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Turmenista
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Postby Turmenista » Wed Dec 30, 2015 1:40 am

Awesome Title Goes Here

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Naval Station Epsilon, Unnamed Archipelago, South Pacific
7:30PM Local Time

Watts

One moment, Watts he felt like he was running away from the men in black, and another moment, he felt like he was falling several hundred feet to his doom, off an endless cliff.

It was one of those dreams people sometimes had, when they hit the ground they immediately woke up with a thud, and unexpectedly. Abruptly, watts opened his eyes, panting as he soon focused his eyes into reality.

Apparently he'd been tied onto that hospital bed for quite some time, gesturing by the darkness outside. He could see a helicopter flying to and fro of a nearby smoking volcano out of the window, as well as the moon's reflection in the ocean inside the cluster of tiny islands. The water seemed so shallow they were like puddles, but watts knew that this was actually the ocean. In reality they'd be large, but from the height he was at, it seemed much smaller.

Watts looked around the room for a second, tensing up as the door suddenly opened up. Two men entered the hospital room- An older aged Asian man carrying a clipboard and wearing a doctors coat, and a slim figure wearing a black, full body armor suit, like one he'd see a ninja or soldiers in the military wear. Judging from all that extra outer armor and padding, he couldn't tell if the person was male or female, so, for now, he'd just refer to the person as "it", because assuming someone was a robot would be the logical thing to do.

"Thank you, gentlemen." The doctor said. The thing in full body armor stood by the door, as the doctor pulled up a chair by Watts's bed. "Hello, Mr. Watts." He said.

"Hey, Doc." Watts waved his hand groggily. The doctor set a small tape recorder on the table nearby, and flipped a Red button, turning it on. "Dr. White beginning interview with Patient number..." He checked his files briefly. "Patient no. 119. Special Agent White Rabbit is in the room as.. a precaution."

Watts quickly checked his gray uniform. Looking for a number, he quickly found the matching number of 119 on the pocket. The uniform itself looked more of a prison uniform than an actual hospital patient one, at least, the design of it did.

"Hey um... Doc? Mind telling me where I am and why I'm here?" He asked.

"Certainly." The doctor said. "But let get you up to date on the recent happenings involving you." He paused. "Well... So far, you blew up half an Air Force base, produced a crater rivaling the one at Hiroshima, and, to top it all off, caused the injury of nearly all our retrieval staff. Thats how hard it was to retrieve you. Impressive, but I've seen better." He said. "Miraculously no civilian or personnel lives wet lost, and all it took to capture you was White Rabbit here. "

Watts took a glance at the heavily armored individual sitting by the door, making sure the men in suits by the door weren't looking in.

"Just him? I mean, it." He corrected himself.

"Her." The doctor corrected. "She's one of our 'Special' retrieval staff in Division Black. With enough time and study and training, I hope we can convince you to become one, too."

Watts paused. That guy was a girl?

"Uhm... Wait." He paused. "You know about my powers?" He asked.

"After the story you caused, basically everyone here does. Don't be surprised, with all these stories about superheroes you hear about the news, i wouldn't be surprised to see someone like you in here. We're a subdivision of the CIA, partially public. We exist to study the phenomena of these types of people, and prevent disasters like your situation from occurring and threatening the safety of us all. You were lucky that the area you were in wasn't a heavily populated civilian zone. Else who knows what would happen..."

Watts noticed several figures walking to and from the door to different directions. Though White Rabbit did not look outside the door's small window, Watts could tell, from her body language, that she was obviously on edge and uneasy.

"Where am I, anyways?" He asked, sitting up in his seat as he looked around the room."

"Naval Station Epsilon. In the pacific. Home to a very important Naval Port and this here hospital."

"So what's that outside the window?" Watts pointed to the Strange building nearby, with the flaming volcano in the background.

"Please be more specific, Patient 119." The doctor said.

"Both of 'em!" Watts suddenly stopped, clenching his fists. White rabbit stepped over, her boots clanking on the floor.

Don't blow anything up. Don't blow ANYTHING up. Watts kept telling himself.

"The.. Volcano, appeared just recently. I think it might be result of a superhuman. So far the two on the island show no real threat to us despite their power. That building, on the other hand.. Is classified storage."

"Classified storage, huh? If it's so ''classified' why not put it underground?" Watts asked.

"My question too. Now, let's continue." The doctor flipped through his clipboard after Watts looked back at the building. Sitting up in the bed, Watts found that the binds loosened, allowing his arms to move freely about.

"Okay, Mr. Watts," Dr. White began. "Let's ask a few questions about you. Please answer them to the best of your ability, if you are unable to answer one due to personal reasons, say 'pass'. Please note that you are being recorded, do you understand?"

Simple enough. "Yeah." He answered.

"Okay. Let's see..." The doctor murmured. Do you remember when your powers first showed up? Or have they been with you for as long as you can remember?"

"As long as I can remember." Watts answered.

"Okay, and have you, in the past, partaken in any activities that have conflicted with your special abilities, positively or negatively?"

Watts swallowed. "Well, for one thing I know my mom didn't want me to do any sports but.." He paused, grinning. "I had sex once, in college.." He chuckled, trying to hold his laughter in. "You can probably figure out why they started calling me 'the bomb' in bed.. Literally.."

"...Right." The doctor said. "Now, about that... How... Big, are your explosions, on average?"

This time, Watts cackled like a Hyena. "Okay, Doc...! What kind of 'explosion' are you referring to?" He snickered.

"Please be serious. This is a serious interview." The doctor said. Even White a Rabbit couldn't hold in a few chuckles.

Calming down, watts sighed, laughing a bit from that fit he had. "On average? A football field. You guys scared me so hard i made one the size of a small town... Oh, and, That one time when I almost drowned in the lake, I blew up an island..."

"Could you repeat that for me, please? d
Did you say 'Island'?"

"Yeah. Island. What about it?"

White Rabbit suddenly put her finger up to the side of her head for a second, listening in on the silent radio voices, before ripping off her helmet. "Doctor. Its-"

"I know about 'Her', rabbit. Let me finish this interview.

"But, Doctor-"

Vibrations ran through the entire hospital, rattling the medical equipment nearby Watts's bed. Watts looked around frantically, spotting a red-orange flash outside. "Is that-"

Outside, the building which had been labeled "classified storage" ceased to exist as a bright orange fireball engulfed it. "Um.."

More rattling filled the hospital. The doctor suddenly stood up, placing his finger on the Tape Recorder's red button. "Dr. White ending interview with Patient 119 due to Code Orange situations." He flipped the tape recorder off, standing up. "White Rabbit, prepare for my escort out of the facility." He ordered.

"What about me? What are you going to do with me, Doc?" Watts asked weakly. "I'm still bound to this bed.." He murmured.

"Doctor..." White rabbit checked the doors.

The Doctor took something out of his lab coat, which was instantly registered as a Gun in Watts's eyes. And it was. "Patient 119, in the event of a Code Orange situation, we are to eliminate all special patients for our own safety. A loose patient is nothing but danger, and considering your abilities, you would be a grave danger to this facility and its staff. So terminating you would be the only option we have, considering the time.

Watts tensed up, his heartbeat increasing. "I'm sorry." The doctor raised his weapon. "This is the only wa-"

Yet another explosion rattled the hospital. This time, it was close.

A fireball rushed through the hallways and vaporized the roof, sending a fiery shockwave through the entire room. This caused both the Doctor and white Rabbit to
Be flung from their feet, to the edge of the room. Watts saw the doctor slump over as his neck obviously was broken, but White Rabbit was nowhere to be seen after the explosion. Watts's bed fell over onto the side, allowing him to safely channel excess energy into his arms, slowly melting the binds he was attached to.

Looking up to the open night sky, he saw the volleys of tracer rounds firing after an unknown aircraft, along with the embers of the flaming roof falling onto them.

The object in the air could be seen taking the form of a young woman, to Watts's confusion. The woman preformed a somersault, before plummeting like a bomb towards the hospital.

Watts couldn't understand why the woman was getting larger every passing second. Then it hit Him. Literally.

She was coming right towards him.

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Naval Station Epsilon "Special Storage"
Unknown Archipelago, South Pacific
7:30PM Local Time


Veronica/Arma

Nobody really understood why or HOW Arma had regained consciousness and HOW she was up and running. The Station guards and local marines had already filled the hallways with Riot shields and machine guns, all aimed at her.

Arma yanked the wires out, which were connecting herself to the computer she was in before. To her, it felt good to move again, flexing her arm and creating a sphere of Wave-force energy which soon engulfed her hands.

"Take cover!" Veronica heard their shouting behind the doors, and smiled. Crushing the sphere in her palms, she scattered what remained out of her hands and towards the squad at the door. This produced a wave of energy shells similar to a 30mm auto cannon, smashing down both the doors, and the Squad at the doors.

Arma tossed the remaining energy down at her feet, the resulting explosion propelling herself into the air. Soon Finding herself as a military attack helicopter, she fired a volley of rockets down at the prison, grinning inside as the rockets penetrated deep inside the facility.

'Serves you right! That's for my father!' She'd shout, if she was not a helicopter. The resulting chain of explosives engulfed the entire "special storage" facility, flattening the palm trees outside with its resulting explosion.

From there, Arma would bank over, dodging the volley of AA fire threatening to take her down. This would allow her to fly over the hospital, avoiding the AA fire, for fear of accidentally hitting the hospital. Her tail rotor had started burning up from a stray round, and she was hit from head to toe with bullet holes, but they would buff out. Right?

From this, her automatic gun mounted on the back could target the individuals inside the hospital, including a few preparing to leave a room. A burst from her auto cannon sent the roof crumbling down, leaving the hospital rooms open for her. From there she could spot a few individuals inside preparing to flee.

Of course, she couldn't allow that to happen.

Quickly shifting from a helicopter to her human form, Veronica plummeted like an anvil towards the deceased doctor, slamming into the floor in the center of the room.

Apparently the fire had somehow burned off her clothes, even if she was a helicopter. This didn't make any sense, but in the end, didn't matter. For all she cared, she could've burst in the armory down the hallway and took some armor. All that mattered was finding whatever she was looking for, and getting out of here.

Which was, in this case, grabbing that guy crawling across the floor and kicking his ass. She lobbed the table to the corner of the room, sprinting over and preparing to beat down on the man when-

"Got you now, bitch!"

Something slammed into her side, and the last thing she new, she was pinned to the wall with a sword to her throat.


-----

Crossed Fates, Watts/Arma

At the sight of a naked girl who was just a helicopter a few second ago (not really naked, the fire covered up most of her), Watts knew some serious shit was going down.

And it wasn't porn.

Watts flopped out of the bed, performing the best Army crawl he could to cover. Already, he could hear the sound of bare feet stomping on the floor, most likely the girl sprinting towards him to move in for the kill. From his limited view he could see behind his cover, Watts could see a blur materialize in the corner of the room, from which White Rabbit came from, out of nowhere, smashing the girl into the wall. Watts saw Rabbit draw a sword from presumably a pocket dimension, from her palms. Rabbit held the sword to Arma's throat, while the girl used her free hand to slug the soldier in the face.

"Now's my chance.." Watts thought, placing his palms ahead of his face and locking onto the fighting women.

Arma, meanwhile, pushed Rabbit off of her, proceeding to slam the 'special' soldier onto the table. Arma was about to smash a chair onto Rabbit, when a shout was heard from the back of the room.

"HEY!" Watts called. The two's faces locked onto Watts's, but one would be dying today. Watts fired a beam from his palms, and Arma quickly grabbed White Rabbit by her arms, thrusting her in front of the beam originally aimed for her.

There was a scream, followed by a boom, as White Rabbit ceased to exist following the flash of life, save for the hundreds of charred pieces of her body scattered around the destroyed hospital room.

"Oh. Um..." Watts looked around the room, and Veronica shook her hands, blood and gore completely covering her.

Apparently, she looked mad, generating a gun in her palms as she aimed the weapon towards him.

"I should..-" Watts looked back at the window. It wasn't a long fall, and besides, his shield could brace the fall.

Right?

Time to test. Watts quickly sat down, tossing an energy bolt in the direction of the girl which she quickly deflected, and dodged as it began bouncing around the room. He then began charging his energy briefly, and soon found himself firing at the ends of his feet to get out of there. This caused him to slide out the open wall of the building, where he plummeted to the Ground below.

Watts's deployed shield took the brunt of the damage as he groaned, limping up and breaking into a trot, then into a jog, and finally a sprint as he landed in the shallow water, trying to swim/walk as fast as he could the nearby volcano Island. Meanwhile, Arma soon realized the threat level of the now blinking energy ball ricocheting off of the wall and dove out of the room, just in time to see the room- er, the entire floor of the hospital explode. The roof and upper floors gave way and fell right onto the lower floors, ultimately resulting in the total collapse of the building from the weight of the upper floors.

Watts turned around to see this, in horror, as the hospital turned into a pile of smoking, flaming debris. He turned tail, sprinting into the beach of the volcanic island as he turned around once more, hearing the dreaded sound of an A-10 warthog in the distance.

Apparently the girl had flared up some afterburners for the jet and was gaining quite some some altitude, before stalling above Watts. There was a flash above him as the girl plummeted to him once more like a bullet, landing on the nearby rock on the beach. This time, she had on combat armor but lacked a weapon, still menacing to Watts considering all he had was that raggedy hospital/inmate uniform.

"Look, lady.. girl.. transformer- thing." His hands were shaking slightly as he backed say from her. "I don't mean any trouble. Why don't we just part separate ways and forget everything that happened involving me and you?" He suggested. She didn't seem too fazed. "No. You're working with them." She insisted, balling her fists as she circle him.

"Them?" Watts asked. "Oh. You mean them? Division Black?" He chuckled. "Okay, FIRST OF ALL, lady, THEY captured me, and I have no intention of joining them anytime soon. Also, why are you so aggressive against, well, everyone?"

Veronica balled her fist as wave-force energy enveloped her, producing an aura of power that would be used later. "You're LYING." She growled. "You know how liars like you end up, punk?" She snapped.

"Blown up and in a hundred pieces like that hospital back there?" Watts guessed, smirking. "Originally I planned the same fate for you but you seemed like a nice and pretty person. Kinda bummed out you aren't.." He said. "So, I guess I could change my mind..."

"Let's just get this over with and fight already..." She hissed, moving the wave force energy into energy missile constructs orbiting around her body, ready go to fire station moment's notice.

Wait, She could do THAT? Watts thought to himself the many outcomes of the current situation, but was too careless to block the fist from smashing into the side of his face, breaking his chain of thought. All the while as he fell to the floor in slow motion, Watts couldn't stop thinking about this one thought:

Did I really let myself get Bitch Slapped like that?

He regained his footing, a pair of energy spheres appearing in both of his palms as he prepared to engage the transforming girl.

Badass Fight Scene + Music comes In later post
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Ex-Nation

Postby Charmera » Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:33 am

Imperial--japan wrote:
Charmera wrote:"That works." Kimiko spoke with a smile. Quite the commendable solution to their problem. "Though we should also clean up the mess of blood on your clothes too." She remarked, being the neat freak she was she didn't like things not being tidey, much less the blood of those unworthy girls getting on her favorite magical girl friend. She smiled widely when Kika asked where they were going.

"Oh Kika we're going to eat well tonight." Spoke the magical girl. "We're going to go to one of the finest Italian restaurants in Gotham. The five star "Casa di Maria". I've never been, and I thought the eve of our victory should be a nice time to give it a visit."

"It should be quite the treat for the both of us." She spoke. "Doesn't it sound nice?"

Kika was practically melting at the sound of her superiors voice and her description of the wonderful 'date' they were going to have. At the expense of a miniscule amount of magical energy, Kika's clothes slowly began to look cleaner as the blood evaporated in what looked like extreme heat. Not quite how physics worked, but this was magic.

"Physics go fuck yourself," Kika muttered under her breath and gave a little twirl when her appearance appeared to be presentable. The familiars, meanwhile, were still in the process of cleaning the blood and corpses from the church, but they could easily handle it while the duo was gone.

"So does that mean I can get some of that Chicken Alfredo stuff? My Uncle used to make that stuff. Said it was a...limosuine...cuisine?" Kika rambled for a bit in order to entertain her favorite magical girl.

Kimiko smiled as she saw her friend and ally twirl. She really did look pretty in that dress. She then took her hand in her own as she lead the both of them towards the restaurant. She was also quite happy with this turn of events, the two of them sharing a table at fancy restaurant. She was not at all phased by the fact that just a little while ago they had killed several people in brutal and horrific fashion, and were now leaving little gremlins to clean up the mess for them. This sort of thing was a regular reality for magical girls like Kimiko and Kika.

"Sure. I see no reason why not. It's an Italian restaurant after all, they're bound to have that sort of thing." Kimiko spoke. After a little bit of walking and chatting they found themselves in front of a very fancy Italian restaurant. Not too packed, and so they were able to get a table with little trouble. Kimiko couldn't help but smile at the ambiance and how nice this place looked. She had truly made a wondrous choice, as was to be expect of her.

"So, Kika. What do you plan on having?"
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Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Wed Dec 30, 2015 5:09 am

The Road Less Travelled
Part One: Good Intentions


Manifest flew to a keypad at the far side of the room he was in, recalibrating the sensors. "Julie? Can you hear me? I just finished a machine that should allow us to talk through your Lantern ring." He waited to see if she could respond.

"Yup. Reading you loud and clear." Julie spoke.

“Perfect.” Manifest smiled. “You free at the moment? I need you to come to the Universal Fortress. I've finally got everything ready to start.”

Julie nodded, activating the teleporter Manifest had given to her a while back. She found herself next to him, she activated her ring's suit, covering her in her White lantern uniform. "Alright. Ready when you are." She said.

Manifest raised an eyebrow. "New suit, eh? I know about Green and Yellow but what's a White Lantern?"

"White is supposed to be the colour of life... Or something. I'm pretty new to this." She explained. "Anywho, what did you bring me for? Starting this whole enterprise right?"

"Yeah." Manifest confirmed, nodding. "I rigged up a system to send an omni-wave signal to an entire Galaxy. I could increase it's range easily to the entire known Universe, but I don't want to do that until I know how difficult this will be in the long run." He waved his hand towards the wall, where a printer suddenly formed out of the metal. It printed a small packet. He flew over to it, picking it up and glancing over it.

Returning to her, he handed her the speech. "This is a briefing of the galaxy I've chosen, its inhabitants, and and the full details of the announcement I plan on making using my omni-wave signal. What do you think?"

Julie looked over the speech. "Well, it looks good. Though I'm a lantern, not a politician." She remarked. She handed the speech back to Manifest.

Manifest nodded slowly. "Alright." He summoned a small sphere, tossing it towards Julie. "Open it. There's a lever inside- It activates the broadcast system. You do the honors of taking the first steps towards a perfect Universe?"

"Well the universe wont be perfect until we find a way to cure Jet Lag and headaches forever." She joked, opening the sphere and then pulled the lever.

Just before she pulled the lever, Manifest raised an eyebrow and replied, “Nah, that’s Craig’s job.” Then he turned towards the transmitter, his expression suddenly sombre and serious.

"People of the Promethean Galaxy- I am Manifest. Recently, one of your intra-galactic neighbours, the Velosians, along with many other civilizations in this galaxy, was annihilated by Yuga Khan, a force more powerful than most can comprehend. He had the power to destroy an entire people by simply gazing upon them. The loss of his victims will never be forgotten, and the pain of the Promethean Galaxy will echo throughout the ages." He paused for a moment.

The passion was visible in his eyes. "I, along with my ally, a White Lantern of Life, are two of the few who stood in his path. We stood in the path of the unstoppable, and sought to halt him. We drew our swords at the sight of the invincible, and sought to strike him down. We sought to, and so we did. At our hands, along with those of our allies, Yuga Khan was defeated."

"I am not a man of war- No, I am a man that seeks to preserve peace. I am not a man of death, but one who has allied himself with a bringer of Life. In the coming times, I seek to bring about that peace, and ensure the survival of that Life." He breathed deeply. He knew that this next part would be one that certain individuals would not find... Pleasant.

"War is often seen as necessary. Those who perpetuate it say it is inevitable, and those who fight it simply say that it has never and shall never change. I disagree wholeheartedly. From this moment forth, any in the Promethean Galaxy who seek to perform War will find themselves halted by my hand. Any who seek to perform genocide will find their weapons gone. Any who seek to confront with an army will find that army disassembled. The specifics of this have been sent to the governments of each society in your galaxy. If you have any questions, please contact me. My information is being sent out in a data package to all compatible devices."

Manifest shut down the signal, sighing deeply. "If they use the information, they contact one of my Fragments- Parts of me, with my knowledge and control. What did you think, Julie?"

Julie smiled. "I think this is the dawn of a new day." She spoke. She now had faith in her friend, after helping him prepare for this.

"I trust you completely, Manifest."
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Postby The Republic of Atria » Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:03 am

"You know who else could use some tacos?" Naja asked as they returned home. She didn't need to explain who she was talking about, they both knew out of anyone, Otis could use a friend at the moment. Rather than using a motherbox to go from Praetoria to Attilan, they decided to fly and not scare him with the loud shock of a boom tube. It took a few minutes, but it was more polite. When they got to his home, the stech of something that had been burned filled the air. It was coming from his apartment. Naja knocked and heard Otis inside.

"It's open. Come in." Was the reply. They opened to find him with an Urn. "Mom said she always wanted to be cremated. I don't know about any crematoriums, so I did it myself. She hated funerals." He said without directly facing the two that entered his room. Placing the urn on a shelf he sat down on his couch and stared at the TV. Which was off. "I've had a bad day. I got into a fight... My mother died for the second time... Yeah... I've definitely seen better days." Despite all that having happened to him, he seemed surprisingly calm.

Naja sat next to him, placing her arm around him. "It's okay. We're your friends. We're gonna help you get through this. When was the last time you ate something? If there was ever a time for comfort food... It's now."

"I don't know... Suicide by ice cream sounds pretty cool..." He let out a small smile at his pun. "Mind if I call a friend? You guys know Julie, right? the Green Lantern?"

"Oh yeah. Sure. I'm sure she'd enjoy some time off." Xander said. "I know her. We were on a team awhile back. Nice girl. She your girlfriend?"

"No! Yes! Maybe! I don't know. She's really nice. And kinda cute. I know a good place where we could go. I need to get my mind off this whole thing for a few minutes. I think we should stay in Attilan. Xander, you'd be the only normal looking person if we were to go outside the city. I'm not in the mood to be stared at."

"I do miss Attilan a bit. Call Julie and we'll make it a double date."

"It's not a date, Okay." He said and grabbed his mother box. The name of the device wasn't helping him forget, but he'd be damned if it wasn't a great piece of technology. "Send a message to Julie." "Hey Julie. It's Otis. Xander and Naja are here asking if we want to go out on the town with them. I've had a rough day and I could use a friend right now. If you're busy, that's cool. Anyways, reply when or if you can." He said and sent the message to her ring.

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Postby New Rob Halfordia » Wed Dec 30, 2015 3:14 pm

Retcon
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Postby New Rnclave » Wed Dec 30, 2015 4:32 pm

I Want You to Hurt Me: Part Two

( Six Weeks Since Tomia's Abduction


It'd been weeks since she'd managed to find her way out of the hospital. It'd been weeks since she'd been utterly humiliated twice in a single day. It was only worse that she was only another statistic. Another injury Hiroshi was responsible for. As if he hadn't already done enough to her.

Now she just wanted to try and get back to her life, and get back to her regular life, but it haunted her. She was always haunted by the shadow of the Hybrid, Hiroshi. First by the assault on her, years ago, where he played with her as if she was just some object which he owned. They'd grown up together, close friends in a world where you only looked after yourself. But for whatever reason, once he'd hit maturity, he'd chosen her as his first in a long string of victims.

An angry kick collided with the bark of an old tree, pain shooting up her leg as he retracted it, only to strike out again seconds later. Furious eyes bore into the tree as she labored. It used to be only him who haunted her, but now, the fact that she was a weak and pitiful bitch had been thrown back into her face. A red skinned giant had up and walked away with her daughter. The memory made her stomach twist angrily as she struck out again. It wasn't even Hiroshi anymore. Every one who met her treated her like an object, another thing to conquer. Just like he had.

Sweat threw itself from her body as she struck out with her bloodiedfist, her knuckles ripping through the rough bark. The entire thing exploded as her hand hit it, energy surging through it, as fragmented bits of smashed tree scattered all around her, raining loudly onto the forest floor. Breathing roughly, Ariel looked forward, trying to keep her heart calm. She'd been training for hours, every day, only thinking about trying to be more then she was. She wasn't just some thing for people to abuse, use, or anything.

Reminded only more so by the next humiliation at the hands of that red bitch, being saved only by the sheer fact that she was Tomia's mother and supposedly important to Hiroshi. Everyone simply assumed that he was some hero now, because he beat up a monster in a Satan City. They acted as if he was somehow looking out for Earths best interests, or worse, that humanity should be grateful. Every day she'd had to think on it, the more bitter she'd become over the entire matter. Watching him fight that Broly monster had made her sick. If for no other reason then it's reminder that she was pitifully weak.

Then there was his worse insult of all.

Her daughter had simply fell into his hands, with almost no effort. Ariel had spent years raising the Quarter Saiyan, trying to erase any impacts or characteristics she might have inherited. Now what had happened? Tomia had witnessed first hand, the brutality the Hybrid-Saiyan was willing to dish out, onto a demon and another Saiyan. Yet, when she'd been returned for the rare moments he allowed Ariel to have her, Tomia almost worshipped the man. She'd cheered when edited news footage of Hiroshi fighting Broly played, the Hyrbid having shown up with Golden hair and strange eyes, only to wreck the city in the aftermath of his battle.

"Mommy!" Tomia shouted out from their backyard. Turning from the forested range near her house, Ariel stared as the little girl quickly covered the ground, a paper clutched tightly in her dirty fingers.

Her feelings were immediately mixed. On the one hand, she wanted to see her , as anyone who cared about their children would. On the other hand, she was so... behind. How many years did it take to develop the kind of power she'd seen Hiroshi and that Broly monster throw around?

" Tomia, honey, what did I tell you? I have to train. So I can protect us." Ariel answered gently, the excitement almost immediately draining from her daughters face.

" Your always training." Tomia muttered under her breath, her shoulders sagging as she turned away from her.

The remark immediately made Ariels jaw tighten, her features stiffening as she almost glared at her child. She'd repeatedly told her why she trained, so she could prevent anyone like Garlic Junior from every hurting them again. But Tomia ignored her almost everytime. While it was hard to blame Tomia for not being angry, seeing as she was still young and didn't know the world doing revolve around her, Ariel didn't think it was too much to ask.

" Excuse me young lady? What was that?"

" Nothing." Tomia muttered quietly. " I'll go."

For all her annoyance at having her training interrupted, Ariel felt her heart sink as the child turned away dejectedly. Kneeling down, she gingerly held her daughters hand, softly looking at her. A folded piece of paper sat in her hand.

" Go ahead and show me kiddo."

Immediately light seemed to brighten behind the girl's blue eyes, she took several steps forward and handed the piece of paper to her mother excitedly. Taking it from the girl's dirty hands, Ariel could immediately see apprehension and anticipation replace excitement. As soon as she started to open it, she could feel the crayon underneath her fingers. It had been pretty easy to predict it being a picture. When it unfolded in front of her, she saw four poorly drawn figures on the page, on what appeared to be a grassy background and a poorly coloured blue sky.

Of course, it was her daughter's drawing, so Ariel immediately tried to play up her own excitement and happiness over it. The first three figures were easy to decipher. There was her, Videl, and the red woman, who despite Ariels protests, watched Tomia after school. Of course the unwelcome sight had to be there. It almost made her fingers tense enough to crumble the drawing itself in that moment. The man with a tail, Hiroshi, stood off to the side with a big smile of his own on the picture.

It was impossible to stay looking excited or happy upon seeing it. It was perfectly telegraphed to her daughter as well, and before she could vehemently respond to the Hybrids presence, the nervous little girl stepped forward.

"You see, that's me," Tomia commented quitely, pointing at herself. "Then there is you, and then Miss Claudia. She's really nice, and she helps me with my homework and buys me ice cream, so I wanted to put her in," she went on to explain. "And then there is Hiroshi! He's got a tail like me, and he was-"

Slowly, Ariel cringed, her shaking hands pushing the drawing back towards her daughter, almost forcing her to take it back. The look on the girl's face would have normally broken her mothers heart. Hiroshi was a monster, and she'd increasingly never had the heart to tell her. It wasn't a subject she wanted to talk about to her daughter, at least not right now. There was no real way she'd understand, and she refused to just accept that Hiroshi was a 'bad' man, all because of that damn tail. It was probably the only reason she was so obsessed with him besides him having saved her.

" Tomia, I've explained to you before." Ariel said quietly. " Me and Hiroshi don't like each other."

" But he saved me!"

Seizing up, Ariel felt the urge to lash out at Tomia's mentioning if the Saiyans mind games. Everything he did was another attempt to steal her daughter away, every heroic act was a cover for another terrible deed.

Pointing her shakigj finger towards the house, Ariel all spit at her daughter. " House. Now."

" But. But... I wanna train-"

" No." Ariel almost shouted, her features tightening as she looked down at Tomia. " House, right now!"

Turning away from her, Ariel heard a tiny sob come from the little girl, before the sound of her retreating footsteps told her that she was at least doing what she was told.

" You're so mean!" The furious accusation echoed around her as her shoulders sagged, Ariel tryin her best to put the incident out of her mind.

Stepping towards the next tree which would find itself to be her victim, Arieo drew her a high arms up, her bloodied knuckles shaking slight to from exhaustion.. The air around her felt calm, as if too calm. There was a subtle vibration in it a moment later, immediately distracting her concentration. It wasn't a animal by any means, it was too fast. Turning her head towards the first part of the disturbance, she saw nothing, but whatever it was, was moving all around her. Taking a step to one backwards in a panic, looking around, Ariel felt fear beginning to creep up her spine as she scanned for the disturbance.

When she made another turn, there was a figure standing there, right in front of her. It was enough to make her almost jump out of her skin. Before even verifying who it was, she'd already frantically fallen away, her arms flying to cover her face as she resided herself for an assault. Peaking through her guard, she saw... no one.

It was like losing her mind.

"You know," an all too familiar voice remarked from behind. "Someone should really teach you to sense energy."

Frantically turning to look at the source, Ariel felt her eyes narrow dangerously on the Monster which had come to visit her.

'Hiroshi'
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REQUIEM AETERNAM

Part 4, or War Crimes




We stepped forward.

We did so blindly. All of us. Almost all of us.

I walked over what, at first glance, seemed like a corpse, but it was actually an alive Earthling.

A female soldier in American military wear. Face almost completely burnt, left leg and arm chewed off by an explosive. A bunch of tiny holes in the chest and blood everywhere. As I approached her, she began moaning, moaning in ceaseless agony. Screaming for help in her language.

I stopped a fellow soldier and asked if we should help her, maybe drag her to a camp. He shrugged it off and spoke in a thick Russian accent:

"What, you want to help the Enemy here?"

I said nothing, and he walked away. Perhaps I should do so too.

With that thought, I moved on, as the female soldier sank into the thick mud more and more.

I took out the command transmitter from my coat's inner pocket. It still works. Good.

"If you do not stop the Enemy here, he will murder everyone from Warsaw to Vladivostok. So stop him." is what the screen said, like a true mentor.

I see that many other people follow his guidance, too, not just me.

...

We marched forward.

Forward.

Forward to victory?

"Forward to victory!"

Thank you, colonel. You cleared my doubts there.

But is that victory we truly seek?

...

Our caravan suddenly stopped. The colonel, the leader of the 10 000 men strong army, raised his hand and calmed everyone down.

It was a small village. A village of a few hundred people, at most. They were already watching us from their broken, sharded windows and ravaged fields.

They tried to live here - I could see farms and agricultural tools lying around - but fate took the wrong turn.

The colonel walked up to one of the men - the oldest one and with seemingly better clothes than the others, so he's probably the authority here - and began talking with him. In definitely an unpleasant tone, with shouts of anger and finger pointing. I couldn't tell what they were saying, as it wasn't Lithuanian, but there were clues. The elder was cowering in fear and trying to apologize or something, while the officer was pissed beyond belief.

A minute of raging passed, and the colonel finally moved back, then turned to us and spoke.

"These men are traitors. Execute."

Wait! Hold on! You mean...

Before my eyes, the few dozen soldiers in the first row raised their guns and fired a volley of bullets at all the civilians that gathered here to meet our forces. For the first time in my life, I saw what I never believed was possible. I mean, I do some killing from time to time, but this is way, way different. When you fight a supervillain, then it's usually for a cause, and it's a fair fight with both sides having chances to win. When you are in a war, your opponents are at least armed - they can try to fight, at least a little bit.

But now this!

This!

They were unarmed civilians! How does one even manage to gather the courage, and the bloodthirst, to do such a thing, and so emotionlessly?

"What are you looking at?" the colonel commented after seeing my shocked face, then exclaimed:

"Move, people! We have to catch the American forces before they join up with reinforcements! We'll have to march faster! For the Empire, men and women!"

"UŽ LIETUVĄ!" everyone saluted. The colonel took a bottle of liquid from some soldier, lit it up and threw it at the nearest house. It certainly got a lot warmer...

This is Hell. This is truly Hell.

...




"Move! Move!"

We were being pushed into heavy artillery fire by our commanders like ceremonial victims to a fire.

After a few days of march, recapturing enemy occupied towns along the way, we were - surprise - attacked. It was an ambush - an enemy unit hid there, somewhere in the woods, possibly alerted that we are coming. Yeah, who wouldn't know that we are there, and not somewhere else? You could see this caravan from a thousand kilometers away - we're just not bothering to hide our position. Our leaders really trust the Iron Wolf - we were attached to this, I believe, "Third Counter-Attack Corps" for a reason - testing out our capabilities.

They bombarded us with shells and bombers. Fighters slammed forwards and laid heavy fire. Troubling. One of us put up a powerful energy barrier, buying us some time to prepare. The forest around us was already completely leveled down, so no hiding spots for us.

"1st and 3rd Divisions, move with me! Build field fortifications! Corps B and C units, prepare defensive positions! Corps A units, thin their ranks out a bit, give the barrier girl some rest!"

'Barrier Girl'. Huh. She was here, next to me - not the happiest face expression I've seen.

Anyway, move. The other Corps A members had already leaped up and flown out of the ring. I suppose I should do that too. With a few steps for acceleration, I jumped forward and flashed right through the shield, only to be greeted with everything that they had in their arsenal.

Laser blasts. Where the hell did they lasers?

Bullets. Okay, understandable.

Wait... is that a mech there, in the background? What in the world...

I landed on a rock, avoiding splashing mud all over the place, then charged to attack. No Heat Blade. I am not going to let them die in such misery again.

A soldier. Boom, nice elbow strike. He was flung out faster than a speeding bullet.

Some tank over there. Energy blast. No more.

Helicopter a few dozen hundred hundred meters above. Eye blast. Taken down.

Some officer meta jumped on my back. I crashed to the ground, face up, and blasted the bastard with an energy blast as soon as he let go.

He was murmuring something. Eh? I looked at him. He was still alive.

"So is this a celebration of World War II's anniversary or are you actually doing the sequel this time?" his mouth muttered. He was smiling.

"Er, what?"

"You look like a Nazi, for crying out loud! All that black uniform, armband, cap and the like..."

Uh, who? I look like who?
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The Republic of Atria wrote:"You know who else could use some tacos?" Naja asked as they returned home. She didn't need to explain who she was talking about, they both knew out of anyone, Otis could use a friend at the moment. Rather than using a motherbox to go from Praetoria to Attilan, they decided to fly and not scare him with the loud shock of a boom tube. It took a few minutes, but it was more polite. When they got to his home, the stech of something that had been burned filled the air. It was coming from his apartment. Naja knocked and heard Otis inside.

"It's open. Come in." Was the reply. They opened to find him with an Urn. "Mom said she always wanted to be cremated. I don't know about any crematoriums, so I did it myself. She hated funerals." He said without directly facing the two that entered his room. Placing the urn on a shelf he sat down on his couch and stared at the TV. Which was off. "I've had a bad day. I got into a fight... My mother died for the second time... Yeah... I've definitely seen better days." Despite all that having happened to him, he seemed surprisingly calm.

Naja sat next to him, placing her arm around him. "It's okay. We're your friends. We're gonna help you get through this. When was the last time you ate something? If there was ever a time for comfort food... It's now."

"I don't know... Suicide by ice cream sounds pretty cool..." He let out a small smile at his pun. "Mind if I call a friend? You guys know Julie, right? the Green Lantern?"

"Oh yeah. Sure. I'm sure she'd enjoy some time off." Xander said. "I know her. We were on a team awhile back. Nice girl. She your girlfriend?"

"No! Yes! Maybe! I don't know. She's really nice. And kinda cute. I know a good place where we could go. I need to get my mind off this whole thing for a few minutes. I think we should stay in Attilan. Xander, you'd be the only normal looking person if we were to go outside the city. I'm not in the mood to be stared at."

"I do miss Attilan a bit. Call Julie and we'll make it a double date."

"It's not a date, Okay." He said and grabbed his mother box. The name of the device wasn't helping him forget, but he'd be damned if it wasn't a great piece of technology. "Send a message to Julie." "Hey Julie. It's Otis. Xander and Naja are here asking if we want to go out on the town with them. I've had a rough day and I could use a friend right now. If you're busy, that's cool. Anyways, reply when or if you can." He said and sent the message to her ring.

Julie got the message, excusing herself from Manifest as soon as she was reasonably able. She took a teleported strait to Attilan. It didn't take her too long to scan for the omega energy, though she could have scanned for other signs of Otis' presence. She then flew towards him, seeing Alex and Naja, she gave them a warm smile.

"Hey Otis." She spoke. "You said you had a rough day, so I decided to put work on hold." She spoke. "Thought I'd skip the reply and head on over myself..."

She then awkwardly paused, idly figetting with her ring. "So... what's up?"
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Mars heard the conversation between Nico and Xyri, hearing Xyri's report about the armed men on the bottom floor. He frowned a bit. None of the survallaince footage was showing any of that. "They must have blocked off that areas' security system from this server. Alright, well we need to get down there." He said before turning to Vera who was above him. "Vera, you think you can find us a way down through the airshafts?" Mars asked the teammate accompanying him.

Nico turned to the two girls with him. "Come on, we don't have time to wait for the others. Cat, can you use Jordan's memories to find a way inside?" Nico asked, more serious and rash sounding than usual. He was clearly upset and determined to find his parents and get justice and answers.

"On it" Vera says quietly, with a nod before heading off to find an air-duct. After a little bit a searching, she finds an opening to what appears to be a straight airshaft down, but as she takes a look inside she realizes it's not an airshaft at all. Bringing up her communicator, "Hey Mars, can you remind me, was there an Elevator in this area? I don't recall seeing one while we were planning." She says, climbing into the open Elevator shaft and keeping a hold on the wall. Looking down she could see the elevator itself stopped in what is most likely the basement, and looking up she notices that many of the floors she can see don't have doors. After Relaying that information to Mars, as well as giving a few guesses at the floors that there are doors at she can see in case Nico or Cat know of anything connecting those floors, she remains in the elevator shaft, keeping watch on the elevator so she can warn the others if it starts moving.
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Naja put her hands on Otis's shoulders. "Otis here, has had a rough day. So, we're trying to cheer him up and he thought you'd like to come along." Se could tell Otis had a thing for Julie, and what better way to get his mind off things than hanging out with his crush? "We're gonna get some food, talk, and have a good time. Things have been tense lately and I think it's time we unwind a bit. Sound cool?" She asked. "My treat."

"Hi Julie." Otis waved nervously. "Yeah... Umm... Naja covered most of it. We're eating here in Attilan. So we don't have to worry about getting shooed out because we have a rainbow of skin colors... And half of us have tails."

"If you really want to get technical. Xander is the weird one in the group. No differing skin tone." Naja teased her husband. "No tail... No retractable claws. Just soft pink skin and a dire need for a haircut."

"So why are you picking on me all of a sudden?" He asked, crossing his arms. "And as for my hair, try finding a barber that can cut it."

"Because you're boring!" She teased before whipping her tail in front of his face. "I'm just joking you big goon. I love you and all your blandness. At least get a hair tie. Put it in a ponytail. I'll braid it."

"I draw the line at the hair tie. You're not braiding my hair."

"See what I mean? Boring. I love you, but you need to learn to unwind a bit. Have you watched any TV liked I asked you to?" She was making it a thing to try and make Xander more relaxed rather than him constantly working on his projects to get the Earth into a spaceworthy state and saving the multiverse from genocidal psychopaths. By the look she got, it was assumed that he didn't. She sighed. "Did you at least watch the first episode of One Punch Man? I even left it on for you and it's only twenty minutes long."

"Wait, you haven't seen One Punch Man? That's my jam right there. That fight with Boros? Holy crap, that was amazing. Love the Consecutive Normal Punches. Like how how normal punches are strong enough to liquefy someone strong enough to blow up planets? I know there's a comic convention in town next week. I'm thinking about going as Boros. Since he's the only character in the series with blue skin... Julie! You could be Tatsumaki!"

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REQUIEM AETERNAM

Part 5, or Deja Vu




The defeated meta laughed, then lightly spat on my face. Son of a... Alright, keep yourself together. You've seen enough bloodshed throughout your lifetime, so calm down, stop being such a drama queen and listen to orders! As such, I rose up from my kneeling position and blasted the bastard into oblivion.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that, though. I mean, what did he ever do to me to deserve this? I mean, besides the spitting on my face part.

Stop doing this, Frank! Stop having empathy and stuff! You're a cold-blooded killer, like the rest of your race! War should be paradise to you!

'Paradise'? How is a place where innocents are murdered daily considered paradise? And speaking of my race-

BLARGH!

A moment later, I found myself on the ground a dozen meters away from my former location, the place that just became a crater clouded in dust and smoke. Context clues tell me that something probably just blasted me back in a revenge kill attempt. Alright, focus! I took out the Heat Blade once more. What's it going to be?

No time to wait. I charged forward, right into the dust cloud, blindly slashing forward and brashly sacrificing all possible strategic advantages. But who cares, killing and things! As I ran, the blade suddenly stopped in mid-air for no apparent reason. The smoke was still thick and opaque, the farthest that I could see was the weapon's handle.

Oh, and that thi- BOOM! It was a punch! I crashed back, right to the side of the crater, though, luckily, still holding onto my weapon.

The dust is a problem. I better clear it. As such, I raised my finger and fired a volley of energy blasts that picked up some of the particles and shot out of the cloud. Now I could see what's happening more clearly.

What I saw was an another American, probably a meta due to all this jacking non-realistic muscle, charging right at me and preparing a tackle.

Oh. That.

Yet another BOOM followed, this time pounding me right to the earth below. At least it wasn't all muddy and moist. He wouldn't give me a break, though, running up to me and sending a barrage of punches, each one pushing me deeper and deeper into the ground.

That's no good. I dodged a few punches, but they were fast and big enough that I couldn't really avoid them. Not in base form, at least, but I'm not planning to use Influx in this fight. It's just an Earthling. And Earthlings are supposed to be weak.

I launched a few energy blasts at his face and chest, but with no avail. Crap. He took them like a concrete wall takes footballs - as in, without even flinching. Come on, think! There has to be a way!

Oh.

How did I forget.

I struck his left side with the Heat Blade as hard as I could, but not only did it do zero damage, but even healed some of the wounds on his face. The weapon got weaker, started shining less brightly.

Heat manipulators. Those exist. Right.

And now he's finishing me off! Gathering energy in his right palm, making what looks like white hot fire. If this keeps up, I'm transfo-

Ah! What was that? A blast... seemingly out of nowhere... right through the poor meta's skull. That takes some real skill right there. As the headshotted American's body fell to the side, I started to slowly lift up my body and get myself out of the hole that he literally punched me in. It was bigger than I thought.

Man, what even was that? Must be a pretty powerful warrior, for sure... Oh, wait! I hear footsteps. He's there. Walking towards me. Who is it...

"Hey, you seem to be in a bit of trouble here." he said, and I immediately recognized the voice. It's that guy! Suddenly, my body got lifted out of the hole like it was a subject of telekinesis, and thrown on the ground. But I don't think telekinesis worked that well on me before...

I raised my head. He spoke:

"Hi... you're a recruit, right? I'm Prince Lucien. I suppose we're close allies now."

THAT one. I stood up and cleaned my coat a bit. There is one question I really need to ask him. "Say, aren't you a little young to be on the battlefield?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." he replied with an innocent and cheerful expression, as if unaware of the thousands being slaughtered around us.

You...

"Shouldn't your father be worried about losing his heir in action or something?"

"Uh, what's an 'heir'? And Dad's not really worried. He trusts me."

"I don't think trust will be enough here, there's power levels involved. And my name's Frank Mayhem, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Frank. Frankly, I don't see the problem, here."

"Stop it."

Lucien laughed a bit. "Sorry, I'll avoid doing that again. Anyway, you seem to be having a bit of a problem with these guys. I'll give you a hand, but only for this time."

Who does he think he is? Well, I mean, he probably thinks he's the Prince and thus of higher class than me...

I grumbled a bit, turned around and leaped forward, towards the enemy ranks. The energy shield had already faded, so all Hell was upon our positions. They ran and charged forward, only firing a few bullet volleys to take us out of the way.

Easy peasy. They're moving directly at me. I loosened the grip on my Heat Blade and prepared the throw it forward, but as I was just about to attack, Lucien blasted the group with one solid, powerful energy beam.

Where did that come from?

The Prince didn't stop, and rammed head first into a tank, destroying it and an entire battalion behind it. Afterwards, he did some energy cuts, slashes and blasts to clear out the area. A few metas charged at him, but with no avail.

Alright, stop watching him and do something, darn it!

I threw my Heat Blade right into the chest of a giant robot, then followed suite, punching right through the poor thing. Where's the sword? Oh, over there, stuck in the chassis. I flashed in front of it, took it out and immediately tossed it towards a group of enemies. This time, it was simpler - the blade came back to my hand like a boomerang. Ancient Earthlings used those.

Soon, someone blasted me from the side. Another meta. I mean, America is a place that's crawling with them. This one was weaker than the last one, though, only managing to lightly scratch me. I just shrugged and retaliated with my own energy blast, bigger, stronger, faster. Well, no need to spend more time with him - let's see what...

Wait. Why didn't I hear an explosion? What ha-

BOOM!

That meta was supposed to be dead! I looked at him. He had just punched me in the face! And he isn't even scratched! And the punch was even stronger than the blast before! Wait... if he can absorb energy, then... dick.

I raised the Heat Blade, preparing for a defensive approach. Now, wait for him to strike-

Another BOOM. Darn it! Lucien jumped into the fight. And with his first move, he rolled a 12 and punched right through the poor Earthling's heart. My eyes followed the one-hit killed meta's body as it fell back to the ground, where it came from. Like the rest of this planet's population. Lucien's hand was pretty bloody, but he didn't seem to bother that much.

"I don't believe you." I spoke. Lucien was confused.

"Uh, what do you mean, Frank?"

"I don't believe the fact that you're an Earthling."

"Earthling? We just call them humans here. And I'm pretty sure I'm a person - I mean, Dad isn't an alien or something..."

I didn't bother to continue, and instead looked around. The skies were clearing again, and the evening sun started shining upon the survivors. Enemy forces were retreating once again, with incredibly heavy losses on their side. The ground was once again riddled with dead and dying bodies.

"Say, Lucien," I suddenly spoke up. "How come all this bloodshed has no impact on you? You seem so cheerful and happy despite thousands dying wherever you go."

"Well, at first I had a lot of problems with that, I couldn't even step into the battlefield without crying. But Dad told me that all of this is for a good cause, and from then on I constantly remind myself that."

How sad.
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The Republic of Atria wrote:Naja put her hands on Otis's shoulders. "Otis here, has had a rough day. So, we're trying to cheer him up and he thought you'd like to come along." Se could tell Otis had a thing for Julie, and what better way to get his mind off things than hanging out with his crush? "We're gonna get some food, talk, and have a good time. Things have been tense lately and I think it's time we unwind a bit. Sound cool?" She asked. "My treat."

"Hi Julie." Otis waved nervously. "Yeah... Umm... Naja covered most of it. We're eating here in Attilan. So we don't have to worry about getting shooed out because we have a rainbow of skin colors... And half of us have tails."

"If you really want to get technical. Xander is the weird one in the group. No differing skin tone." Naja teased her husband. "No tail... No retractable claws. Just soft pink skin and a dire need for a haircut."

"So why are you picking on me all of a sudden?" He asked, crossing his arms. "And as for my hair, try finding a barber that can cut it."

"Because you're boring!" She teased before whipping her tail in front of his face. "I'm just joking you big goon. I love you and all your blandness. At least get a hair tie. Put it in a ponytail. I'll braid it."

"I draw the line at the hair tie. You're not braiding my hair."

"See what I mean? Boring. I love you, but you need to learn to unwind a bit. Have you watched any TV liked I asked you to?" She was making it a thing to try and make Xander more relaxed rather than him constantly working on his projects to get the Earth into a spaceworthy state and saving the multiverse from genocidal psychopaths. By the look she got, it was assumed that he didn't. She sighed. "Did you at least watch the first episode of One Punch Man? I even left it on for you and it's only twenty minutes long."

"Wait, you haven't seen One Punch Man? That's my jam right there. That fight with Boros? Holy crap, that was amazing. Love the Consecutive Normal Punches. Like how how normal punches are strong enough to liquefy someone strong enough to blow up planets? I know there's a comic convention in town next week. I'm thinking about going as Boros. Since he's the only character in the series with blue skin... Julie! You could be Tatsumaki!"

"I watched the first episode with Otis. It was interesting... Someone so powerful yet bored." She remarked. Julie liked the show vaguely, though she wasn't as in love with it as everyone else in her life seemed to be. She was giving it a try though, seeing where the series would go. "I found old holo projections of Martian opera and theatre I had somewhere in my trunk, as well as a few alien cartoons and comic books I read during my time traveling the galaxy. If anyone feels like watching them at some point. She then regarded Otis' idea for a comic convention and smiled.

"I guess I could. Honestly though I could be just about anyone. Martian shapeshifting is great for cosplay and halloween." She remarked.
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Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:20 am

Old Friends


On New Years, billions of people all over the world look forward to the coming year- To new opportunities, to new promises, to new love, and new hope. They cheer as one year passes on to another and the end of an era is transformed into the new, where they swear to their hearts, to their minds, perhaps their very souls, that this one will be different.

I will get the girl. Says one, proudly and to nobody.

I will better myself. Says another, looking into the mirror.

I will move on. Says the last, looking at an old picture.

And yet, it never is. The lonely man typically becomes yet more. The self-doubtful all too often become the self-loathing, and those lost in the past oft find themselves entrenched in it.

Of course, not every story ends with such an overshadowed message of futility. There are the increasingly common exceptions- The promise that becomes truth, the silent fatigue that is loudly proclaimed to have passed. Such tales happen by the hour, and doubtlessly you have had your fill already. While full of hope, and succeeding in their endeavour to make the world that much a better place, let us instead look at a tale of loss whose pain has yet to be repaired. A tale of sorrow whose tears yet fall, and a tale of hopelessness where no hope may ever truly be found.




"So, you're the new SWAT head, huh?" Boxer looked the new guy up and down cautiously. "Tough job to fill in this city."

The man shrugged. "Tough man for a tough job. You're Boxer, right? Heard that the GCPD took up an entire new department. A lot of badges weren't too fond of that at my old precinct."

Boxer narrowed his eyes. "Yeah? And what'd their Commissioner think?"

The man chuckled. "Woah there. I was fine with it. I've always figured that Gotham was a special case. What works in Metropolis would never work here. That's why I asked for the transfer- So I could see the other way police deal with vigilantes."

Boxer relaxed slightly, but raised an eyebrow. "Why not New York, then? They've got more than enough to go around."

He shrugged again. "Metropolis PD and the NYPD have crossed paths in the past. We deal with things more or less the same. Here in Gotham, though..." He thought for a moment. "Things are different. I don't know enough about your operations to say anything for sure."

Boxer paused and looked the man up and down once more. Finally, he relented. "Welcome to the force, Bard."

"Hope I've made a good first impression." The new SWAT head smiled. He could tell this wouldn't be his last interrogation, but it was certainly easier than he expected to be accepted.




A few hours later, Boxer retired for the night, waving the doorman goodbye as he passed through the door, putting on his coat and grabbing his umbrella for the rain. He frowned as he noticed that the streetlights were off and he could still see through the rain. He glanced upwards, seeing the sun just above the horizon, and glanced downwards at his wrist. 8:13 AM. Another accidental all-nighter. He sighed, walking to his car. Five times in as many days.

As he drove home, his thoughts kept wandering to the new hire, Jason Bard. His records were perfect- Boxer had gone over them time and time again, looking for anything. His story checked out, and the local news thought he was as much a Hero as Superman sometimes. Considering he was Metropolis PD's Commissioner, this was no small feat. Yet, something was still bothering him. Seeing Bard at the SWAT Head's desk... At Retlyer's old desk- It didn't feel right. Yeah. Bard went through the motions, Hell, he was probably a damn good officer... But he wasn't immune to bullets- Like Retlyer. He didn't fight through Gotham with Boxer- Like Retlyer. He didn't see the city's streets bathed in blood and become stronger from it...

Like Retlyer.

Ah. Boxer finally understood. Now I get it.

The reason he was so uncomfortable with Bard was that all he could think about when he saw Bard's desk was his old partner. The two had become brothers in all but blood since Retlyer joined the GCD, so long ago. Retlyer had all the idealism Boxer had, without the cynicism. All the hope without the realism, and all the motive to clean up the streets without their grime in his upbringing. After he disappeared before Boxer's eyes, the GCPD spent weeks searching for him- To no avail. There weren't any superpowered Villains who could do anything like this, and even the Bats had no luck in the case. One visitor who was called in by the Bats, John Constantine, had a strange glint in his eye, but when Boxer asked him about it, Constantine had little to say.

"You're friend's gone, mate. Don't know who he pissed off, or even how, but that man is never coming back." With that, Constantine walked out, stopping at the door. "I'd stop looking, if I were you. It'll just make things harder."

Naturally, Boxer didn't listen to him. Now, after so long, Boxer was the only one still searching. Searching for answers, for clues, for anything. His brother was missing and presumed dead, and damned if anyone seemed to care.

Boxer stopped his car and began to get out, not realizing that he hadn't actually driven home. Instead, he drove to the old GCD base, now a retrofitted GCPD fortress. He paused, letting the rain patter against his head as he stared at its walls. He lived here in the days of the GCD- Even before the collapse, when it was just him and his Runners, he lived here. He walked up to its gate and hesitated, wondering what he would say. At last he tapped the buzzer.

"This is a GCPD private location, please state your name, occupation, and purpose."

"Boxer, Runner Head... Memories."

"Boxer? As in, Boxer of... Huh. Come on in."

The gate opened and Boxer entered, filled with new resolve. If the present can't discover answers about what happened...

Then maybe the past will.




And so the man who lived in the past became entrenched in it, certain he will discover meaning where none exists and motive where there is naught but the whims of beings far more powerful than he can even imagine.

For every twenty tales of heroics and incredible achievement, there is at least one of despair. Never forget that, but neither should you let it weigh you down- For while men such as Boxer shall forever exist, so too shall an inevitable end to their pain come. Whether it is in absolution or death is impossible to tell, and impossible to prevent. Instead of worrying about the inevitable future, or locking yourself in the unchangeable past, focus on the malleable present- Make yours a life worth living well, and make your tale one worth telling fondly.
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"That should work." Craig said, nodding to himself. "I'll take you to the treadmill, and then, you'll have to exercise as hard as possible. When you're done, mini tears in your muscles will open, and your body will build more muscle tissue over them. But before your body has the chance to do so, I'll have my nanites go into your body, open the tears a bit larger, and add artificial, much stronger tissue. And then, to add something more, I'll keep those nanites in your blood stream and they'll be mini doctors and mechanical red blood cells, patching you up the moment you get hurt."

He chuckled a bit at CeeCee's next words. "Yes, it would be a bit hard to rip off both arms by yourself. As for the blood issue, I can take a bit of your blood and coat the nanites and whatever else I put into you, negating their corrosive effects. Now, if you'd step right here," said Craig, stepping back to where the teleportation ring lines were, "We can get started."

CeeCee

"All right, glad you decided to help." I followed Craig inside the blue ring, whatever it was exactly it seemed to work, and I was no stranger to teleportation thanks to DeeDee, although if she does it, it hurts like hell, almost as if you're killed and brought back to life at the same time in the most painful way possible. "First the heart issue though, it's easier for me to train if the ring isn't supplying me with who knows how much of energy and power to continue before feeling stressed."

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Postby Scotatrova » Fri Jan 01, 2016 4:41 pm

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Los Angeles


4:30pm

Guardian stood on the roof of a mediumly high building, overlooking the main heart of LA, his arms crossed. Guardian took a breath, breathing in the air, before saying "Hello Knight". Behind him, The Knight walked over and stood beside Guardian, looking at Los Angeles aswell, "Unusual to see you out in the day", "Knights must be prepared to walk in any time if they want to defend the innocent, even me". "Nice CIty You've got here", "she's rough around some edges, but she's prospered". Guardian peered over at The Knight, "You usually don't leave Chicago unless it's necessary", "Stahl and his men have left Chicago following the end of the Blizzard, their Trail leads around here". Guardian continued to look out at Chicago, "we'll find him". Guardian paused, looking at a cloud of smoke in the distance, "that's not good", The Knight opened up his Holographic hud on his gauntlet, "Major fire at a Los Angeles Shopping center. Shall we?". Guardian jetted off with the Knight jumping off the roof and grappeling behind him.

Guardian landed near the burning shopping center with The Knight landing behind him, "what's the plan?" , "You take the Northern half and try to get the civilians out of the Center, I'll head to the south and see where the Fire started". Guardian nodded as he flew into an broken window ahead of him, The Knight shot his grappel pulling him to the roof, from there he sprinted to the southern half of the Shopping center. Guardian landed in the burning shopping center, many of the residents freaking out and panicing, as the Exits have been mysteriously collapsed. Guardian ignores it as he smashes the rubble blocking the front exit and he opens it up, "Everyone Exit through here, NOW!" the people note as they hurry out of the shopping center building.

Across the Centr, The Knight smashes through the glass roof overlooking the food court, as he lands there is a high amount of fire. "Sanza, track the heat patterns and find me the locations of the Source of the fire", [yes sir]. Though The Knight is not prepared when he hears a voice call out to him, "No need for that Knight", The Knight turns to see Heat Wave standing behind him. "Heat Wave", "and Now, I'll cook you in your suit of Armor, and make a Knight Souffle. The Knight rolled to hsi right behind a collumn as Heat Wave shot a blast of fire at him. The Knight took out a Freeze Dart and shot it at Heat Wave's feet, "what the=" the Dart exploded, hitting Heat wave with a blast of Ice. The Knight sprinted, lunging at Heatwave and knocking him over the glass bannister and down into a group of shopping stands below. "Give Up Heat Wave" The Knight said with his foot on Heat Wave's chest. Heatwave gave a malicious Cackle, "Let's see how you stand when I roast the entire building" Heat Wave said as he took out an incendiary Grenade and threw it over to a large amount of propane tanks by an outdoors store. "NO!" The Knight shouted as he shot his grappel to catch the Grenade, but Heat Wave shot a blast of fire at The Knight, knocking him back.

The Grenade smashed through the glass, exploding and setting off the Propane tanks in the store, The Knight used his cape to shield himself from the blast, but the shockwave pushed him back into a wall. The Knight got to his feet, "once the Nemesis Objective is Complete, You and Guardian Won't stand a Chance" Heat Wave shouted as he dissaperaed into the flames. The supports of the southern end of the Shopping center began to collapse from the fire and the explosion, The Knight took out a putty based glue exploive, throwing it at the main support and detonating it, supporitng it for now. The Knight quickly radioed to Guardian, "Guardian, The Mall is Collapsing, Get as Many out as you Ca-". The Knight's communications were cut off as the southern end collapsed.

Guardianfinally got the last of the people out when he recieved The Knight's Message, it was then cut off as the southern end collapsed. "Knight?!" Guardian shouted through his comms as he jetted off to the southern end, when he landed, the entire area was a mess of charred rubble, and the quickly dying remains of the fire. Guardian began to look around, "Knight, Where are you?", Guardian looked to his right as a large piece of rubble was pushed aside, The Knight stood up, his suit charred and scratched. The Knight walked over to Guardian, "How many did we get out?", "from my count, all of them that were still trapped", "good".

"what started the fire?" Guardian asked looking around,
"a Villain named Heat Wave, but that isn't all",
Guardian raised an eyebrow staring at The Knight, "He said something about a 'Nemisis Objectve', From how he worded it, this wasn't just some random attack".
Guardian rubbed his chin, lowering his arms to his sides, "what now?".
"We'll head back to The new Domain in Northern Chicago, there we can plan out how we'll act".
Guardian nodded as he grabbed The Knight's arm and jetted off.


Guardian arrived in Chicago within minutes, and at the Knight's Domain in an even shorter amount of time. Guardian put the Knight down as he also looked up at the sky.

"Is it always this gloomy here in the Windy City?"
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Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Sat Jan 02, 2016 3:04 am

Lucky Break, part 3 - Accidents Happen

Previously, on Lucky Break-
Fisticuffs
Tinseltown


Everything in life starts with a bang and ends with a whimper. That's something my dad used to say. I never really agreed. I think, though, I've finally realized he was right. What about you? What do you think of the quote?

One Month Ago

"Laadies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the seventh semi-annual Hollywood Fighting Tournament, round five! Our first match today is between underdog Johnny Seller, who has won his last four fights through a series of remarkable chance, and former champion Socker Smith the Second, son of the late Socker Smith, mentor to the famous Superhero Ted Grant! Will Seller's luck last against a professional with a legacy like Smith's? Let's find out!" The announcer's voice seemed louder than normal, but other than that, it seemed just like every other night.

Even as I walked onto the stage with paper-thin bravado and nervous glances all around for the cameras, I steeled myself for the coming match. Yeah, I could get by on what was seen by the referee as luck and coincidence for match after match, but even with my influence, they would see through it eventually. No, this time I had to be more subtle- Throw his balance, weaken his stance. I had to actually fight.

It didn't help matters that something odd had been going on lately. It was my eighth night here- Four fights, four reward pickups. After the fifth, I noticed that my powers were more... Temperamental, I guess? Normally, when I wanted someone to trip, they'd have enough time to catch themselves. If I willed some dice to keep rolling longer than normal, it'd take half a second, maybe a full second. At the tourney, though, the guy I wanted to trip would faceplant into the ground, and the dice would keep rolling until something stopped it. What made it worse, though, was that it wasn't just me. Word started spreading through the fighters and the staff that chance was starting to get a bit weird lately. Anywhere in the building, no matter whether or not I was even there at the time, the unlikely was slowly becoming common, and the irregularities became standard.

I'm not going to lie- I was terrified. For 17 years, my powers hadn't changed in the slightest. For 17 years, I knew what to expect and how it worked. And suddenly, out of nowhere, things were changing. My powers weren't stable anymore- I wasn't stable.

I... I thought I was going to kill someone again. Like my parents.

I was right.

As I walked into the ring, I stretched my arms, showing off my muscle (or more accurately, lack thereof) to get some betting going on against me. I saw my opponent watching me carefully. I risked a smirk in his direction and a wave, using my powers to make sure nobody noticed and the cameras weren't pointing towards me, and that's when everything went to shit. As I waved, one of the stage lights above us suddenly came loose- The one above the referee. It started to fall. I didn't have time to react, but the other guy did... He pushed the ref out of the way.

He was killed instantly.




Now

"I'm not sure we have three-" Sigma-Four's voice was cut off by an explosion and a scream. Overwatch's eyes widened.

"Sigma-Four?" He paused for a moment, hoping for a response. "Sigma-Four, are you there? Dammit, Drew, answer!" He listened desperately. He rapidly rolled to another part of his desk rapidly and pressed a button. "Sigma-One, where the Hell are you?" He barked. "Answer the goddamn reciever, Fate!"

On the other side of the communicator, Dr. Fate scowled inside his helmet. "There are more pressing matters to attend to than the destruction of one city, Hawkeye. The Cult of Blood is attempting to bring Trigon into the physical realm in Buenos Aires." He blasted a beam of light at a portal to a hellish dimension. "I was called in for assistance."

"SHIELD put this team together to deal with one threat, Fate, and that isn't Trigon. Get your-"

"Before you say anything you'll regret, Hawkeye, I highly suggest you recall that you are talking to Nabu right now." Fate cut him off, his voice cold. "Talk to the other practitioner on this team. I am not going to be able to get there in time to save Spider-Woman."

"How did you-?" Hawkeye scowled. "It doesn't matter." He rolled to a third location in his office, pressing the button there. "Whatever the Hell you think you're doing right now, drop it. We found him, he's in Hollywood, and Spider-Woman is down for the count."

"You must really be desperate if you, of all people, are willing to call me."
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Postby Charmera » Sat Jan 02, 2016 3:30 am

The Silhouette of Adventure wrote:Loss breathed in deeply, meditating at the centre of his office. Soon, inside his mind's eye, scenes of the Universe were spread out before him. He saw many things- A grand return of nigh unparalleled power. A gnawing hunger of terrifying threat. A God who thought himself King, and a King who thought himself God. A quarrel of brothers ended by a child, and...

A war was coming.




"You are under arrest." Commander Hill narrowed her eyes.
"Put the guns down, boys, you don't want this to get ugly." The other figure in the room replied easily, cracking his knuckles.
"Take him down."




A war of change.




"With the so-called Heroes distracted, now's the perfect time to make our move." The shadowed figure slammer his fist against the table. "We go in and we destroy them, they don't know what hits them."

"No. If the public knows it was Supervillains, then more street level Heroes will just 'rise to the occasion'." A feminine voice responded. "I have a plan."





A war of death.




"If you continue down this path, we all die."
"At least I'll die a Hero. You won't have that luxury- Not anymore."





A war of destiny.




Loss gasped for breath, falling to the ground and gripping the floor. What... What the hell was that? I've never had a vision that clear before. He blinked slowly, gathering himself, before rising. He grabbed his coat from his desk and reached into the pocket, only to find his phone already receiving a call. "Alex? I told you not to call me while I meditate. Regardless, you need to come to my office- Something has come up and-"

"Really, Loss, is that any way to treat an old friend?" The voice on the phone was not Alex's, but rather much older. Despite this, it was full of just as much, if not more, guile. "No response? Not that surprising. It was hard to track down your personal number, my friend, but nothing is outside the reach of Madam Fang." Loss could hear the smirk over the phone.

"Now is not the best time, Ashmore." Loss finally sighed. "What do you want? Last I recall, you told me you never wanted to see me again."

"Oh, did I?" She mock questioned. "Oh yes. I recall now. I'm certain both of us have grown quite a bit since Budapest-"

"It's been three months."

"-But more to the point, I was calling in regards to the advertisement you recently placed." She continued as though she had not been interrupted. "You're looking for teachers. Who better than me?"

"Anyone." Loss frowned. "Listen, Margaret, now is not the time for our old games. I'm busy, and recent events-"

"I'm serious." She interrupted him, her voice now sombre. "I don't have anything else to do, and frankly, you're the only one who's ever had any luck with leads."

Loss didn't have to ask what leads she was talking about. After being teleported 200 years into the future, anyone would be looking for more information. "Fine. If you're serious, Ashmore, meet me at my office tomorrow afternoon. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, my old-"

Loss set his phone down, rubbing his temples. She chooses now to show up? Of any time? Blood hell. He picked it back up again, dialling Alex's number. "Alex, you there? We need to talk." He was not aware, but already the vision was fading from his memory. By the time Alex would pick up the phone, he would forget it entirely, and simply ask about Madam Fang's potential employment.

"What's up?" Asked Alex, having a feeling that perhaps Loss has seen something.

The Russian Witch was not sure why she knew that Loss had a vision. She supposed it was wizards intuition, or perhaps she could tell from his tone of voice. He didn't always call her when it came to his visions, though he did tell her some. Alex liked to think she was closer to the ancient wizard than most others. It was a privileged place, to have such a connection.

Still. His tone was different. "You sound... different." She wasn't quite sure what the difference was, but something had happened.
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Postby The Silhouette of Adventure » Sat Jan 02, 2016 4:47 am

Charmera wrote:"What's up?" Asked Alex, having a feeling that perhaps Loss has seen something.

The Russian Witch was not sure why she knew that Loss had a vision. She supposed it was wizards intuition, or perhaps she could tell from his tone of voice. He didn't always call her when it came to his visions, though he did tell her some. Alex liked to think she was closer to the ancient wizard than most others. It was a privileged place, to have such a connection.

Still. His tone was different. "You sound... different." She wasn't quite sure what the difference was, but something had happened.

"Different?" Loss seemed confused for a moment. "How do you mean? Never mind, I'm calling with news. I just got a call from Madam Fang- The woman who almost destroyed half of Budapest three months ago. She wants the job." He sighed. "She's coming in for an interview tomorrow afternoon. What on Earth am I going to do with her? I trust her about as far as I can throw her."




Madam Fang smiled. "There. That's my phone call."

The two guards glanced at each other incredulously. "A.. Job offer? Lady, don't know if you realize, but you're in jail. You won't be going anywhere."

She chuckled. "Oh, that's cute. You think you can actually hold me." She yawned, reaching into her coat and pulling out a small wooden wand.

The first guard shook his head. "Great. Another crazy."
The other one looked idly at the clock. "Only four more hours on the shift."

"Unlock." The door creaked open after she said this. She walked out.

The two gaped. "What the hell-?!" He reached to his waist to grab a taser.

"Asleep." She pointed to him. She glanced at the other one. "Are you going to try anything?" He shook his head rapidly. "Good. Give me your wallet. I don't want to be stuck in Scandinavia while I have a job offer." She walked to the door and glanced behind her. "Forget." She waved it at both of them.

As she walked away, she muttered to herself. "Damn cops. I didn't even kill that guy!" She pauses, pondering. "I think. I know I didn't kill the giraffe, at least."
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Postby The Fallen Jedi » Sat Jan 02, 2016 9:47 am

God of Peace Shimura | God of Nature Kazuko
Home...


As Shimura walked through the Boom Tube and onto the snowy surface of the training arena, Shimura noticed a variety of things, first off, there was a compound made out of wooden constructs right alongside the arena itself, and secondly, both Asumar and Ryuichi were having a snowball fight, a snowball fight? Out of all things that wasn't what Shimura expected from Asumar's reaction of the Masaki Galaxy being destroyed, he would usually fall into a rage and accuse the Earth of genocidal actions, but in comparison to the reactions? It appeared as if Asumar wasn't even phased by such an action! "Well, I'm glad to see that Asumar is mellowing out, he deserves to only focus on his son." Shimura contemplated with a small smile on his face. He then felt Kazuko begin to slowly stir from his slumber, as he entered a trance-like state in order to keep his vital organs functional "Kazu?" Shimura asked, glancing up at his unconscious surrogate child with slight concern on his face "Are you alright son?" Shimura carefully removed his unconscious apprentice from his shoulders and placed him gently on the ground.

At the very moment that Kazuko was placed upon the ground, nearly a dozen vines shot up into the air, causing Shimura's aura to flare up defensively before fading away as soon as he recognized what was happening, these roots began to sprout large flower petals at the very top, and they were absorbing the ambient energy that was the very ecosystem of Earth itself, and the energy that emitted from these petals were massive to say the least, the energy was so great that literal pulses of green energy shot out from all the pillar-like vines, the energy wrapping itself around Kazuko and treated his wounds slowly, but surely. As the torn ligaments of flesh that Kazuko lost began to regenerate and as he began to regain consciousness Kazuko was able to recognize the environment around him even though his eyes were closed. He recognized Master Shimura's Zen-like energy signature that stood directly in front of him, so he decided to call out to Shimura "Master Shimura?" Kazuko called out weakly, his eyes slowly opening "Where am I?"

At this, Asumar chuckled as he stood alongside his injured brother "I swear Kazuko, every time you go off on a quest with the earthlings, you always suffer some sort of major injury." Asumar stated, sitting upon a floating chair made out of construct energy, simply looking down upon his brother with a slightly entertained smirk on his face "Well anyways Kazuko..." Asumar stated, watching as his brother's eyes slowly opened up "We have a new home..." When he saw Kazuko rise up from his slumber, Asumar gestured to the compound that was constructed entirely out of wooden constructs, It actually appeared as if it was a series of Japanese style houses that stood parallel to the now rebuilt training arena "Yeah, I know, I was surprised at how it ended out, but It only took me at least half an hour to construct it properly." Kazuko did not even pay attention to Asumar, rather he continued staring at the complex with a dazed expression on his face.

"Home..."

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Postby The Republic of Atria » Sat Jan 02, 2016 8:49 pm

"That's cheating." Otis teased and smiled a bit, warming up a bit more. It was good to have friends as good as he had. "Unfortunately, I am not a cyclops. And also unlike Boros, I have sex organs. Which people do not want to see... Most people don't want to see. And reading alien comic books? Yeeees! I love comic books. Which weird because that's how my life feels lately." He sighed. "I need a gallon of ice cream. A bucket of boneless chicken wings. And some time off. Good lord my life has been crazy lately. Apparently, Xander is a huge asshole in other realities. Here's he's just a guy who doesn't know how to have fun."

"I do so! That's completely inane. I enjoy myself."

"Name two hobbies. Work doesn't qualify." Naja challenged her husband. After waiting for about ten seconds of him actually not being able to name even one thing he does to amuse himself when he's not working. "See? I swear, I'm going to make you sit down and watch One Punch Man with me. You're going to enjoy yourself if it kills you. And you're getting on that stage tonight, and you are going to do at least two songs."

"It's been awhile... I'll probably do at least one song. I wonder what your singing voice sounds like?" Otis asked. He realized that Naja was poking innocent fun at her husband for being uptight about everything and not actually doing anything that's fun for her. Which made sense to him, even if he wasn't married. It was helping him forget what just happened. "Let's go!" He said and walked with Julie as Naja practically dragged Xander along with her.

"Absolutely not. I'm not making an idiot of myself."

"Absolutely yes. The whole point of it is that you can't. Few people can. Otis isn't bad. And we've just saved the Multiverse. If you can do that, you can sing two three minute songs in front of people who are going to be half drunk anyways. And if you don't..." She whispered in his eye something inaudible to many, but it made Xander go wide eyed.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

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Postby New Neros » Sat Jan 02, 2016 9:22 pm

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The soft clicking of boots against a metallic floor jarred the prisoner awake, the familiar sound rousing her and allowing the woman a few moments to ready herself. She wasn't afraid, not by a long shot. She fixed up herself as best as she could with the amenities provided, a mirror included, as the foot steps stopped - a figure in front of the cell that held the woman behind a curtain of impassable energy. Pulling up a chair from against the wall, the man sat quickly down and folded his right leg over his left, crossing his arms and looking carefully at the subject, a slight smile on his face. "Good evening, Xala." He said in a hushed tone, the Xyrixma blushing and smiling a bit as he said her name.

"Good evening, Otto." She replied, catching herself gazing at the floor when she could be looking right at the Asgardian. But, as soon as she looked, she felt too embarrassed as he stared at her, so she looked somewhere else instead. Despite that, she stole looks from him now and again, eventually leading to Otto chuckling slightly. "Huh?" She asked, burning with anxiety that he might be laughing at her, "W-whats so funny, huh?"

"Oh nothing, nothing." Otto replied readily, "Just...You don't have to look at every angle at once. I'm fine if you want to look at me, or the floor, or anything." He said with that sweet, forgiving smile. "Have you read the books I left you?"

"Oh yes!" Xala said, eager to change the subject and rushing over to where she kept the tomes Otto had brought her a few days ago. "They were a bit dry, but I got the general idea of them. These stories are so fascinating, we Xyrixma don't experience such emotions as humans do." She said, holding up a novel to show Otto her completion of it. "They tell a story and teach a lesson..." Xala said, snorting for a moment. "The only thing us Xyri do is eat."

"I'm glad you liked the fables, and how is your food?" Otto asked, Xala frowning deeply at the mention.

"It gets me by, but it's never enough..." She pouted, a solar energy emitter being the closest thing she had to a food tray. "I want to go back outside..." She said even further, placing her head in her slimy hands, Otto looking curiously at her.

"Then let's go." He said, surprising the girl immediately. He stood up and went over to her control panel, the one that monitored all of her vitals and the cell that contained her. Originally designed to house Parahumans, the holding facility could accommodate damn near any prisoner, even one as slippery as a Xyrixma. Xala was ecstatic, forcing Otto to promise he wasn't lying to get her hopes up. "I'm not, I'm not." He reassured her, "I need you to follow me anyways..." He said with a smirk, entering the correct codes to release the girl.

As the energy curtain dissipated, Xala lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Otto's neck and head, bringing herself close to his body, and planting a firm kiss on his lips. Shocked and surprised, Otto was ready to fight, not be the recipient of a slime girl's pent up passion. Ripping herself away from Otto, Xala turned a deep red and her eyes grew wide, slowly backing away from the Asgardian. "I...Um..." She said, unable to explain the outburst. "I'm ready to go back in my cell, now." She said quickly, nervously, which Otto simply laughed off.

"Follow me." He said with a gesture, Xala keeping her head down, and doing as she was told.


"Unbelievable!" The titanic, boisterous voice of a lion roared, "These Ultra bastards have once again decided to rebuff our attempts at diplomacy." The beast-like man who ranted on was Wildstar, a Parahuman who commanded a sizable portion of the Forever Knights, and a member of the Forever King's elite - whom he was actually ranting towards. "Give me the word, my King, and I will raze their headquarters for this injustice to your name."

From behind a helmet with a crown, the Forever King raised a hand of silence. "As much as I would like to send messages of our power, Wildstar," King Morningstar said bluntly, "I have no intention of causing an incident with the Ultra Corps. We are a sovereign nation and they are a paramilitary organization, I do not expect them to give us rightful respect, nor do I give them the same I would extend to a nation."

"In other words, can it, furball." A large, stocky member of Godbreaker announced, the tromboning voice of Shatterstar. "You should be more worried about letting a spy into our ranks." He said, cutting his eyes toward Maxwell. "Care to explain, my King?"

"Watch your tone, Shatterstar." A short, black haired lady said, seated next to Mad Max, "There is use for the prisoner, and Otto has convinced us of her willingness to pledge allegiance to Morningstar and forsake her species." Val snapped back at the mountain of muscle.

"What if it's a ploy? A plot to move closer to us and eliminate us? What then?"

"Then you will do well to provide insurance that it doesn't happen." Val said once more, Shatterstar closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"Fine, have it your way. Let the freeloader in, it's not like there's other more reputable Parahumans jumping at a chance to serve."

Another feminine voice jumped in, "Godbreakers are not limited to Parahumans, though." Rebound said, "We have Otto! If we let Xala in, then she'll be able to help us when her kind come to Earth."

"...Or help them eat us, there's that, too." Shatterstar said quickly and quietly, Rebound giving him a nasty look in response.

Maxwell raised his hand for silence once more, the members of Godbreaker obeying. "Then we shall vote on the measure. Otto has confided his vote with myself, and he will vote for Xala's inclusion. Aye."

"Nay." Wildstar proclaimed.

"Aye." Rebound cheerfully said, looking to see if Shatterstar was affected by her decision.

"Aye." Valentine said.

"Nay." Shatterstar proclaimed as well, shaking his head sadly at the results. "It seems we're outnumbered, big guy." He said over to Wildstar, who folded his arms defiantly, but was not as jaded about the vote as Shatterstar.

"That's the way it works sometimes. You don't always get what you want." Wildstar said, "Otto has arrived." As he spoke, the Asgardian stepped through the room's large doors, opening them wide, Xala following closely behind him, shuffling as she did so. "I did not vote for our kind, I voted for strength, and I just don't see it in her." Wildstar said as he looked at Xala, the Xyrixma looking around the room suspiciously. Shatterstar refused to even look her, but Rebound and Val smiled and waved instead.

"As you asked, my King, the prisoner, the Xyrixma, Xala." Otto said eloquently, presenting the slime girl to the Godbreakers. Otto hadn't sensed it before, but he now realized that a large division of Forever Knights lined the room, on edge, ready in case anything happens. Their trust was thin, probably a measure demanded by Wildstar or Shatterstar, Otto reckoned, as Max or Val would have faced any challenge head on. He motioned for Xala to stay there, the Asgardian walking around the table to find an empty seat so that they all may be assembled.

"Xala," The commanding, authoritarian voice of Mad Max thundered, "I offer you freedom from imprisonment, of movement and of action, should you serve in my elite, in my Godbreakers." Max continued, "I am sure your stay has shown what I and the Parahumans can offer you, and I understand you wish to forsake the Xyrixma. Is this true?" He asked harshly, leaning forward, Xala standing there wide eyed and almost scared.

"Y-Yes..." She sheepishly, "I have given you all the information I know...I'm just a scout, and I don't know why my people are here or what they want, but I know they're looking for something, and I know they're coming."

"And will you serve me, with loyal and distinction, undying in the former?"

"Yes." She said sternly, nodding her head in agreement.

"Then," Maxwell declared, "Welcome to the Godbreakers."


A rugged man in his prime stood firmly behind a large screen, several things going on as his eyes bounced around it. From profiles, pictures, and powers to maps and news headlines, he was in a zone of information gathering unlike any other. While out of it, a sharply dressed officer appeared at his side. "Commander, we have established contact with our benefactors." The subordinate said with a monotone accent and plain demeanor. Not breaking his eyes for a moment, the man responded.

"The United States, yes?"

"Yessir. Our mission is approved, a task force is being deployed as we speak."

The commander smiled slightly, "Good, perhaps the Americans can get a firm taste of what metas have to offer. We've gotten reports of the Super Soldier Serum being replicated and allegedly mass-produced, and the United States hates having it's secrets in the streets, so rather than get their own reputation tarnished, they want to send in Ultra." He said with a conniving smirk, "These Parahumans...They're newcomers, and they're making all the wrong enemies, but I need to see for myself what they have to offer." He kept on, a picture of the Parahuman King popping up on his screen, "Especially you."

"Sir?"

"Yes? I apologize, I was rambling."

"Not a problem, but shall we deploy as well?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, very well. But...Delay a bit. Allow the Americans to alert the Parahumans, then we will begin our assault. We will lose the surprise factor, but I'm sure we will not lose a single ounce of wow-factor upon our arrival." The commander said, "Dismissed." He barked, causing the subordinate to walk away briskly to relay the orders. The commander stayed behind, closely watching the screen, but staring intently at the Mad King's picture instead of the other information flashing around. "Show me something worth fighting for, Morningstar. Something worth my time, something respectable. Something that will make you curse my name..."

"...Daud."
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As Xylan found himself on in new and uncharted territory, back on Foundry, the Dark One and his army marched through the capital city in the north, home of the Battery, and the latest in a long line of conquests. Upon presenting Graav's corpse to the forces fighting in defense, the surrender was almost immediate. However, despite this, the Dark One was not happy. His power boost from killing off the Conduits never came. But, he still had a contingency plan...

His forces marched through the street, rounding up soldiers and civilians, with two options given by the new Ruler of Foundry. Either prepare the captives for labor, or, put them to death. However, among the now burning streets of Battery City, the Dark One was nowhere to be found. Only his soldiers, who, after being oppressed for years by the Conduits, were filled with hatred for the Constructs of the Battery.

The Dark One, however, stood in front of a mighty temple, a cathedral, built around the Battery. A massive beam of light energy shot out of the top of the highest spire, symbolizing the Battery's position as the top priority of every Construct who spawned from it. The Dark One had Graav's corpse in one hand, and All-Red in the other. With these ingredients, he would forge a new blade, one that existed only in the legends of the Anti Battery.

As he entered the temple, he could see inside the main chamber. A blue light shimmered on the inside, a direct cause of the Battery's light, and exactly what the Dark One sought. It was inside this room, that the Battery, or at least, a small section of it was exposed. It looked like a small, six foot tall crystalline structure, about half the height of the Dark One. Approaching it, the Dark One began to feel weak. It's power was like kryptonite to him. Approaching it, he lifted Graav's body.

"First, a the husk of a Conduit.", he said aloud, tossing the fallen hero into the beam of energy firing from the crystal, causing it to be vaporized, before lifting his sword, "Then, All-Red, adorned with the blood of a Dark One.", he continued, lightly stabbing the palm of his hand, causing black blood to stain the tip of the blade. Now, came the hard part. He lifted his hand holding the sword, and slowly put forced it into the beam of light. Wisps of smoke began rising off of it, and a loud screeching sound, like nails on a chalkboard, shot through the air. The only thing that could rival the sound was the pain the Dark One felt. It was like sticking his hand in acid.

Finally pulling the sword out, he was awestruck as he looked upon his new blade. As it moved, it reflected different wavelengths, appearing to be many colors at once. This was the true blade of legend. "Spectrum..."

"The Omnisword."
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Parahumanity
Into Forever


Paladin Reeves leaned back against the cold metal walls of the hallway, his armored body hardly making a sound as he pressed it up against it's surface. Behind his helmet, his eyes were closed, concentrating on every movement in the air and along the walls to feel for his target. A small clink, and his eyes shot open, a map of the facility running through his head as he tried to pinpoint exactly where he heard the minuscule noise. The Paladin placed his finger against the side of his helmet, speaking calmly and with intent. "Radio silence terminated, lead on enemy operative affirmed. Engaging."

"On your mark, Paladin." A soft, masculine voice responded, a tense moment hanging in the air as Reeves considered his options. Move out and secure the enemy promptly and effectively in an ambush, or walk into a trap set up by the opponents. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, the pressure mounting, but the hunt just beginning for the young Paladin. He took in a small breath, and placed his finger back against his helmet.

"Team One and Two, move." As Reeves spoke, the halls became rife with the sound of boots hitting against the floor in a rapid fashion, his deployments moving out on his command damn near instantly. "Three and Four, corridor A." Again, the facility became alive with activity. Reeves ran his hand along his energy rifle, feeling it's shape through his gloves, and taking in a final breath. "Five, on me. Move." Reeves lunged forward, pointing his rifle straight ahead, walking briskly as four men quickly and almost silently appeared behind him - rifles at the ready as well, the hallway growing dimmer as they walked further and further from where they began. Prior to being consumed by the darkness, Paladin Reeves stopped his fire team. He waited, listened, trying to make sense of the darkness standing before him. "Something isn't..."

"Contact!" His radio screamed, "Contact!" ... "Hostile!" ... "Engaging!", his beacons cried, his teams quickly coming under fire from the enemy. A moment of panic sunk in as his mind raced through a million different scenarios, but he forced himself through the anxiety, mentally bringing calm to his shaking nerves. Silently, he pressed a button on his armor, bringing night vision onto his screen. Right in front of him, some hundred feet away, was a group of enemy soldiers standing with their guns drawn, hidden by the darkness. As his radio continued to constantly feed him information on the chaos all around, he gave a quiet order to his own team.

"Fire." Right on cue, Team Five unleashed their blasters on the unseen group, Paladin Reeves watching through his night vision as the enemy team returned fire, but was quick decimated. "Advance. Thermal imaging active." He continued, his team moving forward. "Teams, report." ... "Hostile neutralized." ... "Retreated to rally point C, awaiting re-deployment." ... "Limited fire exchange in corridor D. Enemy pinned down." The information was valuable, so Reeves pressed on. "Advancing to objective. Team Two, exit Rally C and join Team One. Continue fire support in corridor D."

A blur moved through Reeves' imaging software, confusing him immediately, but he knew exactly what kind of danger he was in as soon it slammed into him, pinning him by the neck against one of the walls. Another armored suit, tightly gripping the Paladin's neck. Reeves couldn't see it, but he knew a sick smirk was on the opposing man's face. His armor was beefier, yet faster and more resilient, and he spoke in a gruff tone, "Leader captured, simulation termina-"

"Leader neutralized." Paladin Reeves said quickly, finishing before the other man spoke. Glancing down, the enemy saw an energy sword stuck right through his chest, right at the heart. Reeves had stabbed him before he was pinned, a cunning and bold strategy. "Simulation terminated." His opponent released his neck, allowing him to drop to the floor, the full view of his opponent's Forever Knight General armor stunning in appearance. The General removed his helm to show an experienced, rugged face, frowning as a natural state.

"Excellent tactic, Paladin." The General praised, "But you waited too long. Hesitated. It gave us enough time to lock down areas, regardless, you had victory from Corridor A, our failure there meant inability to defend the major objective."

"Meaning you had to take out leadership for victory. Priority shifted from objective to leader." Reeves responded, the General nodding in agreement. Before they could continue with the entire debriefing, a series of explosions and tremors rocked the ceiling. Stunned and retaining his balance, Reeves looked up, "General, we're deep underground...What's going on above ground?" Reeves asked, looking up at the tiles alongside the General and various team members surrounding them.

"Beats the hell out of me, Paladin, but we'd better move, and now."
Sirens wailed and screamed, shattering the daytime sky as citizens of Madworld looked up, watching as the heavens were serrated by bands clouds. Causing the clouds were missiles, launched from miles away off-shore by ship and by aircraft, and delivering their traumatic payload in Mad City by slamming into buildings and roads, exploding horrifically as the Parahuman inhabitants ran for cover, exiting the warzone in a panic to the island's catacombs. A bomb shelter of convenience, the labyrinths would hold against much of the bombardment.

"Who's attacking my Kingdom?!" Mad Max demanded, slamming his fist on the table, cracking it severely by the impact. "Where is my missile shields?!"

"Not sure, they knocked out our shield generators, no power." Shatterstar said grimly, "I'm about to deploy, the rest of the Breakers are already responding."

"Oh for fucks' sake." Morningstar yelled, generating an energy sphere in his hand, teleporting both him and Shatterstar to the shield capacitors. He placed both hands against the massive metal machine, gathering up tons of energy, cackling static and lightning through the air as he channeled his own energy into the shield generators - yelling as he did so. Rapidly flickering to life, the hazy bubble quickly expanded to cover the island, causing several in-bound missiles to explode mid-air by contacting the shield. Growling, Max turned to Shatterstar. "Get out there and break shit." He commanded, the massive man nodding, leaving the Mad King to his temper.

Off the coast of Madworld Island, the beastly Wildstar was hard at work slamming his body straight through a naval destroyer, ripping the steel apart like wet paper. "Foolish humans...You have wrought the wrath of a Mad King and his most faithful servant!" He declared, grabbing an unlaunched missile from a quickly capsizing destroyer and throwing it against another, exploding on impact, "Know that his fury burns through me!"

"We could still kick these guys' asses...Without the pep talk, ya know?" Valentine said abruptly, "Don't get me wrong, it's all nice and good, but we have it handled, more or less." She said further, landing feet first on a frigate's deck, warping the steel around her feet as she did so. "These bastards really did fuck with the wrong people, though." Val continued, channeling her anger into her fist, punching the spot she landed on and making a giant hole through the ship's hull. "The hell is Rebound?...Oh."

Looking over, Val saw another ship quickly become entangled in a long, skin-colored rope that wrapped itself several times around. It jerked downward violently, bending at the middle, but pulled down to the depths of the ocean floor by Rebound and her elastic powers. "That seems so unsettling...I'd rather just be punched to death." Val reckoned, watching as Rebound pulled the vessel to high pressure deep below the waves. "Who the hell are these guys, anyways?" Val yelled at Wildstar, who seemed as perplexed as any.

"They lack proper identification symbols. No flags, no numbers, no names. Just people and weapons, though, the design seems western in origin...And only one power has enough naval ships to throw around like this." Wildstar commented, jumping from his sinking vessel to join Val's. "American in origin, but perhaps being used by some other organization. Sold to them, perhaps?"

"Either way, they and whoever else is attacking us is going to pay. Anally." Val said harshly, cracking her knuckles. Far in the distance, back towards the island of Madworld, a dull red flash startled Val and Wildstar, Rebound emerging from the ocean depths just in time to witness it as well. Shielding their eyes for a moment, Val yelled, "And just what the fuck is that now?!" She demanded, "Fall back to Madworld!" She ordered, immediately thinking the worst had come, and whoever was attacking Parahumanity, decided to go the with the nuclear option.


Mad Max stood upon the steps of a mighty temple in Mad City, capital of the island, when it was bathed in an ominous red glow. His eyes scanned the skies immediately, wondering what could penetrate his shield technology, finding a random seam drawn across the clouds, one that was violently ripped open in a single instance - a tear in the heavens. From the other side of this torn piece of sky, a ship-like vehicle descended onto the landscape. Massive in size, it began to drop it's payload across Mad City. Rather than bombs as Maxwell feared, it was landing ships, infantry transports. A land invasion.

His face was firm and sour, teeth clenched and ready to break. Maxwell gathered energy in his hands from his surroundings, walking down the steps of the temple as he prepared to blow the vessel right out of the goddamn sky. Unknown to Max, a large bay door opened on the ship, revealing the face and body of the commander who orchestrated the invasion of Max's Kingdom. The city burned and his soldiers were already mobilizing in the streets, a wicked grin grew on Daud's face. "I bet I can find you before you find me..." He taunted, knowing Mad Max couldn't hear him. "Bingo." He said, noticing a large, pulsating flash of energy steadily building up from a large cathedral-like structure.

Daud clenched his fists together, clearing his mind a bit. "Sora, don't be too mad, please." He said to himself, "But I have to do what a man's gotta do." Steadily, he walked forward from the bay door, the wind assaulting him from the high altitudes, but his sturdy body ignoring it's chill. Behind him stood other members of the Ultra Corps, the superpowered ones, the ones who would enforce Daud's duel with the Mad King. "Long live Ultra..." Daud said to himself, jumping from the vessel, heading straight for the cathedral where Morningstar lay ready.
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Postby New Rob Halfordia » Sun Jan 03, 2016 1:39 pm

As Xylan stood in the desert planet, in a universe that his people once called home, he felt a chill in the air. A strange sensation, given that, moments before, the desert's heat was nearly unbearable. A figure slowly made his way out of the shadows, observing Xylan, before speaking in a low, but welcoming tone, "So," the Construct said, "You must here because Spectrum has been awoken, no doubt? And, you need power to defeat it's wielder?

Xylan looked upon the stranger, analyzing the information presented. "Spectrum?" he asked, unsure of what exactly this stranger referred to, "I've never heard of somebody called Spectrum. I'm here to find the Bright One, and gain information on how to kill the Dark One, who now wields All-Red the Technosword."

"Well," the Construct said, "Look no further. I am the one you seek, and you are the one I seek. You, who was born not of the Battery nor the Anti Battery, but a different power all together. A son of the Core. You are the one I've foreseen... my successor."

This Construct's words somewhat shocked Xylan. This barrage of information was almost too much for him to handle. "So then..." Xylan said, his voice somewhat shaky as he realized who he stood before, "You're the Bright One? And I am supposed to replace you. I think you're mistaken, I'm not even a Conduit."

The Bright One gaze remained locked on Xylan, "Yet, you've had no trouble not only reaching the same level of power as a Conduit, but surpassing it." he said, his voice slightly more stern than before, "Sure, there are others who have done this, but, you are different. You have an up breakable will, and a dream to bring lasting peace to the warring planet of Foundry. It will take strength..."

Xylan interrupted, momentarily forgetting his place in front of such a powerful being, "Even if I have the power to kill the Dark One, another one will just rise up and begin the war anew. How can lasting peace be achieved when every time victory is achieved, the enemy returns in a new form?"

Despite not having eyes, it was easy to tell that the Bright One was unhappy with Xylan's words, "You are thinking like a soldier. There is more than one way to achieve victory. If you are truly a son of the Core, the solution to your problem will reveal itself to you. Perhaps, you are not who I believe you to be. But, I believe that when the time comes, you will know what to do, how to truly defeat the darkness that has defeated the separated Foundry I created."

This was all too much. Xylan had not prepared himself to find the Bright One so quickly, and was baffled by the riddles he spoke in. "Bright One," he said, with desperation in his tone, "You say I am like you, a 'Son of the Core', but I don't have is power you speak of, I hardly kept up with my second in command, Graav, a Conduit in my squad. What do I have to do to unlock this power you speak of."

The Bright One gave a slight sigh, "I'm afraid that you were born from a mere shard of the Core, one that broke off separate of the Battery and Anti Battery. It's power is a fraction of the Core which gave me my power. I'm afraid, there is no way to become as powerful as I. But, you do not need the full power of the Core to defeat the Dark One the way he is. That is just how incredible the power of old is. But, there is a way for you to gain enough power to defeat the Dark One, and maintain peace on Foundry."

Xylan took a step towards the Bright One, "I will do anything to achieve this power. I made a promise to myself that I would defeat the Dark One, and punish him for what he's done." he said, with conviction in his voice, "Tell me how to achieve this power."

"I only removed a section of Old Foundry to create the planet the Constructs inhabit today. The majority of the old world, and a large section of the Core still exist in this universe. Travel to the Old Foundry, and absorb the power in the remaining section of the Core. But, there is a risk..." the Bright One said, his voice suddenly growing grim, "My power is immense enough to bring rise to and fall to the entire universes, to create life out of nothing, and withstand fury of one million suns." he said, before gazing into the sky, "But the one who currently resides on Old Foundry make my power seem like child's play."

Suddenly, Xylan recoiled slightly, unable to believe that such power existed, "What being could possibly hold such an immense power, that they can defeat a being capable of destruction on a universal scale?" he asked, dumbfounded by the mere notion that such a power existed.

"The Mighty Destroyer of Worlds, Devourer of All." he said, suddenly turning his gaze back down from the sky to Xylan.

"Galaktis."
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Parahumanity
For the Corps


As the gargantuan flagship of the unknown enemy towered above Maxwell's beloved city, he could feel nothing but furious anger at such a site. As he drew energy from even the molecules of air that surrounded him, his armor detected an in-coming life signature heading right for him from the enemy vessel. He grit his teeth, ready to intercept whoever dared to challenge a King in his own Kingdom, a black blur slamming down a few hundred feet away from him in a small crater. Maxwell turned his attention to this interloper instead of the ship, casually walking down the steps of the temple, looking down at the cloud of dust that obscured his opponent.

"You come to my nation...You bring war on my people." Morningstar said, his teeth clenched together as he spoke, "You come directly to me as well...For what? A fight? A battle? I don't know who you are, who you represent, or why you've brought destruction to this land...But I will not offer you a fight." Maxwell said sternly, his eyes narrow behind his helmet, energy glowing all around his armor. "I will offer you a massacre." Lifting is hand, Mad Max blasted forth with a powerful beam of energy aimed directly at his unseen opponent, the beam tearing its way through the area and across several buildings as Max poured energy into the attack.

"You don't know a lot of things..." A voice quickly retorted as soon as Maxwell stopped firing his beam, "Maybe I can clue you in on some of them." The dust thrown up by the attack began to settle, a firm, toned man emerging from the clouds standing exactly where he had landed, shocking the Mad King. "But first, tell me about yourself, King Morningstar. Tell me who you are and I will let you know who I am."

Max's face twisted with fury at the insolence he was witnessing, but he obliged the man, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. "I am Maxwell Morningstar, I am many things. You could not begin to imagine half of them, but I am a King, and you have made war with my people. I know my power is great, and that's why I'll use it to defend my people. My home, from people like you." Max said, stepping forward, "Now, speak, or die in silence. It matters little to someone like me."

The man was dark haired, slightly stubbly in the beard, but strapped with lean muscle and a firm build. He cracked a smile, "Tsk, semantics, I know the things you and your kind harbor, but that's not the answer you're after. I'll say it you nice and clear, I am Daud...And we are the Ultra Corps." The winds shifted quickly as Daud disappeared from view, the man already attacking Mad Max with a thrown fist, which was surprisingly caught by the Mad King. Daud seemed unphased, however, the strike not meant to hit at all. "Energy absorption...My kinetic energy should have flattened you and the building behind you, good to see you've held up to your profile."

"Someone's done their homework..." Maxwell commented, "But you don't know the first thing about me." He yelled, pulling Daud's fist forward, readying a charged energy sphere in his left hand. He slammed the energy directly into Daud's face, exploding outwards with several tons of TNT behind it, Daud's body recoiling back from the force. Thrown back several feet, Daud tumbled into the street harshly, digging up asphalt and concrete as his burning body came to a stop - the man still standing. His eyes were closed for a moment, but Daud opened them confidently, the eyes turning to shock as he saw nothing but the palm of Mad Max's hands.

Without a word, a devastating blast of energy poured out of Max's palms, incinerating and blowing apart Daud's body with heat and explosive power. Max's face became more stoic as he continued the attack, pouring untold amounts of energy out at Daud for an uncomfortably long time. Eventually though, Max tapered off, and ended his assault with his hands smoking from the attack. Only a charred body, simply a skeleton in parts, remained among an oval of melted metals and rock, the Mad King turning from the scene and walking away, unphased at the murder he had committed, until a raspy laugh filled his ears. Stopping dead in his tracks, Max's eye twitched at the noise, whipping around to see the man he had just burned to death...Cackling.

"Ahaha...That hurt, that really did." The remains said, kneeling down in the position it fell it, "But I've had worse pain before. Mostly...In the form of emotions and being punched, but energy attacks, that's new. But it's about to get really old..." The partial skeleton said, muscles appearing and attaching itself to the man's skull as his body rebuilt itself from damn near nothing, eyes returning to their sockets and skin stretching out to cover all of it. "You will notice two things about me. The first is that I can regenerate from damn near any wound. I say damn near, but I think I've died once or twice." Daud said callously, "The second is -"

Daud threw his arm up, taking a punch meant for his jawline right on the bicep, hitting with the force of several freight trains behind it, "Oof..." He said desperately, the hit sending shock-waves up and across the buildings that surrounded the combatants. "You're new." Daud quipped, the imposing, and massively huge figure of Shatterstar coming into full view as his fist connected with Daud's body. "You managed to break my arm...Not the first time, so, there's a feat for you to dwell on. However, I'm not going to fight you."

Shatterstar seemed rather offended at the comment, "Oh yeah?" He holler back, "And just who's going to stop me?" He reared back with his free fist, and collided it like a meteoroid against Daud's skull, sending the Ultra Corps commander flying far down the street with his eyes bulging from his head. The hit caused more shockwaves, but Shatterstar turned to Mad Max, and gave his assessment. "My King, I will deal with this nuisance. Immediately." Shatterstar declared, cracking his knuckles intensely, Daud scrambling to his feet, and Mad Max nodding to affirm the Parahuman's decision. Yet, Daud still had a trick up his sleeve.

Daud gave a confident smirk and yelled harshly, "You can get involved any time..."

"...Dapp."
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