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Bronze Mettle (MCU/DC SI)
- Thread starter Xavier Bronze
- Start date
Evil Plan
Not nearly so nefarious as my name signifies
- Location
- Eastern United States
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I dislike the tildes approach for other reasons.
I dislike the Sterns method because this:
I think the King method just looks stupid.
Ultimately, the most important thing is that you pick a single method and stick with it. The rest of us will darn well cope.
I would probably actually type <<>> and create a find/replace macro to replace << with «. Either that, or create an editor hotkey that makes Alt-Shift-< or such insert «. And correspondingly for >/», of course.
I dislike the Sterns method because this:
is rather understating it.
I think the King method just looks stupid.
Ultimately, the most important thing is that you pick a single method and stick with it. The rest of us will darn well cope.
Any of those are acceptable. I don't like the tall ones, and find the «» slightly preferable to the ‹›.
I would probably actually type <<>> and create a find/replace macro to replace << with «. Either that, or create an editor hotkey that makes Alt-Shift-< or such insert «. And correspondingly for >/», of course.
Ross's Attack
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
The next day I'm exercising when my comms buzz at me.
I answer, "What's up, Pussy Cat?"
The agent on the other side of the line doesn't react at all, "There's a fire at Dover AFB. General Ross may still be inside."
I grab my costume bag and start walking, "What can I do?"
"Your file says you can put out fires remotely, and prevent them from spreading. You can assist as Avatar."
That I can. I've gotten very good at putting out fires in the last month, "Understood."
Mike and Ike see me leave in a hurry and fall in behind me. Mike asks, "What's going on?"
I smile back at him, "My first solo mission! A fire at the Air Force Base."
He speeds up and passes me, "Well we can't be late for that. Come on!"
We break into a run, just slow enough to let Ike keep up.
Fifteen minutes later I'm just finished suiting up when we land in an area with several other emergency vehicles, near a three-story building that is very on fire.
I step out as soon as it's safe and run over to someone who's shouting orders, "I'm Avatar, with SHIELD. I'm pyrokinetic. I can put out fires with my mind. Where do you need me?"
One of the windows explodes outwards and rains glass on several firemen who were trying to approach.
"Can you put out fires hot enough to melt steel beams? This whole thing was started by an experimental jet fuel. No matter how much we throw at it, we can't put it out, and it's starting to break down the foundations of the base."
I see what he means when a very dramatic crack in the earth emerges from the building. One of the firemen almost falls in, before one of the others pulls him out of the way.
"I'll see what I can do."
I run toward the building. My mask's air filter takes care of most of the smoke, but the air that gets through is still a lot thinner in oxygen content. I could activate one of the oxygen canisters in my combat skirt, but I don't think I need it yet. I reach out my hands and start moving the elemental energy down into the earth. Fire can't exist inside solid objects, so if that's where all the energy is, the fire goes out.
But before the fires can noticeably fade, the ground shakes and another crack opens up only a few meters away from me.
Right, so moving it underground might not have been the best call when a large part of the problem is that the fire is causing earthquakes. It's too hot to freeze out.
I run back to the man in charge, "I can't put it out, I'm sorry. It's too hot."
He asks, "Can you survive going in? We need to find the General!"
I look back at the building. I haven't had very many chances to practice a full-body heat shield. But I've practiced small ones, and I have faith that I could get out before it failed completely.
I nod, "I can try. Where would Ross be?"
"His office. Second floor, third to the right."
Okay. Deep breaths. You can do this.
I run in the door, throwing my hands out to push aside the curtain of blue-white flame that was keeping everyone else out.
I stand for a moment to judge the terrain. My heat shield is holding. I'm not using too much Chi all at once. I think this is do-able. I walk to the stairs, every step a test of the destabilizing ground.
...Those stairs aren't taking me anywhere. They're falling apart. I look around for another way up, but of course I'm not that lucky. I'm not taking the elevator.
But maybe the elevator shaft? I make my way over and look up the shaft just in time to hear the cables snap. I jump back and see the box zoom through where my head just was. I hear it smash into the bottom, and more cracks swallow large areas of the building around me.
Okay. I only have to go up one floor. There's a door across from me one floor up in the shaft. The roof of the fallen elevator is only a floor down from me if I fall.
I've made jumps that high before. It's just like that, except I have to catch myself and then immediately do a pull-up. ...And it might be a little higher too. And farther. And I'm in armor.
No, that's fine. I step back twice and think through all the coaching Mike has given me, about using all of my body's momentum.
Go! I jump, and can immediately tell I'm not going to make it.
Fuck that. I do a mid-air downwards kick and throw my hands out below me. Fire floods the shaft and I get the extra centimeters I need.
I reach up and grab the ledge. It's hot to the touch, so I quickly climb up. Ignore the pain. I can heal it later.
Okay. I'm not at the top of the stairs. So my perspective is different. Find the top of the stairs, then from there, count three doors down.
I can see him. Ross is crouching on his desk. The floor between me and him is either burning or too burnt to safely walk on. My shoes are fireproof, but his aren't.
I call out, "Hey!"
He looks at me.
I check the flooring around me and take a careful step towards him, and then another.
I tell him, "It's going to be okay. I'm coming to get you out. Just stay where you are."
A piece of the ceiling falls, taking a large part of the building between us with it. This is only getting more difficult.
Go around, then. I need to move a little faster. This whole place is coming apart around us. Step. Look for the next place. There, where those two beams intersect. One of them cracks and I barely jump off before it drops.
Jumping was a mistake! I lean forward and land on all fours to distribute the weight. Then stand, carefully.
I make the final few steps to get to Ross's office.
I get close enough and beckon him to come off the desk, "We have to get out of here. I can't carry you, the floor can't take that much weight."
He climbs down, and I can tell his feet won't take long to burn. I take his hand and turn…
There's no way to get down. The stairs have collapsed into one of those chasms. Okay, new plan. Get to a window and wave for one of the fire trucks to give us a ladder.
I have to yell even though he's right next to me, "Step where I do. We're going to make it out of this."
I identify a path, and go. It's a little like Frogger. Or there was that one game Alex used to play with the collapsing platforms. To Ross's credit, he keeps up. Even when a safe spot I use breaks, he finds another one.
We make it to the window and I throw a narrow beam of fire out as a signal. I look down and see Mike and Ike scrambling to help.
Almost immediately one of the fire trucks starts swinging its ladder our direction. But it doesn't take long for me to figure out it isn't going to be fast enough.
"We're going to have to jump. Do you hear me?"
He looks at me, horrified, "What? No! No!"
"Yes! This wall isn't stable."
As if to prove my point a large crack extends out directly below us, swallowing a large chunk of what little support structure was left. From above I can see straight down into the magma at the bottom.
My eyes flick between the ladder approaching and the building crumbling below us, "On my count. Three," Come on, just a little closer, "Two," Come on! The wall immediately next to us freefalls into the chasm.
"Jump!" We jump.
I grab the end of the extending ladder, and Ross grabs me by the leg. My arm groans at the jolt of extra weight.
I look back and see the place where we just were fall into the magma below.
Why isn't anyone doing anything? "I can't pull us both up, I need you to climb."
Ross responds and starts climbing up my body until he's close enough to grab the ladder directly.
A minute later we're both back on the ground. I stretch the arm that held Ross's weight earlier.
He alternates between gasping and coughing for a while, "Who… Who are you?"
I think about saying 'Xavier Bronze. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD.' But no. It's not worth breaking identity, "I'm Avatar."
Two paramedics start walking Ross to an ambulance.
I ask them, "Is he going to be okay?"
They answer on the move, "I think so. But we can't be sure until we get him treated."
I run over and yell at the man in charge, "Is there anything else I can do here?"
He shakes his head, "Not if you can't put out the fire."
I can stay here and focus on damage control, or I can try and heal Ross.
The remains of the building I was in a minute ago fall into the earth, leaving only a glowing-hot pit. Right then. No way in hell I'm controlling that.
I climb into the ambulance with Ross and tell the paramedics, "I can heal him. I have healing powers. Do you have any fresh water?"
The ambulance is moving. I guess I accidentally ditched Mike and Ike, but I'm sure they'll understand. I've more than proven myself by now.
Ow. My hand moves to my neck and feels a needle.
I bend around and see one of the paramedics holding the needle they just stabbed me with. Then I'm falling backward, and I'm out.
I answer, "What's up, Pussy Cat?"
The agent on the other side of the line doesn't react at all, "There's a fire at Dover AFB. General Ross may still be inside."
I grab my costume bag and start walking, "What can I do?"
"Your file says you can put out fires remotely, and prevent them from spreading. You can assist as Avatar."
That I can. I've gotten very good at putting out fires in the last month, "Understood."
Mike and Ike see me leave in a hurry and fall in behind me. Mike asks, "What's going on?"
I smile back at him, "My first solo mission! A fire at the Air Force Base."
He speeds up and passes me, "Well we can't be late for that. Come on!"
We break into a run, just slow enough to let Ike keep up.
Fifteen minutes later I'm just finished suiting up when we land in an area with several other emergency vehicles, near a three-story building that is very on fire.
I step out as soon as it's safe and run over to someone who's shouting orders, "I'm Avatar, with SHIELD. I'm pyrokinetic. I can put out fires with my mind. Where do you need me?"
One of the windows explodes outwards and rains glass on several firemen who were trying to approach.
"Can you put out fires hot enough to melt steel beams? This whole thing was started by an experimental jet fuel. No matter how much we throw at it, we can't put it out, and it's starting to break down the foundations of the base."
I see what he means when a very dramatic crack in the earth emerges from the building. One of the firemen almost falls in, before one of the others pulls him out of the way.
"I'll see what I can do."
I run toward the building. My mask's air filter takes care of most of the smoke, but the air that gets through is still a lot thinner in oxygen content. I could activate one of the oxygen canisters in my combat skirt, but I don't think I need it yet. I reach out my hands and start moving the elemental energy down into the earth. Fire can't exist inside solid objects, so if that's where all the energy is, the fire goes out.
But before the fires can noticeably fade, the ground shakes and another crack opens up only a few meters away from me.
Right, so moving it underground might not have been the best call when a large part of the problem is that the fire is causing earthquakes. It's too hot to freeze out.
I run back to the man in charge, "I can't put it out, I'm sorry. It's too hot."
He asks, "Can you survive going in? We need to find the General!"
I look back at the building. I haven't had very many chances to practice a full-body heat shield. But I've practiced small ones, and I have faith that I could get out before it failed completely.
I nod, "I can try. Where would Ross be?"
"His office. Second floor, third to the right."
Okay. Deep breaths. You can do this.
I run in the door, throwing my hands out to push aside the curtain of blue-white flame that was keeping everyone else out.
I stand for a moment to judge the terrain. My heat shield is holding. I'm not using too much Chi all at once. I think this is do-able. I walk to the stairs, every step a test of the destabilizing ground.
...Those stairs aren't taking me anywhere. They're falling apart. I look around for another way up, but of course I'm not that lucky. I'm not taking the elevator.
But maybe the elevator shaft? I make my way over and look up the shaft just in time to hear the cables snap. I jump back and see the box zoom through where my head just was. I hear it smash into the bottom, and more cracks swallow large areas of the building around me.
Okay. I only have to go up one floor. There's a door across from me one floor up in the shaft. The roof of the fallen elevator is only a floor down from me if I fall.
I've made jumps that high before. It's just like that, except I have to catch myself and then immediately do a pull-up. ...And it might be a little higher too. And farther. And I'm in armor.
No, that's fine. I step back twice and think through all the coaching Mike has given me, about using all of my body's momentum.
Go! I jump, and can immediately tell I'm not going to make it.
Fuck that. I do a mid-air downwards kick and throw my hands out below me. Fire floods the shaft and I get the extra centimeters I need.
I reach up and grab the ledge. It's hot to the touch, so I quickly climb up. Ignore the pain. I can heal it later.
Okay. I'm not at the top of the stairs. So my perspective is different. Find the top of the stairs, then from there, count three doors down.
I can see him. Ross is crouching on his desk. The floor between me and him is either burning or too burnt to safely walk on. My shoes are fireproof, but his aren't.
I call out, "Hey!"
He looks at me.
I check the flooring around me and take a careful step towards him, and then another.
I tell him, "It's going to be okay. I'm coming to get you out. Just stay where you are."
A piece of the ceiling falls, taking a large part of the building between us with it. This is only getting more difficult.
Go around, then. I need to move a little faster. This whole place is coming apart around us. Step. Look for the next place. There, where those two beams intersect. One of them cracks and I barely jump off before it drops.
Jumping was a mistake! I lean forward and land on all fours to distribute the weight. Then stand, carefully.
I make the final few steps to get to Ross's office.
I get close enough and beckon him to come off the desk, "We have to get out of here. I can't carry you, the floor can't take that much weight."
He climbs down, and I can tell his feet won't take long to burn. I take his hand and turn…
There's no way to get down. The stairs have collapsed into one of those chasms. Okay, new plan. Get to a window and wave for one of the fire trucks to give us a ladder.
I have to yell even though he's right next to me, "Step where I do. We're going to make it out of this."
I identify a path, and go. It's a little like Frogger. Or there was that one game Alex used to play with the collapsing platforms. To Ross's credit, he keeps up. Even when a safe spot I use breaks, he finds another one.
We make it to the window and I throw a narrow beam of fire out as a signal. I look down and see Mike and Ike scrambling to help.
Almost immediately one of the fire trucks starts swinging its ladder our direction. But it doesn't take long for me to figure out it isn't going to be fast enough.
"We're going to have to jump. Do you hear me?"
He looks at me, horrified, "What? No! No!"
"Yes! This wall isn't stable."
As if to prove my point a large crack extends out directly below us, swallowing a large chunk of what little support structure was left. From above I can see straight down into the magma at the bottom.
My eyes flick between the ladder approaching and the building crumbling below us, "On my count. Three," Come on, just a little closer, "Two," Come on! The wall immediately next to us freefalls into the chasm.
"Jump!" We jump.
I grab the end of the extending ladder, and Ross grabs me by the leg. My arm groans at the jolt of extra weight.
I look back and see the place where we just were fall into the magma below.
Why isn't anyone doing anything? "I can't pull us both up, I need you to climb."
Ross responds and starts climbing up my body until he's close enough to grab the ladder directly.
A minute later we're both back on the ground. I stretch the arm that held Ross's weight earlier.
He alternates between gasping and coughing for a while, "Who… Who are you?"
I think about saying 'Xavier Bronze. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD.' But no. It's not worth breaking identity, "I'm Avatar."
Two paramedics start walking Ross to an ambulance.
I ask them, "Is he going to be okay?"
They answer on the move, "I think so. But we can't be sure until we get him treated."
I run over and yell at the man in charge, "Is there anything else I can do here?"
He shakes his head, "Not if you can't put out the fire."
I can stay here and focus on damage control, or I can try and heal Ross.
The remains of the building I was in a minute ago fall into the earth, leaving only a glowing-hot pit. Right then. No way in hell I'm controlling that.
I climb into the ambulance with Ross and tell the paramedics, "I can heal him. I have healing powers. Do you have any fresh water?"
The ambulance is moving. I guess I accidentally ditched Mike and Ike, but I'm sure they'll understand. I've more than proven myself by now.
Ow. My hand moves to my neck and feels a needle.
I bend around and see one of the paramedics holding the needle they just stabbed me with. Then I'm falling backward, and I'm out.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/They
Well, fuck.
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
I promise, the next action set piece won't take place in a burning building.
It'll take place in either a landslide, a tornado, or a tsunami, obviously.
Arafell
Verified Cephalon
- Location
- Oregon
I was thinking underwater. I hear Atlantis is nice this time of year.
I would not be surprised if Ross was behind it. The man's got issues. However, Hydra is more likely.
I myself is waiting for her to go full Avatar Mode on some poor bastard. Show them what she is really capable of.
I myself is waiting for her to go full Avatar Mode on some poor bastard. Show them what she is really capable of.
Probably true. This uses the MCU setting, not the comics.
Fingers crossed for Avatar mode.
Fingers crossed for Avatar mode.
What you did there... I see it.
Arrival: The Ten Rings
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
Well I'm still not dead. But I am shackled to a wall. I'm in what could definitely qualify as a dungeon. One of my arms is shackled to the wall by a meter-long chain, and there are two armed guards at the door. Ross is shackled next to me, completely untreated. He's not looking good…
I yell at the guards, "Hey, assholes! One of your hostages is going to die if he doesn't get medical attention."
They look at each other, and then back at me, "Is it you?"
I look confused, because I am, "No."
"Then who cares?"
They want me? Oh fuck. Ten Rings. No that's not right. They would have killed me.
"Why do you need me?"
"The master has a plan for you. That's all you need to know."
So it is the Ten Rings. It's just that the Mandarin wants me for himself now. Well, I guess that's a good thing, seeing as it's the only reason I'm still alive. Time to start planning my escape.
The wall I'm chained to is stone. I might be able to Earthbend myself free, depending on how deeply the chain is embedded. They took off my uniform, so I'm not bulletproof. But I can probably take those two if I can get a surprise attack.
It complicates things that I need to get Ross out with me.
That would be easier if he weren't hurt, "Hey! You need to bring me some water."
One of them throws a bottle of Gatorade at my head, which I catch. I'm a little surprised they complied with that so easily.
Damn it. This is way too impure to use for healing. But maybe I can purify it. I drink some of it as part of my cover. And then I make my way to the end of my leash, where I can reach Ross.
I give him a nudge to wake him up, "Hey. I need you on your feet, soldier. You hear me?"
He opens his eyes, "You? You're Avatar?"
I nod, "Yes. We've been captured by the Ten Rings. They drugged us before we arrived at the hospital. Now, I can heal you. But if we're going to have a chance you need to act like you're still hurt."
He nods, eyes drifting closed again.
Okay, Gatorade. What've you got.
Ugh. It feels like sludge. The motion is there, but it's so sluggish. It's impeded by all of the sugar and dye and other stuff that's dissolved in the liquid. Come on. There's water in there. Just feel that. The water is all I need.
Smaller. Below the big, slow waves of the mixture, there are tiny waves made of normal water, as it bumps and bounces against everything else within. Okay. There you are. Now, come.
I hand the bottle to Ross and position my body to block what my hands are doing for the guards. A very thin stream of water makes its way out of the container, and I direct it onto his face, where it pools sideways and begins to glow as I pour my Chi through it into him.
"Open your shirt."
He complies, and I move the water down to his chest. I can feel that there's deeper damage there, in his lungs. So I allow the water to absorb through his skin and carry my Chi deeper into his body.
I look him in the eyes, "Are you feeling better?"
He nods, and buttons his shirt, "Yes. Thank you, again."
I look at him somewhat more sternly, "I said, are you feeling better?"
He gets it after a second, "No. I feel terrible. I'm dying."
I give him a pat on the shoulder, "There you go."
I take a bigger gulp of Gatorade. After that expenditure of energy, I'm actually thirsty. And then I move out of the way so the guards can see me offering Ross a drink, to explain why I came over here.
An hour later, several people come in. Two of them try to grab me, but I use a Tai Chi dodge, crack one of their ribs and send the other over my shoulder into the wall behind me.
Four more dogpile me and two more come in before I can throw them off. They're holding me too still for a fire blast. Another of them comes in with a syringe and draws my blood while the rest hold me in place.
They let go of me and hurry back out, the one with the cracked rib lagging somewhat behind the rest.
That was embarrassing. I should've been able to prevent that.
Why do they want my blood? And why didn't they take it while I was unconscious?
I yell at the guards, "Hey, assholes! One of your hostages is going to die if he doesn't get medical attention."
They look at each other, and then back at me, "Is it you?"
I look confused, because I am, "No."
"Then who cares?"
They want me? Oh fuck. Ten Rings. No that's not right. They would have killed me.
"Why do you need me?"
"The master has a plan for you. That's all you need to know."
So it is the Ten Rings. It's just that the Mandarin wants me for himself now. Well, I guess that's a good thing, seeing as it's the only reason I'm still alive. Time to start planning my escape.
The wall I'm chained to is stone. I might be able to Earthbend myself free, depending on how deeply the chain is embedded. They took off my uniform, so I'm not bulletproof. But I can probably take those two if I can get a surprise attack.
It complicates things that I need to get Ross out with me.
That would be easier if he weren't hurt, "Hey! You need to bring me some water."
One of them throws a bottle of Gatorade at my head, which I catch. I'm a little surprised they complied with that so easily.
Damn it. This is way too impure to use for healing. But maybe I can purify it. I drink some of it as part of my cover. And then I make my way to the end of my leash, where I can reach Ross.
I give him a nudge to wake him up, "Hey. I need you on your feet, soldier. You hear me?"
He opens his eyes, "You? You're Avatar?"
I nod, "Yes. We've been captured by the Ten Rings. They drugged us before we arrived at the hospital. Now, I can heal you. But if we're going to have a chance you need to act like you're still hurt."
He nods, eyes drifting closed again.
Okay, Gatorade. What've you got.
Ugh. It feels like sludge. The motion is there, but it's so sluggish. It's impeded by all of the sugar and dye and other stuff that's dissolved in the liquid. Come on. There's water in there. Just feel that. The water is all I need.
Smaller. Below the big, slow waves of the mixture, there are tiny waves made of normal water, as it bumps and bounces against everything else within. Okay. There you are. Now, come.
I hand the bottle to Ross and position my body to block what my hands are doing for the guards. A very thin stream of water makes its way out of the container, and I direct it onto his face, where it pools sideways and begins to glow as I pour my Chi through it into him.
"Open your shirt."
He complies, and I move the water down to his chest. I can feel that there's deeper damage there, in his lungs. So I allow the water to absorb through his skin and carry my Chi deeper into his body.
I look him in the eyes, "Are you feeling better?"
He nods, and buttons his shirt, "Yes. Thank you, again."
I look at him somewhat more sternly, "I said, are you feeling better?"
He gets it after a second, "No. I feel terrible. I'm dying."
I give him a pat on the shoulder, "There you go."
I take a bigger gulp of Gatorade. After that expenditure of energy, I'm actually thirsty. And then I move out of the way so the guards can see me offering Ross a drink, to explain why I came over here.
An hour later, several people come in. Two of them try to grab me, but I use a Tai Chi dodge, crack one of their ribs and send the other over my shoulder into the wall behind me.
Four more dogpile me and two more come in before I can throw them off. They're holding me too still for a fire blast. Another of them comes in with a syringe and draws my blood while the rest hold me in place.
They let go of me and hurry back out, the one with the cracked rib lagging somewhat behind the rest.
That was embarrassing. I should've been able to prevent that.
Why do they want my blood? And why didn't they take it while I was unconscious?
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Silly humans assuming everything is genetic.
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
Whether or not it's genetic, Bending is hereditary. For some reason. Even people born and raised in a different nation will manifest the element of their ancestry. Nature, not nurture.
...Which actually comes with some far-reaching implications about the distant future of humanity on Earth XSI-1, now that SI's here.
- Location
- Australia
Hmm. It could still involve spiritual elements - the mingling of two people's chi/essence during the act, or if it works along matrilineal lines the mingling of the mother's and child's during pregnancy - that wouldn't be present in a sterile "test tube" program.
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
It's not just from the mother. Otherwise Aang would have well and truly been the last "natural" Airbender. In fact, it seems almost Mendelian. Aang (Airbender) and Katara (Waterbender) had three kids. One Airbender, one Waterbender, and one non-Bender. Katara (Waterbender) and Sokka's (non-Bender) parents were a Waterbender and a non-Bender.
I'm not sure she's technically related to anyone. As Loki and Shazam said, her body was constructed wholesale, from the ground up, genes included. Raava is a spirit who has been fused with SI's own spirit, and their collective power works through the channeling of the body's Chi, AKA life-force. So, I guess both, in different ways.
Oh come on, I really don't like those kind of clone/sciencfic breeding, whole thing is quite messy.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Bending is spiritual, it was given to early Avatar people's by spirits.
I don't think any scientist can do shit with it if they're not even aware of the scientific fields required to understand it.
They're barking up the wrong tree entirely, might as well try to use sociology to build a rocket ship for all their scientific understanding is applicable.
I don't think any scientist can do shit with it if they're not even aware of the scientific fields required to understand it.
They're barking up the wrong tree entirely, might as well try to use sociology to build a rocket ship for all their scientific understanding is applicable.
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
searches various wikis
For all the genetic bullshit that people have pulled off since World War 2, I don't think there's any evidence that cloning is a thing yet. At least not on earth. Actually a little weird that none of the sources of canon have done that yet.