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That's right - Veteran Blockbuster is in the mix. I was trying to go for suit-wearing aesthetics, and since they've never remade that guy, he's still in the Bat-Baddie box... and his suit is hard to miss, even if you're trained by time to look around his giant form.
The Story:
The Maggia runs the docks, and that's why they don't worry too much about making noise as they chase down intrepid reporter Lois Lane, who is busy wishing she was wearing flats as she runs from the ashen-skinned creep calling himself Tombstone... not to mention the crazy Hammerhead mainiac that's blasting his way through walls on her trail like a rhinoceros. She's thinking she's about had it, given the amount of goons she laid eyes on during their 'secret' meeting... and the last thing she's expecting is a giant woman to fall from the sky and put herself between them.
"These low-rent mafi-so-sos giving you trouble, ma'am?" Jen asks.
Lois, ever quick on her feet, doesn't miss a beat. "That they are. Kick the tall one in the undercarriage hard enough and he'll crumple so you won't waste time pounding on his thick hide."
"Good to know." A She-Hulk of a boot to the groin drops Tombstone to his knees, and lo and behold, there's another tough-as-nails broad stepping up behind them to finish the job with a right cross that doesn't give a hoot about that tough skin of his.
"Wow," Jen notes to Jessica Jones. "You didn't even spill your drink."
Jones chugs from the bottle, with a shrug. "I've got talent, see."
"Now there's something ya don't see every day," Lois smarts. Jen's expecting it to be about her, until she remembers she's not green here. No, Lois is looking at Jessica and her decidedly unladylike demeanor. "Question for you, Slacks. Were you just here on the dock drinkin' with the sailors when we happened by, or you tagging along with the Amazon?"
"I'm actually from Ohio," Jen says, hoping to forestall whatever argument this reporter is trying to start. Jones just gives her a withering look.
"Don't mind her," comes the deep bass of Officer Luke Cage. "She's just warming up."
"Yeah," Lois says with a squint. "Inside and out." Suddenly, she feels her hat being tugged off her head. "Hey, what gives?"
Baby Groot is sitting on Jen's shoulder, reaching out branches to try to ensnare the chapeau. "He doesn't like hats," Loki chimes in, having shifted his wardrobe into something suitable to the grayscale gangster film they've apparently tumbled into.
"Everyone's a critic," Lois grumbles. "I'd be mad if that little guy wasn't the most adorable thing I've ever seen, and believe you me, mister, I've seen some adorable things in my day. So, whoever you are, can you help a girl get out of here alive?"
"I'd love to," Jen says, "but the one with the bottle doesn't like taking help from dames."
Lois raises an eyebrow. "A woman who hates other women? Now that's rich."
"Dames are usually wearing heels and impractical skirts," Jones barks, and Lois is certainly dressed THAT particular part. "Only one L away from being a damsel, and there's never been a damsel that wasn't in distress, see."
"I wouldn't mind seein' her out of dis dress," Hammerhead sneers, thinking he's clever, ignoring that Loki is rolling his eyes. All three of the women turn on a dime and yell "SHUT UP!"
Hammerhead just laughs... because a moment later, a huge giant bald mass of manhood in a suit that looks like the tailor had to make it out of a hot air balloon steps up behind him. Flanked by goon after goon after flunky after flunky.
"You're under arrest," Officer Cage says, trying to take the giant's hand, only to be lifted up and gut punched all the way back to the precinct... which brings his backup pouring onto the docks, charging in to subdue the henchmen.
During that distraction, no one sees the monkey with the gun. A monkey with a gun shoots Lois in the leg, and Hammerhead backhands her before she can recover, falling into a heap.
Jones contorts her face and leaps into the air, aiming to slam hard into the group of henchmen... but her balance is off enough that she lands hard on that contorted face instead of on her feet to create a shockwave (crit miss quake!).
"That was a lot to happen in two seconds," Jen breathes, bracing herself for a harder fight than she expected.
"Oh, but there's more," Loki says, drifting back to circle around with Groot on his lapel.... and with a waggle of his fingers, suddenly, Big Bald Blockbuster turns and pounds Hammerhead down into the dirt... before looking dazed and confused about what just happened. Jen doesn't waste time in exploiting that befuddlement, and she hits the behemoth with a powerful one-two combo that puts him down for the count.
The Rose and The Crime Master have seized upon the chance to commit a massive gang-swarm on Jones, but the hard-bitten dame detective isn't going to stumble twice, and she starts laying into the toughs, and even cracking Crime Master across the jaw. Soon, she's back to back with Jen, fighting off all comers.
Jim Gordon and his officers scramble to try and pin down that hit-monkey, unable to catch the slippery rascal - that is, until Black Panther shows up and catches it with amazing agility, and gives it a neck pinch to put his lights out before he takes off after Mr. Negative.
"Black Panther is a cop?" Jen asks, incredulously, since local law enforcement seems a little below the King of Wakanda's purview. Then she punches a Goon.
"Every precinct has one," Jones says, clobbering a Flunky. "Part of Internal Affairs' plan to curb abuses of power by good ol' boys wearing the badges. They wear masks, so they can't be targeted with the garden variety white terrorism when they call out the bad apples."
"That's... an interesting plan," Jen notes, her legal mind going to work on the implications there, before another thought hits her. "Wait, everybody is grayscale here and you STILL have racial tension?"
"Shades of gray are still shades - FFFFF!"
Jones is suddenly dropped by a keen shot from The Rose, and the fact that her bottle smashes all over the asphalt is a sign that she's really out. Before Jen can respond, she's blasted with an electrical discharge from Mr. Negative that puts her lights out as well.
"Now THAT'S a waste of bourbon," Tony Stark mutters, as he's finally finished putting on his armor to wade into the fight, heading after Crime Master while Loki deigns to take out The Rose. After the Iron Man separates Crime Master from his goons, Groot is able to slink in and knock him out with a thorny tendril. "I am Groot!" he yells adorably.
The police, for their part, are tending to Lois Lane's wounds while Panther, Gordon, and Montoya use a little technical trickery to take down Mr. Negative, and with all three capos down, the remaining goons start to scatter.
"Well, that's that?" asks Stark from behind the armored mask.
"Not hardly," Captain Stacy grunts. "We're here for the Kingpin of Crime, Wilson Fisk."
"I AM GROOT!"
All heads turn, to see a little tiny baby tree boy with giant long viny arms wrapped around the legs of a giant fat man, dragging him very slowly out of the warehouse. Fisk can't get his balance, and he's thrashing wildly at the vines, until more of them reach up and wrap around his wrists as well. Then, flowers bloom up on those vines and puff a few clouds of some kind of horticultural sleeping gas into his face, turning that struggling weight into dead weight. Not actual DEAD dead weight, just not awake weight.
Loki smiles widely at that. "I... am Groot," he says to the little guy, who beams proudly at the praise.
WINNERS: THE EXILES
Survivors: Iron Man, Baby Groot, Loki, Captain Stacy, Commissioner Gordon, Lockup, Black Panther, Renee Montoya, GCPD Officer
Who is the Detective? Jessica Jones
Who is the Crime Boss? Kingpin
Who is the Reporter? Lois Lane
Did the Reporter escape/get recruited/die? Got Recruited... but then got KOed...
What organization was the Crime Boss running? The Maggia
So as I am reading through the stories, I get this thought... I know exactly who the noir detective should be... Jessica Jones, aka J'ssika J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter. I stumble across Skullbrother's post and feel like just marrying his idea to another one I had.