A/N: So it finally begins, the battle for New York. Well, initial parts of it until the cliffhanger (don't say I didn't warn you). Now, would you like to write for an OC in the sequel story "Paladin Rises" which ties in with Phase 2; starting with Iron man 3.
If interested; send me a PM with your OC and we'll pitch a personal storyline and prime ourselves for a very creative process (OCs fitting the Mary Sue Archetypes will be ignored).
The preliminary storyline will involve a new weapons manufacturer along with the mysterious Shadow Warrior which for the record is an existing character from the Star Wars Universe.
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Figuring out what Loki's endgame was or rather the location of it was just the first step. The next was the preperation and logistics. Jarik wasn't entirely optimistic about their chances considering how shattered their ranks now are and how they've lost two of their heavy hitters; Thor and Hulk. Which lead to why he and Stark were welding stuff together. Tony was working on his suit which was damaged during his valiant efforts to repair the Helicarrier.
Jarik was salvaging the half of Darth Maul's double-bladed saber which was rendered useless in their duel. Having been on the run for so long; he had to resort to salvaging to repair and maintain his equipment. With the help of Tony he managed to retrofit it into a Shoto Lightsaber which may be handy to have in the battle to come. However during the process; the crystal changed colour from red to a shade of orange which reminded him of a tiger.
Traversing the hangar launch bay with SHIELD personnel trying to restore the Helicarrier to operational capacity alongside HK-47 to meet up with Captain America, Agent Romanoff along with the now rehabilitated Agent Barton whom has retained his control over his mind. They made their way to one of the Quinjets where the pilot went to meet them. "Hey, you guys are not authorized to be in here—" the pilot start to spoke with a stutter, not entirely sure how to tackle the approach of five Avengers. "We are authorized to be in here and you need a bathroom break." Jarik said as he waved a hand slowly across the pilot face whom nodded affirmly. "You are authorized to be in here and I need a bathroom break." The pilot repeated before leaving the Quinjet without a second thought.
"It's called a mind trick, we Jedi used it a lot before the Clone Wars to solve situation quickly without resorting to violence." Jarik explained before anyone could ask while the other Avengers arched their eyebrows while Agent Barton was staring daggers before walking over to the pilot seat; "I'm trading one puppeteer for another." Barton said under his breath as Romanoff took the co-pilot seat.
"You're full of suprises aren't you, Jarik? " Rogers inquired as he sat opposite of Jarik and HK-47 as they strapped themselves in and prepared for lift off. They had already a plan of sorts, Ironman was to fly ahead as he was faster in his suit to stall the God of Mischief until they could arrive and hopefully stop the Portal from opening. Jarik looked upon the Captain with a frown. "The Force can have a strong influence over the weak-minded. Fret not, that technique was only employed by the Jedi for the greater good and never personal gain."
"Was it really necessary though? I could have talked him down or—" Captain America started to speak but Jarik just shook his head as he leaned forward and spoke sternly to Rogers. "There was no time for coercion, time is of the essence and the lives of six billion human beings hangs in the balance of what happens in the next coming hours." Rogers swallowed, he understood Jarik's reasoning but he didn't like it but they have a world to save and he hoped that they wouldn't be too late.
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New York City, known across the Earth for various reasons; one being densely populated with over eight million residents and is the most lingustic diverse city in the world. They had skyscrapers which reached for the very skies themselves and were well recognized tourist attractions. In addition to these skyscrapers was the newly constructed and finalized Stark Tower. Little do they know that the world as they know it will cease to exist thought Revan as he observed Professor Erik Selvig on the top of the Stark Tower, the device was active and with the Tesseract within. Revan dreaded for what was to come next, the Tesseract was already thinning the barriers which allowed him to return with the aid of the Force. He was invisible to all but it was a minor consequence as he saw Tony Stark AKA Ironman flying towards the tower in his suit of gold-titanium alloy. The Tower's arc-reactor was offline but too late, the device was already self-sustaining.
"Shut it down, Dr. Selvig." Tony Stark commanded to the possessed scientist; Revan sneered at the sight of the professor whom had quite a thick stubble on his face and didn't seem to have washed himself for days. His eyes were unaturally astral blue like the Tesseract. "It's too late! It can't stop now. He wants to show us something! A new universe." The scientist said eccentricly and with a conviction which could only be found in unwavering fanatics; he sounded like he truly believed every word but Revan knew that wasn't the case; he had no choice but to believe as his free will was constantly supressed by the mind gem; one of the infinity stones which resided within Loki's Scepter.
"Okay." Ironman said bluntly and rather indifferently as he a imed his hands towards the device which retaliated once the repulsor blasts hits the exterior shielding of the energy protecting the device which shattered the blasts with a defeaning crack which sent Professor Selvig backwards while down on the streets many citizens looked up to the sky in hope to find the source of the sound. Ironman was being consulted by JARVIS as he lowered himself on the platform outside his penthouse, walking through the gauntlet which dissembled his suit as he entered. The God of Mischief stood at the terrace with a grin as he entered. "Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." Loki declared mockingly to Ironman who just retorted. "Uh...actually, I'm planning to threaten you."
"You should have left your armor on for that." Loki said as he gestured with the tip of the scepter as Tony walked down the steps from the walkway to the Gauntlet down to the bar. "Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage. You've got the blue stick of destiny." Tony pointed as he walked behind the counter of his bar. "Would you like a drink?"
Loki walked even closer with the scepter in hand, his gaze lingering on the smug billionaire. "Stalling me won't change anything."
"No, no, no! Threatening." Tony corrected sternly. "No drink? You sure? I'm having one." Tony Stark said as he search his liquour cabinet.
with what others would've recognized as indifference but to Revan it was courage which he recognized was akin to Mission, the Twi'lek kid whom aided him back on Taris and risked her life on numerous occasions and dared many dangers others wouldn't.
"The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that." The God of Mischief declared as he walked to the window; looking out to the vast variety of skyscapers and the streets below "What have I to fear?" Loki continued to speak arrogantly as he turned around to face his host.
"The Avengers" Tony said bluntly while the God of Mischief raise an eyebrow in confusion. "It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. Earth's Mightiest Heroes type of thing." He continued while pouring himself a single malt scotch.
"Yes, I've met them." The God of Mischief said smugly while Tony put on a fake smile "Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one." His smile vanished as he stared into the eyes of Loki. "But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the demi-God." Loki winced as his distaste for his brother was evident and the very nerve of Tony to call them brothers put Loki on edge which had him start pacing in the pent house. All the while Tony pulled the colantotte bracelets from underneath the bar table and puts them around his wrists as he spoke. "A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend – a man with breath-taking anger management issues – a couple of master assassins along with a Jedi Knight and his ancient homicidal death machine with sadistic tendencies from outer space." Loki then turned back to coldly stare at the insolent morta with a smug grin.
"And you, big fella." Tony said as he pointed to the God of Mischief as i fillustrating a point. "You've managed to piss off every single one of them." Loki started to close the distance as he retorted. "That was the plan."
"Not a great plan." Tony left the counter with drink in hand. "When they come, and they will." Tony warned as with newfound steel to his otherwise indifferent voice. "They'll come for you."
"I have an army."
"We have a Hulk." The answer made Loki frown. "I thought the beast had wandered off." Tony just shook his head as he walked down another pair of steps from his bar to the room where Loki was standing a few paces away. "You're missing the point. There's no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top." Tony was stressing to get his point across as he spoke yet again with the same steel in his voice. "Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it."
Loki slowly walks up to him; raising the scepter in a matter of seconds having closed the distance. "How will your friends have time for me, when they're so busy fighting you?" The God of Mischief said smugly yet with disdain as he taps his ARC-reactor with his scepter. There was a soaring sound but nothing happens. With a frown, he tried again with the same result. "It should work."
"Well, performance issues. You know?" Tony retorted, the supressed anger of Loki had reached a boiling point as he grasps the billionaire by the throat and flings him across the room like an angry child throwing his toy away. "Jarvis. Anytime now." Tony desperated croaked with the vocal cords as he grasped fro air, his face was already red when Loki grasped him around the throat again. "You will all fall before me." He declared before throwing Tony through the window with such force which cracked it; sending the billionaire thumbling down to the streets bellow. A few moments later, the elevator behind Loki opened and through it launched a red pod which knocked the God of Mischief off his feet as it flew down right after the freefalling Tony Stark. The red pod cracks open as laser marks searched for the designated markers on Stark's braclets, shifting into the suit which latched on to Tony Stark; effectively activated all systems before he reached the ground where the repulsors sends him back up flying to face the angry god of mischief. "And there's one other person you pissed off! His name was Phil." Loki was raising his scepter but Tony had already aimed his repulsor at Loki and fired, a square hit in the chest which made Loki drop the scepter while the force knocked him back and down to the floor, winded and disortientated by the sudden surge of pain as rays of astral energy soared up into the sky creating a vortex which cracked the sky right open and sucked the nearby clouds as the portal was established and through it; out of the darkness of outer space were flying chariots of war which soared through the sky as the Chitauri forces howled triumphantly.
From there, chaos ensued as the chariots between the skyscrapers as barrages of energy fired upon the streets bellow; cars combusted and terrified citizens drew their last breaths. No prisoners were taken and no quarter was given. Ironman soared upwards in hope to repel the alien invaders; launching missiles which sent a few chariots down crashing but overall had no effect on the seeming neverending army which now soared through the streets of New York City. The Prodigal Knight looked on, saw everything as he felt everything; how lives were diminishing in the streets by the second. Revan could intervene and perhaps make a difference but he had to wait for the oppertune moment or else; all would be lost.
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Jarik jolted in his seat as he suddenly felt a surge in the Force unlike anything he had ever felt. "Hey, are you alright?" Rogers asked, concerned of how his comrade suddenly jolted and kept wincing as the Jedi felt how the livesigns of one of the most densely populated city on the planet was wavering and diminishing with a newfound fear and terror clinging to every man and woman before they perished. "No, it has begun." No more words had to be spoken as Captain nodded solemnly. "I can't imagine this being easy; you said so yourself that the Tesseract caused a disturbance in the Force but now…" his voice faded as jarik ceased to listen and just felt how vivid the disturbance in the Force was; almost like a energy spike or surge which coarsed through his body.
There was no way the Sith couldn't feel it. Death and Destruction was even now affecting the Force more than people realize as it creates a ripples which will never fade especially now when Jarik knew it will only get worse from here on as darkness descended and shrouded the city with terror and death. However, he felt something else; a illuminating presence in the force which he didn't recognize. It was a light in the shadows of war; a beacon of hope which he had not felt in a very long time. "Captain, may the Force be with us." Jarik spoke with newfound convinction which had the Supersoldier raise a brow but the didn't question it. In spite of their spiritual differences; they respected one another. Instead he nodded because today; they put their differences aside and become something more than just the individuals; they were a team.
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Echoes of explosions echoed throughout the city streets as Loki stared out from the end of the Ironman's assembling gauntlet with the Scepter in hand and his golden armor materializing above his green garbs. The golden helmet with curved horns sprouding from the forehead bent backwards over his head as he watched how the Chitauri wreck havoc with little opposition or resistance worth mentinioning. His sith allies were now joining the frey, emerging from the shadows with blasters and force pikes; the chaos was spreading like a wildfire in Manhattan and was spreading to Queens and Brooklyn. Loki was relishing the culling in his new kingdom. He then heard something landing on the terrace and out of the corner of his eye; he saw it; he saw him. "Loki! Turn off the Tesseract or I'll destroy it!" bellowed his surrogate brother the god of Thunder now in his full warrior garb and his red cape wavering in the soaring winds with Mjolnir in hand, pointing the hammerhead towards the top of the tower as he made his demand. Loki scowled at his brother as he cracked up a malicious grin. "You can't. There is no stopping it." The God of Mischief said as he pointed the glowing tip of his scepter towards the God of Thunder as he relished every word he spoke. "There is only the war!"
"So be it." Thor said solomnly over how far his brother had fallen but with a steel to his voice; he had a promise to protect Midgard and so he shall to his last breath. With a battle cry; Loki leapt from the Gauntlet platform to the terrace as he heaved the scepter downards horizontally for his brother whom sidestepped before swinging Mjolnir for Loki whomused the shaft of the scepter to block the blow, the clash of metal crakled with power but neither weapon were damaged by the strike. Loki spun around and swung the scepter vertical which Thor expertly dodged whom was an experienced warrior but Loki was tactical as he spun with the momentum of the scepter and place it over his neck and sent a blast of astral energy from the spearhead which was deflected by Mjolnir, the legendary hammer which had been forged in the heart of a dying star. Loki was quick and kept the momentum of his attack alive, he swung the scepter like a bat, aiming to send another blast of astal energy to his brother's face which batted the spearhead away, the blast ripped the letters R and K from the tower and sent them clashing down to the streets below.
There was chaos on the street and every cop was called in, cars was driving past the speed limit but kept it slow while the sirens flared as to avoid running over any of the citizens. They looked up to see Ironman flying and fighting a handful of chitarui in their flying chariots. All the while, the Quinjet booms through, soaring through the skyscrapers of Manhattan. "Stark, we're heading north east." Black Widow announced over coms.
"What, did you stop for drive-thru?" Ironman retorted in a bantering manner; making light of the situation in spite of the severity of it but kept his focus. "Swing up park, I'm gonna lay 'em out for you." the instruction was clear enough as Hawkeye and Black Widonw flew the Quinjet expertly as Ironman lured the chariots away from the street; they had obviously marked him as a priority target and that meant less civilians was getting killed which was a win in Ironman's books. The chariots weren't designed for steep and sudden turns, Ironman used that to his advantage as he flew above street level, turning suddenly which sent one of his chitauri pursuers crashing into the wall as he flew up, and true to his word; laid out the shots for the Black Widow which controlled the garling gun which dropped them down like flies.
"Sir, we have more incoming." JARVIS announced to his creator from within the suit. "Fine. Let's keep them occupied." Ironman declared as he turned and flew back to the portal, catching a glimpse of the two asgardian brothers battling on the penthouse terrace at the Stark tower. At the same time, Hawkeye looked through the window of the cockpit as the Quinjet slowed down. "Nat?" The pilot inquired to his female co-pilot which acknowledged the priority target – Loki. "See them."
The Quinjet turns it head as the swirling turbines kept it afloat with the gatling gun aimed for Loki whom had just swept Thor off his feet and aimed the Scepter singel-handed towards the Quinjet and sent a blast of astral energy for the turbine; a critical hit which sent the jet in a down spiral as it constantly was losing altitide; to put it bluntly they were crashing but thankfuly Hawkeye steered the jet with only one wing and turbine functional to minimize the damage as the slowed down and passed between the skyscrapers and slammed into the street.
Jarik and Steve exchanged a determined nod as they unfasten their seatbelts and rose as the ramp lowered. They made a last weapons and equipment check; Jarik's helmet with the black T-shaped visor slided into place and locked with his full Mandalorian body armor which was further obscured by his Jedi robe and the cowl pulled up to cover the weakspot by the neck; to prevent the cowl to fall off was a magnet sown a few inches from the cowl's brim which now was locked with the top of his helmet.
HK-47's processors were buzzing with joy as he held the heavily modified disruptor rifle while keeping the blasters as backup. Agent Romanoff loaded loaded her pistols firing ballistic projectile and the widow stingers by here wrists providing electrical jolts to every punch she throws and grasps she take. Agent Barton flexed out his bow as his mechanical quiver obviously is connected to the modern composite bow by remote. Steve Rogers was back in his militant and patriotic uniform with the circular vibranium shield as they exited the aircraft into a intersection of many roads.
They were met with the sound of chaos and screaming of terrified citizens. However all subsided when a deep and primal rage is bellowed as through the portal came a creature which could be described as an armored space whale. it was a Chitauri Leviathan and they acted as a tool of shock and awe along destruction as it transported chitauri ground troops which clung to its belly which launched themselves like cannons firing their broadsides; landing and clinging to the concrete walls and sliding down while few come crashing through windows with their energy rifles with synthetic bayonet and open fire. "Stark, are you seeing this?" Captain America said over the coms; unsure of the enemy he's facing.
"I'm seeing, still working on believing." Tony replied in slight disbelief. "I do." Jarik chipped in, reminded them that interstellar conflict wasn't new to him.
"Where's Banner? Has he shown up yet?" Tony inquired through the coms which had the Avengers with exception of Paladin and HK-47 raise their eyebrows. "Banner?" Rogers asked slightly confused while Paladin cracked a smile, Tony clung to hope in the face of impossible odds. "Just keep me posted." Iron man replied before turning his attention to the Leviathan. "Jarvis, find me a soft spot."
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Revan watched the fighting between the two brothers – these asgardians. The God of Mischief and the God of Thunder had reached a stalemate where their weapons were locked where Thor was gritting his teeth as he bellowed right into the face of Loki. "Look at this! Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?"
Loki caught a glimpse of the destruction which Chitauri was bringing to Earth, Revan recognized something hesitation. The very first hint of hesitation came as fast as it vanished but Loki was trying to look away. "It's too late. It's too late to stop it."
"No. We can. Together." The God of Thunder said, never stopped believing that his brother was far from being saved but Revan knew that it was a ruse on Loki's part. Sure, he was hesitatant for a moment but he was committed to the cause. Loki looked back to his brother, hinting a smile of brotherly compasion which was as Revan predicted; a ruse which ended with Loki thrusting one of his throwing knives into his brother whom keeled over and lost his grip around Mjolnir. "Sentiment." The God of Mischief murmured in disdain; for once Revan agreed. Emotions had clouded Thor's judgement and it will continue to do so, Loki was lost just like his apprentice and good friend Malek was lost.
Thor rose to his feet; agitated by the ruse pulled of by his adopted brother as he grasped his arms to prevent him to strike with the scepter and kicked him into the glass fence which shattered upon impact. Revan had to admit, in spite of the conflicted emotions; Thor didn't hesitate when it came to fight something he held very dear. The God of Thunder lifted Loki up into the air and slammed him into the ground whom was bleeding minorly by the shattered glass. The God of Mischief rolled over the edge and landed on one of the Chitauri Chariots escorted by five other chariots as they joined the frey in a wedge formation; blasting everything in their path.
By the intersection the Avengers watched the terror unfold. They were all taking cover as Chitauri soldiers were touching down upon the bridge; not far from their position. "We got civilians trapped." Hawkeye said as he nodded to the collective traffic bus not far from their position. He was right, it was filled with people; non-combatans and children. "They are fish in a barrel down there." Rogers said as a matter of fact as he gazed down from the bridge upon the escalating chaos with civilians running across the street and getting hit in the crossfire of explosions and gunfire. Rogers ducked as a chitauri squad opened fire on them; Black Widow was already returning fire before ducking into cover again. "We got this. It's good. Go." She said to Rogers with a calm tone to her sensual voice and cold demeanor. "You think that you can hold them off?"
"Captain." Barton said in acknowledgement to Captain America's question as he triggered a remote mechanism on his composite bow whereupon his quiver automatically picked an arrowhead and attached it to an arrow shaft. "It would be my genuine pleasure." With those words hanging in the air, Hawkeye drew the arrow and put it on the string; pulled it back with ease as he let it go and hit its mark, the head of a chitauri soldier whom jolted as as the arrow head swirled and sent sharpnels into adjatent chitauri; giving Rogers the oppertune moment to vault down from the bridge as Black Widow rose from cover and opened fire with pistols in each hand.
Jarik just moved out of cover and just walked towards the enemy during the firefight. The Chitauri soldiers had their rifles raised and aimed right at him; figuring he was a target of oppertunity and easy prey. He felt the force coursing through him like the blood flowing through his veins; he didn't think, he just followed his instincts and dodged every single shot fired at him even at a walking pace. Then he grasped the lightsaber hilt and ignited the long blue beam of pure plasma; the mere sight of it made the soldiers before him rigid back in what Jarik recognized as fear. He walked forward with the fifth lightsaber form in mind, Shien where he used the enemy's weapons against them by deflected energy bolts into an adjatent enemy then he spurted forward and leapt.
Agent Romanoff had only seen Jarik in action once in Germany against Loki's duplicate but that was from the cockpit of a Quinjet; this time it felt more intimate as Jarik dispatched the chitauri soldiers on the bridge with ease. "You know what I said about puppeteers? I'm glad he's on our side." Barton commented as he drew another arrow and let it fly into another chitauri.
"He's certainly full of suprises." Black Widow admitted as they provided fire support for the Jedi. They soon realised there was a lack of fire support from HK-47, Natasha looked over her shoulder only to find that the assassination droid wasn't there. "Oh joy." she said with a hint of venom in her voice. Where had he gone off to? None of that mattered as Hawkeye pulled back and ran over to the bus with trapped civilians; helping the children out first before pulling the bus doors open; having a flood of scared civilians dashing out of what they thought were to be their graves. All the while Jarik and Natashe kept the Chitauri busy with gunfire and a masterful display of the fifth form o flightsaber combat.
Once the civilians was out of the bus; Hawkeye rejoined the fight as he drew another arrow and let it fly into yet another target. "Just like Budapest all over again!" Black Widow commented, Barton perked an eyebrow as he looked over to the Jedi and then to the Chitauri and their flying chariots. "You and I remember Budapest very differently." The Archer replied to his assassin college as more chitauri soldiers were heading their way. However Hawkeye noticed something admist their ranks; people dressed in black with concealing facial masks with vertical visors heading straight for themwith something thin and long held in their hand. "Sith Assassins!" Jarik bellowed as he seem to have caught sight of them aswell. The Jedi grasped the hilt of his shoto lightsaber and ignited it, the tigereye orange blade was shorter but no less practical as he engaged the two sith assassins using a combined form of Djem So and Jar'kai.
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HK-47 was running fast, his shots from his disruptor rifle hit its mark every single time; he found it curious that they at first convulsed by the blast before they were disintegrated. He then expertly switched from the disruptor to his blasters; time for some information gathering concerning his targets.
He went ahead to the next floor where found another squad of Chitauri soldiers whom were firing upon the meatbag lapdogs. HK-47 had selected his targets in matter of micoseconds but instead of engaging HK-47 proceeded to take cover. Naturally he could've taken them all out without a fuzz but as per his protocols; he had to learn about his enemy on levels which meatbags would consider unfathomable. He noticed the patterns which the chitauri moved, it was feral like a wild beast yet in synconization with the others. They had to have some technological enhancements as they were as bad as the sand people on Tatooine which was probably still prospering even after thousands of years.
They were amphibians, organic meatbags which had fused their flesh with technology which explained the convulsion when hit by the disruptor. They relied too heavily on their strength in numbers even though they fight in syncronization; they were no match for a true professional whom just had enough of a distant analysis.
HK-47 rose and flung a sonic grenade among the chitauri squad, the sound emitting was paralyzing especially at close distance thus making easy targets. It took him about 4.7 seconds to terminate the targets; all but one which he immobilized by one shot. The others had their squishy components spilling onto the floor of the office building. If there was something HK-47 found joy in, it was terminating targets with extreme prejudice. He secretly didn't care about a killcount but he kept track of it for several reasons. One, for the sake of statistics and two, to make sure that the effecencies of his combat and assassination protocols wasn't slacking as meatbags would say.
However, right now his processors was buzzing with curiousity and anticipation as he examined the immobilized chitauri soldier whom went for his weapon, a big mistake. The assassination droid was faster and fractured the wrist. "Warning: Try something similar again and your termination will be excruciatingly painful." HK-47 conveyed to his chitauri prisoner. He knew every scenarion which was going to play of what the chitauri soldier might do and had a way to counter it. In fact, he had already determined that the chitauri was probably more stupid that the meatbags on this planet. Actually, all meatbags were stupid by HK-47's standards with a few notable exceptions. During the painful process of learning the Chitauri's autonamy, HK-47 discovered why chitauri convulsed before disintegrating from his disruptor. They had neural implants which aligned themselves with their spinal cord which linked all of them together which explained how well co-ordinated their attack were; if they weren't focusing most of their efforts on the Avengers. Revan could've made better use of the chitauri forces; in fact if Revan had been their enemy commander. The probability of victory would be 0.2 percent. Having learned what he needed, he put the miserable chitauri soldier out with a single blaster shot to his head. He had determined a weakspot; they were all linked to a single command hub which was probably beyond that wormhole in the sky. Which meant that if destroyed that there would a power surge in all the neural implants and every chitauri soldier would convulse and die.
If there was a price for the most stupid design or structure of a military in the galaxy or the universe for that matter. Then the Chitauri would take the price.
All in all, it was a good day to be homicidal assassination droid. Yet being highly effective had one downside, the surviving and harmed meatbags from the invasion. "Help—" One of the surviving meatbags was pleading, he was a balding middle aged man in a ruined suit but when he saw whom his rescuer was, he jolted back in fear. "Reassurance: You're not a designated target due for termination, meatbag. I assure you that my timely rescue of your worthless hide was highly accidental." HK-47 said to the baffled man who looked upon with disbelief. "Affirmation: You have nothing to fear from me, for now." with that said, HK-47 left the meatbag to lick his wounds. Naturaly he could terminate the meatbag in the ruined suit but what would be the point? It wasn't about killcount; to him killing was art.
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If having a bad breakfast and bad coffee wasn't enough for the NYPD veteran. They were now in the midst of some fucking invasion right on his lunch break. He and many from the presinc had made a blockade with their cars and was now firing upon the strange invaders. He cursed under his breath as one of the more greener additions to the force. "We need to get out! It will take an hour before they can scramble the National Guard!" He blurted out with a terrified look on his face; so much for professionalism.
"National Guard?" The Veteran said before hearing the soaring sound of a chariot; he grabbed the rookie and pulled him down an energy blast flew right over their heads.
"Does the army know what's happening here?"
"Do we?" The rookie said to him as his hands was fidgeting as he grasped around the pistol right before the most ridiculously dressed man landed on the car right before them. Seriously, he looked like a freaking circus monkey in patriotic colours which has evolved into a man. "I need men in these buildings. There are people inside that can run into the line of fire. You take them through the basement or through the subway. You keep them off the streets. I need a perimeter as far back as 39th." The man said as he pointed with his free hand while his other clung to a strange circular shield as he gave the instruction. Who did het hink he was; Captain America?
"Why the hell should I take orders from you?" With that said, a few more chariots turned around the street corner down their avenue. A big bolt hit an adjatent car behind the strange man as more of these aliens came forth assaulting the man. The Veteran would've thought him to be toast but what he saw next blew his mind. The man moved fluidly and dispatched the aliens with ease. Slaming the shield into the face of the first alien which knocked him down into the pavement before turning around; crouching with the shield infront like a roman soldier. The shield freaking absorbed the blast as the alien lunged with his fist raised. The man was faster and knocked him down as he expertly turned to slam the shield into the first alien whom fel and broke his neck. The second alien lunged again, the man grasped the wrist with the armheld weapon and cut the hand of with the sharp edges of the shield before knocking the alien into an adjatent car like if it was a softball. The Veteran's eyes widen in realization, it was Captain America!
He turned around and started to convey the orders to his fellow officers at the NYPD which had come from Captain freaking America! "We need men in those buildings, lead the people down and away from the streets." He grasped the radio and spoke into it. "We are going to set up a perimeter all the way down to the 39th street."
Far above them, Ironman was swerving around a skyscraper and unleashed a volley of missiles at the Leviathan before flying right past him; in annoyance it turned around in midflight; the tail smashing into the floors of the building as it set its eyes on a new target. "We got his attention. What the hell is step two?!" Stark said as he flew off again with the Leviathan at his heels.
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The fighting by the intersection close by Stark Tower was ongoing. Jarik was holding his own against the Sith Assassins which were relentless in their onslaught with swings and strikes of their force pikes with the fourth form o flightsaber combat. Meanwhile the Chitauri soldiers were closing in on their position with a few additional sith assassins with force pikes. Jarik barely held his own against the assassins whom used his connection to the force to power themselves. He had to fall back to a combination of Soresu and Jar'kai to hold them off with his two lightsabers.
One of the sith assassins leading the chitauri squad headed straight for Agent Romanoff; believing her to be a weaker target. A big mistake as Black Widow sprung into action, having grasped a chitauri rifle; she blocked and misdirected a swing of the Force Pike before lunging with her widow stingers around her wrists as she grasped the assassin in a choke hold with her thighs before flipping backwards, using the momentum to flip the assassin over and into the pavement while she used her palms to hurl herself right back up with the assassin's force pike in hand as she thrust the end of it into the sith's back, right next where the heart which stopped it aruptly. With her newfound weapon; she spurted towards Jarik and his two opponents; drawing the attention of one of them which gave Jarik some respite. Despite of not having trained together; they fought in syncronization and were now standing back to back as they fought the Sith Assassins. One of them lunged with a force pike and Blackwidow jumped up and kicked him square in the chest while falling backwards where upon Jarik with crouched back allowed her to roll over and push her palms against her shoulders to launch herself and her feet towards the other Sith Assassin. Having suddenly switched opponents which were disorientated by Black Widow's martial prowess, Jarik went on the offensive and dispatched the assassin before he had chance to recover. Black Widow was exchanging blows with the assassin with their force pike duel which ended with the deadly woman dropping down and swung it underneath the sith's feet; dropping him to the ground before Black Widow crushed his windpipes with a well delivered stomp of her light boots. "Thanks." Jarik said whereupon Natasha responded without a beat passing by. "Don't mention it."
Meanwhile HK-47 had rejoined them and had teamed up with Hawkeye in dispatching the Chitauri forces with unparraleled marksmanship; dropping many of the alien invanders along with the other sith assassins. Black Widow couldn't helpt but be concerned about the droid's absence during the initial fighting. HK-47 had just ran of on its on accord for some reason, was the droid really following its programming or had the droid evolved beyond it, it was after all probably older than the Ancient Roman Empire. However such thoughts were dismissed for now as Captain America returned and hurled his shield towards one of the assassins whom staggered back and fell down from the bridge and broke his neck on the impact on the streets below. With the Sith Assassins taking care of Jarik returned in dispatching chitauri soldiers with fast movements and the expert use of his lightsabers; deflecting each and every energy bolt from their energy rifle or hand cannons with precision into an adjatent target. There was a crack of thunder as a lightning strike soon emerged and struck the remaining chitauri soldiers whom convulved and died from the electrocution whereupon the God of Thunder touched down; leaving cracks in the pavement. "What's the story upstairs?" Rogers inquired to Thor whom recognized his authority instantly. "The powers surrounding the cube is impenetrable."
"Thor is right. We gotta deal with these guys." Ironman chipped in through the coms.
"Advisement: The Chitauri have no need for officers as all commands and communications goes through their neural implants which are all connected to a command central beyond the wormhole." The Avengers present looked towards the assassination droid in suprise of the new intel provided. Captain America nodded as he absorbed the information into the battleplans which he was already taking shape in his mind. Jarik disengaged his shoto lightsaber and returned it to his belt as Black Widow made her inquiry to Rogers. "How do we do this?"
"As a team." Rogers answered without missing a beat. Jarik nodded in affirmation to Roger's decision while Barton went ahead to collect his arrows while HK-47 relucntantly complied with the new directive.
"I have unfinished business with Loki." The God of Thunder declared while Barton scoffed a reply. "Yeah, get in line."
"Save it. Loki's gonna keep this fight focused on us and that's what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he's gonna need us—" Rogers snapped at he started to provide his battle plan. However, they all stopped and looked towards the sound of a worn-out motorcycle dying down. They were all suprised to say the least at the sight of its driver; none other than Doctor Bruce Banner himself in a shabby shirt and baggy pants. "So, this all seems horrible." He commented as he looked around, looking like he had just come out on top of a brawl.
"I've seen worse." Black Widow replied bluntly as Bruce turned his eyes towards Natasha and smiled weakly as he murmured his apology. "Sorry."
"No. We could use a little worse." She responded with what Jarik recognized as a genuine smile. In fact, all of them were glad to have Banner back onboard. "Stark? We got him." Rogers announced over the coms. "Banner?" Tony inquired as he navigated through street level with the Leviathan at his heels.
"Just like you said." Rogers confirmed with a smile as things were looking up. Tony immediately responded "Then tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you." and just like that around the corner come Ironman flying straight ahead with the chitauri leviathan howling in primal rage as it flew lower and lower and swept cars and cracked concrete on the street. "I... I don't see how that's a party..." Black Widow said in disbelief.
"Doctor Banner. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry." Rogers said, hopefully. Jarik couldn't believe he was agreeing with that statement which went against the Jedi Code but then again, Bruce Banner wasn't a Jedi. The scientist cracked a grin as he snickered while walking towards the leviathan which was building up its momentum. "That's my secret, Captain. I'm always angry."
With those words said, Banner's body started to swell up as the pigment of his skin turned greener by the second. Muscles stretched out as the skin hardened and became more durable than several layers of durasteel. His tatterd shirt tore up and his bagy pants filled up and torn up. Where once a rugged man once stood was a behemothic being with green skin and pupils; the mere sight of him was imposing. The Incredible Hulk lunged forward at the leviathan and launched a fist right in the face; halting the charging leviathan as the plating stating to chink and loosen by the impact of Hulk's fist, opening a soft spot in the armor which Ironman exploited with a missile launching from the forearm; blowing it up; shredding the cybernetic parts along with the organic tissue which was mostly burned to crisps by the explosion. Rogers raised his shield to protect himself from the blast with Black Widow behind him while Hawkeye took cover behind a cab and Thor held his ground, using his forearm as a shield while looking away like if he was shielding his eyes from sunlight.
All in all, the Chitauri roared out in horror as their ire turned towards The Avengers with one new goal in mind. Vengeance.
Now; they stood in a circle back to back and as Hulk gave the Chitauri a challenging warcry. Next to him was Hawkeye whom notched an arrow to the string as Thor raised his hammer in anticipation of the next stage of the battle. Black Widow entered new clips into her pistols as Captain America steadied his grip of his shield. HK-47 recalibrated his disruptor rifle as Paladin held his primary lightsaber in his dominant hand in a classic jedi ready stance as Ironman stood next to him and looked up at the Chitauri sliding down the building.
Revan was for the first time in a long while smiling at the sight of a new beacon of hope emerging; there was a shift in the Force which the Chitauri or the Sith couldn't ignore as they gazed upon their new advessaries; Earth's Mightiest Heroes and found themselves afraid. Avengers Assemble!