MARVEL
SINGULARITY

It was known as “the Event.” Cataloged by the military as “34c-236 Alpha Case Designate: MELTDOWN”.

On January 12th, 2001, in Miami Florida, a force exploded with the destructive power of a thermo-nuclear bomb. Miami was leveled and the surrounding area was flattened. Hundreds upon thousands of people died in the blast and much of the lower coast of Florida was now barren real-estate being taken by the sea.

The country was in panic. Who could have leveled the lower part of Florida so effectively. The FBI, CIA, and every Homeland security institution was searching for answers. What they found, wasn't pretty. Using surveillance satellites, the cause of the explosion wasn't a regular bomb. It was a living bomb. Satellite images showed that a young man was the source of the explosion.

Anti-Mutant, or rather, Anti-superpower, sentiment skyrocketed. Regular people, the majority, were afraid, and scared. So was the government. Up till this point, many Mutants or so-called Super Heroes had been vigilantes working to help the common man. But, the “Event” changed all that.

Some super powered beings were killed, run out of town, or went underground. The National Guard was called in on numerous accounts to try and quell the fighting, but usually making things more difficult, and bloody. The government called for a strict registration on any individual with any kind of natural, scientific, or supernatural enhancement or power so that they could be monitored.

Not everyone agreed with this.

Tensions rose, until in 2003, a number of powered beings charged in and took out Washington D.C., claiming it theirs and effectively issuing a war against the United States of America. The military was mobilized. With the military easily held off, the President asked for the help to end the situation.

The results, shocked everyone.

The assailants were more organized than the saviors, acting as effective guerrillas and the “heroes” nothing more than show-boaters. The heroes were beaten, many killed, and the survivors went into hiding.

Victorious, the assailants, took more territory, forcing the U.S. Government to relocate to Norad. States east of the Rockies and below the 40th Latitude were divided into territories, controlled by various hierarchies. What remains is the rest of the United States is controlled by the federal government.

However things are different. The government itself is taking an interest in “protecting” its citizens and taking precautions to avoid a repeat of the “Event.” As a precaution, a school was established where Mutants and other “gifted” children and adolescents go. They not only go for an education, but also to harness their power so that they do not lose control.

This school, is stationed in the Washington countryside. It is the first one built and funded by the government, and eats up a considerable amount of the budget. The most important reason this school is allowed to exist, is because of the headmistress herself.

So now, over 8 years after the “Event” the school is still getting it's footing. The walls have been cleared for a new class of students, and the senior students still have much to learn. They are taught not only education, but also combat and control. There are plans for these students, different factions in the United States Government and their views how to deal with the “threat” super powered beings pose to national security.

The students are monitored, tutored, and the school is prone to government inspection by the higher-ups. But what the students must remember, is who they are, and what they can accomplish.

There is more to the world, than just a Singularity.

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Isiu Academy for Gifted Youths: The name of the school. It is a large complex, about as big as a community college. There are dorms split for male and female residence, both connecting to the main school. There are long hallways, basic recreation equipment, and the usual school studies. Teachers are past students, or some that have volunteered to help coach the next generation of gifted people. Many dorms have two students per room, but on a few occasions can a single room be available.

Teacher Roster: There are currently 6 Teachers at the school, each teaching differing subjects to the best of their abilities. Some are survivors of the attack on D.C., others are interested in teaching the next generation, and others just enjoy a steady paycheck, even if it is taxpayer money.

Tina Tourmaline
Status: Headmistress, Teacher
Classes: Sociology, Social Studies, Basic Combat, Overseer of Danger Room exercises
Other: Reason for the school's existence. Ability to nullify mutant powers has persuaded the higher-ups to allow the construction and funding of the school.

Sigil-038
Status: Teacher, Librarian
Classes: Computers, Gym
Other: Quiet, reserved. Do not piss her off.

Mary Elizabeth “Titan”
Status: Teacher
Classes: Combat Tactics, Advanced Combat, Survival (Urban and Rural), Parkour.
Other: One of the first teachers that approached Tina about the school. Big thing in a small package.

Brittany Chance “Chance”
Status: Teacher, Counselor
Classes: Psychology, Defense, Stress Management and Counseling
Other: “Chance” encounter.

Chloe Reynolds “Blueprint “
Status: Teacher
Classes: Biology/Physics/Natural Sciences. Power awareness and function (Basic to Advanced)
Other: Trying to cheat in her classes? Don't even try.

Dracothraxus
Status: Teacher, Assistant Counselor
Classes: History, Magic (Basic to Advanced), Demonology
Other: “Ancient and full of death” is not how you'd describe him.

Dr Dietrich Lawler “Gargoyle “
Status: Teacher
Classes: English, Art, Drama, Computer Science, Danger Room Trainer
Other: Skin of stone, heart of gold.

Student Roster: 14

Steven Wiles AKA Demon (Mew Master)
Lawrence Fisher AKA Pluto (Heald)
Dana Serenity Williams AKA Shadow Caller (Dominus)
Kaleo "Izzy" AKA Scream (Crystal Tears)
Gavin Wynder (Ultimate Charizard)
Daylight (Asylinne)
Derek Lester AKA Black Out (DarkestLight)
Nathaniel Grey AKA The Arc (Weasel Overlord)
Sara AKA Thalass (Samchu)
Kalan Toraegar AKA Coldsnap (Crazy Elf Boy)
June Lee AKARuffles (River)
Valen Ethan AKA Tracer (Mew Master)
Reserved (Houndoom_Lover)
Reserved (Crystal Tears)

You will all be playing as Students (Ages 8-17) attending this academy. You can be Mutants, intelects, or just some that underwent a chance encounter that changed your fate (i.e. Spiderman, ect).

Let's get started.

MARVEL
SINGULARITY
Issue One: Enrollment

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The doctors walked down the long hallway. The doors they passed each opened to a padded cell with restrained inmates. Their moans, shouts, and other noises sifted into the corridor like whispers on the wind.

This wing of the asylum was restricted for the most extreme cases of mental disturbia. With the inmates dressed in straight jackets and placed inside padded walls. It was disheartening for the doctors that worked here to pass through this wing on their rounds. The inmates refused any medicine, sometimes even food in the fits of their imbalance.

Walking up to one door in the middle of the hallway, one of the doctors looked in on the padded cell of Dwane Rigash.

The cell was quiet, covered in a worn collection of padding. It had been repaired since the last inmate had managed to escape, somehow he had transformed into a nine headed hydra made of fire and damaged much of the complex before being subdued and sent elsewhere. Scorch marks were still on the padding.

In the corner is where Rigash sat. His body curled over with his knees close to his chest. The straight jacket nearly gone in his curled state. Light grey pants stopped at his ankles, and showed his bare feet, the undersides darkened from walking barefoot. Dirty blonde hair was laying down on his forehead, with a few wild strands going in random directions. His hair was long, and hadn't been cut in several years. Dwane wasn't moving.

“Any progress?”

“None. Condition is the same. Sits there, curled up, staring through his hair. Hasn't said a word in the last seven years.”

“A shame,” the other doctor replied. “We were so close to making a breakthrough too.”

After jotting down some notes on a clip board,the two doctors continue to walk down the hallway, looking in on the patients and leaving Rigash.

Rigash sat there, motionless, unable to move. There was a smile on his face as he seemed to stare at nothingness. His eyes watching something that the doctors couldn't see, nor, even imagine. He watched with an entertained glee as a small light sparkled behind his eyes.

* * *

“What's their progress?” A woman stood, watching computer screens that only illuminated part of her. She was wearing a dark business suit, her thumb and forefinger around her chin. Thoughtful, she watched with anticipation. Years of planning and preparation, months of tiring work and effort were being combined into this one instant.

“Red Team is at 14%. Blue Team is having trouble at 9%. Yellow Team is at 19%.” A young woman sat at the controls, her fingers rapidly taping away, faster than a human eye could track. “Injuries are at a minimum. Scans indicate distress within Yellow Team.”

“No readings yet on mental imbalance and effects on powers.” At another computer screen sat a large man, hunching over. Claws clicked on the touchscreen as holographic screens showed views of the different teams and their general situations.

Another woman sat watching the monitors, her mind working over the situation. “Blue Team is pinned down by heavy fire in Section 2. Red team has infiltrated Section 3. Yellow is almost through Section 4.”

“I hope, for your sake Miss Tourmaline,” said another individual, standing farther from the screens and overseeing the operation. “That your students survive this. If they don't it will cost your reputation.”

Tina Tourmaline didn't budge from her stance, watching the screens and her students from the past semester. Some were brand new to the Academy this year, uncertain, confused, and dangerous. This was a challenge for them. A challenge they had to win, for the sake of their own future.

* * *

Red Team

A large reptilian fist slammed into a cannon, smashing the machinery and causing it to spark. Krox pulled his fist back from the mangled wreckage, holding the wiring in his hands. “Three down,” the reptile commented.

“More incoming!” Shadow Caller announced as pannels in the sides of the walls opened and laser cannons on the end of metal tentacles slithered out and aimed at the group.

“Cover your ears!” Scream shouted as he turned up the volume on his iPod, sending intense sound waves towards the laser cannons. Glass shattered and some of the cannons short circuited, but not nearly enough as they started firing at them. Everyone ducked behind some obstacles placed in their path. “Okay, I'm spent!” he shouted over the sound of laser fire and scorch marks.

“Daylight,” Shadow yelled at the senior member. “You charged up?”

“Yeah.”

“Blind em!”

“Got it!” she replied as everyone covered their eyes. Daylight charged a baseball sized sphere in her hand before she stood and tossed it at the cannons. A bright flash of light illuminated the area, frying some of the circuits that had been damaged by Scream's sound attack. This didn't disable them however, it just made them fire randomly.

“Great move light-bright,” Scream muttered.

“I got the rest,” Shadow Caller said as she gained a darkened aura.

One of the cannons froze in place, still firing. It turned and rotated, and fired at each of the remaining cannons before it was ripped off of the tentacle. As the team advanced, Krox smashed it with his foot.

* * *

Blue Team

Laser fire scorched the area above Demon's head as the Saurian quickly ducked behind the corner where he and his team were pinned down. Bolts of energy hit the wall where his head had been as well as the wall at the end of their hall.

“Come ooooon,” Black Out whined. “Let's goooo. This is boring!”

Demon snarled under his breath. He was fighting too much with his instincts, and being in charge of Pluto, Black Out, and Thalass wasn't helping matters. “I don't know what to do...” he muttered.

“Oh for crying out loud,” Pluto said, throwing his hands up. “The leader doesn't know what to do. Great. We're toast.” Of course Pluto's attitude wasn't helping things either.

Demon thought for a second before he turned towards Thalass. “I relinquish my command, you're in charge Thal.”

The girl looked at the Saurian for a tense moment as her mind worked around the proposed solution. “What?! Why me?”

“You really want to follow Mr. Hyper or the planet with the attitude?”

“Hey!” Pluto shouted, his blood boiling. “I don't need this crap from an over-grown lizard!”

“Oh shut it!” Demon replied, roaring.

“Guys... are we done yet?” Black Out asked.

Thalass thought for a minute, as the robots shooting the lasers were walking closer with every second. “Shadow,” she said quietly, getting the other's attention.

The robots walking down the hallway were five strong, each shooting in alternating waves of laser fire. Darkness started to slither around the corner where their enemy was hiding and moved towards them. They continued to fire, their fire disappearing as soon as it entered the darkness. Confused, their programing had never calculated for this as they stopped. The darkness continued to gather towards them until a raging Saurian, black as night burst out, its clawed hand ripping through the torso of one before slamming the decimated robot into its partner.

Three other robots past Demon raised their arms and locked onto the Saurian with their cannons. But, their circuitry started to malfunction as all three were condensed by a massively increased gravity into a clump of ragged metal and sparks.

Pluto walked out of the darkness as it started to recede back towards Black Out, who giggled with pride, and Thalass walked behind, silent as her mind raced with options.

“Do I always have to save your scaly ass?” Pluto smirked as he walked by. Demon snorted.

“We have to continue,” Thalass reminded, and the team moved on.

* * *

Yellow Team

“Guys,” Tracer gasped as he tried to keep up. “Slow down!”

The leader, Arc, turned back to the gasping youth. “Keep up small-fry!”

“Easy for you to say, Bigfoot!” Tracer shouted back, winded.

The group was on edge, for reasons no one was fully aware of. Arc thought that it was his commanding of a group of mostly new students who were unsure of themselves. Tracer thought it was his limited physical abilities. Coldsnap was just as un-nerved. Only Ruffles knew why, and she was trying her hardest to maintain a cheery attitude without the self-conscious fear and uncertainty creep in.

It wasn't working, and the entire team was on edge.

They reached a door labeled 'Section 4' and Arc opened it. The door reviled a large room, with four cubes resting there. At the other end was another door with the words 'Section 5.” Walking in, the team felt their unease growing.

“No traps, no laser fire, no robots, no guards?” Tracer commented. “They've got to be hiding something.”

“Like a trap door,” Coldsnap replied.

“Yeah, or a crushing wall, or..”

“Keep talking and the walls will get us. They're probably listening to us so don't give them any ideas.” Arc rolled his shoulders and kept walking until the team was about in the middle of the room, between all four boxes resting on the ground.

A slight mechanical whir and a long mechanical vine slithered out, before wrapping around Ruffles and lifting her up. Her fear spread to the others as she was lifted up and restrained.

“Damnit!” Arc shouted as he drew his gun, but not before another vine from another boxe wrapped around his leg and lifted him up like a snare trap.

Coldsnap spun around, starting to freeze the metal around Ruffle's waist so that it would break and let her go. Tracer ducked behind the other box, trying to think of the situation, and look for the vine's control box through his data pad.

Ruffle's emotions were seeping into her team mates. Fear and shock were starting to eat their way to the forefront of their minds. This panic attack made Coldsnap careless as a fine wrapped around one arm, and then the other, stopping him from directing his blasts. Tracer was still hidden. Trying to find the control box for the vines.

“Any time now Tracer!” Arc shouted as he shot two bullets into the fine, only to ricochet off.

“Working on it,” the youngster shouted back, panic in his voice. He started scanning the system, looking for a way to tap into the boxes, but his signal wasn't getting through. While not being able to hack the entire system, he did find the control box. It was in the room itself, now he had to find it. Checking the schematic, he figured out which boxes were which on the schematic and where the box was. It was closer to the door and through the waving arms of mechanical vines. “Crap.”

Tracer scrambled up and broke into a dead sprint, although for anyone watching it wasn't that fast, but still faster than the youngster was able to run on a good day. His lungs pumped as he made it halfway to the box, but was tripped as a vine wrapped around his legs and he hit the ground.

“The box... is over there..WHOA” he yelled as the vine pulled him back and lifted him in the air.

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Okay, confused? Let me explain.

This is starting off like a comic. The characters are being shown right in the thick of it to start. You guessed it, a Danger Room Run as a Final Examination. Everyone has been split into teams chosen by the Headmistress each with a Leader indicated with a (*) in the Team Line up. At the end of this Session (or Issue) we'll start with the beginning of the Semester, where everyone meets each other for the first time and then play to the end of the Semester and beyond. Everyone has their “costumes” on for this examination.

Team Line-up:

Red Team:

Gavin
Shadow Caller (*)
Kaleo
Daylight

Blue Team:

Demon (originally picked, relinquished command to Thalass)
Pluto
Black Out
Thalass (*)

Yellow Team:

Tracer
Ruffles
Arc (*)
Coldsnap

So. Everyone post a bit with your character in this Danger Room Simulation. Use traps, puzzles, you and your team-mates abilities, and use your imagination. This test is to see how well you can work in a unit as well as use each other for backup. Once we have a good pace going, I'll let you know when the Issue Ends and the Next Issue (with the flash-backs) begins.

Have a blast guys.