Here is the round one story. It looks like the due date may have been pushed to Wednesday, but just in case I got it done before Monday. Fair warning, I had to split this into parts. Meet the team: Black Panther. It would be easier to list what the Black Panther isn’t. He isn’t stupid, as he is the 8th smartest person on Earth-616 with enough detective and prepping feats to make Batman cry. He isn’t weak, slow, or fragile in the least, having at least peak human stats in all of these and even more when boosted with tech. He isn’t ever without said tech, which includes everything from vibranium bodysuits to personal teleportation devices to anti-metal claws. Above all, he isn’t to be trifled with. Fills pretty much any role well, but will mainly serve as chief strategist. Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler is a teleporting mutant from Xaviers school, but more importantly, he is a devout Catholic. He can teleport miles in any direction (but more north and south than east and west), he can teleport through anything but is afraid of teleporting somewhere not in his line of sight or somewhere he hasn’t been before. He has many other minor superpowers but none as important as his sword fighting tail (it can lift his whole weight). He has medical training and is a master fencer. He will serve as our team’s utility/medic. Clayface. Second most deadly actor in the world (the first being John Wilkes Booth), Basil Karlo is a failed thespian, a somewhat successful serial killer, and a first-class mud monster. Complete with shapeshifting, incredible durability and strength, and barely-passable acting skills, this malleable man of mystery is the team’s close combat/infiltration expert. Deadshot. Deadshot is the world's greatest marksman (in DC) and has the shittiest life of any character. His main gear is two wrist mounted silenced guns, a sniper rifle, and his cybernetic eye that helps him aim. He does the job that is given to him and has only ever missed once (and it was Batman so there may or may not have been anti-aim spray involved). Falcon. Falcon is a man with a flight suit and a pet falcon named Redwing. He can see through the eyes of any bird and control them, but it is difficult over longer distances. He was trained in martial arts by Captain America and is marvel peak human. He is also a master acrobat and a master aerialist. He has a cable claw and a pistol as his equipment. He is the team’s recon/aerial assault/transportation. Don "Wardaddy" Collier with his M4 Sherman and tank Crew (Fury), which consists of Don and his team of war-hardened veterans: Boyd ¨Bible¨ Swan (Gunner), Grady ¨Coon-ass¨ Travis (Loader), Trini ¨Gordo¨ Garcia (Driver), and Norman ¨Machine¨ Ellison (Bow-Gunner). Although each of the five gets a pistol and a rifle, the main firepower the team of the Fury brings is in the form of two machine guns, on the front and top of the tank, and the 76mm main turret. The Fury acts as a mobile HQ/ranged artillery/reserve force. The Story Rio De Janeiro’s inhabitants were silent as the Imperial Army bore down upon the city. The Brazilian government had abandoned the city and mustered the Brazilian Armed Forces. Sadly, the full might of Brazil would arrive far too late to save the beautiful city. Wilhuff Tarkin surveyed his troops: 500 Stormtroopers, 10 AT-STs, and 20 BARC Speeders. “Gentlemen, I have no idea why we’re here, but our first order of business on this backward planet is to establish a temporary base, and then contact the Imperial Army and request reinforcements. Advance, and capture the city. Take no prisoners.” Immediately following Tarkin’s orders, a flash of light illuminated the plain in between Tarkin’s forces and Rio. As the spots faded from Tarkin’s vision, he noticed a new group of figures on the outskirts of the city in front of him… “We have to do what?” OKAY, ONE MORE TIME. YOU TEN HAVE BEEN CALLED HERE BY POWERS FAR BEYOND YOUR WILDEST COMPREHENSION TO SAVE THIS CITY FROM THAT ARMY. IS. THAT. CLEAR? Don “Wardaddy” Collier shook his head. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to explain a couple other things too. First, why am I even alive? Second, why is my team alive? Third, who the hell are you? And fourth-” “And fourth,” broke in Basil Karlo, “Who the hell are you people?” ALRIGHT. YOU AND YOUR TEAM, DON, ARE ALIVE BECAUSE. YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE. AND YOU CAN ALL INTRODUCE YOURSELVES BY YOURSELVES. I’M OUTTA HERE. The mysterious presence faded from Don’s mind. He shrugged. “Alright, suits me. If I get brought back to life to kill a couple more lousy bastards, so be it. I’ll go first. Hi, my name’s Don, and me and my team here fought in this little skirmish called World War 2. Almost made it out, but had to single handedly fight off an entire SS division. Norman got away though. Hey, Norman, forgot to ask. We win the war?” “Yessir. A couple months afterward, actually.” “Damnit. Would of loved to have seen that. Anyways, you people all have stories, and it looks like we’re on a clock, so get talking.” The mud monster across from Don laughed, an action that spattered globs of muck all over Don’s tank, Fury. Ignoring the obvious displeasure of the team of Fury, Clayface began his introduction. “Greetings. My name is Basil Karlo, although most people call me, quite accurately, Clayface. I’m strong, tough, and have more than a couple of tricks up my- well, that expression doesn't really work for me in this form, does it?” The group watched as Clayface shrunk down and became a perfect replica of Don. Deadshot snorted, unimpressed by Karlo’s shape-shifting. “Well, I’m Deadshot - don’t bother with an actual name for me- and I shoot things. I hit things. I don’t miss things. Give me a target, I’ll do the rest.” Nightcrawler stepped forward following Deadshot’s short speech. “Tough crowd, I see. Well, I’m Nightcrawler, and I can teleport. I know you by reputation, Falcon, why don’t you go next?” “Sure. Hi, I’m Sam Wilson, but you can call me Falcon. Um… I can fly and create empathic links with birds. Stop laughing! Why does everyone always find it funny I can control birds?” Don pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and nodded thoughtfully. “That is indeed a very good question you have there, Falcon. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop you there. You see,I have a better one: the voice in our heads said TEN people. I only see nine, counting the four of you and me and my crew. So where’s the tenth?” “Here.” Black Panther uncloaked in the middle of the group. “My name is T’Challa, but you will refer to me as Black Panther. And, unless there are any objections, this is exactly what we are going to do.” Don almost objected, but the looks on Nightcrawler and Falcon’s faces gave him pause. As Black Panther continued to explain his plan, Don slowly let a grin spread over his face. Panther guy seems to know his stuff. This should be fun…