Breadman
Big loaf supreme
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Rules:
1. Please, be nice. We're here to have fun.
2. No power or metagaming. You have a lot of freedom and slack, but ultimately rolls determine if things happen.
3. Out of Character (OOC) chat should be in double parentheses, ((so it will look like this when you post OOC)).
4. If you go inactive or drop, your character will be under my control (and may potentially die.) If you let me know you're going to be inactive for a while and can pick back up later, I'll look after your character till you return.
5. This is primarily a PvE game, but PvP can still potentially happen if its agreed upon by both parties and run by me.
6. As GM, I'm god and master of the multiverse, but a benevolent one. New rules can be implemented on the fly if needed.
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Players:
Damian0358 -Ted Coach
PixelSymphony -Val'sharra Nightshroud
Worthlessplebian - Heilwyn Gale
joshuadim -Slerk
K0mori -Sloan Idyllwild
Infab - Noël Lockhart
archur - Kher'as Sha'kari
TheRealAngeloftheStorm - Ying
FabulousTrash - Kiriko Okuda
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From the 'New Plumbers handbook'
"The multiverse is a complicated web that links to each other through various events, people or details. As such sometimes something will break. You are called in to fix it if the damage done not out of natural causes, but in event of tampering or outside incursion. You are essentially the first responders and the people who will have to get their hands dirty to ensure things are returned to normal."
In one of the High Rise apartments overlooking the Northern parks.
The alarm buzzer made its droning noise to wake Checkers from her sleep. The woman raised her head from the pillow she was enjoying to look at the annoying little device and slammed her hand on top of it. With a yawn she rose up and sat on her bed, tired eyes looking at the widow as it began to open up to reveal the Citadel's skyline. A built in feature programmed to help her wake up quicker. 'Damn Authority thought of everything. Has it really been 8 hours already?' Outside she could see the skyscrapers gleam and shine from the sun shinning from above. A near perfect picture of a futuristic city, complete with its own speeding flying cars. She got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As instructed, her apartment's personal assistant system booted up.
"3 new messages ready to be played. First one from- Moira."
"Hey Checkers, heard your last mission was a rough one, but Prax seemed happy with it. Betting you guys might be getting another favor from HQ again if he didn't looking so deadbeat tired. Speaking of, there's a new batch of recruits that have been coming in for the past few days and I've been seeing some of them marked as Delta. You guys already refilling your roster? Call me or drop by the Chop shop when you get a chance. Bye." Refilling the roster? What was she talking about?
"Second message from- Prax." She was bout to find out.
"Hey Anita! You're still asleep so I'll drop the good news on you while I'm out during some errands. Another batch from Delta had their worlds fixed and they're going home. Some already scattered, but a few are left to say their goodbyes. The insectoid even went to have a final goodbye with Santoro, can you believe that? The other good news is that HQ already has a line of recruits ready for us to meet. I'm on my way to the Helldiver to pick a couple of them up and Moira said she's been keeping an eye on a few of them and has been helping with mechanical adjustments. Meet us in HQ when you're ready." Checkers stepped out of the bathroom with a toothbrush still in her mouth, looking at the PA console in disbelief. Its been 3 days and he already has a team together? Goddamn workaholic.
"Third message from- Elaine" Oh no.
"Checkers, hi! You didn't check in for examination after your last mission. I know you wanted to rest, but you could still spare the few minutes to make sure you're didn't bring back anything or didn't suffer any serious injuries. Hey hey! Get down from there!- Sorry, that's one of your new recruits. He's a small slippery guy. Come by to pick him up and get yourself checked out before you make another jump, doctor's orders!" Checkers sighed. 'Great, now I have to make another stop.' After the last message played, the radio station continued to play rock music performed by an unknown artist from a distant timeline. She quickly put on her casual clothes-jeans, boots, a tube top and a black bomber jacket on top of it. Ready for another day as a Plumber.
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The Helldiver, Little Dis
Lucifaria, or Lucy for short, has been a long time partner to the Plumbers, with a history going back a long time. The Helldiver being her main way of making business in the world of demon, multiverse police and the occasional oddball that wonders through. Unfotnately for her, when the Pulmbers called for big favors it was always at the wrong time.
"Are you serious?" The demon woman behind the bar looked with annoyance towards Prax. "Of all the times you could possibly do this, you pick now? During the kegger week? Do you have any idea how tough things get during that time?"
"I thought kegger week was last month." He responded while sipping from his glass.The drink she had served him was stronger than anticipated, but still tasted good.
"Its every month. You'd know that if you bothered to come by for any other reason than asking favors from me." The proprietor of the Helldiver glared at him with even more annoyance.
"Lucy, I wouldn't be asking to borrow Val if it wasn't important."
"You're not even telling me why!" She slammed a palm on the counter, shaking the glasses. "At least inform me instead of leaving me in the dark. I'm running a business here, not just a gossip farm for you to peruse when dealing with a devil's waistling that's looking for a new couch to crash on."
"There's an irony to what you said there."
"Ours was planned." She crossed her arms.
"Fair enough." He raised his metal hand to signal he's not going to push that point further. "I can't tell you because its classified for now and well..." He looked around the bar to see its patrons. Despite its reputation and location in the enclave of non-malicious demons, the bar had mostly non-infernal clientele. They were mostly people from different parts of the multiverse who stumble in on accident or because they know the way in. Even so, there were a few characters that the bouncers let through from time to time that raise a lot of red flags. "Izzy isn't the only one with his ears to the ground." When he looked back he noticed that her glare wasn't getting any less hostile "Its just for a few jumps, thats it. I'll bring her back in one piece and she can tell you what the whole thing is about after."
"If..." She raised a finger to his nose "...so much as a chip falls off her horns, I'll have Jazz slam your head against the wall so hard that it forms a new hole in reality for your co-workers to use, got it?"
"Plumbers honor." He held his hand up. If there was one thing she could count on, was that Prax will keep to his word to the best of his abilities.
"Fine." Lucy looked over to her bartender "Val, can you come over?" That was one down, now for the other. While they were talking, the bar was playing host to a local community celebrity. Noël Lockhart has been a longtime visitor and a friend of Lucy's and something of a known figure to the Plumbers for reasons that would remain between them. Even if they had a good relationship, Prax was hesitant to just pull them aside. In a way he was a cop and they rarely got along with punks. A theme that seemed like its own constant.
"Hate to ask for another favor, but..." Prax tilted his head towards the demon playing the guitar on the bar's stage. "Can you call them over?"
"Noël doesn't work for me, Prax." She placed a hand on her hip. "I can't order them around even for you guys. There's limits."
"I just want to talk with them. I'll actually owe you one for this." He looked at his drink again then back. "And I'll reimburse you for the lost business."
"Fine, I'll send you the bill for the money I'll lose for this." Lucifaria raised her hand for Noël to see that the show is getting cut short, much to her and probably their own annoyance. "I'll think about the favor." She finally looked at him differently. Satisfied that she had one up on him for once. Frankly he prefered when she was angry.
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Moira's chop shop, near Plumber's HQ
In the building designated as Moira's chop shop, machines beeped and whirled to life as they were used by the occupants for their jobs. Besides Moira herself, there were at least twenty other souls each engaged with repairing, improving or inventing a new mechanical device that had come their way. The worker's pit, as it was called, was where the majority of the activity was done. Vehicles, robot chassis, contraptions of unknown origin all coming to life and laying dormant again as the work progressed.
Above them on a platform in her own 'office' Moira gathered and tinkered with those prioritized for Delta. A desk that only exists to keep parts, rolled up schematics and a pile od datapads. Machine parts either placed in specific spots so Moira could remember what was in that pile, sometimes also placed on the desk when it came their turn to be worked on. In her chaotic room, there were several others that would soon be joining the Plumbers as part of Delta.
Ted Coach was her longest, but proudest achievement. When the Plumbers dropped him off, she thought it was some type of joke. She had almost refused to even work on his project, but as soon as she exchanged a few words with the AI, she decided to build him a body he could put to good use. Long hours went into just picking out the right skeleton for what she had in mind. Couldn't be too tough or it would slow him down. Couldn't be too sleek as he wasnt built for smooth moves. Not yet at least. She had no comment on his sense of style purely out of politeness.
Helwyg was a tough case to crack on account of his armor. She didn't know if taking it off would kill him or not and wasn't in the business of finding out. Help came in the form of a new arrival from another universe entirely. Kher'Sa was a bio engineered ant-person with a knack for the mechanical parts. Shocking to many who haven't had to work with a diverse crowd before, but the chop shop's mechanics were quick to recognize a black thumb when they saw one. Moira enlisted her help in devising a good way to repair and upgrade Helwyg's armor without the need to take it off him or to put him in any harm while doing so. New armor platings, better fire suppresion internal deployment and a fresh tank of nitro-napalm from her home. Just what the doctor ordered. The process was far more pleasant than initially though as they seemed to get along well enough for now. How their future with Delta would pan out was another thing entirely.
Now Sloan was more straightforward. Their body was all mechanical and as Moira understood it, housed their consciousness. She was hesitant at first to accept working on a body like that as it could easily spiral and cause some severe damage if she went poking and prodding. However Sloan was kind enough to give Moira the blueprint for the body they were using. A rare gesture, but as she would find out, this body would be very important. The blackthumb analyzed the schematics and not only saw how things worked, but where they could be improved. In the following 'operation' Moira installed a new neuroprocessor, intra and extra net signal boosters to fit the Plumber's needs and a custom order vibro sword from Santoro's armory. Further upgrades would take time to come together, but the important parts of the design were covered.
"I think its going to be a good bit until Prax or Checkers show up still." Moira spoke as she wiped her hands clean with a rag. "How are you feeling about it? Plumber duty I mean?" She asked those gathered in her makeshift office. She could guess the answers, she's heard them before, but it helps break the tension.
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At Elaine's Medical Clinic, 34th Saint Hospital
"Elaine, I'm here!" Checkers knocked on the doctor's door.
"Come in." She hear from inside and the door slid open. Checkers walked inside the office and looked around. She noticed two other women inside helping her with...something. A quick look around revealed that something wasnt right. papers scattered everywhere, wet spots all over the floor, knocked over medical eqipment and the potted plant being on the floor with its pot shattered. Something had gotten loose in here.
"Did I come in at a bad time?"
"No no, we're just trying to corner him..." Elaine spoke as she walked calmly next to her desk. The woman with pink-ish hair was doing the same from the other side while the third one had her back turned to Checkers and waited in the middle. In just a few seconds a small creature darted from under the desk and ran under the doctor's legs while it made some bizarre gurgling sounds "GRAB HIM!" Checkers didn't question it, she slammed the door button behind her and the mechanized doors shut quickly. The plumber leaped from her spot and managed to get a hold on the thing as soon as she saw it. He was slippery, almost impossible to get a hold of, but she wouldn't let go. "In the tank, put him in the tank." Checkers looked around and noticed the open fish tank. While fighting to keep a hold of the small fish-man creature, she would put it inside its waters and close the lid.
"Is this our new recruit you mentioned?" Checkers asked while panting.
"Yes, he's a murglite!" Elaine answered with pride.
"A what?" She shook her head "Never mind, is he even of age?"
"Well no, but HQ wants him on your team."
"Why do they want a baby fish-man on our team?"
"Well...HQ thinks you and Prax are the most qualified for the job." The doctor rubbed the back of her neck as she gave the answer.
"What does that mean, most qua-" The realization quickly dawned on Checkers and she looked at the creature in the tank then back to Elaine "You want us to raise him? Are you insane?!"
"Given what we know about his biology and how he will grow, yes. You will effectively raise him into adulthood soon enough."
"You are insane..."
"I have my faculties in order thank you very much." Elaine adjusted her glasses "Lets change subjects, please. We've been very rude to the other two recruits." The doctor motioned to the other two women in the room with them. In all the commotion and shock, Checkers had nearly forgotten there were four people in the room. Well five if the baby in the tank counted. "These ladies are Ying and Kiriko. I'm happy to report that they're both in good health even after their ordeals. Ying comes from a reality that was ravaged, but before it could heal, the Outsiders took something key from it. Kiriko has a similar fate, but in reverse. The outsiders introduced advanced weapons too early into the timeline."
"I see." Checkers didn't usually let her emotions through visibly, but for those who's lives were destroyed by outsiders, she had nothing but sympathy. "I think I was reading the reports from both of your worlds, actually. No idea you were going to be assigned to us." The Plumber added "Ying, from what the team that discovered you said, you had a strong connection to a diety of some kind." She looked to the pink-haired woman, trying to recall the details correctly. She then looked to Kiriko "And as Elaine said, your timeline had gunpowder introduced earlier than it should have. They probably wanted something you were guarding." She was lost in thought for a few moments trying to figure out what they could be after as the report itself wasn't clear. "Sorry, me and Prax have an interest in the Outsiders." She reached out her hand to the both of them. "Welcome to Delta, ladies. You're Plumbers now. If you want to share anything, now's a good time."
Rules:
1. Please, be nice. We're here to have fun.
2. No power or metagaming. You have a lot of freedom and slack, but ultimately rolls determine if things happen.
3. Out of Character (OOC) chat should be in double parentheses, ((so it will look like this when you post OOC)).
4. If you go inactive or drop, your character will be under my control (and may potentially die.) If you let me know you're going to be inactive for a while and can pick back up later, I'll look after your character till you return.
5. This is primarily a PvE game, but PvP can still potentially happen if its agreed upon by both parties and run by me.
6. As GM, I'm god and master of the multiverse, but a benevolent one. New rules can be implemented on the fly if needed.
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Players:
Damian0358 -Ted Coach
PixelSymphony -Val'sharra Nightshroud
Worthlessplebian - Heilwyn Gale
joshuadim -Slerk
K0mori -Sloan Idyllwild
Infab - Noël Lockhart
archur - Kher'as Sha'kari
TheRealAngeloftheStorm - Ying
FabulousTrash - Kiriko Okuda
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From the 'New Plumbers handbook'
"The multiverse is a complicated web that links to each other through various events, people or details. As such sometimes something will break. You are called in to fix it if the damage done not out of natural causes, but in event of tampering or outside incursion. You are essentially the first responders and the people who will have to get their hands dirty to ensure things are returned to normal."
John Oliver: You've stated that you believe there could be an infinite number of parallel universes. Does that mean that there is a universe out there where I am smarter than you?
Stephen Hawking: Yes. And also a universe where you're funny.
In one of the High Rise apartments overlooking the Northern parks.
The alarm buzzer made its droning noise to wake Checkers from her sleep. The woman raised her head from the pillow she was enjoying to look at the annoying little device and slammed her hand on top of it. With a yawn she rose up and sat on her bed, tired eyes looking at the widow as it began to open up to reveal the Citadel's skyline. A built in feature programmed to help her wake up quicker. 'Damn Authority thought of everything. Has it really been 8 hours already?' Outside she could see the skyscrapers gleam and shine from the sun shinning from above. A near perfect picture of a futuristic city, complete with its own speeding flying cars. She got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As instructed, her apartment's personal assistant system booted up.
"3 new messages ready to be played. First one from- Moira."
"Hey Checkers, heard your last mission was a rough one, but Prax seemed happy with it. Betting you guys might be getting another favor from HQ again if he didn't looking so deadbeat tired. Speaking of, there's a new batch of recruits that have been coming in for the past few days and I've been seeing some of them marked as Delta. You guys already refilling your roster? Call me or drop by the Chop shop when you get a chance. Bye." Refilling the roster? What was she talking about?
"Second message from- Prax." She was bout to find out.
"Hey Anita! You're still asleep so I'll drop the good news on you while I'm out during some errands. Another batch from Delta had their worlds fixed and they're going home. Some already scattered, but a few are left to say their goodbyes. The insectoid even went to have a final goodbye with Santoro, can you believe that? The other good news is that HQ already has a line of recruits ready for us to meet. I'm on my way to the Helldiver to pick a couple of them up and Moira said she's been keeping an eye on a few of them and has been helping with mechanical adjustments. Meet us in HQ when you're ready." Checkers stepped out of the bathroom with a toothbrush still in her mouth, looking at the PA console in disbelief. Its been 3 days and he already has a team together? Goddamn workaholic.
"Third message from- Elaine" Oh no.
"Checkers, hi! You didn't check in for examination after your last mission. I know you wanted to rest, but you could still spare the few minutes to make sure you're didn't bring back anything or didn't suffer any serious injuries. Hey hey! Get down from there!- Sorry, that's one of your new recruits. He's a small slippery guy. Come by to pick him up and get yourself checked out before you make another jump, doctor's orders!" Checkers sighed. 'Great, now I have to make another stop.' After the last message played, the radio station continued to play rock music performed by an unknown artist from a distant timeline. She quickly put on her casual clothes-jeans, boots, a tube top and a black bomber jacket on top of it. Ready for another day as a Plumber.
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The Helldiver, Little Dis
Lucifaria, or Lucy for short, has been a long time partner to the Plumbers, with a history going back a long time. The Helldiver being her main way of making business in the world of demon, multiverse police and the occasional oddball that wonders through. Unfotnately for her, when the Pulmbers called for big favors it was always at the wrong time.
"Are you serious?" The demon woman behind the bar looked with annoyance towards Prax. "Of all the times you could possibly do this, you pick now? During the kegger week? Do you have any idea how tough things get during that time?"
"I thought kegger week was last month." He responded while sipping from his glass.The drink she had served him was stronger than anticipated, but still tasted good.
"Its every month. You'd know that if you bothered to come by for any other reason than asking favors from me." The proprietor of the Helldiver glared at him with even more annoyance.
"Lucy, I wouldn't be asking to borrow Val if it wasn't important."
"You're not even telling me why!" She slammed a palm on the counter, shaking the glasses. "At least inform me instead of leaving me in the dark. I'm running a business here, not just a gossip farm for you to peruse when dealing with a devil's waistling that's looking for a new couch to crash on."
"There's an irony to what you said there."
"Ours was planned." She crossed her arms.
"Fair enough." He raised his metal hand to signal he's not going to push that point further. "I can't tell you because its classified for now and well..." He looked around the bar to see its patrons. Despite its reputation and location in the enclave of non-malicious demons, the bar had mostly non-infernal clientele. They were mostly people from different parts of the multiverse who stumble in on accident or because they know the way in. Even so, there were a few characters that the bouncers let through from time to time that raise a lot of red flags. "Izzy isn't the only one with his ears to the ground." When he looked back he noticed that her glare wasn't getting any less hostile "Its just for a few jumps, thats it. I'll bring her back in one piece and she can tell you what the whole thing is about after."
"If..." She raised a finger to his nose "...so much as a chip falls off her horns, I'll have Jazz slam your head against the wall so hard that it forms a new hole in reality for your co-workers to use, got it?"
"Plumbers honor." He held his hand up. If there was one thing she could count on, was that Prax will keep to his word to the best of his abilities.
"Fine." Lucy looked over to her bartender "Val, can you come over?" That was one down, now for the other. While they were talking, the bar was playing host to a local community celebrity. Noël Lockhart has been a longtime visitor and a friend of Lucy's and something of a known figure to the Plumbers for reasons that would remain between them. Even if they had a good relationship, Prax was hesitant to just pull them aside. In a way he was a cop and they rarely got along with punks. A theme that seemed like its own constant.
"Hate to ask for another favor, but..." Prax tilted his head towards the demon playing the guitar on the bar's stage. "Can you call them over?"
"Noël doesn't work for me, Prax." She placed a hand on her hip. "I can't order them around even for you guys. There's limits."
"I just want to talk with them. I'll actually owe you one for this." He looked at his drink again then back. "And I'll reimburse you for the lost business."
"Fine, I'll send you the bill for the money I'll lose for this." Lucifaria raised her hand for Noël to see that the show is getting cut short, much to her and probably their own annoyance. "I'll think about the favor." She finally looked at him differently. Satisfied that she had one up on him for once. Frankly he prefered when she was angry.
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Moira's chop shop, near Plumber's HQ
In the building designated as Moira's chop shop, machines beeped and whirled to life as they were used by the occupants for their jobs. Besides Moira herself, there were at least twenty other souls each engaged with repairing, improving or inventing a new mechanical device that had come their way. The worker's pit, as it was called, was where the majority of the activity was done. Vehicles, robot chassis, contraptions of unknown origin all coming to life and laying dormant again as the work progressed.
Above them on a platform in her own 'office' Moira gathered and tinkered with those prioritized for Delta. A desk that only exists to keep parts, rolled up schematics and a pile od datapads. Machine parts either placed in specific spots so Moira could remember what was in that pile, sometimes also placed on the desk when it came their turn to be worked on. In her chaotic room, there were several others that would soon be joining the Plumbers as part of Delta.
Ted Coach was her longest, but proudest achievement. When the Plumbers dropped him off, she thought it was some type of joke. She had almost refused to even work on his project, but as soon as she exchanged a few words with the AI, she decided to build him a body he could put to good use. Long hours went into just picking out the right skeleton for what she had in mind. Couldn't be too tough or it would slow him down. Couldn't be too sleek as he wasnt built for smooth moves. Not yet at least. She had no comment on his sense of style purely out of politeness.
Helwyg was a tough case to crack on account of his armor. She didn't know if taking it off would kill him or not and wasn't in the business of finding out. Help came in the form of a new arrival from another universe entirely. Kher'Sa was a bio engineered ant-person with a knack for the mechanical parts. Shocking to many who haven't had to work with a diverse crowd before, but the chop shop's mechanics were quick to recognize a black thumb when they saw one. Moira enlisted her help in devising a good way to repair and upgrade Helwyg's armor without the need to take it off him or to put him in any harm while doing so. New armor platings, better fire suppresion internal deployment and a fresh tank of nitro-napalm from her home. Just what the doctor ordered. The process was far more pleasant than initially though as they seemed to get along well enough for now. How their future with Delta would pan out was another thing entirely.
Now Sloan was more straightforward. Their body was all mechanical and as Moira understood it, housed their consciousness. She was hesitant at first to accept working on a body like that as it could easily spiral and cause some severe damage if she went poking and prodding. However Sloan was kind enough to give Moira the blueprint for the body they were using. A rare gesture, but as she would find out, this body would be very important. The blackthumb analyzed the schematics and not only saw how things worked, but where they could be improved. In the following 'operation' Moira installed a new neuroprocessor, intra and extra net signal boosters to fit the Plumber's needs and a custom order vibro sword from Santoro's armory. Further upgrades would take time to come together, but the important parts of the design were covered.
"I think its going to be a good bit until Prax or Checkers show up still." Moira spoke as she wiped her hands clean with a rag. "How are you feeling about it? Plumber duty I mean?" She asked those gathered in her makeshift office. She could guess the answers, she's heard them before, but it helps break the tension.
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At Elaine's Medical Clinic, 34th Saint Hospital
"Elaine, I'm here!" Checkers knocked on the doctor's door.
"Come in." She hear from inside and the door slid open. Checkers walked inside the office and looked around. She noticed two other women inside helping her with...something. A quick look around revealed that something wasnt right. papers scattered everywhere, wet spots all over the floor, knocked over medical eqipment and the potted plant being on the floor with its pot shattered. Something had gotten loose in here.
"Did I come in at a bad time?"
"No no, we're just trying to corner him..." Elaine spoke as she walked calmly next to her desk. The woman with pink-ish hair was doing the same from the other side while the third one had her back turned to Checkers and waited in the middle. In just a few seconds a small creature darted from under the desk and ran under the doctor's legs while it made some bizarre gurgling sounds "GRAB HIM!" Checkers didn't question it, she slammed the door button behind her and the mechanized doors shut quickly. The plumber leaped from her spot and managed to get a hold on the thing as soon as she saw it. He was slippery, almost impossible to get a hold of, but she wouldn't let go. "In the tank, put him in the tank." Checkers looked around and noticed the open fish tank. While fighting to keep a hold of the small fish-man creature, she would put it inside its waters and close the lid.
"Is this our new recruit you mentioned?" Checkers asked while panting.
"Yes, he's a murglite!" Elaine answered with pride.
"A what?" She shook her head "Never mind, is he even of age?"
"Well no, but HQ wants him on your team."
"Why do they want a baby fish-man on our team?"
"Well...HQ thinks you and Prax are the most qualified for the job." The doctor rubbed the back of her neck as she gave the answer.
"What does that mean, most qua-" The realization quickly dawned on Checkers and she looked at the creature in the tank then back to Elaine "You want us to raise him? Are you insane?!"
"Given what we know about his biology and how he will grow, yes. You will effectively raise him into adulthood soon enough."
"You are insane..."
"I have my faculties in order thank you very much." Elaine adjusted her glasses "Lets change subjects, please. We've been very rude to the other two recruits." The doctor motioned to the other two women in the room with them. In all the commotion and shock, Checkers had nearly forgotten there were four people in the room. Well five if the baby in the tank counted. "These ladies are Ying and Kiriko. I'm happy to report that they're both in good health even after their ordeals. Ying comes from a reality that was ravaged, but before it could heal, the Outsiders took something key from it. Kiriko has a similar fate, but in reverse. The outsiders introduced advanced weapons too early into the timeline."
"I see." Checkers didn't usually let her emotions through visibly, but for those who's lives were destroyed by outsiders, she had nothing but sympathy. "I think I was reading the reports from both of your worlds, actually. No idea you were going to be assigned to us." The Plumber added "Ying, from what the team that discovered you said, you had a strong connection to a diety of some kind." She looked to the pink-haired woman, trying to recall the details correctly. She then looked to Kiriko "And as Elaine said, your timeline had gunpowder introduced earlier than it should have. They probably wanted something you were guarding." She was lost in thought for a few moments trying to figure out what they could be after as the report itself wasn't clear. "Sorry, me and Prax have an interest in the Outsiders." She reached out her hand to the both of them. "Welcome to Delta, ladies. You're Plumbers now. If you want to share anything, now's a good time."