It is the age of millenials. The Lord of Chaos, Dormammu, living up to his name, is attempting to create chaos across all the different dimensional universes. Currently, he has taken people with special abilities from various dimensions and dropped them off on Dimension 420. Some of these people did it willingly while others were probably threatened into compliance. Since he cannot collide the universes alone, he requires these unique people to become the catalyst that set his plans in motion: to collide the dimensions together. These people have been teleported straight to the classified American facility known to the general public as Area 51. Unfortunately for them, they have been captured by the ruthless The General and the troops under his command and were placed into containment cells located 30 stories below the surface. These containment cells could dampen the prisoner's energy, which would most likely hinder them from attempting to escape.
Jack sat there, grumbling to himself a little bit. Wouldn't even give him a ball or anything. He didn't even have a chance to figure out what happened and boom! Taken away and locked up! Reminded him of stories his parents would tell him about how mutants were treated in the past. Then again... if he waited for food he could escape. Just something he could charge. Something he could blow the door with without killing himself. All he needed was time. He was curious if anyone else he knew had been teleported here? Maybe he'd actually have some help.
The green-haired teen punched one of the walls of his cell! "Mother of a fuck!" He grumbled as all he managed to do was cause his knuckles of the recently healed right arm to bleed...
He'd woken up 2 hours ago AGAIN in captivity, only this time he wasn't strapped to a hospital bed and still had his clothes. He'd woken up in an alley in some city one of the locals called 'Shitown' or something. He wandered around then nearly got run down by something called a 'truck'. Mistaking it for one of the mechanical monsters that killed his boys and took him to be...operated on, the teen did what anyone from his berg would do...punch the damn thing!
Apparently that was some kind of feat, because it immediately brought the authorities down upon him and he found himself being shot at! He hauled ass and kept a low profile for a couple of days; even got a change of clothes, ditching the burnt and tattered remains of his old ones plus the medical gown. But they eventually caught up with him, the last thing he remembered seeing were guys in black suits advancing.
The day had finally come. Who would expect that over 2 million damn Millennials would show up on the bases front doorstep? The general leaned back in his chair with his feet on the table. He was passing the time by smoking a big fat cigar and blowing smoke rings. It was expected that the raid would begin any minute now but it knowing these people it's difficult to tell. Only a few minutes passed before a major barged into his office, his face was stricken with fear. "The.. they are lined up sir..." He stammered. There was a cold look in the Major's eyes. "Anything else?" The general responded. The major looked down at his feet "The furries sir... they are on the front lines." The General grumbled something under his breath before taking another puff of his cigar. "Are they armed well?" Asked the general. The major nodded his head. The general sighed before getting to his feet. "This will be good artillery practice, tell the boys not to hold back." The Major quickly saluted "Aye Sir!" and rushed off to give orders. "I suppose I should start the interrogation" he sighed. Demetries left his office and took the elevator to the lowest floor.
Above Area 51, a Blackhawk helicopter of the Nightstalkers began to fly towards a landing zone. He looked back at the troops in his bird, trying to read them. He finally looked over to the fence shaking his head.
"Not like they'll find anything." All the good stuff was hidden. He knew well. He'd played sky crane to some weird things recently. The pilot soon touched down, giving everyone the go ahead. "Wonder what the General has planned with this?"
Tara Connor last remembred being in a fight against another terminator, a T-1000 in Barcelona. She was first there to enjoy the city a little, dressed in causal clothing, grab a nice drink or two and have fun. But her plans where mesed up when she was attacked by another terminator. She had the upper hand, but the pair was ambushed by an unknown enemy, sending an EMP rocket towards the pair. She did not know who launched the advanced missile, but after the moment that it exploded, the EMP blast shut her systems down.
Uknown to her, moments after the EMP shut her down, an intergalactic creature, Dormammu, had her transported into another dimension, to a secret military base and that her current location was 30 stories underground, in that base.
On reactivating, Tara found herself in a small room. She looked around, but the room had no window and the door had no handle on it. Finding it strange, she walked up to the rood, peeking out a tiny window that was on the door. When she tried to analize the room, she found that her Hud system was somehow corrupted, now showing what she needed, and also having sort sort of heavy interference, causing her to get annoyed. For her, problems with her HUD... was like not being to see well for a human.
She figures that there was only one way out... threght that door. She walked over to it, and slightly pushed it with the tips of her fingers, hoping it would give in to slight force... when did did not happen, she glared at the steel door coldly, and used her terminator strenght to brutally rip most of the door open, casuid a very loud banging noise.
She smirked, casually walking out, looking in both ways before deciding on one side of the long metallic hallway. Once outside of the small room, she still had slight trouble using her HUD but it was much better now. She looked backwards for a moment, being slightly impressed. Power Dampening tech... not bad... but that would not stop her either. She did not realise that due to the rocket attack on her, a part of her face was missing, revealing her endoskeleton skull and one of her red eyes. plus, she did have a fairly dirty clothing due to the fight with the other terminator.
Spectre had successfully infiltrated Area 51 by taking the uniform, equipment, and access badges and codes from an unfortunate Black Ops soldier. While he did not kill the soldier, he made sure that he wouldn't be conscious for at least a few hours by drugging him and hiding his body in a janitorial closet. His reasons for entering Area 51 were purely personal, but since over 3 million millenials were planning to launch a raid on Area 51 tonight, most of the security and US forces had their hands full in getting the government base's defenses ready. This allowed him to mostly slip by the regular troops unnoticed while in the Black Ops uniform, but he was wary that he might need clearance to access the underground levels.
As for personal reasons, everyone knew the government was hiding something in Area 51. He needed something to help his body regenerate and heal faster. Being a mercenary used by various governments around the world, sometimes he would sustain injuries which would keep him out of the business for weeks, sometimes months at a time. Since he had worked for many different governments, he had seen all forms of corruption and hypocrisy imaginable. However, his last assignment made him rethink his stance on most of the western nations.
Spectre was assigned to kill one of the lead scientists who worked at Area 51 along with his entire family. A purely confidential subject indeed, but he couldn't bring himself to kill an innocent woman and her children, so he spared the scientist and his family's lives, in exchange for knowledge on what he was seeking out. The deaths were staged and the DNA tests were forged, deceiving the higher ranks of the government.
Currently, he was at least 30 stories below the Earth's surface traversing throughout this government facility. He took note that most of the weapons in the armory were locked using fingerprint recognition, meaning that the weapons can't be used to shoot unless the user's biometrics were in the system. Fortunately for him, he had taken fingerprints off of the Black Ops soldier he had taken out. The only weapons that weren't locked using biometrics were your typical firearms, like the M1911 and M9 Beretta pistols and the MP5 and UMP45 submachine guns. All other assault rifles, snipers, shotguns, light machine guns, and many more were locked.
He then had to make his way through the cell block before reaching the bio labs. While walking through the containment cells, he noticed that there were both humans and nonhumans being contained. Some of them looked like they had just come out of a comic book or some video game. Some of them were coming to their senses and decided to see what's going on here.
"So why is Area 51 holding comic book characters in containment cells?" Spectre asked the captives coming to their senses.
Post by Antonia Stark on Jul 24, 2019 18:42:07 GMT
Toni looked around at the others. To the girl... robot... thing reactivating, to the boy punching the walls, and then finally to the guy who finally asked a logical question. “I don’t know. If I had my cellphone on me, I could call Daddy and he’d have us out of here in no time. You don’t become the second richest person worldwide by just standing idly by.”
She smirked. “Now that I think about it, JARVIS would be helpful too.” Then she sat down. “Ew, this floor is cold. I don’t want to be here. On that note, why am I here? I shouldn’t be here.” The last Toni clearly remembered, she was in her lab. And then, of course, there was an explosion. But the last time she’d blown something up, she’d gotten away with a glance from her father, not thrown in a cell with other people.
She looked at Blackout and smirked. “I don’t know. I heard my name accompanied by the word ‘alien’ and ‘UFO’ earlier so I’m not too sure what’s going on. All I know is I want to blow some stuff up and get out of here. Maybe kill two birds with one stone.”
As he was pondering his situation, he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Soon a man entered the cell block; the teen watched him, the man seemed confused about the occupants. "That's a VERY good question, why not ask the boys who grabbed me?"
Meanwhile, he heard someone else speak up; it was a girl in one of the cells opposite to his. She mentioned her 'Daddy' like he owned the place. "Maybe you were a baaaaaad li'l girl and needed to be punished?"
However, he did like her idea of blowing something up...especially after being abducted TWICE!
Jake stopped hitting the wall as he heard someone else. Someone walked down the hall. A military man, asking why comic characters were imprisoned. Comic book characters? He then heard a voice that seemed familiar, but he couldn’t really pin point how he knew it. It was a girl about his age that said if she had her phone she’d call her dad to get her out? Wait.... What? Then she mentioned JARVIS. She was a Stark! Great.... Well at least that was someone somewhat familiar. The other guy and robochick not so much. “Ain’t sure army boy. All I remember is appearin’ere and bein’ captured. May’ve tried to explode my way outta things. But, ‘ey. If you won’t let us out, an’ considerin’ the lil’ lady here wants to make a boom, anyone got somethin’ they’re willing to neva see again... that can get ta me somehow?”
Dormammu sat within the Dark Dimension, his powers stretched from one dimension to another connecting them all, he felt as though he was being drawn thin, but his trademark grin plastered his ethereal features. The meddlesome Strange and his magics would soon face challenges his puny human brain could barely fathom. Dormammu cared not for the other dimensions he would disrupt, know he would crush them all, smash them to pieces, he would unleash eldritch horrors upon them, beings of power even the Avengers could not fathom, and speaking of, at last that most meddlesome dimension was in his long grasp, and he would a send a message to one of their number, the most annoying one. "Stark.........." he whispered into the void, and then as the thousands of tentacles of power reached out he sent a vision to the one called Stark.
**In this vision Tony would see cities burn, and star-ships clash in the nether reaches of space, some he knew from his forays into the galaxy at large some he would recognize from comics and movies, planets imploded and where shot from doomsday devices. The world's he saw where at one familiar and foreign all at once, images of friends and family dying flashed for him at the center of it all a massive being held all the worlds in never ending chaos, his head crowned with flames that oh so familiar wretched grin, the vision spun faster and faster, speeding and the world as Tony Stark knew it began to shift and quake. He was but a leaf in the wind and there was nothing he could do to hold the tempest at bay, the very fabric and foundations of reality would warp and twist and the universe as all knew it would cease to be parallel but collided even works he knew as fiction would be reality. Chaos sweet sweet chaos, and the power at the center of it all, smiled with glee and Tony could feel his revelary in his success, for from this chaos he would grow with power and strike all dimensions as one.**
Dormammu sent this Vision to Tony Stark, and Stark alone, he would know what the Dread One had accomplished, at long last true chaos would reign, though some things would merely be in the new world, Dormammu at last wrenched his power, and yanked them together in front of him, the Multiverse would now collide, universes, once thought unreachable would clash, they would be one and he willed it so, and like a blast like that of the big bang once only witnessed by the Celestial beings, once more occured, Dormammu however kept one dimension separate, the Dark Dimension would remain unseen, under the fold of this new chaos, and he would recoup for his energy in this act was spent, but time he had eons to recoup his reserves for the new world he had sown would be in chaos, and by the time they figured him out it would be far to late, and as the multiverse collides, he retreated into a small corner of his world and began his planning and his rest. "Soon....Soon....soon....Soon........soooooooon." would echo in many telepaths heads, the voice harsh and unforgiving, an intrusion on their thoughts. Dormammu would come to rule his chaos when the time was right.
Tony Stark, The Mechanic, The Consultant, The Invincible Iron Man. Was bored, and being lazy, he was lounged on his couch, atop his suite in Avengers tower, everything was modern and he was lazily channel flipping watching various news outlets at once, there where six or seven screens going at once, not to mention he was surrounded by a holo image displaying a schematic for a new suit, vastly different than his own, his phone rang, he waved a hand. ::Tony you have a meeting at three with senator Ross today.:: "Cancel it, I'm uh...Busy" Tony said and let the phone hang up, he went back to his tinkering, suddenly there was a blinding flash.
**Tony was thrown into chaos, he saw star destroyers and odd robots massive in size changing into regular everyday cars, he saw reality bend and warp, change and twist, a whisper in his mind a pulsating evil, a flaming head and a grimacing etched grin. Dormammu was coming, or up to something, the vision changed worlds exploded, it spun faster and faster, chaos reigned, millions upon millions dying, as the multiverse was crashed together heroes rising and falling, from various worlds, Tony gasped in his penthouse suite, unsure if what he saw was reality or foresight as quick as it came it was over, with the echo of his name the word soon, soon soon ringing in his head**
Then it happened the earth seemed to shift and quake Tony lurched forward, and threw up whatever he saw was happening right now, he blinked and suddenly air was rushing around him and he was falling through a blinding white circle. "FRIDAY!" He bellowed as he fell through the portal beside him seemingly falling down into the light as well was a two story tall robot red and blue in color on the other side was a Star Destroyer from starwars, which he was rather alarmed at the size but he was free falling. ::Yeah boss?:: "What the hell is happening? What energy readings can you give?" While Friday worked on algorithms Tony burst through the light still falling suitless but now in a skydiving like posture the things that went through with him where now gone and he was falling about 5,000 feet up he could see the earth fast approaching. ::It appears as though there has been a dimensional shift, if it helps any at all boss, Avengers Tower hasn't left New York, accept it's not the same New york...And something else theres crazy energy reading everywhere boss, I can't pinpoint any sources for how you're where you are...:: "That was helpful.." Tony muttered to himself finally he tapped his reactor twice and suddenly armor began to spread from his chest wrapping him in his latest invention, the Mark L Iron Man armor, nanotech something he had perfected only recently as the last piece connected and his boosters engaged he set himself in a dive towards earth he could hear explosions and other chaos coming from what appeared to be desert below, then he saw the outline of what he assumed was his personal complex Stark 51, not yet realizing that it was as it was before he bought it in this reality and it seemed as though a war had broken out right in front of it. "Friday, get me reads on everything happening down there stat, and call Rhody! Yesterday! And anyone else see if they've been sent wherever we are and get them to Nevada and call Antonia!!" Friday replied in the affirmative and tony increased his speed downward, wanting to inspect what has happening with his own eyes.
It took several minutes for the elevator to reach the floor of his destination. When the doors finally opened he was greeted with a dark gloomy setting of Iron bars and layers upon layers of concrete. The general took a big breath of air through his mouth and released it through his nose. The air was musty and damp, it accommodated the dark space very well. He began to march towards the cells with haste in his step. Demetries always found interrogations to be fun. It gave him the freedom to truly break the enemy and expose the true meaning of their worthless lives.
The general cracked a psychotic grin before addressing all the inmates. "Listen here you worthless pieces of shit!" He yelled. "You all must be wondering why we captured you and secured you here under this facility?" He paused "I suppose I should be asking you why you decided to infiltrate the glorious USA?" He began to walk around peering into each cell as he spoke. "Perhaps you are Russian spies sent here to topple our country. Maybe you are Aliens here to collect data so when you finally invade Earth you can finish us off quickly and efficiently. Whatever the case maybe It is my job to figure it out." He paused "It's also my job to break you"
The general pulled out a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and began to smoke it. "Let's not make this any more difficult then we have to." After saying this a guard approached him with a cart scattered with a variety of different torture tools. As he looked around he noticed a rather confused looking guard. Demetries approached Blackout and examined him thoroughly. It seemed he must have been a new recruit or something. Normally he would dismiss the guards for interrogations but the General much preferred the idea of scaring the boy. "Why don't you help me with the interrogation cadet."
Spectre looked at the captives more closely and realized that a couple of them were basically kids. Why there were kids in containment cells and what the heck they were doing at Area 51 was something of concern to him, but he knew that the government would bullshit their way around anything. He wasn't planning on leaving them there but he needed to know first why they were being held captive. What if they were aliens disguised as humans like that movie with Ben Stiller called The Watch? Of course, he couldn't take these kids to an orgy party like in the film but it gave him endless theories of what these captives were.
"You all seem willing to blow shit up even though I'm basically talking to minors." Spectre smirked at the kids. "Of course, if you don't want to wait 12 more minutes, be my guest and blow yourselves back to Cincinnati's comic-con." He said as he held his arm out before taking a sarcastic bow. "Now do any of you midgets know where the bio lab is?" He asked the contained people while looking down at his wrist watch.
He couldn't break them out yet anyways, not until the millenials fully launch their raid on Area 51. Opening a cell would trigger the alarms, so he knew it would be best to try when the millennial raid was going on outside. It would help distract any forces on ground and minimize forces inside the base. Plus, he needed to find what he came for first, otherwise he would've blown his best opportunity.
Unfortunately, Spectre lost his opportunity to enter the bio lab when The General entered the detention level and looked straight at him. He wasn't intimidated by this US general, but rather not giving 2 shits about who he was. The general's breath was also so stale when he began speaking it made Spectre slightly gag, but that was probably the least of his worries. He didn't want to stick around, but the general wanted him to be present during interrogation. It made him become suspicious over what the general had planned. The clock on his watch was quickly counting down so he hoped this general would be over with this interrogation in under 10 minutes. If not, there was always the option to give the general a little nap on the floor, maybe with a small concussion as well.
Demetries turned to the first cell on his left. As he peered inside he would see a fairly young boy no older than 15. The General let out an audible chuckle at sight of this. "Yea let's start with frosted tips over here." He said while opening his cell. He slowly rolled the cart right next to the boy and he gestured for Blackout to come closer. "It's typically key to always rough up the questioning before the actual torture begins." The General slowly turns to the boy and punches him square in the jaw. He turns to Blackout and gestures towards the inmate. "Why don't you try for a little bit."