Here follows the account of the Liquidator… (session 1)
all the members of our resistance group found themselves in various stages of awakening aboard an alien transport craft. I immediately recognized Gigas taking up a bench designed for two sitting at the front of the skimmer and Quercus Alba to my immediate right. There were two others, besides guards, i didn’t immediately recognise. One was a metamorph that was wearing some equipment that belonged to Malic, but certainly didn’t look like the aryan race posterchild. The other was a svelte and weathered looking human sitting across the isle from Quercus and myself who i decidedly had not seen before. We all were wearing nullifier gauntlets and were off to some alien research facility no doubt to be flayed open by our inquisitive overlords!
Moments later the skimmer shifted violently and after a hard landing its doors blasted open by powers unknown. The transport guards engaged something or someone just out of sight beyond the transport doors. The broken bodies of the formidable looking guards beared mute witness to the power of what confronted them as they flew at varying trajectories into the bulkhead. The Liquidator was impressed. Quercus started producing a sappy type of resin quickly over filling his seat. Gigas rocked about violently while Malic had a the focused look of pedophile approaching a playground. The human was actually smoking though i have no idea how he lit a cigarette with his hands and feet bound. As the smoked cleared in strode Dr. Victor Von Doom dressed as if neither alien occupation or genocide could trump fashion. His metal face was shrouded by lavish purple and green cloaks and a hood. He spoke on the move as he took his place in the center isle saying “I am not in awe of you.” He surveyed each of us like a butcher might size up sides of beef thinking outloud as he patted each of us on the head. This was followed quickly by our extrication to yet another flying vessel though this one seemed more robust as we seemed to gain tremendous altitude… fast. Doom out of sight a new group of guards placed earpieces comm headsets on the five of us and opened a portside airlock. In freefall still bound with nullifier guantlets the commlinks winked to life, it was Doom. He had a job offer for us. Apparently we were falling towards a target of some consequence a prison which held Ms. Marvel. Doom wanted her rescued alive and said if we agreed to help him he would remove the nullifiers or if we prefered we could continue falling to our deathes. The decision was unanimous and the guantlets maglocks opened.
We were still falling and the air surrounding us was still thick with whatever the hell Quercus kept excreting but we had our powers back. One look at Malic revealed his face had returned to aryan and both him and the other human quickly deployed parachutes. Gigas did nothing but wobble around in mid air like a turtle on its back yelling hardily about himself in the third person as he crashed through the roof of the prisoner warehouse we were supposed to infiltrate. The fall should have killed him but he sprang to his feet and appeared no worse for wear yelling something about gravity being a girly man and needing a new tampon or something to that effect. A fountain of plant matter ushered Quercus Alba safely to the ground, while I formed a rotor and spun super sonic to create lift to break my fall.
Once inside we were surrounded instantly as Gigas’ screams were as loud as his fall through the roof had been. So much for the element of surprise. My allies and the other human who was tossed out of the shuttle with us engaged the prison guards and other elements of security in combat. Quercus was firing blanks, still clearly shaken by our most recent ordeal. Malic was quickly knocked to the ground by a drone as hand to hand combat wasn’t his forte. Down but not out he mind controled the guard eventually having him stab his cohort and them himself. The rangy russian whose name was Lev bagged a guard with his assult rifle that trailed down on a parachute shortly after he did. Gigas was smashing guards into the ground and into each other then tore the door off Ms. Marvel’s cell as The Liquidator used his trademark acme safe drop and nine iron form to good effect sending no less then three alien underlings back to their god! No false advertising here! A second hostage we would soon learn was named calystra pleaded for our help and we hastily agreed to release her. She dissappeared without so much as a thank you. At which point with our primary objective acquired and all resistance dominated the Fearsome Five got the heck outta dodge!