Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[The Republic of Atria]

OOC: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=365827

Alex was effectively on the lam. His bank accounts were frozen, and two of the most influential governments on Earth wanted him either dead, or alive so they could clone him or something worse. However, it wasn't all bad. He had become quite a popular hero and was well know for being the Golden Guardian. Though most of what he did entailed breaking up small fights and the occasional shootout. The thought that the public would side with him if it came down to it helped ease the situation. It was fairly easy to hide from the public. He reverted to a "normal" powerless state that appeared vastly different than his Golden Guardian form. A meek, frail, looking man no taller than 5'8". Rather than the long golden locks of hair he had, it was short and black.

Life was difficult. He couldn't stay in the form that didn't need food, water or rest. Not unless he wanted to make himself a target. And remaining in his human form meant he needed food, water and rest. So he had the Golden Guardian make a huge drug bust and "borrowed" about 100,000 USD in cash. He kept it in a dufflebag and moved from one cheap hotel to another. He had the powers that were enough to allow him to stand up to Superman, but he lived in a place that looked like the building equivalent of Detriot. Having no identification or last name wasn't helping things either. Something needed to happen. Something that would put him on the radar in a good way. He looked out the window of his room and didn't see anyone.

"Golden God." He shouted and grew at least a foot letting out a bright flash of light. His bag of money was kicked under the bed when not ten seconds after he made sure he was ready to go outside, outside came to him. Kind of. A mugger. With a knife. Kicked down the door that wouldn't have kept a puppy out on it's best day.

"Gimme that- Oh..." He said upon looking at the giant of a glowing man.

"Do you really want to do this? I'm not in the mood. Nor do I feel like calling the police and finding another place to stay for the night. So how about we make a deal. You put that little butter knife back in your pocket and we pretend this never happen. Or. You could do something stupid and wind up in prison with several broken bones and a meeting with "Bubba." He said and the man dropped the knife and move with Speeds that Alex didn't think were possible for a human. Now what?

[Finland SSR]

Augustin Gediminid/White Prince

Standing bravely on a rooftop and being cloaked in the shadows of the night in London, Augustin was observing a event just below his feet. A crime act. Exactly as he was testing out his new White Prince Armor. What was happening down there? Well, it looked like a band of organized bandits were breaking into a home. He was aware what happened. It was the Blue Eagle Group, and the house attacked was the house of a man named Jonathan Redwood, who had recently witnessed the gang breaking into a bank, leading to five arrests. It was a revenge act. And he was there to stop it.

A group of five men wearing dark blue were standing to the side as the sixth, a meta, fired an energy blast to the main door, destroying it and waking up the resident. Augustin acted quickly. He used the concrete below to make a small pin, then shot it through one of the normal men's head. It was an instant kill. The other looked up and pointed their flashlights at him, but he did not move. Instead, he let them see an image of him for a milisecond, before leaping up and landing on the group.

One of the mooks was crushed underneath his feet, but was still breathing. Augustin sent his foot on his head and started crushing it, while at the same time knocking the other three away with superhuman force. However, the meta noticed him, grabbed Augustin and threw him through the wall, which led to the main house.

Augustin quickly stood up from the rubble, but immediately kneeled down as one of the mooks opened fire from an M-16. Unfortunately, Jonathan was walking downstairs at themat time - a bullet got him in the chin and knocked him out unconscious. Likely dead.

"Civilian casualty. Well, damn." Augustin said to himself, then retaliated with an energy beam. It quickly disintegrated the four mooks, but the meta dodged it and attempted to assault the White Prince from the side. Unfortunately to him, his opponent was aware of the attack, and answered with a kick to the left cheek. It was followed by multiple strikes to various body parts, until the enemy finally succumbed and fell to the ground.

"I am the White Prince, and I am going to vanquish your kind. Remember those words - they are the last you will hear." Augustin said and blew the meta's face off with an energy blast. The neighbours had already woken up and started checking out the events that caused so much destruction and noise. They likely head the name. Well, that's great. Augustin walked out to the syreet, and without a word, flew off to the north. Back to his home.

And that, kids, is how you deal with thugs.

[The Starlight]

Elena sat in a foldable, yet comfortable chair upon a hill, overlooking the mountains. In front of her was an easel, and palette in hand, brush in the other, she exquisitely painted the mountain range. Nature truly was beautiful, and each of her paintings reflected that beauty. She always began with the large details, painting the peaks and outlines of the mountains, and where the sky and grass began and ended. Then, she selected a smaller brush and began to paint the smaller details, the blue, gray and brown of the mountains, the bark on the trees, and the birds floating upon the wind.

This, essentially, was her job, and she loved it. She got to spend her time painting whatever she felt like, and she had no boss, only an agent. She rarely sold the originals of her paintings, but copies were made, or she repainted smaller ones, and then she personally visited potential buyers, seeing their character, and determining whether her paintings would be in a place of honor, and well kept, or if the buyer simply wanted to add her paintings to a collection. She was often busy, nowadays, creating copies of her originals, but her fame was growing, and she had recently began taking commissions, painting specific people, and landscapes.It of course helped that she had won several competitions, and her fantastic art had been featured in magazines and newspapers. Elena had a certain style to all her paintings that made them both elegant and simple, and she placed a bit of herself into each one in some way.

Seeing that it was getting a bit dark, she withdrew from her purse a Stormlight sphere, and took a small breath, drawing the Stormlight into herself and letting her see what she was painting. The spheres certainly were useful, and she could control them, create and summon them at any time. And she had recently discovered that they made good grenades as well. Drawing herself out of her thoughts she continued painting for about an hour, and then suddenly stopped, realizing that it was complete. Standing up, she beheld it, and smiled. The mountain range she had painted quite resembled the Misty Mountains, as she had been aiming, and her work here was complete. Folding up the easel carefully, and folding her chair, putting it in its duffel bag, she slug it on her shoulder, and started to head back to her apartment.

[Nassan]

Red flashing lights, blaring alarms and Nicholas yelling at his bedside. Nathaniel hardly had the strength to get off his ass, let alone deal with whatever's going on. Last night was rough, he thought. He and his team of specialists had been tracking down rumours of aliens again, it was always the same few stories, prophecies of eclipses and eventual end-of-the-world crap, Nathaniel figured that it was what it was, crap. His splitting headache says otherwise.

"Nathan!", he shook, "We've got to leave, Marcus is down, and they found us." Nicholas said hastily.

Nathan pushed himself up and grabbed a tablet from the top of his desk, beside his bed. After several quick touches and swipes, he realized what had happened, and could only stare in wide-eyed silence. The video feed shown was a feed directly from the mission, the mission which he slept through. Marcus, one of his agents had been tasked to follow and keep tabs on three men, looking roughly in their thirties, everything went quietly just as Nathan had promised his team the night before, and the alien rumour seemed just like what it should be, just a rumour, but just as they were turning in on a corner, one of them, with shoulder-length hair and a slight beard, turned with such inhuman ferocity and speed, and thrust his entire arm into Marcus' chest, exiting through his back, still gripping his heart, the video feed ended with Marcus' body twitching one last time, the one with the slight beard reached forward, took the pin camera on Marcus' shirt, and crushed it between his fingers.

Confused and perplexed, Nathan could only mutter, "What?", he had just fallen asleep several moments ago. His mind still replaying the image of Marcus' death repeatedly, Although Marcus was new, he was enthusiastic and filled with gusto, he eagerly accepted this mission when Nathan had called for a volunteer. Nathan stumbled backwards as he attempts to push himself off his bed and falls back on his bed, this time in an upright position.

Nathan looked away and inhaled forcefully, "Who are they,and how did the find us.", Nathan tried his best to sound stern and confident, but he's barely managing not falling back onto his bed.

Nicholas stares with corcern, "We don't really know, but they must have tracked us through the pho- Private Communication Device you gave Marcus." He replied.

"We need to go, all of us, Is Richard holding the--"

Just as Nathan was about to complete his sentence, an explosion was heard from the room beside him, came crashing through the wall was Richard holding one of the aliens in an inverted chokehold, "Nick!" Richard yelled. Nicholas turned and lifted up a black heavy device, with a grunt, he aimed it at the alien still struggling between Richard's arm, both the left half of Richard's upper body, along with the alien's bulk disintegrated in a flash of light as Nicholas pulled the trigger. As soon as Nathan's eyes adjusted to the light, he struggled himself up, and leaned against Nicholas' frame. "Bloody hell, that was our only one." Nicholas said as he dropped the weapon on the floor. A Plasma cannon, an older design, stolen directly from S.H.I.E.L.D. months prior, and was meant just for metahumans and in this case, aliens.

"The rest are already out, you just wouldn't wake up." Richard moaned as he emerges from the rubble, with his whole body intact. "We need to leave now." He pressed. Two more explosions, just a room away, the heat was intense, and the air was thick with rubble. "Both of you, hold on to me." Richard grabbed Nicholas and Nathan and reared his head forward as he leapt against the concrete ceiling, and into the surface. Several more leaps and they were greeted by the rest of the team in an isolated cave.

The trio stood still, staring at each other, still trying to catch their breaths, "So what now?" Nicholas broke the silence.

"We head to our second base in San Fracisco, and get our bloody revenge. For Marcus." Nathan declared, "For Marcus." They agreed in unity.

[Rob Halfordia]

It was a relatively quiet day over East City, and the inhabitants went about their day without hindrance. The ambient sounds of the city were unlike many others, and the people almost all seemed to know each other, with many strangers just engaging in conversations, whether it be on the sidewalk or in a cafe. But, that was all about to change on this faithful day.

In the skies above the city, two objects glinted. They were not planes nor helicopters, but seemed to be like metallic meteorites, dropping to the Earth's surface at immense speed. They crashed into the middle of a street, shattering floor level windows all around them, and leaving massive craters. People gathered around the craters, many silent, and some yelling that they were space ships. Suddenly, the windowed doors of the pods opened up, and air locks releasing a visible air. As the two beings stepped out, the people around the pods now gasped out, some yelling that they must be aliens.

The shorter of the two touched the button on the side of his scouter, and suddenly spoke to the other, taller alien, "These beings are pathetic. Look at their power levels. The highest one I can find is six. But, I guess I really shouldn't be surprised, after all the gravity here must be at least 10 times less than that of our old planet.", he said, before turning to the crowd, "Greetings Earthlings, my name is Okarot, and this is my associate Tabaga. We are Saiyans from the planet of Vegeta. Now, you will lead us to the things you call Dragon Balls and we might let you live.", he said impatiently.

The people recoiled in fear before looking at each other, confused. One of them called out, "We don't know what you're talking about. We've never heard of these Dragon Balls or Saiyans.", said the man.

Okarot suddenly gained a look of anger, and spoke in a reprimanding voice, "I don't appreciate being lied to. We know you are hiding them, but you've had your chance. Tabaga, show them what they've won.", the Saiyan said in a way that would suggest he has authority.

Suddenly the bigger one smiled, "With gusto.", he said as he lifted his hand and the majority of the city around them was vaporized in a massive explosion. Okarot sighed at the rather overdone punishment. In either case, this act would like draw out the more powerful amongst the earthlings.

[The Republic of Atria]

Alex sat on the end of his bed looking at the cracked mirror directly across from him. The rather attractive blond man he was looking at. What was he? He knew that he was created to protect humans from- his thoughts were interrupted by a blast wave that took out most of the apartment. -Aliens. THe blast had hardly phased him, but he was in the middle of an existential crisis, but for some reason, every time something like this happened, he just HAD to investigate. Itching for a fight and to find out who was responsible for the huge amount of destruction, he shot into the sky leaving a golden trail. Finding them was... Almost easy. It was like he could sense them or something.

Alex smashed into the ground, his eyes bright gold and looking rather annoyed. He looked at the two men and smiled. "Well now. What have we here? Baldy and Shorty. Now, under normal circumstances, the big guys would come over and skull fuck you into next week, but I'm pretty sure I can handle you idiots. Besides. I haven't had a real fight in ages. So I would appreciate it, if you could actually not die when I give you a little love tap."

[Rob Halfordia]

Okarot smiled, "Ah, and I see that the local resistance has arrived. I wonder what your power level is.", he said, holding down the button on his scouter. What looked like a four digit number appeared, "3000, huh? Impressive for an Earthling. But, you have no idea what your up against. To be honest, you aren't even worth my time. Tabaga, take care of this insect.", he said with a hint of aggression.

The larger Saiyan spoke, "My pleasure boss.", he said, pulling out some tablets from his armor and digging holes in the ground, planting them. After dropping some strange liquid atop the soil, it begin to shift and change. Suddenly, six little green creatures emerged. Tabaga smiled, "This soil is good, these Saibamen have a power level of at least 2000. They should be able to take care of this pest."

[The Starlight]

Putting her easel down and laying on her bed, she felt a tremor. Bewildered, she looked out of her window to see destruction. Most of her beloved city was destroyed! But it couldn't have been an earthquake, she would have felt it a lot more if it was. Lucky, her apartment building was in the outskirts of the city, so she wasn't in danger. Curious, and worried, she took several full spheres, and putting them in her purse, turned herself, and her purse invisible. Leaping and flying from rooftop to rooftop, using Stormlight to up her Peak Human abilities. Then, coming upon the epicenter of the explosion, she hid behind a chimney and looked out, remaining invisible, seeing a man confronting two aliens, it looked like.

[New Neros]

Maxwell Morningstar
Kingdom of Ur, North Atlantic Ocean

A throne fit for a king lay unfilled in a simplistic, yet almost impossibly large domed complex that constituted the royal court of Ur. It's vast walls were made of materials invented by the very man who was to sit on said throne, cheap and durable, able to resist a myriad of forces and attacks while appearing like glowing marble. Why did the King of Ur refuse to take his seat, one he himself has had built? The simple answer was that it was indeed fit for a King, but not fit for God.

Maxwell saw himself as the pinnacle, the end all, the highest possible expression of intelligent life on Earth. No, he was not a God, he saw himself as God, in whatever sense that made. It was not based on the Christian, the Gods of Olympus, monotheism, polytheism, nothing except one thing: Power. While many around the world possessed unreal amounts of power and abilities that would make any man quake in his boots, Mad Max did not only believe that he was the strongest, he knew. Where was God as the world held their breaths as aliens descended from the skies themselves? Deep underground, studying, watching. He'd become involved later, but this was only a time to investigate.

The amount of time he spent in this underground complex, Max should have made this his throne room. Surrounded by electronics, computers, screens, and the like, Mad Max patiently waited on a metallic swivel chair, feeding grapes to himself. Oh yes, he's been watching these ships since they made it past the orbit of Neptune, observing, calculating, thinking. Everything he could do as he awaited these alien invaders. Earth had enough heros protecting her - these two would be made into mince meat after too long. Especially with the certain ones Max himself had been following, being of notable power.

"Hm?" Max said, watching the screen, the video showing it as if he had camera crews surrounding the entire battlefield. It was almost like that, small nanites or something along those lines. It helps to calculate where your aliens will land so you can have their faces on video as soon as they step onto Earth. However, Max's surprise came at the first responder to the invaders. "It seems like Ponyboy has made it to them first." He commented, pleased with reference to Golden Guardian, Alexander himself. Max took a sip from a wine glass, containing only water within it. In a small move, he pressed a button on his armrest, bringing up several news outlets.

He could watch and focus on them all at once with ease. Vague details, nothing more. Just that some aliens are on Earth. "Fools. Can they only parrot what they hear? Be saved, then, from ignorance by the might of Maxwell." The man uttered, firmly pressing another button on his arm rest. It took maybe a few seconds at most, as the news crews quickly began to air live amateur footage of the event as it was happening. The same video feed Maxwell had been watching previously, now plastered all over the globe. "Perhaps this will make it more interesting. The media, dickweeds the lot of them, have fallen into yet another trap of my own. As you air my footage from my live feed, watch as I secure your channels and frequencies from your very noses. A good-to-have for a later event, I'm sure."

Maxwell began to make motions as if he were getting up from his seat, rising slowly and lazily. "What must be done, though, is propaganda. None may ask 'Where was Maxwell when we needed him?', for they shall only need me for a brief moment. Behold, World, as I woo you with my faux-pas and pass myself off as your savior. For the only world that can be saved," He said, appearing at a large circle device, a teleporter of some sort, "Is Maxworld."

[The Republic of Atria]

"Growing your own soldiers? What? You too good to do the dirty work yourself? Oh well. I could use a warm up." He says and cracked his neck and knuckles. "I noticed the tails. You all are Saiyans. Thought you went the way of the Kryptonians and ppppppbbbbbbt." He said making the sound of a fart. A few things he learned how to do was control the amount of power he was out putting. He was at about one fifth of his full power. "You said my power level is at 3000? That's not too bad with me only using about twenty percent. But I like fair fights. No fun if I just spank you right off the bat."

And with that he looked at the little green men. "Come on you little buggers." He said and they flew at him fairly quickly. Two shot off to the side and one went straight to him. As soon as the one charging him head on got within arms reach, Alex caught the strange little thing. "It's almost kinda cute... Nah." He said and smashed it with one hand. The other two hit from the left and right. Alex grabbed the right one and used it to smash the other Saibamen into pieces. "I mean they're fun little guys. Got anything a bit bigger? I haven't had a good fight in a long time."

[Nassan]

"Nicholas! Are you sure we can't get new couches, this one's terrible and it's so uncomfortable."

"Nathan, You chose this bloody couch yourself." Nicholas argued. "Stop whining , can you get the telly to work?" He continued.

Nathan stood up and rolled back into the couch with a loud 'thump' and proceeded to turn on the television, "Telly, who says-" Nathan immediately stood up and fixated his glance onto the television. His eyes widened in terror, "Nicholas, look.", he said as he pointed towards the television. On the television was a live news telecast, the camera was focused on a pair of aliens emerging from their individual space pods.

"BREAKING NEWS: EAST CITY VISITED BY ALIENS. CAREY MARTINS HERE REPORTING LIVE AT EAST CITY. EAST CITY SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN VISITED BY ALIENS, THE ALIENS HAVE NOT INDICATED ANY HOSTILE INTENT-"

A deathly wave of energy enveloped the camera and horrid screams filled the room and the telecast was replaced with static. Nathan and Nicholas stared in horror at one another. They had just witnessed yet another hostile alien attack. It was Nathan who broke the silence, "Nicholas, I need you to start up the jet, I'll wake everyone, We're heading to East City.".

Nathan loved the jet, he loved anything he stole from S.H.I.E.L.D., but he was terribly sick of it right now, cramped up with Teresa whining endlessly, he was almost tempted to lock her in the washroom. "These aliens are scary as fuck, we shouldn't mess with them, shouldn't we focusing on the aliens that killed Marcus?" Teresa complained. Nathan rolled his eyes and grunted.

"Agent Teresa, the aliens who killed Marcus will pay, but I founded this team on the principals of protection. The people of East City needs help. Even if the aliens prove to be too superior for combat, we'll help evacuate the survivors, if any." Nathan rebutted.

Nicholas visibly annoyed by Teresa, rolled his sleeves, and slammed his hands onto the round table "Teresa, if you are unhappy with any of Nathan's decisions, you can hop off the plane."

"Nathan is right, these people need protection. Richard, you'll be following me, we'll be scouting for the aliens, Amy, you need to scour the internet for information, keep us up-to-date. And as for the rest of you, Teresa, Samuel and Jordan, Search-and-Rescue, any problems?" Nicholas paused, "Good, we should be reaching any time soon, be ready to set off.".

[Rob Halfordia]

Okarot looked at the one mocking them, but payed no mind to the insults. More, he was surprised that any Earthling could have a power so high. Tabaga, the bigger bald Saiyan responded to it in a worried way, "I... you're bluffing! You can't have power that high! It can't be!", he yelled in disbelief.

Okarot spoke as well, "I don't believe you either. Just a simple bluff to try to scare us, but sorry, no dice.", he said, looking over to Tabaga, "Go ahead and finish this one, he's getting on my nerves. He seems to have no idea what he's dealing with.", he said confidently, before finishing his sentence, "Oh, and by the way, if you don't beat him, I finish you myself."

Tabaga nodded nervously before looking over to the Earthling and speaking in an arrogant tone, "Alright you little worm! I'll teach you to try to lie to me! You can't defeat me, and you're a blind fool for thinking you can! Now, time to finish this and find the Dragon Balls."

[Altito Asmoro]

Gotham City

Yes, being a criminal boss is hard. And no, his rivals are not as weak as he thought to be, though he though they are because well, he worked for someone at that time, and now he works as that someone. Iceberg Lounge is a thing, Penguin is a thing, Maroni family is still a thing, and all of his rivals are a thing, except for few who had been drowned for months under the sea.

In the mansion left for him, Kyle watched the TV while eating his croissant sandwich, a new food he knew previously and a very delicious one. Behind, his bodyguards chatted here and there, all kinds of things being talked about, about Superman, Batman, local businesses, and girls. Ooh, girls, yeah. Especially the one from Big-Bang Theory. Hot, sexy girls.

Set that aside, Kyle watched the breaking news of East City's destruction.

"Holy. This destruction left nothing. Hmm....what should I do? Going there might be hard. Not going there, might be harder."

He pondering on what to do.

[New Neros]

-snip

Maxwell seemed to phase onto the destroyed area of East City. He was located off to the side of the two Saiyans. He paid no mind to Golden Guardian, Max had no use for allies in this situation, and the man felt that someone like Alex could hold his own even against these monkey's. He made a slow and deliberate approach, ignoring whatever was developing between the larger Saiyan and Ponyboy, Mad Max's eyes trained solely on the leader of this operation.

"You there." He commanded, crossing his arms in front of him, Max's armor gleaming a dull gray. "You are trespassing on Terran soil, and I expect you to leave." He said with authority, knowing the various codes that governed the galaxy and planets like Earth, but already assuming the Saiyans were employed by the Planet Trade - or here on personal business. "Yet, I know that you will not." He continued, tilting his head at Okarot, sizing him up, looking him up and down.

"Tell me, then, what do you plan to do with the Dragon Balls?"

[The Republic of Atria]

Alex nodded. "You think I'm bluffing? I was created to destroy beings that could wipe you out with a passing glance. Truth be told I know that there are barriers in my body. Magic and psychic, that prevents my full power from coming out. And once I find a way to rid myself of them, I will be nothing short of a God. Here's a sample of me at 50 percent. Please try and make it interesting." He said and his power level would be around 7500 as bright golden lightning arcs around his body. He smiled at the bald Saiyan. "Let's go Baldy."

Tabaga was between a rock and a hard place. "That number can't be right! How can a worthless human be so powerful?" He demanded. There had to be some secret to the man's power. It was time to call his bluff. Tabaga flew at Alex and threw a ouch that would have leveled a city block, only to have it caught by Alex. Tabaga then tried to pull his arm free of the human but was having little success. "Let me go this instant! Or I'll blow up the rest of this city!"

"Y'know. You're being a rude guest. Threatening to blow up more innocent people? That will cost you an arm." He said and with an audible crunch and snapping, Alex had shattered most of the bones in Tabaga's hand and forearm. He then proceeded to shudder a bit. "It's funny. Gore doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've watched people's heads explode without so much as blinking. But those weird bone contortions always give me the willies. Hey Short Stack." Alex then turned away from Tabaga to face Okarot. "I'm about to pretty much tear this poor guy into pieces. Any part you want to see firs-" Before he could finish his question, Tabaga hit him in the back with a massive beam and actually knocked him away.

"He... Wasn't that tough..." He said between twinges of pain and breaths. "All... Talk. Empty threats." He said and looked over at the smoking body of Alex. Which began to stand back up and face Tabaga with some burns on his back and cuts on his face that quickly began to reseal themselves. "What the hell ARE you?! That was my most powerful attack! You shouldn't even exist anymore!" Tabaga shouted.

"Like I said. I'm many things. You couldn't even begin to imagine half of them. But for now, I'm going to take the role of executioner. Guess who's first on the chopping block?" He asked and created a light construct axe and began to swing at Tabaga intentionally missing at the last second. "Dance monkey dance! You aliens think you're so damn tough?! But you're not!" He laughed letting his arrogant Saiyan side take over. "I'm going to disarm you!" He said and created a second axe behind Tabaga and cleaved off his other arm that wasn't powderized. "Barely worth the time." He says and kicks the bleeding and broken body of Tabaga. "He's through. Though with blood coming out like that. I'd say he's got... a few minutes before he dies of blood loss."

[Nassan]

As Nathan exited the jet, he gasped as he observed the surrounding, the city wasn't even in ruins. The outer section was fine, pristine even, but the inner sections were replaced with a large crater. It was as if an entire section of the city was removed. There aren't any-- there aren't any survivors, he thought. Nathan knew that Teresa was right, for two individuals to be capable of such destruction, he and his team were terribly outclassed. He had half the mind to leave, but he had to see these two beings with his own eyes.

"Nathan! You should be staying in the jet, it's not safe. Leave the field duty to us.". Richard said. Richard, unlike the rest of them team who was armed to the teeth with energy pistols and light-plasma grenades, was completely unarmed, but he is easily the most dangerous member of the team. His imposing stature could easily be enough to end a fight before it even started.

"I need to see them, I'm joining the scouting party." Nathan replied. Nathan knew these aliens were something else, he just had to see them in action, he was struck with both awe, and terror by them.

"Even if I try to stop you, you'll probably still insist, at least try to stay close to me out there." Nicholas sighed. Nicholas, is, simply put, the brains of the team. He fills the role of the tactical specialist and the field leader. Unlike Richard who had a heavily built frame, Nicholas had a leaner stature. He, along with the rest of the team wore protectives vests, made with technology stolen by S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Great! Get my bag for me Nicholas!" Nathan exclaimed jokingly as the trio began walking towards the centre of the crater.

As Nathan arrived at the scene. Nathan was mesmerized, what he saw was amazing. He saw tiny green men seemingly sprouting from the ground, a metahuman, Nathan recognized him from the files he got from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was emanating bright golden lights while fighting off the tiny green men as if they were nothing, but what he heard was even more wondrous, he heard talks of dragonballs, and their magical wish-granting properties. He would have stayed frozen and been spotted if it weren't for a timely tug from Nicholas.

Nathan and the rest of the trio, quickly hid behind a pile of rubble as one of the tiny green men turned towards their direction.

[Nassan]

“We need to go, Nathan.” Nicholas warned. “Now.”

“Just a moment, it’s getting bette-“

“No.” Nicholas interrupted sternly. “We are leaving now, it’s getting way out of hand, you left me in charge of this team, and I’ve made the decision to leave.”.

Just as Nicholas was about to drag Nathan off his feet, a humongous piece of rock flew towards the trio. Richard snapped forward and delivered a heavy blow, shattering the rock into shards. Before Nathan could give thanks to Richard, they were spotted by the two aliens.

One of the two waved his right hand towards us, as if signalling to his little green men, “Sic ’em” One of the little green men began charging towards the trio.

Nicholas reacted immediately by pulling Nathan by his arms and rolling aside, as Richard leaped forward and wrestled in mid-air. Richard pinned it down in almost an instant, but the green man’s cranium split open and a foul green liquid exploded onto Richard’s face. Richard let out a horrid scream, Nathan could only stare in shock, he had never seen Richard scream as he just did. Richard covered his face with his hands and cursed, “Little fucker!”, and began pushing himself back, Nicholas quickly got up and took aim with his energy pistol. The first shot knocked the little green man back against a large rock, the little green man began to screech, and a second blast ended the heinous sound.

Richard got back up immediately after, his face healed to what it was before. He was outraged and he stared intently at the alien duo, his skin began to radiate a hot-red glow, a sign, threatening to explode violently. Nathan reached out his hand to grab Richard’s arm, and Richard's fury began to dissipate, “Stop, Nicholas was right, we can help look for survivors, we have to leave, now.”.

Richard calmly nodded his head. As the trio began to back off, Nathan yelled in the direction of the metahuman, "Hey, Golden boy! Good luck with whatever they are." and proceeded back to the outer sections of the city.

[The Fallen Jedi]

Near East City

Slowly climbing out of the wreckage of the Shuttle, Sanji shot his hand forward, sending debris flying forward as he stepped off of the remains of the shuttle that he and his brothers were traveling on "I swear to the Celestials..."[/color] Sanji sighed in annoyance as he walked towards both Ryaku, his eldest brother, and Myaku Masaki, his younger brother "Well both clone pilots died in the crash and the ship is trash, I doubt that we will return to Reserdan in this heap of trash, and trust me, I tried to salvage what remained of the ship and the only thing I've found are our lightsabers, the only things that weren't destroyed in the ensuing crash." Sanji stated, tossing the two lightsabers to both brothers "So does anyone know of what we should do, the scanner told us that there is intelligent life on this world."

Quickly catching the lightsaber and hooking it up to his utility belt, Ryaku removed the hood of his robe as he looked up to Sanji "Well the best thing we should do is to at least activate the emergency beacon so a starship could come pick us up, or perhaps we should go exploring around the planet and see if we can find help in repairing the starship." Ryaku curtly and calmly responded, looking back to his lightsaber to see if any damage was visible or noted on his lightsaber, letting out a content sigh as he found that the lightsaber was relatively unschathed from the crash.

Carrying the two dead Clone Troopers, Myaku walked out from the cockpit of the Shuttle, dropping the two deceased Clone Troopers on the ground carefully "Well the only problem is that the Emergency Beacon is far too damaged to even broadcast a single parsec signal, and I doubt that a Republic starship is even within this part of the Galaxy nor do I know if this is even our Galaxy anymore!" Myaku replied with an annoyed look on his face.

Making an attempt to deliver a snappy comeback, Sanji stopped before he looked in the direction of East City, having sensed the massive loss of life along with many powerful energy signatures originating from the remains of East City "Did you all just feel that major drop in energy?" Sanji quickly asked his brothers, a small yet shocked expression on his face as he tried to find out what was happening in the now destroyed East City. Sanji's question was answered when he saw Ryaku close his eyes and go into a Meditative State "You two get ready to go, I'll create a specter of my form to see what is going on there." Ryaku replied, a spiritual part of his body beginning to manifest within East City.

[Asterdan]

Jackson Stark had just finished running the final diagnostics on his Injustice Armor. He had recently installed some minor updates, and was just checking to make sure they didn't interfere with anything. The updates weren't really updates at all, he had simply been attempting to add his music streaming capabilities to Remote Mode. After checking everything, Jackson decided it was time to take it for a test run.

He walked over to his containment unit, sat down in it and began the console commands. He placed his Manual Injustice Initiator into a special compartment, which in turn activated the containment unit.

"Victor," Jackson began, "Initiate Injustice Armor, Remote Mode."
"Right away, sir." came the voice of Victor, his cybernetic servant.

Wires connected to his, arms and legs as he slowly closes his eyes. A few seconds later, the eyes of the Injustice Armor lit up. Jackson smirked mentally, as he had become the armor. He looked around the room before getting up and looking himself over. His red body shone as light glinted off of it, his golden gauntlets, feet and the apparatus attached to his face shining even brighter.

Okay then, he thought to himself, Let's begin the tests. Don't Let Me Go- Shrek the Musical

Suddenly, Don't Let Me Go from Shrek the Musical began playing inside his head. He smiled mentally, surprised it had actually worked!

"Alright!" he cheered out loud, "Now let's take the suit out for a run, what do you say, Victor?"
"Sounds like a plan to me, sir." the voice replied.

With that, Injustice took off towards a tunnel which led under the sea and away from his private island. He ran towards the mainland, running about as fast as a racecar. It wasn't long before he was travelling through the streets of a city, simply listening to his various music. That's when Victor broke his thought.

"Sir, there appears to be some type of extra-terrestrial attack on East City." Victor stated, matter-of-factly.
"Let's go check it out then!" he said, smiling in his mind.

He took off, hoping that this would provide a chance for the Injustice Armor to improve itself via Adapting. After a few minutes, the robot finally arrived.

"Well look who's here!" he said, seeing the army appearing, "Aliens, Goldilocks and a few others! Let's knock a few heads!"

He raced to join in the battle.

[Finland SSR]

Augustin Gediminid/White Prince

After the events in London, Augustin headed home, but not for long, as his armor beeped and informed him that a new even was unfoldin. Just a few kilometers from here, actually. Two alien dudes landed in East City and started wrecking havoc. That's where he wanted to be, and that's where he...

...was. After only a few seconds of flight, Augustin, still in his White Prince Armor, secretly landed in the Saiyan crashing site. Trying to conceal his presence, he watched as an another superhero took down one of the enemies. Like a boss... Wait a second... As Augustin was about to jump out ad attack the other Saiyan, he noticed a strange device next to his feet. It was Tabaga's scouter, which fell off during the fight, but he was not aware of that. Anyway, he still picked it up. Might be useful.

The White Prince then leaped on one of the destroyed buildings, and prepared a paralysis dart, with near instant effects. His targeting system had already locked onto Okarot, and was ready to fire as soon as he moves.

[New Neros]

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Feeling a familiar presence based on its energy signature, Mad Max cut his eyes away from the Saiyan for a brief moment, but trailed them back as he waited for a reply from Okarot. "It seems like the Prince has arrived, sticking his nose in business that is not his own. Max thought, following him with his energy given off. "We will not have a repeat of past transgressions against me." He further declared mentally.

With that, Mad Max focused on two potential opponents at once.

[Finland SSR]

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As Augustin was observing the environment around the battle scene, checking for any important details, he saw a few more people nearby. One of them, a strikingly tall and muscular blonde, caught his attention. Wait a second... Don't tell me that... His HUD zoomed in on the face - there was no mistaking it. It was Mad Max. Augustin had some history with this guy - it's a long story. If he is also here, I'll need to keep twice as much attention. That Max is surely unpredictable.

Still holding up his right hand with the paralysis dart sticking out, the White Prince prepared for the upcoming fight, focusing his attention on two possible enemies this time.

[Charmera]

Claudia surveyed the scene from afar, having moved nearby the Saiyans, after they exploded a good deal of the city, with her wind powers. She was simply watching the fight play out before her, not doing anything. Partly out of fear, partly out of uncertainty. After all, though she did have power it was raw and untrained. She had seen these two aliens dish out absurd amounts of damage. Even if she could do anything, she might only end up making things worse. Hell, she could barely tell what was going on from this distance. As far as she knew, the gold guy was a "goodie" (Though, she wasn't sure how "good") and the two buff guys were aliens of some sort. She couldn't hear anything from down here, so she had no idea what they wanted. So far they hadn't noticed her, but she wasn't too sure how long that'd last.
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Shit... The gold guy is kicking the crap out of that alien... She turned slightly to the alien with crazy hair. Still, that guy isn't doing anything... Almost as if he doesn't care. She noted. She began to float in the air, using air currents to propel her upwards. She flew a little closer, though she didn't want to get involved yet.

[Rob Halfordia]

Okarot had an apathetic look as Tabaga was defeated. The wounded Saiyan called out to Okarot, "Okarot... please... please help me... I... I can't feel anything...", the Saiyan struggled to get out. He was missing both of his arms and couldn't feel the rest of his body. He couldn't move without help at this point.

But, Okarot was a man of his word, "Tabaga, what did I tell you before.", he said, sticking out his hand and pointing two of his fingers at Tabaga, "I told you if you couldn't finish the job, you would be finished.", he said, as a look of terror grew over Tabaga's face. Suddenly, Okarot lifted his two fingers, and Tabaga shot into the air, screaming in horror as he lost control over his body. Okarot began laughing maniacally as he closed his fist, and the Saiyan that was once his companion was vaporized in a massive explosion.

Now, Okarot looked over to Alex, "So, blondie, how about I show you a real fight. Let's see if you can keep up with a Saiyan Elite. But, let's not do it here, this doesn't seem like a proper place. I'm thinking something with some canyons, maybe some nice rock formations. Oh, and a little less corpses. You know any places like that?", he said, before directing his attention to the one he would come to know as Mad Max, "Why should I tell you, a simple peon, my plans for the Dragon Balls? It shouldn't be that hard to guess, but I understand that you Earthlings don't think very often.", he said, laughing to himself.

[The Starlight]

Looking at the pods, the two aliens, and this Golden Guardian, along with those floating around, watching, Elena analyzed the situation, as she always did. Her eyes narrowed as the Golden Guardian cut off the taller Saiyan's arms and left him to die, the other Saiyan ruthlessly killing him. Lethal force had been completely unnecessary.

She did wonder where all the big heroes were, but she supposed they had greater matters to take care of. Still, 75% of a city had just blown up. Surely that warranted some attention from either the Justice League or the Avengers. She glanced up at the sky. Nothing. Seeing two of the Saibamen heading for an old couple who had escaped the blast warranted her attention, however. Grabbing several spheres from her purses, she breathed in and leaped off the roof, landing with a roll and stood up in front the old couple. It was times like these that she wished she had a cape. That would've made it a bit more dramatic. Turning to the couple she said, "Get to safety." Giving her attention back to the pair of Saibamen, allowing them no time to attack, she flicked her, sending several spears of light at them. Running forward, she simply blasted one away and kicked the other one in the stomach and afterwards, the face. As the first one began to recover, another blast did the job. She looked around, seeing if any other civilians were in danger.