Knowhere IC

That definitely is something to arrive to.

Constant power supply is good though. Almost as much sunshine as home. Not bad, I suppose. I'm Ianto.

We warned you we are not to be trifled with and your time is up. The galaxy will remember this day as the day the Guardians DIE!


(OOC: PEW PEW PEW!!! Aliens attack! The Troyjans and Ba-bani don't even bother with a warning shot before they start attacking Knowhere. Feel free to use the network as comms chatter throughout the next two days. Cosmo would have given everyone an earpiece like the Guardians have so everyone can communicate. We'll just say this particular earpiece has the ability to transmit to everyone or to a specified few. Just make sure you add an OOC note that specifies the post as comms chatter instead of a regular network post.)

(OOC: Let's assume this is later in the day well into the fighting)

Open Communication: Sent to all comms

TONY!!! NOOOO!!!

30 seconds later, Pepper's voice is shaky and panicked.

This is Rescue calling for medical assistance on top of The Nebulous Wrench. The Iron Man suit was shorted out somehow and Tony fell out of the sky. He's been impaled on... on god, I don't know what. I'm afraid to move him. If this thing is removed he'll bleed out. Send immediate evac.

Open Communication: Sent to all comms

Attention all comms. We have a Code Green. Repeat, we have a Code Green.

A couple seconds later. Her voice is dry and sarcastic.

That means the Hulk has come out to play.

After a brief pause.

If you don't know what a Hulk is, steer clear. I am not joking around. Stay away from the big green guy.

But it looks like he's on our side... for now.

direct communication to:Medical personnel ( jean grey, mercy, bruce banner)
direct communication from: Flash

I've been informed you could use some help. My name's Flash, a recent arrival. I'll be bringing you the injured that I am able from the field.

direct communication to:Batdudes, Jason, Dick, and Tim
direct communication From:Flash
Holler if you need me.

[Open Comms]

Look. They sent us playmates. How delightful.

[rapid gunfire echoing over crazed laughter] At last, something to do!

[Open Comms]

Well, at least this time I don't have to worry about my favorite Greek joint being turned to rubble by giant invaders from space...

[Open Comms]

Were it not for the glorious nature of this battle, I would quite loudly curse those who would send me to this strange realm!

And there is a Hulk!?

Someone fetch a bard when this battle is done, songs will need to be written of this day!

[ooc: Takes place later in the evening, after the ships have stopped attacking and Hulk has Smashed and whoever was going to get hurt by him has been hurt.]

COMMS POST:

I have the Hulk contained but I am unsure how long I can hold him. He is not turning back.

[Open Comms]

Fuck. Red, Bats, I think we might ... Shit.

[muffled whistle of air as Jason goes flying, then a thud and a crack as he hits a wall]

[Comms Post]

It's been a while since I had a good fight with alien spaceships.

Who needs backup and where?

I really do question my choices when a talking dog ceases to be the weirdest thing I've seen in a day.

[ Open Comms ]

Finally this place is starting to feel a little more normal.

[ Direct Comms: Torunn ]

So. Hulk and Asgardian land in a floating space head and your friend says...

How're you doing?

This joke is terrible. Blame it on the Star Spangled Idiot. The big one.

[ Direct Comms: Clint Barton(s) and Bobbi ]

So. This bow is awesome. Also, there's a Hulk. Also. These aliens are fucking persistent and really dumb.