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| Topic Started: Feb 14 2010, 07:44 AM (311 Views) | |
| Shatterstar | Feb 14 2010, 07:44 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 7:00 PM Place in the time-line: May 14th, 2009 Forward Operating Base, Banten, Indonesia Staff Sergeant Benjamin Walter Russell, USAF, was a Combat Controller, which meant he was dropped into hostile territories as a paratrooper and had to establish a clear area for helicopters and planes to land. He was special ops. AFSOC. The top of the very top. The heaps of bodies that SSgt. Russell had to beat out could fill the Grand Canyon. Not for nothing, but he was the best of the best. Like the guys from that one scene in Men In Black. Yeah, people always expected guys like him to be pencil-necked, stick-up-the-ass, but he was just a guy doing a job. An important job, sure, but shit, he was a Giants fan, he went to a couple Sounders game in Seattle with his boyfriend (don't tell anyone, at least until they change that stupid law) last time he was in the states. He saw dumb movies when he could. He dicked around on the internet. Hell, six out of the past nine months, he was active duty, sure, but he was stationed out of a RAF base in Merry Olde England. It wasn't until, y'know, after your service, when the CIA hired you that the normal image of Spec. Ops came into play, y'know the guys that have no family, no connections to the world. Y'know what most guys that are Combat Controllers go into in the civilian world? Air traffic controllers. Good-paying job and all, but it was not secret-meetings-in-the-night in the Czech Republic or anything. He was a good guy, an extraordinary Airman. A good soldier. He wasn't James Bond. He got the call 3 minutes and thirteen seconds ago to meet Colonel Langford in his office. Colonel Langford saluted and said to wait in his office. The colonel then left his office, which was odd to say the least. There wasn't much that could rouse a colonel out of his office. It wasn't like Benji did anything that was MoH-worthy or something that was going get him noticed by like, the DoD or the guy in the big Oval Office. Seriously, what was going on? Staff Sergeant Russell stood at attention in the office waiting on word from Colonel Langford. |
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| Jean | Feb 15 2010, 08:38 AM Post #2 |
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What Benjamin Russell had done was a one-in-million chance, not that Marvel had ever bothered to calculate the odds. Some people she met saw it as winning a mega-bucks lottery, a spiffy power and out of whatever bad situation they were in at home and an all-expenses paid airfare to another country. Most though, drained of blood and their jaws slackened, as though she’d been a doctor delivering someone a diagnosis of a terminal disease. And in a way, it was; they’d have to leave their families, or persuade them to go to Jus Soli, which most humans would never do. Their only alternative was to join SHIELD in some capacity. It was harsh but the Mutant-Human war had been equally harsh: bombings, deaths, mass suicides, mass destruction. Not again. Not ever. The government didn’t want mutants with such incredibly destructive powers running around willy-nilly and trusting their own moral compasses as to when to use those powers and when not to. Yeah… what a joke. Service men stepped aside as Agent Marvel made her way through the base; she was used to the stares and whispers that followed along in her wake. On the helicarrier, it was because she was a mutant, an Omega level telepath, to be precise but here, it was the dark blue uniform and SHIELD patch on her shoulder that cleared the halls like Moses partly the Red Sea. Whereas the soldiers viewed the agent from SHIELD with a touch of awe and suspicion, Colonel Langford glowered in her direction from under iron-gray bushy eyebrows; he knew what she was there for and hadn’t quite made up his mind about it yet. “Colonel,” she said as threw him a salute automatically. His hand returned it a bit haphazardly, “He’s a damn fine airman,” he said, as if trying to mitigate some crime Russell had committed. “And he’s a mutant, which makes him mine,” she said coolly. “Have his gear packed and waiting on the jet,” she told the colonel; Benjamin Russell had a choice to make but seeing his quarters wasn’t among his options. Agent Marvel entered the office and looked at the military posterboy – clean-cut and bright-eyed, the face of a nice guy proud of his job. Hopefully, he’d also be proud of the one she offered. “At ease, Staff Sergeant,” she said and advanced, her hands clasped behind her back. “I’m Agent Marvel. As you’re a military man, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m sure you know SHIELD - Supreme Headquarters, International Espionage, Law-Enforcement Division; we go around the world, wherever people need us. Some people have even heard that there’s a special division of SHIELD called ThunderBolts but don’t know much more. The ThunderBolts are mutants who’ve agreed to join SHIELD.” She gave him a moment to let his mind absorb and digest the implications of what she said; he had a quick mind and it was trained. “The bloodwork from your last physical tested positive for the mutation gene. You know what that means,” she said and in case he was overcome with shock, spelled it out for him. “For most people, it’s relocation to Jus Soli where you’d become a citizen and start a new life. But given your training and skills, you have another option: join the ThunderBolts.” |
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| Shatterstar | Feb 18 2010, 07:26 AM Post #3 |
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The staff sergeant was more than a little surprised to see a woman walk through the doors. This was a forward operating base which meant this was the front lines, which meant that technically women weren't supposed to be here. Not the smartest regulation, in Russell's mind, but that wasn't his job to make these kind of regulations. She was obviously not from the area, nor was she part of a any of the deployed forces. She had showered too recently. Her hair wasn't regulation either. Nor was her uniform. Oh, so she was a fed. That explained a lot. Well, not why she was here, but it explained why she wasn't in a normal soldier's garb. SHIELD was a big deal, though it was kind of nebulous, at least to Russell exactly what they did. Like the NSA. Wait, what did she say? The Thunderbolts? Wasn't that like an urban legend? Like, again, the Men in Black? Man, that movie was coming up a lot today. He wanted to interject something, about why exactly she was here, but she just kept rolling on without a break for himself. "Ma'am, I hate to to contradict yourself, but that just isn't possible," Benji said, "I don't have any horns or wings or anything. I don't have any powers... I am not a mutant." It took him some self-restraint to stop from laughing at this. It just wasn't possible. |
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| Jean | Feb 24 2010, 04:09 AM Post #4 |
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Marvel stared at him, narrowing her eyes. “Is that supposed to be a joke?” the flatness in her voice nevertheless having an edge. “Think before you respond – you aren’t honestly telling me that you believe everyone in the JS has horns or wings or scales, are you?” Agent Marvel moved so that she was practically nose-to-nose (or at least chest-to-chest) with him; definitely an invasion of his personal space but it was a common tactic with all commanders. “That you believe all mutants are deformed inhuman-looking monsters.” “I suppose it would make us easy to spot in a crowd... Us, Staff Sgt. Russell, you and me,” she told him and moved away a step. “And before you start any of that ‘this is all a big mistake’ crap, let me tell you – SHIELD doesn’t make mistakes. If Colonel Fury says something, if as good as coming from the lips of God.” Would this kid have heard of Fury? The man had been in the military so long he’d pretty much become a legend but with this kid’s attitude that mutants were all inhuman freaks, she was starting to suspect he’d gotten by on his looks more than his brains. It was probably an unfair assessment, she’d be forced to admit, but in the rigorous and tough as nails world of SHIELD, you were judged an incompetent screw-up until you proved differently. “I know this is probably the last thing in the world you expected, and truthfully, mutations usually kick-in before people leave their teens and start on a life.” Marvel shrugged, “But not always. This is a lot to dump on your shoulders but you need to stop and think. Toss all your perceptions about mutie freaks out in the dumpster, soldier. Like it or not, you woke up in a new world today.” |
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| Shatterstar | Mar 6 2010, 01:05 AM Post #5 |
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Oh, boy, she was one of those types of women. The ones who never got enough hugs from daddy and decided that if they were going to 'make it in a man's world,' then they needed to be the coldest, hardest bitch that anyone had ever seen. If he wasn't so well-trained, he would have rolled his eyes at her little outburst. But, if she needed the feel to posture to try to establish dominance, then let her. "No, ma'am," Russell said carefully, after she asked if he thought if all mutants were 'deformed, inhuman-looking monsters.' It was something he had learned from an Army Sergeant First Class on base, one who had served in jungle warfare before, back in what was then Venezuela. A lot of muties there, and since both sides were international forces, UN on one, and whatever mutants Magnus could scrounge together from the four corners, there was a persistent problem of friendly fire. Soldiers needed to be able to spot anything that might tip off the opposite side's genetic status. You know, glowing eyes, an extra finger, whatever it might be. Don't shoot until you see the horns or the wings. It was slang. Maybe it was a poor choice of words. Whatever. He pushed down his objections about how this must be a mistake. It was pretty obvious that this lady was set in her ways that Benjamin was a mutant. But his objection that he didn't have any powers still seemed to go unanswered. Thunderbolts? Russell thought, his interest piqued when the agent mentioned them. They were like an urban legend. Crazy conspiracy crap, about the government having their own team of mutant assassins and soldiers that they used whenever the really big shit went down. "Ma'am, I accept what you're saying is true, but if I don't have any powers, I'm not really sure what use I can be of to you," Russell said, in his best diplomatic tone. |
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| Jean | Mar 13 2010, 12:33 AM Post #6 |
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Not enough hugs from daddy. Marvel heard everything, every thought that passed through Russell’s mind, she heard as though she were listening to the narrator giving a play-by-play of his ideas and feelings. Mental privacy, at least where non-commanding officers were concerned, was not something that SHIELD taught her while she was growing up in their care. She could tell Russell that he was right, for what it was worth, she didn’t enough hugs from daddy; in fact, daddy had abandoned her, written her off as dead, as far as he was concerned, when she was only ten years old and scared out of her mind. After the traumatic manifestation of her powers, when she felt the mind of her childhood friend die as they sat buckled together in the smashed up ruins of the family car, and then later, in her grief she automatically lashed out of her mind and killed her mother – there had been no more hugs for little Jeannie, no more Christmas presents, no more birthday presents, just SHIELD. She narrowed her eyes at him as he persuaded himself to be calm and reasonable, even though he thought that the woman in front of him was a Class A bitch. "Ma'am, I accept what you're saying is true, but if I don't have any powers, I'm not really sure what use I can be of to you," Russell said, in his best diplomatic tone. ‘How sweet that he’s trying to be patient with me,’ Marvel thought to herself. She clamped a friendly hand on Russell’s shoulder... friendly, like arsenic mixed with honey, and said, “Well, Russell, we’ll just see about that. The scientist on the helicarrier more ways of finding things out than even I know about… or really cared to find out. Time to go,” she said and motioned for him to follow her. “Your things are already being packed and loaded on the jet. As of this moment, under Mutant Relocation protocols, consider yourself in my custody.” |
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