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AND NOW THE CONCLUSION Alarms and klaxons rang out as Emma Peel hurried through the corridors of the Cobra station. Three Cobra troopers ran around the corner and skidded to a halt when the saw her. “Freeze!” the leader shouted, aiming his rifle. Emma pointed a finger at the troopers. “Idiots!” she shouted in her Baroness voice. “I’m the real Baroness! Continue your search! The spy mustn’t get away! COBRAAA!” “COBRAAAA!” The troopers shouted as they raced past Emma. She was just about to start breathing when the real Baroness’ voice rang out over the PA system. “This is the Baroness! Be on the alert! We have an intruder! She is in disguise as me! Take her in custody, then bring her to me in the control room!” The troopers stood for a moment in confusion, then glared back at Emma. She shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She took off running as the troopers took aim. “Shoot her! Take her down!” the leader yelled. Emma ducked around the corner just in time to dodge the blast of rifle fire. The troopers gave chase, and ran around the corner just in time to see a grate slamming shut over an air vent. “She’s in the ventilation system!” the leader barked into his radio. In the control room, the Baroness pounded her fist on a terminal. “Fools! Seal the vents! Start pumping in the gas! Force her into corridor 7!” She slammed a button on a terminal, calling the faces of the Dreadnoks onto her screen. “Dreadnoks! Move into position in corridor 7! The vent there will be the only one our spy will be able to access! Be ready for her!” “Don’t worry, Baroness!” replied Buzzer. “We got her trapped like a rat!” The Dreadnoks started running down the hall, weapons at the ready. Meanwhile, in the vent, Emma crawled through the narrow passage. She could hear the sound of hissing all around her. “Not.. very… hospitable,” she coughed. She slowly pressed on through the clouds of knockout gas, reaching for something on her belt. The Dreadnoks aimed their weapons at the grate over the vent in corridor 7. “That bird will come up for air here,” Buzzer sneered. “We got ‘er now! Ready, lads?” Torch and Ripper grinned and nodded. Buzzer charged up the saw on his rifle and sliced off the grate and poked his head inside the vent. “See anythin’, Buzzer?” Ripper asked. The three Dreadnoks were so engrossed looking at the vent, they failed to see the grate above them kicked off it’s bearings and a cloud of gas pouring out. Emma Peel fell out after it wearing an oxygen mask with a small tank of air on her back. She crashed down on top of Ripper and Torch, the sudden noise causing Buzzer to bang his head against the vent in surprise. He turned around in time to see Emma deliver an overhand chop to Ripper and a kick to the gut of Torch. Buzzer revved up his saw and swung it at Emma, but she easily trapped his arm and executed a judo throw that slammed Buzzer face first into a metal wall. Emma took off the mask and tank and casually tossed them on the pile of unconscious Dreadnoks. “You fellows look like you could use some fresh air.” She quickly started running down the corridor and turned left to a large metallic door. The door slid open, and Emma blinked as the sun got in her eyes. When her vision cleared, she could see that she had reached the outside of the base. Before her was the airfield, with several Cobra Rattlers getting fueled. Emma sped across the field towards the nearest Rattler. Behind her she could hear Troopers shouting orders. She ducked behind a Rattler as a spray of lasers peppered the fuselage. She peeked her head around to get a look at the oncoming Troopers, only to feel a blow on the back of her head. Emma fell to the ground and looked up to see the smirking face of the Baroness. She pointed her pistol at Emma, and motioned her to rise. “On your feet, spy. Your little game is over!” Emma kicked out with her legs and trapped the Baroness by the ankles. The Baroness fell forward next to Emma, who quickly got on top of her and put her in a headlock. Emma picked up the fallen pistol and hoisted the struggling Baroness to her feet. She walked forwards around the Rattler, twisting the Baroness arm behind her back. “Hold your fire!” Emma shouted. “I have the Baroness as my prisoner! Hold your fire!” The Troopers stopped their advance and stood frozen in confusion. “Shoot her, you fools!” the Baroness screeched. “Now, now,” Emma said, tightening her grip. “Good terrorists should be seen, not heard. Now I want you to get into this jet, and order your men to give me clear passage off this island.” The Baroness laughed ruefully. “Or what? You’ll shoot me? G.I. Joe would never allow such treatment of a prisonARGH!” “I am not a member of G.I. Joe,” Emma said coldly. The Baroness struggled to release herself but couldn’t break free from Emma’s hold. “It doesn’t matter!” she groaned. “If I got in that Rattler with you, Cobra would shoot us both out of the sky!” Emma looked back at the Troopers as they began moving into flanking positions. “I must say I’m not impressed by your choice of friends, Baroness.” “Joke all you want spy! But I suggest you surrender! I will gladly give my life for the cause of Cobra!” Emma gave one last scan of the airfield then shrugged. “Well, when you put it that way…” Emma shoved the Baroness to turf and quickly ran to the ladder that led to the Rattler’s cockpit. “Kill her!” the Baroness called to the Troopers. “Shoot her now!” Emma slid into the cockpit and closed the canopy. She could hear the rifle fire ricocheting off the Rattler as she fired up the engine and grabbed hold of the controls. The Rattler’s VTOL engines roared to life and the jet lifted up into the air. “Scramble the Rattlers!” the Baroness howled as Emma Peel took off into the sky and across the jungle. “Baroness!” The Baroness instantly recognized the familiar gruff voice. She turned around to see Destro, standing in front of the Troopers and Dreadnoks. “Destro, darling!” she breathed. “These idiots allowed an intruder disguised as me into our base!” Destro nodded. “I was picking up the alarms on the Cobra channel. I came as fast as possible to see if you required assistance.” The Baroness pushed past Destro and ran to another Rattler. “You can, Destro! By helping me shoot that impudent woman out of the sky! Major Bludd! Get two more pilots to accompany us!” Destro strode over to his Rattler chuckling. “Such ferocity. What I’ve always admired about you, Baroness.” Emma Peel’s Rattler was beginning to smoke from it’s engines as she finally made it over the ocean. A warning beep from her radar caused her to look down, and see five blips moving towards her. “I sure hope your awake, Steed,” Emma said under her breath. The Rattler’s moved in formation with the Baroness’ in the lead. Bludd and Destro flanked her while the other two brought up the rear. “Major Bludd!” she called over her radio. “Order your men to engage the stolen Rattler! Shoot her down! COBRAAA!” “COBRAAA!” The Baroness didn’t notice that only three voices returned the cry. The squadron moved in on Emma’s damaged Rattler. But just they were about to be on top of her, Destro’s Rattler thrust reversed behind them. “Destro!” Bludd cried. “What the blazes are you trying to do?!” “Delivering a message from some friends of yours,” ‘Destro’ said, in a distinctly British accent. “Message reads as follows.” The Cobras could only gawk as they heard the sound of John Steed clearing his throat before shouting at the top of his voice. “YOOOOOOO JOE!” Steed’s Rattler opened fire on the others, taking out Bludd’s and one of the others in short order. The other pilot managed to evade the first strike only for Steed’s Rattler to streak past him and deliver a burst of fire that sent the Rattler bursting into flames. The Baroness’ eyes burned with rage at the sight of her squadron’s jets crashing into the ocean, followed by her parachuting pilots. “I’m surrounded by spies and idiots!” she howled. Her ravings were interrupted by a final rocket from Steed, sending her Rattler spinning into the water after her men. Emma picked up her radio. “You certainly take your time, Steed,” she said smiling. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Peel. It just takes forever to get one’s suit ready. Are you still able to stay airborne?” Emma gave a quick glance at her console. “As long as you don’t expect me to fly the Atlantic and no one starts shooting at me again.” “Good. Proceed to the Joe base as planned. Good work, Mrs. Peel.” Emma leaned back in her seat. “And thank you, Steed.” The Baroness’ head broke the surface of the water and glared furiously up at the two Rattlers disappearing over the horizon. She shook her fist as she clung to the wreck of her Rattler. “Come back here! You can’t do this to me!” She pulled the trigger of her pistol only for it to spark and water to shoot out of it. The radio in the Rattler crackled to life, and Buzzer’s voice could be heard. “Cobra base calling the Baroness! We just saw that you splashed down! Do you er… require assistance?” The Baroness could only give an incoherent scream and throw her pistol at the radio. Several hours later, Emma Peel sat in her assigned quarters at the G.I. Joe base, looking over her notes for an upcoming lecture on astrophysics. She looked up at the sound of a knock on the door. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal Steed, still in his Destro suit and helmet, and carrying a bottle of champagne and glasses. Emma folded her arms in front of her as she raised an eyebrow at her partner. “You do realize you can take that off now?” Steed set the champagne and glasses on the table, then carefully loosened the helmet off his head. “I don’t know. I’m beginning to develop a taste for it. What could be better than to be a knight in shining armor?” Emma popped off the cork of the champagne and poured a glass. “More like a man sized toaster.” “Well, we can’t all look good in disguise as you, Mrs. Peel,” said Steed holding out an expecting hand. “All too true,” said Emma. She returned to her seat with the glass and took a sip of her champagne. Steed looked from the bottle to Emma in disappointment. “None for me?” “In that outfit?” Emma said. “We wouldn’t want you to rust.” Steed chuckled as Emma grinned back at him over the lip of her glass. “Steed, darling.”

Another good set-up, broadway. Sorry I missed this one. As for the match, while I'm very familiar with Baroness from the '80's G.I. Joe 'toon, I haven't seen the Avengers TV show or the '98 film, so I couldn't have said how Peel would've fared against her.

Yeah Gargantua most likely wins. Just like Orca he gives the Avengers a lot of trouble. The Jade Warlord is pretty much a god (he's a part of the Jade Court of Chinese lore) so he's probably a step below guys like Raiden and Fujin. Guilty Gear is one of the most powerful fighting games and Ramlethal, I say, would come in second. She may even be able to beat Gargantua. She can make force fields, those two big swords that are floating with her can attack independently, and just go and look at her super finisher (whatever it's called).