Stark Transcendent (Iron Man/Marvel Quest)
- Thread starter Roarian
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[X] Hide out in your Garage
ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
[X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
inawarminister
I ♥ anime
[X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now,
what you really need is a little peace and
quiet and some time alone with your gadgets
and tools, not people yammering at you over
your miraculous survival. You have enough
shit to deal with.
Ha, time for some SUPERTECH!
what you really need is a little peace and
quiet and some time alone with your gadgets
and tools, not people yammering at you over
your miraculous survival. You have enough
shit to deal with.
Ha, time for some SUPERTECH!
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
Guys, please resist your antisocial tendencies.
Guys, please resist your antisocial tendencies.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
Vote tally:
##### 3.13
[X] Get in contact with Rhodey
No. of votes: 7
LightMage, Zen, Silver sun 17, hance1986, KnightDisciple, GenoDragoon, UberJJK
[X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
No. of votes: 20
SuperSonicSound, OrionRevenant, Enohthree, Antumbra, BoSPaladin, Vanathor, Mochinator, Drexal15, afterthought53, DarkAbstraction, MrGazzer, skaro, Adref, Kaioo, serapheus, chief18753, inawarminister, Akatos, Dark Lord Bob, avatar11792
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
No. of votes: 14
Tylonius, Carrnage, shiki11, Spektrum, Croaker, Demonic Spoon, NSMS, Jiopaba, Vlad III, Charon, Keeper of Storms, Rosencrantz14, prometheus110, Mgunh1
[X] Get in Contact with Yinsen.
No. of votes: 2
Night_stalker, Grosstoad
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
-[X] Who is selling my weapons to terrorists : People you don't want getting your weapons are getting them. Even if you put a stop to arms dealers from people getting Stark weapons they would still not solve the problem.
No. of votes: 6
Vlad III, Charon, Keeper of Storms, Rosencrantz14, prometheus110, Mgunh1
[X] Get in contact with JARVIS
No. of votes: 1
Selias
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Excellent, hopefully the current leading vote continues to win. trying to shut down the weapons leak instantly will blow up in starks face. Much better to be more subtle about it, by spending time in his lab he can approach the problem from the prospective of designing and building super tech to assist him.
##### 3.13
[X] Get in contact with Rhodey
No. of votes: 7
LightMage, Zen, Silver sun 17, hance1986, KnightDisciple, GenoDragoon, UberJJK
[X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
No. of votes: 20
SuperSonicSound, OrionRevenant, Enohthree, Antumbra, BoSPaladin, Vanathor, Mochinator, Drexal15, afterthought53, DarkAbstraction, MrGazzer, skaro, Adref, Kaioo, serapheus, chief18753, inawarminister, Akatos, Dark Lord Bob, avatar11792
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
No. of votes: 14
Tylonius, Carrnage, shiki11, Spektrum, Croaker, Demonic Spoon, NSMS, Jiopaba, Vlad III, Charon, Keeper of Storms, Rosencrantz14, prometheus110, Mgunh1
[X] Get in Contact with Yinsen.
No. of votes: 2
Night_stalker, Grosstoad
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
-[X] Who is selling my weapons to terrorists : People you don't want getting your weapons are getting them. Even if you put a stop to arms dealers from people getting Stark weapons they would still not solve the problem.
No. of votes: 6
Vlad III, Charon, Keeper of Storms, Rosencrantz14, prometheus110, Mgunh1
[X] Get in contact with JARVIS
No. of votes: 1
Selias
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Excellent, hopefully the current leading vote continues to win. trying to shut down the weapons leak instantly will blow up in starks face. Much better to be more subtle about it, by spending time in his lab he can approach the problem from the prospective of designing and building super tech to assist him.
- Location
- Netherlands
By all means, ignore the anvil-sized hints I'm tossing in.Grosstoad said:
20 vs. 20 votes according to your tally, which is impressive in terms of numbers but troubling since again there's no clear choice.SuperSonicSound said:
We need some tiebreaker - anyone up for a good argument for either of the 'winners' ?
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
You know who might help us with "being subtle"? Rhodey. Rhodey is also a long-time friend who can help us decompress in an at least somewhat more healthy manner.
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
-[X] Who is selling my weapons to terrorists : People you don't want getting your weapons are getting them. Even if you put a stop to arms dealers from people getting Stark weapons they would still not solve the problem.
No. of votes: 6
-[X] Who is selling my weapons to terrorists : People you don't want getting your weapons are getting them. Even if you put a stop to arms dealers from people getting Stark weapons they would still not solve the problem.
No. of votes: 6
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
No it's 20 vs 14.Roarian said:
I moved those six votes up to the 14 already earlier, that is to say the 14 votes are inclusive of the other six. Sorry for the confusion.
Note
Vote tally:
##### 3.13
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
No. of votes: 14Tylonius, Carrnage, shiki11, Spektrum, Croaker, Demonic Spoon, NSMS, Jiopaba, Vlad III, Charon, Keeper of Storms, Rosencrantz14,prometheus110, Mgunh1
[X] Go to Stark Industries : You've had a change of heart, and you can't rest on your laurels while your weapons are ending up in the hands of insurgents and worse. You need to put a stop to that as soon as possible.
-[X] Who is selling my weapons to terrorists : People you don't want getting your weapons are getting them. Even if you put a stop to arms dealers from people getting Stark weapons they would still not solve the problem.
No. of votes: 6
Vlad III, Charon, Keeper of Storms, Rosencrantz14, prometheus110, Mgunh1
I was just show casing the fact that the six at the bottom had the same thoughts and a sub vote
Currently we can ride the good publicity wave of getting kidnapped by terrorists and blowing them to hell to crack down hard on our materials leak, if we leave this to fester our politicial capital is going to degrade over time, terrorists are going to continue getting their hands on stark weaponry, and we're going to find it harder to do anything. Strike while the iron is hot!
- Location
- Netherlands
Ah! Yeah, that makes a little more sense, then - I was wondering where six or seven votes had popped up from. Well, clearly this means that we're looking at a slightly less impulsive Tony than canon - not necessarily a bad thing.SuperSonicSound said:
Alright, I'll start writing the next part - odds are Jarvis will appear in this part for the one person who voted for him.
You can start brainstorming about what sort of thing you'd want to start tinkering on, and why...
Better the arc reactor. Also power armour because we're squishy and we'd like to be less squishy. I cannot more coherent. Go sleep now.
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
If we're going to our garage to tinker, there are 2 projects I'd like to focus on, both of which can have both personal and business applications.
-Arc Reactor tech. We need a better one for our own body's sake (though at some point we need to undergo surgery to get the shrapnel out), and we need one or more designs we can market for clean energy.
-Body Armor tech. We want something cheap, durable, and light we can sell to the military. Something that makes our old body armor tech look weak in comparison. This can also start to segway into building Power Armor for our own sake.
-Arc Reactor tech. We need a better one for our own body's sake (though at some point we need to undergo surgery to get the shrapnel out), and we need one or more designs we can market for clean energy.
-Body Armor tech. We want something cheap, durable, and light we can sell to the military. Something that makes our old body armor tech look weak in comparison. This can also start to segway into building Power Armor for our own sake.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
Alright, so first order of business work on a basic improvement to his arc reactor. Means he doesn't need to charge himself up so often and so it can be put together later on with a powerplant design.
This is just a basic filler action so that he has something to present to the board of directors of the company and to make a press release for later in the day/week.
Next we need to have Jarvis secretly pull in all the shipment manifests for any and all stark made weaponry and where it went and to cross reference that information to any security footage from the manufacturing plants that his AI can get hold of, the basic idea is to check if manufacturing plants are making the same number of 'weapons' as listed on shipping manifests or not.
First thing is to identify where the 'shenanigans' happen, are we making more weapons than being shown in the 'books' or are they going during or after shipping, do we have a country buying our product and then selling it on to a higher bidder?
Normally I would expect this to be impossible but well marvel tech doesn't run on anything approaching what I would expect to be possible *shrug*
We should also look into tech that tony can use to protect himself. The Iron man suit is only one such proposal and I'm not sure if we really want to go that route or not. (I don't mind either way on this)
This is just a basic filler action so that he has something to present to the board of directors of the company and to make a press release for later in the day/week.
Next we need to have Jarvis secretly pull in all the shipment manifests for any and all stark made weaponry and where it went and to cross reference that information to any security footage from the manufacturing plants that his AI can get hold of, the basic idea is to check if manufacturing plants are making the same number of 'weapons' as listed on shipping manifests or not.
First thing is to identify where the 'shenanigans' happen, are we making more weapons than being shown in the 'books' or are they going during or after shipping, do we have a country buying our product and then selling it on to a higher bidder?
Normally I would expect this to be impossible but well marvel tech doesn't run on anything approaching what I would expect to be possible *shrug*
We should also look into tech that tony can use to protect himself. The Iron man suit is only one such proposal and I'm not sure if we really want to go that route or not. (I don't mind either way on this)
DarkLight140
Credit to Team
- Location
- Lost in my thoughts
With our brilliant super-science, we redesign all embedded computers in Stark weapons technology so that they can be tracked (by us) and/or interfaced with (by us). We subsequently tell (almost) no one, and make this as integral to all our future designs as possible so that anyone who gets access to our technology and copies it will be likely to copy the tracking/interface system as well.Roarian said:
The "why" here should be fairly obvious. It's clear that our products are getting into hands that we don't want them in, and that has to stop. We cover for the system's effects by talking to Rhodey and coming up with a more public embedded tracking system in all our future gear which we can convince the military to accept as a useful feature rather than a security hole put in place by a paranoid supergenius.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
We could even state the code package for the hardware has an updated guidance control system to improve performance.DarkLight140 said:
avatar11792
Et Sic Incipit
- Location
- Planet Earth, North America
Modifying my vote. This should take care of some of the anti-social objections, if it works properly.
[X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
-[x] Ask Rhodey to come over: we could stand some good bonding time with our military friend. Besides, always good to have somebody to bounce ideas off of that's not just us or JARVIS, right?
[X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
-[x] Ask Rhodey to come over: we could stand some good bonding time with our military friend. Besides, always good to have somebody to bounce ideas off of that's not just us or JARVIS, right?
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
I'm totally up for that modification.
New [X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
-[x] Ask Rhodey to come over: we could stand some good bonding time with our military friend. Besides, always good to have somebody to bounce ideas off of that's not just us or JARVIS, right?
New [X] Hide out in your Garage : Right now, what you really need is a little peace and quiet and some time alone with your gadgets and tools, not people yammering at you over your miraculous survival. You have enough shit to deal with.
-[x] Ask Rhodey to come over: we could stand some good bonding time with our military friend. Besides, always good to have somebody to bounce ideas off of that's not just us or JARVIS, right?
Interlude - Deadpool
- Location
- Netherlands
I like the suggestion, and I am inclined to make it happen. Meanwhile, a little bonus aside thingy with crack value!
[X] Your own body, lifeless but smiling, cradled in someone's arms.
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Interlude - Deadpool
Well, how about that.
An arrow.
There was an arrow in your head.
Thinking was not so good. Nor moving. You have the definite sensation that the arrow has something to do with it. Who used arrows, anyway? It was the twenty-fifth century - twenty-third? Something like that. The Laser-age was around the corner, and so was shooting people with beams and stuff. Bullets were good, too. You liked bullets.
The brain problem was annoying. Your father smells like elderberries! Right, so was that.
"You don't die from anything, do you?" a voice said from somewhere close. It came from a burly guy with a beer gut, a meat cleaver clasped in his hand, and his expression betraying his intent to carve. "How the hell am I supposed to…?"
You managed to catch your breath, and declared with as much authority as you could manage: "Macaroni and cheese puffs!"
Okay, maybe the brain thing was more than just annoying.
You knew Wolvie had his brain messed before - and it had never come back quite right. You were probably bleeding into your cerebellum, and even your ridiculous healing might just not be able to keep up, if you did anything more drastic. Brain damage - that shit was dangerous.
Eh - not like you were using your head much. Fuck it.
You yanked at the shaft of the arrow, still lodged in your temple, and pulled with as much strength as you could manage. There was a horrifying slicing sound, the gurgling of blood - maybe some brain matter came with, alongside a few more IQ points.
For a glorious moment, the colors smelled like awesome, the air tasted like yellow and scantily clad Jean Grey, and the meat cleaver that approached your face looked like cinnamon and chimichangas.
Then your head cleared a bit, though your brain still merrily chirped away. 'In Mortal Danger. Behind You, a Psychopath. Cut his Brains Out.' Okay, was that a fucking haiku?
You managed to stumble out of reach of the burly dude with his overcompensating weapon - and that had no implications about yourself, thank you - and frowned. "That… kinda tickled," you declared, holding one hand to the dripping hole in your head as you grasped for your gun - any of them, really - but you found nothing below the waist.
No wonder it was so cold down there. Your belt had been sliced off at some point, and it was lying a few dozen feet away, along with all its fancy pouches - and your pants.
Your star-emblazoned boxers were on proud display.
Looking - actually, good is an overstatement.
"This was supposed to be easy! God damn it, die already!" The crazy butcher guy exclaimed, and his cleaver headed right for you again - no style, just strength. You idly noted that you'd never actually seen this dude before; he was certainly not the asshole that had put an extra face hole in you.
"I would make a cutting comeback, but I think the part of my brain responsible hasn't grown back yet. Would you do with shitty puns or ripping off other people?" Still a little loopy from the hit, you barely remembered that meat cleavers were bad news - but there was plenty of time left to counter the next slash.
The cleaver carved deeply into your completely unprotected shoulder; you knew that it would heal up in no-time, anyway. That was kind of like a counter, right?
Enough was enough - fun was over. You shoved four feet of razor-sharp sword through the guy's face in retaliation, and sighed as he slumped to the ground. It wasn't the cleanest kill you'd ever made - not by a long shot. But you were still standing, and the glorified butcher was leaking all over the floor.
That was kind of like victory, right?
Right. Dead guy on the floor, pants on the floor - everyone walk the dinosaur. It was a bit confusing and annoying. Not your usual afternoon. Not two hours earlier you'd been slumming in your pajamas, watching Jerry Springer reruns as you stuffed your face.
Then - you'd been shot in the face from out of nowhere! And now your brain had, for some reason, started talking to itself in second person, and you were confusing yourself with every you that didn't seem to fit. Arrows to the head were definitely bad news - you better keep a note, Wade.
The butcher didn't have anything on him that suggested he was a hitman, nor an explanation for why he'd dropped you off in the middle of the fucking desert. In fact, after rifling through his pants and socks, you didn't even come across more than a few hundred bucks. This was just some dead schmuck who had been hired to make a body dump - and nobody had told him about the healing thing.
You were in costume, and you still had your sword with you. Who the fuck was this stupid?
The only thing worth stealing was a shitty cell phone - a Nokia from a year you tried desperately not to remember; you'd spent most of it trying to get drunk, and failing. There was only a single saved message on the thing, a code. You recognized it - you'd used it yourself on more than one occasion. Mercenary shorthand, of the most lethal kind.
They were instructions for a hit - a big-time, high-grade one. Some rich businessman type with three-hundred security agents, probably. Should be fun.
The phone didn't belong to the guy you'd just killed, obviously; it had to have been slipped into the dumper's clothes. Probably by that damned arrow-guy.
With that, your brain finally caught up with the plot.
"Oh, fucking hell. It was Bullseye," you cursed. "Fuck everything with a two-by-four."
This was so not a good way to get hired.
XXXXXXXXXX
Look, i'm not gonna let someone else pick what I gotta do, understood?
[X] Take the job. (Duh!)
[XX] Take the job, you need the money. (What are you waiting for?)
[XXX] Take the job, or Bullseye will shoot your head off. (Take the fucking hint!)
[X] Your own body, lifeless but smiling, cradled in someone's arms.
XXXXXXXXXX
Interlude - Deadpool
Well, how about that.
An arrow.
There was an arrow in your head.
Thinking was not so good. Nor moving. You have the definite sensation that the arrow has something to do with it. Who used arrows, anyway? It was the twenty-fifth century - twenty-third? Something like that. The Laser-age was around the corner, and so was shooting people with beams and stuff. Bullets were good, too. You liked bullets.
The brain problem was annoying. Your father smells like elderberries! Right, so was that.
"You don't die from anything, do you?" a voice said from somewhere close. It came from a burly guy with a beer gut, a meat cleaver clasped in his hand, and his expression betraying his intent to carve. "How the hell am I supposed to…?"
You managed to catch your breath, and declared with as much authority as you could manage: "Macaroni and cheese puffs!"
Okay, maybe the brain thing was more than just annoying.
You knew Wolvie had his brain messed before - and it had never come back quite right. You were probably bleeding into your cerebellum, and even your ridiculous healing might just not be able to keep up, if you did anything more drastic. Brain damage - that shit was dangerous.
Eh - not like you were using your head much. Fuck it.
You yanked at the shaft of the arrow, still lodged in your temple, and pulled with as much strength as you could manage. There was a horrifying slicing sound, the gurgling of blood - maybe some brain matter came with, alongside a few more IQ points.
For a glorious moment, the colors smelled like awesome, the air tasted like yellow and scantily clad Jean Grey, and the meat cleaver that approached your face looked like cinnamon and chimichangas.
Then your head cleared a bit, though your brain still merrily chirped away. 'In Mortal Danger. Behind You, a Psychopath. Cut his Brains Out.' Okay, was that a fucking haiku?
You managed to stumble out of reach of the burly dude with his overcompensating weapon - and that had no implications about yourself, thank you - and frowned. "That… kinda tickled," you declared, holding one hand to the dripping hole in your head as you grasped for your gun - any of them, really - but you found nothing below the waist.
No wonder it was so cold down there. Your belt had been sliced off at some point, and it was lying a few dozen feet away, along with all its fancy pouches - and your pants.
Your star-emblazoned boxers were on proud display.
Looking - actually, good is an overstatement.
"This was supposed to be easy! God damn it, die already!" The crazy butcher guy exclaimed, and his cleaver headed right for you again - no style, just strength. You idly noted that you'd never actually seen this dude before; he was certainly not the asshole that had put an extra face hole in you.
"I would make a cutting comeback, but I think the part of my brain responsible hasn't grown back yet. Would you do with shitty puns or ripping off other people?" Still a little loopy from the hit, you barely remembered that meat cleavers were bad news - but there was plenty of time left to counter the next slash.
The cleaver carved deeply into your completely unprotected shoulder; you knew that it would heal up in no-time, anyway. That was kind of like a counter, right?
Enough was enough - fun was over. You shoved four feet of razor-sharp sword through the guy's face in retaliation, and sighed as he slumped to the ground. It wasn't the cleanest kill you'd ever made - not by a long shot. But you were still standing, and the glorified butcher was leaking all over the floor.
That was kind of like victory, right?
Right. Dead guy on the floor, pants on the floor - everyone walk the dinosaur. It was a bit confusing and annoying. Not your usual afternoon. Not two hours earlier you'd been slumming in your pajamas, watching Jerry Springer reruns as you stuffed your face.
Then - you'd been shot in the face from out of nowhere! And now your brain had, for some reason, started talking to itself in second person, and you were confusing yourself with every you that didn't seem to fit. Arrows to the head were definitely bad news - you better keep a note, Wade.
The butcher didn't have anything on him that suggested he was a hitman, nor an explanation for why he'd dropped you off in the middle of the fucking desert. In fact, after rifling through his pants and socks, you didn't even come across more than a few hundred bucks. This was just some dead schmuck who had been hired to make a body dump - and nobody had told him about the healing thing.
You were in costume, and you still had your sword with you. Who the fuck was this stupid?
The only thing worth stealing was a shitty cell phone - a Nokia from a year you tried desperately not to remember; you'd spent most of it trying to get drunk, and failing. There was only a single saved message on the thing, a code. You recognized it - you'd used it yourself on more than one occasion. Mercenary shorthand, of the most lethal kind.
They were instructions for a hit - a big-time, high-grade one. Some rich businessman type with three-hundred security agents, probably. Should be fun.
The phone didn't belong to the guy you'd just killed, obviously; it had to have been slipped into the dumper's clothes. Probably by that damned arrow-guy.
With that, your brain finally caught up with the plot.
"Oh, fucking hell. It was Bullseye," you cursed. "Fuck everything with a two-by-four."
This was so not a good way to get hired.
XXXXXXXXXX
Look, i'm not gonna let someone else pick what I gotta do, understood?
[X] Take the job. (Duh!)
[XX] Take the job, you need the money. (What are you waiting for?)
[XXX] Take the job, or Bullseye will shoot your head off. (Take the fucking hint!)