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Post by 1st Lt. Daniel Ketch on Aug 27, 2013 20:27:40 GMT -5
(Not sure if Doom wants to be included in this so i added the option to jump in if you'd like!)
First Lieutenant Danny Ketch found himself catching some fresh air on the Triskelion's hellipad, although fresh air was a bit of an oxymoron as he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit up while taking a long hard drag. As the base was over the open water, Ketch's auburn hair and military uniform whipped in the breeze as he popped his collar up trying to protect the end of his cig. Fury had assigned Ketch to be the liaison overlooking the protection of two teenagers soon to join the ranks as scientific research assistants. He had little information on the two kids as all that really mattered was that they were two smart kids with nothing special going on outside of their brains and he was to make sure that two 'nerds' didn't get in the way of all the super powered heroes that make their way around the base.
As Danny enjoyed his solitude, he could hear the thumping of chopper blades as he looked up to see the SHIELD helicopter lowering altitude and coming down in the center of the hellipad being directed by SHIELD agents on the ground level as Ketch stood by calmly taking another drag from his butt. He had no clue if only one or two of the science kids were arrive in this chopper but he prepared for the boring day ahead of him as he quickly discarded the remaining cigarette to the ground and stomped it out and stood at attention as the chopper blades began to come to a halt await the arrival of whoever may come.
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Post by Reed Richards on Aug 27, 2013 21:10:31 GMT -5
Reed stepped off the SHIELD helicopter, he looked around the area. It was a bit overwhelming for him. He was expecting a.... science-type building. He knew he was working with a secret government thing, but he felt like he was walking right into the floating White House. Reed clutched his briefcase. In it he had all his papers, but also some things from his house, equipment, self made inventions.... action figures. Not really the type of thing he wanted anyone with a military background (which meant bully to Reed.) To get their hands on.
He looked up and saw a man put out his cigarette. He looked back to the pilot, and the pilot signaled him to go over to the man. He didn't have a good history with smokers, statistically, they were proven to be very reckless, a lower desire to take care of themselves, and others. He was surely not a scientist, his hands were covered in what looked like gun smoke residue and tobacco dust.
Reed approached the man, and could smell the polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons from so far away with the wind out. Reed let out a pathetic cough, and tried to clear his throat as quick as he could. He should be more used to smoke, as his father had blown it in his face at all available times. Reed cleared his throat. "Umm, excuse me sir... are you.. Um Mr. Kitch?... Catch? I'm not really very good with names. I'm Reed Richards, I'm here for the Think Tank Project. "
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Post by 1st Lt. Daniel Ketch on Aug 27, 2013 21:34:06 GMT -5
Ketch's weathered face didn't move a muscle as the kid made a first impression that most would laugh at, or be offended by. "It's Ketch kid, like ketchup. Nice to meet you Reed." He said with the with the forced pleasantry that is forced into the head of every life time military member as he held out his hand for a handshake, applying much harder force then the frail science kid in training. "Need any help with the briefcase?" He offered the help but would instantly think less of the kid if he actually accepted. Danny then looked over Reed's shoulder back to the chopper. "We expecting any others?" He asked squinting his eyes towards the chopper.
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Post by Reed Richards on Aug 28, 2013 9:29:23 GMT -5
"Oh Ketch, like a sailing craft with two masts, both rigged fore-and-aft: a mainmast and a shorter mizzen mast abaft the mainmast but forward of the rudder post!....." Reed paused as he realized his wording was probably a bit to.... smug for the military dude. "Or.... like the harbor in Nova Scotia..." Reed sunk into the collar on his lab coat.
Reeds hand was easily crushed by the larger man, but this was at least one thing being a nerd had helped him with over the years. It was not the first time he was the weaker one in a hand shake. Ben used to crush every bone in his body every time he saw Reed. Reed countered as best he could without seeming like he was inviting a challenge. "Pleasure sir." Reed threw out the normal sir, not because he was military, but because it's how his father raised him to address grown men.
Reed grabbed his briefcase tight and looked up at Dan. "NO!... Umm... I mean. It's ok, I have some pretty fragile stuff in here and I'm not going to assume you are the 'soft touch' kind of guy." Reed looked back to the chopper. "There were other people in there, but I'm the only kid. I heard of one other person who got invited to this... Victor I think his name was. But he got assigned to Tony Stark. An Agent... Coulson, I think, said something about 'balancing out the two super egos', whatever that meant. So I guess it's just me." Reed gave his best 'you're stuck with me' smile.
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Post by 1st Lt. Daniel Ketch on Aug 28, 2013 10:58:15 GMT -5
Danny raised an eyebrow looking down at the kid who obviously didn't have the best social skills but could pull out a whole lot of info in a short time. "Alright, well i'm your guide and security until we get you to Dr. Pym's lab and i'm sorry to say, it looks like you got the short straw if the other kid got to be Stark's assistant. I'm pretty sure Pym's just going to have you working on petri dishes day and night while Stark's probably making a new super robot or something." Ketch said half joking as he motioned for Reed to follow him as they made their way to one of the exterior entrances of the Triskelion as armed guards opened the doors for the two of them and a man in a classic suit and tie came out a professor's assistant lanyard over Reed's neck to give him credentials into some area's of the Triskelion.
"So, this Think Tank that you came from..." Danny started speaking not really paying much attention to Reed a few steps behind him as he walked his way through the lobby of the Triskelion. "What's the deal with that? You get all A's in school and the government starts paying you to look into space travel and flying cars and all that future tech stuff we hear about?" He asked as he placed his hand onto a fingerprint reader at the end of a hallway closed by a massive metallic sliding door which quickly flew up as a computerized voice welcomed Danny to the Triskelion's Research and Development wing.
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Post by Reed Richards on Sept 4, 2013 17:58:58 GMT -5
"Ha, robotics is such a small part of the world. It's been popular for what, 60 years? Genetics, chemistry, virology, mycology, parasitology, and bacteriology. they have been around for thousands, and we've still only cracked the surface of it's potential. Tony Stark is only changing today and maybe the next century, Hank Pym is out-doing God." Reed felt important when the guards moved aside for him. He nodded to one of them, like how he had seen important people like the President do it in the movies. He no doubt looked stupid.
Reed kept falling a few steps behind Danny, as he was able to see just a bit into each room. Since they were already past one level of security, some of the rooms were left open. But it was the doors that were still shut that had Reed's interest. He would totally shut the door to his lab. It's where all the important stuff was.
Reed was lost in thought, as Danny pulled him back in with a question. "I don't know. I graduated in middle school, before they started giving grades. I'm only 17 now. But I guess they just go around, trying to find weirdos like myself that have too much brain for their young bodies to handle. I was contacted by an Agent Coulson... whoever that is, and then a Dr. Storm came to my house. His daughter is... hot... But I'm sure I'm a liability to the outside world. For every brain cell I have that fires at a higher rate, I have another that can't tell me how to talk to a girl."
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Post by 1st Lt. Daniel Ketch on Sept 5, 2013 9:39:39 GMT -5
"Hmph." Ketch cracked a half smile as the kid talked about how he isn't able to talk to girls. Reed seemed like a good kid, he just had too much bouncing around in his brain at any given time which made him come off a bit awkward in the socialization department.
Danny and Reed made a few turns and walked their way to the very end of one of the halls which had Dr. Henry Pym & Dr. Janet Pym labelled on the door. "Here we are kid." Danny said as he scanned his clearance card at the doors locking terminal which allowed for the locking mechanism to open the door. "I'll leave the introductions to you. Good luck." He said as he stepped to the side, opening the door for Reed to walk in.
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Post by Reed Richards on Sept 11, 2013 11:02:20 GMT -5
Reed was more than a bit floored when he saw the working conditions Hank Pym had. It really was like a dream. The items he had were made by a group of people and clearly professional grade. Reed had to make everything he could, out of household products and things you could buy at a grocery store. He was part jealous for what Dr. Pym had, but also he ego went a bit unchecked when he realized the resources Pym had, and was still only using items that were on the same level as Reeds home made crafts.
He looked around the room, waiting for either one of the Pym's to show themselves. He picked up a few of the items, and inspected them. They all had the SHIELD logo on them in some fashion. This was the worst part about Reed's contract, was the fact that everything he created in this lab, he had no control over afterwards. If he created a shield to protect astronauts in space, SHIELD could sell it to the army to use in Iraq.
Reed heard a subtle noise, as he accidentally dropped something on the ground. "Umm, hello?" Dr. Pym?"
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Post by 1st Lt. Daniel Ketch on Sept 12, 2013 8:25:21 GMT -5
"Watch out!" A tired voice called out as the piece of machinery which should have smashed onto the ground was caught by a few hundred ants now surrounding Reed's feet. The ants quickly made a moving assembly line up the table's leg and placed the piece of machinery back onto the table as they then scurried away into the cracks of the walls and floor as Dr. Hank Pym walked out from one of the back offices, he was wearing a wrinkled brown button up shirt which was unbuttoned showing a white teeshirt underneath and blue jeans with a large silver metal helmet reminiscent of an ants head. Hank reached up and removed the helmet placing it under his left arm, revealing large bags under his eyes and a five o' clock shadow and tattered hair as he let out a yawn and stepped towards Reed. "You must be my assistant from the Think Tank over at the Baxter Building?" He asked as he held out his hand to greet Reed.
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