One Month Later - White House — President's Office "Huh," Haggar slammed a document down on the table. What was it? He really didn't read it, he already had a GOOD idea about what it contained. More monsters from the ocean? MOST LIKELY. The man sent out requests for help from every nation during a UN conference, asking for the best in the world to help. Now, when they got here and how was ... something he didn't know. He was the President of the United States and a Hero of the World, and he didn't have arrival times. Well, he was busy saving the world so that could be an excuse.
~Present~ Lilith stepped off of the airplane, an unmarked black van waiting for her, a pair of CIA agents flanking her. Stepping inside, she scooted over to allow her agency contact to sit next to her. The red haired woman was dressed in business casual, although her figure slightly ruined the effect. The two women met eyes. "So you're clear on the details of this assignment?" the agent asked. With Lilith, one had to be sure she knew what limits were in place, to prevent her from doing something which compromised the mission. Lilith nodded. "Scary monsters threatening the planet. Make them feel sorry for being... naughty. The Succubus should be ideal." She put a finger to her lips. "Still, somehow I think I wouldn't mind a little alien action." The agent groaned. Lilith was one of the best private contractors out there, and the only one who was just as dangerous out of a mecha as in one. However, sometimes dealing with her was a chore. One which Agent Sunee wished she could hand off to someone else. However, she had her orders. "Just get the job done. The President is giving an official statement today in front of the UN. You'll have to work with other agents and contractors who were tapped by our competitors in the intelligence community." The agent snorted at the joke. Intelligence from those morons. "Of course, you'll have the full backing of the CIA for this mission. Try not to screw it up." Lilith was used to her contact's rather blaise manner of speaking. She pressed on. "And my mechanic?" "We'll look the other way if any destroyed mechs go missing. No aliens bits though. Any non-human corpses are the property of the UN, and I can't help you if she steals it." "Sounds perfect." And the games shall begin.
"It's amazing!" An American scientist was standing in front of his creation, talking to a robed man with a mysterious medallion around his neck. The creation appeared to be a giant robot about ten feet tall with a black and white paintjob. "This mech is more advanced than even the Cyber Initiative. The way it works is, you stick your hand inside the mech like this..." He demonstrated by poking his hand into the chest compartment of the mech, and its cavity opened to reveal a pilot's cockpit. "...and once you get in, it can calibrate itself to the wearer's abilities! Anything you can do, Grand Master, sir, it can do. And this is only the prototype!" "I see," said the Grand Master. "Is there a reason why its aesthetics are based on Cyber Initiative subjects◊?" "Only for a sense of continuity, sir. Now, why don't you step inside?" But before he could do that, a blur flew by and sent both the scientist and the Grand Master spinning like tops. Kabal had burst in to take the mech. By the time the two had stopped spinning and collapsed to the floor, Kabal was inside and the chest cavity was closing. Inside, the mecha was calibrating itself to Kabal, analyzing all his abilities. As soon as he heard a sound byte saying Synchronization complete, he guided the mech to take off. It sprinted at Mach 3 out of the fortress, leaving holes in every wall it came across. The scientist and Grand Master were both struggling to their feet by the time the mech was gone. The Grand Master was filled with rage. "You fool!" he yelled. "You let a man steal it right before I could test it!" He stomped on the scientist to hold him down, grabbed his neck, and ripped the head and spine out. But it was a futile fatality.
USA The black van came to a stop, and Kabal got on board. He had put on a dress shirt and a loose-fitting tie over his usual brown shirt, but it didn't do much to make him seem more professional. He took a seat where he could find one. "Name's Kabal," said the masked man. "I'm by no means a government man, as you can probably tell, but I used to be with the NYPD before my...injury...and I have contacts within the Special Forces. They directed me to come here. Not like I had much else to do anyway." He looked at Agent Sunee. "I don't believe we've met before. You are...?"
edited 27th May '12 9:18:02 PM by TestYourMight
edited 29th May '12 2:56:33 PM by SilverFayte
Undisclosed Location Kyoko had spent the whole flight handcuffed to a metal bar to stop her from attacking her escorts again. As soon as the plane had landed, wherever it was, even before the engines had stopped turning she'd had a black sack thrown over her head and been man-handled out. When the sack came off, she was in a white room, with only a metal table and two chairs in it. One wall seemed to be a mirror. Eventually, a door hidden in one wall opened, and another generic figure in a black suit walked in. She didn't bother looking at them in any sort of detail; she didn't need to. The figure dropped a folder on the table and sat across from her. It opened the file, and glared at her. "So are you going to tell me why I'm here?" "You're here, because we have a need for you." "And if I refuse?" The figure chuckled quietly. "Then you disappear. In as much as someone who doesn't exist can; the whole incident with your father makes that... simple." "OK, so what's in it for me?" "Mostly the fact that once we're done you get to go back to whatever life you had, rather than spending the rest of your days rotting in a cell with no natural light." Kyoko thought about it for a few seconds. "All right, what do you need me to do?"
edited 30th May '12 2:18:33 PM by Deadbeatloser22
Area X, Neo Arcadia Hidden Phantom stepped into the sterile environment of Master X's throneroom, ignoring the Earthrise that could be seen through the slots in the back wall that flanked Copy X's grandiose throne. The trip up through Neo Arcadia Tower had been uneventful, and the whole time Phantom had been stewing on what his master had in store for him. Standing beside their lord was Sage Harpuia◊ - master of the air force, Fairy Leviathan◊ - commander of the navy, and Fighting Fefnir◊, who was in overall charge of the army. Copy X gazed at the new arrival with eyes the colour of freshly spilt blood, their inner glow contrasting sharply with the light blue pallor cast by the Earth. Phantom resisted the almost primal squirming he felt as his look met Master X's. "S-so you have arrived... good." "Master X, I am reporting for duty." Phantom snapped into a perfect military salute. "D-do not worry, Phantom," said the fake, obviously attempting familiarity with the general. "I-It is nothing serious. I assume you have heard of the President's request?" "Indeed, Master X," said Phantom, going through the motions. "And have you heard of our latest military program?" It was a formality, of course. Everyone knew about that program. "Yes, Master X." It was becoming easier now, he was settling into a rhythm. "I would like to request that you pilot one of our first generation bipedal mechanised units." The statement floored Phantom and the other Generals, at least if their looks of barely restrained shock were any indication. "W-we need to s-secure our political p-prestige, and this is a perfect opportunity." "Pardon my impudence, Master X," began Hidden Phantom. "But why choose me? I am honoured, of course, but would such a task not be better suited to the Army of Ash Flames? Or better still, our highly qualified testing corps." Fefnir grinned slightly at Phantom's admission, though he said nothing. "Phantom, our program is of the h-highest security level; I cannot allow just a-anybody to unveil it to the world. T-there is t-too much risk inherent in that," replied Copy X, his tone becoming steadily more reproachful. "Y-you have always been best placed to a-adapt to such changes, and our v-very first combat ready unit - the Vidar - h-has been tailored to your s-specifications. Regardless, you would not disobey a direct order from m-me, correct?" "Of course not, Master X," said Phantom, bowing and drawing back slightly. "E-excellent. We shall dispatch you within the hour."
Washington D.C., USA A hovercar adorned with a flag proudly displaying Neo Arcadia's symbol◊ drew up near to the White House's gates. A pair of Pantheon Hunters exited the coal black vehicle first and stood to attention in front of one of the doors. One of the pair opened the door and allowed out Hidden Phantom, who seemed rather unimpressed with the pomp and ceremony that had been accorded to him throughout his journey to the White House by his master back in Neo Arcadia. His place was in the shadows, not here! Marching briskly up to join the others, he rattled off a brisk introduction. "Shadow General Hidden Phantom of the Shadow Cutting Squadron branch of the Neo Arcadian armed forces, reporting." He snapped off a perfect salute and kept his eyes focused straight ahead. If the others wished to learn about him, they would need to learn in their own time.
edited 30th May '12 6:44:34 PM by EndarkCuli
You need to Get Known to get one of those.