"I want to make Iron Man look like an antique"

Closed rp account for Justin Hammer

[hotbloodedceo]

Heartless

[meangreensmashingmachine]

justinhammertime:

Compared to Aldrich breezing past, Justin was a total mess. As soon as the call had come out, he’d sprinted as quickly as possible to get to the medical wing, grabbing as much of his prosthetic equipment as possible, even his drones grabbing supplies and stomping along behind him as the dishevelled and confused ceo ran up. “Ok, so I don’t have any medical training, but if someone’s been hurt can any of these things help?” he panted, gesturing to the artificial heart, the prosthetic limbs, the advanced robotics he’d been developing as an offshoot of his drones, his eyes looking towards Banner, “If there’s anything that needs to be customised, let me know and I’ll craft it ASAP. Please, I can help!”

Bruce shook his head as Aldrich walked away, the respect he’d once held for the other scientist now gone for good. What kind of man abandoned a helpless person to die? Basically condemned them to death? Bruce had half a mind to go after the man and talk some sense into him, but first he had to take care of the dying patient in front of him.

Bruce nodded a quick affirmative to the other man before grabbing the tech from his hand to inspect it quickly. It was a good piece, sturdy and advanced, but Bruce wasn’t sure it would be enough to hold him together long. He handed the limb back. “I think this could work as a temporary solution, but he’s really busted up in there–I can tell just from a glance. I don’t think it will be enough in the long run. Do you think you could engineer something a bit more permanent?” Bruce asked the last part a little hesitantly. He was racking his brain trying to remember the scientists name, or credentials, but his  mind had gone blank. Hopefully the other man was capable of building such an complex design. 

“I know for a fact he’s going to need a jaw, an arm, and possibly a leg if we don’t get the bleeding stopped soon.” Bruce said, motioning John Corben’s propped up legs. “He needs some serious internal mechanics. Think Weapon X design, but less torture.” He finished as they wheeled John towards the medical bay. He pointed to a medical assistant in a lab coat and gloves. “Make me a list of all his injuries. I need to know exactly what’s going on with him, now. The faster we get this done, the more of his body survives.”

[justinhammertime]

Justin's eyes widened at the list, and he visibly had to stop himself from gagging. His mind ran though everything he had, then quickly he grabbed a case from one of the drones. "This!!" Was all he could blurt out, as he passed it to Bruce. It was an AbioCor artificial heart, a full replacement model, but even through the plastic of the casing, it was clear it wasn't entirely finished, lacking a power supply. "If he needs a heart, this is a stable, improved model! I swear, I stripped out everything and replaced it with the highest quality materials! But I.... I couldn't find a power source that'd last. You'll need to connect it to an external power source, like a....." he swallowed, awkwardly, "...like a generator or a power outlet or something, but I swear, if any of this can help, use it!" he looked towards one of the empty rooms, gesturing towards his drones who started marching down the other corridor, back the way they came, "I'm setting up shop in here, send me measurements for anything vital he needs! Arms aren't vital, though...." Justin glanced to one of the cases, his eyes narrowing slightly, "...I might have that solved in some way. Just get the patient stabilised!" He said desperately. The medical report for John was in, and passed to Banner; serious damage to the walls of his heart and weakening of the veins, plus a rupturing of the pericardium. Several broken ribs, bullets still lodged in his chest and lower left arm- chance of saving that limb with the amount of muscle and nerve damage extremely low in the 0.0%s- right eye's cornea and the lens severely damaged, and the eyeball is ruptured. Skull in tact around the jaw area, upper teeth ok aside from two fillings missing from the force of the shot that hit him, trachea still in tact, tongue showing slight signs of burn damage from the bullet but extremely serious lower face reconstruction to be done when stabilised. 

[hotbloodedceo]

Heartless

[meangreensmashingmachine]

hotbloodedceo:

Aldrich was about to reply when a sight passed him that made his eyes widen slightly. The sight of what HAD been Johnny Corben, or at least what was still left being wheeled past on a gurney, wires, cables and tubes all connected to him and blood soaked bandages. One thing was very clear- amongst the damage, it was obvious Johnny was missing an arm, some fingers, and rather grimly, his jaw. A member of the medical staff approached them, glancing between the scientists as several other students approached, “There was an…. incident. Johnathan Corben’s been shot.” Johnny Corben, Aldrich noted quietly, with a small, inward smirk. “We need students who have the medical expertise to help him. We’re low on equipment and facilities thanks to the plants taking over the campus, but we’re unable to stabilise him due to extensive medical trauma to his chest.” The staff member looked between them again, “Is there anyone here who can help?”

Aldrich remained quiet, glancing calmly over to Bruce.

Bruce drew in a sharp breath at the horror in front of them. If that had been student, a person, it certainly wasn’t anymore. He had never heard of anyone surviving trauma like this before in his life. He turned away from the gruesome image to answer the staff member. 

“I have degrees in Biochem and biomechanics. I can to help.” he answered quickly. Bruce looked over at the scientist next to him, wondering what he would be able to contribute. He waited for the other man to finish listing his credentials, and launched into a list of things they needed to start doing for John.

“He’s lost so much blood. We need to get his legs elevated so all the blood left goes to his vital organs and brain. He can lose the legs, but as soon as his brain starts to go we’ve lost him. Got that?” He confirmed with the med staff. Somehow, the intense situation was making him calmer and more self-assured. 

[hotbloodedceo]

“I’m out.” The words rang from Aldrich’s lips, calm as could be as he started to turn to leave. “But… he… he could die. Your biochemistry could help him to live,” one of the medical staff started, “Your Extremis…” Aldrich paused, his hands in the pockets of his suit as he turned back, to look at Bruce, and the staff, “My Extremis is my creation. It is unstable, and can be highly dangerous if injected into a volatile person like him. I’ve seen him on campus, he’s dangerous, and I see no reason to help him.” The medical staff looked in shock, “Mr Killian, please…” Aldrich sighed, and looked back to Bruce, “Do your best, Banner. Do everything you can to save your patient, because it will be without the help of me, and my work. I refuse to help that corpse in there, it’s of no benefit to me, to my work, and as it’s within MY say whether to administer it or not, I say no.” And with that, calm as could be, Aldrich Killian, the one so many had thought the sweet, kind, helpful scientist with a smile on his lips, walked away to leave a man to die.

[justinhammertime]

Compared to Aldrich breezing past, Justin was a total mess. As soon as the call had come out, he'd sprinted as quickly as possible to get to the medical wing, grabbing as much of his prosthetic equipment as possible, even his drones grabbing supplies and stomping along behind him as the dishevelled and confused ceo ran up. "Ok, so I don't have any medical training, but if someone's been hurt can any of these things help?" he panted, gesturing to the artificial heart, the prosthetic limbs, the advanced robotics he'd been developing as an offshoot of his drones, his eyes looking towards Banner, "If there's anything that needs to be customised, let me know and I'll craft it ASAP. Please, I can help!"

[justinhammertime]

Justin casually flipped a card towards Billy, the words ‘Justin Hammer, Hammer Industries CEO’ printed in simple, professional font with the Hammer Industries log upon it, “Well…. our main business IS weapons. I have government contracts I have to supply for. Originally I created these guys FOR them, but…..” he paused, looking thoughtfully at the drones, “…..I kinda realised I didn’t want them in the wrong hands. So, I keep them. They’re armed with rubber bullets, glue grenades, beanbag rounds for suppressing. I was thinking of creating a model with flamethrowers and buzzsaws to deal with these plants…” He smiled, a little sadly, then looked to Billy, “Plus I provide ammo, gear and weaponry for those in Agent training, in exchange for a little leniency with my drones.”

[badideaone-blog]

Clint sat on his mark and started running. He didn’t put all his effort on the start, instead he gave a little bust and then tried to keep his pace, fast, but steady. If he was going to competed against machines, he needed to make sure we would not just get tired too fast.

He looked back haply seeing that he was not the last one, but he still had many drones in front of him, as he came closer to the finishing line, he started running faster. He was able to pass through two or three of them, but still he was not the first to finish the race.

He dropped his body on the floor, tired, catching his breath.

“Shit! Those hard training days had to pay off somehow.”

[justinhammertime]

Justin beamed, watching as the drones behind Clint actually and actively swerved to avoid him, all eventually assembling as a unit stood awaiting orders. Chuckling, the Hammer Industries CEO strolled up to Clint, casually passing him a few notes- $100, as promised- before he gazed towards the drones, "active response and avoidance, awareness of surroundings and speed, prioritising flesh bodies over their own...." he sighed, turning to look back to Clint, "how're you doing, you ok? Seem a little exhausted, hey thanks for the test by the way, you want coffee, tea, orange juice, vodka? I've got coffee, I have expressos actually"

[ladieslovethepointedears]

Not it.

[justinhammertime]

“Uh uh. I saw it. It was you. Buy my silence. I prefer sweets.”

[ladieslovethepointedears]

Beast Boy’s eyes squinted like from the old cowboy movies. It was a standoff. Only for a moment could he be serious. “I got Twizzlers…” He only gave a short laugh. “So, what’cha say, bro. We got a deal?”

[justinhammertime]

"I say if we had twinkies I'd be silent under torture, but for now, ok," Justin cackled softly, a short burst of laughter as he gestured towards the other, "So what the heck happened that means you need to bribe me with candy?"

[justinhammertime]

“Right here,” he pointed to the ground, “ Hold on. Drones, it’s Hammer Time!”

Soon after Justin said this, the sounds of multiple jets firing could be heard, boosting the remaining drones into the air as 29 additional drones slammed into the ground next to Justin, all surrounding Clint as they raised to their full heights, looking down to the archer quietly. “Just let me know when you’re ready! I’ll line them up!” Justin chirruped as the drones started to move into place, like racers readying for a marathon.

[badideaone-blog]

Clint looked at the drones, jaw dropped. Those were pretty cool technology. It made him think twice on the offer, but if the guy had those things, he would have some serious arrows too. He stood up and starched his legs them shook his head.

“Okay, ready?”

[justinhammertime]

"Go!" Justin shouted, and no sooner had he, all the drones suddenly lunged forwards at speed. It was like watching a swarm of mechanical joggers beginning the start of a race, charging forwards. Impressively, the few that were behind Clint, sidestepped out of his way rather then mow him down. Justin's face lit up as he noticed this, frantically taking the Dictaphone he always carried with him and recorded his audio notes, "being recognition and evasion proving successful in drones 17, 30, 12 and 3. Field testing ongoing, looking successful thus far."

[babyboiaustin]

justinhammertime:

Justin heaved a huge sigh of relief as the drones themselves lowered their arms and fell into a more neutral stance, and actually had to take off his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose to rally his thoughts. “Thank you…” he sighed, eventually taking a deep breath and looking towards the other, “I’m Justin Hammer, I built these,” he gestured towards the drones which had all taken on the same neutral stance and were watching Billy quietly

Billy looked among the drones. “Billy Kaplan. Mind if I ask why you felt the need to build drones covered in guns in the middle of a school campus?” He asked. He thought he made a fairly good point with that. There shouldn’t be guns on the campus at all, technically.

[justinhammertime]

Justin casually flipped a card towards Billy, the words 'Justin Hammer, Hammer Industries CEO' printed in simple, professional font with the Hammer Industries log upon it, "Well.... our main business IS weapons. I have government contracts I have to supply for. Originally I created these guys FOR them, but....." he paused, looking thoughtfully at the drones, ".....I kinda realised I didn't want them in the wrong hands. So, I keep them. They're armed with rubber bullets, glue grenades, beanbag rounds for suppressing. I was thinking of creating a model with flamethrowers and buzzsaws to deal with these plants..." He smiled, a little sadly, then looked to Billy, "Plus I provide ammo, gear and weaponry for those in Agent training, in exchange for a little leniency with my drones."

[babyboiaustin]

justinhammertime:

As Billy’s hand glowed with energy, Justin did the only thing he could do; flail his arms in the universal signal of ‘NO NO NO NO, DON’T DO THAT, DON’T DO THAT POWER DOWN!!!“ though it wasn’t clear if he was talking to the drones, Billy or both. The drones, obviously, had seen the reaction to the presence and their programming had kicked in; shotgun wrist mounted cannons with beanbag rounds were raised, as Justin frantically looked to Billy, “They’ve been programmed to target threats because of the plant situation!! Power down, they’ll go on standby!! I built them, POWER DOWN!!” there was a crack in his voice. Justin Hammer was panicked, very, genuinely, seriously, panicked.

Billy heard Justin and the lightning between his hands died down, but he still kept a ready stance, in case anything did happen. He looked at Justin and rose an eyebrow. If all else failed, he’d use his magic to turn the guns into something else, but, at this point, he felt he wouldn’t need to. Unless something went horribly wrong.

[justinhammertime]

Justin heaved a huge sigh of relief as the drones themselves lowered their arms and fell into a more neutral stance, and actually had to take off his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose to rally his thoughts. "Thank you..." he sighed, eventually taking a deep breath and looking towards the other, "I'm Justin Hammer, I built these," he gestured towards the drones which had all taken on the same neutral stance and were watching Billy quietly

[justinhammertime]

Justin paused, looking to the guy he’d been talking too and “Ooooooooh"ing in response. “You race these guys,” rapping his knuckles upon the armour, then miming running, more jogging actually on the spot, “I pay you $100. I could even develop a new hearing aid, if you like” Justin offered, “And I charge 50 cent an arrow, a dollar for complex arrows.” and hoped the message got through this time

[badideaone-blog]

Clint tried not to laugh at his ‘running’ miming. Some people just didn’t have what it take to use sign language.

“I’m on it.” he stood up shaking his fists. He was looking for an excuse to stop working on the clean up anyway, not he would make some cash out of it. Perfect. “Just race around campus? Do we have a finish line?”

[justinhammertime]

"Right here," he pointed to the ground, " Hold on. Drones, it's Hammer Time!"

Soon after Justin said this, the sounds of multiple jets firing could be heard, boosting the remaining drones into the air as 29 additional drones slammed into the ground next to Justin, all surrounding Clint as they raised to their full heights, looking down to the archer quietly. "Just let me know when you're ready! I'll line them up!" Justin chirruped as the drones started to move into place, like racers readying for a marathon.

[justinhammertime]

“…….I charge 50 cent an arrow and a dollar for the more complex ones. It would have cost more but uuuuh…… a richer fellow’s actually been asking for custom arrows. Maybe I can cut you an offer if you’re willing to trial run a few things for me? Hell, I’ll give you $100 right here and now if you’re willing to put my drone through a running test? Win or lose, you get the money. I need to put some of the drones through their paces” Justin replied, rapping his knuckles on the hollow plating of the drone as he looked away from Clint, turning to address his drone as he talked.

[badideaone-blog]

“Gee, you talk fast.” Clint had to stop what he was doing at the middle of the way, since he could hear that he was saying something, but due the surrounding sound he could not quite understand it. Reading his lips was just has hard as listening to him though. “Look dude, I’m even deafer than I’m broken so I’ll asked to repeat that. Specially the part that you will give me some cash… did I get it right?”

[justinhammertime]

Justin paused, looking to the guy he'd been talking too and "Ooooooooh"ing in response. "You race these guys," rapping his knuckles upon the armour, then miming running, more jogging actually on the spot, "I pay you $100. I could even develop a new hearing aid, if you like" Justin offered, "And I charge 50 cent an arrow, a dollar for complex arrows." and hoped the message got through this time

[babyboiaustin]

justinhammertime:

In front of Billy, a swarm of drones suddenly came into view, hovering as though ready as Justin ran up after them, dressed in jogging pants and looking like a PE teacher, “SORRY, sorry, I was having them scout the area with sonar and laser recognition, and they got a bit out of range for commands, had to set them down!” he jogged up, panting a little for breath.

As Justin and the drones approached, Billy’s hands went up, lightning crackling between his hands, ready to defend himself. “Well, can you turn them off before they do something that makes me have to blow them up?” Billy asked, eyes darting between the droes, ready to strike if one of fthem made any sudden moves.

[justinhammertime]

As Billy's hand glowed with energy, Justin did the only thing he could do; flail his arms in the universal signal of 'NO NO NO NO, DON'T DO THAT, DON'T DO THAT POWER DOWN!!!" though it wasn't clear if he was talking to the drones, Billy or both. The drones, obviously, had seen the reaction to the presence and their programming had kicked in; shotgun wrist mounted cannons with beanbag rounds were raised, as Justin frantically looked to Billy, "They've been programmed to target threats because of the plant situation!! Power down, they'll go on standby!! I built them, POWER DOWN!!" there was a crack in his voice. Justin Hammer was panicked, very, genuinely, seriously, panicked.

[babyboiaustin]

“You know, coming to the academy while it’s overrun by plants isn’t the best first impression.”

[justinhammertime]

In front of Billy, a swarm of drones suddenly came into view, hovering as though ready as Justin ran up after them, dressed in jogging pants and looking like a PE teacher, "SORRY, sorry, I was having them scout the area with sonar and laser recognition, and they got a bit out of range for commands, had to set them down!" he jogged up, panting a little for breath.

[ladieslovethepointedears]

Not it.

“Uhh- He did it.” 

[justinhammertime]

"Uh uh. I saw it. It was you. Buy my silence. I prefer sweets."

[justinhammertime]

Justin was already handing him a card with ‘Justin Hammer, CEO Hammer Industries’ printed upon it. He broke into a smile, “That would be me. Engineer, CEO, general cool guy. Also….” he snapped his fingers and pointed upwards as one of his drones, distracted now from its duty of rebuilding and repairing the damage caused by Ivy’s plants, took to the air and landed beside him. It was the heavy equipped drone, anti tank cannon and grenade launchers upon its wrists. “So, yeah…. I could easily build it, but it’d cost you”

[badideaone-blog]

Clint looked at the card a little disappointment. He kept it anyway.

“Oh! Damn, not what I expected. If it wasn’t for SHILD I would probably be living on the streets. I have no money, dude.” - he sighed and continued working on the cleaning, envying the way he seemed to control a robot army - “Guess there ain’t no easy way to me. I’ll continue working with what I have.”

[justinhammertime]

".......I charge 50 cent an arrow and a dollar for the more complex ones. It would have cost more but uuuuh...... a richer fellow's actually been asking for custom arrows. Maybe I can cut you an offer if you're willing to trial run a few things for me? Hell, I'll give you $100 right here and now if you're willing to put my drone through a running test? Win or lose, you get the money. I need to put some of the drones through their paces" Justin replied, rapping his knuckles on the hollow plating of the drone as he looked away from Clint, turning to address his drone as he talked.

[justinhammertime]

“I could build you one?” What IS it with people and bows and arrows. He had guns and drones and people kept wanting freaking arrows

[badideaone-blog]

“Could ya?” he raised an eyebrow smirking, he loved the perks of attending to a academy like that “That would be awesome. So ya’like an engineer or something?”

[justinhammertime]

Justin was already handing him a card with 'Justin Hammer, CEO Hammer Industries' printed upon it. He broke into a smile, "That would be me. Engineer, CEO, general cool guy. Also...." he snapped his fingers and pointed upwards as one of his drones, distracted now from its duty of rebuilding and repairing the damage caused by Ivy's plants, took to the air and landed beside him. It was the heavy equipped drone, anti tank cannon and grenade launchers upon its wrists. "So, yeah.... I could easily build it, but it'd cost you"

[badideaone-blog]

“Hm…. I don’t think I have an arrow for that.”

[justinhammertime]

"I could build you one?" What IS it with people and bows and arrows. He had guns and drones and people kept wanting freaking arrows

[justinhammertime]

Literal Hammer Time

The sight itself was somewhat surreal as Justin lined up all 31 of his drones- 30 of them were stood wearing high visibility jackets and hard hats perched atop their heads, the prototype he had crafted first wearing a hard hat but bizarrely a clipboard in its hands- as Justin had shockingly prepared himself for work. His suit jacket was off, and his sleeves were rolled up. Clearly he meant business. “Alright….. the dorms have been damaged by some sorts of plant….. things. We don’t know how, we don’t know why, all we know is this; we need to make an impression here, guys. We have to show them what teamwork can do!” The drones watched Justin, following him as he walked back and forth, explaining ‘strategy’ to them. Which, mostly consisted of ‘get rid of plants, start rebuilding’, it seemed.

[ldyshiva]

“Ah yes,“ Shiva looked on calmly at the drones before turning away, “I understand you. Plants come to take over and then the machines begin their apocalypse.”

It was visually imposing. More drones than she cared to count in embarassingly neon colors. It shocked her to her core. Or perhaps it was disgust. At this point, she cared not. Whatever it was, it was gauche. 

“I suppose I should have to content myself to perish by nightfall at this rate,“ she quipped dryly, looking on, “after all, there’s literally no reason to make an impression and here’s what teamwork can do–”

She paused before making a rude gesture.

[justinhammertime]

Justin blinked, glancing over to Shiva and then looking around at his immediate surroundings, “Um….. that’s very nice of you to say so, whatever it was, but uh, I wasn’t talking to you about teamwork? You can, like… do your thing or whatever?” He gestured towards the drones, “I was talking to THEM, THEY need to show what they can do, not whatever it is that you don’t want to do.”

[ldyshiva]

“And they can hear you?” she asked, before narrowing her eyes at him, “– don’t explain to me if they can, I have literally no use for information on a robot’s auditory processes.”

“As we’re currently trapped behind a tangle of vines and I have nothing but a sai, apparently, watching you and them make a fool of yourself,  is ‘my thing’.”

[justinhammertime]

"Actually technically speaking, we're not stuck at all," Justin sighed, again gesturing towards his drones, "each of these is capable of flight, and is equipped with a variety of weapons, from buzz saws, to grenade launchers, to anti-tank rifles, to shotguns. If we want to leave, we can do, easily. I'm just trying to figure out the best way for them to be able to help out the situation with the attack of the killer tomatoes going on," he sighed, shaking his head gently. Looking up to the drones, he then looked to Shiva, "and short answer, they can follow my orders, that's enough"

[justinhammertime]

Literal Hammer Time

The sight itself was somewhat surreal as Justin lined up all 31 of his drones- 30 of them were stood wearing high visibility jackets and hard hats perched atop their heads, the prototype he had crafted first wearing a hard hat but bizarrely a clipboard in its hands- as Justin had shockingly prepared himself for work. His suit jacket was off, and his sleeves were rolled up. Clearly he meant business. “Alright….. the dorms have been damaged by some sorts of plant….. things. We don’t know how, we don’t know why, all we know is this; we need to make an impression here, guys. We have to show them what teamwork can do!” The drones watched Justin, following him as he walked back and forth, explaining ‘strategy’ to them. Which, mostly consisted of ‘get rid of plants, start rebuilding’, it seemed.

[ldyshiva]

“Ah yes,“ Shiva looked on calmly at the drones before turning away, “I understand you. Plants come to take over and then the machines begin their apocalypse.”

It was visually imposing. More drones than she cared to count in embarassingly neon colors. It shocked her to her core. Or perhaps it was disgust. At this point, she cared not. Whatever it was, it was gauche. 

“I suppose I should have to content myself to perish by nightfall at this rate,“ she quipped dryly, looking on, “after all, there’s literally no reason to make an impression and here’s what teamwork can do–”

She paused before making a rude gesture.

[justinhammertime]

Justin blinked, glancing over to Shiva and then looking around at his immediate surroundings, "Um..... that's very nice of you to say so, whatever it was, but uh, I wasn't talking to you about teamwork? You can, like... do your thing or whatever?" He gestured towards the drones, "I was talking to THEM, THEY need to show what they can do, not whatever it is that you don't want to do."