Mayhem.
When one hears that word, you don't expect it to resonate with keeping the peace or saving the world, but in the case of the Multinational Agency for Hunting Evil Masterminds, or M.A.Y.H.E.M for short, it is a clear subversion.
Set up a few years ago, M.A.Y.H.E.M's main goal was to find and take down the forces of the League of Evil Gentlemen Intent on Obliterating Nations or L.E.G.I.O.N, after they succeeded in a world wide domination scheme called Devil's Night, where they managed to destroy several hometowns, cities and monuments.
One of their top ministers turned against them after her home city was destroyed. An enigmatic French Woman with pale skin, long black hair and brown eyes, while dressed in a black, curve hugging skil dress, long black silk gloves and heels while holding a cigarette stick named Persephone Brimstone, set it up.
Right now, M.A.Y.H.E.M, was stationed in Seoul, South Korea in order to wipe out another plan with a Dark Matter meteor, but due to their target going insane and wanting to become a God, it was foiled.
Now the agents were resting and recuperating after that ordeal before they decided to pull out of Seoul but right now, Persephone had called all of the agents into the control room.
"Agents.' The lady in question spoke as she was in front of them. 'As you well know, we have thwarted LEGION's plans with the dark matter meteor and left Dr. Babylon to the wolves that is LEGION's higher ups. Despite all of the setbacks and collateral damage caused…I say it was a job well done." She said with a rare smile.
All of the agents smiled at that before she continued.
"As you well know, we may have thwarted their plans in Seoul, there are still many cells left around the world and in a few weeks time, we will be pulling out to another location. In the mean time though, I have another task for you." She said.
"Oh, and what would that be, sweetheart?" A cocky voice spoke, who was a 34-year-old man with spiky brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a purple jumpsuit with a black riot vest with a Fleur de Lis on the center, pads for his elbows and knees as well as fingerless gloves.
This is Rod Stone, codename: Hollywood, the 'face of M.A.Y.H.E.M'.
"See, after Devil's Night, a lot of governments and companies sworn allegiance to L.E.G.I.O.N. And we may have crippled their forces, there is a chance that they may recuperate. So, why not fight fire with fire? I want you to see if you can form alliances with other groups as well, no matter how big." She said.
"Are we recruiting soldiers?" Another voice spoke in suspicion, the speaker being a 43-year-old Indian woman with black hair and green eyes, dressed in a purple bodysuit that hugged her curvy body, purple fingerless combat gloves, kneepads, shoes with an orange, sequined headscarf. Her face had white and red makeup.
This is Pranati Malhotra, an immunologist/archer, codename: Rama.
"Not exactly. Whoever you managed to get on M.A.Y.H.E.M's side, I don't care what they can offer. If they want to fight, I won't stop them. But anything they can offer, I will accept. Once that's done, send me a message or have them drop by. Understand?' She asked as everyone nodded their heads. 'Good. Meeting adjourned."
"Where are you going?" One spoke. She was a 31-year-old Moroccan woman with a red mohawk and green eyes with black scalera. Her tanned skin was lined with silver shapes that seemed to open like gills and silverfish hovering around her. All she had on was a purple bulletproof vest and a pair of beige shorts.
This was Fatima Daoud, formerly codenamed Dynamo. But after an accident, she was rebuilt into a cyborg, with a brand new codename: Lazarus.
"I am going out. THere are a few people I have in mind to recruit for M.A.Y.H.E.M. I may be gone for a while." She said as she left.
Soon all of the members were in the rest area, discussing the mission
"So…alliances? She wants us to build up our crew in order to make it stronger?" The speaker being a 32-year-old man with black skin, shaved black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a purple t-shirt under a black bulletproof vest under a black leather jacket, baggy black pants and purple shoes. He had a large chain around his neck, diamond earrings and a purple cap on his head.
This is Pierce Washington, leader of the Stillwater Vice Kings and record mogul. Codename: Kingpin.
"She does make a good point. Back in the Yakuza, forging alliances meant we had extra power in case of hostile takeovers. When we were outnumbered, our friends came to our rescue." A refined voice spoke. The speaker was a 39-year-old Japanese man with short black hair and narrow hazel eyes. Unlike the others he was wearing a white suit over a purple dress shirt and black dress shoes. His right hand had a red, clawed glove while his mouth was covered by a demon half-mask.
This is Masamune Senichi, a former Yakuza hitman. Codename: Oni.
"Yep. Like my papa said: A man may be strong on his own, but he is stronger with allies. Much like countries forming alliances, we should do the same." Another member spoke. She was a 35-year-old woman with black, tube-like hair and brown eyes hidden by a pair of shades. She was dressed in a white tank-top under a bulletproof vest, blue jeans and black combat boots. Her hands were covered with black gloves. Around her neck were a set of dog tags and her head had a USMC cap covering it.
This is Janel Braddock, a former USMC drill instructor, codename: Braddock.
"OK…so who wants to go first?" A young voice spoke. She was a 24-year-old woman with red hair in a ponytail and blue eyes covered by a pair of purple sunglasses. All she had on was a purple hoodie, blue jeans and converses along with a pair of black fingerless gloves. On her arms were two tech-like gauntlets.
This is the resident hacker, Kenzie Kensington, codename: Safeword.
"Well, we are still in Seoul. Why not ask the resident cop turned agent?" A rough, female voice spoke. She was a 29-year-old old muscular woman with black hair and green eyes. She was dressed in pale grey riot gear under a black tank top and shorts. Her body was covered with tattoos and she had on a pair of roller blades.
This is Piper Andrews, a rude, crude roller derby champion. Codename: Daisy.
Soon, everyone looked at the person they were talking to. A 37-year-old man with slick, black hair and brown eyes covered by a pair of shades. He was dressed in a purple dress shirt over a white vest with a gun holster over his shoulders, grey slacks with a brown belt and gun holster and black dress shoes. He also had on a pair of black fingerless gloves and was smoking a cigarette.
This is Ji-Hoon Gat, an ex-cop. Codename: Gat.
"The fuck are you lookin' at me for?" He asked in an irritated tone.
"Comrade Gat. We have assignment in building alliances." A deep voice spoke. The person was a giant of a man aged 40, bald with snow white skin that had snow falling off and pupiless blue eyes. All he wore were a pair of cargo pants, black gloves and combat boots.
This was Oleg Kirrolov, surviving subject of the Cold Warrior programme, codename: Yeti.
"You have always told us interesting stories about your time as an officer. You might have some ideas." Another female spoke. She was an Iranian woman that seemed to be in her late 20s, but her whole head was obscured with a purple hijab and mask, leaving only her purple eyes showing. Over her purple dress, she wore a black tactical bulletproof vest, a pouch with throwing knives in it and a scimitar attached to her left.
HEr realm name is unknown, but she is the resident ninja simply known as Scheherazade.
"I dunno. I mean, a lot of the cops here are robots. I don't think they'll be willing to side with us." The next speaker spoke. She was a 20 year old Colombian woman with brown hair, hidden by a red bandanna and green eyes. She had on a purple long-sleeved shirt under a gun harness, grey, arm length fingerless gloves, beige pants with knee pads and black boots. On her back was a beige drone.
This was Mariana Santos, a sky pirate now codenamed: Fortune with her pet drone, Glory.
"I agree with Fortune. South Korea has more robots than any other place. And only Fraulein Safeword can hack them." A rougher voice spoke.
He was a 36-year-old man with messy, black hair and brown eyes along with a small bandage on his nose. All he wore was a red t-shirt, blue jeans and black shoes. His elbows and knees were protected by guards. On his hands were black fingerless gloves while he wore a pack on his back.
This was Ingo Rotkapp, a German football hooligan with the codename: Red Card.
"You do realise, we can do the same thing right, Red Card?" A rougher voice spoke. He was a 40-year-old muscular man with black skin, a messy black beard and brown eyes, one of which was hidden by an eyepatch. His hair was hidden with an orange beanie. He wore a blue navy uniform under a bulletproof vest, beige pants, black fingerless combat gloves and black heavy duty boots.
This was former Chief Petty Officer Ismael Funderburke, codename: Hardtack.
"I think he means that we can hack terminals with our consoles but Safeword has more experience in doing so." A layered, sultry voice spoke.
She was a 24-year-old Italian woman with olive skin, wavy black hair and alluring hazel eyes with full pink lips. She had on a black tank top, a blue mechanic jumpsuit with the top wrapped around her waist and brown shoes. A pair of orange goggles were on her head and a pair of black gloves on her hands. She had a brown satchel over her shoulder, filled with tools and two necklaces around her neck.
This was Cosmina Bellini, fashion model and engineering prodigy simply codenamed: Joule.
"But still, if we are gonna form alliances, we do need ideas." Hardtack said.
"And you picked me because…" Gat asked.
"This is your hometown, amigo. You got any ideas?" Fortune asked.
Gat was silent as he mulled over something.
"Actually…yeah." He replied.
"So, who is it?"
"I'll tell you later. First things first. We need to see Quartermile." Gat said as they went to where the Italian vehicle master was.
"Ah, agents. How may I help you?" A heavily Italian accent spoke. He was a 52-year-old Italian man with short black hair and brown eyes, dressed in a grey three-piece suit with a red tie. His left arm was a bionic arm coloured red. This was Enzo Garibaldi, codename: Quartermile. The resident vehicle designer.
"Question. You have a large coach for us? We need to head to a location in the city."
"Bah. I do have one but why go for something so common? I can give you one that can allow you to go in style!" He proclaimed.
"Listen. We just need to go to a bar in town. None of you fucking pompous bullshit." Gat growled in annoyance.
"Fine. If you want to drive like a peasant." He grumbled, handing a set of keys to Gat.
"Thanks. And let the boss and Friday know that we are starting her little task." He said as they left for the car park, ready to start their mission.
Just an idea I had brewing for a while. I recently got interested in Agents of M.A.Y.H.E.M and found it is a pretty cool game. Simple but fun. Shame it got no sequel but I had this idea.
L.E.G.I.O.N managed to force several governments to sign on with them, so why not have M.A.Y.H.E.M do the same. Each chapter will depict the agents making the alliances all around the world.
And because they are still in Seoul, Gat is first.