Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5180556-20150416032731/@comment-26104528-20150420041053

"Hey, does someone want to put on some background music? Not really a fan of 'four seasons' during a firefight." Estellia said to an unknown offscreen entity.


 * cue Deadpool's theme from MVC3*

"Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!" she triumphantly said as she phased back out of the smashed exhibit and back into the main room. As she rematerialized a few meters above the six attackers, she switched both Avarices into gunform and fired a massive spray of acidic rounds before phasing to the far end. "Thought you could catch me off guard on vacation, eh? Heh heh, I'll give ya points for creativity. Here, take'em!" with that, Estellia switched both her SMGs into carbine form and fired yet another barrage of acidic mini-grenades into the fray.

On the other side of the museum, Fritz was still cloaked on behind cover analyzing the battlefield. "CATSAI, give me a scan on those guys." His shoulder-mounted camera perked up, but instead of the usual femenine voice, what sounded like a garbeled radio transmission came from it.

"...Director Fury...please respond..." Fritz could swear he didn't know a "director fury", but somehow the name meant something to him. Still cloaked, he made his way back to the SHIELD exhibit where the lone eyepatch seemed to be the source of the transmissions that had over-ridden his CATSAI unit.

Might as well see what's going on Fritz thought as he sliced the display case open with a claw from Shrekfaust and slipped the eyepatch on.

"Director Nick Fury, please respond. This is Helicarrier Iliad, awaiting your orders."

Somehow, everything about this "director fury" and SHIELD clicked and made sense.

"This is Director Fury. I'm looking at six hostile metahumans. Be advised, allied units already infield and danger close." Fritz replied back, thinking they probably wouldn't recognize his other name.

In response, the unknown radio operator replied "Roger. Deploying strike teams" and within seconds, two squads of heavily armed soldiers, all bearing the same eagle insignia fast roped through the roof and took position around Fritz.

"Alright squad, I want your team providing cover fire. The rest of you, move up and around the east wing of the museum to flank them from behind" with that, Fritz himself recloaked and took position behind a display case accross the hall from trenchcoat.