Assault on the Black Jupiter!

(Steele's mercenaries have been led to he control room of the Jupiter. Giant wall-sized monitors display the endless day sky around the giant ship. Rogues busy themselves with the concerns of flying the giant vessel, and the large room is filled with relative silence for almost ten full minutes before a door opens and the captain's presence is loudly announced.))


the atmosphere of the room instantly becomes heavier as Steele enters. A tall man with unkempt brown hair and a scar crossing his eye enters and walks slowly over to the mercenaries. A large black high-collared coat reaches down almost tot he floor, displaying a large winged skull atop two cutlasses on the back. A large cutlass was worn blatantly on his hip. "Good morning gentleman. I am Steele, and you may refer to me as the captain. I'm called that because I am the toughest son of a bitch in the world, and the newly crowned king of England." Steele spoke loudly but calmly, but despite this his last statement ignited a cheer from everyone in the room. "I also am your employer at the moment, so consider this your briefing." Steele paused and produced a generously sized steel flask from inside his coat, taking several swallows of an unknown liquid before replacing it and continuing. "For some reason, it seems England is mad at us for decimating their air force. They've decided to attack a new, but with help from metahumans. Your job is to kill those metahumans, and make sure this boat stays in the air. I've given you an extremely generous amount of money, which may or may not be stained with blood, so don't disappoint me. I'm apparently something of a villain, so I wouldn't suggest you make me angry. Do what I say, kill anyone who doesn't belong on this ship, and if you decide the battle's too much and try to flee know that you'll be shot in the back. And if you die, we will loot your corpse and throw you overboard." Steele cast an icy gaze towards the monitors. "The fighting will begin shortly, so if you have to take a shit you better get ready to hold it in. Any questions?"


((On the ground, in a small British military base, the heroes who volunteered to aid in the fight against the rogues are gathered and offered a seat in a briefing room. The room is crowded with soldiers, and a well-decorated officer stands at the head of the room in front of a large monitor.))


"Good morning. I am Colonel Smith. Most of you already know what you're here for, but for the benefit of our volunteers we'll go over it in short." The monitor hummed to life as an image was displayed. A massive long rounded black vessel sat motionless on the screen. "A little more than a month ago the Black Jupiter, flagship of the terrorist organization the Steel Rogues, occupied British airspace. They then had the nerve to park their ship on our land while their petty criminals freely ravaged our beautiful country as they saw fit. In response, we attacked. The result was, unfortunately, not in our favor. That leaves us with a crippled airforce, and the base of operations for a mega-terrorist organization still parked in our country. As far as we're concerned, letting the British people live under a shadow of fear is NOT an option, so we're staging a counter-attack. This operation is the last hope for our people." The screen changed again, showing a middle-aged man. Unkempt brown hair reached down to his eyelashes, and his face wore a scar and an equally impressive scowl. "This is William Steele, the leader of the terrorists. He is the primary target for our metahuman volunteers. The mission parameters are, in short, this: Destroy the Black Jupiter if possible. If not, drive it out of our country. and bring England Steele, either alive to be tried for his many crimes, or dead so we can keep his rotten corpse as a trophy." Smith looked out over his audience. "Any questions?" Then, as if remembering something, he looked to the hero volunteers. "There is something rather unfortunate I must mention..ahem-that is...Can either of you fly?"

Dustin had heard a need for help on both side good and evil. But he was nuetral so he did what he thought was more adventerous. He decided to attend the war meeting that he heard about through some of the resorces of his heroic friends. But maybe it was time to change his needs and stop being nuetral and just join a side. The next morning waking up he told them he would be attending and as he did he attended as he pleassed. He listened to the plan of the people but not all of it. He was more of the random type to do what was presented infront of him. He barely understood his part in what to do and almost the only thing that cought his eye was when he asked if us meta's could fly. If he could fly it would help him but he could not so he just sloutched in his chair and waited. To his amazement he seen one person raise their hand as if she wanted to be called apon in school.

He nodded his head and left from the meeting. They did not need to know he was there nor what his true intentions were. He went to the place were they had the food. Atlest they had that which was enough. They set it up like a buffet line and it looked good too. He went over to the line and as he did they looked at him like a monster but few of them came out and patted him on the back. Well thanks for helping we thought we were going to be in a bind. He did not like this comfort be he gave them the small fake smile. Yeah glad I could be of assistance. They pushed him ahead of themselves but as they did that he tried stepping out of line. He wanted to show them he was a hero so no one suspected him. He stepped out of line and told them that they would need more strength then he would in the upcoming fight for what was worse was a man who knew their plan.

He sat down and put his head down. He looked around at the people with his eyes above his arms and peered for an exit maybe he could get out and over to the villians to hear what they were doing so he could decide. He temporarily stuck it out and waited just incase he might have a chance. Urrrh this will take awhile before I can get passed. He put his head down and started to drift off into sleep were he would await the alarm of the black jupiter or just randomlly attack while he was on land. To gain the villians attention and help.

A boy in a mostly green costume with a small shield hovered over the city of London, He noticed that these buildings looked a lot different then one ones he had seen before. He couldn't put his finger on it though. He had landed on a ship when flying over the ocean and fallen asleep. He just woke up before it docked near here a few days ago. People even seemed to speak differently. Yet somehow this seemed slightly familiar to him.

He came by a massive clock tower and gazed for a second at his reflection in the glass. At first he just stared in awe. He then stuck his tongue out and made a face before laughing at himself. He then grew bored of it and began to descend to the streets. His smile disappeared as he noticed something seemed strange. Only a day ago these streets had been crowded by people and cars. Now they seemed mostly vacant with only a few people who seemed to be in a hurry. Something was wrong here. Miracle Boy increased his speed and gained altitude again scanning the ground beneath him.

A while later he saw smoke rising. The smoldering remains of jet fighters were scattered on the ground. He landed and ran to the first ruined aircraft and looked through the shattered cockpit. He paused for a moment realizing the pilot was clearly dead. He then raced to the next jet. It was in better shape but when he pulled the cockpit open and checked for a pulse this pilot hadn't made it either. He checked them one by one with a sinking feeling that he was to late to by of any use. But when checking the last one the pilot moaned weakly. He was clearly injured and barley conscious but at least still alive. He felt glad but sensed the urgency. He tore off part of the man's uniform and used it to bandage his wounds so he wouldn't bleed out then lifted the man on his back and soured into the skies.
“I'll get you to help.” He reassured not certain if the pilot could even hear him.

He squinted his eyes looking at something distant in the air. To be able to see it from this far it must be gargantuan. He had a feeling he knew what caused this. But he had to hurry to get this man to a doctor. He would be back for it later. He flew low desperately looking for someone who could help but no one seemed to be around. They all had fled from the giant airship. But before long he came on a bunch of fenced in buildings. Many other men were dressed like the pilot he carried. Only they wore shiny stuff on their clothing. Before them was a winged woman, who seemed very familiar. He flew just over the fence. It one looked up he might see the glimmer of the sunlight reflecting off of the golden leaf on the chest of his costume.
“Hey guys. Are any of you a doctor?” He called loudly to the group landing softly on the grass before them.
“This man got hurt.” He explained catching his breath.