Euro-Avengers #4 Fanfic
"Another Day In Paradise"
Three days After the Division 3 events, Ares is still searching for a way to kill Doom. In Muspelheim Ares is looking up and talking to Surtur..
Ares: I realize you have every reason to hate me.. and I don't blame you, however, 10,000 years of service is nothing to snort at.. by doing this, we can presently leave things.. on a more .. even note.
Surtur: BOY!.. you have not yet imagined what hate is!
Surtur makes a slight swing of his giant sword past Ares to knock him over..
Ares standing back up: SEE! I knew you still cared! .. [mumbles] or you *would* have killed me.
Surtur: What gain is there for me?
Ares: I know this place. I know you. I have told *NO-ONE* in over 10,000 years anything of any way to acost you.. besides I secretly remember this place fondly.. but dare not tell the humans.
Surtur: SO I AM YOUR MENTOR?? AHAHAH *that* pleases me boy haha
Ares: Well.. I suppose..
Surtur: What you seek is not by any way or means easy, but you knew that.. MY APPRENTICE hahah
Ares: Come on.. be nice.. it's embarrassing..
Surtur: HAHAHA
Surtur: My forge does not have the power you seek.. even if used to capacity, even if I sacrificed two of my loyal pets, it is not enough to forge a weapon to kill the 'man of doom'.
Ares: And three?
Surtur: I have but three pets of this kind left!.. no matter, three would break the forge entirely.
Ares: ah!.. do you still have that old map to 'Knowhere'? perhaps the Collector..
Surtur interrupts: he's dead.
Ares: What??
Surtur: DEAD BOY.. NO MORE.. Honestly you have been spending too much time with humans.. now who's embarrassed?
Ares: no.. I was.. just surprised..
Surtur: Have you any other 'bright' ideas?
Ares: I know you.. you hid a clue in there..
Surtur: OF COURSE IT WAS BOY!.. is your time in Midgard making you stupid? [disapproving noises].. humans.. Reality TV..
Ares: what does the clue mean? .. [under breath] and I don't watch *that* much TV, it's just the humans rise at 8am, I get up at sunrise, I need something to do..
Surtur: THE POWER COSMIC! .. I am really starting to think the humans have made you weak minded.. and fat, perhaps my demons would like to feed on you? HAHAH
Ares: Hey! Their ale is fattening! I still do all the exercises you taught me.. every morning!
Surtur: While watching TV. [sarcasm] call me.. impressed.
Ares: The Power Cosmic.. I remember.. didn't an Olympian wield this power?
Surtur: Yes.. but that was a millenia ago ..! Now one who calls themself 'Adam Warlock' wields this power.. they must be killed in order for you to gain it!
Ares: I shall seek him out.. Thank you kindly Surtur, if there is anything I can do in return..
Surtur interrupts: Yes there is..
Ares: What can I do to repay your kindness?
Surtur: Stop being fat!! HAHAH.. I am sure now that you have sought me out for more difficult challenges, once completed that your mind is sharper and powerful body sevelt for combat.. when you return to the humans, drink their diet ale and eat of their unfattened calf. seriously... pick up a book once a century boy!
Ares embarrassed but sensing care, grunts a noise that they both know is agreement.
Meanwhile at Hallerom Industries Alan and Guillotine are continuing their work on the suit for Guillotine..
Alan: How does iyt feel?
Guillotine: A little loose..
Alan: Ah suppose Ah could trim iyt a wee bit.. gee it mare o' a female form
Guillotine: I would like that.
Alan: Yon stabilizing servos fur the knees ur workin' aye?
Guillotine: Oui.. however without the feet.. they are pushing into my calfs.
Tony from the shadows: If you used a extender rod and link it to the rear of the servo.. it'll take the weight off the front..
Alan and Guillotine are alarmed.
Alan: OH.. hey Mr. Stark..
Tony to Guillotine: Soo.. were you just planning to rob me?
Guillotine: Half this is mine.. I own half of Hallerom Industries.. and you use it as your personal storage closet. hmph.
Tony: But still .. that means half of what you are wearing is MY property!.. wait a minute [to Alan].. don't I know you?
Alan: Naaww.. [hides face by looking away and to the ground]
Tony: PETER??
Alan: Erm .. ye huv mæ mixed up wæ somewan else there Mr. Stark
Tony: Call me Tony.. sounds weird YOU calling me 'Mr. Stark'.
Alan: Aye.. Tony.
Tony: So *what* are you doing here.. [gestures to the half built suit Guillotine is wearing]
Guillotine: Doctor Doom injured me in combat.. one that is not healing, the suit will help me continue our heroic endeavours.
Tony: .. .. wow. Y'know Doom is one of the most powerful humans that ever lived.. aside from myself and the rest of the Avengers.. oh yeah we could take him.. but he won't suffer amateurs lightly..
Guillotine: Widow-Spider here has already bested him in combat..
Tony: AH.. you're one of Peter's clones.. wow I thought all of them died except Scarlet Spider.. right.. gotcha!
Tony: So what?.. you're the part of Peter that was a closet Scotsman? That deep down he wanted to be Scots but couldn't bear to *come out* to his folks?.. dressing in kilts and going to ceilidh's..but terrified his parents would find out?
Alan:.. Ah'm Alan MacKay.. An' Ah've been plenty polite tæ yursel. Regard mæ.. oar find oot wits iyts lit no tæ.
Tony: WHOA.. just having a friendly chat here.. no need to be all 'Scottish' about it, hehe.
Tony: I watched the tapes of yous trying to figure out my tech.. one of your staff pm'd a Stark Industries engineer for the servos schematics.. which *obviously* alerted me.
Guillotine: [French swearing]
Tony: Relax.. I *just* wanted to know you weren't using it for 'evil.'
Alan: OK.. HOW ON EARTH dæ ye fit the helmet iyn the back o' yon torso??
Tony: No.. wrong question. If you have already decided to reduce the torso size, you should be designing your own.. 'hood'. OR you are just causing problems up the road for yourselves.
Alan: Soo.. HOW? how do you make that sequential armor?? Nano tech? Space folding?
Tony: well now.. yes.. but these parts are a mix of early Mk II/IV/VII suit parts.. for these, its simple geometry.. physics of a triangle give the most efficient strength for cost ratio, each segment is a tiny triangle that folds out and builds on top of the last..
Alan: Ah thought thyt might be iyt.. but HOW.. thyts were ye go'at mæ stumped
Tony: hehe.. the bottom of each segment has a one way latch and once complete only the final latch has a way to start a chain reaction to unlock all previous latches and so collapse the helmet!!
Alan: AHH!.. so iyt's lit the rod fur the servo.. but iys micro an' hus locks! gotcha!
Tony: Exactly!
Guillotine: I can't confess I know what you are both talking about.. and I have a Masters in engineering.
Alan: Iyt's lit .. an umbrella but hunners o' thum awe oan top o' wan an'oer, each wan iys layered, whyn wan iys opened the next opens efter iyt.. makin' a triangle fur the next wan tæ sit oan.. and only the last wan kin collapse the set!
Tony: see this guy?.. he's getting my gold star of the day award!
Guillotine: AH.. now I get it!
Alan: Soo.. care tæ help us Tony?
Tony: I'm very much a person you have to earn my respect before I 'help'.. but since you earned a little today, I'll help you build the hands and feet.. but YOU both have to make the hood and faceplate yourselves.. show me you were *actually* listening.
Guillotine: Alan said the A.I. would be impossible to attain..
Tony: OKAY.. I'll throw in one of my A.I.'s to the mix.. but that'll be the last thing I will help you's with.
Guillotine with a smile: bien!
We see..
Braddock on the phone talking to a mystics antique dealer.
Lep and Firegirl looking through French clothing in a clothing store.
Peri drinking coffee at his Paris apartment on his veranda.
JJ is in London arguing with a sales assistant about the quality of a suit material.
Doom is in his library, counting strange gold coins.
We return to Hallerom Industries.. to Guillotine shouting at one of her engineers, his 'H-Tag' says 'Hello, I'm Markus'
Guillotine: WHAT PART OF 'DON'T TELL ANYONE' DID YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND??
Markus: I am sorry ladybossman.. but you were trying to stir a pot of soup with tyre iron..
Guillotine: Who else have you told??
Markus: erm.. I'd prefer not to say..
Guillotine: Idiot!
Markus : erm.. Reed Richard.. Dave Shaw.. Hank Pym..
Tony: You spoke to Dave Shaw?? personally?
Markus: Yes.. he hung up when I told him Hallerom was half owned by you sir.
Tony to Alan: Dave Shaw.. former intern to Reed Richards.. works for Rand now as CTO, but he's little more than a monkey over there, they throw him peanuts to dance.. Harold Meachum had the amazing fortune to meet him on the day he was getting evicted, offered him 'rent money' to sign a contract.. I have been trying to poach him from Rand for *forever*..
Alan thinks: hey this 'Dave Shaw' guy seems tæ hate Tony.. if we kin git a haud o' him.. he wid probably help us wæ the rest of Gil's suit. Seein' how Tony telt uys tæ dæ iyt oorsels.
Alan thinks: Ah'm mare proficent wæ biology thun engineering.. Ah KIN DÆ iyt..but, wid rather huv an expert oan the team..
Meanwhile.. Ares is standing in a queue to a window, we can see his surroundings, he is in Knowhere..
queue moves one forward..
queue moves one forward then
queue moves one forward then
queue moves one forward then
Ares is at the window talking to the shop assistant..
Ares: Hi! I am looking for a transport ship going to the furthest side of Kree space, I wish to book passage..
Shop Assistant: Ohw.. one just left yesterday and we don't have any others on book for another month.. sorry..
Ares: Anyone going near there or further out..
SA: Yes.. we have 'The Milano' which is set to leave in 4 hours.. ah! but it doesn't have passenger quarters, only crew quarters.. indicating it is 'cargo only'
Ares: I don't mind..
SA: What??.. you realize you might be sleeping on the floor.. for.. perhaps months right??
Ares: How much?
SA: 50,000 credits..
Ares: WHOA.. I fear my total amount is short.. at 20,000 credits, and even at that.. *that* is a premium price to pay for travel!
SA: it says 'includes cheerful music free of charge'.
Ares: bargain then.. I'll be right back
Ares goes over to Houuruphil's FAMOUS COMPORIUM TO ELICIT EXCITEMENT!!
It is a pawn shop..
Ares walks in and a bell tinkles behind him a voice from the back of the messy shop.. 'ooonnee mminute!'
Ares to self: okay.. keep it together.. serious business face on, yes I am interested in making 'money'.. yes.
Shop-Keeper: HIII.. I am Houuruphil.. most people just call me Houuru
Ares: Why not 'Phil'?
Houuruphil: What??
Ares: Phil is easier to say and if you were going to have a nickname..
Houuruphil: Oh dear.. you have been around humans too long, haven't you?.. okay okay.. yes that's fine call me 'Phil'.. buying or selling?
Ares: Phil.. today I would like to.. sell!
Phil: [raised eyebrow] okay it must be either very small or invisible.. *what* are you selling?
Ares: I have swords to sell.. as hard as these old bones [points to some bones in a glass showcase].. they rate well over 20 on phi-moz scale
Phil: Are you pulling my leg...? is this a joke?? swords?
Ares turns his back and makes two swords come out of his forearms.. turning back
Ares: see?
Phil: I once had a Zeni trader come in here with the same spiel.. 5 minutes after he left the weapons turned to glass and shattered.. not interested.
Ares: at *least* inspect them..
Phil inspects closer..
Phil: These are asgardian weapons.. build in an asgardian forge ..what are *you* doing with them?
Ares quickly: I'm Asgardian.
Ares thinking: Just swallow your pride if you want the money!... this is taking forever.. just buy them!!
Phil:How much do you want for them?
Ares: Worth *at least* 100,000 credits.. at least..
Phil: That's not what I asked.. how much would you be prepared to take for them? best price
Ares: 75,000 credits and not a credit less..
Phil: 50,000..
Ares: done!
Ares is back at the window.. there was no queue this time.
Ares: this was much easier! no queue.. [smiles]
SA: because most of the ships have left.. a Kree warship is on it's way here looking for some 'outlaws'..
Ares: Ah!.. is that ship.. The Milano still taking 'cargo'?
SA: better hurry!
Ares pays the transport fee and runs towards to the only remaining ship at the nearby dock, he boards and no one is there..
Ares thinks: is this the right ship??
Ares turns round to the open rear door to see Drax standing and pointing at him
Drax: you are attempting to stowaway upon our vessel!
Mantis: I sense no deception in him.
Rocket comes barrelling out of the bar.. closely followed by Groot
Rocket: RUNNNN.. THE KREE ARE COMING.. RUNNN
Drax: Why is it we are the last to know these things?
Rocket quickly takes charge of the vessel and begins takeoff with everyone, except Quill and Gamora, on board
Rocket: We gotta go pickup I-spill and Gam-gam-legs.. coz they wanted a 'romantic' hour together.. they are on the 'observatory' near the roof of the skull.
Rocket: Who's the beefcake with the bad smell?
Drax: I shower regularly. Your insinuation of my bad smell is unflattering, considering..
Rocket: Not you dumb-dumb! Mr. Dominatrix over here..
Ares: Hi.. I'm Ares. [a bit embarrassed] I'm Olympian..
Rocket: What or who is an Olympian?? You look Asgardian..
Ares: Yes.. let's just go with that!
The group reach the roof of the skull, we see through the window Quill and Gamora wearing sheets like toga's only half covering their bodies, Gamora's left boob is uncovered but we cannot see it as the couple are dancing closely chests pushed up to each other ..
Rocket: OHW NOOO.. I DID NOT WANT TO SEE THAT TODAY
Groot: GROOOTT
Drax: Disgusting!.. when they stop do you think we will see the left boob of Gamora?
From behind the window the couple notice The Milano and begin shouting at the crew, a metal window beam to support the window covers Gamora's left boob
Drax: Oh that is disappointing!
Quill takes a remote from out of his jacket that is part of pile of clothes and aims it at The Milano, clicking the button, the front blast shield closes meaning the crew can no longer watch them.
Rocket: I seen Quill do this before..okay second..aaand bam!
Rocket has reached down and flipped a switch under the pilots control panel and the blast shields raise.. Gamora and Quill are now dressed and a Kree Warship is behind The Milano, Gamora and Quill are waving their arms to gesture about the Warship..
Rocket: What is that..?? are they bragging about having sex by waving their arms in joy??
The Warship opens fire narrowly missing The Milano and blasting the window.. Quill uses his Star-Lord spacesuit and covers Gamora's mouth with a respirator.. they fly out of the now broken window through space toward The Milano
Moments later inside The Milano..
Quill: ROCKET!! you *didn't* get I was gesturing there was *something* behind you??
Rocket: Well.. I just thought you were happy about all the 'love making' you both were doing!
Quill: it's sex.. no wait.. love making..
Gamora: yes it's sex. now shut up and get our asses out of here!
Ares: Hi.. I'm Ares by the way.
Quill: nice to meet you.
Gamora: CAN WE LEAVE NOW PLEASE? BEFORE WE ARE BLASTED INTO SHREDS!?
The Milano takes off but the Kree Warship pursues..
Back at Houuruphil's FAMOUS COMPORIUM TO ELICIT EXCITEMENT!!
Phil is standing over some Kree soldiers holding the two swords which are dripping in Kree blood..
Phil is slightly stunned: good purchase!
Missiles are exploding around the ship as pilots Quill and Rocket dodge the strikes
Ares: I know I'm new here and everything.. but why don't I just go over there and..
Rocket interrupts: ..and give them stiff talking to?? give them a spanking with your dominatrix ping-pong paddle??.. no go on.. what were you going to say?
Ares: And.. rip their ship apart..?
The Guardians are a bit stunned at this statement.
Ares: Can I borrow a respirator?
Rocket: If you're gone for more than an hour and we have to come over there and find you spanking each of them for your kinky pleasure.. your cargo contract is void!
Quill: yes.. and no refunds!
Ares: ooookay.
Gamora: they are saying if you die, we are not contractually obligated to retrieve your body and take it to your homeworld.
Rocket: wasn't that clear??.. *I* thought it was clear..
Quill: So did I.. yeah.. *totally crystal clear*
We see Ares put on a respirator standing at the back of the emergency pod air hatch as the air is sucked out into space..
Ares: As Alan might say.. Let us rock!
Ares launches himself at great speed to Kree Warship behind The Milano.. creating a hammer from his shoulder at exactly one second before hitting the Warship.. Ares smashes through the hull. He begins ripping the Kree into pieces and smashing them with his hammer..Rocket is watching in the rear view screen..
Rocket: Hammer time!
Rocket: Ohw!.. he's gone into a second room.. good start. now he's dead. boo-hoo.
The Warship starts to explode but just before its last large explosion Ares shoots out in what the team would later call a 'Space-Bike'.
Quill cagily to Rocket: did you.. *secure* like I asked.. that other.. *cargo* we have downstairs?
Rocket: I remember 'blah blah blah symbiote.. blah valuable reward money blah blah kick you in the teeth.. blah blah blah shave you'
Quill: so. that's a no then. .. Honestly all you had to do was check the shield modulator YOU rigged for it..
Rocket: sorry!!.. I was excited for Bingo night at the bar! .. by the way you didn't even ask how much we won..
Quill: How much did you win??
Rocket: we lost 10,000 credits!.. but it's the taking part that's important!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Don't tell him that! He'll just get madder..
Quill: so it would have been 15,000 but you won 5000 back.. great! It's still 10,000 credits!
Meanwhile at Hallerom Industries..
Tony has left, Hank Pym, Dave Shaw and Alicia Osborne are standing staring at the partially made iron suit.. Guillotine, Alan and Markus are standing in darkness behind them at the console
Hank: I say we tear it down and start again..
Dave: Man.. that iys yur solution fur everythin' Hank.. we could huv this up an' running TODAY..
Hank: Don't talk like a doofus.. you're smarter than that. it's OLD TECH.. I don't see you recommending muskets to the Rand military division..
Alicia to Hank: Nanotech?
Dave interjects: No way.. this iys a auld fashioned hot rod.. deserves some respect!
Alicia: Dave.. I'm more Biotech than engineering.. and if you think it's easy being Norman Osborn's niece.. I had to claw my way up inch by inch, earning each person's respect as I climbed.. my point?
Biotech is the future, even the designer of this very suit has moved on to biotech based designs. So.. your point is moot.
Dave: [closes eyes and puts fingers to his temple, like trying to guess a playing card] Ah'm sensing thys iys becomin' less an' less o' an engineering problem.. an' mare an' mare o' a *you* thing.. so lets æsk the owner shall we? Ah'm sure we could use some guidance!
Guillotine: I am up for whatever stops my arm being in the most pain..
Alicia: We can fix that with our new Nanosprites..
Guillotine: I have had *some* nano repair with the Nanos from Hallerom administered by a Doctor.. it's a magic based injury..
Alicia: OKAY.. this just got too weird for me. I'm out. .. .. and Markus.. I'm de-friending you on my social media. goodbye!
Markus: [sad] ohhww..
Dave: An' then there wur two. Hank?
Hank: okay okay.. let's get this old hunk of junk running.. anything to put a frown on Stark's smug git of a face!
Back in The Milano the symbiote is trying to bond with Ares..
Ares: I'm pretty open minded about inter species relationships.. but this is a *bit* too far for me..
Rocket: BLAST IT!
Quill: Utbay remem-bay.. on the reward..-ay [attempting pig latin]
Rocket: BLAST HIM!
Gamora: NO ROCKET! a contract is a contract!
Mantis: Why doesn't the Asgardian bond? .. She seems to love him..
Gamora: fondling the creature is NOT helping!.. can't you make it sleep??
Mantis: This kind does not sleep.. besides.. she is so happy and in love with the 'beefcake'..
Ares: oookay.. this has gone too far..
Ares to Symbiote : Either let me go.. or find out why countless worlds fear me..
Rocket from the background mumbling, walking away: never heard o' ya..but wwoo 'worlds fear me'
Mantis: She is saying even IF you hurt her, she will love you always..
Ares: FLIP!.. All I said was 'I liked the shiney monster and thought it looked cool..' you have some issues you need to work out..
Ares creates two swords from his arms cutting off many of the symbiotes tentacles.. unseen by the team, we see one tiny tenticle about an inch long zip round Ares' back and absorb into his skin.
Mantis: She says 'I will always be *with* you' ..then she made some heart smiley faces in her mind.
Ares a little distrubed: Always good to meet a fan.
Groot grows in size and makes extra arms to collect all of the symbiote and push the main part back inside the field generator.. Gamora flips the switch.
Gamora: Done!
Moments later back in the cockpit..
Ares: I never asked... where are we going?
Rocket: Get this guy!.. buys a ride, don't know where the bus goes! HAHA that's rich!
Gamora: Xandar.. the Xandarians are offering a reward for that Klyntar symbiote..
Quill: One.. we intend to collect.. money money yo!
Ares: So Andromeda..
Quill: yup!
Ares: any chance you could drop me off near the Sovereign homeworld?
Quill: nope!
Gamora: We have some .. history.. with them.
Ares: even if you were .. remotely.. in the area, I could use the 'space bike' and respirator.. and of course I would throw in an extra 5000 credits for your trouble.. I remind you I paid 50,000 credits for this 'ride'..
Quill: 50,000? man what a gyp!.. so they are charging 15,000 credits to have us on the notices? *I* am SO going to ask for a refund next time we are back there!
Rocket: I lost 10,000 at bingo.. he's offering 5000 and we made 35,000 just letting him on board.. and he 'saved' us from the Kree.. I say all's fair in 'love and war' haha
Drax: That is a good point about the Kree.. I did not mention it.. but I too lost at gambling..
Gamora and Quill: DRAX!!
Gamora: How much??
Drax: A lot.. I didn't want to to say anything in case your reaction was that you didn't like me at that moment. Which I see happening before me.
Gamora: How. much.
Drax: 37,000 credits.
Quill: OHW COME ON!!
Drax: But I was *sure* the little rat couldn't keep losing! I find it odd it did so many times.
Rocket: HAHA.. and I get heat for 10,000.. man! your rations are going to slim for a month!! no pudding for you!
Drax: [sad] ohww.. I very much like pudding.
Ares: So is that a yes on the Sovereign homeworld..
Gamora: yes. we don't seem to have a choice.
The Crew are finishing up lunch when they arrive near the Sovereign's home system..
Rocket: How much exactly is this *reward*..?
Quill: 10 Million credits
Rocket: WHAT? and you are sweating me and Drax here, over a few lousy credits??
Quill: But what if it didn't come through.. as Gamora says.. as usual.. 'something went wrong'? huh what about then.. don't have an explanation do you..
Ares stands at the back of the ship ready to go.. no one sees him.. no one is listening
Ares: nice to meet you all..
No one stops arguing..
Ares raises his hand and waves.. he gets on his space-bike puts on his respirator and moves the bike to the air-lock..
Mantis looks behind herself, sensing slightly through feelings, then sees Ares is gone..
Mantis: Beefcake is gone..
Quill looks up and nods.. and returns to the argument.
Quill to Rocket: You only think of yourself.. y'know that?
Rocket to Quill: Bite me and the space-bike I rode in on..
Ares blasts away.. he feels lonely.. but randomly he feels a warmness [this is the symbiote trying to 'help' him]
Back in Paris, Lep and Firegirl (Isabella Garcia) are enjoying their 'girls day out' looking through clothing..
Lep: T'anks for doin thys Isabella..
Isabella: [happily] De nada mi amiga!
Lep: How long have you been a member?
Isabella: I knew Peregrine for a while now, and Guillotine then Captain Bretana.. charming man, but a little arrogant sometimes.. I joined Champions of Europe a few years ago but have not been very active..
Lep: I have been calling the new team 'Euro-Avengers'.. all cool n' stuff
Isabella: hmm.. bueno.. I like this.
Lep: be sure tæ bring dat up at da next meetin'!
Isabella: Si claro!
Lep: Ah'm a little worried dat ma man would stært tæ ignore mæ.. yknow dat we do the naughty enough..an' Alan seems fine.. but again næ reason tæ give excuse wit no buyin somethin' nice lookin.. so he can see down me top hahaha
Isabella: jejeje.. I don't know Alan but I am sure he is a fine fellow.. he quickly became part of the team and won your heart.. not easy around here.. I know for sure!
Lep: What do you mean?
Isabella: Well I have been trying to be 'part of the team' for years.. Cap and Guillotine tell me 'you need more experience!' .. then I say 'How do I get experience if you don't let me be part of the team?' then they say 'yes it's catch 22.. maybe next time.' next time never comes.. I was so happy when as you call him 'Peri' phoned me.. I was excited at the thought of a cause.. but when I heard it was for further friendship.. I was still very happy. Glad to be needed and make a new friend into the bargain!
Lep: OH WOW.. Ah hud næ idea there wis a waiting list.. erm.. sorry about dat.
Isabella: Es no nada.. esta bien amiga. .. besides.. good that's it's a girl huh? [wink]
Lep: no sure oan dat.. girls vs boys.. we might scare them off! haha
Isabella: jeje
Meanwhile on a moon in the Sovereign System ..
Adam Warlock is overseeing an installation of a solar system warping device, his engineers are working hard to get everything exact.. Ares is heading towards the sovereign homeworld, but as he passes the moon he sees the gigantic installation and it glimmering in the sunlight..
Ares thinks: try there first.. might be a time saver.
Ares arrived at the installation.. he shouts towards Adam..
Ares: Hello!.. I'm looking for Adam Warlock.. do you know him? have you seen him?
Adam laughs: I am he.
Ares: Ohw good.. I need some assistance dispatching a foe..
Adam: Am I your servant now?? NO. I am King.
Ares: Well.. let me explain..
Adam: I *think* I have heard enough or your mix of madness and foolery. Leave or die.
Ares: Listen.. I merely want a couple of days of help, then I'm gone.. and death is not on my cards today.
Adam: You tweet like a little bird that has lost it's food.. die now for my sanity of silence.
Adam creates a huge blast shockwave towards Ares.. but asif.. in slow motion, Ares faces away from the blast and makes 100's of swords to shield himself.. his face is in so much pain.. it is upsetting to see.. the swords shield him from the blast and then Ares sends them against Adam.. Adam disintegrates 90% of them but a few manage to get through and cut his body badly.. he self heals.. however this has given Ares time to create more..
Ares: Fear me.. I am 'The God of War'!
1000 weapons come round his back at Adam.. and Adam is a *little* afraid.. Adam throws up a bubble shield, the first 200 swords shatter.. then one cracks the shield then another, then one breaks through then another deeper..
Adam: Such power! What or who possibly could you not kill??
Ares: Doctor Doom!
Adam: Stop! I will help! He is an enemy of my people.. he has stolen many of our ancient artifacts..
Ares: hmm.. I wish you had simply listened..
The whole time attacking Adam in the bubble shield Ares had been making more weapons.. we see Ares on his space-bike with around 2000 weapons hovering behind him..
Ares thinks: I am exhausted.. I *might* pass out.. hope he doesn't see that..
Back at Hallerom Industries the guys have just put the finishing touches to Guillotines new suit..
Guillotine steps into the circle of light.. the suit twinkling in Red and Gold, the helmet is a open metal hood with a three quarters faceplate still revealing Guillotines eyes..
Guillotine: Engage flight mode.
Some yellow sunglasses with virtual screens drop over her eyes as she levitates..
Dave: Hows the ærm?
Guillotine: I am not sure what you all did.. but it is much much better thank you!
Dave turns to Markus: We made a impulse detector iyn the lateral forærm, wen Guillotine tenses tæ move iyt picks up thyt she wa'nts tæ move an' sends juice tæ the shoulder an' elbow servos..
Hank: Comfortable in there?.. young lady you cut a niiice figure with that suit hehe
Guillotine: Yes.. and I can't thank you enough.. yknow I DO like older gents.. are you single Hank?
Hank: Even if I wasn't I would suddenly be single for you! hehe
Guillotine: hehe.. okay we will arrange a date, possibly next week. we sync our schedules and agree eh?
Hank: Sounds good!
Dave looks around a bit mystified by all the sudden romance and flirting..
Alan to Dave: Ah widnæ look iyt me.. Ah'm spoken fur!
Dave: ha.ha. very funny.. hæy wer ur ye fæ?
Alan: Stirling.. yursel?
Dave: Dumbarton..
Alan: Ohw aye.. Ah ken Dumbarton.. yon Castle n' thyt.. 'takeaway capital o' the west coast!' haha
Dave: haha yuv go'at thyt right!
Markus: I haven't understood a word either of you have said since before I first phoned Mr. Shaw..
Dave: He dusnæ ken o' iyt..
Alan: Aye.. dusnæ mætter, Ah ay seen a load o' Latinos dæ thyt iyn movies, gee'n iyt Spanish lingo tæ wan an'oer, gees us the upper haun wæ Scots hehe
Dave: Aye Ah suppose [smiles]
Hank and Guillotine have been talking.. we catch up with them.. both are talking loudly because of the jets.
Hank: So the tests are pretty standard for these types of personal armor suits, except the sides of your face are a little exposed.. your *sure* you don't want a full faceplate?
Guillotine: I am sure.. felt too claustrophobic, besides even though it is a hood, it is a solid piece when up as long as I look down nothing should hurt me..
Hank: OK. Please fly into that concrete block.. head first
Guillotine aims her face down and headbutts in to the huge concrete block.. the block suffers the worst of it.. looking like a massive bullet hole.. the suit de-powers for a split second and comes back on..
Hank: DAVE! we need to tweak the power couplings..
Dave: Righto!
The two work on the suit quickly..
Hank: Annnd done!
Dave: Iyt wis a loose connection iyn the stabilizing servo..shouldnæ ever be loose again.
Hank: try again..
Guillotine now with more confidence smashes into the concrete block again.. the block shatters to pieces, a second block is there.. Guillotine rams that one too.. which also shatters to pieces..
Markus: We're running out of blocks.. just fyi!
Two blocks remain..
Hank: try on-board weapons
Guillotine: engage assault mode.
Her chest begins to glow with electricity, two concealed weapon compartments pop out of her arms and she begins firing.. many many little square razor sharp blades impact into the block wall
Guillotine: *this* I like.. what's the capacity?
Hank: ohww around a 1000 ?.. the actual cartridge is in the feet for quick restock.. just click the boots on here [points to a flat stand with metal tendrils extended] .. and it'll put in a new cartridge of around 500 in each foot.
At that moment Ares and Adam Warlock crash through the ceiling..
Ares says in a very cool and definitive way:
We got help!
... ... ..
Guillotine: THE DOOR IS RIGHT THERE!
[points to the shutter doors]
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THE END.
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Episode 3 : Euro-Avengers 'I Reality Love You' --- Episode 5:
Euro-Avengers 'What a Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise to Perceive.." + BONUS 'Exposition Theater'
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Euro-Avengers 'Matter of Opinion'
Episode 3 :
Euro-Avengers 'I Reality Love You'
Episode 4:
Euro-Avengers 'Another Day in Paradise'
Episode 5:
Euro-Avengers 'What a Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise to Perceive.." + BONUS 'Exposition Theater'
Episode 6 :
Euro-Avengers 'BOSS FIGHT!'
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