Worthy of their Mettle: a Superhero Timeline

[lordroel]

Aug 12, 2017 4:38:40 GMT spanishspy said:

Modling Air Force Base, south of Vienna

None of this made any sense to Annette. Aliens to whom the US government was beholden? An international force to be sent to other worlds?

I fear this is a trap, if the Stewards are able to get the human heroes of world, earth is more vulnerable to invasion by them.

[stevep]

Aug 12, 2017 8:57:01 GMT lordroel said:

Aug 12, 2017 4:38:40 GMT spanishspy said:

Modling Air Force Base, south of Vienna

None of this made any sense to Annette. Aliens to whom the US government was beholden? An international force to be sent to other worlds?

I fear this is a trap, if the Stewards are able to get the human heroes of world, earth is more vulnerable to invasion by them.

  There is that and also the ability to get cheap but possibly powerful cannon-fodder as well.  Sorry if I sound cynical but the story so far is grim enough that I fear the worst.

[lordroel]

Aug 12, 2017 10:34:40 GMT stevep said:

Aug 12, 2017 8:57:01 GMT lordroel said:

I fear this is a trap, if the Stewards are able to get the human heroes of world, earth is more vulnerable to invasion by them.

  There is that and also the ability to get cheap but possibly powerful cannon-fodder as well.  Sorry if I sound cynical but the story so far is grim enough that I fear the worst.

Well Humanity tends to be with several billion people a good cheap labor and cannon fodder force.

[spanishspy]

The bunker under the fortress of Belgrade was packed with generals and admirals and air marshals and other such people. Above the fortress was the statue of Pobednik, the Victor, who commemorated Serbia's victory in its wars. Apropos of both past and present situations, it looked towards Austria.

Black George was decidedly not content with their chatter. He merely sat at the head of the table and listened halfheartedly. It had been twenty minutes since the American superwoman had destroyed one of his planes, and the options were to strike or not to strike.

"We need to respond now! We need to take down Modling before the Americans can respond!" blurted out general Milosevic. Black George trusted Milosevic but found him to be rather grandiose at times.

General Karadzic backed Milosevic. "Do it! Listen to Slobodan and get it done! They will pummel us!"

There were a few objectors, like Vojislav Seselj and Mirko Jovic, wanted a more measured response. Black George saw them merely as squabbling fools who hadn't been necessary for about two decades.

"Enough."

There was silence.

"Send in a large wave of bombers to take down Modling and other smaller installations in Tyrol and Styria. That being said, send another group of both aircraft and Enhanced Chetniks to escort me."

"Where are you going?" asked Seselj.

"Vienna."

With that he left the room, and took off into flight, as his synthesis as the embodiment of the Serbian nation had given him. He could fly and squash tanks and manipulate objects without touching them; not uncommon powers by themselves, but he was powered by all Serbia. He knew what he could do.

And as he flew to Vienna more flying men and women, and fighter planes, came behind him. They didn't need to protect him; he could take care of American planes by himself. He did so. He smashed the fighters and the bombers and maybe a few transport planes.

He could hear the alarm sirens of Vienna pulsating, warning the people of that shackled nation to flee and let their foreign overlords defend them.

With his landing the gloriette at Schonbrunn Palace shattered, and the earth below him shook.

[lordroel]

Aug 17, 2017 3:50:07 GMT spanishspy said:

The bunker under the fortress of Belgrade was packed with generals and admirals and air marshals and other such people. Above the fortress was the statue of Pobednik, the Victor, who commemorated Serbia's victory in its wars. Apropos of both past and present situations, it looked towards Austria.

Black George was decidedly not content with their chatter. He merely sat at the head of the table and listened halfheartedly. It had been twenty minutes since the American superwoman had destroyed one of his planes, and the options were to strike or not to strike.

"We need to respond now! We need to take down Modling before the Americans can respond!" blurted out general Milosevic. Black George trusted Milosevic but found him to be rather grandiose at times.

General Karadzic backed Milosevic. "Do it! Listen to Slobodan and get it done! They will pummel us!"

There were a few objectors, like Vojislav Seselj and Mirko Jovic, wanted a more measured response. Black George saw them merely as squabbling fools who hadn't been necessary for about two decades.

"Enough."

There was silence.

"Send in a large wave of bombers to take down Modling and other smaller installations in Tyrol and Styria. That being said, send another group of both aircraft and Enhanced Chetniks to escort me."

"Where are you going?" asked Seselj.

"Vienna."

With that he left the room, and took off into flight, as his synthesis as the embodiment of the Serbian nation had given him. He could fly and squash tanks and manipulate objects without touching them; not uncommon powers by themselves, but he was powered by all Serbia. He knew what he could do.

And as he flew to Vienna more flying men and women, and fighter planes, came behind him. They didn't need to protect him; he could take care of American planes by himself. He did so. He smashed the fighters and the bombers and maybe a few transport planes.

He could hear the alarm sirens of Vienna pulsating, warning the people of that shackled nation to flee and let their foreign overlords defend them.

With his landing the gloriette at Schonbrunn Palace shattered, and the earth below him shook.

Wonder if Austria has its own super heroes.

[spanishspy]

Aug 17, 2017 3:54:16 GMT lordroel said:

Aug 17, 2017 3:50:07 GMT spanishspy said:

The bunker under the fortress of Belgrade was packed with generals and admirals and air marshals and other such people. Above the fortress was the statue of Pobednik, the Victor, who commemorated Serbia's victory in its wars. Apropos of both past and present situations, it looked towards Austria.

Black George was decidedly not content with their chatter. He merely sat at the head of the table and listened halfheartedly. It had been twenty minutes since the American superwoman had destroyed one of his planes, and the options were to strike or not to strike.

"We need to respond now! We need to take down Modling before the Americans can respond!" blurted out general Milosevic. Black George trusted Milosevic but found him to be rather grandiose at times.

General Karadzic backed Milosevic. "Do it! Listen to Slobodan and get it done! They will pummel us!"

There were a few objectors, like Vojislav Seselj and Mirko Jovic, wanted a more measured response. Black George saw them merely as squabbling fools who hadn't been necessary for about two decades.

"Enough."

There was silence.

"Send in a large wave of bombers to take down Modling and other smaller installations in Tyrol and Styria. That being said, send another group of both aircraft and Enhanced Chetniks to escort me."

"Where are you going?" asked Seselj.

"Vienna."

With that he left the room, and took off into flight, as his synthesis as the embodiment of the Serbian nation had given him. He could fly and squash tanks and manipulate objects without touching them; not uncommon powers by themselves, but he was powered by all Serbia. He knew what he could do.

And as he flew to Vienna more flying men and women, and fighter planes, came behind him. They didn't need to protect him; he could take care of American planes by himself. He did so. He smashed the fighters and the bombers and maybe a few transport planes.

He could hear the alarm sirens of Vienna pulsating, warning the people of that shackled nation to flee and let their foreign overlords defend them.

With his landing the gloriette at Schonbrunn Palace shattered, and the earth below him shook.

Wonder if Austria has its own super heroes.

They have a few like most nations do. 

[lordroel]

Aug 17, 2017 12:57:45 GMT spanishspy said:

Aug 17, 2017 3:54:16 GMT lordroel said:

Wonder if Austria has its own super heroes.

They have a few like most nations do. 

Lets see if they have a change to prove themselves.

[stevep]

I would expecy Black George and his men are going to go down although how many innocents will be lost, both in Austria and Serbia before thise exchange is over.

[spanishspy]

Annette had never been to Vienna, and as such she needed to be dropped over there. She could not yet find it in the morass of perception she experienced, but she could get vague inklings. She had never been to London, but she had found what had appeared to be the London she had read of.

Still wasn't good enough to get there herself, so here she was onboard this plane. The Magnificent Intentions were behind her. All was silent.

Gonzalez, who was still at Modling, was giving them a briefing. "You see," he stated plainly, "he's powerful. But nothing compared to Vucub-Caquix."

Annette could hear the Magnificent Intentions murmur when he mentioned that. She could sense that they were in awe of her. She payed them no heed.

"He is currently on the grounds of the Schonbrunn Palace. He is currently engaged with an Austrian special forces team of superhumans. You are to provide them backup. Godspeed."

The intercom, from which the pilot spoke, announced that they would be over Schonbrunn Palace soon. The Magnificent Intentions (the ones that couldn't fly, anyway) prepared their parachutes.

The plane's floor opened out onto the air, and below she could see the battle. She pinpointed her location, and in an instant she was there.

Black George threw objects and beams at two Austrian superhumans, one man and one woman. They were clearly exhausted.

"I will give you one chance to surrender," she said without frills to him. "Otherwise you will never see your beloved Serbia again."

He stopped. "Really? I don't know who you are, but I assure you that the patriarch of all Serbs will defeat whatever you pathetic mongrel Americans can throw at me!"

He began monologuing. She opened a portal behind him, and he was sucked in.

Only after that did the parachuting Intentions land.

"That's it?" one asked.

"Yes. I was the one who took down Vucub Caquix, if you were not aware."

"Good show, Annette!" remarked Gonzalez from her transceiver. "That was almost anticlimactic!"

"So is Rumsfeld going to use me to take down third world tinpot dictators now? Is that it?"

"Not necessarily. As I said, you have great things in your future. And I believe you have passed the test."

[lordroel]

Aug 18, 2017 3:01:18 GMT spanishspy said:

Annette had never been to Vienna, and as such she needed to be dropped over there. She could not yet find it in the morass of perception she experienced, but she could get vague inklings. She had never been to London, but she had found what had appeared to be the London she had read of.

Still wasn't good enough to get there herself, so here she was onboard this plane. The Magnificent Intentions were behind her. All was silent.

Gonzalez, who was still at Modling, was giving them a briefing. "You see," he stated plainly, "he's powerful. But nothing compared to Vucub-Caquix."

Annette could hear the Magnificent Intentions murmur when he mentioned that. She could sense that they were in awe of her. She payed them no heed.

"He is currently on the grounds of the Schonbrunn Palace. He is currently engaged with an Austrian special forces team of superhumans. You are to provide them backup. Godspeed."

The intercom, from which the pilot spoke, announced that they would be over Schonbrunn Palace soon. The Magnificent Intentions (the ones that couldn't fly, anyway) prepared their parachutes.

The plane's floor opened out onto the air, and below she could see the battle. She pinpointed her location, and in an instant she was there.

Black George threw objects and beams at two Austrian superhumans, one man and one woman. They were clearly exhausted.

"I will give you one chance to surrender," she said without frills to him. "Otherwise you will never see your beloved Serbia again."

He stopped. "Really? I don't know who you are, but I assure you that the patriarch of all Serbs will defeat whatever you pathetic mongrel Americans can throw at me!"

He began monologuing. She opened a portal behind him, and he was sucked in.

Only after that did the parachuting Intentions land.

"That's it?" one asked.

"Yes. I was the one who took down Vucub Caquix, if you were not aware."

"Good show, Annette!" remarked Gonzalez from her transceiver. "That was almost anticlimactic!"

"So is Rumsfeld going to use me to take down third world tinpot dictators now? Is that it?"

"Not necessarily. As I said, you have great things in your future. And I believe you have passed the test."

Nice, let the showdown begin.

[spanishspy]

Evreux, France

Much like a lot of Normandy, and indeed a lot of France, Evreux was a bombed out shell of what it once had been. Even after the military had withdrawn, the forces of Cabrakan had taken great care to immolate it, as they methodically had done to a great many places from Lisbon up to Munich. The Stewards had descended and 'liberated' the country, but even they had to admit there was not much left to liberate.

There were very few survivors. They lived in a compound assembled under an old church, and would scamper about the ruins of the city to find what they could to survive.

During the battle over Evreux between the cultists and the Stewards, a flying Steward vessel of some type had been shot down. It careened into the ground near the river Iton and fell cold.

The remaining people had made scouting parties to the vessel, but none had dared touched it. It was thought that perhaps it would wake up and attack should they disturb it.

Even as rumors of reconstruction efforts came to the town France still lay in ruins. The focus was on Yugoslavia and all the nonsense that entailed.

Which is why it was so odd having a fleet of helicopters descend upon Evreux, and then large trucks following them. They were all painted black.

The scouts sent by the locals found that they were all surrounding the downed Steward ship. They were threatened by armed men to keep away.

A day later the trucks and the helicopters and the armed men left Evreux.

The Steward vessel was nowhere to be found.

[lordroel]

Aug 24, 2017 2:51:34 GMT spanishspy said:

Evreux, France

Much like a lot of Normandy, and indeed a lot of France, Evreux was a bombed out shell of what it once had been. Even after the military had withdrawn, the forces of Cabrakan had taken great care to immolate it, as they methodically had done to a great many places from Lisbon up to Munich. The Stewards had descended and 'liberated' the country, but even they had to admit there was not much left to liberate.

There were very few survivors. They lived in a compound assembled under an old church, and would scamper about the ruins of the city to find what they could to survive.

During the battle over Evreux between the cultists and the Stewards, a flying Steward vessel of some type had been shot down. It careened into the ground near the river Iton and fell cold.

The remaining people had made scouting parties to the vessel, but none had dared touched it. It was thought that perhaps it would wake up and attack should they disturb it.

Even as rumors of reconstruction efforts came to the town France still lay in ruins. The focus was on Yugoslavia and all the nonsense that entailed.

Which is why it was so odd having a fleet of helicopters descend upon Evreux, and then large trucks following them. They were all painted black.

The scouts sent by the locals found that they were all surrounding the downed Steward ship. They were threatened by armed men to keep away.

A day later the trucks and the helicopters and the armed men left Evreux.

The Steward vessel was nowhere to be found.

Wonder if the men in black are French ore American.

[spanishspy]

Aug 24, 2017 3:02:15 GMT lordroel said:

Aug 24, 2017 2:51:34 GMT spanishspy said:

Evreux, France

Much like a lot of Normandy, and indeed a lot of France, Evreux was a bombed out shell of what it once had been. Even after the military had withdrawn, the forces of Cabrakan had taken great care to immolate it, as they methodically had done to a great many places from Lisbon up to Munich. The Stewards had descended and 'liberated' the country, but even they had to admit there was not much left to liberate.

There were very few survivors. They lived in a compound assembled under an old church, and would scamper about the ruins of the city to find what they could to survive.

During the battle over Evreux between the cultists and the Stewards, a flying Steward vessel of some type had been shot down. It careened into the ground near the river Iton and fell cold.

The remaining people had made scouting parties to the vessel, but none had dared touched it. It was thought that perhaps it would wake up and attack should they disturb it.

Even as rumors of reconstruction efforts came to the town France still lay in ruins. The focus was on Yugoslavia and all the nonsense that entailed.

Which is why it was so odd having a fleet of helicopters descend upon Evreux, and then large trucks following them. They were all painted black.

The scouts sent by the locals found that they were all surrounding the downed Steward ship. They were threatened by armed men to keep away.

A day later the trucks and the helicopters and the armed men left Evreux.

The Steward vessel was nowhere to be found.

Wonder if the men in black are French ore American.

I'm not stating that as of yet. 

[lordroel]

Aug 24, 2017 3:44:54 GMT spanishspy said:

Aug 24, 2017 3:02:15 GMT lordroel said:

Wonder if the men in black are French ore American.

I'm not stating that as of yet. 

Well maybe those men in black might not even be humans.

[stevep]

Aug 24, 2017 3:45:58 GMT lordroel said:

Aug 24, 2017 3:44:54 GMT spanishspy said:

I'm not stating that as of yet. 

Well maybe those men in black might not even be humans.

  Possibly but I suspect their a group that wants to get some Steward tech and is hoping that the wreak hasn't been picked up yet because any beacon device has been destroyed. 

  Given what's being said about the state of France I rather suspect its not a French organisation sending the force.  Is there even that much of a French government in existence?