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The best?

This sorry bunch of villians certainly did not look like the best the world could offer. To Kroenen, each individual reminded him of a bunch of circus freaks, the only exception being the leader of this bunch. Slowly the Nazi Sorcerer leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest as he observed each of the individuals. An egotistical and insane goddess. A montrosity with a thirst for blood. A snooty and egotistical scientist and a machine covered in a synthetic human skin.

The machine underneath he was certainly interested in. He liked machines, taking them apart and understanding how they worked and then putting them back together again and creating duplicates based on the knowledge he had just learned. Kroenen leaned forward and wondered if he would get the oppurtunity to study this machination.

Until then... this thing was operational and appeared to be deadly. Not that he was afraid of death. You only die once and he had already done that.

"These 'best' you speak of," Kroenen replied to the Terminator's inquiry, his voice laced with a german accent over what sounded like an alto soprano singer. "Do you have dossiers on them?"

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"Then you need to improve your brain, machine," the German quipped, a little annoyed that it had devulged some of his personal information. "I meant the other team. Do you, or do you not know anything about them?"

"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?" said Balthier in a witty voice, demonstrating that his skill with a rifle was not his only talent.

"You assume correctly. I have called you all here for one purpose and one purpose alone: To ensure the survival of the world." uttered the Black Mamba, hoping that her words would not stir fear into the hears of her new allies.

On the other side of the table, the Prince of Persia greeted the Black Mamba, promising her services to the League no matter what. The yellow haired samurai merely winked at her ally, informing him that she was glad to have him on her side. The warrior twirled his lion blade at the tip of his fingers, then sat down at the low table, obviously getting comfortable with the setting.

Spartan 117 also pledged his allegiance to the League, giving his new leader a crisp salute. It was more than apparent that this solder, though more machine that man, had learned the ways of not only combat, but of respect.

Still near the entrance of the temple was Colossus, the league's means of brute force. Despite his large size, Colossus appeared to be a shy man, merely greeting the Black Mamba with a "Hello". She would await until he gave a more proper and detailed greeting before she would even begin to give him her attention.

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"I'm already dead," the German replied and began to slowly stand up. "They can do nothing to me that hasn't already been done. Hellboy, the demon spawn, has tried to kill me countless times and each time he thinks he has finally done me in. I cannot die." The Nazi Sorcerer replaced his cap over the steel gas mask and started to walk away. "If I were still alive and did not wish to die, I would not attract their attention in the first place unless I wanted to. If all you have done is gather us just to survive, you are wasting my time."

He paused at the door and looked back at the group gathered. "Unless you have a better reason to keep me here, machine?"

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"Now its revenge? I've been down that path before and all it got me was pit spikes through my body. Not a pleasant experiance even if you are dead already." The Nazi glanced at the montrosity that dared touch him and meticulously he brushed his shoulder off. "If we are going to band together this has to be something about more than just survival and revenge. We can easily do that on our own against the advensaries we have personal greivances against. But why should we get involved in fightinig heros whom we may never have heard of before? Once this group of heros is gone, what stops the next group from rising up against us? What should really be motiving a group of villians to band together?"

He doesnt look at the machine, he his gaze is on the montrosity, the goddess and the scientist. "What has motivated any of you to do what you have done in the past? Is it revenge? Is it surival? Or is it something else entirely? For me... I serve the Nazi Occult and lead the Thule Society. Our goals is to bring to this world the Cathulu gods and demons. Those who follow the Cathulu faithfully and succeed in bringing about Hell on Earth will be rewarded for their services while the rest of the world who doesn't suffers."

He glanced at the montrosity. "You might like that world so long as you get to cause the suffering I bet."