STRIKE HQ (CvNU Team Location)

@feral_nova

Welcome aboard the Hero Class Flying Aircraft Carrier Shield 1, home and mobile base of the mysterious hero organization known as STRIKE. The Hero Class is the size of a Ford Class carrier with the added benefit of flight, including the ability to go up to thirty thousand feet into the air. The Hero Class itself is based around the Ford Class design and shares many of the same features. The difference between the two is the massive turbines and jet propulsion necessary to move the Hero Class through the air, an added secondary deck and an enclosed command center below deck where the STRIKE teams can be coordinated. The crew quarters have also been expanded slightly to allow for the construction of a training facility meant to handle the unusual powers of the carrier's most famous inhabitants.

General Information:

MANUFACTURER

Huntington Ingalls Industries Newport News Shipbuilding

SERVICE

STRIKE

ARMAMENT

Evolved Sea Sparrow Missile, Rolling Airframe Missile, CIWS

PROPULSION

Two nuclear reactors, four turbines.

SPEED

30+ knots

CREW

4,120 (ship, air wing and staff).

AIRCRAFT

75

Additional defensive and offensive measures have been added to the carrier to account for the unusual types of opponents STRIKE comes up against. The first of these measures is a reinforced hull with a keel and stringers built out of vibranium-steel alloy. The rest of the hull is armored with standard ship armor, the carrier is not meant to be in combat itself if it can avoid it be instead rely on its fighters, agents and meta-humans/aliens for defense. If board the carrier has an armory loaded with weapons meant to combat common meta-human threats. The idea is to have Agents properly armed and armored so that the crew does not suffer the same weaknesses as in previous incidents.

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Training Facility:

The sparring room and training facility are designed off an unusual blue print...they are...in fact...an exact duplicate of a meta-human gym that was once open in Gothic, capable of deploying automated combatants that can be programmed to represent any number of possible threats. The walls and floor are reinforced to sustain direct hits and even small explosions from the strongest of STRIKE's members. This facility occupies much of the space freed up by removing several bunk areas.

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Command Center:

The Command Center for STRIKE operations is deep within the carrier's belly, no longer housed in the control tower above decks. The Command Center taps into live feeds from intelligence satellites in orbit and a vast array of sensory equipment built into the Control Tower. An array of powerful computers allows for STRIKE's Director to deal in real time information from across the world. New communication systems allow the Director to contact any member of the team regardless of location and a new station has been installed with an eye on keeping in touch with local and national governments during a STRIKE action or a crisis.

ooooooooooooooh

A new and shiny base, decent start.

@shanana:

Glad you like.

@nikademus

That's what I'm hoping for. I hope Curve has girded his clown nose for the coming assault. (Commences somewhere around the weekend/beginning of next week).

Noice!

*looks at this*

*looks at street-level villain*

Well. Better start with mah prep time.

@curve:

Oh don't worry, I'm not bringing the carrier down on your head.

Lol. America outguns all of it's terrorist enemies (like ISIS) and yet problems still persist. If I was a street level villain (which I do have), I would hardly be breaking too much of a sweat :P

@maverick_6: Huh... That was pretty inspirational right there lol. Looking forward to this fight more now.

@curve:

I'm also putting together my list of other targets. Ivana is next =).

@gale_xanders: Psh... A list of targets? You must be pretty confident if you think you're getting past ME.

@curve:

That's what I like to hear.

@curve: (Me acting as someone else: This is hoing to be fun! MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!)

Garrick: "We'll see. One should always be prepared."

Ah ISIS. The underdog antagonists of the earth. Giving hope to all terrorists.

All in a days work :P

=O

@maverick_6: if this was YouTube, you'd be eaten alive right now.

@gale_xanders: also, please can I join?

@ir1t-4t: Oh sorry I meant to reply to you in the other thread.

Yeah of course you can join =).

@gale_xanders: yuuuuss.

Ooooooh. :D

@the_psyentist:

If your candidate gets elected you need to have a talk with Tyrus =). Or you can now, really.

@gale_xanders: From what I've seen, Jean would be very supportive of STRIKE, preferring it be made a government sanctioned agency.

@the_psyentist:

That's fine by Tyrus, she just wants the government to know that STRIKE wants to work with them now (and every other government) and not remain aloof. It's one of the biggest and most consistent current criticisms of STRIKE.

<- Joining with this dude instead of Adam_One. However, I still need to get my shit together before becoming active.

@daud_al_talibah:

Ok, I'll add you to the PM thread.

@gale_xanders: Thanks!

@gale_xanders: 4T arrives on the Helicarrier, and dances his way into the control room, escorted by two STRIKE soldiers. On seeing Director Tyrus, 4T said "Hello, Ms. Director! I am IR1T-4T! The Hyper Corporation was commissioned by your organization to make a sentient robot killing machine! I'm their first prototype, sent to you for field testing! I await your command!"

@ir1t-4t:

Tyrus put down a file she was reading over and raised an eyebrow at the new arrival. "I half expected you to call us meat bags." She joked, making a video game reference. "Alright, do you have something I can call you short of your full model number? That could get to be a bit of a handful in the middle of battle." She motioned for someone to take her station and walked over to stand in front of 4T. "What sort of weapons did they give you?"

@gale_xanders: 4T replied "I am often called 4T! I have a specialized shotgun able to fire patented Hyper Ion bullets which I am able to generate, preventing me from running out of ammo. The ammo generator can also be set to generate other types of ammunition, allowing me to continually fire any gun I pick up without running out of ammunition. Speaking of other guns, I am also programmed to be able to adapt to other guns. In addition, I'm able to generate a special grenade every few minutes, which, after detonation, splits into ten more grenades that explode with equal force. But besides my combat capabilities, I can make dubstep songs that add an epic Call of Duty feel to the battlefield! Wanna hear one? Here goes. Wub wub wub wub wibbywib wub wub wub wub wub wub wub weeee DROP BWOOM BWUBWUBWUBWUBBUBUBUBUBUB BWEEOO BWODOBWEEEOOO....". While he made horribly bad noises which completely failed to sound like dubstep, 4T danced to his own song as relentlessly as he wubbed.

@ir1t-4t:

As he explained how his weapons worked and what abilities he had the information burned into her memory, as logged in there as the dozens of files she'd read on each member and potential recruit of STRIKE. Tyrus shook her head at the 'music' and dancing and eventually put a hand on him to get his attention. "Let's agree to keep the music and dancing to private moments like everyone else shall we?" She asked. "I look forward to seeing your combat abilities on display though, perhaps you can show them off in the training room later? I plan to summon some of our members for a bit of a sparring session."

nice thread. Good Luck.

@gale_xanders: "Sir, yes Sir!" 4T answered, quickly saluting. "Will I be assigned living quarters, or are there separate accommodations for robots?"

@ir1t-4t:

"Whichever you prefer." Tyrus said. "If you would prefer some sort of different accommodation then you can have it, but we have plenty of quarters available if you would prefer that, perhaps with some modifications if you would like that." Tyrus motioned for him to follow her a bit from the rest of the command center. "Tell me something 4T, do you want to be payed?"

@gale_xanders:

4T followed the Director, and thought about her questions. "I've never had living quarters before." He replied "Could I see one before I made a decision?" He pondered the concept of payment, and said "I'm not sure. I've never thought about money before. Everything I need is supplied by my power core. I don't know what I'd buy. It'd at least be good to have, though, so sure! That way, if I retire, I can buy a turbomansion and invite all my friends over to party every weekend, and it'd be great! Can I buy friends, too?"

@ir1t-4t:

"Friends are a bit more complicated than buying, I'll let you know when I have friends figured out myself." She said and took him down to where the living quarters were. She opened one of the empty ones. The quarters were not terribly fascinating, designed to live in if need be but also conserve space on a tightly packed ship. There was a bed, a small desk for reading/writing and a storage trunk. These were not meant to be luxury quarters and frankly the ship didn't have room for such things. The bathroom was...well...one of the public facilities, that included a coed shower because they'd run out of room for two shower facilities after installing the training room and expanded armory.

@gale_xanders:

4T rolled into the room, and spun around quickly, saying "This is cool! I've never had a bed before! I'll take one! But did you have to show me the bathrooms? I did not need to know how humans get rid their of biological waste." He looked around, and thought about the bed, but was dismayed when he remembered his sensors weren't equipped to feel comfort anyway, and at the desk, and realized his clunky three-fingered hands probably wouldn't be good for reading or writing. He went to the trunk, and opened it to find nothing inside. He closed it, and began to think out loud, "Hmm. I guess I'll find a way to pass the time later." He turned to the Director and said, "Ms. Director, may I see the Armory now? I'm bored, and I'd like to shoot things."

Preeeetty. Shiny

"I'm fairly local," The music blasts in his room, Damian dancing to the beat with his hand

"I've been around," His fingers swipe at the air and light flows behind it

I've seen the streets, you're walking down" he taps the air and ripples of blue light fan out in waves that grow, smacking the walls of his bunker base quarters. Each stoppage leaving a thin crater in the walls from the floor to the ceiling.

Now that he's matched the rhythm and felt the music, the magic flows with it. That indescribable spark of immersion that only a good song can produce. Energy winds and bends like water in his hands, shaped into a blue aura of light by his rhythm, a concept translated into a visual manifestation. His hands stop moving. The ball of energy becomes its' own self-sustaining recording of his emotions, raging to the points he most related.

"I kill what I try to save-"

The orb explodes with a sonic boom, sending him flying backwards into the wall, a framed poster of an eerily empty London shaking and falling over him.

@damian_carlisle:

Within moments of thethe explosion there was rapid and insistant knocking on his door

A female voice soon called out to him. "Are you OK in there? Open the door!" On the other side of the door Xae had been walking by in her light armor (to maintain her other secret identity she always wore her armor around Strike) when the magic ball had exploded. She had no idea what the explosion was or that it was basically harmless, only that a team mate might need her help.

(Sorry for the brief reply had to use my phone)

Garrick had been busy so he hadn't been to STRIKE recently. But, now he was given leave for rest. Except he didn't like inactivity so he thought he might find somethings to do at STRIKE. He entered the ship and walked around. He could hear noises but it seemed they were at a different part of the ship than he was currently in. There weren't any alarms so he decided to just walk to where he thought they were. His helmet was on like it always was. He very rarely seemed to remove his armor and weapons. This was no exception.

@gale_xanders: (I know the struggle lol)

"Nn..." The reverberation in his skull made the room shake into doubles of itself even after he lifted his head. This is what trying to resonate the frequency of creatrix magic does to the user if practiced incorrectly; Make him or her literally feel like a tuning fork. as everything begins to slow back to it's singular state, Damian regains his mind and stands slowly, "Coming...ah...coming."

Damian places his palm on the side panel and unlocks the door, opening it by the handle and letting Xae see the superficial destruction done to the room, " Was the music too loud?" He asks with an almost sincere look of confusion, followed by a painful smirk, "I'm fine," Touching the small cut on his forehead and looking at the blood the Spellman wipes it on his dirty sweatpants, "Just learning not to get close to the figurative open flame. Come in."

@gale_xanders: Any magical defenses?

@celtic_maege:

Solar Hawk and other deterants. Solar Hawks weapon, helmet and armor are intensley disruptive to magic. I still have to work out the other defenses but Solar Hawk would be the most immediate.

@gale_xanders: So arrival via teleportation would be difficult

@celtic_maege:

Depends really, if they know you're coming and actually want you there they could make it work...otherwise it will depend on your target location. Arriving might be one thing, leaving another. If you're unwanted the first person you'd have to deal with is Solar Hawk because you use magic and she basically shuts it down. Are you looking to attack or just arrive?

@captain_garrick@ir1t-4t@damian_carlisle

(I'll be responding to everything tomorrow).

@gale_xanders: Depends entirely on how she's treated. Ro isn't looking for trouble.... All the time sometimes she's just curious and our follows where her magic takes her

How I imagine solar hawk and FF

@celtic_maege:

You're welcome to come aboard, they'll keep Solar Hawk away as long as you're not a threat =). Maybe we can even form an alliance. The magical defenses of the carrier itself prevent teleportation into specific rooms but not onto the deck.

@theflashfire

Oh yes, that's exactly how that would go =). That's one of the funniest lines from that show. Want to join?

@damian_carlisle:

Xae entered at his request. "You should be careful. I understand that magic can be particularly unstable. I've actually been looking for a way to incorporate magic defenses into my armor but magic is a new and somewhat alien concept to me." Xae smirked a little, glancing around at the minor damage. "I don't care about the music, I'm sure the woman in the room next to you doesn't either, she has hawk like hearing, she can probably hear it better than you."

Xae crouched down and ran an armored finger over one of the little divots in the deck. "My name is Xae, by the way, I don't think I've met you yet." She stood again and offered a hand to shake, since that seemed to be the human thing to do.

@captain_garrick:

Solar Hawk encountered Garrick on his way into the carrier. His image was immediately scanned by her helmet and compared to the STRIKE database, quickly bringing up basic information on him in her peripheral vision. "Hello, you're Garrick right? Captain Garrick?" She asked. "We haven't met yet, my name is Solar Hawk. I'm the resident Hawk Lord in STRIKE." She smiled a little. "What brings you to the carrier today?"