The dashing sky pirate turned slowly, noting that he had clearly opened the door to yet more potential candidates for Black Mamba's league. Resting his rifle on his shoulder, he paused momentarily to eye the crew that had seemingly followed his lead. No doubt due to his natural charisma. Balthier now wondered why he hadn't chosen to lead something like this. It didn't matter now, because someone clearly beaten him to the quick. The pirate's gaze fell first upon the last to enter, a rather muscular mountain of a man who seemed to be a bit shy despite his size. "Not necessarily a mindless brute," Balthier thought as his eyes quickly shifted towards the next man in reverse chronological entry order.

The armored man seemed a bit tense for his tastes, a weapon somewhat more advanced than his own Altair, but likely more dependent upon Onion Shots that Balthier regretfully couldn't spare to the man. His stance resembled that of one of the Judges, and hoped to whatever quasi-magical presence that the man wasn't a Judge, or else conflicts were likely to ensue. Finally, his gaze shifted to the shadows, to which his eyes were lightly accustomed to due to years of thieving and slowly examined the final man hiding from view.

Although the man wasn't scruffy, he certainly kept a regal air about him, and almost reminded Balthier of himself. Tapping a ringed finger on the butt of the rifle that rested neatly on his shoulder, he bowed slightly in greeting. "It seems I'm not the only one who was decidedly called here," He stated before watching the armored man lead onward towards a woman clothed in what would be considered white robes to Balthier. Were it not for the sword at her side, the pirate surely would have made a move on her by now.

"Ah, Black Mamba I presume?"

One by one the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen poured into the Hidden Temple, obviously having little difficulty at succeeding in the harsh environment. The Black Mamba was pleased to see that not only did they make their way into the temple safely, they also arrived much earlier than expected. A good thing of course. This showed the League leader that she would not be having to be dealing with imbeciles and fools for their rest of their journey.

The first to enter the temple looked Human at first glance, though his armor and weapons clearly displayed he was of a different species. The next to come in seemed like a man of ancient and regal sorts, keeping his Persian blades low to the ground, ready in case the Black Mamba was in fact not what she had promised to be. Another walked in, one who was clad in full high-tech body armor, with dual rifles in his hands. The last to walk in was a medium sized man, though the man the Black Mamba had sent for was a man of slightly...bigger stature. The majority of them quickly greeted her as they laid eyes upon her beauty, though some did not let there guard down.

"Hello my friends. I am most pleased to see you have all made it not only safely to the temple, but have also made it in due time. Most impressing." said the Black Mamba quietly as she raised herself from her meditative form. "However, through our journey together I will need much more than speed and caution if we are to save ourselves from the darkness that is to come."

"Now you probably wondering, why is an average sized Caucasian girl sitting on one of the highest mountains in the world, dressed in formal Japanese robes and carrying around one of the greatest weapons ever created, calling her self "Black Mamba", and leading a league of Extraordinary Gentlemen? If you are, then I welcome you to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. If you are not, I highly suggest you walk out of here hastily before I hang your head from my ceiling." uttered the Black Mamba, ascending in the volume of her voice.

She wanted to make it perfectly clear that she wanted only the best traveling with her, and one who did not wonder about her skill or power was one who not only did not desevrve a spot on her league, but did not deserve the luxury that is life.

She awaited a response from her parters, who were probably asking themselves what they had gotten themselves into by coming here.

Balthier arched a brow at the question posed to him by the Prince and casually brushed the hand from his shoulder. "Indeed? I'd suspect we're not fighting one another, and this lovely form of a woman is exactly the treasure we've been summoned by," Balthier bowed with the grin never leaving his face, a show of respect, if not out of flattery, and stood slowly, his rifle never leaving his shoulder. The pirate clearly didn't have the luxury of a holster like Master Chief.

But the comment about beheadings set Balthier a bit on edge. She would gather them, threaten them, and expect them to follow. Well, it worked in some historical instances, but idle threats left room for idle chit-chat. "Indeed, Miss Mamba, I'd wager to say that you've gathered us based on our own skills as mercenaries, soldiers, what-have-you, and require us for some sort of mission that requires us to band together to bring down a force greater than any of us could fathom?"

The sky pirate paused to let it sink in. Clearly, he wasn't one to be fooled around with in terms of his diplomatic charm, and given that, he'd probably be the decoy "face" of the group should the Black Mamba allow it. Either way, Balthier swore fealty to no one, but he would offer his services for the time being. After all, he did come all this way in the blistering cold to attend this meeting. He felt the same thought was running through the others minds as well.

Cliffside Fortress, Pacific Island

He was not impressed by the chosen location for the gathering. He had seen far more formidable and grander fortresses back in the Fatherland during the Second World War that made this place seem both small and vulnerable. Perhaps because it was located on an island out the middle of the world's largest ocean helped negate its weaknesses.

Perhaps not.

Kroenen had already identified several weaknesses that could be easily exploited by any force that chose to attack this place. He also recognized the signs of previous long past battles fought between the Imperial Japanese and the Americans. If the Americans could take this place from the Japanese, Kroenen suspected anyone could. The former SS officer wondered how many died here fighting for this floating piece of rock.

That curiousity was quickly washed away by other concerns like the blood soaked beaches had been washed away by the uncaring ocean waves so long ago. He turned his attention to the matter at hand. Dealing with these other so called 'gentlemen' just so he could continue the delayed plans of the Thule Society and the Nazi Occult.

Approaching the large double doors leading to the chamber where everyone was to meet, Kroenen pushed the wooden doors apart with a loud clatter and strode into the chamber like a malevolent Nazi straight out of a Hollywood film. The fact that he wore the black uniform of the Schultzstaffel beneath a black leather overcoat, made that impression even more sinister. The metal gas mask only made his appearance darker for a typical Nazi.

Kroenen quickly assessed all who was here and the immediate surroundings. A preverse blonde with an ego as large a god was sitting at a large round table while a man in leather biker cloths and short cropped hair stood behind the table at the back of the chamber. There was no one else present, but the screams echoing in the walls behind him suggested another was approaching.

The Nazi Sorcerer said nothing as he entered the chamber and made his way over to the table. He stood straight and heel clicked saluted the Terminator.