H.A.M 'n Cheese [OPEN to public][H.A.M members]

No one expected there to be such a massive animal left on the planet, especially not such a destructive force. But in a world of superhumans, nothing seemed impossible. The ex-circus bear had become unruly, and escaped from it's captors over night. The police found themselves chasing the beast into a nuclear power plant. The radiation  would've killed most animals that would stumble into such an irradiated building; but this bear was different. It somehow managed to absorb the radiation into itself. It's claws became 20 foot razors, eyes appeared all over it's face and it clawed at them as it grew larger than a 50 story building. The short tail that was normally associated with the bear, became a long scaly hammer tail and it's breath? Became so cold that it froze the very air as it exhaled. But that wasn't the only thing, skyscraper sized spikes grew from it's back and dislodged with the force of a rocket ship.

It was official as it smashed into the bridge. London was falling down, and there was a need for heroes. Heroes with big ass guns capable of killing monsters this size. They needed... H.A.M

Martyr sipped on his soda from the cafeteria as he was being fit for his new suit which he could use while on H.A.M missions. Immune to extreme heat up 2,000 degrees farenheit and cold below 72 degrees Kelvin; the suit was bulletproof and extremely durable. Martyr would have a hard time destroying it. Currently, in his lucky charms boxers with only his mask covering his face; he felt strange just standing there. So he waited until they were done, and he suddenly heard the siren going off as the tailor took their hands from his legs. "Okay, so maybe I forgot to pay for this soda. Does that really justify setting off the alarm?" Martyr asked. Suddenly, over the intercom a voice rang through the base. "Level 3 threat located in London, UK. All H.A.M members to the briefing room." Martyr made a weird face, which the tailor noted. "Only level 3? What a let down." Said Martyr as he began walking away. "That's counting backwards from 5." The tailor said and followed after him, trying to give him his clothes back.

One never expected to fight a giant bear tearing apart a city, but here he was hearing said news about that. The thing that it could do sounded a little out of his paygrade, but then again, he did agree to become part of this little group in return for the excessive pay that came along with it. He had a tailor fix him up a suit, though Samael still was never really into the look of the suits, though it was the only thing that offered protection from intense cold. So that was why he was walking around in said suit, glad he also decided to have it made priorly. Luckily did they make him a pair of visors to take the place of his sunglasses that would have fallen off in the first five minutes.

That was of course when an alarm set itself off, meaning that either someone set something on fire or there was an actual mission. That was of course when the message about meeting in the briefing room came through, though he ended up walking past someone trying to catch up to what he assumed was Ashley. ”I’ll take those.” He said, walking past the tailor and grabbing the clothes from his hand. Keeping up with the immortal klutz was easy enough, just turning up his pace until he was walking alongside him.

”You know you can’t fight monsters in your underwear right? I mean, not like I’d complain.” He asked with a smirk, offering the clothes that had been left behind.

"Bwah!" The alarm woke up a hung over Shauna, much how a baseball bat to the nose. She was in her undies and pulled the sheets aside, taking about 2 seconds to remember where she was.

Getting hired for a new job implied a celebration, and celebration implied having a drink. Unfortunately these days Having a drink tends to move up to five or more, and that meant... well.

Grabbing her aviation jacket, pants, boots and glasses, Shauna was eventually completely dressed in the hallway on the way to the briefing room, a few personnel getting bumped into, elbow first if they said something. A few hand-strokes through the hair was what passed as proper grooming these days.

Shauna entered the briefing room mostly coherent and found the briefing room's coffee machine and fridge. She takes a bologne sandwich labelled 'Martyr's' and a 16 ounce brew, and sat down. The big aviator glasses hid the bags under her eyes, and she chowed down on the grub and coffee to get up to speed.

The tailor had followed Knightfall's directions to the letter as requested and the result was a white and black bodysuit with the HAM logo emblazoned on it. He had even been given a new helmet with the logo on the side, gave him a warm fuzzy feeling. But the alarm blaring into his ears did the complete opposite. He quickly grabbed his trench-coat and new helmet putting them on as he bustled out into the halls, bumping into a rather attractive woman with the smell of alcohol on her breath. He whistled then mumbled under his breath, "That's a keeper." Then he proceeded to follow the woman into the briefing room where Knightfall sat a seat away from her, eyeing her out of his peripherals as she devoured her food.

Martyr continued his walk through the halls of the H.A.M base when Samael showed up. "You know, you're right Sammy." He said and pulled his coat from the pile of clothes in his arms; as well as his hat which he quickly put on. He buttoned his coat and continued to walk without making an effort towards grabbing his pants or shoes. He opened the doors to the conference room with a flair.

He saw that Shauna was eating his sandwich and he was just about to say something; but then the director came in and ordered everyone to be quiet. "Eight hours ago London was hit by a monster attack. This one is a big one, ladies and gentlemen. The biggest one we have seen in almost 60 years. I'm sending in a team to engage this thing head on. That's you people." The director said. "You're job is to fly in and hit this thing with everything we have. I have teams on the ground evacuating civis and doing what the can from a ground level. But they won't last long. We need to hit it harder. Shauna, you're the pilot. Keep these guys in the air long enough to hurt the damn thing. Samael, you're going to be the field captain. You need to make sure that these two idiots don't end up killing each other before the monster does." He said gesturing to Martyr and Knightfall. "You two... just try not to die too badly.

With this, the director threw a set of keys to Shauna and left the room. Martyr turned to Knightfall. "Oh for crying... When am I going to get rid of you?!" Martyr asked grinding his teeth at the sight of his mortal enemy.

”Am I ever not right?” Samael rhetorically asked as Ashley went about dressing himself, likely only half paying attention to what he said. Well, one could have a meeting without pants in the loosest sense possible and that was all that mattered. He would walk into the briefing room alongside Ashley and take himself a seat, crossing his arms and looking to the one that was giving out the whole mission thing. Something was happening, and they needed to look into things. ”Keep them from killing each other, got it.” he said with a nod, looking from Knightfall to Ashley, keeping the glance a second longer on the immortal Martyr.

A set of keys was thrown to what he assumed was the token female member of the team, Samael looking to her with an arced brow. ”Welp, looks like I’m stuck doing the babysitting in this giant monster subduing mission.” he said, having already accepted such a designation. ”So I guess we leave now or whenever the lady flying the plane decides we do that.”

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The ground crew make the final preps before the group's first sortie, with Shauna doing aviator speak with ground control checking all the big bird's systems.

The plane's cargo door was down and the ground crew were directing the agents in, along with crates of whatever equipment they'd need for the mission. And snacks. Long flights required snacks and at least one meal.

Shauna herself was feeling uneasy, blankly staring at the controls in the cockpit.

"Ma'am? You alright?" Shauna snapped out of it when her female co-pilot shook her. She nodded, and took a deep breath. She simply grabbed the comm mic and let a pre-flight script flow out her mouth.

"All right ladies and gentlemen this is captain Shauna Masters and I'll be your pilot today. On behalf of the entire crew, welcome aboard H.A.M. Airlines flight 001, non-stop service from Las Vegas to London.

Our flight time will be of 3 hours and 15 minutes. We will be flying at an altitude of 85,000 feet at a speed of 1,800 miles per hour.

"At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and that your seat belt is correctly fastened. Also, your portable electronic devices must be set to ‘airplane’ mode until an announcement is made upon arrival. Thank you."

"The weather in London right now is rainy, with a chance for giant bears. Sit tight and enjoy your flight.”

The Aircraft taxis onto the runway and is off, building up speed rapidly and bringing the fight to London...

"I ensure you today the only thing dying today'll be radioactive Yogi, and probably Cresswell." He said, comically saluting the director on his way out. He then turned his attention over to Martyr at his comment. "On the fourth of "Nevember" it seems, but oh do I enjoy our time together so." He rolled his eyes and readjusted his helmet.

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Knightfall walked into the plane noting it's excessive cargo as he made his way to a seat. "Can't wait to see what's in those." Shaking his head slowly and chuckling to himself he strapped himself into his seat and awaited their departure. "Well look who we have here! You're the pretty lady who shot the arrow that ended up in my knee. Good times huh? Glad to see some familiar faces, although I wish it could be under better circumstances of course." Knightfall then nodded to the seat next to him offering her to sit down before the plane took off shortly.

After being debriefed and informed, the man informing The Demonic Dire found his ear being chewed off.
"Wow, this place is cool. Wonder how it was built... Hey, how was this place built?"

The guard gave a nasty look and spoke into his radio.
"Are you sure we should have someone this unstable on our task force, over."

Dire talked over the other guy, making his voice sound like a radio and saying "CSSSHHH I'm not unstable. Just obnoxious, over."

The guard went wide-eyed when he heard his next order.
"But sir-"
He was interrupted by a more harsh voice.
"Y-yes sir..."
He looked to Dire with a GPS device.
"Can you teleport to coordinates?" He asked with a sigh.

Dire shrugged with a bit more seriousness, "I can definitely try... Why? What's up?"

The guard showed the coordinates of the area the team was on in the plane.
"We normally don't let members who recruited minutes before go out into the field, but we feel you can hold your own. Go. Your team awaits you."

At that, Dire nodded and teleported to the coordinates.


-CUT TO HANGAR-

Dire appeared in the area he was supposed to appear in.
Just not in the right position.
He was upside down and completly rigid.
He flumped to the ground at Knightfall's feet before shooting up.
His crimson red hooded cloak/cape thingy was up over his face, covering his view.
"Dammit! I knew coordinates would mess me up! Sorry I'm late! Just joined..." He flipped his cloak off his face and looked at the team he had joined.
He saw SOME familiar faces, but only confronted one.
"Hiya Martyr! It's a pleasure ta be workin' with ya, and not against ya!"
The glowing red eyes, impish grin, and arrogant tone may have masked this, but Dire genuinely was glad to not be against the guy.
He felt as if they shared views, but had different ways of going about executing them.

After encountering Martyr, he would then address the rest of the team, "For those of you don't know, my name is Dire! I like long walks on the beach and I LOVE blowing things up. Kittens too. I like kittens. I'm sure we'll get along just fine..."
Then he would sit down.

oh no late late, or maybe early since the mission was in London and she kinda lives there. well, it's dumb luck but maybe if she plays it right she'll make a good impression with the boss if they think she got there early.

always good to make first impressions good when starting a new job. what to wear is why she was late. Jeannie always took awhile when it came to that as she loved shopping and tended to end up with a ton of clothes to look through.

huh well, the ham thingy is some kinda army thing so Jeannie comes up with something commando looking.

she packs a backpack with stuff that might come in handy and leaves a note for her parents that she's gone out saving the world again.

she hops on her motorcycle and heads out huh she wonders where exactly it is she should be going. her teammates were coming in from America so should she go to the airport to look for them or maybe she should start looking for the bear monster thingy.

huh, bear monsters sound scary so maybe finding the rest of the group would be best. wonder what a ham plane looks like so she'll know it's them maybe it'll look like a flying piggy. that'd be cute.

Martyr looked up and nearly groaned audibly. The Demonic Dire joined? Great. Who else would join? A freaking zombie? Ugh. Instead of groaning, Martyr just looked down at the H.A.M radio that they had given each of the members. It was mostly just a walkie talkie with a range of 20 miles, but it wouldn't run on electricity and it was on a nearly impenetrable network.

LONDON, NOW

As the former circus bear moved, the ground itself seemed to quake from its weight. No one, not even the British superheroes could seem to put a dent in it - although they certainly didn't try their hardest most likely. The bear swiped a hero known as "Chips" from the air as he attempted to fly into the bear's nostril to attack it's brain. His brother "Fish" was attempting to throw as much sea water as humanly possible on the beast. Despite these attempts, the bearcupine had little to no reaction.

The Bearcupine seemed to be growing, while the supers around it seemed to be falling down; panting harder than they really should've. Cell phones were randomly dying, helicopters fell from the sky, and all the energy from the power plants was dissipating faster than it was being produced. The city began going into a blackout.

As the H.A.M team arrived; the jet they had arrived in had its engine stall. Thankfully, H.A.M had also packed parachutes inside of their suits. Martyr decided to make it towards the emergency exit, with his upgraded weaponry. "This is probably going to suck. These things have parachutes built in...I think... Hopefully everyone here's indestructible if I'm wrong!" He yelled over the engine cutting out and jumped from the jet, pulling a string on his suit releasing a hot pink parachute.