The Stormloader sliced across the sky above the waters of the Atlantic, headed on it's way to the Antarctic. Following closely behind were the EPS' massive transport carrier, loaded with various metas, and the nuclear submarine Korystnyj. They were soon joined in formation by the discs launched from the Nibiru, headquarters of the UN sanctioned Strikeforce.
Larry Lance sat in awe at the massive force gathered around him and his once teammates. For the first time he could remember, norms and metas were gathered together to battle a common, unifying enemy. If only they could see this. He thought to himself.
"Grimm. Wulf. You guys aren't going to put on your chutes?" Phil asked, holding out a pair of parachutes to the two Vanguardians in question. Grimm and Wulf looked at each other and then back at Phil as Blackwulf chuckled loudly and said, "Comrade, who is needing parachute?"
"Michael, you ok?" Tayden asked the man who hosted the being called Vengeance. "Yeah, I'm ok. Your empathi-whatsis or whatever it's called is still keeping Vengeance in check." Ringo smiled at the angel.
"Well, when we reach the Antarctic, I'm going to have to let him go. Orders, you understand." The angel replied a little nervously.
"It's cool, man." Ringo hummed a little tune to himself. "What is that? Kinda catchy." Tayden asked. "Paranoid. The truth in metal begins with Black Sabbath, my friend." Ringo started tapping out the beat on his legs as Tayden merely shook his head.
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Naecken's Fortress
Saros approached his master with some trepidation. "My lord, the T5 robots have picked up an incoming radio signal. There is a veritable army of metahumans approaching our fortress."
"Excellent!" The demon lord howled with laughter. "The metas come to acknowledge me as their master!"
"Actually," Saros nervously began, sweat dripping down his cheek, despite the cold. "They're asking for us to surrender."
"WHAAAAATTTTT??!!!"
