a massive city that floats in unreality, the history and purposes of this company is shrouded in secrecy. Seemingly in contact with countless realities, they can be hired to fix someone’s issues, dispatching agents to deal with any missions given to them.

While the higher ups are a mystery, the agents of Ad Infinitum are not. Recruited from different realities that are about to be destroyed or otherwise ruined, these skilled individuals are given a second chance if they work at the company. Generally paired together with a partner, these agents start at a low ranking, but can improve it with successful missions. It is assumed that the higher one’s ranking, the more they know about the truth of the company.

After a recent batch of mass hirings, Ad Infinitum is left with many new agents. Pairing them together quickly, they are almost immediately sent on their first mission.
For several weeks now Axton and the rest of the Steel Sharks mobile suit team had been positioned on the northern edge of Lake Nasser. While Axton was glad that he wasn’t constantly fighting the Federation forces, it did seem odd to him that neither side in the war were actively interested in Egypt. The last major communication that the Zeon forces gathered here south of the Nile river was when they delivered some supplies including a few new mobile suits from their United Maintenance Plan. Axton had lucked out and been assigned one of the new suits, a Zaku II Type F2, an upgrade on the old Zaku he had been using.

So Axton had been spending his days sitting in the radio tent of their small camp. On that early New Year’s morning, Axton was pretty sure that he was the only one up. The others had partied a little too hard for New Year’s Eve, drinking the cook’s homemade moon shine. Axton had not partaken as his constitution could not handle alcohol, especially the homemade stuff. Instead he just enjoyed the festivities, including blasting music popular back in the homeland.

The young mobile suit pilot relaxed in his seat as he scanned the camp with his artificial eyes. While the mobile suits were currently not on, the massive Dobday-class land cruiser was on, prepared for a Federation ambush, which probably wouldn’t happen with the several Dopp fighters patrolling the skies.

As his attention shifted, Axton was surprised to hear chatter coming from the radio equipment. Rushing over to it, Axton hoped the machine would give him some good news, like orders from command. However, he wasn’t prepared for what the comm system was saying.

“Effective today, January 1st UC 0080, the Principality of Zeon has signed a treaty with the Earth Federation. The Principality shall dissolve and become a Republic, retaining its independence. However it will cease all military productions and turn over all remaining weapons of war. Again, we are just getting word that effective today…”

While Axton knew this was an Earth based broadcast, he didn’t think it was misinformation. Despite what the officers were saying about the war going great, Axton had spent enough time near the radio to hear snippets of how the Federation had been taking the fight all the way to Side 3. As much as he hated to admit it, this meant the war was over. Zeon lost.

But that couldn’t be it, they had all fought so hard to defeat the Federation. Axton kept remembering his brother’s funeral, in which they had nothing to bury as his body had been annihilated by a nuclear weapon. How could he face his family and say that he failed, he never got vengeance. The thought infuriated Axton.

“Lieutenant Huber,” said a voice from behind Axton, “Has this been verified? Has there been a treaty?”

Axton turned around and saw Major Sone, the current head of the Steel Sharks. Even with his comically thin mustache, Axton could see that this was no laughing matter. A year’s worth of stress was evident on his face as he stared at the Second Lieutenant.

“It seems to be true, but we still have to confirm with official sources,” replied Axton.

As they spoke, several members of the crew were getting up and going over to the radio tent to see what was going on. Axton really hoped that Major Sone would explain things, as he didn’t want to be the one to tell his brothers in arms that they lost the war.


The most deadly conflict in human history, the One Year War, has come to a close. The conflict between the Earth Federation and the Principality of Zeon resulted in the death of 5.9 billion people, more than half the total population of humanity. Both sides would commit atrocities, making some of the worst horrors of war. While at times during the war the two sides would seem to be matched, in the final months the Earth Federation would win several decisive battles, including that of Operation Star One. This final push on Zeon would result in the death of the ruling Zabi family and the capture of Side 3. The very next day a treaty was signed, Zeon surrendering to the Earth Federation and disbanding its military.

The news of the treaty would quickly reach all corners of the Earth and nearby space. The remaining Zeon forces were ordered to disband and hand all military equipment over to the Federation forces. While some units would comply, several members of Zeon’s military would refuse. Those in space would hide on the dark side of the Moon, or even flee to the barely settled frontier of Mars. However, for those Zeon forces left on Earth, they would have a much harder time as they were actively hunted by the Federation.

One such unit was the Steel Sharks. Based out of Egypt currently, the unit had been formed to help with Zeon’s battle in Northern Africa. However they had been receiving less and less support from the homeland, the last package of goods including a few new mobile suits. Hearing about Zeon’s surrender over the Federation media, the Steel Sharks are having a hard time accepting that the war is over. Having sacrificed so much, they decide to keep fighting. But a single unit could not hold out long against the entire Federation army, so they’ll need to find allies, and fast.
Bump.

Still plenty of room on the Council of Night. Anyone that feels like playing a monster might want to check it out. OOC link is in the post above this one.
@Sailorsadie
So Cameron is now accepted. Move her sheet over to the characters tab.

@Eviledd1984
So the text is a lot easier to read now. I’ll look over the sheet completely once it’s complete.

@Expendable
So playing as a Sphynx is interesting, but perhaps you should elaborate on your take on the species. Also the weakness section should include the specific way to defeat your monster, as all good monsters have some kind of weakness.

Other than that, I see you labeled it a WIP so I’m figuring you’ll flesh out some of the other sections before you declare it a finished sheet.

@shagranoz
Still interested in playing that human-friendly Lich?
@nymian
So I decided to post. Hope you don't mind that I pushed us to the location where Ghost went missing. I though maybe that would make it easier for people to post.
As Dick and the other Titans entered the hangar Soleil mentioned that her hero name was Solwing. That was interesting as Dick had once considered changing his codename to something similar. After a particularly bad fight with Batman, Dick said he was giving up being Robin and was going to leave Gotham, taking up either the name Darkwing or Knightwing. While Dick would eventually leave Gotham, he would do so on good terms with Batman and still retaining the Robin name.

But Dick chocked the whole naming similarity to coincidence. Living in Gotham had taught Dick that some crazy coincidences did occur, and not everything was a clue like Batman sometimes believed. However, a thing that Dick had taken from Batman was a need to always be prepared. As such with the T-Jet, Dick had put in hundreds of hours of flight time, earning his pilot’s license. Also he insisted that the tank was always kept full, just for moments like this when they needed to depart quickly.

“Everybody, load up!” shouted Dick.

Stepping into the T-Jet, Dick took an immediate seat in the pilot’s chair. The controls were very familiar to him, having been based on that of the Batwing. It was like playing a nostalgic video game, Dick’s hands knowing what to do without consciously thinking. As he went through the pre-flight checkup, Dick quickly glanced backward to make sure his team mates had taken a seat. While he would’ve liked the full team on the mission, Dick knew that the work that Cyborg and Beast Boy were doing out of the city was important. And he technically had replacements in the form of Grazer and Solwing, though he wasn’t sure how they would fare on an actual mission.

Once satisfied that the T-Jet and the Titans were ready to go, Dick started the engine, which ran almost silently. Lifting off the hangar floor, Dick would begin having the T-Jet fly straight, into what looked like a wall. However as the vehicle approached the wall, it opened to reveal the bay just outside Titans Tower.

Once soaring above Jump City, Dick began to speak, “Alright, Titans. We’re not sure what we’re getting into, so everyone stay close. We have to assume that it’s an emergency situation with Ghost.”

In the back of his mind, Dick prepared himself for the worst. Other heroes had fallen in the line of duty before, but never a Titan. The heroes of Jump City had been quite fortunate in that they all were alive. Dick couldn’t help but remember his last time at Justice League HQ and seeing the newly installed statues of dead League members. But Dick knew it wouldn’t come to that as the Titans were going to save Ghost. Everyone was getting out of this alive.

Dick’s dark musings were interrupted when the T-Jet beeped to announce that they had reached their destination. Stopping the horizontal movement of the T-Jet, Dick would have the vehicle descend vertically onto the roof of the big building from where Ghost had lost contact.

Upon landing, Dick turned to his team mates, “Here we go. We do this smart, we do this together.”

Dick then unstrapped himself from his chair and exited the T-Jet. Pulling out his bolo staff, Dick walked softly onto the roof, unsure of what dangers could be lurking there.





Lio was still impressed with meeting Captain Marvel, when the hero said he couldn’t just wait for the Titans to come back. Lio was unsure of what to say, especially when he noticed the T-Jet leave the hangar and head toward the city.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure what Robin wants you to do,” said Lio sheepishly.

Then the very large man, Captain Marvel had called him Bob, suggested that he should come and help. Looking over the massive man, Lio did believe that he could be useful in a fight. Plus if he was here about potentially joining the Titans, this could be a good chance for him to prove himself. After all, Robin had allowed that Soleil girl to go with the team, so why not this Bob guy.

Captain Marvel then offered to fly Bob over to the Titans, though he said he would let them handle their own mission. Lio was grateful for this as he still hadn’t fully mastered the art of flying while levitating someone else with his pseudo-ring. With Lio’s luck he would accidentally drop Bob into the ocean and he would sink to the bottom.

“I think Robin would be cool with that,” Lio stated, “We’re in such a rush because a team mate called for help before going off-line. We have the coordinates and are headed there now. So if you Captain don’t mind carrying Bob, we can head right over.”

It would then seem that the three men were in agreement, as Lio lifted off the floor in front of Titans Tower. Next to him was Captain Marvel, holding the massive Bob with seemingly no effort. They then departed from the Tower area, Lio racing just above the water, a silver glow all around him.

In less than a minute they were over the city proper. Lio had his pseudo-ring send the coordinates to his mind, giving real time directions. Lio would zig zag throughout Jump City, Captain Marvel easily keeping pace behind him. Eventually, Lio would spot the building, the big orange plane that was the T-Jet on its roof.

Lio would land on the roof just as the other Titans departed the T-Jet. Walking over to Robin, Lio would rub the back of his head.

“So I kind of allowed that Bob guy to join us on the mission,” said Lio, “I mean he was here about joining the Titans, right? Also Captain Marvel is here, but apparently he’s just here to watch.”

Lio hoped that his choice was alright. While he understood that the Titans were pretty relaxed, he was still wary of Robin, as no one could work for the Batman without becoming as rigid as him.
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