Chapter 63
Agent Coal Sun concentrates firmly on the electronic display covering his right eye, ignoring the urge to go elsewhere. The SEP field around here is very strong- but not strong enough to stop him. Or any of the other Agents following his lead car.
Just over a year ago- a year and a day, to be exact- a midair explosion of… odd coloring had been detected in this area by a passing satellite. When the computers had taken photos of the area later that same day, also from orbit, they had revealed a castle… with what looked like some kind of highschool sports stadium on the grounds. It almost looked like a twisted version of basketball to him, from the photos. It hadn’t drawn their attention very much on its own, so had been ignored- until, not long after, a much larger explosion- correction, pair of explosions- had been spotted by the same satellite network. An air burst, of the same, odd coloration, and a corresponding ground blast underneath it, hardly a second later- with an estimated strength of about one point three kilotons.
The British government had been notified, of course- and asked about it. They hadn’t known about it, and had investigated for about a month before coming back to ask for help… because they couldn’t find anything.
So S.H.I.E.L.D, the international intelligence agency of which he is part, had started investigating.
They’d tried flying manned aircraft through the area countless times- but the pilots always had to veer off for safety. The funny part about it is that when they then sent in unmanned aircraft under cover of night, they never had any trouble flying safely- though they did lose control whenever the craft was overtop the grounds. It still transmitted to them just fine… but it reported such a massive drop in signal-to-noise ratio that it couldn’t find the signal any more, until it cruised back out.
They’d had unmanned stealth aircraft pass through the area many times, sometimes multiple at once, since- and have measured the bounds of the strange interference field. Next, they’d sent a few cars, with hikers, to find it… But, even guided by their GPS units, they couldn’t find it. They had reported the SEP field as well- the first reports they have of it- but found nothing but an obviously derelict structure with caution tape strewn across the entrance.
A few months of constant UAV and hiker activity later, one hiker had the bright idea to take a photo of the derelict structure with his cell phone- and had instead gotten a photo of a grand castle. The same castle, it so happens, as shows up on the satellite and UAV photos.
They’d then spent a month or so fabricating- and testing- the equipment to ensure that they could approach, on foot or in ground vehicles, and see what was actually there.
Then they trained for it. If that wasn’t the most amazing piece of virtual reality equipment he’d ever seen, he doesn’t know what was. While he and his squad trained, they’d scouted out a good route to take with the UAVs. They’d had good luck- they’d spotted a good land approach path. It’s a bit rough of terrain, but nothing a good ATV couldn’t handle- so, two days ago, he had personally taken a quad bike along this route, spotted the gate onto the castle grounds, and returned. The route was flat enough for a good car- though, unfortunately, not quite smooth enough for the simple rear-wheel-drive sports sedans Shield normally likes using. They’d need power in all four wheels to safely traverse some of this terrain.
So they’d spent the day yesterday acquiring some brand-new black sedans that fit the bill. Fortunately, thanks to a certain Japanese car manufacturer, they didn’t even have to order anything custom-built- just buy the things off the consumer market and fit them with all terrain tires!
While they’d been doing that yesterday, the satellites had picked up another blast- and the really weird part about it was that a passing UAV had seen it too.
It wasn’t an explosion. It was some kind of extremely bright light, on the ground in the middle of the sports stadium… which was apparently used in some sort of airborne sport.
Thus, this mission with these cars was pushed to top priority- and he set out with his team this morning to come here. The SEP field, and various other misleading appearances, had slowed his progress to a crawl- but according to his GPS, he’s almost there.
He eases his car around what should be the last corner- and spots the gate once again.
… Well, gateway. There doesn’t seem to be any gate to block it.
He grins. “Target is in sight,” he announces.
The Agent in the passenger seat next to him activates his radio to relay his report to the rest. He gradually builds speed on the slope, watching the ground in front of his car… and finally slows, turns to face the gateway, and stops. “Alright, here’s the interference border,” he announces. “All units ready?”
The report eventually comes back. They’re all ready.
“Alright. Rolling in.” He switches his foot back to the gas, and crosses the gateway.
He doesn’t feel any different, after crossing it, save only that the SEP field seems to have gone away. Oh, and the engine of the car misfired once- but only once. The engine light goes out again when his partner pushes the button on his phone app. Huh, bluetooth must still work through the interference, at short ranges at the very least.
He looks up the sweeping lawns, at the castle… and its huge, closed, oak front doors, and speeds up a little. The ground under this grass is downright smooth after some of the terrain he’d driven over on the way here. He’ll park just short of the stairs, off to the side, so the rest of his team can park around and behind him without obstructing any apparent walkways or views, before they head up to knock on the door.
Professor Snape stops suddenly, looking out the window. He’s headed for the dungeons with Miss Diamond Tiara right now; she just stopped by the staffroom, apparently having found out about his Papa Tango, to help him figure out what his new ‘unique talent’ is… and she’s currently guessing it has something to do with his potions. He is as well, hence why he was headed down- to try brewing some… unconventional potions, and see if something happens.
But, something just outside of Hogwarts’ grounds caught his attention on the way past.
“Hmm?” Diamond asks, turning back to look out the window as well. “What is… Oh. I wonder what that is?”
He almost smiles; she’d noticed it as well: The glowing white lights, on the fronts of a series of black objects, collecting just off the grounds. As he watches, they start moving again, through the gateway into the castle grounds. “Muggles,” he states. “In their cars.”
Diamond’s hand flashes to her radio, and she speaks into it, before speaking back up to him. “That’s gotta be important.”
Snape nods. “First time muggles have ever penetrated our muggle repelling charms, I believe,” he states.
Diamond nods. “Yeah. While both Princess Celestia and Cornelius Fudge are in the Hospital Wing, having a discussion with Dumbledore.” She glances up at him. “By the way, Ginny wants the muggles directed up to them in the hospital wing. I rather doubt they’d listen to me very much, thanks to my stature.” She scowls at the approaching cars, then mutters something more into her radio.
“Well, at least it looks like they’re planning on coming in the front door,” Snape mutters, before resuming his walk- this time headed for the entrance hall. “Might as well get ready. Feel like joining in the fun?”
Diamond shrugs, watching the cars come. “Yeah, why not. I want to get a good look at them before they see me, though- I’ll meet you in the entrance hall once they get out of their cars.”
No sooner has he reached the entrance hall than Diamond comes charging down the passage after him, completely unwinded as she slows dramatically to walk with him again. “They’re like us,” she cautions. “Agents. Highly trained, well equipped, and no doubt here to investigate something.”
A knock resounds from the castle doors. Snape looks at them, before walking. “I wonder why they aren’t seeing a run-down old wreck.”
“Ahh… That might be the technology they have with them,” Diamond mutters. “It looks like they found a way around it.”
“We’ll just have to be careful, then, won’t we?” Snape shrugs, before stepping up to the door and turning the lock. Then he opens the door.
The very first thing he notices is that they’re all wearing black. Not robes, no- these are still muggle clothes. But, when viewed from afar, they could very easily be mistaken for black robes. They’re all wearing black glasses, and no hats. Bonus, true to Diamond’s word, they’re all wearing radios.
“Well hello,” he greets. “Can I help you?”
“Good evening,” the man in the front greats, bowing his head slightly and showing a badge. “We’re with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, making a routine visit to verify the safety of your operations.”
Snape very carefully doesn’t respond visibly, trading shamelessly on his skills as an Occlumens. Routine visit? About as likely as it would be for students to be intentionally petrifying themselves. Or, on a thought, for that Fluttershy to encourage Slytherin’s monster. Though… “Ahh, yes,” he begins. “The Headmaster said you’d be stopping by soon.” He takes a certain personal pride in how the man’s eyebrow twitches upwards. “Would you like to speak to him?”
The man bows his head. “Yes please.”
“Very well.” Snape pulls the door open, stepping back to let all the black-suited men past. As he does so, he turns to Diamond. “Miss Tiara, if you could run ahead and alert the Headmaster?”
“Yes Professor!” She promptly runs off, up the main staircase, no doubt to do something completely unrelated to what he’d asked; he knows she’s already alerted every other Agent in the building… and that a decent number of them are in the Hospital Wing with Dumbledore right now.
Agent Coal Sun walks quietly behind the strange, black-robed man, the rest of his team following behind.
If he’s honest with himself, he’s amazed at how well things are going. He’d half expected the man to see through his ‘routine visit’ excuse in a fraction of a second, forcing him to make up more fiction about previous routine visits not being honored by the administration, but he seems to have swallowed it hook, line, and sinker… or seen it coming, and played along. He’s not sure which.
Then of course, the man had offered to take them to the Headmaster- presumably, whoever is in control of things here. Combined with the girl’s referring to this man as ‘Professor’, he rather suspects the castle houses some kind of school.
Useful information to have, especially if he’s going to be meeting with the Headmaster under the pretense of a safety visit.
The girl’s hair had been interesting- reminds him of an investigation into the sudden appearance of a large number of funny-haired children a few hundred miles from here, just a year and a half ago. He’d been a part of that one as well- and he, along with the other Agents assigned to the covert investigation, had determined that they’re no different from normal children. Well… there were some small behavioral differences, but nothing that might suggest they were any more than children of a few families that had moved in from elsewhere.
So he ignores her hair when considering the radio he’d spotted on the front of her robes. It’d been nearly impossible- but, thanks mostly to his training, he’d spotted it. Which could mean an intelligence network inside the structure, and could mean another Agency…
But of course, he’d already confirmed with his other Agents, when getting out of the cars: None of his radios work here, unless they’re within about six inches of each other and transmitting on maximum power.
So he’s willing to discount the microphone on her robes as attached to some kind of recording device, rather than a legitimate radio. Something to let her take notes during a practical lesson, maybe? Or maybe she has some homework assignment or another related to her day-to-day life at the school, that she finds easier to complete by recording snippets on-the-fly for transcription later? Yeah, probably one of those.
In the corner of his eye, one of the portraits on the wall seems to be ogling him and his team. Deciding that this must be some kind of teleconference or AI-based security system, either that or some magical system of the sort S.H.I.E.L.D has never seen before, he nods his head courteously towards the portraits as he passes.
He has noticed the pointed hats both this Professor and the girl, Miss Tiara, are wearing. Combined with the robes, that’s stereotypical magician’s garb- but he absolutely refuses to make assumptions like that. That’s a very fast way to cause problems, both now and later. It’s not like these people wave magic wands around, or ride on broomsticks!
He does find the number of hidden passages the Professor leads him and his team down- two, exactly- to be rather amusing. This castle must be set up as a labyrinth, possibly as a defensive measure. It does look pretty old, though well-maintained; no doubt it dates back to sometime before modern weapons were invented, back when a castle like this couldn’t be razed from afar.
Which also suggests a high degree of tradition is upheld here, but it’s not definitive.
Finally, the man knocks twice on a door and opens it without waiting.
The scene that greets him is at once amusing. The room is very clearly an infirmary- but that hasn’t stopped what must be several prominent figures from gathering here… and people have clearly been taking sides, to an extent at least.
Furthest away from him, there’s one bed with one of the funny-haired children on it; her hair is blue and white. She’s watching everything with a look of amusement, and twiddling a foot long stick in her right hand, despite her posture very definitely favoring that same side. Seated on the far side of the bed are three more girls. One, with curly pink and purple hair, is watching everything with an almost unnaturally calm expression, not unlike his own. The second, with hair that reminds him of a bonfire, is leaning back in her chair with a twinkle in her eye and a knowing grin on her face. The third, a normal-looking redhead, is wearing not only a look of calm determination but two microphones, to the other three’s one apiece.
The matron, holding a foot-long stick of her own, seems to be hovering protectively over the girl in the bed, yet also facing away from her so as to participate in the discussion; she’s on the near side of the bed, though positioned close enough to the headboard she isn’t obstructing anyone from view. There’s a brown-haired boy with a little red cross ring placed over his pointed hat leaning almost casually against the foot of the bed, and a wizened old man standing calmly next to him, eyes twinkling in amusement. He would seem to be prominent person number one.
Side number two would seem to be standing in the middle of the room: The eminently breathtaking woman with the sunlit hair that’s blowing in a breeze he can’t feel. She’s prominent person number two; she practically oozes long experience, completely aside from how she feels much like some of the ancient aliens Shield helps keep their cover in modern society: Very old, almost beyond belief. As a matter of fact, she feels even more experienced than them!
She’s also accompanied by two young men, clad in golden armor and armed with spears- no doubt decorative instruments- standing calmly by the door, obviously deferring to her despite the physical separation. He can tell they care about her, but it seems they’re not all that worried about her getting hurt.
Side number three would be a slightly nearer bed, this one occupied by a grown man that appears to be trying to make it look like he isn’t cowering in fear… and failing dismally. He seems to be alone.
Side number four would be closest to him. Three men and two women. One of the men seems to be a little bit panicked, like everything is not going to plan; the other two are watching the proceedings with the long-suffering patience of law enforcement. One of the women is tailing the first man with a notebook, quill, and bottle of ink- he actually has to look twice, yes, that is a quill, not a pen- while the other, who looks like a visiting medic, is giving side number three the stink eye. The first of the men would appear to be prominent person number three.
Then of course, there’s the three children seated calmly on the sidelines, opposite the girl on the bed: A girl with metallic red hair with icy blue fringes, a boy with a pair of royal blue stripes splitting his shiny silver hair cleanly into thirds, and a second boy, with his curly hair split into dark purple and dark green sides by a golden band down the middle.
And that’s not even counting the woman, three notepads and a pen in hand- ink bottle lying forgotten next to her- seated next to them. Just about everything about her screams Journalist! at him.
He raises an eyebrow, very carefully not commenting that something seems to have happened, while his peripheral vision picks out the two children lying on beds with nobody gathered around them. Only, these children don’t seem to be lying- it’s almost like they’ve been frozen, or turned to stone. They aren’t moving at all- even the one with his hands up in front of his face, as if holding a camera. Nobody seems to be paying them much attention.
Rather interesting how, with the exception of only those two frozen children, he can see all of the children’s nametags, and even read them all. None of the adults seem to be carrying nametags, though.
Miss Heartstrings, on the bed, tilts her head at him, looking perplexed. She points her stick at him briefly, before blinking, as if she’d just realized something obvious. She looks forwards, at the three watching children. “Hermione, could you take Draco and get the Whiskey Tango?”
Even before the two named children vanish into thin air, an electric tingle runs down his spine, putting his senses on high alert. Code words.
The girl next to her- Bonbon- rolls her eyes.
The wizened old man raises a curious eyebrow at Lyra before turning to step closer to him, hands held welcomingly forwards. “Greetings, gentlemen, and welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
Agent Coal Sun very carefully doesn’t react. Witchcraft and Wizardry… Of course it has to be magic. Not far from what Shield decided the explosions had to be in order to be so large yet cause so little damage.
“I am the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore; this is Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, and a visiting foreign leader, Princess Celestia, of Equestria.” He gestures to the two other prominent people in order, man first.
The ‘Minister for Magic’ seems even more uncertain now, but the Princess seems genuinely amused, smiling at the Headmaster… but never letting that one man on the bed out of her sight, he notices.
He nods his head, and indicates the man on the bed. “And him?”
Dumbledore glances over at him. “Ah…”
“Can someone get these people a newspaper?” the redhead, Ginny Weasley, suddenly pipes up.
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So now we have the MCU joining the crossover? Or is it just Marvel in general?
So it's also a crossover with marvel, then?
.....marvel? Really what next Thor ?
Okay, hold up, are you mashing another universe into this story too? Not that I complain ('cause I like good fun chaos) but this revelation reserve an important question - how come this world hasn't gone up in smoke years ago?
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(And anyone else asking about MCU/Marvel/etc crossovers)
Kinda. This story is not a straight up crossover with any of those; you may notice I'm using Agent Coal Sun, not Coulson. In short, I'm stealing ideas from the MCU, and deliberately not reusing any of the characters. I don't expect Shield to play an overly large role in the story... but I also don't expect to be truly done with them for a long time.
Cannot wait for next chapter.
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Are you saying you are trying to make your own S.H.I.E.L.D with MLP twist? Hmmm... should be interesting to see. But won't it be most fitting in Sunset's Equestria-girl world than here where magic lurk?
To be honest, I'm not a big fan of multi-crosses for multiple reasons. The most prominent three being:
TL;DR: So far, the characters' actual actions feel fine, because it feels that you're just using OCs and being too lazy to cook up your own acronym... but the acronym is distracting and irksome for the same reason that I don't like people using the split between VIs and AIs outside Mass Effect.
...or, to put it another way, borrowing elements from another series isn't an easy way to get story elements... quite the opposite. It makes things harder because they carry with them the responsibility to properly integrate and justify all the backstory that makes them what they are. (Much easier to just describe an OC with all the characteristics you're trying to easy-street into having by referencing an existing element.)
The odds of hitting on that nomenclature (S.H.I.E.L.D., VI, "transporter" for a teleporter, etc.) without it being either a crossover or lampshaded as "Oh, the person who named the agency was a fan of that work of fiction" are extremely low, so it winds up as something cousin to a minor 4th-wall break. (ie. The mind latches onto "lazy/unskilled author" as a the overwhelmingly most plausible explanation for the breaking of the illusion that this is an internally consistent world with its own life independent from reality.)
For the record, the real-world equivalent to VI vs. AI is "weak AI", "narrow AI", or "control program" vs. "strong AI", "full AI", "general AI", or "AGI". (There's also "ASI", or "Artificial Superintelligence" for the AIs as superior to us as we are to our pets, which show up in works like the Culture series by Iain M. Banks.)
Interesting!
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... Kinda. I'm thinking that Shield would have formed in the HP world... and just not had all that much to do. Helicarrier doesn't exist (made by Stark Industries), and so on. Shield is mostly just my excuse for bringing in a bunch of black-suited agents that aren't beholden to any given nation... but have been trying to figure out the weirdness that magic has produced (even with the Ministry's efforts, which became more visible with the advent of technology).
Come to think of it, I may want to remove Coal Sun's mention of the ancient aliens... that seems out of place, especially since it would be a one-off mention anyways. This isn't a Men In Black crossover in any way, shape, or form.
If you've got a better idea for their name (and acronym), I'm all ears.
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First, I'll need to know how attached you are to the idea of the acronym being an English word. Most real-world intelligence agencies use something simple, like C.I.A. (Central Intelligence Agency), S.I.S. (Secret Intelligence Service, the actual name of MI6), C.S.I.S. (Canadian Security and Intelligence Service), A.S.I.O. (Australian Security Intelligence Organisation), and so on.
Heck, even fictional ones often don't go that metaphorical. See, for example, U.N.I.T. (United Nations Intelligence Taskforce) from Doctor Who or N.I.D. (National Intelligence Department) from Stargate SG-1, and so on.
...and just for the lulz, I came up with I.D.I.O.T. on a whim. (Someone can say "We're IDIOTs" or "We're with the IDIOTs" and actually be talking about members of the International Defense Intelligence Operations Taskforce.)
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U.N.I.T. is the name of an actual united nations task force
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Good point. My phrasing should have been something like "or Doctor Who's decision to just go with U.N.I.T. rather than cooking up something fancier"
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I have no such attachment.
... And I like the I.D.I.O.T. idea... Reminds me of a little story.
Once upon a time, my dad worked IT support. One of the things that they would do, when working with someone who was the cause of their own problems, is identify the problem as either a "Keyboard to chair interface error", or a "one-D-ten-T error". When they really wanted to get rid of someone, they'd present the second one, ask them to write it down, wait until they do so... then hang up before they can react.
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Yeah. There are a ton of those fun little euphemisms. Here's a condensed list of the ones Wikipedia knows:
I think PICNIC is my favourite. There's just something saying both where it is, and where it's not that appeals to me.
Is there a reason for Coulson's name change?
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...anyway, I.D.I.O.T. would have to have quite a backstory for it to be put to plausible use... though such a backstory would also make a story more fun and memorable in and of itself as long as delivering it didn't throw off the pacing.
For something more generic, it depends on the organization's role.
Here's some brainstorming:
To do better, I'd need a better understanding of how you intend to use them.
(Personally, I think it'd feel most natural to the setting if Britain's Secret Service (MI5, their equivalent to the FBI) turned to their Five Eyes partners for help and brought some experts and technology from the CIA and other aspects of the U.S. intelligence apparatus. The closest thing to something with supranational jurisdiction that we normally assume existing in either setting is collaboration facilitators like Interpol and the Five Eyes treaties. ...of course, doing it without a unified agency would probably need a more significant rework to make it feel as natural as possible and you did say you'd prefer the black-suited figures to have international jurisdiction rather than just being MI5 and CIA working together.)
So who was the guy standing next to Dumbledore, with the red cross ring on his hat? I went through the list of characters I remembered being in the Hospital Wing and I don't recall him. So...who dat?
This can only end well.
I'm surprised it did go that far... Usually they could think of Obliviate them or just give them a compulsion, let them think there was nothing important there and leave
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That's Doctor Horse. He came up here with Bonbon to wake Lyra up before Celestia arrived at the castle... and I'm pretty sure he was mentioned since, but he may not have been.
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Well, Ginny was the one that asked they take them up to them... She probably figured that if they're there once, especially with numbers, they have a reason- and obliviation/etc won't work long-term.
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Oblivious... So oblivious. It's because Agent Coal Sun isn't Agent Coulson. It's a pun on the name, for a whole new person. (As much as I like Coulson, I doubt I could write him convincingly...)
Silly Humans In Extremely Lethal Danger?
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No...
But I love it.
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Oh..righht. I forgot he was there. My bad
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While Ginny is intelligent, she is still a 11-12 year old
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I'm imagining shield as an international agency that focuses on the abnormal and strange, while making concerted attempts to ensure it doesn't cause disruption in modern society similarly to the SCP organization, or the MIB.
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... And just because they're mired even further into Hogwarts Castle doesn't mean they can't just be obliviated later... She may also have not thought of that, and wanted them up there because that's where everyone else was. Numerous people- likely including Diamond, as Ginny hadn't even been trained yet- had the authority to override her request... and chose not to. Hay, even Snape could have overridden it easily- it's not like Diamond even tried to convince him to comply!
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Yeah, that's about how I view them too.
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No problem- that was a few chapters ago.
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I prefer FUBAR! Succinct and applicable to most of life.
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How about SNAFU? It better embodies the ongoing and status quo nature of the FU.
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True, and it's even a surprise that they take them a group of 11 or 12 year old seriously, but when compared to a god destroying new york with a alien army, a skinny scientific that turn green when get angry or a flying armor, maybe it's not that surprising that a group of magical children could be in charge
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There’s also the part where the Shield agents don’t think the 11-year-olds are in power... As a result, Ginny's request for a newspaper is a bit of a surprise. Note how he lumped both Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey in with all the Equestrians in the hospital wing...
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True, is not like many adults have radios or code words
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... Well... Code words, yeah. The radios, he's already discounted as recording devices instead of actual radios... Oh, the holes he's assumed his way into.
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doctor who got in trouble for using it the first time so they had to change the name they were using in the show
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My understanding was that they got to keep U.N.I.T., but they weren't allowed to have the U.N. part stand for United Nations.
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yup thats exactly what happened
This is getting crazy, has been intresting all the time so far. It shows the problem modern authors have writing about past and historical situations, especially when there are huge changes in basic tech.
SHIELD had to go to a Japanese importer and had problems with electronics.
Simple. Get a bunch of diesel powered Landrover Defenders. Thay have No electronics in the 90s that Can be affected, theyre even more EMP hardened than the humans. As for Off Road? In the 90s, Theyre the vehicles that All Other offroaders are compared against. Look at the trip up the Amazon for an example.
Lyras radio patch works by a trick likely equivalent to Chaos Coding. the thoretical basis has been around since at least the 80s through puzzles, but you have to realise its applicable. Once you realise,a nd research it, it turns out to be basically extremely simple to implement, as its the next step beyond GPS, but giving it immense resiliance. GPS has 2 channels, militery. Back in 1990 I was running computer simulations of signals using up to 256 channels. Of course, being at University, I didnt have acess to laboratory and commercial fabrication that SHIELD has, never mind their so called alien tech.
They can sense links to Horcrux? Discord sending chili bugs down the lines to eat away the network nodes is too OP, quick end, given Voldymort now knows he can treat Alicorns and Equestrians like the Undead and kill them with corrupted healing spells?
seems kinda a oversight that fury didn't send strange in for this.
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Well, Shield wanted black sedans, specifically... (and I happen to like my Subaru sedan, which can go just about anywhere...)
And in terms of chaos coding? Not really. The Equestrians are using the magic equivalent of quantum entanglement.
Per sensing horcruxes... Highly advanced spells can detect their presence by the effect it has on the tethered soul, but they can't trace them at all.
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... This isn't Marvel's Shield (directly), none of the superheroes of that world exist here (including Doc Strange. Still a good movie, though.) Also, I'm sorry to say, Fury isn't here either.
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then i should ask what your shield is because the comics and the movies had shield as two very different things
is your shield an international peacekeeping organization or a american information gathering and crisis averting organization?
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... Neither.
They're the Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate (Marvel's meaning). Or in other words, "Supreme spy network and world stability overseers". That missed wizardkind for, like, forever... until now.
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you realize then coal sun is going to receive a order from the queen to both stop immediately and tell no one within the next few hours right? there are rules to this kinda stuff and shields kinda breaking all of them.
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From who, the Queen of England?
... Yeah. S.H.I.E.L.D. is kinda known for breaking the rules and getting away from it.
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In a story, Style above all.
I just find the possible scene hilarious where you can have a farmer climbing out of his Defender Tdi to greet Celestia etc outside Hogwarts, then out of a almost identical looking Defender Tdi at Balmoral Castle you have a chance it being Queen Elizabeth. Coat, scarf and Wellies an all.
Your area may vary when it comes to landowners.
It took me until this line to realize why a non-Equestrian had an Equestrian name: you're looking for Coulson, not Coal Sun.
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Good one... but it is actually Agent Coal Sun. Because whether his name is really Phil Coulson or not, he can't have an Agent name that perfectly matches Marvel's... because I'd never be able to properly recreate Phil Coulson's character.