Boombox Invasion

It was almost time for Shannon to finally begin her march on the capital of Berlin, in order to take the country for her own so she could do whatever the hell she wanted, and she was in high spirits since her army of Beats were in perfect shape to attack. As she did some last minute maintenance on her arms before she marched at the capital building, she was munching on some poptarts, the only thing that she could eat without getting gunk into her prosthetic arms while working on them. While she was working on her arms, she thought on what she would do once she finally reached the leader and forced him to make her the leader of Germany.

After finishing her poptarts, Shannon continued the maintenance on her prosthetic arms, calibrating the power of the Sound Blast on her arms to make sure that they would be strong enough to blast through the doors of the capital. While she was doing this, she was saying to herself "This is going to be a bit tough, but hopefully nobody ends up messing up this conquest, or I will make their eardrums burst personally. Though, after I finish this, what should I do? Eh, questions for later."

After a few more minutes of maintenance, Shannon was finally finished with the work on her arms, and as she punched the front door of her house open, leaving a hole through the door, she ordered her Beats to march with her through the streets. As she walked throughout the streets of Berlin, she ordered the Beats to launch sound blasts at the buildings around her, breaking the windows and doors as she past each house. Checking the map on her GPS, Shannon continued to walk throughout the streets.

Eventually, Shannon ended up right in front of the capitol building of Germany, and as she stood in front of the door, she ordered her Beats to fire volleys of sound into the Capitol until the walls started to crack, and eventually break. Taking out a megaphone, Shannon said "My name is Boombox, the Baroness of Sound, and I am here to take over this lame country so I can destroy as much of it as I want without getting caught! If you can hear me, Chancellor Heinz Frankenreich, if you don't give me the title of leader of this country, I will begin breaking up this country piece by piece, starting with this very capital. That is all."

(OOC: Well, this is the beginning of Shannon "Boombox" Kulbart's invasion of Germany. Anyone can join to help or oppose this)

A voice whispered through the mask as Fernando ate his breakfast with as much posing as humanly possible. Every spoonful came with another manly flex of his bulbous muscles. The deep, almost catlike growl came loud and clear to the Luchador. “Go to Berlin, Castillo. There is much fun to be had.”

A Spanish guitar sounded out of seemingly nowhere as Fernando slammed his fists on the table, smashing it into smithereens and raising his right hand into the air dramatically. ”¡Entonces a Alemania iré!” As he spoke, yellowish subtitles in English appeared just in front of his chest. They read “Then I will go to Germany!”.

And with that, he threw the house keys towards the general direction of his cat. ”Vigila la casa, Luna. Vuelvo ahora.” The subtitles seemed to read that he wanted his cat to watch the house. With that, he walked through the slightly damaged front door. It would probably take him a bit to get to Germany, though not if he got lucky and his patrons had supplied transport.

When he arrived, he saw that there was in fact transport awaiting him. Good. They didn't expect him to simply get on a commercial airplane and move about as if wearing a mask in an airport as a relatively known criminal is normal. However, instead of transporting him magically like he had hoped; they had chartered a helicopter to take him. How lovely. One issue, however; was the Fernando had a real problem with air sickness. Thus, his patrons got a lovely view of what airsickness looked like.

Eventually the helicopter landed on in airstrip outside of Berlin and with just expert timing. It seemed a girl with metal limbs was looking to cause some trouble. She called herself the baroness of sound. The voice whispered into his head again. “Assist her.”

So, that's what he did. He whistled and his cat appeared. ”¡ Crecer, mi poderoso compañero!” Commanding his cat to grow; it did. Becoming as long as a semi truck; and as tall as a small house. The beast knelt for its master to ride as he too grew. Just tall enough to ride without much issue. ”Sería prudente escucharla amigos míos. Jaguar aquí no ha comido recientemente!” The subtitles read of a threat of his cat choosing to eat them all if they didn't listen to the baroness. He laughed hardily, as if this threat were incredibly funny.

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He could feel the wind whipping past him, the land changing beneath his feet to water as he ran forward. No destination in mind, no true purpose other than to just run. To move forward and accelerate onwards while the world around him slowed to a halt. It was times like these that he was able think or to concentrate. When you were the fastest boy alive standing around and moving at the speed the rest of the world did could be boring, it could feel as if it was dragging on constantly. The fact that he had ADHD didn’t help when everyone else in the entire world took forever to do anything when you could conceivably run across the continental United States before they even finished a 10k.

So, sometimes he ran for the hell of it. He ran because he could. Being a hero was great, he absolutely loved helping people and beating up the bad guys. It was all great fun and if he had his way he’d never stop, heck he probably wouldn’t even if some big bad government told him he couldn’t. Darren Cross answered to no one, except maybe Tyuki or John or Marvelousity now, but he especially didn’t answer or listen to the government. No big bad figurehead who pretended to run a country or nation or group of them or whatever was going to tell him what he could and couldn’t do. He knew what was right and wrong and not helping people, sitting by and doing nothing as people starved in the streets or were murdered for no reason? That was wrong. That is what governments did all the time. They didn’t care, they were bad. So, Darren didn’t care what they thought.

This and many other things were going through the mind of the youngest member of the old super hero team known as the Talons, as his feet ran across the land. These thoughts and much more were going through his mind as he raced past metallic looking creatures, as he raced past them paying little mind to the things moving 0.000091 times the speed he was. He did however start to take notice when as he kept going the metallic objects grew in number and there seemed to be buildings on fire, people seemingly frozen in screaming positions, and strangely enough a woman holding a megaphone with a man riding atop a giant kitten behind her with words etched out in the air before him. Words that Darren didn’t take the time to read as he instead changed into his ‘hero’ attire.

With that done the world around the boy blunder sped forward finally catching up with him as he slowed down to match it. A gust of wind would flutter past him In the direction he had been moving, most things not nailed down moving forward with it, as there stood the Swordsmaster. A human figure wearing orange and white leather-like armor complete with a hood. Looking up at the man on the kitten he grinned under the hood and spoke “Tu gato es enorme! ¿Puedo acariciarlo?” He asked in perfect fluent Spanish, of course having no idea he did, before turning to the girl with the microphone. “Hey! Stop yelling at the building. What did it ever to do you?! Can’t you see there’s a Luchador riding a giant cat? That’s way more interesting than some old building!”. Jeez, priorities some people had.

An assortment of artifacts decorated the halls of the Deutsches Historisches Museum. In a few hours, the exhibit on Pre Genghis Khan invasion Central Asian antiquities would open, and Danny could see the fruits of her labor finally pay off. While she did not go find the antiquities herself, she did in fact stop the criminal organization whom stole them a few decades ago, granting Danny a different kind of archaeological credit.

Danny picked up a ceramic pot and headed over to the pedestal, resting her hand in a crack given when she used the pot as a blunt instrument to take down a guard whom made the terrible decision of trying to punch her in the head. "I think we're good." The only empty pedestal now filled robbed the wall of the last remaining slab of blank wall. "Good work everyone, now we'll just-" Danny's brow sharpened as she looked over to the rest of the museum staff as they huddled over a television.

Images of an army of robots took to the streets with a woman at their head. "Miss Tamamoa, come see this-"

When the curator looked up, there was no more sign of Danny.

Ten minutes later Danny, clad in a pair of jean shorts with a Stanford shirt on, arrived at the capitol building of Germany. "Are you trying to take over a country with the power of being really loud?" Her bracelet tightened around her wrist, preparing for the next course of action. "Are you a five year- wait, what luchador?"

As soon as the call was given Knightfall had been flown out by H.A.M. to neutralize or capture the threat currently ravaging Germany's capital. Reports and the news said that there was a luchador riding a house-sized Jaguar. A meta's life for me. They'd sent him out with one other person he'd never seen before. Perhaps she worked for H.A.M. as well he didn't know and didn't care the mission was the priority here. He waved at the agent and sat up out of his seat adjusting the standard issue deployment chute on his back before taking a running jump out of the opening hangar door. As he plummeted to the Earth below he pulled the cord releasing the pink parachute with the H.A.M. logo emblazoned on it. "They didn't say anything about an army of tinker toys." He grumbled under his breath as he surveyed the whole scene as it unfolded from above. Adjusting the voltage on his galva-knuckles to max he aimed and shot his grappling hooks with perfect precision at the huge cat's shoulders from his position in the air so as to pull himself closer and knock its rider off the beast.