A latex take on April's "classic" costume, sported here by Judith Hoag (who portrayed April in the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles live action film in 1990).
From the darkness of the laboratory and into the white lights of the corridor stepped out the latest subject of cyber-conversion, a woman who had once called herself Donna Noble mere minuets ago. Standing in the hall waiting for her was the base's Cyber-Commander, who stood beside a middle-aged human female clad in a silver suit. "Donna" stood at attention, her unblinking neon blue eyes staring at the wall in the space between the human and Cyberman, waiting for orders. "YOUR NANO-TECHNOLOGY HAS PROVEN TO BE RELIABLE. WE WILL BEGIN MASS PRODUCTION AND DISTRIBUTION OF THE CYBUS-DISKS." Said the digitized voice of the Commander. The woman smiled "I knew you'd love it. You know, you're lucky we ran into each other when we did. Punching a hole through the barriers between universes was hard enough for a humble business woman like myself, but finding you lot with a similar goal of converting worlds upon worlds was sheer luck. Funny how the...
It seemed as though the number of captured Human Resistance fighters was growing with each passing day, and it was a number which scavenger Jennifer Parker was inadvertently contributing to at this very moment. A reconnaissance mission gone awry had led her directly into the hands of the Decepticons, who then promptly brought her to the closest Conversion Center available. The teenage rebel had long feared the day when this would happen after having to watch so many of her former allies become servants to the mechanical dictators they fought so very hard to try to bring down, a nightmare which had finally come true. By the time she arrives at her assigned post at the Energon Processing Facility, one never would have taken her to be a radical insurgent just a few hours prior. Her skin-tight purple bio-suit proudly bears the indigo crest of her metal masters, and the mind-altering steel headband kills any thoughts of resistance before they can even form. Supervisor 53...
Sokovia, 1947 The echos of the preceding gunfight still reverberated off the concrete corridors of the bunker as Peggy Carter slowly came out from behind her cover. About a dozen bodies of Hydra troops laid on the ground, her deadly marksmanship having stopped them in their tracks. She had failed to notice it at first, not until her boot stepped upon the slowly growing puddle underneath, but the large glass tank beside the wooden crates that shielded her from the enemy's hot lead had been struck by a stray bullet. Peggy moved around to the front of the tank, looking at the strange mass which floated in the quickly draining water. Suddenly, the mass opened an obsidian eye. Before Carter could react, the clump of flesh threw itself against the tank where the projectile hit. Glass and water knocked Peggy to the floor as the heap rode out the current to freedom. Her skull hit the concrete hard. Not hard enough for any serious damage, but just enough to black out. Eyes s...
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