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A World in Flames; (Open to SHIELD)
Topic Started: Sep 5 2011, 11:48 AM (732 Views)
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  • Notes: Any SHIELD Agents looking for something to do...


    "Sir ---"

    "Stow it Jones, I haven't had my coffee," Nick Fury walked across the command center deliberately and disappeared through the opposite door without another word. He already knew what the day's intelligence report would say: The world is going to shit. And wasn't it always? An aide appeared at his side toting a cheap paper-mache four cup holder from a mainland Starbucks but Fury waved him off, "Unless the next words out of your mouth are 'I invented a way to keep your coffee hot during the ferry ride' I want you to turn around and dump all of that out of the window,"

    The Director reached the coffee counter only to find the pot empty. He cursed loudly, "You're telling me this facility can monitor over three hundred international incidents simultaneously, houses the men and women charged with keeping this country in order, and yet we still can't make sure there is a goddamn pot in the machine once it's been emptied?" Denied the simple amenity, Director Fury stomped back the way he had come, pausing briefly as he noticed the previous aide attempting to get one of the windows open. He shook his head disbelievingly, this was a secure building, there were only a handful of windows that actually opened. Fury snatched up one of the foam cups and made his way back to the intelligence room.

    The analyst that had addressed him earlier peered around pensively, wanting to avoid bringing the Director's wrath down on his head -- it was bad enough that the man would have to relay the grim news of the day. At an impatient nod from Fury, the analyst began the situation briefing, "We currently have four hundred thirty-seven ---"

    Fury interrupted again, "Continue monitoring threats below Yellow, bring up the feeds for all Priority and High-Priority Orange cases. What are the numbers?"

    The analysts at the intelligence stations worked in tandem implementing the orders. The massive briefing screen took on the image of the world map, highlighting regions of concern, "There are seventy-four Orange Level priority threats on the board, there are also three Red Threats present,"

    Nick Fury took a sip of his coffee and grimaced, a combination of the news and lukewarm beverage, "Filter for immediate threats and available resources," the board shuffled again as multiple hits came up, "Let's get any available agents on deck,"
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Wingman

Tyler Kestrel wasn't having an okay morning.

He was having a GREAT morning.

Not only was the weather brilliant, but the southern demigod felt like he could take on the world. He'd snagged the last cup of coffee from the break room, grabbed a bagel sandwich from his favorite bakery on his way to work this morning, and, so far, he hadn't sneezed a fireball by accident.

Unlike the past few days.

Blue eyes narrowing at the screen as various information scrolled across it, he ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. It seemed like every time he turned around, some sort of magic was coming out of him. He needed, at the risk of sounding dirty, release. The magic was just going to keep building up in him until, one day, he'd get the flu and sneeze a hole the size of a Helicarrier in the side of the Triskelion with all the excess.

Then he got a message.

Tyler blinked as a small IM screen opened, a smile breaking out over his face.

ORDERS FROM FURY. REPORT TO INTELLIGENCE ROOM.

Finally. Something to do.

Climbing out of his chair, the Demigod made his way through the expansive building, bobbing and weaving through other agents as they went to work elsewhere in the building. Arriving at the Intel Room, he stepped inside, approaching the board. Stopping a few feet behind Fury, he popped a salute, smiling from ear to ear. "Ya wanted ta see me, sir?"
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    Perhaps it was still the result of the poor coffee, or a byproduct of the fact that the entire world had suddenly decided today was the day to completely let itself go -- there was just something grating about the smile that announced an agent's arrival. "Son, you are the last thing I want to see this early in the morning. But given that today's list of deep-shit trouble seems extra long, it doesn't look like I have much of a choice," Fury replied evenly. He surveyed the resident half-Asgardian with some exasperation. Their fullblooded Asgardian had been a handful -- actually still was one. Agent Kestrel had the added 'advantage' of being a cackling circuit board just one short away from accidentally magicking something else out of existence.

    "Jones, where is the rest of my team?" the Director asked with a sigh. The operator fumbled with an answer and Fury quickly interrupted again, "Yes, the team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents I requested fifteen minutes ago. I want them here today,"

    Shaking his head, Fury set down his coffee and decided to get straight to business, there really was no time for these kinds of distractions, "Rollins, find me something that could use Agent Kestrel's expertise," another analyst at the computers filtered the giant board once more and brought up one of the pressing issues of the day.

    "Sir, Madripoor is experiencing a complete military coup,"

    "Madripoor is always experiencing a coup, tell me you're not wasting my time,"

    "Um, no sir, the instigating party is known to have a made major headway in developing their own super soldier serum. Initial field reports indicate the coup is being orchestrated and executed by genetically altered combatants,"

    Fury rubbed his chin; despite being a cesspool of gang violence and crime, Madripoor was actually a crucial piece of the puzzle in the delicate balance of power and influence within South East Asia, "Looks like today's you're lucky day, Agent Kestrel, report to the staging area for your briefing and be prepared to leave within the hour,"
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Wingman

Kestrel let a wide smile come over his face. Yes, Colonel Fury probably didn't need a Com. Officer going into Madripoor and tearing the place up, all in order to stall a super-soldier coup.

Too bad that's what he was gonna get. Tyler was feeling revved and ready to go, with an itching magic hand and a downright poison ivy-level itch on his trigger finger. "Shouldn't be no trouble, Colonel! Be back before dinner!" With that and one glowing smile at one of the info officers (Awww she blushed!), Tyler took off at a run, stopping only for a moment at his room to check his ammo.

Of course, when you could throw fire and lightning, guns were kind of moot. The thing about firearms was that they were a lot more precise in Tyler's hands then his semi-spontaneous magic.

Not even a super-soldier could stop a bullet. To Tyler's knowledge, anyway.

Properly prepared, the Half-Asgardian made his way to the staging area.

It had been ten minutes since Fury had given him the briefing.
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Dark Seraphim
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She had slipped in before the meeting started and leaned against the wall, listening to the situation she spoke up after Kestrel left as something bothered her. "Agent Tesla reporting a little late, with your permission Colonel I would like to work with Agent Kestrel on this. What are the protocols regarding this research information, nuke and pave or recover then nuke and pave." She said as she was still in the white lab coat which sat over her uniform, and was still going over numbers from the first tests from a controlled version of what would be a larger ground based model for her orbital weapon. Placing them down in front of him for his perusal she seemed confident in her ability to go on this mission and let the lab run smoothly, after all even two people could work everything for now. "The numbers on Project Tesla, I have achieved an eighty-five percent stabiility in the energy transfer rate on a small controlled test model. I would ask if you could consider allowing me to begin work on something larger, more notably a mobile ground platform for this weapon. Schematics and design work are on that PDA, it's ready for the next stage."

She then waited for an answer as she knew she was several minutes behind Kestrel but she had to first present her work, so that he could begin the process of getting any further development approved. If he wanted a demonstration she would provide one, but right now she wanted to be in the field and get away from the lab for a while. Some action was going to be good for her, it would keep her skills sharp and her focus on her other job here.
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    Agent Tesla's arrival did little for Fury's temperament when it became apparent she had arrived alone as well. He threw a look at Agent Jones who was still scrambling to rally any other upper division meta-humans on the payroll for the briefing, "Agent Tesla, you will accompany Agent Kestrel for this assignment," he agreed and turned back to look at the world board, "You'll be provided with an in-depth briefing en route to the insertion,"

    The woman's questions regarding her project elicited a stern look, there -- Fury had bigger problems to deal with at the moment, "You can proceed as scheduled, Agent Tesla, after this mess is taken care of,"




    At the staging area, a S.H.I.E.L.D. Field Unit had been awaiting the arrival of Kestrel. Team Leader, Agent Rojas, greeted the half-Asgardian on the move after slinging a rifle over his shoulder an adjusting the straps, "Unit One will be inserting alongside you once we reach Madripoor," he explained, several of the team members saluted as they passed through the ready room. Rojas paused for a moment as he received some word through his headset, "It looks like we'll be gold to go once Agent Tesla arrives. If you're ready, the dropship has already been prepped. The briefing will take place en route,"




    Madripoor Force:
  • Agent Tyler Kestrel
  • Agent Nicole Tesla
  • S.H.I.E.L.D. Unit One (10)
    Team One Leader: Agent Samuel Rojas
    Team Two Leader: Agent Sophia Cross
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Wingman

Kestrel's wide, dazzling smile met Rojas as the he entered the ready room. He was positively radiant with excitement, and certainly ready to work off a substantial amount of his pent-up magic. Making his way towards the dropship, he suddenly stopped a a noise burst from his...er...one of his pockets.

~"Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Does whatever a spider can!"~

Kestrel gave a jump as his cell phone went off, searching his suit before finally slipping it out of one of the strap pockets across his chest. Flipping it open, he politely excused himself (as any decent self-respecing southern gentleman would) and moved to a more secluded area of the hangar, lined with boxes. "Kestrel!"

"Greetings, my son! How goes thy day?"

The deep, happy rumble of his father's voice made the smile burst back onto Kestrel's face. "Hey, Pa! Life's goin' awright, can't complain." He gave an uneasy chuckle before he moved on to a more serious question. "How's Ma?"

There was a sigh from over the line, which sounded more like a rush of static. Kestrel could almost envision his father in front of him-Six foot seven, broad shouldered, with a bear fur-brown beard that stretched around his jaw, with a clean upper lip. His amber eyes would be downcast, as they usually were nowadays when Mrs. Kestrel was mentioned. "The illness has taken a great toll on her. She fights on, as if the blood of Asgard flowed through her veins instead of mine, yet victory...Victory over the cancer seems unlikely, the apothecaries confess."

Tyler felt his face fall a little, leaning onto one of the boxes and crossing his arms. "Shoot, Pa, if you need me to come home-"

"Come home??" The roar was bewildered, but it still made Tyler jump, "My son, you do far better for her health whilst you combat evil across the world. You should see the way her face alights when we speak of you, or when a S.H.I.E.L.D. exploit is on the news." He relaxed, hearing his father chuckle. "'My son is a superhero', she'll tell the attending nurses, 'He's out there, now'. To be truthful, my son," He said, his voice lowering a little, "When she speaks of you, it does not look like she suffers the pain of cancer at all."

Tyler smiled, feeling his eyes growing misty. "Dangit, Pa, I'm at work-Don't go tellin' me no tearjerkin' tale, I don't wanna start cryin' in front of e'eryone"

His father's roaring laughter coupled with his own chuckle from over the line. "Indeed. My apologies for embarrassing you so, my son. Now, go forth! Bring hope and peace to Midgard!"

"Yessir," Tyler grinned, standing back up. "Call ya later, Pa-I'mma see if ah can get some time off soon."

"Do what you must, my son. Farewell. And, Tyler?"

Tyler stopped halfway to taking his first steps towards the dropship. "Yessir?"

There was a small silence from the other end before a slightly subdued Mr. Kestrel spoke. "I'm proud of the man my son has grown into."

Tyler smiled, and felt his eyes grow misty again. "Thanks, Pa. I'm proud to be your boy."

Mr. Kestrel gave a wry laugh. "As you should be. Good hunting, my son." And with that, the line went dead.

Taking a breath and composing himself, Tyler turned and marched back to the dropship, climbing in. "C'mon, let's get this road trip started already! I dunno about you folks, but I'm itchin' ta bash some heads, OORAH!"
Edited by Wingman, Oct 10 2011, 11:50 AM.
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Dark Seraphim
Discordantentity for those who need to know...
"Thank you, I'll catch up to Agent Kestrel." She said as she headed off and left him with the data to review later, though on her way to the staging area she grabbed her weapons load out and enough magazines to give her enough ammo but not too much to carry. Armed with a .45 calibre pistol, a 9mm MP5 submachine gun, and a Dragunov SVD in it's case with a small kit that had supplies to make half a dozen quick improvised explosive devices. she had ammunition that was designed to use on hard targets considering it was super soldiers. For grenades she had three flash bangs, two incendiary, and two smoke. Once at the staging area she walked up behind Kestrel and Rojas, sliding the hammer back of her second pistol and locking in the safety she moved so she could be seen.

"Right behind you, now try not to move the case too sharply. Otherwise we're all at risk of blowing up, everything should be fairly secure. Agent Kestral, I hope I didn't keep you waiting. Agent Tesla, I decided to step out of my lab and put my other expertise to use. I can create six small hellfire bombs if needed, perfect for destroying the facility. Only drawback, once they are set we have exactly the timer to withdraw, not even water will put this fire out." She said jokingly at first then grew serious at the mention of bombs knowing that everything in the case was secured properly, and even a crash would not damage or rattle the case or it's contents inside their holders. However if it was stolen then the case had a remote detonator, and the currently inert ingredients would harmlessly be destroyed. Once on the drop ship she secured herself in and checked her gear, the last being the sword in her arm that slid out for a second as the energy field around it sprang to life before it slid back in.
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    Rojas gave the Agents a moment to get acquainted while he moved up front to speak with the pilot. Once it was confirmed that the priority flight information had been processed, he signaled for their departure and returned the cabin. The ship was spacious, with a large briefing table dominating the center and seats set around it. The men and women of Unit One took their places as the Field Leader returned and signaled the briefing would begin.

    "Let's get this show on the road," Agent Rojas commented, activating the briefing table which lit up revealing itself to be a large touch-screen display, "Agent Cross, if you would,"

    Sophia Cross took her position on the opposite end of the table and called up several satellite maps of the Madripoor, "These images were taken over a period of five day while S.H.I.E.L.D. analysts were monitoring the political unrest within Madripoor," she reported. The initial images showed several rallies being held, but by the later images it was clear they had moved from peaceful demonstrations to full-blown riots. The final one revealed a significant military presence used to suppress the rioters, "Traditionally, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not involved in humanitarian efforts; however, the Red Cross has been unable to gain access to the region and attempts to dispatch a UN Peacekeeping force have been blocked repeatedly. While this itself is not the primary factor behind S.H.I.E.L.D.'s involvement, our contacts on the ground have been reporting disturbing news,"

    Agent Cross swept the images aside and brought up several more, "The military did not stop with the civilian protesters, and we believe the coup has been in the works for quite some time now. Initial reports indicate the presence of genetically enhanced combatants among the military force, leading our tech-boys to believe the current Madripoor regime has achieved super soldier capability," one of the images presented was a blurry cellphone image of a man in fatigues effortlessly tossing a car aside, "Unfortunately, they have yet to determine the exact location of the research facility being used, though our analysts expect it will be a rather large operation,"

    The woman looked up at Agent Rojas and he continued with the general mission protocol, "That covers the situation we will be inserting into. Madripoor Defense Forces will be considered hostile, however as support is limited, we do not want to alert the MDF to our presence unnecessarily, our primary concern is locating the research facility and securing it until our boys can recover what they need," Rojas brought up a current map of the region and pointed out the insertion point, located just up the coast from the city, "Our Agents in the field have already secured transportation and will be awaiting our arrival. We will make our way into the city and establish contact with HQ, awaiting further orders,"

    Agent Rojas plotted the course from insertion to the Eastern district of the city, "If there are any questions, now's the time. We will be at the drop point in three hours, standby until then,"
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Wingman

Kestrel was bout to introduce himself to the nice lady, but she suddenly started talking about "Hellfire Bombs", so that drowned him out. Settling for his warm, all-Asgardian smile, Kestrel listened to her speak. She was a "Lab Rose", from what other agents had told him-Her natural habitat was a lab, but she was dangerous to get closed to. Something about "Ex-Villianess", or something.

Kestrel, however, was more than willing to let the nice lady make her own first impression on him. So far, she seemed smart and talented, which Kestrel could have assumed from her position in S.H.I.E.L.D. "Much obliged, miss," Kestrel said with a smile, holding out a large hand, "Tyler Kestrel. Jus' call me Tyler, or somethin'."

An agent across the cabin gave Kestrel a funny look. "Hey, Kestrel-Where are your guns?"

An Agent next to the inquisitive one, who was checking the ammo in his own sidearm, gave a chuckle. "That one doesn't need guns."

Kestrel ignored them, just chuckling along, before Rojas and Cross went through with the debrief. Listening intently, he looked over the city. It was times like this he wished S.H.I.E.L.D. would exist for more than defense-If the Red Cross or UN couldn't get in there, maybe it was time for S.H.I.E.L.D. to break down Madripoor's front door and make it not so poor anymore.

Good thing Kestrel was wearing his door-kicking boots.

"Question," Kestrel said, raising his hand, "Any idea for contingencies if we cross one of them super soldiers? I didn't see no Hulkbuster suits, but if one of them big guys see's us stompin' around, I don't think he's gonna offer us a free lunch at the nearest noodle stand. We got a plan fer dealin' with 'em?" Kestrel, in what even he knew to be a cocky way of thinking, figured he could probably go toe-to-toe with any super soldier the MDF could throw at him.

He hadn't met anyone yet who could stop him on his best day.
Edited by Wingman, Oct 12 2011, 06:46 PM.
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